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The Original Foxhole Court Extra Content (Archived from Nora Sakavic’s Tumblr)

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The Foxhole Court

ETA 2023: most of the posts here are from 2013-2015. Some of them overlap with older drafts. Some answers have evolved over time, even if they haven’t been updated here. Most I haven’t changed my mind on, for better or worse. Take ‘em or leave ‘em, and good luck making sense of ‘em around all the drunk rambling and detours. One day if I have the energy I’ll just sort it into a coherent reference.

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Two sections here: the questions submitted by tumblr users, and a miscellaneous collection of stories & factoids pulled from the oft-neglected blog. The questions aren’t in any particular order, though I did try to organize them by subject matter. Ish. Once the dust is settled a bit I’ll try to find a better sorting system. Also, the tumblr tag I use for questions is http://korakos.tumblr.com/tagged/foxhole-court-questions-and-spoilers

Lots of spoilers for The Foxhole Court ahead!

Preface: Why are Asks disabled in 2016?

COURTING MADNESS

—Exy Rules & Regulations

—Exy: A History of the Sport

—Palmetto State University

—The original “What Happens After King’s Men” post

—SON NEFES, the cousins’ freshman year through Renee’s eyes

——One . Two . Three . Four . Five

—Nicky Hemmick

—Seth Gordon

—Aaron Minyard

—Matt Boyd

—Kevin & Andrew

—David Wymack & the Monsters

—Wymack & Andrew re: Neil

—Dan Wilds is recruited to the Foxes *

—Allison through Dan & Renee’s eyes *

——pulled from an abandoned, unfinished book about the Foxes’ women

TUMBLR

NEIL

—Neil’s life on the run

—Do they ever celebrate Neil’s birthday?

—What if Neil told the truth earlier?

—Neil through the Foxes’ eyes

—Neil through Ichirou’s eyes

—Neil’s looks post-book and relationship with his reflection

—Does Neil ever talk to Bee?

—Neil’s millions

—Neil’s fight training

—Who’s Neil closest to beside Andrew

—Neil’s fashion style

—Cellphone ringtone

—Christmas/birthday presents for Foxes

—Does Neil ever cry?

—Neil’s lonely fifth year

—When Neil’s overwhelmed

—Does Neil crush on his teammates?

—Neil & Ichirou’s intimidation

ANDREW

—Andrew’s sober look at his teammates & Neil

—How did Andrew react to Cass’s letter?

—Andrew’s medication and the follow-up

—Has Abby seen Andrew’s scars?

—Andrew & Mama Bee

—Andrew & Roland

—How far has Andrew willingly gone?

—What animal figurine did Andrew buy Betsy?

—Andrew’s eye color

—Andrew’s opinion of the cats

—What’d Andrew say to Nicky in TKM?

—Andrew’s honest opinion of Exy

—Andrew’s thoughts on Neil’s binder

—Andrew and his sexuality

—If Andrew had met Neil’s mother

—Andrew’s thoughts on Neil’s sexuality

—Andrew’s fondest memory of Neil

—Andrew’s aforementioned withdrawal

—Do you think Andrew is really really really awesome?

—Proust and Andrew

—What happens to Proust?

—Andrew’s reaction to Neil’s bday blood

—Andrew on Neil eventually changing out

—Does Andrew get grumpy?

—Does Andrew get less dead inside?

—Does Andrew call Neil by his name?

—Why give the Foxes crackers?

—Andrew’s first choices in winning a fight

—Who liked knives?

—What got chopped from Drake’s arc?

—Does Andrew get off thinking about Neil?

—Post Andrew & Bee’s side story?

—When did Andrew start thinking Neil was interesting?

—Any other words he can’t stand?

—What does he think about nicknames?

—Explain Andrew’s fatal disease in the comic version

—Andrew’s canon mental state

—How did Andrew not know about Tilda’s abuse?

—Why punch Neil for “Sorry”, and when Andrew is sick

—What’s with Andrew and promises

—Andrew’s thoughts on Roland’s premature confession

—Andrew’s arrest

—Wanting nothing vs not wanting anything

—Why was Andrew laughing after Drake?

—If Neil had chosen Dan & Matt over Andrew

NEIL & ANDREW

—The other 10%

—Which teammate caught on first?

—Do Andrew & Neil go on dates?

—When did they first hold hands?

—When did Andrew clue in?

—Exites self-censure

—Betsy’s & Aaron’s reactions to the news

—Roland’s opinion of things

—The breaking point

—Who tops?

—On tying people up

—Their domestic life aka Sir Fat Cat

—I love you

—Andrew and the bed issue

—Nightmares

—Do they learn to talk to each other?

—Blaming Neil for Drake

—Andrew comforting Neil?

—Neil’s fondest memory of Andrew

—Neil getting Andrew off for the first time

—Neil seeing Andrew naked

—Neil & the sex how-to

—How was the first time

—Where’d it happen?

—When was their first hug?

—“I won’t let you let me be”

—Their roadtrips

—Neil waking Andrew up

—Andrew’s real smile

—How does Andrew show appreciation for Neil

—Their happiest moments

—Does Neil ever make Andrew laugh?

—Does Andrew take comfort in Neil

—Does Andrew get protective/possessive?

—Doesn’t Neil crave affection?

—Andrew re: Neil’s panic attacks

—Media reaction to Andrew/Neil

—Further reaction to Andrew/Neil

—On “accidentally” sitting in laps

—What if Andrew died?

—What if Neil died?

—Reaction to getting hit on by others

—Do they celebrate anniversaries?

—The first time Neil pushes Andrew down

FOXES

—How tall are the Foxes?

—Why is everyone so short?

—Where did their names come from?

—What were their majors?

—What do the Foxes look like?

—What are their Hogwarts houses?

—Reaction to the kidnapping

—Do Neil & Renee become friends?

—What did Allison do with Seth’s urn?

—Nicky’s evolution over the drafts

—Do the Foxes get their skiing trip?

—Does Andrew know Nicky kissed Neil?

—When did Aaron & Katelyn fall for each other?

—How did Andrew and Wymack end up handcuffed together?

—Kevin’s favorite things

—Kevin and Andrew’s on-court kerfuffle

—Dan’s haircut

—Dan & Matt’s relationship

—Dan & Matt’s first kiss

—Matt bouncing back from Columbia

—Matt rooming with the monsters

—The other what-if OT3 aka D/M/N and the dynamic

—Do Allison and Renee have the hots for each other?

—Matt forgiving his father

—Any mistletoe shenanigans?

—Thanksgiving and the Foxes

—Kevin’s best friend

—Janie Smalls

—How did Kevin and Thea meet?

—Foxes’ favorite ice cream flavors

—Kevin & Andrew’s on-court argument

—Foxes’ taste in music

—Kevin’s middle name & drink of choice

—Do Kevin & Neil want to kiss?

—Which Fox would Kevin kiss, then?

—Kevin’s best non-Exy memory

—Allison’s three bets

—Why is Allison’s middle name Jamaica

—Kevin, Andrew, and Neil staying friends

—“Joan of Exy”?

—Can the Foxes sing?

—Some of the Foxes’ previous bets

—Do Nicky & Allison become friends?

—Are Foxes based on RL people?

—Nicky when Neil asks about friendship

—Dan & the monsters in Columbia

—What if Kevin was killed?

—Renee and her near-death experiences

—More background available on Renee?

—Why doesn’t Aaron let the Foxes in?

—Team’s reaction to Drake, Andrew’s reaction to being outed

—Andrew & Aaron’s time with Tilda

—Does Aaron reconcile with Andrew over Tilda?

—Nicky & his parents after Drake

—Foxes thoughts in Baltimore

FOXES POST-TKM

—The Pro Teams

—The Weddings

—Neil as the Best Man?

—Kevin after TKM —Thea, Jean, Foxes, and Riko

—How does Kevin & Wymack’s relationship evolve?

—Renee after TKM

—Nicky after TKM

—Aaron after TKM

—Allison after TKM

—Dan & Matt after TKM

—Dan and the US Court

—Any pro-period scandals?

—Andrew & Neil’s relationship with their team

—Would Neil hold Matt’s children?

—Neil & babysitting the Foxes’ kids

—Which Fox’s child would curse first

THE FUTURE FOXES

—Who is Robin Cross?

—Neil and Jack

—Andrew’s reaction to Neil punching Jack

—Foxes’ reaction to Neil punching

—Kevin and Jack

—Neil’s new recruit

—Andrew and Jack

RIVALS

—Who is Riko Moriyama?

—Riko & Kevin’s evolving relationship

—More about Riko & Kevin’s past

—How did Riko break Kevin’s hand

—Riko’s brutality toward Jean

—Any draft where Riko wasn’t killed?

—Were Riko, Kevin, and Jean involved sexually?

—Does the Fox-Trojan rematch happen? Also how do the Trojans & Jean get along?

—Do Alvarez & Laila (Trojans) have backstories?

—Thea’s number & thoughts on Raven brutality

THE “ADULTS”

—Kayleigh Day & David Wymack

—Abby Winfield & David Wymack

—Wymack’s parents

—Did Wymack cry during the trilogy?

—Did Kayleigh know about the Moriyamas?

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Nora & the Foxes

—Fancast and Andrew

—Changing opinion of Foxes over the years

—Bits of the scrapped K/N/A threesome here and here

—The KxAxN AU where Kevin died

—Will there be a sequel?

—What inspired you to develop Exy?

