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mytheoristavenue · 6 months

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BES Mizu x Reader - Tranquility

Summary: One evening, two odd fellows walk into your father's inn, requesting keep.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader believes Mizu is male, comfort, angst, use of he/him and she/ her pronouns for Mizu depending on POV

Humming gently, you busied your hands, bustling about the front room of your father's humble inn, dusting, polishing, sweeping- anything to pass the time. With your back turned, you hardly noticed the pair of men that wandered in, ducking under the curtain entrance.

"Welcome in!" you chirped over your shoulder, hearing footsteps approach the counter. Hurrying over and behind it, you turned to face them with a warm grin. "Good afternoon, sirs. How may I be of service?"

"We need a room," the shorter one said. He was significantly more slender than his companion and wore looser clothing and a wide kasa that obscured his face. "Two beds."

You nodded obediently. "Of course sir, and for how many nights?"

"One." He answered sternly, angling his head even deeper down.

"Alright," you processed his answer, making note of it. "And will you be requiring meals or would you prefer to dine elsewhere?"

"Here is fine," he replied, digging into a pocket to retrieve a sachel of currency. "Two dinners and two breakfasts. How much?" You quickly added up the total for the stay and four meals and told him what the charge was. To your surprise, he dropped even more in front of you. "I like my privacy, other than meal service, make sure no one disturbs me."

"Of course, sir!" you nodded profusely, swiftly making sure their payment was in the right place, before coming out from behind the counter. "Allow me to escort you to your room!"

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Now alone and behind closed doors, the pair of travelers began laying down their luggage, stretching from the relief of no longer having to carry their belongings on their backs. "Ringo," Mizu said suddenly, leaning her sword against a nearby wall as she sat down. "Go out and get us some more provisions, it'll be a while before we get to another village after we leave. Take this," Glancing up at her apprentice, she handed over a list of supplies and the same sachel of gold she'd paid with moments ago. "I'm going to rest while you're out, so try not to disturb me when you get back."

"Yes, master!" The man said seriously, a bit too much so as he saluted her before leaving. The samurai simply rolled her eyes at his unknowingly silly gesture and sighed.

It wasn't long into her quiet time that she was distracted by the softest knock on the wood frame of the door. "Service," your gentle voice called from the other side. Scoffing, Mizu called back, granting you permission to enter.

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You smiled when you heard the gentleman call back 'Enter.', sliding the panel away and lifting a tray from the floor before carrying it into the room. "Your meal tonight will be soba, but it won't be ready for a good while. I thought I'd bring you and your companion some refreshments in the meantime. Complementary, of course."

"Do all your guests get treated to free refreshments before dinner?" he asked, suspiciously, sitting cross-legged at a table in the center of the room.

"Well..." you blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you fell to your knees beside him. "Not exactly. Your meal will come with tea and sake, but I wanted to show my appreciation for..."

"You wanted to earn the extra money I gave you." he deduced. "I gave you that in exchange for leaving me alone so, admittedly, you aren't doing a very good job of earning it so far. I'd prefer you to respect my wishes than to bother me with special treatment."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rejection. "I-I'm sorry," you sputtered, reclaiming the few things you'd set on the table in preparation to return the tray to the kitchen. "I'll just take this back, didn't mean to offend."

"Wait, you can stay." The mysterious man sighed, bringing his hand up and pressing his palm to the top of his kasa, removing it. Underneath it was silky midnight hair, tied back in a taught bun, with a rogue strand that framed his face. Though, most striking about his appearance, were his glasses. They were round and petite with an onyx frame and amber lenses. Noticing your attention, his eyes darted towards you. "Haven't you ever been told that staring is impolite?"

Shaking your head furiously, cheeks once again aglow, you returned to your current task. "Deepest apologies! I was only observing your glasses, they are-"

You could feel his glare on you intensify even with your gaze away. "They're what?"

"P-Pretty..." you muttered truthfully, instantly regretting using such a feminine adjective to describe something a man wore. "They're a nice color is all..."

The man shifted backward, seemingly surprised by your compliments, and for just a moment, his harsh demeanor faltered a bit. "Well...thank you," he muttered bashfully before clearing his throat and darting back into his shell upon noticing that you were beginning to pour a cup of sake. "Just tea," he corrected sternly. "I don't drink."

You straightened at his comment, pausing for a moment. "Apologies," you nodded, setting the vessel back down on the tray to remind yourself to take it back with you when you leave. "I don't believe I've ever served a man who didn't prefer sake." you mused with a small smile.

"I'm not other men," he answered shortly.

"Yes, you're entirely different..." you sighed with glowing cheeks, pouring his tea. "You're a true and honorable gentleman, I can tell."

For the first time since the pair had come in, the traveler smiled- smirked even. It was a cocky look that sent a shiver down your spine when you glanced up and his found sharp amber eyes staring back. "You're quite forward for a service girl, aren't you?"

Your eyes blew wide at his comment and your cheeks caught fire which spread even to the tips of your ears. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to speak so freely!" Somehow in your anxious haste, you'd lost your grasp on the tea kettle in your hand, and you quickly lunged forward to catch it, luckily saving it before it could spill- or worse, shatter.

Unfortunately, your cheer for victory was incredibly short-lived by the hiss of your guest, who had begun tugging his clothes away from his body. Stream rose from his torso and you went pale. It seemed that, in your rush to catch the kettle, you'd reached over the table and knocked the freshly poured cup of hot tea into the poor man's stomach.

Without a second thought, you immediately crawled over, pulling a handkerchief from the chest of your kosode and began dabbing at his chest and stomach, profusely apologizing all while. You could feel him tense beneath your touch, rigid an no longer wriggling form the discomfort of the steaming liquid coating his skin. To his horror, in your haste, you began to tug at his sleeves, pulling them off his shoulders slightly.

"I'm so very sorry, sir!" you cried, beginning to disrobe him. "I'm so clumsy! I swear I'll make this right, let me just-" you continued, untying his belt, his protests completely lost on you in your panicked state. "I'll take your clothes and launder them, free of charge! A-And I'll get you a full refund on your stay!"

"N-no, please," the man began to tremble, breath caught in his throat as you inched him closer and closer to nudity. "It's fine, all's forgiven, there's no need to-" His hands felt heavy as he tied to pry you away, and by the time he'd gathered the ability to calm himself, you'd already stopped. You were entirely frozen as the fabric of his shirt felt from your hand.

"I-I..." you sputtered, unsure of what to say, or even if to speak at all. You'd rather just stay frozen.

"I-I appreciate the offer to launder my clothes, but please," the traveler gave an exacerbated sigh, "Let me undress myself."

You slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact as he gripped his garment closed and gingerly traced the hem of it and where it fell on his chest. Suddenly, out of his peripheral, he watched you lift something off the floor, setting the object in his lap. Then he realized, you weren't looking at his body. Glancing down, he noticed his glasses, folded neatly and resting in the creased crotch of his baggy pants.

"Get out." he snapped, finally putting himself into gear. "I will leave my clothes outside my door for you to wash. Have them back to me as soon as possible. And yes, you will be refunding my stay." he seethed as you instantly jumped up and hurried out of the room.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mizu stressed, pacing the room, and tugging at her hair. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her clothes were ruined, she'd at least have to wash them in some creek somewhere. But then, what about Ringo? She could leave him, but knowing him, he'd find her and lecture her about the importance of facing your problems instead of running from them. She'd forced you out before she'd had a chance to read your reaction, but then again, she'd never experienced a good one. You were probably on your way to tell someone- or worse, inform authorities on her whereabouts.

Even worse, she could her her chest bindings beginning to soak with tea, creating a terrible moist feeling between her breasts. She'd have to change the bandages, lest her skin begin to chafe. With every odd stacked against her leaving, she decided to stay. You only knew of her eye color, after all. At least you hadn't figured out all of her secrets.

All she had to do was keep her body hidden and charm you into not telling about her eyes, she could do this. You were tripping all over yourself over one snarky comment, surly she could convince you to keep quiet, right?

I hope you guys enjoyed this, there will be a part two coming (hopefully) soon, which I will link in this post when it is finished! Please like, comment, and reblog if you like this, it really helps encourage me to continue, and with this being a fandom for me to write for, it helps a lot to know what y'all interact with most!

#mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #ringo blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x reader blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai fanfic #mizu x fem!reader

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rainydayathogwarts · 6 months

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ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

bi!cheerleader!reader Summary: Nancy leaves you a crying mess after your breakup and you find comfort in the person you least expect. Warnings: angsty at start, fluff, internal homophobia almost, anxiety attack if you squint. Flashbacks in italic This idea has been in my drafts since november 2022 and here we are, one year later. I do have to say, I'm really happy with how it turned out. wc: 2.4k

Seeing Nancy with her was the epitome of having something reach straight into your chest to grab your heart, only to pull it out and toss it away in a dark corner to rot and be forgotten about. Not only did she break your heart, she disgusted you. She disgusted you for trusting her, confiding in her with the secret of your sexuality, one that could ruin your reputation, only to find out she didn't care about it at all.

"No because I got worried about you when you didn't show up to pick me up from practice. Silly me right?" You spoke with a shaking voice, standing in the open doorway, watching as Nancy gasped, pushing a girl you barely recognised from the school band off of her. The girl stumbled, almost falling off the bed as Nancy rushed towards you, throwing her shirt back on. They were both topless and the blonde girl's pants were off. She desperately scrambled for her clothes, covering her chest from you. You tried holding in the tears as you waited for an explanation from your girlfriend. "Look it-it's not what it looks like!" Nancy argued, and you scoffed, but from the look on her face, even she wasn't impressed by that excuse.

A single tear drop rolled down your cheek before you broke down, a sobbing mess in front of Nancy and her side piece, completely humiliated and hurt. "Get out!" You heard Nancy yell at the girl, who staggered out of the occupied bedroom, forgetting her purse. You covered your face from Nancy, wildly trying to wipe away all your tears at once. She stood in front of you, putting a hand on your shoulder for comfort but you stepped away from her, sniffling angrily. "How could you? I thought- I thought." You cut yourself off, scoffing at her with a cold laugh before turning on your heels, ignoring her calls for you as you stormed out of her house, face wet and eyes red from crying.

It'd been three weeks. You'd missed school for the first two days after the breakup, dreading the moment you would lock eyes with her in the hallway or she'd come find you, looking to apologise. Even though continuing that routine for the rest of the month seemed appealing, you held an important role in the school, and couldn't possibly miss another day of your senior year.

That's why you stood in the now emptying gymnasium, congratulating the basketball team for winning the game, arm linked with the most popular boy in school, Billy Hargrove who threw you a dazzling smile as you walked out onto the field, where everyone would gather before separating into cars to go party. "Y/N! Ride with me?" Suggested Billy, and you smiled at him, winking in his direction. That what how you kept your reputation, stayed relevant to high school standards. Be popular, show interest in attractive boys, talk about your hook ups, show up to games, be the passionate cheer captain you are, and stay at the top of your class.

All at once.

It was exhausting, but that was who you were going to continue to be, especially for this last year before you went off to college. It was only when you laid your eyes on Nancy and the same girl from the band talking next to her car that you jogged along to catch up with Billy. You ignored the pang in your chest; clearly she wouldn't be looking for you to apologise anytime soon seeing as they were together. Billy was waiting outside his car for you, two other people you didn't recognised having climbed in the back seat of his car. He grinned upon seeing you and you placed two hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly as you got on the tip of your toes, pressing your lips against his. A few people whistled at you while Billy wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss slightly.

"Just for congratulations." You say when you separate, opening the passenger door of his car. As you tighten the seatbelt around you, Billy starting the car engine, you make eye contact with Nancy, who despite everything, looks betrayed. It only makes you feel worse about yourself. Just for congratulations, you remind yourself. It doesn't mean anything, so she can't call you a slut for it. Hell, if it brought you more attention, you would do it again.

The party is great, and you'd really really enjoy it if Nancy wasn't the only thing you could think about, littering your mind like a piece of garbage. Normally, you wouldn't mind it being so sweaty. After all, a game did just end and all of the players were now shirtless inside, to your - and other girls' - advantage. However, your cheer uniform somehow clung to your skin uncomfortably and you felt like you couldn't breathe, tearing your eyes away from the shirtless bodies.

You step outside of the house, taking a deep breath and looking around. The only people around were a couple making out against a wall and some people in the back buying something off of Eddie Munson, famously known as the freak of school, which was ironic because he was extremely popular and well-known because of his side hustle. He even got along with some of the boys on the basketball team, who bought from him and invited him to parties on the down low. The only thing missing for him were the ladies.

You sighed, looking around to see if there was a third option on places to be, starting to get overwhelmed. One hand came up to play with the necklace around you neck and you sniffled, tears starting to cloud your vision. You turned back around to go inside but stopped in your tracks, shaking your head once you were reminded how big the crowd was.

"Hey. You okay?" A hand on your shoulder grasps your attention again, and you bring a hand up to aggressively wipe away the tears, and inevitably, some mascara. Towering over you with a concerned look on his face is the one and only Eddie Munson. You nod "Mhmm, I'm just gonna-" Your voice breaks and your lip wobbles, and only as background noise, you hear Eddie ask "You want to hang out in my van for a bit? No funny business, I promise." And you feel yourself nodding, allowing him to lead you into the back of his van, where he conveniently guides you onto a red beanbag, sitting down next to you on the hard floor.

He lets you sit down in silence, the only sound in the van being your quiet sobs. He plays with his rings the same way you tug at your necklace for comfort, waiting for your sobs to slow when he says "I'm all ears if you want to talk about it."

You should be wary, learn from your lesson, but instead of doing either of those, you find yourself being comfortable and safe around Eddie. That's how it all comes out, every detail from start to finish. How Nancy had asked you if you liked women after you drunkenly flirted with her at a party, to both of you confessing your feelings, to becoming official. You talk about being happy like you never had been before to finding out that she was a cheating scumbag.

Your relationship with Nancy had been so secret for the reason that she was the only person to every find out that you were bisexual, and here you were, spilling it all out to Eddie Munson, who you had never properly met before in your life.

The silence when you were done was astonishing.

You wiped the last of your tears away, finally taking a proper look at Eddie, who just passed you a cigarette, a look of shock on his face. You don't take the cigarette, so to fill in the silence, Eddie puts it to his lips, inhaling deeply, before letting the smoke disperse in the van. You watch the white vapour make shapes in the air, sighing. "Look, I get it." He says. "Well- I don't, but I once dated this dude who-" You looked up at him in surprise.

"You like guys?" And he only nodded, grinning widely and nudging you with his elbow. "Well look at that, we already have so much in common. You like girls, I like girls. You like dudes, I like dudes. Wow, we're just meant to be, aren't we?"

And it's the way he's smiling, tucking a long strand of hair behind his ear to show off his dimples and his silver helix piercing that has you grinning shyly, making space on the small beanbag for him, where he joins you, and you finally snatch the cigarette from his lips to take a puff yourself.

It was the security of his friendship that made you so willing to be pulled into it. You were both vulnerable, but knew that neither of you would go around spreading each other's secret because you shared the same one. No one wanted to be outed to everyone they knew without even knowing so. Your friendship built up, became strong. He often sat on the bleachers writing something while you were at cheer practice, and he drove you home, cracking jokes with you in the car. You started talking to him in school, trodding along with him to your classes, and he became comfortable around your friends, joking around as though he was part of your friend group.

And eventually, he was.

Ignoring the odd looks people still gave you, you accepted the arm Eddie offered you, guiding you outside so he could have a smoke. "I have to say, sweetheart, you've made me quite popular." You laughed, shaking your head "You've always been pretty popular, Eddie." But he shook his head at you. "No, no, like people are liking me, openly inviting me to things. Including me in conversations. Hell, today someone even paired up with me in class. And here we thought our friendship would ruin your reputation." He plays his shock coolly, opting to tease you instead, as per usual. You shove him by the shoulder and he chuckles, watching as you jump up to sit on the hood of his van.

You squeal when you start to slip off, but Eddie only moves to stand between your legs, putting a hand on your thigh to help stabilise you. There's a moment of silence, and he looks in your eyes, as though looking for signs of discomfort, but he finds something more. Something good. You lick your lips, putting a hand on his shoulder and giggling. He joins you, turning his head so he can blow the smoke from his joint away from you, and he spots her.

Her. The one who broke your heart.

No matter the rare positive things he's heard about her from others, he can't help but hate her - can't force himself not to glare. You follow his gaze, scoffing at the sight. "I don't know why little band girl doesn't think she'll cheat on her too." You hum, agreeing with him, your free hand coming up to his jaw to turn his face towards you. "You just defending me Eddie?" You tease, head cocked to the side.

He shakes his head angrily, eyebrows furrowing, and he finally stumps out his joint on the floor. "No- I mean yeah but I'm honestly more annoyed sweetheart. Like honestly, everyone knows that if someone cheats on their partner to get with you, the same way that relationship ends is with them cheating on their new partner. No one can be that dumb!" He huffs, gathering his hair into a makeshift bun before letting it all go, looking around in search of his joint. When he realised he put it out, he curses, looking back at you who's smiling down at him.

You push a couple of stray strands of hair away from Eddie's eyes, leaning closer to him. He puts his hands on your thighs and you both hear the giggles of Nancy and her girlfriend, to which he rolls his eyes at. Your heart skips a beat when he does and you open your mouth before closing it shut again, deciding to finally show him how he makes you feel instead of saying anything.

You cup his jaw in your hands, leaning downwards to kiss him, and he immediately reciprocates it, his hands wandering from your thighs to grip your ass tightly. He pulls you closer to the edge of the hood of the van, humming into the kiss when you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip. He gives it to you, immediately deepening the kiss, and taking control by moving one of his hands to the back of your neck, not giving you the space to separate from him. It's all lips and tongue and hands on each other's bodies, that when you finally start to push against his chest to pull away, you're both panting.

You look down at him, wiping away the gloss on his lips with a smile. He does the same, trying to remove your smudged gloss with the pad of his thumb and failing, wiping the residue on his jeans. "Just saying, that kiss better have been for me, not for-" "It was. It was just for you." You reassure, pressing another soft kiss on his lips, only then looking up, realising Nancy and her friend stayed for the show. Eddie turns around, staring at the look of shock on their faces, and he cocks his head mockingly "What? You guys want some of this?" He points at you, a subtle hint to inform them that he knows the whole story.

Your eyes widen, and you grab the finger he uses to point at you, giggling in shock "Eddie!" You gasp, and he shrugs, still talking to Nancy mostly, as he's making direct eye contact with her. "I would want some of you if I were them too." And you both watch in surprise as Nancy's friend storms away angrily. Your eyes widen in shock and you watch as Eddie turns back around, looking slightly guilty, but mostly amused. "I kind of want to say I told you so."

You gasp at his careless tone, wrapping both your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you again. As you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his hands wander up your back, you start to hear wolf whistles.

"And there goes our moment" Mutters Eddie against your lips.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Anyway, serious topic (not really) I was thinking of making this into like a series. Like seeing how Eddie and reader overcome milestones in their relationship kind of and it follows this storyline of their relationship. Like with specifically this eddie and reader in mind. Lmk if you get what I mean or not

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hannahmanderr · 8 months

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ACTUALLY WAIT I ASKED FOR DANNY AND DAMON SO I ALSO HAVE TO ASK FOR VALERIE AND JACK AND MADDIE to make it fair 😌

(affectionately calling this Duly Deputized Hunting)

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3

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"So!" Jack clapped his hands together, nearly making Valerie jump from the sound. "I bet Danny told you all about the Fenton EctoScrambler, huh? Did you want a demonstration? I mean yeah, we're not using actual ghosts as test subjects anymore of course, but we can still -"

"That's okay!" Valerie said, throwing her hands up with a kind smile. "I already heard about it from Danny." That was a lie, but hopefully neither Fenton parent would pick up on her fidgety fingers and bouncing leg.

She would lose whatever nerve she'd gathered before coming here if she got sidetracked now.

Maddie, thank God, could see the somewhat unrestrained panic in her eyes. She laid a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder. "Honey, let's not overwhelm her. I'm sure I heard Danny say something about demonstrating it to her later this week." Valerie relaxed and met Maddie's eyes. A knowing twinkle glimmered behind the older woman's irises, a twinkle that carried the experience of taming her husband's energetic zeal. "You said you had something to ask us on the phone?"

And just like that, Valerie's heart rate skyrocketed again. She picked at the edge of her sweater, desperately wishing she had something to tinker with. "Yeah. I mean, yes. Only if that's okay, of course." She nearly smacked her forehead. Way to play it cool, Gray.

"Of course!" Jack said with a hearty laugh. "Why wouldn't it be okay? You're practically family! Danny's brought you 'round often enough, you should know that by now." He shot an exaggerated wink to Valerie as Maddie gasped "Jack!" and nudged him in the arm.

Valerie's face flushed warm, though strangely not from Jack's teasing. You're practically family echoed in her mind, sending an electric warmth down her spine and across her whole body.