—Fox fanfictions, collected by coldsaturn

—Why a pseudonym?

—What came first, characters or story?

—Were you the artist of the comic version?

—What did the comic-Foxes look like?

—What do you do when you’re not writing?

[aingeal98]

Since you mentioned Reverse Robins au.

I was wondering, if Cass was around for Garzonas incident (happening mostly the same as canon) and had somewhat bonded with Jason at that point.

How do you think she would react to it? Especially since Jason is claiming he didn't kill him?

(Something I am weirdly invested in my own brain's Reverse Robins AU)

Ooh really good question! The immediate thought I have is that Cass would change the nature of the story significantly, because the initial emotional hook relies on the uncertainty of whether or not Jason killed that man. He claims he didn't, Bruce isn't sure, the first big crack in their relationship is formed.

But Cass just... Wouldn't accept that ambiguity. She'd read Jason's body language and decide for herself whether he was lying or not. And so you end up with two potential storylines.

Option 1: Jason didn't kill Garzonas. The man fell to his death. Bruce being Bruce he could find a way to still make this about how he doesn't trust Jason even though he believes Cass when she tells him he's innocent. Because while Bruce and Cass are similar in moral code they do have a key difference with how they approach others with that moral code: Bruce treats his allies as a part of his mission to control. If Jason failed to save that man that means Bruce failed in trusting him. Jason wasn't good enough and Bruce is doing something wrong because Robin should be good enough always. There's a core emotion here of a father genuinely concerned with the mental wellbeing of his son after a traumatic incident but the chances of Bruce actually being able to address that instead of processing it through the lens of The Mission and Batman and Robin are uh. Slim. Meanwhile Cass... Doesn't really expect the same of her allies? If Jason failed to save Garzonas then that's not on him for not being quick enough to save him, it's on Cass for not being there. Jason is Jason it sucks that he wasn't quick enough to stop Garzonas from falling but he's not a good enough fighter to be responsible for every life. That's on Cass. Equally as unhelpful to Jason emotionally but this difference in viewpoint means there's likely to be friction between Bruce and Cass because Cass would feel compelled to defend Jason. He tried to do good, doesn't that count for something? And Bruce would point out that a man is still dead and Cass would take that to heart because she takes everything related to death to heart. Meanwhile she'd be utterly useless at comforting Jason because Jason would be feeling incredibly hurt and angry that this was even a point of contention when the man was so horrible and Cass would do her usual "Maybe he could have changed 🥺" and Jason, hurt and defensive, would snap that he didn't kill the man but he's glad he's dead. So ultimately you end up with all three family members upset and betrayed and not talking to each other until someone (probably Damian) comes around to lecture some sense into Bruce before he loses two more kids.

Option two: Jason did kill Garzonas. Bruce immediately starts spiralling and getting concerned about how Jason is doomed by his bad childhood to be innately violent and evil or whatever classist bullshit he tends to fixate on instead of showing concern for what his son has just been through. Meanwhile Cass... Wouldn't be as betrayed as she was when Kate shot Clayface but she still would be hurt because Robin killed a man... Robin thought this man deserved death, does he think I deserve death too? (The answer is obviously no because no one except for Cass would argue that she and Garzonas are morally alike but lol. Lmao. Good luck getting her to accept that.) She wouldn't be on board with Bruce's concerns because she believes that everyone can change but her insistence of this combined with Bruce's attitude would probably grate on Jason because why does he need to prove himself a good person for letting a rapist fall to his death? Maybe Garzonas should have had better balance if he was going to be such a piece of shit.

So interestingly enough despite Cass removing the ambiguity from the situation I don't think there's a way for her to make the situation better and not worse. Especially since she would be around the same age as Jason. Even if she wants to support him and tell him he's not a bad person she wouldn't have the emotional clarity or the correct mentality at that age to comprehend the root of his hurt and would probably just make him even more depressed because not only is Bruce judging him but Cass is supporting him for all the wrong reasons. Because the point isn't about whether Jason did or didn't kill Garzonas the point is that having to confront and then try to save such an evil man before watching him fall to his death is a very traumatising situation for a child to be in and the last thing he needs is judgement on his morals, regardless of whether it's Bruce's concern over Jason's true nature or Cass's self assuredness that what happened was Bad but it doesn't mean that Jason is Bad. There is no one in that house who would go "Hey maybe this evil man's death really wasn't the main problem here and wasn't a definitively Bad thing that Jason must be judged for one way or another." and so Jason would likely feel the same way he did in canon even if the insecurity was no longer from Bruce not believing him, but instead from his reaction to the truth.

Thanks for the ask! I hope this makes sense lmao I had way too much fun teasing through potential outcomes.

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 11: "Why would you even say that?! (Truth Serum)

@ailesswhumptober

T/W: Captured, Interrogation, Truth serum, Pain, Ladywhump, referenced incarceration camps

"Any luck?"

I barely hear the gruff voice of Leader over the persistent ringing in my ears. Rough gravel digs into my cheeks painfully. The world lurches violently as I attempt to sit up, gasping in pain.

"Nothing so far. She's a tough nut to crack."

"Every nut has their weakness," he murmurs darkly. "Get her up."

I cough. Beads of red soak into my lips. The fresh gash from the metal studs in his glove stings in the open air. The blow was hard enough to send my glasses clean off my face. A sharp crack reveals their location — crushed underneath Leader’s heavy booted foot. As I attempt to pull myself back to my knees, hands rip at my hair.

"Up!"

I yelp as I'm roughly dragged upwards. My feet scuffle against the dusty ground, trying to twist my head around despite the cruel grip on my dark wavy strands. Everything around me is an indiscernible blur without my glasses. 

Nngh, I can barely see anything—

"You're still not willing to talk?" he asks, voice deep and husky, "Not one word?"

I give him his answer with a silent glare of defiance. The other guards flank me on either side, each locking my upper arms in a tight grip. Sturdy power-suppressing cuffs keep my wrists chained behind my back. Cuffs that I'm all too familiar with...

Keep quiet, Cass. You're not going to give them anything.

"...heh. Fine. If that's how you want to play. I reckon you'll be changing your mind in about...ten seconds."

Nothing you do could make me talk… I vow fiercely.

Still, I brace myself, both body and mind for whatever 'persuasion' he has to offer. The only way I can keep calm right now is to imagine written scenarios playing out in my head — all of which end in me kicking them where the sun won't shine. My vivid descriptions are soon cut short by another painfully sharp tug on my hair. 

"Open her mouth."

My heart flutters in dread.

“W-wait—no don't you d—aggh!”

I jerk my head insistently as the hands grab at my face. The ugly one on my left wrenches my jaw open, the second squeezing my cheeks firmly as Leader approaches me. I get a flash of his hand pulling something from his jacket — a tiny capped vial of colorless liquid. Silently, he steps over and unscrews the cap. "The less you struggle, the easier it will be."

"Nnngh!"

I attempt to growl at him, pulling and twisting my head as he starts to tip the contents of the bottle forcibly into my mouth. In a last ditch attempt to avoid it I work up a mouthful of saliva and spit at him. Perhaps that is what prompts them to immediately plug my nose. I choke frantically, struggling to breathe as they keep my nostrils tightly pinched shut.

"That's it. Down the hatch — swallow."

I fight it. I fight it with everything I have — but the instinctive demand for air is stronger. Eventually it goes down my throat. Every bit of his 'offering'. The other two step back, letting my body drop to the floor between them. The dirt stains my torn black jeans as I start to writhe on the ground, coughing. "Good. Now we might finally get somewhere."

Leader crouches down next to me, slowly lifting up my chin with his gloved hand. "Let's start at the beginning, shall we? What is your name?"

"Nngh..."

I stare up at him with gritted teeth, flexing my fingers behind my back. I begin to respond with the most stupid name in existence because no way am I telling them my real—

"Cassandra."

Wh-what?!

"...Cassandra?"

"...C-Cassandra Reed...Ghadavri..." I continue, suddenly realising what I'm telling him.

B-but—no! No, I-I didn't mean to—Cass, what are you—w-why would you even say that?!

"Tell us, Cassandra, do you happen to go by any other names? Any...illegal aliases?"

I feel my eyes slowly widening. The words bubble up through my throat. I have a horrible feeling that it's to do with whatever stuff he just forced down it

No — fight it, FIGHT IT!

I try to. I honestly try to. I even resort to biting on my tongue but then — the pain hits.

"I-I— no—nngha!"

I choke, lurching forward. Electrifying spasms shoot across my body, burning my nerves. Fire radiates in my chest. My forehead pounds. I find myself uselessly writhing in a desperate effort to avoid the pain. My tongue bleeds as I harshly bite down on it, shuddering on the ground.

"The more you fight the truth, the more it will hurt," he declares callously, watching my whimpering form without mercy. "Definitely less messy than a traditional interrogation, wouldn't you say?"

"Hnnk! S-stop—nngh— K-Kin��et—ica...!"

The name is dragged from my lips with a small sob. "K-Kinetica...former...side...kick..."

The words are an effort to get out seamlessly through my gasps of pain, but it's enough to satisfy them.

"Sidekick? So you're a 'sigma'?"

"Nngh...y-yes..."

"And your powers? What are they?"

I cough, shivering from the prickles raging all over my skin like little needles. 

"I-I...t-tele...kinesis..."

My captors murmur together quietly in response. I barely catch what they're saying. Not until Leader reaches out to pat my head. 

"I see — and what were you doing out here on your own?”