It wasn't as though Jack and Maddie had never accepted her. Far from it, in fact; they'd been ecstatic to finally discover that the famed Amity Park Huntress was, in fact, one of their son's classmates, and his girlfriend at that. Jack in particular had been thrilled that there were more from the "younger generations" interested in taking up ghost hunting.

And both of them had supported her ceaselessly. They'd sponsored a paid internship for her the moment she'd gotten her high school diploma. Helped navigate her out of her contract with Vlad. Continued to provide her with whatever tech and repairs she needed, even after her internship technically ended. Designed gear specially for her.

It was more than she could've ever dreamed. After Danny had told her about how rough it had been getting them to let him keep up with his ghost fighting after they learned of his secret ("Of course I'm grateful they don't hate me," he'd told her, "I just wish they could be slightly less overbearing with their love."), she'd expected them to stick her with lectures about the dangers of the job and how she should be leaving such risky endeavors to the grown-up professionals.

She couldn't have been happier to have had her expectations blown out of the water.

"It means so much to hear you say that," she said, her voice beginning to tremble with emotion. Darn it, keep it together girl! "You two have done so much for me and taken me under your wing, and you've gotten nothing in return."

Maddie scoffed. "Don't be silly." She took the hand on Jack's shoulder and reached across his lap to lay it on top of Valerie's. The kind smile on Maddie's face nearly melted her heart all over again. "Not only have we gotten to see our Danny happier than he's ever been, getting to spend his time with you, but we've gotten to see you grow into a bright, beautiful young lady. That alone is entirely worth it." Jack nodded eagerly beside her.

Now the tears were truly threatening to fall, and Valerie Gray did not cry. She sniffed and took a deep breath. "These past years with Danny, getting to know you and Jazz and be a part of your family, they've been the best of my life. I know Daddy wasn't exactly keen on letting me hang out here too much at first, but he knows this whole family cares about me almost as much as he does.

"And I care about you too. I seriously can't even begin to describe everything you've done for me. I didn't even need to ask; you just did it." Another sniffle. "It's like you somehow knew what I needed before I even asked."

Maddie's smile faltered just slightly. "Well," she said slowly, "I wouldn't say that was entirely the case..."

"It was Danny," Jack said. "We wanted to help you, of course, but he was the one to tell us exactly what you needed. Kid was always fretting about how you wouldn't accept the help if it came from him, but he just loved you so much. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you."

Valerie's breath caught in her throat. "Danny..." she whispered.

God, she was going to strangle that boy the next time she saw him. And then kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

Breathe girl. In and out. "He's... he's done so much for me too. I wouldn't be who I am without him." In and out. "I can't imagine my life without him." In and out. "I don't think I want to live life without him."

Maddie jolted upright. "Oh my..." she breathed. "Are you saying...?"

"Yes." The tears were falling uncontrollably now, but Valerie's smile felt like it could split her face. "Yes, I absolutely am."

"What?" Jack looked back and forth between the two women. "What's she saying? What are you saying?"

Maddie had started crying too, clutching Valerie's hand in one of her own and Jack's with the other. "She wants to join our family," she said through her own tears.

"Really? That's what this is all about? Well heck, what's all the fuss for then? Like I said, you're already part of the family, Val!"

In spite of herself, Valerie giggled. "No, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm saying... I'm saying I want to spend every day with Danny. I want to be a part of his life forever, and I want him to be part of mine. I want to get to share you as parents, and Jazz as a sister. I don't care what might happen, I just know I want me and Danny to face it, together, for the rest of our lives.

She took another deep breath. "I'm asking for your blessing to ask Danny to marry me."

Valerie suddenly found herself engulfed by the warm embrace of two sobbing Fenton parents.

Soon to be her parents too.

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part 2 here

#danny phantom #valerie gray #jack fenton #maddie fenton #gray ghost #hannah writes #ask hannah #ask game #dooshek #im sure you can see where this is going *evil grin*#okay but real talk #valerie deserves all the good parents

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thesilliestofgals · 5 months

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Ok silly little people in my computer, "yes" won for a Rosabella Beast drabble poll so, I started writing... and it ended up way past 100 words.

Oops.

I hope it's enjoyable! I'm not totally satisfied with it, but I took my best shot! A little warning: The characters that appear will likely be OOC!

And also, a quick note: if you've stumbled upon this and have absolutely no clue who or what Rosabella Beast is, I suggest checking out my rosabella beast tag, or my hypothetical eah rewrite tag! If you do, however, be careful, as there are spoilers within those tags!

Now on with the story!

Rosabella was all too familiar with the phrase don't judge a book by it's cover. It'd been implanted by her mother before she was conscious enough to understand what was being said to her. She'd made the mistake of not listening to that advice, and she'd paid dearly for it. Since then, Rosabella had held that as her mantra, swearing to never make such a foolish mistake again.

Now, as Blondie Lockes stood in her doorway, she couldn't help but wonder if she was going to just that. Rosabella hated to admit it, but Blondie was one of the few people she couldn't read. Even when peering over her glasses, the big haired girl's colors were constantly changing and melding together. That frustrated her to no end.

Her anxious and angry musings to herself were broken by Blondie giving her a smile, one that didn't quite meet her eyes. "Can I come in?", she asked, but it didn't really sounds like a request- more like a demand. Narrowing her eyes, Rosabella stepped aside, allowing her entry.

She slammed the door shut, turning to face the blonde as she surveyed the dorm. Taking a deep breath, Rosabella replied to Blondie's question with her own, being sure to lace it with extra sweetness. "How can I help you, Blondie?"

The other girl rolled her eyes and scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, drop the act," she huffed, "you don't need to be a Beauty here when it's just the two of us."

Rosabella's train of thought crashed and burned into a fiery grave as she gawked at the amateur reporter. What, she wanted to roar, are you talking about? But instead, she clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly. "Whatever-after do you mean, Blondie?" she asked through gritted fangs.

Blondie smiled again, and this time, Rosabella felt a genuine twinge of... discomfort. The blonde seemed to staring her down like a predator with prey. Ironic, Rosabella mused, considering my heritage.

"I've been watching you," Blondie began, as if that wasn't the most creepiest thing someone could say to someone else. "and you may have everyone fooled, but not me. I see that look in your eyes, when you're talking to any of the Royals... or even some of the Rebels. Anger and disgust, like you know something about them that nobody else does. I was also about to figure out your own little secret, but I must admit, you're fairy good at hiding it."

Rosabella's stomach dropped. "Hiding what?" she all but snarled. The amateur reporter giggled behind her hand. "The fact that your destiny calls for you to be the Beast, of course!"

She couldn't take it anymore. Her self control snapped, and she lunged, feeling her human form give way to what had been carefully hidden away underneath. With powerful, clawed paws grasping her shoulders, Blondie was pinned against the farthest wall. Rosabella curled her lips back, showing off the fangs Blondie had remarked about. "What in Ever After do you want, Lockes?" Rosabella rumbled, tail lashing behind her, "Tell me, or you might have to put your stupid little podcast on an indefinite hiatus!" Her voice rose to a fever pitch, and she could feel the fabric of Blondie's sleeves begin to tear.

Impressively, Blondie remained physically unbothered, but her aura told a different story. A quick flash of fear- but before Rosabella could sink her teeth into that, the confidence quickly won out. "I don't need to be bribed," the blonde scoffed, lifting her chin, "I came to you with a proposition."

Rosabella arched her brow at that, and with great reluctance, released her and crossed her now-furry arms. "A proposition?" she grumbled, shoving the beast back in her cage and pulling the beauty from her prison. That was... a surprise. Rosabella hated surprises. "I'm listening," she growled, "but don't dawdle."

Blondie observed the transformation with a hum, the corners of her lips curling upwards. At Rosabella's demand, the blonde rolled her eyes. "Yes," she huffed, brushing a loose curl behind her shoulder, "I have a feeling that you and I both have very similar desires. I'm always searching for the next scoop of truth, and while you don't always show it, you're quite the... humanitarian.

I think we'd make quite the good team, you and I. Nobody can bear being five feet in my vicinity, but with you? You just be the Beauty, and everyone's spilling their guts to you. Am I wrong?" Rosabella cursed to herself. Blondie was like a nagging gnat in everyone's ear, but she could be quite observant if someone didn't know she was around, or let their guard down.

"...Not exactly, no." The brunette grumbled, eyeing her over the lenses of her glasses. Blondie's mouth split into another unnerving grin, and she clapped her hands. "That brings me to my proposition: you and I could work together. We could reveal everyone's dirty secrets, you know? Dust off all the skeletons stored away in those musty closets and display them for the world to see. Not for entertainment, no- for justice. I'm sure some people have some skeletons stored away that they would kill to keep hidden just because of how sensitive those secrets could be! And that's just not right, is it?"

Rosabella pursed her lips in thought. Blondie was crass about it, but... she had a little bit of a point. She could see some particularly nasty auras in passing conversations sometimes, camouflaging particularly nasty nuggets of information. It would be gratifying to see those sinister and secretive students get their just deserts.

"What's in it for you, though?" Rosabella hummed. The amateur reporter flipped a strand of hair again. "I'm a reporter- or a journalist, whatever after you want to call me. It's my narrative given duty to gather details and deliver these to the public in a fair and unbiased perspective!" She said this with a dramatic flare, waving her hands about. "Also, I like seeing people squirm. So, what do you say?"

Rosabella stood as still as one of the statues in her mother's garden, thinking. Don't judge a book by it's cover. She squinted, looking down through her glasses. Once again, she was met with a murky, swirling mess of colors. Working her jaw, she pushed them back up. "Okay," she rasped, stepping closer to the other girl again. "let's do it." She held out a hand, and Blondie firmly grasped it. Quickly, Rosabella pulled her close. "But I swear to Grimm," she sneered, "if you even try to stab me in the back in any way, shape, or form, you'll regret even knowing my name. Understood?"

Blondie's grip tightened, and she nodded. Huffing, Rosabella pulled away, releasing her hand. "So," she asked with an arched brow, "do you have any actual idea on how exactly we'll work together?" Blondie's eyes gleamed, and she pulled out her Mirrorpad from her messenger bag.

"Oh, I do." She tapped at the screen a few times before handing it over to the brunette, and as Rosabella scanned over what she'd been given, she realized that she had indeed made the same mistake as she had years ago, but this time, under completely different circumstances.

But maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't regret this.

#nonny's nonsense #ever after high #eah #hypothetical ever after high rewrite #hypothetical eah rewrite #the rosabella beast universe #rosabella beauty #blondie lockes

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deiliamedlini · 1 year

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Because so many of my favourite stories of yours revolve around this concept: Zelda finding out what freedom is with link helping her figure it out.

Okay, not sure if you'll like this one because I used Zelda II's Link and Zelda and no one but me likes that game LOL! I tried to be different with the Zelink since, like you said, I have a couple of fics already like it!

Also on Ao3!

"Link, tell me some more. What happened in these years since my slumber?"

Link sat on the steps of North Palace with the Princess Zelda by his side. She looked around with her eyes filled with wonder, a new light she'd never seen before. She'd never seen this Hyrule. Her Hyrule had passed by some hundred years ago, and she was set in a constant state of wonder and amazement.

"The new Princess Zelda was in need of my assistance as Ganon tried to steal the Triforce. We stopped him, and then Impa passed along that you'd been asleep since your curse. And I just... I don't know. I had to help you. If I could."

"You did. Goodness, you did. To see the world again, to be able to breathe the air and taste the sea. I can smell it from here. And there's another thing that is far more difficult to see, but it is felt just as clearly: there is no fear here. You've taken their fear and cast it away. As you've done for me."

Link shrugged. "I didn't. I just... I did what was expected of me."

"You did far more."

"How does it feel," he asked instead, "To be a princess, but not the Princess? Do you feel relieved?"

"Confused. I don't know how to be anything else. But it seems P... Princess Zelda... the other one... has the Kingdom well in hand. How could I possibly seek to impose?"

"You don't have to. You can just... be free."

"Free," Zelda scoffed, shaking her head. "What even is that."

Link stood up off the steps of North Palace and held out his hand. He wriggled his fingers. "Come on, Princess. Or... can I call you Zelda?"

"You saved me from eternal slumber. You can call me whatever you'd like."

"'Beautiful?'" he asked, the word slipping out as he stared at her red hair. She was gorgeous. A stark contrast from the equally beautiful brunette princess, but a unique beauty that had him rapt in her.

Her brows shot up as she brushed her hair off her shoulder and took his hand. "Oh, you're one of those charmers, are you?"

"Only if you thought that was charming."

"I did," she smiled, blushing. "It's been centuries since someone has complimented me. I suppose I'm more open to the corniness of such lines after all this time."

"Did you used to hear them before your sleep?" He led her down a path, taking off into the expanse of Hyrule field. He could feel her hesitating, and tapped his sword. "I can keep you safe, but we'll keep to the paths. Don't worry."

"I'm used to worrying about everything," she muttered, following beside him with her hand tight in his. "And no, no silly Hero would dare flirt with me before. I was as isolated then as I was at North Palace. Worse, because my brother was so controlling. Anyone who looked at me... the way you do... well, they'd be... taken care of."

"Like I do?" Link asked with mock offense, smiling as the former Princess' laugh rang out in his ears.

"Yes! You have these puppy dog brown eyes." She pulled him to a stop so she could touch his cheek. Soft, light, she took a moment to truly feel him. "Like no one I've met before."

He blushed viciously and pointed back to the road. "We're almost at Rauru."

"Rauru? Who's that?"

"Not 'who'. It's a town."

"This used to be around where Leoch was. Is that still here?"

"I don't know who that is, so no."

She smiled. "It's a 'who', it's a town."

"Forgive me, Princess."

Her smile grew. "I'm not a Princess, am I?"

"No," he said, grinning. "No, you're not. You're free. So come on, Zelda. Let's go see what's new. Let's go see how you get to live."

#legend of zelda #link #zelda #zelink #Zelda 2 #Zelda II #Adventures of Link #writing

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tallbluelady · 1 year

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🌲 - Climbing up a tree / in a tree.

"Minthe!" Hades called. "What are you doing up there? Master Chiron said that we needed to practice our aethersight, not climb trees."

"I am. Sid said that you get a better view on Air aether from up high," Minthe said. Her older brother hadn't told her that, but she didn't want to climb back down and actually practice magic.

Hades scowled at her, but started climbing the tree himself. He likely didn't believe her - he only believed her when he wanted to - but he climbed up nevertheless.

"You're going to break your neck one of these times..." He wasn't that much older than her but he still grumbled like a grown-up.

Minthe rolled her eyes. "You might. The trees like me."

Hades scoffed, but sat down next to her. He always played angry but Minthe was smart enough to know that he really liked her. He wouldn't sit and watch the birds with just anyone after all.

"Maybe we should try to actually see Air aether while we're up here," he said after the flock of birds flew from sight.

She sighed. "I guess. I still think aether looks really weird."

"Master Chiron said that you only have to get used to it. Then we don't have to use our faces when we talk to each other."

"But I like faces!" Minthe stretched out her arms. "I like everyone's face! Why do we have to hide them?"

"'So that our ideas may take precedence when we meet another. So that our society will prosper,'" Hades recited.

"Yeah, but why can't we do that while still seeing our faces? Seems silly to me."

He gave an exasperated sigh. "I don't know, Minthe. But can we still try to do what Master told us to?"

"Fine..." Minthe grumbled, grouchy that her attempt at delaying the inevitable failed.

She took a deep breath and focused on the aether around her. Sight was a good enough word, but it was a lot more than just seeing. Minthe said it was too loud to Chiron, but he only told her to use it more, and get used to it. She'd develop filters in time, he said.

Minthe turned her head, then almost fell out of the tree. There was such a bright, loud stream of aether to the east of them that it made her dizzy.

"Minthe, be careful!" Hades grabbed onto her arm.

"Hades, can you see that with your aethersight?" She focused on his familiar aether, gold and geometric, like a kaleidoscope.

"What are you - oh." His grip tightened. "What is that?"

"You see it too?"

"Yes. It... It's beautiful." He turned to her. "We should figure out what it is."

"It's too loud. It hurts."

"Minthe... I want to see it. I want to see it with you. You don't have to use your aethersight, promise."

"Promise?"

He nodded. "I'll use mine. I'm better at it anyways."

Minthe snorted and stopped focusing. The world quieted down and she felt better. And she couldn't deny she was curious about the aether stream either.

They both made it out of the rowan tree and started towards the direction of the stream. Hades would stop and start his aethersight every once in a while to make sure they were heading in the right direction, but eventually they could feel the energy without focusing.

The aether nigh roared in Minthe's ears as they approached an opening in the ground. It looked like there were steps all the way down into the darkness.

Hades turned to her. "Are you scared? We don't have to go in if you are."

She growled. "You know you only say that so I will go in."

He gave her that conceding smile he'd give when he'd won. Hades took Minthe's hand and lead the way into the depths.

It was dark, but bright at the same time. Even without focusing, Minthe could see the aether dance and swirl around them. There was something... Minthe wouldn't call it wrong, but it was...

"I don't think we should be here." Minthe started to tug Hades' hand back up.

"Minthe, other than the steps, this is all natural aether. There's nothing to worry about."

"There are plenty of natural things to worry about, Hades. Most of the dangerous concepts from Amaurot are derivations from nature. Or are you ignoring Chiron's teachings about that?"

"Can we see what's at the bottom of the steps at least? I can see the end coming up soon with my aethersight."

Minthe hummed but nodded. "We see the bottom then we climb right back up, alright?"

He nodded back and lead her down.

Thanks for the prompt!

#i need a writing tag #azem minthe #ffxiv hades #maaaaaaaaaybe i should figure out a ship tag idk man #but yeah #this is kinda what ties these two together #they were always good friends but this is the ticket

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humaforever · 10 months

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Sounds illegal, I’m in.

(Anyone. Honestly anyone. And I'm sorry for sending so much asks)

Don't apologize, I'm happy to write these prompts.

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Freddie strutted up the gang plank onto Harriet's ship. She knew CJ had to be here somewhere...

Ah, there she was

Tangled in one of the ropes connected to the main mast, hanging upside down. It's a good thing she was secured up there, any wrong move and she'd fall right into the shark infested waters.

"CJ!" Freddie called up to her

"Freddie!" CJ said excitedly as she hoisted herself up

"Come down here dollface, I need to ask you a favor" Freddie said

CJ hastily untangled herself and jumped. Oh. Freddie thought she would shimmy down, but no. She jumped. Jesus that was a long jump.

"What's up princess?" CJ questioned

"Don't call me that" Freddie scolded

"Aww but you're my shadow princess." CJ whined with a big grin

"Alright, alright, just keep it down would ya? I've got a top secret mission for you"

"Ohoo" CJ clapped and jumped excitedly

"I need you to steal somethin' for me, you up for it?" Freddie asked

"Sounds illegal. I'm in" CJ said

"Perfect, cause I only trust you for the job sweetcake" Freddie said brushing one of CJ's wildly stray hairs out of her face

CJ gave her a wicked smile but it looked a bit silly with her smeared lipstick

"You've got food in your teeth honey" Freddie told the other girl.

"Oh crap! Can you wipe it off for me?" CJ said opening her mouth wide to give Freddie full access

Freddie gently grabbed CJ's face and promptly wiped away the food in her teeth with her fingernail.

"So what's the big plan voodoo girl?" CJ asked

"Word around the street is that Evil Queen's got a serious stash of black powder, she's using it as makeup. But you know how valuable that stuff is, and I'm in desperate need of it" Freddie said

CJ gasped "I could use that for so many things and she's using it for makeup!?"

"Despicable isn't it?" Freddie shook her head

"It would be so much easier to spread my fires if I had black powder." CJ huffed

"Right." Freddie nodded "You're slick buttercup, I trust that you can steal her big stash for the both of us?"

"Of course this is practically child's play!" CJ scoffed

"I knew I could count on you" Freddie said fondly bopping CJ on the nose with a wink

"But it's gonna have to wait till tonight, cause I'm busy right now." CJ said "wanna help me enchantress?"

Freddie quirked her brow waiting for CJ to continue

"Hattie grounded me so I'm tying all of her stuff to the mast" CJ giggled

Freddie looked up and sure enough there was all of Harriet's things. A couple of weapons, some clothes, a notebook, papers, booze. Freddie hadn't really been paying enough attention before to notice, well no, she noticed she just simply didn't care. It was nothing out of the ordinary for pirates.

"Yeah sure, I'll help you" Freddie told CJ

"Fuck yeah!" CJ said starting to run down to Harriet's cabin to get more of her stuff

"One more thing CJ!" Freddie called after her

CJ stopped in her tracks turning back to Freddie. Though the sun rudely blinded her for a second. she furiously rubbed at her eyes.

Freddie frowned as she caught up to CJ. "You just smeared your eyeliner sweetheart"

"That's okay. What'd you want to ask me?" CJ said lowering her hands which were now covered in black eyeliner

"You said you're grounded, you sure you can do this tonight if you're grounded?" Freddie asked

"Oh yeah! I'm constantly grounded. But I just ignore it." CJ shrugged

Freddie smiled at her beautiful disaster "Okay, whatever you say, dollface. Let's go collect Harriet's stuff."

CJ let out a hard, mischievous, laugh as she led the way.

#CJ Hook/Freddie Facilier #fanfiction

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 2 years

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Just Like Her

Word count: 3,900

Pairing: Yelena x female reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mild swearing, a few Russian words (disclaimer - I don't speak Russian. I do speak google though 😂)

After almost a week with no laptop, I finally have it fixed and was able to finish up this fic! This includes the main Prompt asking for Yelena x reader where reader sticks Yelena’s toothbrush to her hand and she gets her revenge (with a couple additional small prompts added here: prompt, prompt). This is my first time writing for Yelena, so bear with me!

"Oh, приятельница… we have so much work to do with you. Clearly you have been spending too much time with Natasha."

You picked yourself up off the floor once again, wiping the sweat off your brow as you turned to face the blonde Russian assassin. Yelena had a smug grin on her face as she observed you - one that only increased your desire to smack it off her face.

"You say that as though Natasha couldn't kick your ass," you shot back, readying yourself in your fighting stance. Yelena threw her head back and laughed heartily.

"Yohou... oh yohou are so funny!" Her hazel eyes met yours as she ducked to match your stance. "Has Natasha been teaching you insults as well? Oh man! I can never leave you alone with her for such a long time again."

For months, Yelena had been traveling the world, working to reverse the cognitive manipulation Dreykov had inflicted upon the Widows. You'd only been a Widow for a brief period of time, but it had been long enough to develop a bond strong enough with Yelena that withstood the effect of the Red Dust, even after you'd been freed of Dreykov's control. Until she returned, she'd left you in the capable hands of her sister at the Avenger's compound to continue the training you'd started. Who better to teach a former Widow how to fight than another former Widow?

Clearly that didn't stop her from reminding you who she believed was the superior of the two sisters.

"Why don't you stop mouthing off and I'll show you exactly what Natasha has taught me how to do while you were gone?"

"Ooh, please, by all means..." She gestured broadly, awaiting you to make your move.

Wordlessly, you leapt back into action, charging at Yelena full force. You knew she would move to dodge, and you anticipated it, suddenly dropping to the floor and sweeping your leg out to strike her ankles. She fell forward with a yelp of surprise, swiftly recovering with a somersault to leap back to her feet.

“Good…” she panted, “… but not good enough.”

In a flash, she was diving for you, prepared to pin you to the floor. The moment you saw her feet leave the floor, you smirked in triumph - far too late for her to change her trajectory. Using her momentum, you snatched hold of her forearms as her hands flew toward your shoulders, hooking your feet under her hips and hurling her up and over you onto her back. Before she could regain her bearings, you whipped around and wrapped your legs around her neck in a chokehold. She grasped your shins for a moment, pulling uselessly before finally tapping out.

“How’s that for moves?” you boasted, bouncing to your feet and reaching down to help your companion up.

"Alright... I will admit, you may have learned something from Natasha." Yelena reluctantly accepted your hand up off the floor, grinning sheepishly.

"Oh-ho! The great Yelena is providing praise?" you ribbed, nudging her with your elbow. She scoffed in response, rolling her eyes.

"I was talking about your silly poses!" She demonstrated one of the moves Nat had taught you - a broad-swinging roundhouse kick ending in an over-dramatized crouched position with her palm planted on the floor and her other arm outstretched sharply at her side. "Like this? What... what is the point of this? Are you going to start dancing or something?"

"Oh, shut it, you." You huffed, unable to keep from grinning a bit at the teasing. It was good-natured, you knew. Still, it got under your skin a little bit. “We calling it quits for the day?”

“Well… clearly you’re tired. I guess I’ll be a good mentor and let you off the hook for today.”

“I could do this all day!” You smirked. “Maybe it’s you who’s tired.”

Yelena shoved your arm playfully, moving toward the door. “In your dreams.”

You parted ways to get cleaned up and ready for dinner that evening. Natasha was cooking for the small group of you in the tower that evening. You’d made it a habit to hang around while she prepped dinner - partly because you enjoyed the time to chat with her outside of your training, but mostly because she eventually got annoyed with your ramblings and shooed you from the kitchen.

"How did the training session go?" Nat asked as you entered the kitchen, glancing up only briefly from the pot on the stove.

"Oh, you know... she's just trying to remind me of what I 'missed out on' with her away and you training me in her place."

Nat let out a breath of a laugh through her nose, grinning as she shook her head. "Let me guess - did she call you a 'poser?'"

"Basically." You slid into one of the stools at the kitchen island, releasing a heaving sigh. "I know she's just teasing. It's just infuriating that I'm so bad at making witty comebacks."

"Oh, witty comebacks are impossible with Yelena. She always finds a way to have the last word." She turned the burner off on the stove, carrying the pot over to the sink to drain the pasta water. "There are other ways to get back at her, though."

"Oh? Do tell."

Nat's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as they flitted up to meet yours. "My little sister might be the master of insults, but she hates it when people pull tricks on her."

"Tricks?" You turned her words over in your head for a moment. "How am I supposed to find a way to trick her?"

Nat shrugged nonchalantly as she turned back around to pour the drained pasta back in the pot to mix with the sauce. "I hear Tony is quite the prankster around here. Maybe you should ask him for some advice?"

"Tony?" you asked skeptically.

"He's probably down in his lab right now, you know. Might be a good time to pay him a visit."

"You just want me out of your hair while you finish making your dinner."

She flashed you a grin. "You know me too well." You scowled, drawing a laugh from the redhead. "But honestly - I'm rooting for you. It's about time someone take my sister down a couple pegs."

"I'll give it my best shot."

And so, you made your way down to Tony's lab to consult the alleged 'prank master' of the tower. Sure enough, you found the overtired billionaire hunched over a workbench, working to fix one of his damaged self-directed Iron Man suits. He looked up from his work as you entered, grinning broadly in greeting.

"Good evening, mini Romanoff," he jested. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You know Yelena would be pissed if she heard you call me that," you retorted with a sly smirk.

"Well, blondie ain't here, is she?" He placed his tools down on the workbench and swiveled his stool to face you. "Now I know better than to think you came just to shoot the breeze. What do you need?"

"Nat tells me you're the master of pranks around here."

He smirked haughtily, folding his arms across his chest. "I have heard others refer to me as such, yes."

"Don't get too cocky - I'm sure Loki will want to reclaim that title when he and Thor return from Asgard," you chided, earning an eye roll.

"Might not want to mention Reindeer Games if you're looking for my help."

"Alright, alright..." You sighed, leaning casually against one of his workbenches. "I need to find a way to trick Yelena."

"Oh? What'd she do to deserve it?"

"She's just being her usual self. Teasing, making fun of my fighting style... you know."

"That does sound like her." Tony stood, wandering across the lab to another workbench where he had experimental-looking electronics scattered across the surface. "What are you hoping to achieve? A mild annoyance? Major aggravation?"

"How about something in between?" You followed him to the other side of the room, peering over his shoulder as he sifted through unfamiliar devices. He muttered to himself under his breath as he mulled over the options.

"Too dangerous... didn't pass testing... not quite annoying enough... AHA!" He snatched up a small remote from the workbench that contained only two buttons. "This should achieve the perfect balance between irritating and malicious."

"Great! Er... what is it, exactly?"

"Glad you asked!" He turned the remote over in his hand, popping open a small compartment on the back to reveal a miniscule silver disc. Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, he held it up for you to inspect. "Attach this to any object - literally anything - and it will stick to the next person who picks it up like glue. The only way to detach it is to press this button." He turned the remote back over, pointing to a small circular button on the front.

"How does it work?" you asked curiously.

"It would take hours to explain. Molecular electron field manipulation... artificial magnetism... I'll spare you the MIT lecture. Just give it a try. I guarantee it'll be a significant annoyance to Lady Rambo.”

“You promise it won’t explode or something?” you queried warily. Tony laughed heartily, shaking his head.

“While I am a fan of explosions, I’d rather not blow a hole in the wall of my own tower. You can trust that the device is completely explosive-free.”

Satisfied, you thanked him and headed out of the lab, mulling over how you might use this device to trick Yelena. You knew it would need to be attached to an object that she would use as part of her daily routine, or it might not work for days waiting for her to pick up whatever you stuck it to. Figuring you’d have the best luck with searching for an object in her room, you pocketed the device for after dinner when you could be certain Yelena wouldn’t be there.

As soon as you’d finished eating, you excused yourself from the dinner table, muttering some excuse about being tired. Yelena was locked in a battle of wits with Tony, so you knew you’d have some time to exact your plan. Both of them were so bull-headed, you knew they’d be at it for hours.

Slipping silently into the crack between the door and the doorway to Yelena’s bedroom, you began to look around in search of the perfect object. You didn’t want it to be something too large - just something small enough that it would be an annoyance to carry around. The bedsheets and pillow were far too big, although the thought of her walking around with her pillow stuck to the side of her face all day was tempting. There was no telling what she’d wear to sleep or the next morning, so clothing was out. Yelena didn’t sleep with any plushies, but that would have been the perfect object.

You wandered into the en suite bathroom to continue your search. Shower curtain? She’d probably rip the tension rod off the wall, you thought. She had a surprising number of bottles of shampoos and soaps for one person, so you weren’t even sure where to start to choose one of those. What did she only have one of…

Then, your eyes landed on the toothbrush sitting by the sink.

It was perfect - not too large, but enough to really get on her nerves. Who wants to carry around something they put in their mouth every day? And you knew she’d at least pick it up tonight or tomorrow, so there was no question whether there would be an opportunity to catch her with it.

So, you pulled out the remote and removed the small attachment device, sticking it to the back of the handle of the toothbrush so it wasn’t visible straight on. Before you left, you tucked the remote away in your pocket again for safe keeping, and to hide it from prying eyes.

And now, all you had left to do was wait.

* * *

"Пиздец! Stark, where are you?!"

You knew the moment you heard Yelena's cursing and hollering the next morning that she'd encountered your prank. And, sure enough, she came storming into the kitchen only seconds later, her eyes wild as she looked around for the scientist. It took everything in you not to laugh when you saw her fist closed tightly around her toothbrush where her arm hung by her side.

When she didn't see Stark, Yelena's eyes landed on you.

"Have you seen Stark? I need to have a word with him."

You shrugged. "Haven't seen him since yesterday. What did he do?"

"He's using one of his stupid little technology devices to play tricks on me!" She held out her fist with her toothbrush held inside. "Why can I not let go of this??"

"Oh, I'm sure he's got some long-winded explanation for how it works. You have to admit, it is pretty funny though."

Yelena scowled at you in annoyance. "No it is not pretty funny! I'm going to find Stark and make him turn this stupid thing off! I'll beat him over the head with the toothbrush if that is what it takes!"

"Woah, isn't it a bit early in the morning to be threatening violence against me?"

Tony strode into the kitchen at that moment, taking an apprehensive step back when Yelena whirled around to face him with fire in her eyes.

"What is this?! Fix it, now!" she demanded. Tony chuckled in amusement when his eyes landed on the toothbrush clutched in her hand, glancing over Yelena's shoulder to catch your eye.

"Really? You couldn't have come up with anything more exciting than her toothbrush?"

Yelena visibly stiffened, turning around slowly to face you once again. "It was you who did this?"

"I mean, I had help from Tony's device, but... yes?" You shrank a bit under her fiery gaze. She turned her head back toward Tony.

"How does it turn off?"

"There's a button. Your friend, here, is the only one who can turn it off."

Yelena's gaze returned to yours. Suddenly, as though a switch had flipped, the fire in her eyes subsided. She began to laugh heartily, which you cautiously joined in on after a moment.

"Oh-ho... that was a good one! Very funny!" Her laughter decreased in volume, still with a bright grin on her face as she looked at you. "You got me good! Now, push your little button and turn this off for me, would you? I've got things I have to do today that do not involve carrying around my toothbrush."

You were almost disappointed by this sudden change in demeanor. Obviously you didn't want her to be furious with you, but you had hoped this would be adequate payback for all the teasing. Maybe you'd have to find something more annoying to prank her with?

"Oh, alright..." You slipped the remote out of your pocket, aiming it at Yelena's fist and pressing the button. Her fingers uncurled from the handle of the toothbrush, and she visibly sighed with relief as she placed the toothbrush down on the counter beside her.

"You know, that was very clever!" she praised with a chuckle. "Now - do you want to help me make breakfast? I am really very hungry now, you've delayed my breakfast-eating by, like, twenty whole minutes."

"Yeah, I guess I owe you that." You slid from the stool you were perched on at the kitchen island, making your way to the fridge to pull out some ingredients.

You barely had time to mentally register the whooping, battle-like cry from the blonde assassin before you were tackled face-down to the floor.

"You think you can just get away with playing tricks on me without any consequences?" she growled, wrestling with you as you fought to buck her off.

"Consequences?? I - mmph - I was getting my - ugh - revenge!" You twisted and flung your arms blindly behind yourself to try to connect with your attacker. She grasped hold of your wrists and slammed them down against your lower back, pinning them.

"Revenge?? What for?!"

"For making fun of me! And Natasha!" You kicked helplessly, unable to reach Yelena where she was perched on your hips. "Tony! Get this crazy Russian off of me!" You glanced up at the doorway where Tony had previously stood, finding it to be empty. "Damn him! Coward!"

"I will deal with him later." Yelena leaned forward a bit to see your face, your cheek pressed to the kitchen tile as you turned your head as much as possible in your current position to glare at her. "Is that why you tricked me?! Because you were mad that I was teasing you?"

"I wasn't mad! But I can't just let you walk all over me without consequences, as you say! Nat told me you hated when people play tricks on you." You snickered. "I guess she was right, huh?"

Yelena scowled. "Oh, you want to be just like Natasha now, do you?"

"I'm sure everyone around here would appreciate me looking to her as a role model over the crazy sister."

"Hey! I'm proud to be the crazy sister! What fun is it to be all boring like Natasha?!"

"She's not boring, she's disciplined!"

Yelena groaned in annoyance, rolling her eyes. You knew it was getting under her skin to hear you saying you preferred Natasha's mentorship, even though both of you knew you appreciated the two sisters equally. A smirk spread across your face as you gazed up at her sullen expression.

Then, slowly, a smirk grew on her face to match yours.

"You really want to be just like Natasha, do you?"

"Yep."

She shrugged. "Alright. Cool. But you know what I used to do to Natasha when we were children and she got on my nerves, don't you?"

You chuckled. "You sat on her and pressed her face into the kitchen tile?"

"Sometimes. And sometimes I tortured her."

"Tortured?" Your brow furrowed as you glared back at Yelena warily. "She never mentioned that part of your childhood. I feel like she'd have told me something like that."

"Oh, but Natasha doesn't like people to know."

"Then I'll tell her you told me."

Yelena laughed. "No, I don't think you will want to."

"Why-"

Your question was cut short as you suddenly felt five fingers digging into your side. A laugh bubbled up in your throat, but you managed to suppress it before it burst from your mouth.

"Ah, I see you are just as ticklish as Natasha, hmm? And just as stubborn also," she teased, punctuating the word stubborn with a prod to your ribs.

"A-am not!"

"Not stubborn? Or not ticklish? Because I think you've proven both to be a lie with only two words."

You clamped your mouth shut as her fingers kneaded between your ribs, gradually making their way higher up your side. No way were you going to gratify her with a reaction to this silly game. You were determined to have the last laugh here. Figuratively, that is.

"You m-might as well just give up," you muttered through gritted teeth, focusing your energy on holding still as her fingertips probed into the crevices of your upper ribs. It wouldn't be long before she reached the hypersensitive spot under your arm, and you were hopeful you could throw her off before that.

"Oh, come on. You know you want to laugh," she sang, scratching faster at your ribcage. "It's right there at the tip of your tongue. Just let it out." You couldn't help but jolt as her fingers dragged across your highest rib, arm instinctively shifting to clamp down against your side as much as possible with your hands still pinned to your back. "I'm going to get you to laugh... last chance before I go for the kill."

"Don't you da-HAHARE YEHELENA!" Her fingers slipped up under your arm suddenly without further warning, wriggling into the soft space. The bright laughter burst out of you involuntarily at the exceedingly ticklish sensation. The Russian laughed heartily, evilly at your reaction.

"Ah-ha! I knew I would get you! I think you are actually more ticklish than Natasha, you know."

"SHUHUT UP!"

"Wow. Rude. Maybe I need to try harder." With a shift of her weight, she suddenly slammed her knee down against your wrists to pin them in place against your back, freeing her other hand to slide under your other arm. You screeched in protest, twisting and tugging at your trapped arms in a fruitless effort to free yourself from your assailant's grasp. "I am not going to let you go until you ask nicely!" she hummed in a sing-song tone.

"SCREHEW YOU!" you retorted, unable to say much more through your laughter.

"That didn't sound very nice to me." She began to pinch randomly at your sides and ribs, shoving one hand underneath you to scribble at the side of your belly. You were beyond the ability to suppress your reactions at this point, feet pounding against the floor in protest as bubbly laughter poured from your lips. Her fingers slipped back under your arms once again, and you couldn't take it any longer.

"OKAY, OKAHAY! PLEHEASE!!"

After another moment of torment, she finally let up, releasing the pressure of her knee on your wrists and removing her weight from your back. You rolled over and curled your knees up to your chest, grasping your aching abdominal muscles as the last few giggles spluttered out.

"That was fun. I will have to do that again sometime," Yelena declared with a grin.

"Noho! Why don't you pick on Natasha instead next time?" you coughed in protest.

"Oh, don't worry, I will still torture her also." She grunted as she rose to her feet, holding out a hand to help you up. "Now, for real, I'm hungry. We have a lot of training to do to get those ridiculous Natasha poses out of your fighting moves, and you'll need a big breakfast before that."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you accepted her hand and allowed her to lift you to your feet. "Maybe I like Natasha's poses."

"You want to go round two then?" she warned, whipping around to face you with a smirk. Immediately, you shook your head wildly, holding your hands out protectively.

"Noho, no more today! You're damn ruthless. I'll be too tired to train."

She nodded her head slowly. "Yes... yes I guess you're right. Another time."

You rolled your eyes as you began to help Yelena to prepare breakfast, grinning while she had her back turned. She may drive you crazy, but to have her and Natasha as your mentors was more than you could ever have hoped. You were confident that you'd be a lethally skilled fighter once you'd learned everything you could from the pair of them.

And if that meant you had to tolerate a little teasing and friendly banter here and there, then you supposed it was well worth it.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #Yelena tickle #Yelena x reader #sfw tickle fluff

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violetjedisylveon · 1 year

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Fight Or Flight

Summary: Omega explores Mantell City with Echo and discovers a harsh reality of the galaxy.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Blood, attacks, fighting, degrading remarks, discrimination, self hate, mental breakdown, lack of self care. Swearing.

A/N: Cid is a lot nicer in this au, she's more like a critical, shrewd but still caring aunt than what she is in the show. Let me have my nice aunt/grandma Cid headcanon.

Bad Batch Loth-Werewolf AU link here.

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Omega ran down one of the streets of Mantell City, her brothers had let her go exploring with Echo. Their last mission to Corellia was still fresh in her mind, it had been exciting but a little scary. She took a sharp turn down a smaller path.

"Omega slow down!" Echo called out.

"Okay!" Omega skidded to a stop and waited for Echo to catch up.

"You're excited today." He said, ruffling her hair.

"Yeah! We get to explore today!" Omega cheered happily.

Echo chuckled and patted her head again. "Just be careful, we never know who we'll run into." He warned.

She nodded obediently and grabbed his hand so he could keep up with her.

They walked, and ran, around Mantell City for hours, the sun was low in the sky and made long, silly looking shadows. Omega stomped around, watching her shadow make silly shapes, she giggled and looked around.

They were in an area she'd never seen before. It was pretty clean compared to the rest of the city. And it smelled strongly of humans. Weird, usually there's a bunch of different smells. She didn't pay much mind to that thought and kept going happily on her way.

Echo however, was a bit more skeptical of the area. It didn't look as seedy and shady as the rest of the city did, but he could only smell humans, that usually didn't mean anything good. His experiences had taught him just how speciesist humans could be, especially in places where they'd feel 'threatened' by the abundance of non-humans. They weren't in any real danger, most authorities, who were coincidentally human, sided with humans, or just didn't care and the aliens didn't want to deal with the human shit.

He had an unwanted feeling of being watched. The feeling of being hunted wasn't one any Loth appreciated.

"Omega, stick closer to me." He called out.

The young clone stopped and turned back to him with a confused look.

"Why? Is something wrong?" She asked.

Omega suddenly felt like someone was watching her, sneaking up on her. Somewhere deep down, her mind screamed that she was being hunted. She shivered and moved towards her brother.

A shadow fell over her.

Someone laughed.

The sound was cold and unsettling.

"Look at this. A clone and a half clone kid." A cold voice said from behind her.

She could feel the fur coming in on her back sticking up from fear. She looked to Echo, unsure of whether to go towards him or stay put. He was reaching towards his blaster, Omega hoped he wouldn't use it.

"We're just passing through, let us head on our way and nobody has to get hurt." Echo said as calmly as he could manage.