He suddenly yanks on my hair with a growl. “Spying on us for them, were you?"

"Gnngh...them? Who—"

"Who else could I possibly mean?" he snaps impatiently. "The Pheno Group —  the Government — well, were you?!"

I blink at them tearily, shaking my head desperately. 

"N-no...I-I don't...work for them. W-we were just...trying to find shelter from—"

“‘We’?”

A guilty sob escapes me.

N-no—

"Who else was with you? Give us their names."

When I don't answer immediately, he uncorks the vial again, bringing it to my lips. "Alright. Looks like you need another dose already."

“N-no!” 

I cry out in panic, trying to shuffle away, but they pin me in place long enough for him to pour the rest of the liquid down my throat. I gag on it pathetically, coughing and spluttering until the waves of  agony return. It's enough to knock me onto my side, curling my legs into my stomach to protect myself. My strained shrieks of pain soon morph into helpless sobs as nothing takes the torturous sensations away. Nothing...except the truth.

"Nngh—E-Ec—lipse—" I grind out, tears spilling down my cut cheeks, "B-Bore—alis...P-Phoe—nix—nngha..."

One of them scribbles the names down frantically as I squeeze my eyes closed. "W-we're all...trying to fight them. Th-they took our friends...we had no choice but to…t-to run or we'd...p-please...don't hurt them..."

Another wavering cry of pain. Leader's expression is difficult to read.

"So...you're fugitives then? And they're after you?"

I merely nod my head in response, unable to meet his gaze. Silence falls between us. After a few moments, he speaks up again. "...good girl."

He folds his arms across his chest. "Thanks for being so honest, Cassandra. No further questions for now. Just keep telling us the truth and that serum won't come back to bite you. Easy, right?"

"Gnngh..."

Forcing my eyes open, I stare at their blurry forms, ignoring the tears trailing down my face. "S-so...what now? Y-you call the Dog Catchers to take us to the camps?"

"No. Not planning on it."

Even in my current state, his answer takes me aback.

Wh-what did he just—

"They'd just come and arrest us all anyway, so no. You won’t be going to the camps yet. Instead, you’ll be staying right here whilst we go and round up your little friends — all we gotta do is plug their names into the database and we'll find them soon enough."

I grit my teeth weakly. I try to drag myself up again, but my body just flops against the ground uselessly. All I can manage is a helpless shake of my head. 

"D-don't hurt them..."

"That entirely depends on how cooperative you all are. On our turf, you play by our rules. If you don't — things get messy."

He turns on his heel. "Keep the cuffs on her, just in case. I'll go and inform Mother. She'll want to know about our latest catches."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Rest up, Cassandra."

Nodding gruffly, he sweeps out of the tented area, glancing over his shoulder at my sprawled shaking form in the dirt. "Welcome to Tartarus."

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Hi! I have a couple questions about your bingo (not sure whether I'll participate but this way I'll have the info if I do) : 1) Do you accept fanart as bingo fills? And direct illustrations of pre-existing fanfics? 2) I'm not certain what ships are or aren't covered by your "no batcest" rule? Some people mean it just for the four main boys and Bruce, others include anyone even remotely bat-related, or anyone bat-related minus canon ships, or link it to adoption status (and I, uhhh… is Dick adopted now? Is Cass? Is Steph? Duke? Canon is a sprawling mess I don't follow close enough to know), or any of a dozen of in-betweens, so I'm not sure which one you mean. 3) "tag your fics": is there something specific you'd like tagged? I assume characters, relationships, and content warnings, but maybe there's more; and do you have a specific tag you'll follow for content created for the bingo? (do you plan on reblogging the fills?) Good luck with the bingo! I'm exited for more crossover Batman fics and art!

Hi! Okay so

1) yes and yes.

2) As far as ships go you can do what you want with the bingo in general, but for the ao3 collection it’d be no bruce x any of his kids (let’s go with any of them who have lived with him, not whoever’s been officially adopted or whatever). And then as far as shipping batkids goes, kinda same rules. People like Steph, Luke, and Babs are fine to ship with whoever. They’re not siblings, they’re not Bruce’s kids, etc. Don’t pair Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, Duke, or Damian with each other.

3) I don’t have a tag for this but I probably should have haha. All of the rules I put on there were for the ao3 collection. And as a far as “tag your fics,” mostly just content warnings. If it’s explicit, then some kind of indication about what’s in there. If there’s something that’s going to be triggering or a major ick for some people, then tagging lets people avoid it and all that. Tagging relationships is helpful too. And in general tagging can help people find your fic too which is always nice.

[reveseke]

Reader being a bot fighter and Hiro's friend.

PT. reader being a bit fighter and Juri's friend. PT end

Image ID. A medium sized banner made of a picture featuring 5 arcade game machines colored mainly in purple in a tilted position lined up against a wall, there is a small glimpse of mat in the far right corner of a simple 90s star arcade design with varying colors. The first machine has visible text that reads "gauntlet legends", no other text is visible. Image ID end.

Platonic, Teen!enby!reader (they/he ) x Hiro!

Kinda put around the movie . Both of y'all are minors in this & these are simple maybe a bit rouge type platonic headcanons. These really no head or tail to them lol. Ftm friendly, my content is glided towards masc-aligned & men in general.

Cw .. mentions of bot fighting | mentions of death (Tadashi) | hinted mention of depression (Hiro) | the team is declared to adopt reader and bully them out of bot fighting lol/j { tell me if i missed any, please. }

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Hiro would be impressed about bot fighter ! Reader's bots and skills. And in general that he's into bit fighting.

Sharing tips and tricks with each other on the topic of building, weapons and fighting. Both being pretty invested in the topic.

Most likely fought against him and got into talking after wards wishing each other a good day/night and luck for next fights.

Hiro would absolutely talk about R to Tadashi, easily talking the poor man's ears off on the topic of bot fighting.

Would invite them to the lab with him and Tadashi. Absolutely living for Gogo's invention.

Aunt Cass would not mind if R just plopped to the café to talk with Hiro, she would absolutely love the fact that his nephew has more friends. Will most likely become a mothering figure. Not inherently mother figure, but something alike.

Hiro will most likely see some similar things to his team's tech graved into R's bots.

R would be there for Hiro when Tadashi goes up in flames, absolutely. And other way around if there is ever something to it.

Sharing things in general, Hiro casually helping Reader with school and in turn Reader can and most likely will help Hiro with something.

Being introduced into the group and basically adopted into it. The others, other than Hiro, worried about R still bot fighting. Hiro kinda defending them and getting disapproving looks from the group lol.

��� if R is in the same school he's going to be mushed with the topic of bot fighting from time to time and they try to distract him. If not, then there's really no more to do than bully him out of it lol.

Uhh R and Hiro either going to see some bot fights, bit fight in general or Hiro goes to bot fights to cheer R on lol.

[vanoincidence]

Mare (Not Like the Horse) || Van & Ariadne

TIMING: a few weeks ago. LOCATION: frozen yogurt! not the bad one! PARTIES: @ariadnewhitlock & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: ariadne and van go out for frozen yogurt! the ladle has other plans. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

She hadn’t hung out with Van in forever. Not in as much of a forever as it had been when they hardly talked for years, but a forever nonetheless. So she’d reached out, and she’d ended up just deciding to stop by – except that wasn’t an option because of something that was up with Van’s house and so she’d asked if she wanted to go and get ice cream, and that seemed to work, and so Ariadne was stood outside the ice cream shop, nervously bouncing on the balls of her feet until she spotted Van and gave her friend a wave.

“Hi. Do you want me to pay for the ice cream? I can! I want to – I – it’s nice to see you.” Ariadne offered Van a smile. “How have you been? I – any luck with Cass? I – it’s hard to talk to her.” But she supposed that talking about that wasn’t going to do either of them any sort of good.

“I want to get  like, three flavors, at least.” That was better to talk about, and easier, and it made more sense. Besides, didn’t the two of them deserve to have some sort of good and happy and nice hang out? “I like gummy bears a lot, still. I don’t think there’s a single flavor of ice cream they don’t taste great on.” __

Van was grateful that when Ariadne had reached out about going out for ice cream, it hadn’t been the shop that she and Thea had gone to and ran from. She hadn’t seen any articles about the missing employee or the destroyed bathroom, but maybe it’d been kept under wraps. Van tried not to think about it as she kicked the end of her board, grabbing between the axle as she walked up towards Ariadne. 

“What! No, I can like, totally do that. I’ve got a lot of tip money.” The tip jar had been overflowing, and she wasn’t sure why, but even after splitting with the person on shift with her, there was still a good amount to be had. “I can pay for yours, you can pay for mine. We’ll pay together and it’ll be like we paid for each other, y’know?” She hoped that made sense. It did to her, at least. At Ariadne’s question, Van frowned. “No, I– I haven’t seen or talked to her. I tried to go over to her cave, but I totally chickened out.” She wasn’t sure why. What Cass really needed right now was a friend, not for someone to cowardly recoil. 

Her gaze flickered to the signage on the outside of the shop and Van nodded. “Three flavors is always best, and then we can try whatever else.” She had her lactaid at the ready, and so she followed Ariadne inside. “They get all hard and stuff and they get hard to chew… I think I like mostly cereal toppings, or even the cheesecake bites and stuff best.” She smiled at Ariadne. “I’m glad we’re doing this! It’s been like, forever.” A lot had happened. Her house had blown up, Ariadne had been attacked(?), and Wynne had escaped yet another cult-like existence. Nora was back, and so was Regan. Wicked’s Rest was under the spell of yet another nonsensical wave of issues, but at least she could enjoy ice cream with an old friend. 

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“Well, okay…” Ariadne hesitated for a moment. She didn’t want to argue with Van, and even though she was pretty positive it wouldn’t turn into a big argument, it was best to just fully not risk it. That was the most logical and most sensible thing. She’d had enough not-so-great times recently that she figured she really could use a real good one. It was really nice to fall back into step with her friend – even if it wasn’t exactly like it used to be, it was still good, and maybe she and Chance could both invite Van over sometime. If Ariadne remembered correctly, Van and her cousin had always gotten along well.

“I just don’t know exactly what to do about all of this.” Which felt like some flavor of failure, but not one that she could quite put a name to. At least not yet. Though maybe there was a certain part of her that didn’t want to put a name to it yet. Which was stomach-twisting in its own sort of way. “I just wanted to offer to pay, that’s all. I’m glad you get tipped well. I don’t get people who don’t tip.” Maybe that was a sort of person Ariadne could give nightmares to. It seemed a bit extreme, but so did not tipping. Like, what was up with that? “But okay, we can pay for each other. But you should totally get like, a bajillon toppings. Don’t skimp at all.” She offered Van her best and brightest smile, though said smile wasn’t quite as bright as usual.

She nodded. “It has been too long. Way, way too long.” And it was a relief that Van wanted this. Ariadne couldn’t think of the last time that the two of them had really and truly hung out, just them. “I guess they do get tough to chew. I think that’s why I like them?” She shrugged. “But cheesecake bites? That’s a genius move, Van.” She pushed the door to the shop open. “You should go first. Uh, best hu— people, first. You know?”

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“I don’t think we’re supposed to.” Van didn’t like that they didn’t know how to approach the situation with Cass, but how were they supposed to know when their friend was shutting them out? Granted, there were probably good reasons that she was doing it, but it still sucked. Van was trying not to take it personally, because nobody liked it when somebody’s hardships were made about something else. Still, Van hoped that Cass would call her up one day like old times, or just appear in front of her like she typically did, snacks in hand. 

But maybe she and Ariadne wouldn’t talk only about Cass today. Maybe this was really a means of catching up. It was a little refreshing, even if Van did want to focus on a way to break Cass out of whatever trance her dad had her under. Still, it was hard to do on an empty stomach. As soon as she smelled the jammy strawberries sitting in their metal container, it was over for any scheming. 

“People who don’t tip like, totally suck.” That was an easy opinion to fall back on, after all. Ariadne had brought it up first. She looked over at the blonde, tongue in cheek as she explained her reasoning for liking gummy worms. “That makes like, no sense, but I totally support you.” Her own jaw ached at the idea of chewing down cold gummy worms, but at least there’d be more for Ariadne! “Cheesecake bites are like, super good. Cookie dough, too.” She grabbed one of the bright paper cups and stalled next to the assortment of machines displaying their flavors of the month. “Um…. fruity or cake-y.” She looked over at Ariadne for confirmation of what she should get, “I really like the tart flavors, but sometimes I mess up and get the 0 sugar cake batter one and it totally ruins everything because it doesn’t taste good, and then I can’t throw it away because I already got it, you know?” 

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“Yeah – at least I hope so. I’d like to know what to do, but I guess it’s not always possible.” Ariadne didn’t like that train of thought, but she felt strangely comforted by Van thinking at least similar thoughts. She didn’t want to be selfish, didn’t want to make whatever was going on with Cass all about her, but Cass was her best friend and there was something that felt weird and off and she wanted to fix the problem but she didn’t know exactly how she was supposed to. She’d read so many books about how to be a good friend when she was little, and even a few as a refresher when Cass had somehow ended up being her best friend. But maybe she’d messed up, but also maybe Cass would come running back. She couldn’t leave her door unlocked, on account of almost being murdered and not wanting people like Jade to track her down, but the second Cass wanted anything, she’d be there. No matter what.

She also probably owed it to Van to tell her about the whole… well, dead thing. It was weird to keep it a secret still, even though that was the safest route, and even though Van might not get it, but Cass knew, and Wynne knew, and both of them were friends with Van and so it made sense for Ariadne to just suck it up and tell her.

“They do.” She nodded firmly. “I – yeah. You’re right. It doesn’t make sense.” But Van wasn’t judging her, so it was fine. “Those also sound super good. Oh yeah, ick! But I get it, I don’t like to waste stuff, and it’s like, I’ve already spent the money… but still. I don’t get zero sugar things. It just doesn’t make sense to me.” Ariadne made her way over to the wall of flavors. “The real question is, which one should we start with?”

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“Zero sugar is good for some people, I guess, but the aftertaste is totally weird.” There had been a lot of times where she thought she got discounted candy only to find out they were only on discount because nobody wanted them and because there was no sugar attached. She wasn’t proud of the person she’d become then, throwing them out, but at least after getting a job at Sly Slice, she could put them in a communal area and somebody would take them. 

“I always put candy on the bottom so like, when I’m upset that it’s gone, there’s another little thing there, you know?” Her dad was the one who taught her the trick. He would take her out after her mom would tell her no sugar, but he’d keep it between them. Usually, she’d run it off at the park while he played online solitaire. 

“Maybe a layer of the cake one, and then…” Van looked over the flavors, “cookies and cream is new, I think. I kind of want to try that one, and then maybe add some crushed strawberries.” She looked towards Ariadne with a smile, “what about you?” This was all so normal, and she was grateful for it. 

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“Yeah, some people have to have it, and I get that, I don’t want to be rude or anything about that, so… yeah.” At least it didn’t seem like Van was going to judge her, and if she did, then Ariadne figured that she deserved it. Not in a self-deprecating way, but just something more matter of fact.

“That’s genius!” Ariadne grinned. “I’ll try that out. Or like, layer it. Candy, then ice cream, then candy, then ice cream, and so on…” It was like the coolest sort of sandwich (literally and also just like, awesome). She was glad that her parents had always supported her love of sweets, present even before the whole dying thing.

“Those flavors are so good. I think I might do… bubblegum, and cotton candy, and then like,...chocolate vanilla swirl.” It was a lot of very sweet flavors, but that worked well, and it was fun. “I think I’ll get some blueberries too. In addition to the candy and stuff.” 

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“The layering makes it way more fun, I think. I like to put the mochi in too, but I’m not sure if they have it.” Van craned her neck to get a better look at the dessert bar that was at the end of the line. There weren’t many other people inside, which meant if they wanted to load their toppings and pay for it, then they could do that. 

“Bubblegum and cotton candy…” Van nodded, trying to imagine what the combination would taste like in an ice cream form. She didn’t think she could form the thought in her head. “Chocolate vanilla swirl sounds good, though! You can’t go wrong with that, I guess.” Van scooped some cookie dough into her cup before moving towards the cookies and cream dispenser. “Blueberries are always sort of a hit or miss, I think. Sometimes they taste like water.” 

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“Yeah, I get that. I’ve put popping boba in mine before – I like boba in bubble tea the most – got one of my professors to try that – but it can be fun on ice cream. Just anything sweet.” She wanted so badly to just say, yeah, ‘cause I need sweet stuff to live now, sort of. But when would the right moment for that be?

“It’s a weird combo, I know – but it’s super sweet which, like I said, is good… is stuff I like.” Ariadne made a small face. She scooped a few sour patch kids into her cup and turned toward the bubblegum dispenser. “You know, between the two of us, we’ve covered quite the variety of flavors. Not coffee though, but that’s too bitter of an ice cream for me. What do you think about it?”

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“Strawberry popping boba is good. I like when it’s sour, though.” Her boba order, sans frozen yogurt, was way too convoluted to explain to Ariadne here and now. Chance knew it, she thought. It was weird, thinking about the things that Chance knew about her that Ariadne didn’t because of the time that had split them apart. Well– that and a slew of other things. 

Van had no room to judge Ariadne for liking overly sweet things. After all, she dipped her beef jerky sticks into nacho cheese. “Coffee is way too bitter for ice cream, I think. I don’t know.” She scrunched her nose, thinking about the copious amounts of coffee ice cream her grandma would always get, only because she knew Van wouldn’t want any. “Give me a red bull slushie though and I’d be all over it.” She quickly filled the rest of her cup with the other frozen yogurt she wanted before moving to the small array of fixings. She started to shovel some fruity pebbles onto it, pointing with her pinky finger to the raspberries. “Do you like raspberries, too– oh, be careful– hey, um, sir–” Van rose her voice slightly after noticing that the ladle out for them to use had a sharp edge to it. “Can we get another spoon?” 

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“That makes sense. Sour stuff is good.” She nodded, double confirming. It was something that Chance knew, because he knew a lot more about Van than she did, even though he wasn’t actually from the town. But that didn’t make her feel too bad – Chance was great, and so was Van, and it was good if they were friends.

She even still had a bag of gummy Life Savers in her bag, just in case. “Yes. I think so. But some people like it. I guess.” Like some boring adults. No offense to them, Ariadne apologized in her head. “That sounds cool! Do they make those in like seven-elevens and stuff?? I know they have cherry and Coke and blue raspberry and stuff like that… not such an expert on energy drinks though.” She nodded. “Yeah, I like most any berry. Raspberries are good, and they make a wicked good jam.” Ariadne sighed, looking over at the ladle, though she reached to touch the ladle, except her hand brushed against the sharp edge and then there was glitter and her hand shot back and against her shirt and she turned on her heels. “I – uh. Gonna go get – uh. Bandaid. Outside.”