Omega saw his gaze flick between her and something else. She froze at the click of a blaster.

They're gonna kill me! Her head screamed, all the noise ramped up as her mind frantically scrambled to find a way out of this.

"You are in our land, this place is off limits to any clones, even half clones." The person behind her paused, "Especially wolf clones." They hissed.

Omega got even more scared if that was even possible. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around herself, squeezing them.

"Leave the kid alone, she's not a clone, your problem is with me." Echo said.

Omega whimpered when she was shoved forwards. She looked to Echo for help, he gave her a small nod and took his hand away from his blaster.

"You think we'll listen to a pathetic droid clone like you? You're a stupid lab scrapper." They scoffed.

Lab Scrapper. The words froze in her mind. She didn't like them. They were bad words. A growl rose in her throat. Echo shook his head.

"Ha! Kid's like the clone, no wonder the mutt is hanging around you." She was shoved to the ground.

She rolled back and away from the group of humans, they all had blasters out. Echo let out a sigh and glanced at her regretfully.

"Sorry about this kid." She would ask what he meant but he answered the question before it left her mouth.

He changed and now stood at his full, nearly eleven foot height, towering over the humans. He let out a low, threatening growl. Omega knew it was a warning, Echo didn't really want to fight but he would if he had too.

The humans hardly waited after he growled to start firing. Echo swatted their blasters down with his tail, his thick skin and fur soaking up most of the damage. Most blasters weren't much against Loths, that was one of the reasons the Kaminoans had tolerated their existence.

Omega turned away and covered her eyes, she didn't want to see Echo do what Crosshair did. She couldn't imagine him doing that, he wasn't like Crosshair, he was kind and understanding and never mean to her. She didn't want to think of any of her brothers doing anything like that again.

Her head shot up as she heard Echo curse. Her blood froze yet again. There was something sticking out of Echo's side, it was wedged behind his shoulder and dug in deep. There was blood dripping down his dark fur.

They hurt him.

They hurt him?

They hurt him!

They hurt my brother!

Shock cascaded into rage.

There wasn't a voice telling her to stop this time.

She stood up, the ground was rough against her padded paws. She snarled and snapped at the nearest human. Warm liquid filled her mouth, it spilled out as she let go, dripping down her jaw.

She growled and snarled, her ears flat against her head and her fur fluffed out. She tasted blood in her mouth. It coated her chest, warm and salty and sticky.

Rage was fueling her.

They had dared to insult her brother and had the audacity to hurt him after!

She dimly heard Echo calling out for her to stop, she didn't listen. She stalked towards the humans who'd hurt her brother just because he was a clone and Loth.

That isn't right! He's a person!

She saw only red.

"Omega! Stop!"

Omega growled and lashed out at whoever was pulling her back. She felt a large paw holding her down.

"Omega, calm down. It's done, it's over. You won." Slowly, she came back to her senses.

She blinked and wiped at the sticky blood in her eyes that made it hard to see. She felt a rough, wet tongue lick the blood off for her.

She opened her eyes and instantly wished she'd kept them shut.

She stopped breathing. She swore her heart stopped too. Echo nudged her with his muzzle.

"Omega, I know it looks bad but-" He broke off as she pulled away from him.

She was wolf! Everything she'd ever been told not to do she had just done!

Echo is here! He saw!

Panic and shame and fear tumbled around in a gigantic mess of emotions and adrenaline. She made herself smaller, tucked her tail between her legs and stared in horror at her brother.

He was still wolf too, and the weapon, a knife, was still lodged in his side.

"Omega-" He started.

Her fear took over and she bolted, hardly hearing Echo calling after her. She blindly followed her nose back to Cid's, forcing herself into as complete of a change back as she could.

It hurt more than it ever had before but even the pain was dulled by an intense need for a small, safe space she could hide in.

She darted into Cid's and didn't stop, not even when her brothers were shouting in alarm and worry at her sudden arrival without Echo. At the blood on her.

She could feel it drying on her skin, hair and fur.

Without any thought, she bolted for Cid's office and hid in the darkness under the Trandoshan's desk.

She pressed herself into a corner and fought back the urge to shift. Her body was screaming, screeching at her. She dug her claws into her arms as she squeezed them, focusing on that pain instead of her body's screams.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't go back to being human, she couldn't make her body be normal again. She was stuck in her half shifted form.

Her mind was racing so fast and replaying every instant of her fight, over and over. Echo's frightened, worried face, blood on her paws, blood on the streets, blood on bodies. Just so much blood.

She cried and screamed and thrashed about, clawing at her body and clothes.

The door opened, she caught Hunter's scent.

He couldn't see this. Echo had and that was terrible already!

"Kid? Are you-"

She hardly gave him a chance to speak before she shouted and screeched and barked at him to leave.

"Go away! Go away! Go away! Get out! Get out! Get out now! Osik! Get the fuck out!" She screeched from her hiding place.

It wasn't often that she cursed, and she hadn't known many common ones until meeting her brothers again. She'd overheard those in an argument between Echo and Crosshair.

She panted heavily, holding her ears against her head as she waited for Hunter's reaction. There was a long stretch of silence.

And Hunter left.

He was going to be so mad! She was going to be in so much trouble!

Omega trembled and broke down into tears and screaming.

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Omega curled further into herself as the door to Cid's office opened. It wasn't one of her brothers though, it was Cid.

She whimpered and cried again. Cid would be so mad at her for coming into her office like this and ruining it. She wasn't supposed to go in, but it had been the only hiding spot she could think of, and she didn't want to leave it now.

A bowl of warm, fragrant water was set down near her, Cid grunted and sat down heavily. Omega caught a glimpse of something pale in Cid's clawed hands.

"Need help cleaning, Tiny?" Cid spoke to her in a much softer voice than she had ever heard from the Trandoshan.

Her ears perked in surprise, Cid was sitting calmly and patiently waiting for her to respond with a towel and fur brush in her hands. The look on her face was almost worried, but it was definitely sympathetic.

She gave a small nod and scooted forwards slightly, leaning her head towards Cid. The Trandoshan had a surprisingly soft touch as she took the damp towel to her blood stained face, gently scrubbing the dried blood away with the warm water.

Omega tried not to pay attention to how much dried blood was coming off.

Cid muttered and took the brush to her ears, yanking out clumps of dead, matted blood stuck fur. It didn't hurt much until Cid got to one of her painful ear spots.With a whimper Omega held her hands over her ears to keep Cid from touching it.

"It looks like you've got a hot spot, Tiny." Cid said.

"Whats that?" Omega asked quietly.

"Moisture collects under your matted fur and lets bacteria grow and it makes a painful sore, they can get infected, good thing I'm cleaning it now." Cid told her.

The Trandoshan used a soft fluffy ball with some medicine on it and wiped at the painful spot, it stung, but Omega didn't protest.

She didn't say anything as Cid kept cleaning her ears, didn't even make a peep when Cid dipped a warmly wet towel into her ear to clean the blood there.

"This stuff is a pain, it'll get in your ears and cause an infection if you don't clean it fast enough." Cid said.

The Trandoshan was fine with her silence. She kept talking anyway, to distract the kid's active mind from inevitably going to those dark places.

Cid finished washing the dried blood out of her ears and grabbed a fur brush to dislodge anything stuck in her matted clumps. She whimpered a little but didn't do anything to stop her. It didn't feel great but it also didn't feel terrible.

"I'm done for now but you need to take better care of your ears kid, they'll get pelted." Cid told her.

Omega turned to the Trandoshan, her eyes felt puffy, she knew they must've looked swollen. She saw understanding and sympathy on Cid's face. Cid wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

She felt the woman's large claws trace circles gently on her back. She curled into the Trandoshan and cried.

She cried about how awful she felt, how hard it was to sleep, how tired she felt all the time. She cried about the mess she'd made. She cried about how much of a mistake she felt like. She rambled and cried about everything that had gone wrong with her and how sorry she was for intruding on Cid's space.

She just cried for what seemed like hours.

"It's alright Tiny, there's nothing wrong with you." Cid told her in an attempt to comfort her.

"Yes there is! There's a lot of things wrong with me!" Omega cried.

"Just because your head works differently than most humans doesn't mean something is wrong with you." Cid said.

"What? Of course it means something is wrong!" Omega fought back, not questioning just how Cid knew about her closely kept secret.

"If it was wrong then why do natborns come out with a mind like yours, and your brother's? It's not all that rare given how many humans there are, other species have similar conditions. It's something that just happens, having it doesn't make you wrong, because you're not wrong." Cid's conviction was stronger than Omega had expected.

It made her further doubt what she'd been told by the Kaminoans. Nala Se had never told her she was wrong but some of the other Kaminoans said it right in front of her, others when they thought she wasn't listening, Lama Su had done both. Is my brain like being Loth? Is it really just something that happens? Why didn't Nala tell me?

"r-really?" She asked softly.

"Yep." Cid affirmed with a nod.

The kid didn't look like she believed her.

"You know, I've got a friend who's a lot like you." The way the kid's bloodshot eyes lit up made Cid feel a little something that was reserved for very specific people. Sympathy.

Sorry Blue, you'll understand why I talked when you see her.

"Do you want to know about her?" Cid asked.

"Yes! Er, that would be very nice." The kid's tail wagged around wildly.

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Cid closed the door to her office, Tiny had fallen asleep on the floor and Cid hadn't wanted to wake her up by moving her so she had just tossed a blanket over her and given her a pillow.

She sighed and turned to face the five overprotective clones.

"Before you start going off, Tiny isn't physically hurt, she just fell asleep and shit, she needs it so for fuck's sake, be quiet." She snapped in a low voice.

The five clones all looked between each other, confused and unsure of what they were supposed to be doing with a child in the situation of Tiny. Cid sighed in annoyance and face palmed.

These idiots don't know anything! Who let them have a kid?

"You boys don't know anything about kids, do you?" She guessed.

"We're soilders." Moody stated.

"Wasn't Cut a soldier too?" Cid prompted.

"How-"

"Kid talks." She cut Goggles off.

"How much more do you know? You don't have kids." Moody put in.

"I had friends with kids, I know a lot more than you think." Cid snapped at him.

"Now, Tiny doesn't want to be bothered by any of you once she wakes up and I have a job for you, this one will pay well." Cid told them.

"You want us to leave her here after what happened today?!" Scomp asked in shock.

"Yes, she needs time to herself and she doesn't need to talk about it. She'll be fine. I promise." Cid told them.

They didn't look sold, she'd need to do more pushing. Maker knew that kid needed time alone to self-reflect.

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Omega is traumatizeder now!😃

One of my favorite things to do is take a character and traumatize the fuck out of them, I'm not done with Omega just yet😈

Yes, I'm a little evil sometimes.

It's really stupid fun to do.

I'm scared for the next episode, how about you guys?

It's going to be either a gut punch or more waiting to make us all go insane! So lot's of fun!

Alright, I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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gyubby99 · 1 year

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GURL PLS IM BEGGING FOR A NEW PART OF THE HISAAC FIC. I NEED IT OR I WILL LITERALLY COMBUST

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"Excuse me, what?" Loreley spat out her drink as her hair flamed orange. "Fucking Alistar? Here?" She asked her wife once again. This has got to be the worst news she'd ever heard in a lifetime. She was expecting for her day to go on along just fine, not until her wife bombarded her, stating his name in the same sentence.

"Yes. He is here." Mia replied.

"Why?" Alruna asks, stepping out of her tent with swords in hand.

"I don't know. But whatever his intentions might be, it most certainly is not good." Mia stated, crossing her arms. As much as she also hated Alistar, she trusted her sister's motives in accepting his visit. After all, Ella still seemed to have a void inside of her that he left.

Maybe she wanted closure. No matter how much they hated each other now, the three of them were inseparable siblings back then. But then he suddenly turned his back on them and none never knew why.

Maybe Ella wanted the answer.

"But Ella wouldn't accept him just like that unless she has a reason." Mia spoke after a brief period of silence.

Loreley scoffed at her wife. "What reason? Alistar killed Elias!" She reasoned, her fire hair swaying along the movements of her head. "Unless she wants to decapitate him then that's completely fine with me. He can rot in jail along with Caspian."

Mia put her hand on her wife's shoulder. "We don't exactly know the reason yet, but I know Ella like the back of my hand. She may have history with him but that doesn't mean she easily gets taken advantage of. I expect you to put your trust in her, hon."

"Well, she better be right about her decision." Loreley stated before sipping on mead, but it spilled on her dress with a gold lace trim. She cursed under her breath. Not very prim and proper now, isn't she?

Whatever. That can't stop her.

Mia sighed. "Don't lose your head, love."

Loreley chuckled, before getting up. "I wanna go hunting."

Mia raised her eyebrow. "Now?"

Alruna shook her head. "You know how she is." She told Mia, then turned to Loreley. "Want me to come with you?"

Grabbing her weapons, Loreley smiled. "That would be nice."

"Sweet. Do you even know how much I wanna use this baby right now?" Alruna exclaimed, flexing the dagger she got from her pocket.

If she was to be turned on by something, it would be weapons.

"You can't keep calling them your children, Al." Mia commented, stiffling a laugh.

"Whatever. This is my baby." Alruna played with the dagger, like it was some harmless children's toy.

Loreley shook her head at Alruna's silliness. "I'll be back, hon." She told Mia.

Mia pulled her wife in for a kiss, before pulling away to look into her eyes. Her hand found its way caressing Loreley's face. "Take care, mon cher~"

Loreley swooned. "Cara mia.."

Alruna felt like she was about to puke, but deep inside was very happy for them.

"Knock it off, lovebirds!" Alruna scolded, rolling her eyes before putting the dagger in her pocket.

Loreley sighed, pecking her wife's lips one more time before leaving.

And just then, Eve stepped out of her tent. "Who wants some jumbalaya?"

~~~~~

Hope wandered along with Isaac down the hallway.

It's been minutes since she saw queen Clarissa's portrait, and she can't get her mind off of how significant it was for some reason. She swore she saw something similar to that in her father's childhood room. Remembering the time she swore never to return there again.

Hope thought that she must have been his mother, as he had told her that when his mother died, his father took down all of her portraits, trying to make him forget her. And that Alistar had only a mere pictue of her in his drawer.

Grandfather probably did it to ease his grief. Hope thought to herself that day.

Hope then remembered the night she went there...

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"I told you to stay away from there!" Alistar shouted at his daughter angrily. All she wanted to do was go to her father's old bedroom only to find some photo of a woman almost torn apart and wrinkled.

All she could do was stare. Stare into her father's eyes with fear. The way his words sounded to her were new, as she'd never seen him this furious before.

"You've disappointe me, Hope."

Those words came over her like a stab in the gut. All her life, her efforts of trying to please her father felt like they were gone and she'd been ripped apart. She has disappointed her father.

Nothing felt more terrible than that.

"Don't disappoint me again, understood?" Alistar stated, sternly.

"Yes, Papa."

Alistar sighed, and leaned down to his daughter. "I didn't mean to upset you." He held her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "Just.. do what papa says, okay? Be a good girl for me?"

"Okay." Hope replied, her voice merely a whisper.

Alistar smiled before kissing her forehead.

~~~~~

Queen Clarissa wasn't his mother, ofcourse. But she was a ten year old child who didn't know the truth. He looked nothing like the woman in the painting, and if they were related by blood, wh was he betrothed to queen Ella?

Her younger self never made any sense.

Bright side, she doesn't have to be related to Isaac in some ways.

Hope sighed, before walking into some attic-like room where Isaac himself also stopped.

"What's in there?" Hope asked curiously.

Isaac shrugged. "Some old stuff from my mom."

"Old stuff?" Hope repeated.

Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yes. Old stuff. I thought you were smart enough to hear me once."

That just made Hope feel a lot better. Isaac was taunting her instead of staying in an uncomfortable silence.

It didn't mean anything to her other than the mere thought of being bored of him sulking behind her, and she craved entertainment.

She was never a fan of silence.

That was it.

"I understood you the first time. That was obviously a trick." Hope smirked, as Isaac tilted his head in confusion.

"Trick?" Isaac repeated.

"A trick to make you talk." She replied.

Isaac chuckled, running his fingers through his hair giving Hope a full view of his forehead.

Hope sucked in a breath as her stomach turned. She clearly was irritated by his cockiness. How his hair would flow freely with the movements of his head, how he always gave that smile whenever she gives him a full view of her anger, how his gaze soften around her just to show her that her misery entertained him.

She even hated the fact that she noticed those things.

She hated him.

"I thought you wanted me to shut up?" Isaac teased.

"You know what? I change my mind. You're better off on mute." Hope crossed her arms as she stepped into the room.

"I never said you could go in." Isaac stated.

"Aren't you supposed to be showing me around instead of being too bossy? Just because this place makes me throw up doesn't mean I don't want a good look." Hope sassed, sitting on the old bed.

"Says the one who's wearing pink." Isaac replied.

Hope scoffed, offended. "Excuse you, this dress is flawless!"

Isaac shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe the problem's on you. You're giving pink a bad name."

Isaac hated the way she wore pink. It haunted him that whenever he sees something in a shade of the color, his mind would fly back to one person.

She gave pink a bad name, and he hated the fact that no matter how hard he tried, it was Hope he thought of.

"No, I don't think so!" Hope hummed happily.

Isaac scoffed. "Whatever. Don't try anything funny."