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“I actually don’t know… I don’t think so. The health department probably like, makes sure people can’t make those. I bet I could make it if I got my own slushie machine or something.” It sounded like a nightmare, and she wondered if she’d ever have the energy to clean it out considering every time she went to a fast food joint, the ice cream machine always seemed to be broken, but only because they didn’t feel like cleaning it. Van put the idea away for another day. 

“I like rhubarb jam a lot, but I don’t think you can just… eat it like you can berries.” It’d been awhile since she had any, and her mouth tinged with the promise of some later in the year if she could get her hands on it from one of the farmer’s market stalls that offered it. Her mind wandered to the jam, but faltered as she noticed the glitter practically spill from Ariadne’s hand. Van opened her mouth to speak, but Ariadne was darting towards the door. “What? A bandaid? Wait, I have some– why are yours outside?” Van followed after the blonde, digging into her bag for the kuromi bandaids. “They’re purple!” They were outside now, and Van was trying to look around Ariadne to offer the small packet. 

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“Yeah, that makes sense. I bet you’d make ones even better than the store.” Which she meant, she wasn’t trying to over compliment her friend. Even though she knew that it could easily sound that way.

“Yeah. I think you can have it in pie and stuff, but I don’t know if you can just munch on rhubarb. But I’m not an expert, and I haven’t had that much rhubarb jam, so…” 

Van followed her outside. “I – yeah. Uh, you know, for like, safety reasons?” There was glitter all over her hand. She wasn’t even bleeding that much but in her anxiety and rush to get out of the store she’d smeared it around. “I do like purple. Mixing red and blue slushies to make them purple is the best.” Ariadne looked down at the ground. “It’s – your ice cream is gonna melt.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, because she very clearly hadn’t spilled glitter paint all over herself – Van was right there. “It’s – I’ll be fine.”

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Maybe if they were girls from any other town on earth, they could talk about rhubarb jam and pie. They could discuss their favorite frozen yogurt toppings and let their belongings spill over a table as they leaned over their bowls, sharing in the delicacies they created. 

But this was Wicked’s Rest, and it offered no kindness. 

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” Van’s concern was visible on her features as she twisted around to look at the other girl’s hand. There was no red, and instead, it matched the glitter that she had seen on the ladle. “It’s um, inside. It’s totally fine. Are you…” Van stared at her hand, not quite sure how to formulate the question. “Did you….” Was this some raver thing? Was Ariadne a raver? “Are you fae or something?” She kept her voice low with the question, not knowing if fae actually had glittery blood, but the word glamor being a part of their vernacular had her thinking that maybe it went together. Maybe Stephenie Meyer had met fae, and not vampires. Vampires here didn’t glitter. 

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“Okay.” She sniffed, because she didn’t want to possibly lose Van, not when they’d only recently finally actually reconnected. 

But their town wasn’t always kind. Their town had killed her. If she’d grown up somewhere else she would still be human. Probably. Ariadne really didn’t know much of anything about how things like this worked, and except for visits to her grandparents and to Chance, she hadn’t been out of the town much at all. “Fae? I – no.” She shook her head. Van knew about fae? That at least might make some of this a little easier. “I’m – I – I’m dead. Uh.” She hit her palms against her face. “Sorry. I mean. I am dead. But not? It’s – some people say it’s called undead. I’m not a vampire though. I’m… well, something called a mare. But I promise I won’t hurt you!!” Once she’d started talking everything threatened to spill out. “I have to give nightmares to, uh, eat, but I can eat normal stuff and sugar’s really good, I think, or maybe I just like that, but I don’t ever give you nightmares. I just give them to people who are mean. But yeah. Someone fed on me, and made me this. It’s – I –” she blew a strand of hair from her face. “I get it if I should just go now.” She couldn’t help but think of Jade had looked at her – how, to some, she really was a monster.

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Maybe she shouldn’t have brought up fae. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to know about fae, and because she mentioned fae, something could happen. Hadn’t that been what kind of happened to Nora in Ireland? Wasn’t that why Regan had to go back? Van bit the inside of her cheek as she waited for Ariadne to clarify. But the answer was no, and her friend seemed confused. “You’re… dead? I mean, me, too. Like, I feel dead.” Okay, maybe the wrong way to put it. 

She knew dead people. She knew Caleb. She had been attacked by dead things. She had run-ins with them in different capacities. She’d been warned against them, and had befriended them. Was that the kind of dead that Ariadne meant? It was strange, realizing just how much she’d grown from the point in her life where she couldn’t even think of the word magic. Now, she was accepting all different forms of… maybe not magic, but oddities. “You… horses aren’t dead.” Horses could die, but that didn’t make much sense. To be a person who looked like a person and not a horse that bled glitter? Van’s head kind of hurt trying to wrap her mind around it. 

Zombies and vampires made sense– those she could understand, mostly because they were so prevalent in media. Horses were too, she guessed. But then Ariadne went on to continue explaining, and mare wasn’t a female horse, but short for something else. “Oh…” Van nodded as if it made all the sense in the world, as if she knew what the word always meant. “So not like, a horse. Okay. That makes a lot more sense, I think.” Ariadne was clearly flailing over the information she was providing, and maybe a few months ago, Van would’ve let her go. 

Instead, Van stuck out the bandaid with an unsure smile. “I’m sorry– Um. That I called you a horse. You’re not a horse. Unless you wanted to be.” How long had Ariadne been dead for? Was she supposed to ask that? Was she the Bella in this situation? “Do… you like, need this? You’re glittery, right? To hide it? Are you hurt?” 

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Ariadne did a double take for a moment at Van’s comment. There was no way that her friend was dead and she hadn’t noticed, right? Then Van was asking about horses and once again Ariadne found herself unable to explain just why she had the same name as a horse. Except that in her case, it was a shortened version of what she was (a nightmare).

“It’s short for nightmare. I think. Because that’s what I eat.” She made another face. “I – well, I’ve only been this for a couple years…” 

Van wasn’t leaving and that alone made Ariadne want to burst into tears. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve the magnificent friends that she had. “Chance, uh, knows. I told him a bit ago.” She wasn’t too keen to get into all the details right now, but figured it was important that Van knew that Chance knew. “No, I don’t want to be a horse. I like being… uh, a person.” Not human. Because she wasn’t human any longer. “Yes please. I’d like the bandaid, to hide it, yeah. I – it’s just a small cut, it’s not so bad.” She took the bandaid. “I like My Melody. But I like Kuromi too – that’s who this is, right?” She offered a cautious smile to her friend. “You sure you’re okay?”

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If Van hadn’t known Ariadne for as long as she did, knowing that she was kindness personified, then maybe she would’ve focused on the whole eating nightmares thing, but Ariadne had clarified that she only did that to mean people. Van couldn’t really understand why eating somebody who was cruel’s nightmares wouldn’t be helping them, but there was still room to learn exactly what Ariadne meant, right? 

“A couple of years.” Van frowned. That meant that Ariadne had died right under her nose. Not that she would’ve been able to do anything, obviously. They only recently reconnected, and even then… “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure if that was right, either. Apologizing for somebody’s death that had happened years ago. But she was still standing there, seemingly alive. Now, Van had to wonder if something would try to take her out in a way that spread misinformation of danger. She thought of Jade for a brief moment, but pushed the thought away. She considered giving her a picture of Ariadne and telling her to stay the fuck away, but wouldn’t it be better if Jade had no idea who Ariadne was? 

“Chance knows,” Van echoed, trying to fit the pieces of just what happened to Ariadne together. She didn’t figure she’d get that part of all this right here and now, and for once, she was okay with it. It wasn’t every day that a friend of hers told her they were dead. Then again, it had happened with Caleb. So maybe it was a little more common than she thought. “Yeah, being a person is like… way cooler. Horses kinda still freak me out.” She thought about the horse that Regan had taken her to to cure the whole hay eating thing. Would Ariadne befriend that horse, too? Van handed the bandaid over to Ariadne with a nod. 

“Yeah, kuromi. I– there were My Melody ones, but I used them all like, forever ago.” She liked Kuromi better, and it was why she was trying to save them. “Me? I’m okay! I’m not the one who–” she stopped herself from saying she wasn’t dead, and instead pivoted, “that got cut on that weird ladle thing. That’s like, a total health code violation thing, right?” She scrunched her nose. “I’m taking this like, really well, right?” Ariadne already knew what she was, so it only felt fair. “Like, um, way better than I would have before, I think. I’m not saying give me a gold medal or anything, but it’s growth!” A real, genuine smile pulled at the corners of Van’s lips as she grabbed Ariadne’s hand that’d been cut, inspecting it to make sure the bandaid covered the wound in its entirety. “Um, thank you for telling me. Do you… we can talk more about it later, but I think we should get you your weird bubblegum cotton candy mixture, right?” 

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“Yeah. A couple of years. So I – I’ll always be like, almost-twenty. In looks. I do age. Just not – yeah.” Ariadne wasn’t sure if she was making even the tiniest bit of sense but she did know that Van was listening and that was enough of a win (more than enough). “You don’t have to be sorry – but thanks.”

She wasn’t sure if she should go into the complicated details about how there were people who tried to murder her. Re-murder. Whatever the term was (she still wasn’t sure). But Ariadne didn’t want to stress Van out any more than she already probably was. If the occasion called for it, or if Van decided to ask, then she’d admit it, but not until then. The two of them were having a nice time and she’d already muddled it talking about her death. She didn’t need to scare Van, tell her about the fact that people out there liked to hunt people who weren’t human just because.

“So I just – I know you’re friends, and I didn’t want you to think you had to keep it a secret from him. He only knows like, recently. Wynne knows too. And – Cass.” She didn’t want to bring up Cass too much right now, what with all the complexities that came hand in hand with all of that, but Cass was Van’s friend too and Ariadne wanted to make sure that Van knew she could be open with other people. “Yeah, horses can be freaky.” Though she would’ve given anything to be able to be near any animal or bug or – not the point, right now.

“That makes sense. Kuromi is more your vibe – which I mean as a compliment, F-Y-I. I figure you’ll take it as that, but I just want to make sure!!” Van had been so understanding, Ariadne really didn’t want to ruin the moment by offending her. “It probably is, yeah. And thank you for taking it so well. It – well, it means everything to me.” She giggled at Van’s next words. “I think you should get a gold medal, if I was judging, I’d give you one, so…” Van grabbed her hand and that made her smile grow. Van wasn’t disgusted by her. Van, who was something exceptional and extraordinary, wasn’t repulsed. “Yeah – we can talk more whenever you want. We should go and get the ice cream, yeah.” She moved toward the door, hand-in-hand with Van. “I’m really glad we’re friends.” 

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Letters Masterlist

1796 Broadway (ao3) - rainproof, teaberryblue steve/tony, bruce/natasha M, 460k

Summary: Captain America respectfully requests that all complaints be addressed to him in writing. On paper, the nice old-fashioned way, because the computer screen hurts his eyes.

Put your phone down, Tony.

all my love (ao3) - casdoms (moffwithhishead) sam/bucky, steve/bucky M, 4k

Summary: September 7th, 1943

Steve,

Tell me something good. Tell me a story about home, about the neighborhood. Give me something to live for, here, because I’m dying. I’m fucking dying. All these guys, dying, and they’re not even –

How are you? There’s been fewer letters from you. Hope you haven’t gotten yourself into trouble. Becca said in her last letter, that she hasn’t seen you in a while. I hope you didn’t do something stupid, you fucking moron.

I’ll be unreachable for a while. Keep sending letters, if you’re not dead. I want something to read when I get back.

Yours,

B

a whole new world (ao3) - Icylightning pepper/tony T, 18k

Summary: For last six months Tony and Pepper were looking for a child to adopt but luck wasn’t on their side. Until one day, Tony receives a letter from five year old Peter Parker.

better when i’m with you (ao3) - thelilacfield wanda/vision T, 69k

Summary: He’s had a number of firsts. Virginia Reed, his first crush. Wanda Maximoff, his first kiss. Eve Simon, his first heartbreak. Mandy Fournier, the first girl who said yes when he asked her to dance. And he’s becoming increasingly certain that Sam Wilson is his first love.

Vision writes a letter each time he has a crush so consuming he can’t forget it. They are tiny pieces of his heart, written out for his eyes only, a way to say goodbye.

Until the day they’re sent out.

Christmas Letters (ao3) - thesoundofasmile clint/laura T, 6k

Summary: In the lead up to Christmas while waiting for Clint to get home, Laura remembers some instances of Natasha celebrating the holiday with the Barton family, and Nathaniel inadvertently starts a new tradition to continue to include Natasha in their celebrations.

counted days, counted miles (ao3) - CrimsonPetrichor sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Separated for months by Captain America duties and missions with the Thunderbolts, Sam and Bucky somehow still manage to keep up their domestic squabbles, browbeat each other into taking care of themselves, and deal with their not-strictly-platonic feelings.

A story told in correspondence.

Dear Sam (ao3) - QuestinWitchFace sam/bucky M, 18k

Summary: Months after the events of TFATWS, Bucky and Sam are work partners and roommates living in a house together in Delacroix. Bucky's therapist suggests that, since Bucky has trouble verbalizing his feelings sometimes, he should try writing them out in letters to the people in his life. Bucky can only think of one person he wants to write to.

Dear Yelena (ao3) - flipflop_diva T, 1k

Summary: While the Avengers wait for word on Steve's quest to return the Soul Stone, Yelena reads a stack of old letters Natasha once wrote to her.

dust off our new love (ao3) - ArabellaAM steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony’s clothes are full of dust when he finds the box.

Letters between Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes: 1942-45 (ao3) - Jakcett steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Content Summary:

Historical documents, with annotations.

Letters Never Sent (ao3) - wisteriafic wanda/vision T, 9k

Summary: Dear Family and Friends,

I’m not sure why I’m writing this. I don’t have any friends or family anymore to send it to. The moms on TV would write these holiday letters, and I guess I like the idea of putting the past year down on paper.

letters we never sent (ao3) - MissAmyShay bucky/sarah G, 6k

Summary: Bucky likes Sarah. Sarah likes Bucky.

Cass and AJ think it’s time for their relationship to progress to a new level.

Post Haste (ao3) - roboticonography steve/peggy T, 13k

Summary: Steve, Peggy, their friends and family, and a mad dash to the altar. A story in letters.

Read It and Go From There (ao3) - Write_To_You bruno/kamala G, 1k

Summary: A peek into Kamala’s mind when she reads Bruno’s letter.

Shallow Pockets (ao3) - Chargedlion T, 3k

Summary: Valentina doesn't recruit Yelena. Yelena doesn't dedicate her time to hunting and killing Clint Barton. Instead, she wakes up alone in a world without her sister.

All that was left of Natasha was her legacy and the vest she shared with Yelena. And there's something in one of the pockets.

sincerely, (ao3) - catjeno mj/peter G, 5k

Summary: It's been weeks since The Spell, since Peter Parker was erased from the Earth. And though he loves being Spider-Man full time, his new life is not an easy adjustment.

Peter needs someone to talk to. So he turns to his loved ones, in the only way he can.

The Notebooks (ao3) - Ribbonsflying steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: To cope with his new reality, Steve wrote notebooks to Bucky long before Bucky was ever found.

to live without a lifeline (ao3) - himynameisv T, 1k

Summary: She allows herself one day to grieve.

She comes out the next day—ready and not ready at the same time—to face the world.

What happened during that time is between Natasha and the dead.

(Or: Nat writes a letter, of all the things left unsaid.)

To make things right (ao3) - missingcrowdsof1000s bruno/kamala T, 3k

Summary: A peek into Kamala’s mind as she finally reads Bruno’s letter (a.k.a. an alternate ending to Episode 6, in a world where the deleted scene “Just Friends” from Episode 3 is actual canon).

waiting on my soldier (ao3) - Areiton, BladeoftheNebula steve/tony, bucky/natasha M, 13k

Summary: Here, it feels like anything is possible, like he could ask for the world and actually get it. 

It’s that, more than anything, that makes him ask, “Can I write to you. When I’m gone? I don’t--I have Bucky and Ma, but I’d sure love to have a pretty omega like you waitin’ on my letters.” 

Tony leans into him a little heavier, and squeezes his hand as the sun begins to rise, and paint the sky purple and pink. “Yes,” he says simply.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

My HONEY MY CASS!! Okay first off your Insta pls I always wanna see your beautiful face 🥹

And two this amount of Pedro content we’ve gotten from SNL? I am LIVING!!! The teacher skit I literally felt my soul leave my body because he just looked so?? good??? and all I could think about was either professor morales who is tried and barely has his slides together but does an amazing lecture series and everyone LOVES HIM or a grumpy professor Peña who is a hard ass grader and known for his intimidating tired scowl but all his students know he would go up to BAT for them and helps with extra credit shit all the time and I just 😵‍💫

What was your favorite look or skit!!?? Also omg I’ve already started replaying the last of the us and I forgot how bad I am especially when it comes to crawling and sneaking up on enemies so I just keep saying “Joel Miller give me strength” under my breathe and my sister dies laughing every time whoops 🧟‍���️

But wow happy the last of us Sunday and happy February! I hope this month brings you warmth and kindness and so much love 💕 💝 💌

Hey girl!! Please stop it!! I am not beautiful 👎🏾

The teacher skit had me dying! I think it was my favorite one because of the videos. Some of them were so random. The one of him blowing his nose had me crying laughing.

I'm just happy he was able to experience that! He looked like he had so much fun. I'm so proud of him!

Right now, I'm practicing for an interview because I have to actually give a presentation/teach a lesson and I'm freaking out. Wish me luck!

Anyways, I love you and thank you for always dropping in to chat 💙

[esonetwork]

The Earth Station DCU Episode 329 – Gotham Knights

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The Earth Station DCU Episode 329 – Gotham Knights

This Week on Earth Station DCU! Drew Leiter and Cletus Jacobs review the Gotham Knights Premiere. The Manhunter continues to hunt the Green Team, while Starman and Warlord attempt their plan to resurrect Good Lucks. Orion uses his galactic GPS to find Earth in Danger Street #4. A Justice League mission causes Superman to become lost in time taking him twenty years to come home in Superman: Lost #1. Selina completes her mission to break into the Batcave, but Harvey follows her with an army in Catwoman: Lonely City #3. Huntress travels back into the past in search of Dr. Fate to help her stop Degaton from killing her JSA in the future in Justice Society of America #3. Stephanie and Cass take on the Mad Matter when they are invited to a tea party in Batgirls #16. Diana goes to Olympus to make peace with Hera in Lazarus Planet: Revenge of the Gods #1. All this plus, DC News, DC TV, Shout Outs, and much, much more!