Hope ignored him as she grabbed onto a turtle plush.

~~~~~

Rosalyn swallowed.

It had been minutes since the "talk" they had and she still couldn't ger her mind off of Ella, and that one thing she told her about gardening.

There was no way they were about actual roses.

But then again, Alistar came first before anything, even herself. She wanted to show him that no matter how much he can build her up, and tear her down, he'd find that she was unbreakable. No matter how "pathetic of an orphan" she was, she was going to stand the test.

Her heart of stone stood firm.

"Would you like anything, Rosalyn?" Ella asked, with Elias sitting beside her.

Rosalyn shook her head. "None, your majesty. Though I appreciate your kind offer."

Ella nodded.

Rosalyn held her husband's hand, a small smile on her face. Her soft gaze laid at his anxious ones, but never once did he look at her for the rest of the conversation that went on.

"Amor, are you sure you don't want to take off your coat?" She wiped his forehead with the back of her hand like a mother. "You seem to be overheating."

Alistar let out a breath he never knew he was holding, and looked at his wife. "I'm alright, love."

Rosalyn smiled before leaning back to her seat, still holding his hand.

"I hope you don't get too proud of yourself, Alistar. I only accepted your visit because I pity you. I could almost picture you asking for scrapes in the road just to run your kingdom.. I heard that no country wanted to make alliances with you, and certainly not mine." Ella stated, before taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

"Oh, please do tell me something I don't already know." Alistar rolled his eyes.

"I'd rather you entertain me, my friend. Tell me, how does it feel like to disappoint your family bloodline's legacy because of your idiocy." Ella mocked, earning a dirty stare from both Rosalyn and Alistar.

She doesn't have the right to speak to my husband like that! She doesn't know what he's been through! Rosalyn thought, keeping silent.

"Well, how's your kingdom going with two queens who could start a war with just their hormones alone?" Alistar spat back rather weakly.

Ella laughed, genuinely. "Haven't you started a war because of a mere proposal rejection? My, my.. you make me laugh."

"You betrayed me." Alistar stated through gritted teeth.

"You ruined me." Ella retorted, the once calm facade of her eyes turned into fire. "You made me hate myself."

Alistar stopped talking, and his mask faltered for a split second.

"You said we cannot be married because I was too big."

Rosalyn's gaze softened, seeing the hatred and bitterness in her voice surprised her.

"You dare tell me that I've betrayed you when your voice, your face, those words.. they all ahunted me in the middle of the night even before we saw each other again." Her voice shook with hostility and beside her, Elias squeezed her hand from underneath the table.

"You're acting as if you're the victim because you've lost the war, but before that were battles. Constant battles of myself against you. You've just simply made your bed, Alistar. You just have to lay in it and rot." Ella finished, glaring daggers at Alistar hoping thag every single one of them pierced him with great force.

And she did.

Alistar could do nothing but sit in his chair, suddenly he felt like he sat on one with nails in it. How he desperately wanted to walk away, but the situation glued him to do nothing.

He couldn't look away either.

And beside him, he felt Rosalyn let go of his hand.

And on her heart of stone she felt something crack.

#the prophecy of immortal fire #crying screaming

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Summary: Childhood friends have a habit of drifting apart. Usually, it's a natural thing. Usually, there's a slow detachment. Adrian never wanted to detach from his best friend. But he thought he had to.

Tags: Angst and Hurt, Comfort, Family Drama. Grief/Mourning, Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff and Smut

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Chapter 1: For Now

Throughout her time at college, they kept in touch. Calling each other every day, writing each other facebook messages whenever possible, and texting each other when they got bored and needed some entertainment. They texted each other all the time. So much that Y/N's father actually told her off about her phone bill. She ignored him, however, and kept sending Adrian memes everyday because that was his favourite thing to do.

Whenever she came home for break, they would always meet at the end of the driveway, where they would hug each other and exchange silly stories about their time apart.

"Oh, hi Gut. Chris," she greeted as the two boys got into Gut's Sebring. The pair nodded at her, but no recognition passed across their faces.

"Oh shit! Is that Y/N?"

"Yeah, Chris."

"Holy shit! You have tits now! And they're great!"

Gut also gave her a look up and down, warning his buddy, "Hey, don't say that too loud. Adrian might go all psycho on you like he did to Frankie Oswald."

Chris scoffed, "As soon as thimble even steps towards me, I'll put my fist through his head."

Adrian didn't seem affected by that threat and insult as usual, but Y/N was. She shot a glare at Chris. "Come on, Ade," she cooed as she pulled him inside her house, closing the front door behind him. "Don't let him get to your head."

"Nothing is getting in this noggin."

"You said it, not me."

"Hey!"

In her third year, Adrian booked time off work to come and visit her in her third year. He hadn't told her. It was a surprise. A really nice surprise that he knew would make her happy. She'd sounded really stressed over the phone and he needed to cheer her up, that and he was really missing her lately.

Recently, he'd been trying to hang out with Gut and Chris more but they'd been more guarded than usual. Then there was this awesome new superhero named Peacemaker running around and Adrian desperately tried to interact with him too, but never seemed to get a chance to say anything more than "Hi" or "I like your helmet" before Peacemaker took off. He was feeling more lonely than ever.

But the surprise never happened. As he was checking all the stuff he'd packed into Gut's car (which he had actually asked to borrow, instead of just taking it like he usually did) for the trip in the parking lot of Fennel Fields, he got a call that would change everything.

"It can't be this bad," Adrian whispered to himself as he anxiously picked at the skin of his fingers. He had got a call from the police and was currently waiting for them to tell him what the hell was going on. Where was Gut? Why did he get called and not his parents? Where were his parents?

Yeah, it was that bad. All of his family gone in one day. And he was in shock, numb. Completely lost. All he knew was that something horrible had happened and most of the people who had raised him had disappeared in a matter of moments, leaving him behind. Alone.

As he made it home, he noticed lights on at Y/N's house and just had to try it. He had seen his front door and was unable to go anywhere near it. He knocked on her front door, which felt unusual as he normally just walked in or climbed in through her window.

Her family was the only ones he had left.

"Is Y/N back from college yet?" He asked her mother as she opened the door. "I really need someone to talk to."

Instantly, he was ushered inside, where he sat on his usual spot on her couch as Y/N's mother patiently waited for him to tell her what was wrong. When he finally spoke again, his voice lacked any discernible emotion or tone that her mom could hardly recognise him.

"They're gone," he stated, staring down at his hands. "All my family. Mom and Dad were in the front seats. Gut in the back. And bang......gone."

His words hung in the air for a moment, as the reality of his situation settled in. Y/N's mom looked at him. She couldn't speak. There was nothing to say. Nothing anybody could say. How was she supposed to comfort him? She couldn't do it physically since he didn't like being touched. And, she had no idea what to say.

What do you say to a young boy whose entire family was just brutally murdered?

For the life of her, Y/N's mother racked her brain for something to say or do. But the only sound that could be heard in her living room was the ticking of her clock, punctuated every so often with another tick.

Tick...tick...tick…. Tick…..tick….. Tick…tick…..tick…..tick…….

And then, he said something that broke her heart even more. Finally making eye contact, he admitted, "I tried walking through the front door, but I couldn't do it." Tears welled up in her eyes at how confused he seemed as he asked, "Why couldn't I do it?"

"Oh, honey..." she whispered, wiping the few tears that escaped her eyes and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. He didn't fight her. Didn't cry. Didn't protest at all. He just hugged her back. Hugged her back like he would hug Y/N or his mother, but they weren't there and he had nowhere else to go.

"Can I stay here tonight?" He finally asked after a long while had passed. "Please?"

Hell, she couldn't refuse him. Even if she wanted to, which she didn't, she couldn't and shouldn't refuse him. His home was cold and empty and he needed somewhere with people to look after him, so she said yes without question.

"Y/N won't mind if you use her bed."

"I've slept in it enough times," he joked, his voice monotone and lifeless, completely devoid of feeling.

Almost like a zombie, he slowly plodded up to Y/N's room, where he lay down and stared at the ceiling in complete silence, clutching one of her childhood teddy bears to his chest as his tears flowed from his eyes.

Y/N made sure to get the earliest plane she could. It was expensive, but Adrian needed her, so she didn't hesitate to pay for it. After getting home early in the morning, she immediately chucked her stuff down and rushed to her room to find him curled up in her bed, hugging her bear. He was fast asleep.

Without even thinking twice, Y/N carefully slipped under the covers next to him, careful not to wake him, and closed her arms around him tightly, resting her cheek against his curly hair. She smiled when Adrian instinctively buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, snuggling closer to her.

For a few hours they both slept soundly, wrapped in each other, sharing the warmth of each other, both feeling safe in the other's arms. When Adrian woke up, he found himself lying half on top of Y/N, his head tucked underneath her chin and he couldn't figure out if she was real or not.

How the hell did she make it home so fast? He must still be dreaming.

So, as a precaution, he ran a finger across her cheekbone. That felt real. He ran his hand along her arm and breathed in the fresh scent of her shampoo. Orange. That was correct. It must have been a very vivid dream that his brain had concocted to help him process things.

She blinked groggily, opened her eyes and yawned sleepily as she glanced down at the sleeping boy in her arms, and gently brushed away a stray strand of his curly locks from his forehead.

"Are you really here?"

He hoped this was real. He needed it to be. She tightened her grip around him and brought him closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. Oh fuck, this was real. She had dropped everything and made it to him as fast as she could. He sighed in relief.

The tears came back faster this time and started streaming down his cheeks as the sobs racked their way through his throat. She kissed his head again, softly caressing his cheek before wrapping her other arm around him and holding him close, rocking him slightly.

"I've got you," she whispered softly into his ear, her lips grazing his skin. He whimpered quietly as he pressed himself even closer to her body, hiding his head in her neck once again and squeezing her tighter. "I'm not going anytime soon, so let it all out."

With that, her tears also fell and she held onto him, rocking him gently as he cried and cried until his whole body shook uncontrollably from his grief and exhaustion, clinging tightly to her like she was his lifeline.

Honestly, he wasn't sure how much later or for how long he continued to cry. Time seemed to stop for a while. Every part of him ached. Every tear and snot covered nose was disgusting and he hated it. Her shirt was now soaked with his face liquid, but thankfully she hadn't complained about it. She just softly cooed, "It's still quite early, why don't we go back to sleep, huh?"

"But I have work."

"Ade, no. Not today. They'll understand."

Not in the mood to argue, Adrian gave a weak nod of agreement and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sleep and forget about things for a few more hours.

Adrian kept his hand clutched in Y/N's for the next couple of days as he had to deal with all of the funeral shit. She could tell when it was all becoming too much for him and would brush her thumb against the back of his hand in an attempt to calm him down. It was a long and tiring wait, and they were both worn out by the time the funeral was set to take place.

"How the hell do you tie a tie?" Adrian huffed as he got sick of attempting to do it himself after he managed to tie a simple knot.

"Let me have a go at it," Y/N offered, taking the material and doing it correctly for him. She took some time making sure he looked presentable, brushing his hair out of his face for what might have been the hundredth time in an hour.

She pulled him towards the mirror and studied how they looked together. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and gave him a peck on the cheek. "For what it's worth, I think you look good in a suit," she complimented before she stepped aside and admired herself in the full length mirror opposite. "Do you think my dress is too short? I don't want to look like a whore."

"It's a funeral, Y/N, not a runway."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. You look pretty and it's not as if my mother will be able to call you a slut anyway," he remarked as he turned around to face her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to him. They stayed silent for a while, enjoying the closeness, before he spoke up once more. "We better go."

They left, walked side by side as they made their way inside, hands interlocked. As soon as they entered the reception area, the first thing Adrian noticed was that everyone was looking at them with strange looks on their faces. Pity. They pitied him and it made him uncomfortable. He didn't want anyone pitying him.

If anything, it made a bubbling fury rise up in him. But that didn't last long as Y/N placed her hand softly on his shoulder and gave him a warm smile. Then with that gentle touch, it all went away.

Through the entire ceremony and wake, Adrian never moved from beside Y/N, never letting go of her hand. He remained quiet the entire time, sitting next to her the whole time and refusing to acknowledge anyone or anything else. So, she took all the social interaction for him and handled it all gracefully as the other attendees mingled with them and exchanged pleasantries.

He was quieter than he'd ever been before. It was unsettling how little he said. Almost as if he'd lost any desire to talk and was trying to shut down the conversation completely and pretend it didn't exist. The thought scared her, because she knew he was trying hard to hide how devastated he was.

Weeks went by and he still couldn't step inside his house. He stayed with Y/N every night, cuddled up next to her, watching tv shows in his PJs and reading whatever essay she was trying to write. "You spelt that word wrong," he pointed out, poking his finger at her laptop screen. He was correct. She changed it immediately.

"Good catch," she said, and turned back to her laptop. "What would I do without you?"

"You seem to do fine without me at college."

Okay. That stung a little, but she didn't want a fight. He was fragile right now. She didn't need to push the issue. If she did, then they'd end up fighting over everything and she wouldn't be able to handle it. So instead, placed her laptop on her bedside table and focused only on him, running her fingers soothingly through his curly hair as he stared blankly at nothing in particular.

Well, he was staring at the ceiling. He always stared at her ceiling when he couldn't drift off and, after that first night, it was hard to sleep. Whoever built the houses on the street used the same layout for each. Her room was in the same place in the house as Gut's was. It was the same shape. Same size. Even the pattern on the ceiling was the same. It drove Adrian crazy.

Having noticed his little habit, Y/N gently guided his head onto his shoulder. His gaze finally drifted to meet hers. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly. He returned her smile hesitantly. "Hey," she said softly. "I love you, you know." He nodded slowly, a small frown appearing between his brows as he looked away, pretending as though he didn't hear.

"Adrian, I mean it," she insisted, stroking his hair once more. "Look at me."

Slowly, he lifted his head, and met her eyes again. They were sad and tired, with puffy red rimmed under them from lack of sleep. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that frown away from his face and make him laugh again. She wished he could hear it again and again, until he forgot everything and just laughed.

"I love you."

"I know," he whispered, giving her a faint smile before pulling away from her and laying back on the pillow, turning his back to her. She bit her lip and looked down at her lap guiltily. There it was again. What she felt she couldn't put her finger on. A mixture of disappointment, sadness, and a tiny hint of something else which made her stomach churn in a strange manner.

Still, she held him close and ran her fingers through his hair, keeping him calm and comfortable. They eventually fell asleep, tangled up on the bed together, their heads touching, her legs intertwined with his, her arms around his waist.

It was after that that things started to get bad. The night when it happened, Adrian was sitting on the steps outside her front door, staring at the cobbles below his feet, not wanting to go anywhere. But, no. He had to go inside his house. There were some documents in there that he needed.

"You don't have to do this. I can go in and get it by myself. alone," Y/N tried to persuade him, placing her palm against his back and rubbing in comforting circles. His response was a deep sigh as he leaned his head back against her shoulder before standing up and straightening his posture.

"I can't be a pussy anymore," he muttered quietly, not meeting her gaze as he walked past, leaving a confused and concerned Y/N behind him. He moved to his front door, unlocking it and preparing himself to go inside.

But as he went to turn the handle, he looked back at her in apprehension. She was instantly by his side, her grip tight on his hand in a protective manner. He sighed in defeat since he couldn't just walk in on his own. He opened the door slowly and finally made it inside the place he once called home.

Everything looked exactly like he remembered. From the furniture, to the pictures on the wall, to the artwork on the shelves. Everything was as it should be. Nothing had changed. He felt like a complete and utter fool. He closed the door behind him with a soft click and moved forward, going into the living room where he sat down in one of the armchairs.

Despite it being identical, everything felt so foreign, so cold and unfeeling. He could barely believe he was here again.

All of the house was his, and only his. This was his house, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. If he wanted to turn his mother's craft room into a gym, he could. His father's tool shed could become an arsenal. Gut's car could become his stakeout vehicle. He had it all planned out.

The documents in question were found easily in a drawer, but he continued to make his way around his home. Room by room until they reached his bedroom. It was as he left it, just as he'd expected. The only thing that he could see that was different was a thin layer of dust throughout, but that was an easy fix.

Picking up one of his figurines, he lightly brushed the top of it to remove the dirt that had accumulated. It was one that she had bought him as a joke because they went as Hercules and Megara for Halloween as children. It looked a little funny on his shelf since there was a bunch of cool, badass looking minis from his DnD games, and then a brightly coloured figure of the Disney hero.

Hercules. Big. Strong. Demigod. Well, he couldn't become the child of a god, but he could be a superhero, or just a hero because, shit, as much as he wanted them, he didn't have any superpowers. Yet, Hercules' weakness was Megara.

Y/N was his Megara.

"Hey, when are you going back to Chicago?" He asked, not tearing his gaze away from the lifeless ones of the figurine before him. His voice sounded hoarse and hollow as if it wasn't him speaking at all.

"I don't know. It depends."

"On?"

"You."

No. Adrian didn't want to be the reason why she put her life on hold. This was his problem to deal with, and she shouldn't have to mess up her education because of his issues.

"Maybe you should stay there," He suggested, turning his head to glance at her briefly before returning to his figure. He hated the look she gave him; it made his chest tighten painfully. It hurt to watch the heartbreak reflected in her eyes. "Leave me behind like you always do."

Owch. She shook her head, biting her lip in frustration. He hadn't meant to sound so bitter. Yet, she carefully responded, "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. You're... not yourself these days."

"I'm okay." He hated that he was lying to her. He hated it even more when she saw straight through him. But what choice did he have? For her sake, he needed her to move on from him. He was just dragging her down. "I can manage without you."

Her eyes widened in surprise. How dare he say such a thing after everything they've been through together? She wanted to slap that stupid, fake smile off his face. How dare he think he wasn't worth anything to her. Not after all they've gone through together. She wasn't going to let him push her away now that he needed her.

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should."

Without warning, she leaned against him heavily as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He tensed at first, shocked by the sudden contact, but relaxed soon enough. It was familiar and comforting and the fact that she seemed so eager to be near him, made a warmth grow within him. He placed a hand on her back, squeezing it gently before resting his cheek against her hair.

"Please. I love you, Adrian." She murmured, her voice filled with sadness and desperation.

A sudden surge of anger erupted inside of him, burning his insides with fury. He wanted to scream, punch the wall, kick something, but he didn't do any of those things. He shook her off and calmly placed his figurine back in its proper place.

"Stop saying that." He spoke sharply. She flinched, backing away from him in confusion. He questioned with a scoff. "You don't love me. You just feel bad for me. That's all anyone ever does."

Y/N blinked, taking a step back as shock settled into her features. Was he serious? After all these years, he still believed that what she felt for him was pity? That everyone who cared for him, cared for him because they felt sorry for him?

That wasn't how love worked. He loved her. No matter what. She knew it. And he knew that she knew.

"Don't you love me, Adrian?"

"What difference does it make? We're never gonna be happy, so stop pretending to. Stop wasting your time on someone that won't last." He shrugged indifferently.

It was like he was talking about some random stranger, not about her. It hurt her deeply. As hard as she fought, there was nothing she could do but stand there, listening to his words while feeling betrayed. And, most of all, confused. Why couldn't he see that she loved him?

Why wouldn't he believe her?

They both stood in silence for a moment, neither daring to speak until he almost lunged forward and forcefully kissed her. He pulled her closer, kissing her desperately, as if he were going to die if he stopped. Her hands quickly moved to his chest, gripping onto it tightly as she fought him, trying to break free from his embrace, but he wouldn't relent.

Finally pushing him away, she yelled, "This is not the way to deal with you shit!"

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took a few steps back, watching her with his brows furrowed. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising a challenging eyebrow at her.

"I thought you loved me, Y/N? What? You don't want me to love you back?" He mocked, walking towards her while she remained standing firmly in her spot. "Then, why don't you leave?"

She clenched her jaw, holding her breath as tears gathered in the corner of her eye.

"Will this make you feel better?"

"I don't know. It's worth a try."

Tentatively, she placed her hand against his cheek and leaned in despite everything in her telling her not to. She brushed her lips against his, slowly and deliberately, as if she were testing him. She pulled away, expecting him to pull her back in, yet he didn't, remaining in the same position.

"Is that what you want?" He asked quietly, staring into her eyes as he waited for her answer. She nodded slowly, lowering her gaze to avoid eye contact.

At her admission, he yanked her lips on his again, kissing her harder this time, forcing himself to deepen the kiss. He noticed that despite her arguments, she still let him kiss her. He didn't understand it, but didn't care. He was getting his way, and that was all that mattered. The taste of her was intoxicating as he cupped her face with his large hands and held her tight against him, running his tongue along her bottom lip, forcing her to open her mouth.

With one swift motion, he pushed her backwards, and she landed roughly on the bed, falling back against the pillows, gasping slightly as her body hit the soft mattress. It wasn't a gentle seduction by any means. It was rough and passionate, his hands feeling every part of her as he hovered over her body.

His kisses trailed down her throat and across her shoulders before continuing down her chest, stopping above the neckline of her shirt. His hands slowly made their way up her abdomen, brushing the fabric aside, revealing more skin and flesh that was already covered in goosebumps.

"You don't have to do this," he reminded her. "Please don't do it if you don't want to."

Losing their virginity to each other was the last thing that Adrian had expected when he came into the house. They had both waited for each other. Y/N often got made fun of by her friends at parties as she would turn all the boys down. They would tease, "You're 21? What are you doing? That guy was hot! Are you waiting till marriage or some shit?"

"I want to make you feel good," she explained, letting her thumb move along his cheekbone, tracing the contours of it softly. "Let me help you feel good."