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Table of Contents

0:00:00 Show Open

0:01:15 DC News

0:20:28 Danger Street #4

0:27:50 Superman: Lost #1

0:33:56 Catwoman: Lonely City #3

0:42:13 Justice Society of America #3

0:47:02 Batgirls #16

0:57:08 Lazarus Planet: Revenge of the Gods #1

1:06:05 The Flash S9 Ep7 – Wildest Dreams

1:17:20 Superman & Lois S3 Ep2 – Uncontrollable Forces

1:29:48 Gotham Knights S1 Ep1 – Pilot

1:47:04 Show Close

Links

Danger Street #4

Superman: Lost #1

Catwoman: Lonely City #3

Justice Society of America #3

Batgirls #16

Lazarus Planet: Revenge of the Gods #1

Batman Family (1975-1978) #6 (Cletus’s Read More Comics Pick)

Earth Station One Tales of the Station

Earth Station One Tales of the Station Vol. 2

The Chameleon Chronicles: Colors of Fate

The Chameleon Chronicles: Sisters of the Thorn

If you would like to leave feedback, comment on the show, or would like us to give you a shout out, please call the ESDCU feedback line at (317) 564-9133 (remember long distance charges may apply) or feel free to email us @ earthstationdcu@gmail.com

[straightred-if]

welcome to thornwell fc. your career starts now.

as a new signing, you’re eager to prove yourself to your new teammates. it might prove to be more difficult than you anticipated, though, since not all of them are comfortable with change...

good luck. you’re going to need it.

straight red is rated 18+ for language and potential sexual content.

fully customizable MC

(hopefully) accurate depictions of soccer

drama on and off the pitch

choose one love interest, more than one, or none at all

slice-of-life style storytelling

BRIGGS MCMILLAN (31, M): the captain of thornwell fc. a powerful presence in the defensive position. a gentle giant with a heart of gold, even if he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer. 

6′5″. scottish. broad-chested with ruddy curls, too many freckles to count and neatly trimmed stubble. 

JUDE SCHOFIELD (24, NB): thornwell’s effervescent striker. quick on their feet and even faster with the ball, they’ve emerged as one of the brightest young players in the league. due to their arrogant nature, people either love them... or hate their guts.

5.”7. welsh-filipino. keeps their long dark hair in a bun. right arm is covered in an intricate tattoo sleeve.

DR. CASSANDRA (CASS) WRIGHT (27, F): thornwell’s lead doctor. after completing her medical degree at oxford, she decided to stay in england. a smart and capable woman who never takes herself too seriously.

5′4″. african american. keeps her hair cut close to her scalp. dark brown eyes framed with tortoise-shell glasses.

DEMO TBA

[nerdasaurus1200]

Things/Lyrics of Crossing the Line in various dubs that hit different

French

Rapunzel only saying "Cassandra" instead of Cass the entire time

Rapunzel not saying "wait"

"Cassandra listen." "That's all I do!"

"I know that isn't true" turning into "You might be wrong"

"So today I'm choosing my fate"

"I'm taking my rights back"

"And today I'll change my fate"

Italian

Rapunzel sounding angry and firm when she calls Cassandra's name and Cass stopping

"This story mustn't go any further"

"No! I am saying 'enough'!"

"You thought you were my friend but you don't lack any compliance or hypocrisy"

"I go with the losers. You are beyond."

"Thanks to you I surely won't forget it (the line)"

"But for me there's no place"

"But a line is no longer a limit for me."

Korean

"Don't behave like this"

"Enough now with this idea that we are friends, cuz I'm fed up with that high and mighty manner of yours."

"Now look me in the eye." "Why?"

"Don't you feel it too?" "I don't know..."

"Wait? I don't want to anymore"

"I've bumped against countless walls"

"I'm not going to stay quiet anymore"

"I'll find again the me I lost."

Norwegian

"It's you who has to stop!"

"Stop believing you've been my friend while making me feel small over and over again like you've always done."

"I know you're good" "Am I?"

"So before new walls are raised and everything we've had is lost, just wait"

Cass saying wait as if she's confused and trying to understand the meaning of the word

"Why is there always someone taking the top? What about all those who haven't got any chances?"

"I wanted to be nice and good"

"I go with the lost"

"All I ever wanted was just to be part of the troops, but this you've never let me change

"I've been seeking, and found something right."

"All those years spent unseen"

"After everything that's happened, it's enough! Just you wait, it's my turn!"

"Now I'm fed up."

Swedish

"You think like usual to be my friend while talking to me like some sovereign, just like you've always done."

"This can't be real" "You sure?"

"You feel the same" "It feels familiar."

"And please hold up, and remember your calling" "My calling...? I can hear my calling."

"I can see the line between a king and a soldier"

"I can see the line between the chosen and the outcast."

"And despite everything I've been bearing and suffering, we're still just the way we were born"

"I'm always empty handed, you a lass of luck."

"That line between lady in waiting and a comrade was a line you kept changing to your heart's content"

"The way to get to stand by your side was steep."

"But the choices you had, I never did."

"How ashamed I've been, my life's felt so awkward."

"No I won't be falling back anymore."

"Pave the way, watch out, I can see hope"

"With a burning glow, I can change myself relentlessly, cause I'm burning my bridge"

"I'm burning my bridge" slowly becoming "I'm burning our bridge" by the end

[spookiekewchie]

caffeine kisses ☕️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader

Summary: The one where you meet Captain America in a coffee shop

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: it’s fluff, language, me finding a way to work in Sam being called Daddy (but it’s cute though and not in a kinky way), talk of the reader being pregnant

A/N: So this is my submission for  @syntheticavenger​​‘s How it Started/How it’s Going Challenge. I love the prompt I got, and I hope you enjoy it. 

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

☕️ ☕️

Sam Wilson // paying it forward with a coffee

☕️How it started…

“Shit—sorry, I think I left my wallet at home.” The man muttered at the counter, sighing heavily as he pulled his phone out to seemingly text someone, and stepped out of line. You watched him go as you stepped up to the counter, he looked stressed. Like he’d had a long night, and was about to have an even longer day. It likely wasn’t your business but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about him. 

“Put his coffee on my card.” You said, catching his eye before he made it out the door. He looked as if he were about to protest, but you simply turned back to the young man behind the register and rattled off your order. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” The man said when you moved out of the line to wait for your name to be called. “Thank you.” He added, shoving his hands into his pockets as he regarded your features carefully. You simply nodded, eyes narrowed slightly when you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had seen him before. It wasn’t until he offered up a smile that it clicked in your mind and your eyes went a little wide. You’d seen him on your television just last week publicly shaming a group of politicians after the whole Flagsmashers fiasco. It was just your luck that you’d run into the new Captain America while you were dressed down in your workout clothes and he was apparently trying to be incognito. 

“Just pay it forward the next time you get coffee.” You shrugged it off, debating whether or not you should say something more. What could it hurt? You think before opening your mouth again to speak. “Besides, it’s not every day a girl gets to save Captain America.” You whispered just low enough for him to hear. He laughed loud enough to draw a few stares, sobering up just a little when he noticed the stares. “The baseball hat and sunglasses combo was a good try through.” 

He laughed again, quieter this time with a little chuckle that made his shoulders shake. “What gave me away?” He questioned, and suddenly you felt your face heating up at the thought of telling him how you’d recognized him. You heard your name being called as your drink and his were set on the counter. Taking a step towards it he followed, looking at you expectantly as he waited for your answer almost as if he were hoping you’d keep talking to him. 

“It was your smile. I recognized it.” You admitted, making it a point to focus your attention on the steaming cup of coffee in your hands. Not looking at him meant missing the soft smile that your answer had drawn onto his lips. 

“I’m glad you did.” 

☕️How it’s going…

The bed was empty when you woke up, something that made you pout until the smell of coffee wafted into the room. You sighed, sitting up in bed and looking to the window where a bright stream of sunlight was shining into the room. The ring on your finger glittered in it, and you felt what you hoped was an excited swoop in your belly at remembering the night before and how Sam had proposed in the middle of dinner with his family. 

You remembered Sarah hugging you so tight that you thought you might pop. You remembered Sam teasing Bucky about being next when he caught the super soldier staring longingly at Sarah while she gushed over the ring. Both of you shot Sam a look that clearly told him to mind his business, and let Sarah and Bucky take things at their own pace. Then there were the two boys who had already taken to calling you their Aunt months before the engagement. 

It had been Cass, the younger of the two, that had blurted out that he couldn’t wait to have a new cousin. 

You pressed a hand to your stomach at the memory, little did Cass know that you were already pregnant and had yet to tell Sam. You’d been nervous at first, despite knowing that you and he had already talked about what you’d like your shared future to be. But you hadn’t planned for it to happen so soon, but a few days of missed birth control pills had been all that it took for your plans to change drastically. 

You sighed at the thought, pushing yourself out of bed to brush your teeth and grab a quick shower. By the time you came back into your shared bedroom Sam was back, and from what you could tell he’d brought coffee with him. 

“What’s this?” You questioned with a fond smile, padding your way over to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. Carefully he pulled you into the bed beside him, that warm smile of his that you loved so much fixed firmly in place. 