Adrian stared into her eyes and saw the pain and longing reflected in them, making him feel guilty for hurting her.

As soon as he saw the figurine, he had made up his mind. This was a goodbye.

If this was the last time he'd see her, he was going to make it count. There was no use hiding it anymore. There was no point in keeping it a secret anymore.

"I love you too," he admitted in a low whisper. The look of relief on her face instantly erased all traces of disappointment. She smiled, placing her hands on either side of his face as she pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

The second they pulled apart, he continued pressing gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, sucking lightly as he moved downwards to trail light kisses along her collarbone. He had seen this done in movies, and the woman usually liked it. She closed her eyes, smiling to herself, unable to hold back the chuckle that escaped her lips. She placed her fingers on the sides of his neck, tilting her head back slightly as he kept attacking her.

So, she liked it too. That was great. A real win. He had done something correctly.

Guiding his hands under her shirt, she let him take her shirt and bra off, pulling it over her head until she was finally bare to him. He lowered himself down, his lips trailing down from her shoulder to her breast. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, committing every detail to his memory. "You're perfect," he breathed in admiration. He was getting a real kick out of saying all the things that he usually kept inside his head.

Just before he took a nipple into his mouth, he looked up at her questioningly. She nodded her head, signalling that it was okay. He immediately latched onto it hungrily, sucking and nipping at it as she let out moans of pleasure. She arched her back in response, allowing him to suck even harder as he ran his hands down her thighs, pulling them up to wrap loosely around his waist, holding him close to her.

"I've imagined this so many times when I'm jacking off, and you're so much better than anything I could ever come up with."

Her cheeks flushed red, the tip of her nose turning into a rosy colour. She giggled, covering her mouth with a small palm. "You imagined us too?" She asked. She had, but often chastised herself. She thought he would find it weird or gross.

"Too?" He frowned, pausing to stare at her confused expression. "How many times did you think about this?" He asked curiously, his heart racing at the possibilities. Did she fantasise about them together? If so...

"A lot." She said truthfully, biting her lower lip nervously. He smirked, reaching down and grabbing her thigh, squeezing gently. He bit his lip as his eyes wandered down, glancing between her legs then back up to meet her gaze once more.

"You imagined it with me?" He asked, leaning down to place a light kiss on her cheek. She nodded slowly and to further her point, she reached for his hand and methodically slipped them under her panties so he could feel how much she wanted him. "So that's what a vagina feels like," he murmured teasingly. "Very nice, by the way."

She let out an embarrassed laugh, shaking her head as she tried to hide the growing smile playing upon her lips. When he finally started moving down towards her entrance, she gasped in anticipation, closing her eyes shut as she felt a finger entering her warm wet hole, slowly making its way inside. She moaned quietly, enjoying the feeling of him slowly stretching her.

"Do you like that?" he asked her, watching her face. He wasn't sure at first, then saw as her mouth hung open. That was a big clue that she liked it.

"Yes," she answered after a moment, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. She opened her eyes and locked them with his, gazing deeply into his eyes as she whispered huskily, "Can you, uh, pay more attention to my clit?"

Shit. The whole fucking his fingers into her had been easy.

"Yeah, yeah... where is it?"

Stopping for a second so she could remove her last remaining clothes, sat up and placed his finger on the right spot. She sucked in a sharp breath, arching her back slightly as he worked her clit with his finger.

"Want more?" When she groaned in response, he knew that meant yes so he slid two fingers in and out of her, quickly increasing the pressure. He loved the way her eyes opened wider and her body clenched around his hand. "I want to taste you. Can I?"

"Y... Yeah," she replied, lifting her hips upwards. She mewled through clenched teeth as he kept his eyes on her the entire time he slipped his tongue into her and tasted her wetness. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Her hips bucked and she nearly jumped out of his arms, but he placed his hands on her hips to keep her steady and increased the pace. He'd never been so turned on before.

As his tongue started roaming over her sensitive spots while he pleasured her, she was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands. He couldn't tell if she was crying, screaming or just moaning loudly and incoherently, but regardless of what she was doing, it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. With each lick, he swore that he had never tasted anything sweeter as he drove her beyond the edge.

"Oh, god..." she cried out in ecstasy. She grabbed his hair and squeezed his head tightly, her back arching off the bed as she came violently. He watched her as she came undone in front of him, clenching around him as waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

The wave subsided and he pulled away momentarily to watch her regain her breath as she offered, "Want me to... you know, suck you off now?"

"Please," he begged. "I mean, only if you want to." She nodded eagerly, climbing out from under him and onto her knees, crawling and kneeling beside him. She placed both hands on his cheeks and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his as her hand palmed his crotch over his trousers.

Oh, yeah he was fully clothed.

"How am I totally naked and you've still got everything on?" she joked, running her hands up the material of his jeans and across to his clothed erection. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers started fumbling with his zipper, tugging at it until it popped open and revealed the tent in his underwear. He lifted his hips slightly, encouraging her to slide both of his trousers and boxers off of him.

Once she did, she found the hem of his shirt and waited for confirmation before removing it. She knew he was a little self-conscious. He always wore his t-shirt into the pool whenever they went swimming, so she cooed, "You can leave it on, if you want to?"

"No. I trust you."

Gently, she lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his torso and chest. He shivered as she ran her palms across his skin, relishing in how smooth it felt beneath her fingertips.

"I always forget how freckly you are. I like it," she complimented softly, stroking the expanse of his chest. She kissed along his ribs and stomach as she went lower and lower, getting closer to his dick. She stopped and stared at it for a moment as she slowly ran her finger from his tip to base, then up and back again.

His body gave a quick jolt at the sensation, which only got more intense as her lips wrapped his tip and began swirling her tongue around it, drawing soft circles around it as she sucked gently, working him in and out of her mouth. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he pushed his hips upwards, his fingers tangling in her hair and digging into her scalp.

She had watched porn before, so she had a general idea of what to do. Whatever she was doing, he clearly seemed to like it as his head rolled back and he let out a loud moan. He admitted with a shaky breath, "Fuck, you're so hot. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember."

Y/N upped slowed her pace but took his cock further into her throat, as far as she could go without choking on him. He whined down at her, his heart pounding rapidly inside his chest as he held tight to the top of her head.

"I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?" he pleaded impatiently as he rocked into her mouth, desperate he tried to maintain some sense of control over himself. She stopped briefly, opening her eyes and giving him an uncertain look. Was she ready for it?

When she finally removed her mouth from him, she lay beside him and smiled sweetly up at him as he slotted himself above her again. He cupped his hands behind her head, keeping his weight off her as he leaned forward to plant gentle kisses along her jaw and neck.

"If you don't want to, I'll understand," he reassured her. He didn't want her to push herself, if she was uncomfortable or not wanting to have sex with him yet, no matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn't force her into something she didn't want, especially not now.

After all, she was going to hate him for the rest of her life after tonight. He wanted at least one more good memory. He was going to have to remember every single part of this moment. Of how she tasted, how beautiful she looked, how hot she sounded, how good she made him feel (physically and mentally).

He'd have to remember how safe and at ease he felt with her. That would probably be the thing he would miss the most.

"I'm ready," she confirmed, twining her fingers through his hair as he slowly and carefully pushed into her. She let out a tiny gasp, her body tensing as she adjusted to accommodate him. He continued thrusting, careful to keep his momentum slow and steady, making sure she was comfortable, until they were finally both satisfied enough to start moving together.

To tell the truth, she had expected it to hurt but she'd heard from her friends that that only tended to happen if the girl wasn't comfortable and was panicking. She didn't know if that was true or not, but was so thankful that it hadn't happened to her. Not only because she didn't want to feel pain, but also because she didn't want Adrian to think he had hurt her. That was the last thing she wanted.

At that moment, she was sure that nothing he could do would ever hurt her.

"Ade, you can go harder if you want," she urged him, holding him close and burying her face into his shoulder, listening to him panting in order to get his breathing under control. With a little hesitation, he obliged and went faster and deeper, causing Y/N's hips to start moving up and down as she responded to him.

God, he loved seeing her react to him like that. It was a sight he would cherish forever. "You feel good. You're so beautiful," he breathed as he pulled back to watch as her whole body moved as he pounded her, the way her tits bounced and bounced, the way her head tilted, her thighs shaking and trembling, her eyes rolling back into her head and her moans filling the room and echoing off the walls. It was everything that he imagined and more.

"Adrian!" she cried out, throwing her head back and clutching onto his shoulders. He grunted against her ear, feeling every second of it, unable to stop himself from grabbing her waist and pulling her up closer to him as he continued to pump into her.

His vision became clouded with lust and passion, his mind becoming consumed by her and nothing else. He gripped her hips tighter, pumping into her harder and harder as sweat dripped from his forehead onto hers. As his eyes fluttered shut and his breath shortened, he could feel his own climax approaching rapidly and he desperately needed release.

With a deep groan, his body began spasming uncontrollably as he reached his final destination.

"Fuck. Shit, sorry!" he shouted loudly, releasing inside of her as his orgasm hit him full force.

But, he didn't stop. She hadn't come yet. He would not leave her unsatisfied. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply before pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers as he pumped into her relentlessly, using his juices as extra lubricant as he pleasured her once more. He felt every bit of his orgasm rippled through her as it pulsed powerfully through her entire body.

"You are a goddess," he gasped out when he was able to talk. "An actual goddess."

A goddess? She'd take that! "Wow," she murmured, taking in a deep breath as she slowly became aware of her surroundings and their unique position. "Was that... wow. I... I'm... I... You. "

A quiet, comfortable silence hung over them. The only sound that was heard was the steady rhythm of their breaths as Adrian lay against her chest. He was planning on leaving as soon as they were done, but he couldn't bring himself to. He kept waiting for her to push him away, and when she didn't, it only spurred him on a little. It was her fault for being so damn warm and comfy. He was going to have to end this soon, but he wasn't ready to.

"I'm going to miss you," he admitted, burying his face into her skin so she couldn't see his expression. Her arms snaked around him, squeezing him tightly and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder blade.

"I'll be back before you know it."

Y/N couldn't believe it the next day when he ignored her. She knew he was inside his house. His light was on. The doors were locked and his window was shut, so she couldn't even try and climb up it.

Was the sex that bad? Had it really meant nothing to him? Did he just not care about her? Or… did he just not want her that way anymore? Did he really not want her at all? Not even as a friend? What if she lost him? No, she won't lose him. It won't happen. This is all a nightmare. Everything will be fine. Give him a day and it will be fine.

A day turned into a week. A week turned into two weeks and then three. And then she had to go back to Chicago for her tests. She wasn't too happy about it, but she didn't exactly have any choice. She had already had so many extensions.

Weeks turned into months. He never picked up her calls. Seemingly, he'd blocked her from all social networks. She even sent him a letter that had no response. He didn't go to her graduation like he had once promised to. What had she done? She waited and waited and waited.

Until she couldn't any more. Months turned to years. Eventually, she gave up and left him behind, knowing it wasn't worth fighting for his attention anymore. She missed him, she truly did, but she didn't need him. He wasn't in her life anymore, not the way she'd once hoped he would be.

After everything, Y/N wasn't able to forgive him, and was certain he'd never be able to forgive himself.

Their lives moved forward. Not happily, no. How could they be? They were surviving on half a heart.

Adrian stayed in Evergreen and closed himself off, spending all his hours inside his house training like he was going on a deadly Ninja Warrior. He quit his job and burned through all the money his parents had left him in the will on guns and knives and swords. Over time, he went a little crazy after not talking to anyone for two years before re-emerging as the crime fighter 'Vigilante'.

Admittedly, his first few patrols sucked because he'd only practised on dummy's and living people move around a lot more than he expected. But, after five years, he got good. Really good at it.

On the other hand, Y/N became more open. Well, her legs did. S ex and relationships became a novelty after her heart had been broken and she didn't care about who she gave herself to anymore. So long as she was free to go wherever the wind blew, as long as she was allowed to sleep with whomever she pleased, whenever she liked, she was content. Meaner, but content.

Still, professionally, she was doing well. After college, she got an internship at a law firm and worked in Chicago until she didn't. The law firm that she worked for had been bought out by Lex Luther and he had fired anyone who wouldn't fall in line with his ideas. That meant that Y/N had to go.

So, Y/N was on her way back to Evergreen with a scowl and tinder open.

Chapter 3: One That Got Away

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xxv: A Bunch Of ‘Ifs’

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, just got here."

"You busy?"

Cat hung her jacket next to the door and made her way to the living room. "What's going on, Pete?"

He took a deep breath. "We didn't get in."

"What? None of you?"

"No."

"What the fuck?" She scoffed. "That has to be illegal!"

"It's my fault, Cat..."

"No, of course it isn't..." she checked her watch. "Let's have lunch together, yes? My treat."

"You're broke, C."

"So what? You're broke too."

He let out a breathy chuckle. "I'll be there in twenty."

When Peter arrived he was carrying a pint of ice cream, it was their favorite.

"Come, tough guy..."

"Can I say something mean?"

"As long as it's not about me," she joked.

"It kinda is..."

"You hate Beck and you're glad I killed him?" She tried not to smile.

"Oh God, it sounds terrible... I'm so glad you said it."

Cat chuckled. "Anytime, buddy. Where's Ned?"

"He went to his place to tell his parents."

"MJ's still at work?" He nodded. "Here," she handed him a plate. "Enjoy."

Peter looked down at the sandwich in front of him. He laughed. "You remember!"

"You remembered the ice cream," she pointed out. "My friend Harley bought me a sandwich once— it fucking sucked. I was glad to discover not every sandwich was good, it meant ours were special. It's something silly but—"

"I don't think it's silly."

"Well, you're the same age I was then..."

"Ouch?"

"Eat your sandwich, boy."

Peter took a bite, he looked so young and innocent, Cat wanted to storm into the MIT and set it on fire. Tony had donated scholarships for the whole student body, and now they had the audacity to reject his best trainee!

"Tell you what. Fuck MIT, we'll find something better."

Peter swallowed the food and frowned. "Better than MIT?"

"Don't say it like that," she flicked his forehead. "But we'll worry about that later, today we eat sandwiches and ice cream, and I'll even sing karaoke with you. Let's forget about the world... until MJ's free and takes over."

Peter cleaned his mouth. "I'm here to ask you a favor, actually."

"Oh," she didn't know why Peter thinking of her as a resource instead of a shoulder to cry on disappointed her. "Yeah, sure. Tell me."

"Mysterio tricked us because he pretended to be from another reality, right?"

"Right."

"Well that might not be real, but magic is— actual magic," he leaned forward. "Why don't we use what Mysterio pretended to have?"

She tilted her head. "You wanna visit Strange?"

"Can you take me to him?"

"Why me? I know don't know him any better than you do."

"Yeah but you're older, so he won't dismiss my idea if you tag along?"

"I don't know... I'm not exactly a trustworthy gal right now, remember?"

"C'mon, C.C..."

"Your pouting won't convince me."

"I bought your favorite ice cream!"

"It's your favorite too!"

"I invited your crush to the party," he added, a shit-eating grin on his face. "And by the looks of it, you should be grateful."

Cat remembered the marks on her neck, she flicked him on the forehead again. "Have some respect for your superior!"

"The only superior thing about you is height," Peter laughed at her anger. "Okay, I'm sorry. But you can't tell me you're not glad I called Mr. Murdock yesterday, you guys look good together! A very handsome, mature couple."

"Thanks, but I'm still not dating Matt."

"Oh," he frowned, "really?"

"I don't know what he wants— I don't even know what I want from this... so yeah, baby steps." He looked disappointed, she didn't want him to think his efforts had been in vain. "What I'm saying is that we're just having fun... Jeez, I'm not sure we should be talking about this." She concluded flustered.

"It's fine," he reassured her.

"A tiny wee baby like you shouldn't be listening to my shenanigans—"

"Go to hell," Peter pushed her away laughing, she'd missed having a one-on-one chat with him.

Their domestic ways, the food breaks talking about everything at once. She was glad those hadn't changed much after all that'd happened. The little things, just like Harley had told her.

"Ugh— fine! Stop looking at me with your puppy eyes," she pushed her chair away from the table. "Let's pay Strange a visit."

Peter beamed. "Thank you."

A low meowing was heard from her window, they turned to see Felix and one of his friends enter her apartment.

"Oh, you have cats!" The boy went to greet them.

"Those aren't mine," she pointed out.

Peter stopped. "Oh."

"You can touch them if you want, they come here often. Felix more than the rest."

"Felix?" He questioned.

"The one that's rubbing against your leg like you dipped it in catnip."

The boy crouched and began scratching behind the creature's ears. "Do you know where they come from?"

"Most of them are stray," she picked up the other, a tabby cat that was also a regular visitor. "I don't know what attracts them, they act like I'm their mom."

"D'you think it has to do with your mutant genes?"

"Maybe," she shrugged.

"So this means you like them now, right?"

"I love them," Cat wasn't being sarcastic when she'd answered, the small felines had grown on her. "You should get one, they're really sweet."

"Can I take Felix?" He cooed, picking the animal by the armpits to kiss his forehead.

Cat frowned. "No."

"So how did MJ and Ned take the news?"

"Well, they said they don't blame me, and that we'll figure it out."

"I think we got lucky with the friends we got, I don't know what we would've done hadn't been for Ned and MJ."

"And Pietro."

The weather was cold, she didn't want to add "sad" to it. "Him too..."

Peter nudged her arm gently. "How are you holding up?"

She let out a chuckle. "I've been so busy that I haven't had the chance to sit and think about him. Matthew says we learn to live with our grief... I guess he's right, but I'm not there yet."

"Does he know you're Copycat?"

She grimaced. "I can't tell you why, but he met me as Copycat first."

"So he didn't have to go through the ordeal of finding out your identity?"

"Nothing but honesty between us."

"Is that why you like him?"

"Nah. I just think he's hot."

Peter snorted. "Tony would be proud."

"Going back to partners knowing the truth... MJ and Ned know how Pietro died? Does she even know his real name?"

"Yeah, she asked a few weeks ago," Peter stopped her from crossing the street, the light was green and she hadn't noticed. "Took her to his grave so she could say goodbye. I would've invited you but... I thought it'd put you through some unnecessary ache."

"You're right. I can talk about him with you cause you knew him... but to anyone else? It's impossible." Cat wrapped her jacket tighter around her body, she needed to get a new one but couldn't bring herself to throw away her brother's clothes.

"C, it's not even that cold..." Peter pointed out worryingly. "Let's get you a coffee—"

"I'm anxious. I always get cold when I'm this way."

"What?" He slowed his pace.

"It's fine, just keep walking."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but it'd be best to change the subject, maybe."

"Er, sure," Peter looked around. "So Matt and you— was yesterday the first time something happened between you?"

Cat smiled a little. "It depends on what you consider as something."

"I'm talking about kissing... and stuff."

She snorted. "Yeah, it was the first time."

"I liked Kurt a lot. I get why he's your best friend."

"Really?"

"Yeah, straightforward and smart. Though his morals are far better than yours."

"Did he tell you how we found each other after all those years?"

"He was hunting you down," Peter grinned. "Makes sense that he's your best friend, sounds about right when it comes to you."

They spent the next thirty minutes talking about the party and jobs for Cat once this was all over. She was thinking of working as a bartender at Josie's since it would keep her afloat or maybe working as a security guard somewhere.

"Okay, question," Peter said, they'd almost reached Strange's home. "If the blip hadn't happened—"

"I hate those questions, Pete," she complained.

"Wait until I finish!" He pressed. "What career would you have studied?"

"I remember saying I would've liked to be a teacher..." She looked at the ground, deep in thought.

"What kind?"

"Elementary school," she couldn't help the laughter that left her. "You can't picture me working in a classroom full of children, right?"

He chuckled. "Doesn't really suit you now."

"What would?"

Peter tilted his head a little as if trying to place her somewhere in his mind. "Security sounds about right. Maybe a police officer?"

"Disgusting."

"A detective?"

"Now you're talking," she grinned. "I'd be a pretty good detective. I can change appearance at will, I know how to use every weapon on this planet, I speak multiple languages..."

"So you would've gone to Quantico," he said. "We would've seen each other once a month, maybe two..."

"Ned, MJ, and you would've developed some crazy project on your first semester and you'd be hoarding all the scholarships..."

"Tony and Happy would've bragged about you at every party..."

"C'mon, Tony liked you more than he ever liked me."

"Doubt that."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "I told Matt that the reason why I wanted to bring everyone back, was that you deserved to be the hero we all knew you could be." Peter stared at her, he smiled tearfully. "I needed you more than you needed me. These last few months had done nothing but confirm that."

"You don't know that for sure, Copy."

She laughed dryly. "You're right." They restarted their walk, but she decided to add a final note to their conversation. "I'm not happy, Peter, but sometimes I look back and feel lucky, that hadn't happened before. I have memories of sweet, innocent love, and that's gotten me through bad days..."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I have a pretty good 'if' when it comes to you," she concluded.

"If?" He inquired without understanding.

"There is a timeline where Thanos never won. We grow up together, and we get that white picket fence and all the dogs."

"And cats," he added.

"And cats," she agreed.

The entrance was covered in a thick layer of snow. Two people were shoveling it off the floor but it wasn't making much of a difference.

"Hi? I'm uh..."

"The most famous person in the world," a man walked out of a portal with two suitcases and a bag. "I know. Wong. Try not to slip, we don't have liability insurance."

He walked through the portal again leaving the room for a moment, Peter moved forward carefully. "All this for a holiday party?"

"No," Wong walked back in, the portal closed behind him. "One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia— a blizzard blasted through."

"Remind me to call before visiting," Cat shivered.

"This isn't a constant recurrence here—"

"It happened because someone forgot to cast a monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight." Strange came flying down the stairs, stopping next to Wong.

"That's right. He did. Because he forgot I now have higher duties—"

"Higher duties?"

"The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes."

"Wait, we thought you were the sorcerer supreme," Peter pointed at Strange.

"No, he got it on a technicality because I blipped for five years..."

"Oh, well— congratulations!"

"If I'd been here then—"

"You would've burned the place down," Wong interrupted. "You two, no one said stop shoveling!" The man left to talk to the other two people.

"So, Peter and—" Strange tilted his head. "Copycat. Right?"

"Call me Cat."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Peter looked at her and she encouraged him to speak. "We're really sorry to bother you, Sir—"

"Please, we saved half of the universe together, I think we're beyond you calling me Sir."

"Okay. Uh... Stephen."

"...That feels weird but I'll allow it."

"Uh... when Mysterio revealed my identity... my entire life got screwed up and I was wondering if— I don't know if this would actually work but I was wondering if... maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?"

Strange looked at them intently. "Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives— you wanna do it again now because yours got messy?"

"No, this isn't about me— I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My aunt May, Happy, my best friend, my girlfriend—"

"Oh yes, I saw that on the news," Strange looked at her. "How are you not in prison?"

"I've been hiding, thank you for asking," she replied. "But he's talking about someone else."

"Oh?" He frowned.

"Can we focus, please?" Peter interrupted. "My loved ones' lives got ruined just because they know me and Cat's a fugitive but she's done nothing wrong!"

"Shooting at someone until they're dead is doing something wrong."

"He almost killed Peter!"

"Look, I am so sorry, but even if I wanted to, I don't have the time stone anymore."

Peter took a moment to process it. "That's right..." he looked up again, with a feeble attempt of a smile. "I'm... really sorry if I wasted your time."

"No, you didn't," Strange told him with total sincerity.

"Just... forget about it."

Wong showed up again, he seemed to be going somewhere cause he had even more suitcases. "He will. He's very good at forgetting things."

"Wong," Strange pointed at him. "You've actually generated a good idea."

"What?"

"The runes, of Kof-Kol."

"The runes of Kof-Kol?" Peter asked in awe.

"What's that?" Cat inquired.

"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting," Strange smiled. "Won't turn back time, but people will forget you were ever Spider-man."

"Seriously?"

"No. Not seriously," Wong interrupted. "That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous."

Strange rolled his eyes. "We've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?"

"No?"

"Exactly."

The young heroes looked at the men expectantly.

"C'mon, Wong," Strange sighed. "Haven't they been through enough?"

Wong looked at them. "Just leave me out of this."

"Fine." Strange spoke to Copy. "He wants people to forget he's Spider-man, you'd like people to forget Copycat?"

"Not really," she shrugged. "I'll be alright."

"Well we're already here, I can help you if you want."

Cat thought about it. "Make them forget I killed Mysterio?"

"That'd be easy enough," he hummed. "Follow me."

She just had to stand there while Strange did all the work. When he finished, she stepped aside.

"That was easy," Peter had a weird expression on his face. "What?"

"Nothing... I just spaced out for a moment... are we doing the spell now?"

Cat looked back at Strange, he winked at her. "Good?"

Cat hadn't thought of leaving Peter out, she should've been more specific, but at least this way her name was clean, and Peter's burden of knowing she'd killed someone for him was all gone.

"So what is this place?"

"The Sanctum built at the intersection of cosmic energy currents. We weren't the first to seek them out. Some of these walls are thousands of years old— and they shot an episode of The Equalizer here in the 80s," he added with a grin.

"Well, I um— really appreciate you doing this for me, sir."

"Don't mention it... and don't call me sir," he smiled.

"Right. Sorry." Peter chuckled.

"You're a lot more fun than I remembered," Cat pointed out.

"Thank you?" Strange replied without looking away from the spell. "I'd say you're less annoying, but I'm not sure..."

"I'm annoying in a different way."

He looked at Peter. "You ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Nice knowing you, Spider-man."

"E-Excuse me?" Peter blinked.

"The entire world's about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-man... Including me and Cat."

"What!"

"Everyone?" Peter approached Strange, Cat following close. "Uh— can't some people still know?"

"That's not how the spell works," Strange shook his head. "And it's very difficult and dangerous to change it mid-casting..."

"So my girlfriend's just gonna forget everything we've been through?" Peter asked. "I mean, is she even gonna be my girlfriend?"

"That depends, was she your girlfriend just because you were Spider-man, or..?"

"Well I mean, I don't know— I really hope not!"

"I don't wanna forget Peter! I'm just getting used to him again!" She complained.

"I don't want Cat to forget me, we just made peace!"

"All right, fine!" Strange started a new spell. "Everyone in the world is gonna forget that you're spider-man except your girlfriend and Copycat."

"Thank you so much— Oh my god, Ned! Ned!" Peter shook her shoulder.

"What is a Ned?" Strange frowned.

"He's my best friend so it's really important to me that Ned knows—"

"I mean, is he really that necessary?" Cat tilted her head.

"C!"

"You could just tell him later, what's the big deal?"

"He'd forget everything about the last few years of our lives! You want him to forget Pietro?"

"Oh," Cat frowned. "Yeah, he has to remember."

"Okay! Let's not change the parameters of this spell anymore while I'm casting it!"

"Okay, okay I'm done. I swear I'm done..." Peter grimaced. "But my aunt May should really know—"

"Peter stop tampering with the spell!" Strange warned him.

"When she found out I was it was really messy—"

"I still remember the screaming..." Cat agreed.

"Yeah, and I don't think I could go through that again... so my aunt May?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, thank you..." he looked at her. "Happy?"

"No, I'm annoyed," Strange replied.

"No, it's a nickname Harol 'Happy' Hogan— he used to work for Mr. Stark and he kinda adopted C.C. so he became sort of close with me too—"

"Could you stop talking?" The circles of spells around them began to quiver, Cat held onto the boy's arm.

"This doesn't look good—"

The floor cracked under her feet. Peter seized her just in time. Around them, walls began to disappear and gave way to some kind of purple dimension.

"Basically everyone that knew that I was spider-man before should still know!" The boy insisted.

Cat used her claws to hold onto him. He cried out in pain, but she managed to put one hand over his mouth. "Take it back, Strange! Take it back!"

The man pulled the circles of light, he compacted them until the floor and walls were back in place and the world was no longer shaking. The young heroes landed on solid ground and she let go of his face, Peter looked at her with hurt.

"Ouch."

She looked down at the scratches on his arm. "Sorry, I freaked out."

Peter looked at Strange. "Did it work?"

"No," Strange growled. "You changed my spell... six times..."

"Five times—"

"You changed my spell! You don't do that! I told you, and that is why!" He pointed at the rings. "The spell was completely out of control, if I hadn't shut it down something catastrophic could have happened!"

"Stephen listen, I am so so—"

"Call me sir!"

"...sorry, sir."

"Aaand you're back to being scary," Cat stepped back. "Okay, no one got hurt, right? We're sorry... man, that was terrifying."

Strange rubbed his forehead. "After everything we've been through together somehow I always forget you're just a kid... both of you."

Cat shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she wanted to object she wasn't a child but... Perhaps she was a child, at least whenever she was around her ex-boyfriend.

"Look, Parker, the problem is not Mysterio. It's you, trying to live two different lives— and the longer you do that, the more dangerous it becomes. Believe me. I'm so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college but if they rejected you and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there's nothing else you can do."

"When you say 'convince them'... you mean like I could've called them?" Peter frowned.

"Yeah."

"I could do that?"

Strange tilted his head. "You haven't called?"

"Well I mean I got their letter and I assumed that was—"

"I'm sorry," Strange moved the stone table aside. "Are you telling me that you didn't even think to plead your case with them first before you asked me to brainwash the entire world?"

Peter gulped. "Well, I mean when you put it like that—"

"Why didn't you stop him before coming here?" Strange looked at her threateningly.

"Perhaps I should start by saying I didn't finish high school, so I had no idea he could do that either?" she smiled guiltily.

Strange was done. "Get out— before I decide to brainwash you into forgetting you have superpowers cause you're a hazard to society!"

"Weren't you the one who decided that the best way to defeat Thanos was by killing half of the universe first?"

Strange lifted his hand and closed it as if he wanted to strangle her. "Out!"

"At least we got my problem fixed..."

"What? What problem?"

"Nevermind that," she smiled. "Are you gonna call MIT?"

He began searching through his contacts. "Hey, Cat, thank you so much for coming, you didn't have to..."

"No, I'm actually grateful you called, it's nice to know you still trust me as a friend and as Copycat."

"We're a team, right?" He smiled.

"Totally. Anyway, good luck with your stuff, I should get back to mine," she wrinkled her nose. "I need to look for a job."

"See ya!"

Her phone buzzed and she checked her texts. It was Matthew. She smiled and put her phone away without replying. Copycat was free to roam the city.

The blue and white suit covered her body, and the mask concealed her face. Cat changed her hair from brown to silver, and her eyes turned purple.

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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fred weasley x reader

what if y/n had this dreamy personality, like she stares off into space a lot and she's the most positive and sweetest person you'd ever meet. so what if fred keeps trying to get her attention, but she never notices. he keeps flirting with her and trying to ask her out, and it's not like she's ignoring her, but she's oblivious, haha so what if she asks him out one day and he's like finally! haha

♡ dream girl - f.w ♡

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; fred weasley x reader

category; fluff

summary; fred is in love with his absolutely oblivious potions partner

warnings/content; none

other; non gryffindor reader, fem reader

"mornin' love." fred yawned, plonking down next to you at the back of the potions class and throwing his bag underneath the desk.

snape droned across the room, "late again mr. weasley." before continuing his lecture, to which fred rolled his eyes and you chuckled slightly.

the sound of your life brightened his morning, even it was only nine am.

"d'ya need help with the project?" she asked, about five minutes into the lesson, noticing he hadn't wrote anything down and was just looking at you.

"i've got it, no worries. did you get some sleep last night?"

you looked up, responding with a hum, and then a slightly worried question, "why, do i look like i didn't?"

he shook his head, "no no, you look beautiful darling, just checking cos you were up pretty late in the library."

"oh, right. thank you." you smiled at the redhead and he thought he was going to explode, in the least dramatic way possible.

it was only moments later he realised you weren't doing the work anymore, merely staring off into space with a soft smile and a far away look in your eyes.

he decided he'd take better notes, just in case you needed them later. he wasn't going to interrupt your daydreams.

walking out of the dingy dungeon room, fred helped you pack your books up before offering to walk with you to your next class,

"that's nice of you freddie, but i'm on the other side of the castle from you."

"i don't mind."

you frowned, tilting your head, "it's not very convenient for you."

he smirked, "well, maybe i don't spend time with you for the convenience."

with a bemused smile, you shrugged, "okay then."

you sat at lunch that day with your friends, swapping out assorted sweets, when one nudged you.

"george- fred- no, george? fred? oh, i don't know, one of the ginger ones is looking at you."

you turned to face the gryffindor table, where sure enough, fred weasley caught your eye and slightly waved, with a wink, before looking away.

"fred," you affirmed, "we sit with each other in potions."

your friend hummed, tapping your arm, "were you not going to tell us?"

"tell you what? the new potions seating plan?"

they rolled their eyes, "no, silly. that fred weasley likes you."

you scoffed, "he doesn't like me."

another of your friends piped up, "ohh, are we talking about fred?"

"yes."

"no! well, yes..."

with a sigh, you let them swap their theories. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like fred. even when your own house played his quidditch team, you sought him out amongst the players. you could tell him apart from george, a little achieved feat. you basically mapped stars in his masses of freckles.

but you certainly never considered for a moment he'd like you. even though he carried your bag. and walked you to class. and bought you chocolate. and said hi to you before his friends. and winked at you. and called you love, and darling.

"he flirts with you constantly." they pointed out, to which you simply laughed,

"nah, he doesn't."

a few days later, you were playing with a bowtruckle near hagrid's hut. he said he'd be back soon, but that was an hour ago.

you laughed as the spindly little creature gave you a twig she'd scavenged, "not that i mind, you're so cute! do you have a name? no? you need one?"

"what about honey?"

fred's voice behind you almost made you jolt straight up, but you brushed it off with a grin, "honey? yeah, i think she likes it."

honey clicked in approval, traipsing up your arm to rest clinging onto the side of your shoulder.

you brushed the earth off your skirt as you sat up on the rock, fred next to you.

"shouldn't you be in class?" you queried. it was your free period to finish the day, but he was supposed to be in the school's east wing, not across the grounds.

"cancelled. something about fireworks exploding in the room... or something, i don't know, nothing to do with me." he shrugged with a tell tale smile that made you giggle.

"i hope you're more convincing than that when mcgonagall comes for you."

he sighed, "you'll have to save me. she's impossible to beat."

you nodded thoughtfully, "yes, you'll be like a damsel in distress."

fred reciprocated the action seriously, "i will. you'll need to acquire a horse if you hope to rescue me from the dragon."

you gasped, hitting his arm, "she's not a dragon!"

"of course not. i meant filch."

the two of you sat there well into the chill of the evening, until your discussion circled around to the hogsmeade trip next weekend.

"i'll be going alone, my friends are all in detention."

fred wasn't planning on going, but there was an opportunity and he shot into it, "you don't have to go alone." he suggested.

you frowned, "i suppose i could ask flitwick to push their detention back. they did blow up his book stack stand though, so i doubt he will."

"i meant-"

"actually, would you like to come with me fred?"

he almost gaped - he'd been wracking up the courage for a month to ask you out. some gryffindor he was, he thought to himself in amusement.

you took his surprise as rejection, externally not changing but feeling crushed in your heart, "sorry, feel no pressure to. just the options there if you're intere-"

"i'd love to come to hogsmeade with you saturday." he assured you firmly, with a smile.

you nodded giddily, "great."

who knew? maybe fred weasley did like you after all.

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sora-hirayth · 3 years

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My hot tutor

Tokyo Revengers

☆ In which Baji falls in love with his really hot tutor

Genre: fluff, sligh angst

Reader / Y/N is called Ray

He hated the Idea of his mom getting him private lessons at a strangers houae. Sure, he was pretty much failing every single one of his classes but he didn't want to stay in a room with a guy, stuffing his head with stupid math solutions he just can't get the hang of or Kanji, that he can't read or write to save his own life. He already goes to school.

The moment he stepped into that house however, Baji loved his mother even more than he did already.

"Oh, you must be Baji! Come in!" Ray smiled heartily at the small kid who went stiff under his thick glasses and perfectly gelled back hair. Ray just continued talking, oblivious to him getting shy around her as he slightly looked up to her, a few inches shorter than her. "Everything's prepared, make yourself at home in the living room, I'll be back in a second!"

He did as he was told, sitting down at the table nervously as the woman bought him a cup of water before walking towards the white board.

"Oh um... Where's the tutor?" Baji asked innocently, expecting an annoying guy to pop out anytime soon.

Ray just smiled at him, letting out a light laugh as she opened the pen. "I'm your totor, silly."

Baji just knew from then on, this was going to be heaven.

"Eyes up here, Baji..." Ray frowned when he looked at her boobs again, making the boy blush a little and apologize shyly.

"The Kanjis are on the paper, not on my face, love." She smiled when catching him daydream as he stared at her face, making him jump again.

"Sweetie, those are beautiful drawings, but you mom doesn't pay me to teach you art." She grinned down at him, looking at the little doodles of herself on the sheet of paper as Baji quickly covered them, embarrassed. Those doodles obviously could never compare to her actual beauty.

He was lucky she was nice and didn't get annoyed too quickly. Or how Kazutora put it, "she sees you as a kid."

"And the best part, she's soo hot!" Baji exclaimed to Kazutora and Mikey who only looked at him in confusion. He had been ranting on for almost 10minutes, telling his two best friends how sexy his tutor was, how her boobs would distract him when she'd bow down to look at his papers or her radiant smile when she'd greed him.

"But she's like, 2 years older and treats you like a kid?" Kazutora asked, completely understanding him if she's hot, remembering the day he was at the beach with his friends, looking at all the women with pah-chin. "Sweetie, love she totally sees you as a child."

"She's 15 so she probably has a boyfriend too, if she's as pretty as you describe her." Mikey added, yawning.

"Y-Youre missing the point!" Baji exclaimed, putting that thought away and puffing out his chest as the boy thought of an Idea, about to make an decision he was soon going to regret a little. "Just come with me to our next session, you'll know when you see her!"

If Baji had known he'd be this jealous of of his two best buds, he wouldn't have even thought about telling them about her

"Oh my, Baji didn't tell me you'd be this handsome!" Ray said openly letting both boys in. Kazutora started blushing, not being used to a woman so openly giving him compliments. He looked down and thanked her a little embarrassed, to which the she answered with a giggle. "No need to be shy, it's just an observation." She said letting the boys into the living before going to get something.

The Moment she was out of sight, Baji glarred at him, scoffing. "Whipe that blush of yer' face, bastard."

"B-But she called me handsome!" Kazutora said taken aback, defending himself while Mikey just minded his own business, yawning.

"Alright boys, let's begin!" She smiled, making both go quite. While Baji was struggling to answer the simplest of answers as Ray guided him, Kazutora was finished with everything already and Mikey didn't even try as he ate away the sweets she put on the table.

"Oh my, everything is right too, you're quite smart Kazutora!" She exclaimed, looking at the questions which were a little difficult even for kids above their grade. Kazutora thanked her yet again with a sly smile, and while she checked the answers a second time, Kazutora gave Baji a smirk, making the boy break his pencil with just his thumb, an irk mark appearing on his forehead.

That wasn't the end however.

When Mikey fell asleep after eating all her sweets, she was all over him, saying how adorable he looked.

"Aww, he must have worked so hard he just fell asleep!" She said, smiling brightly at him as he had crumbs on his cheek quickly going to get him another set of sweets, letting Kazutora and Baji do their thing since it was the end of the lesson anyway.

"I've never seen him do anything but sleep!" Baji cussed under his breath, feeling like choking both his friends who enjoyed teasing him.

When Ray came back, Mikey smiled at her saying the one line that made Baji almost loose 10years of his life-span.

"You're really nice, I get why Baji likes you soo much." He smiled, before grabbing the sweets from her, thanking her and eating another one.

A little taken aback, she looked over to Baji who was looking asway from her like he always does when embarrassed or shy. Smiling lightly, she caught the beat red boys attention, "Is that so?"

It wasn't a surprise when Baji never bought Kazutora, Mikey nor anyone for that mater with him ever again. After all, cause of him, his crush would now always tease him.

"C'mon Baji, Just one more question! For me?" She'd frown playfully, making the boy freeze.

"If you get everything right, I'll maybe give you a kiss!" She'd smile as Baji blushed profusely, laughing at his reaction.

At first he only liked her looks, but as the two years past, he liked her personality even more.

She asked him how he was, genuinely caring, taking care of his wounds when he'd be hurt from fighting (he'd lie he fell) and since both their mothers were already friends, she'd even play video games with him for the fun of it and laugh when she'd loose, which in return made the boy blush.

He really liked her and Baji could tell she did too, even if just a little

Only now, his mother, the woman who birthed him, fed him and introduced him to the love of his life, got in the way.

"You're grades are now great thanks to her and you never liked private tutoring anyway!" His mom said to the now dejected Baji, unable to tell his mother why he wants to stay with her.

"But what if my grades get bad?" He asked, keeping his little crush a secret.

"Then we'll ask Mr. Bartner for some help, he has more time than Ray too. I heard he just turned 56 this month and he has a PhD in–" Baji loves him mom, but stopped listening after that.

And so, he asked Chifuyu, the romance expert in for advice, as his last resort.

"Ask her out!!" Chifuyu spoke confidently to which Baji looked at him pissed.

It had taken some time for the blond to calm down from the shock of Baji having a crush and then even on his 2 year older tutor of all people, but when he did, he was thrilled.

"Ya' kidding? What if she rejects me?!"

"But at least you tried!" The shorter boy grinned, calming Baji down a little. "You've been going to her house for almost two years, the two of you even have a selfie as her phone background and you went on a date!! You have a chance!"

The date was them going grocery shopping cause she couldn't carry all bags and met him on the way home.

And she only had a selfie of them cause Baji's mother asked her to send proof, worried he was skipping lessons and since she looked pretty that day, she put it as her background.

"You really think so?" he asked hopefully. He was close enough to her by now to know she got a handful of guys asking her out, but refusing most of them.

She'd sometimes rant about her now ex-boyfriend who was too rowdy or too mean for her likings, saying she was just waiting for the right one.

Not to mention she treated him as an equal by now too since their age gap wasn't that big and even saved him by his nickname, Edward.

Thinking for a second he looked at his best friend again. "But what if she... Doesn't like me?" He referred to the fact he was still styling his hair back and wearing thick glasses even though he's half a foot taller than her by now. This wasn't him on the daily afterall. "Wouldn't she be taken aback if I don't act like a.. nerd anymore? Not to mention, I haven't had her tutor me for a month now... And she said her last boyfriend was uncontrolled whi,h is why she left him..."

It was slightly suprising that he'd act like this over a girl, but even Baji is capable of acting like nothing but a boy in love.

Chifuyu stared at his lovestruck friend before smiling softly, knowing that a girl who won't love him is just plain blind.

"She'll love you dude, you've got nothing to lose so go for it."

And so he did and gathered all his courage.

With an expensive pair of roses, he stood near her home as the sun was starting to go down by now, expecting for her to come by any time now.

"Girls like it romantic, do anything during the sun set and she'll fall for you there and then!" — Quote by Matsuno Chifuyu, the Romance expert.

Not knowing how to dress for her, he did what he always does: glasses with gelled back hair.

He had asked her to meet him for something very important, and she gareed, but Baji was much more nervous than he thought. If she really did accept him, he wanted to let her get to know the real him slowly and not scare her away.

Sure, she's 2 years older, but the complete opposite of Baji and a woman.

After waiting for almost 15minutes of Ray not arriving home from school, the boy got even more anxious.

"Did I get the time wrong, did she forget me?" He thought nervously while playing around with the roses in his hand. "Maybe she's just running late, after all, she has never stood me up before."

But after waiting for another 15minutes, Baji knew this wasn't going anywhere. Letting the roses hang down on his side as he walked down the street, back home.

He felt completely dejected.

Maybe he really did get his hopes up for nothing.

"Did she figure out I was going to ask her out?" He thought to himself. He didn't want to say it, but his feelings really were hurt.

Maybe something happened?

Maybe she saw him from her window and decided against it.

Looking down at the flowers Baji let out a sigh, feeling his chest lightly tighten.

"Couldn't she at least have said she can't?" He looked down. "Even fuckin' rejection would have been better..."

"I have somewhere important to be, please let me go." He heard a womans trembling voice, clearly distressed, followed by a mans voice.

"It can wait, we've been trying to play nice with you the past 20 fuckin' minutes, you're starting to piss us off." A mans voice was heard now, along with another. "C'mon, if you can let Hanma hit it, why not us?"

Turning on his heel, he followed the voices to the back of an building, feeling like letting out some steam.

But to his surprise, when turning the corner, he found something that'd piss him off even more.

"Ray?" Baji asked, surprised to see her with her back pressed against the wall and surrounded by several guys much taller than herself.

"Huh?!" One of the guys stomped over to him, getting into his face as he glared at him. "Who's this nerd? Your brother?"

"He's got nothing to do with this, don't hurt him!" Ray quickly tried getting between them, only for one of them to grip her even harder by her wrist, making her yelp as she struggled in their grip unable to pry them off.

"Or what missy?" He laughed, getting to close to her face for comfort as he grinned. "Now that Hanma doesn't care, there's no-one to protect ya', just get over it."

"Hey..." An Irk mark appeared on Baji's forehead as he tilting his head to glare at the guys. His glasses slide off slightly, as the boy watched her wrist turn red and tears prick her eyes. "...you're hurting her."

"Aww, what're you gon' —" gripping him by the head, Baji hit his head right into the building beside him, not only breaking his head but also putting a big crack in the wall.

Startled, all boys drifted away from her and Baji, fear all over their faces.

Ray slid down the wall, feeling her knees get week as she looked up at the men fighting it out like animals, or rather getting torn to shreds like animals.

Baji couldn't tell if she was more suprised of how he looked like a completely different person or what he was capable of.

But he knew one thing, this wasn't how he wanted the evening to go.

With bloodied knuckles Baji now sat in the same chair he used to learn in, only this time Ray sitting in another, disinfecting and covering his wounds with bandages. He had gone a little far.

"Sorry–"

"Please don't apologize." She interrupted. After finishing up, she didn't even ask how he knows how to fight like that nor how he looks so diffrent. She looked up to him with a little pained smile before speaking up: "You helped me, so, thank you very much, Baji."

She bowed lightly her head, making Baji look away. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"I'll call your mom to tell her you're here, so wait a–" she spoke, standing up only for Baji to grab her light by the wrist, keeping in mind she may be jumpy about getting touched.

He hadn't seen her for over a month, and the first time the two of them meet she sees him just lose it.

He wanted to show her his best side. Let her get to know him slowly.

He just held her hand unable to get a word out. He had always been better with his fists, not his words, but he couldn't exactly punch her.

When Baji didn't say anything for a while, Ray smiled at him. "You wanted to ask me out right?"

Surprised, the boy looked up. She pointed to the now completely ruined roses laying on the table, withered and broken.

"Sorry, they broke cause of me..." Giving him an apologetic smile, she held his hand now making his heart skip a beat. "...I was a little excited to see you actually."

It was now or never.

"I like you." He said, looking into her eyes determined.

Hair down, glasses off and with the sun already down, he finally told his crush his real feelings as he looked up at her from the chair.

The girl stared at him for a second before smiling playfully. "I think your friend already told me two years ago, back then." She teased, only for him to blush, slightly pissed.

"Hey! You don't say that when someone confesses to you!!"

"Right right." She giggled, a little embarrassed herself. "It's just... So many guys have confessed to me and yet... I liked yours the best even if you're covered in other mens blood because of me."

Baji had to process her words before a giant grin made it's way on his face, gripping her hand a little more tightly he spoke up "Wait, so does that mean...?"

"Yeah." She smiled warmly down at him, oddly more comforting than usual. "I like you too."

Baji did the first thing he wanted to do and hugged her tightly.

Giggling, Ray hugged him back: "I won't go easy on you with homework though~"

"If it's you, that's cool!!" He hugged her even tighter making her giggle even more.

It wasn't the most romantic nor the cutest way someone could propose to one, but both of them still loved it.

And thus, with a big grin on his face, Baji finally started dating his hot tutor, even if it meant not missing a single homework from then on.

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licensed-fan-girl · 3 years

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Pride and Perception - ch. 3

Hello again, lovely readers! Things are starting to heat up now, I hope you enjoy!

this story can now also be found on my ao3!

Masterlist chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

summary: James Barnes was the mob king of Brooklyn. Everything he wanted, he got, and anyone standing in his way was eliminated, but there was never enough evidence left behind to really convict him. He was not one to be trifled with and everybody knew it. Eveline Stone had only been the boss of Queens for six years, but that was more than enough time to know a bad deal when she saw one. If Barnes thought he could come in and buy her city or take it by force, he had another thing coming. He was the most infuriating man she'd ever met, but he was also probably the only person in New York who could help her find who she was looking for.

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Mob!oc: Eveline Stone (can be read like a reader insert)

chapter warnings: mentions of sex trafficking, domestic abuse, rape, and hostages (nothing actually happens)

word count: 3846

Thanks for reading!!

Nat and Eveline had arranged with Carol Danvers, the owner of the Captain’s Café, to have this meeting take place after her café closed. Carol – known as ‘the captain’ around town – liked Eveline and the support she provided young women but didn’t want to get too involved with the mafia. Her neutrality made her café the perfect place for this meeting. They had arrived right after closing to meet Carol and get the key so they could lock up when they finished.

“You know I like you girls,” Carol had said, “But nothing happens to my shop, understand?” She fixed them with a small glare.

Eveline laughed softly, “of course, Carol, we’d never let anything happen to our favorite coffee shop!”

With a smile, Carol handed them the key, “then be careful, you two” she called before heading out into the night.

Natasha and Eveline now sat waiting for Barnes and Rogers to arrive. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this” Eveline said, rapping her fingernails on the table-top between them.

“Because you know that it’s a good idea to finally figure out what the hell he wants, and that an alliance with him is the perfect solution to our problem.”

Deep down, Eveline knew she was right but was still skeptical of Bucky’s motives. “I just don’t trust him.”

“which is exactly why we are having this meeting.” Eveline envied her friend’s optimism.

Shortly after 9:15, Bucky and Steve came through the door. Eveline walked over to meet their guests. They took a few moments to silently appraise each other before Eveline turned her eyes to Steve. “Nat, would you like some help cleaning up?” She turned and asked her friend.

“oh, I’d love some,” Natasha responded with a condescending smile, heading for the kitchens in the back.

With a dismissive tone, Eveline asked: “Rogers, would you be a dear and go help Natasha in the kitchen?” And without waiting for an answer, she walked over to a table and sat down, leaving Steve no choice but to agree, and Bucky none but to follow.

Once seated, Bucky looked at her expectantly, almost hesitant to begin speaking.

“Well, let’s hear it” Eveline began, “as long as it’s not as dumb as the last offer you wasted my time with.”

Bucky scoffed, “You mean the solid business deal I proposed to you several weeks ago?”

Eveline could not believe the audacity and arrogance this man possessed. “Solid business deal?” She said incredulously. “Imagine with me for a moment Mr. Barnes, that tomorrow, I walk into your office, and offer to buy your precious Brooklyn from you.” Bucky chuckled softly to himself. “Seems silly doesn’t it? So tell me,” She continued leaning across the table between them, “Why the fuck, would I sell anything to you?”

A moment of silence passed between them where all Bucky could manage to do was stare into her eyes. Eveline decided he was cute when he was flustered – and then mentally scolded herself for thinking such things about her enemy. Well, not quite a true enemy, she reminded herself, that would all depend on the outcome of this meeting, she supposed.

“You know, Nat thinks I should be nice to you,” Eveline said, sinking back into her seat with a shake of her head, “she thinks we could use your help finding and relocating a couple of targets that have found themselves in Brooklyn…” She watched as Bucky’s eyebrows raised slightly before continuing, “But after your performance in the park yesterday… I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be of any use at all.”

At that, Bucky’s eyes widened and Eveline could see a multitude of emotions ranging from shock to amusement flash across them before he schooled his expression back to the classic smirk. “You have targets in Brooklyn?” he asked with a laugh.

“A couple of sex-traffickers,” She said her eyes darkening, “domestic abuse, rape, the whole nine yards… we’ve been after them for months.” Intensity seeped into her voice as she spoke, “we aren’t entirely sure where they are, but,” She paused as a whirlwind of emotions welled up inside her, “we know they’ve taken hostages with them from Queens.” Just thinking of those young girls on their own made her blood boil.

Raising one eyebrow, he responded, “So this is a rescue mission?”

“of sorts”

Sensing the shift in tone, Barnes leaned back and crossed his arms, thinking before his next words. “They’re out of your territory now,” he said calmly, “why do you care?”

This question was one Eveline had not been prepared for. What did he mean, why did she care? Feeling her emotions begin to rise, Eveline took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself before answering, “because no girl should ever have to live like that. These girls are from Queens,” she said, slowly bringing her head up to meet his eyes, “that makes them my responsibility.”

Bucky nodded slowly, his usual arrogance returning, “Well, good luck with that sweetheart, but even if I did tolerate that kind of shit, what makes you think I’d let you do any kind of digging in my city?”

“Oh, sweetheart” Eveline responded with a syrupy tone, “I’ve already started” she finished, her voice turning cold. She enjoyed the way Bucky’s mouth literally fell open at her words before continuing. “How do you think I even know where to look? Your precious Brooklyn isn’t near as clean as you might like to think, and it doesn’t matter if you ‘tolerate’ sex trafficking because it’s happening right under your nose! Hell, it’s happening under your own roof, and you-” She stopped herself, feeling her anger at his willful ignorance beginning to take over. Eveline took a moment to gather her thoughts, allowing a cold calculation to return to her gaze before continuing with the same intensity, “You refuse to do anything about it, but somebody should. I would appreciate it if you’d let that somebody be me.”

※ ※

Bucky recognized the look in Eveline’s eyes as she finished her sentence. Hell, he’d seen it in his own eyes plenty of times before. The feeling of righteous anger was one he knew all too well.

“You’re really passionate about this aren’t you?” He asked softly, allowing his usual cocky façade to fall, extending a laurel branch.

“I could use your help” She responded, avoiding the question.

Realizing he had reached the end of her rope, Bucky stopped pressing. If she didn’t want to tell him, she wouldn’t, but Eveline wasn’t as good at hiding her feelings as she would like to believe.

“what did you have in mind?” he asked.

A look of confusion crossed her face, “hold on,” she said raising one hand in a cautionary gesture, “weren’t you the one who was so desperate for this meeting? What’s in it for you?” He watched her eyes as once again her walls began building back up.

He’d been so caught up in watching her, that he’d momentarily forgotten what he was doing there in the first place. Coming back into the reality of where he was, Bucky took a breath and gathered himself. “Right, well,” he said, clearing his throat, “there is the small matter of your spies somehow finding the location of a great number of my safe houses and private businesses that I’d like to discuss.”

He watched as a slight smirk slowly grew on her face, “oh that” she said with a shrug, “what exactly would you like to discuss?”

“I want them out” he responded with a commanding tone, having returned to the business mindset he inherited from his mother. “Here’s how this is going to work, dol-, Eveline.” He paused catching the glint that reappeared in her eyes. “I will offer to help you in your manhunt, so long as you take your targets back with you to Queens to deal out your punishments and get your team out of Brooklyn. For good.” She sat up a little straighter, becoming every inch the mafia boss, he was learning to expect. “And, if you tell me how you managed to locate and enter some of the most well-hidden locations in New York.”

He watched as she thought about it, her head tilting slightly to the left. “Alright,” she conceded, her acceptance releasing the tension from his shoulders. “I’m willing to work with those terms, if you allow me into your territory with access to your resources – temporarily – in order to most effectively and efficiently locate my targets for elimination.”

Once again, Bucky was taken aback by the directness with which she addressed him in stating her terms. He’d made many deals in his time on top, and very few men had ever spoken to him with such authority and tenacity. Eveline Stone continued to impress him.

He wasn’t thrilled about the notion of allowing her access into his business, though, no matter how limited. “Very Well,” He replied slowly, “I will take your terms under consideration. Allow me a week to consider, and I will get back to you.” She arched a single eyebrow, causing him to roll his eyes, “And I promise not to contact you in any form until I have an answer.”

Eveline nodded her head with a smirk. “Okay,” she said lifting her chin, “Mr. Barnes, it would appear you have yourself a deal.” She extended her hand to him across the table and as he took it in a surprisingly firm handshake, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder what he was getting himself into.

* * *

Back in his office in Brooklyn, Bucky was pacing. He could not believe the conversation he’d had with Eveline stone not three hours ago. He’d had something entirely different in mind when he imagined meeting with her to talk. He hadn’t expected such fierce anger from her, and the strangest part was that it wasn’t entirely directed at him. Bucky paused to look out the window of his office thinking about who exactly it was Eveline was after and why the hell they would have run to Brooklyn. Her accusations against the integrity of his family resonated in the back of his mind. Could there be any truth to them? He didn’t think so, but he also didn’t think she was lying.

Bucky had been pacing and thinking in his office for those three hours when Steve came in to check on him.

“Buck what are you still doing up? It’s almost one in the morning!”

“I know, I know, I just…”

Steve rolled his eyes with a sigh. This was not an unusual occurrence for them.

“you can’t get her out of your mind, I know” Steve paused and looked at his friend for a minute in thought before continuing. “The results of all the background checks won’t come through until the morning at the earliest, so you might as well go on to bed. You obviously need your rest, you look like shit, jerk.”

Bucky chuckled to himself. Steve was one of only three people alive who could get away with talking to him like that. He knew his friend was right, and that staying up wasn’t going to do him any good, but he also knew he wouldn’t be sleeping a wink until those results came in and he could fact check Eveline’s claims. He just couldn’t get his mind to rest until he was certain one way or the other.

“I know punk, and I promise I’ll head to bed soon, but you shouldn’t stay up any later on my account, I know Peggy’s waiting for you.”

At the sound of his wife’s name, Steve’s face softened into a light smile. “Alright, just don’t stay up too late. You’re of no use to anyone if you haven’t slept.” and with that, Bucky was alone again with his thoughts. He knew he was in for a long night. It was part of the reason he had bothered to stay in his office, hoping to at least be able to get some work done while he was up. But his mind was too preoccupied with a particular person to allow him to think clearly about anything else. Get it together, Bucky scolded himself. He was the leader of the largest mafia in New York, he didn’t get distracted by women, no matter how beautiful and passionate they were. Bucky groaned, closing his eyes and pinching his brow as he turned to shut off his computer for the night. He’d just have to wait until the morning.

* * *

When the sun finally rose, Bucky rolled right out of bed and headed into his office. Much to his disappointment, there was no news. The background checks he’d called for last night on a handful of his Brooklyn business partners were taking their sweet time coming together, and Bucky was growing impatient. He could still hear the disgust in Eveline’s voice as she spoke of the sex traffickers that she claimed were rampant not only in his city but among his own men. Background checks were a standard requirement Bucky insisted on for the acceptance of new members, but he had never taken such measures when determining who to partner with; it was bad for business.

Bucky sighed, frustrated with his own impatience as much as with the slowness of the process. Deciding to do something else to pass the time, he sat down to answer some emails and sort through the mountains of paperwork he knew would be waiting for him in his filing cabinet. As he began sifting through various reports from around town, his mind kept drifting back to Eveline. From their very first meeting, he had been unable to keep himself from admiring her tenacity and boldness. It had surprised him to discover the authority Eveline commanded. She knew who she was and what her business was about and was not about to let anyone threaten it. As someone in a similar position, Bucky could understand and respect her ability to hold her own. If he was being honest, she reminded him of both his mother and his sister. Before that slightly unnerving thought could get much further, there was a knock on his office door. When Bucky gave the okay, his third, Tony Stark, walked through the door with a file folder in his hands.

“These are the results of the background checks you requested.” Bucky took the folder with as much composure as he could muster, though he was sure Tony could likely tell how nervous he was.

“Thank you, Tony,” Bucky trailed off, all of his focus having turned to the file in his hands. With a nod of his head, Tony left the office, closing the door softly.

He had waited so intently to have this information, but now that it was in his hands, Bucky was hesitant to open it. What if Eveline was right? What could he do about it? Some of these men were bosses in their own rights and had been loyal business partners for years, he couldn’t simply cut them off, or try to shut them down. Although that’s what Eveline’s done, he thought to himself. If she could do it in Queens… Bucky shook his head, and before he could get any farther ahead of himself, he opened the file and began reading.

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A grand total of five days had passed since their meeting with no word from Bucky, and Eveline’s concern was growing. When the first two days had gone by with complete radio silence, she began to think that she had been too harsh in her critique of Brooklyn. Her original intention had not been to insult his business methods, but had it come across that way in the moment? What did he think of her, knowing she had a moral weakness? Would he see it as a weakness? What would he have told Steve about her on their way home? Eveline chided herself for having such concerns. It shouldn’t matter what he thought of her, or if she hurt his feelings, her accusations were correct – she just hoped she hadn’t ruined her chances of securing this deal.

In the midst of these frequent self-debates, responses had come in from Pepper and Peggy. About a week ago, Eveline had asked them for any updates on their target’s location along with updated descriptions of the women they had taken hostage. Neither had heard or seen anything of the sort, but Peggy had told her that Steve felt the meeting had gone well and informed her that Bucky had ordered a background check on several of his top business associates. Eveline was only slightly offended that he felt the need to fact-check her, but she hoped that the results would encourage his cooperation.

This train of thought was interrupted as Gomora knocked on the door and poked her head into the office. “Anything?” Eveline asked her assistant – a bit too eagerly if the smirk Gomora gave her was anything to go on.

“He’s on line two.” She said before closing the door once again.

Suddenly a ball of nerves, Eveline picked up the receiver on her desk and pressed number two. “Mr. Barnes,” she began doing her best to sound nonchalant, “Were you satisfied with the results of your background checks, or do you require more convincing?”

She could hear the surprise in the pause before Bucky conceded, “believe me, Miss Stone, I have all the proof I need.”

“Excellent!” she grinned, “so we’re confirming the deal?” Eveline heard him suck in a breath before continuing. “There are a few changes I’d like to make to the original terms, first” he stated. “I’m not sure how you learned of the background checks, but yes I looked into a few of my top business associates to confirm or deny your claims and was surprised and disgusted to find you were correct.” Eveline was surprised to find him admitting it so easily. “Having made such a discovery, I’d like to make some additions to the terms we laid out last week.”

She didn’t quite know what to make of that, but she was willing to hear him out. “Alright, go ahead” she relented hesitantly.

“Your terms were, if I recall, temporary access into Brooklyn and some of its resources in order to locate a few runaway targets, whom you agreed to take out of my city limits to deal with, correct?” He pressed. “Well, I’d like to allow you round-the-clock access to Brooklyn’s resources, though only in a partial capacity, free reign to handle anyone you find however you see fit, and a place to stay for you and whoever else you might need.” Eveline had expected many things when he said he wanted to change terms, but this was not one of them. It made her wary. “Let me get this straight, you want me to move into Brooklyn, increase my access to your resources, and allow me full control of punishment for whoever I decide deserves it?”

“Only temporarily,” he assured her, “I’m not asking you to buy a house, just come stay with me – with us – while you’re working…” he seemed to stumble over his words, “you know, for the sake of effectiveness and efficiency.” It seemed Eveline wasn’t the only one nervous about the outcome of this conversation.

“Why do I need to move to Brooklyn for this to work?” she asked with confusion.

Bucky cleared his throat before continuing, “We’ve agreed that you’ll remove your spies and inform me of their methods, I’d like to ask you to also inform my head of security and consider critiquing their training regimen.”

Now that was a real surprise. Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn, wanted her to strengthen his security team? “I still don’t see why I need to move to Brooklyn.” She could see him rolling his eyes as she heard him sigh through the phone “I’d just prefer if the person I’m divulging secrets to was… I don’t know...” “right under your nose?”

Bucky released a breath. “Yeah, something like that.”

Eveline decided even if he had acted like an idiot the first time they met, it was clear now that Bucky knew what he was doing. He wasn’t stupid. He knew how to play his cards right, protecting his own just as she would have done. She gained an ounce of respect for the man, and, seeing the reason in his request, yielded to it. “Alright, Mr. Barnes, I concede to the logic behind these changes, but there’s one thing I still don’t understand,” she said turning in her chair to look out the window behind her desk. “You have sweetened my end of the deal considerably and have only asked for a training session in return. What are you really getting out of this exchange?”

Bucky hesitated on the other end of the line. Eveline could tell that whatever he was about to say, he wanted to phrase carefully so as not to reveal all of his cards at once. “We’re mafia, Miss Stone. You and I know what kind of life we signed up for when we took this job.” His voice had taken on a weightier tone than before. “My life has been a series of crimes, many of them repeated offenses, for which I feel no remorse. I do not pretend to be a moral man, Miss Stone, but I am not without a conscience.” He spoke with a sincerity she had never heard him use before. “I will put up with and even encourage a great deal of immoral actions, but I will not tolerate abuse of any kind,” Bucky stated firmly, “especially not against innocent young women.” There was a distant feeling in the silence as he finished speaking as if he was lost in memory or thought. Eveline wondered where he had gone.

Wherever his mind had taken him, it was clear that no matter their differences, the two of them stood together on this issue. “I was greatly disappointed to discover that nine of the fifteen associates I ran checks on participate or support various modes of sexual abuse regularly,” he said, once again addressing her. “At our last meeting, you offered to help me clean up shop. I’d like to take you up on that.” She wondered if he’d run similar checks on any of the men he claimed as family but thought better of asking. This was a tentative alliance, and she didn’t need to test its limits so soon. Eveline smiled softly to herself. This phone call had gone better than she could have hoped. “Well then,” she asserted with a renewed sense of control. “I look forward to our partnership, Mr. Barnes.” “As do I, Miss Stone.”

Their conversation lasted another 20 minutes as they worked out the finer details of their agreement, and when Eveline hung up the phone, she did so with the distinct feeling that they were finally beginning to understand one another.

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