“I figured I’d surprise you with your favorite drink.” He replied playfully, stealing another kiss from your lips as he pressed a cup of coffee into your hands before grabbing the other for himself. You took a sip, watching him with a dopey little smile on your lips as you made the decision to tell Sam the good news. Setting your cup of coffee on the nightstand before straddling the man’s lap. “What’s that look for?” He questioned, lifting his cup to his lips to take a long drink from it before he set it aside next to yours. Big warm hands settled against your ass, squeezing lightly as you just chuckled and let your own fall against Sam’s broad chest.  

You took a breath, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment as you tried to think of the best way to put it into words. “So you know how we talked about kids one day?” You began, and Sam nodded silently. “One day came a little faster than expected.” Again he said nothing, but you could see the cogs of his mind turning as you processed what you were trying to tell him. When it finally clicked the grin on his lips was instant as he surged forward to kiss you happily. You leaned into him, the taste of coffee still on his lips. 

“You serious?” He questioned, pulling back to look up at you in wonder.

You nodded, his happiness making any worry that you might have had evaporate in an instant. “You’re gonna be a daddy.” 

That only seemed to add to his joy, and before you knew it Sam had you pressed into the sheets of your shared bed as his kisses peppered your body. “How far along are you?” He questioned, lips brushing against your stomach. 

“Just a couple weeks.” You wiggled against the bed, a laugh bubbling out of you as his lips tickled against your skin. “Are you happy?” 

Sam sighed, the sound content and utterly pleased with both himself and you. 

“First you say yes to marrying me, now you tell me we’re having a kid? Darlin’ I’m so fucking happy.” 

[fiercestpurpose]

Thinking a LOT of thoughts about a C/W adaptation (I’m thinking about an animated series, a comic, or a novelization. Live action is out of the question, obviously, because it’s an inferior art form.)

Foreshadowing!!! This would be soooo good. For each member of the Chime, there is stuff you can pull on and tease early. Other characters too, like Ibex and Orth and Kobus and Jill, can be written differently when you know what’s coming for them later.

Just slap Austin’s first paragraph of the into onto the first page or screen, as is. We could have made them look like anything, but we made them look like us.

The faction game. So for an animated series I was thinking that you could do a news broadcast at the start of each episode. Just a short little thing that says what’s going on in the world, from an obviously biased perspective. This could also be a way to keep Jamil involved in the story. For a comic, I was thinking a few pages at the end of each issue. Like extra content that doesn’t directly impact the story (yet) but is there, definitely. Could maybe be in different forms - think of what the current X-line is doing in terms of medium, where there are memos and graphs and maps and reports included. For a novelization, it would be pretty straightforward. Short interludes between chapters, or, like the comic, they could be in a different form, a memo from the executives or something. Ultimately, I think you would need to cut a lot of what happens in the faction game, to really focus in on what is the most important to shaping the overall story or the most important thematically. Which is a shame because the faction episodes are fun, but I think you could keep enough to keep the spirit of it.

The Kingdom Game. I think this would actually be pretty easy to adapt. For a comic, you get another artist to do those issues, for an animated series, you switch styles pretty drastically (possibly mute colors in both?), for a novel you just write it. I think the key to it is making sure that the audience knows that Addax is really Cass-as-Addax and Orth is really AuDy-as-Orth, like these are our characters being forced to reenact the events of the past. One option would be having the characters wearing masks, like you can see that Mako is wearing a Sokrates mask. For an animated series, you could simply keep the voice actors, so Jace is voiced by Aria’s VA and so on. In a novel, it would be pretty straightforward to occasionally remind the reader, whenever they’ve just about forgotten, that it’s someone else looking out through those eyes.

The music - animated series adaptation can expand the music but it can’t change it! It has to keep it, this is so so important! Other adaptations, well, you’re out of luck. Except maybe the audiobook of the novelization. Also I feel like the audiobook of the novelization has to be read by Austin.

An Animal Out of Context and Visions from the Window - These episodes are undoubtedly important, but it’s hard to know what to do with them. C/W is maybe the most experimental FatT season, so it has kind of a fractured quality that actually is crucial to what makes it good (it’s Modernist in that way). I think a novelization could get away with including them, as long as they don’t both come near the end. I’d be tempted to put the Tower Game in about a quarter or a third of the way through the book - the readers don’t have the context for it yet, but they will, and this gets them used to the fractured, time-skipping quality of the narrative. Maybe in an animated series you could put them both before the finale, as sort of special episodes that are building up to a conclusion (I’m thinking of the end of Naruto lol). For comics, if we take something like WicDiv as our guide, then you end up publishing these as special stand-alone issues, not included in the main narrative. And maybe that’s okay, maybe the Tower Game isn’t critical to the forward progress of the story, but that solution seems unsatisfactory to me.

Apostolosian pronouns are just gonna represent a choice you have to make. Decide what you’re doing with them and then implement it consistently.

The time jump is maybe the most problematic thing for me. It’s easy enough to adapt something with a time jump - you just include the time jump - but I don’t know if it would be satisfying to an audience. In a novel, one solution might be to mess with the whole timeline of the story, so that the action of the pre-time skip takes place over the span of several years (which is not impossible), so that the reader gets used to there being these long stretches of time between each action-packed event. A similar thing might work in comics. Revisiting the question of the faction game, you could have each arc in the game be an arc in the comics, and then the final issue of each trade could be purely faction game - again, it acclimates the reader to moving in and out of the direct events.

It is important in the time skip that you redesign the characters. Aria and Cass in particular should look noticeably different pre and post time skip. New outfits, new lines on their faces, new hairstyles. Post time skip Orth should have deep deep circles under his eyes, on account of how he never sleeps.

Hieron! Okay, this is just a fun point, but Hieron-the-anime has to exist in the world. In the kingdom game we get a glimpse of Orth’s screen and it’s obviously paused on a moment of Ephrim looking cool. Also, I need to see Aria bedecked in Adelaide’s pearls. I need it. This works best in comic and animated series form, of course, but I think if you could be subtle enough in a novelization, you could include it there too. Don’t be obnoxious about it, of course, but a few nods here and there would be fun.

The last scene is perfect. Leave it as it is in every adaptation.

I’m sure there’s things I’m forgetting bc there’s so much going on in C/W, and it’s been a couple years since I listened to it all the way through. Let me know what you think/how you would adapt it/what parts you’d find most difficult/etc.

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt18

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“And what price are they going to have to pay for your magic?” Marinette couldn’t help but smile at the protective tone in Bruce’s voice as he glared at Plagg. She was beyond relieved that he seemed to be a good person and even her Guardian instincts were calm around him.

“The Miraculous are all about balance. In our case, as true Chosen, they affect us whether we use them or not. That’s why Cass’ life has been so difficult and mine has been relatively calm. Actually being in possession of Plagg’s ring will make things better for her. As for other holders, it varies. The longer you hold a Miraculous the more it pulls out certain traits in you. Good or bad depends on both the person and how in tune with the Miraculous they are.” Chloe’s over protective nature and Adrien’s possessiveness were both likely side effects of being holders but there was no way for her to know for certain.

“So they begin to turn you into a different person?” Marinette was shaking her head before he was even finished. She really wasn’t good at explaining things to other people.

“No. Any traits that the Miraculous bring out were already there. If anything they bring out a person’s true nature so they can’t hide who they really are. My former partner for instance was always showing his best face to the world around him but Plagg’s influence allowed those looking for it the ability to see some of his less desirable qualities. Especially when transformed.” While it made perfect sense that the ring had brought out the things Adrien felt he had to hide from the world, she still felt guilty. She also had to wonder how different his life would have been if she’d found her real Black Cat sooner. Cass burrowed into her side.

“Not your fault.” Marinette just hugged her twin closer. Even if Fu had picked Adrien, as the current Guardian he had still been her responsibility. She’d let her knowledge of his personal life define how she treated him when she should have simply judged his actions as a hero. It had been reckless and irresponsible. She’d put everyone at risk. She felt a vibration at her side and actually laughed when she realized Cass was purring to calm her down.

“Well if I needed any more proof that you are Plagg’s chosen, the fact that you’re picking up cat traits without even having the ring on you would have done it.” Cass stopped abruptly and buried her head into Marinette’s shoulder with an embarrassed whine. Mari just grinned and kissed her temple to try and soothe her. “At least yours is cute. The first trait I picked up was reflex bleeding.” It was a small consolation that Lila had a rash for over a month after grabbing her.

“Do I want to know what that is?” Marinette offered Bruce a commiserating smile. It was a lot to process.

“My skin secretes a toxic substance when I feel threatened. Sadly enough it’s actually helped in battles before. Poor baby August tried to eat me a few times while Akumatized.” Bruce just blinked at her and Marinette could practically hear him thinking ‘what the fuck?’ She grinned at him. “Once you’ve actually been through an Akuma attack, remind me to show you footage of past battles. It will prove educational and quite possibly entertaining.”

“You expect me to be entertained by one of my children almost being eaten?” He sounded insulted at the suggestion but Marinette rolled her eyes.

“No, but the fact that Hawkmoth tends to Akumatize the worst suited people into villains should. The only reason he’s still around is because he’s a coward. If I could find him all of this would be over in a heartbeat. Hopefully with Cass here my luck will keep shifting for the better.”

“I thought you were the one with good luck.” Mari let out a frustrated breath.

“Technically yes. However having the Miraculous active, especially with the ring being held by someone so much less in tune than I am, has been affecting me. It’s gotten better since I added other permanent holders but certain things haven’t improved at all. Also, the Kwami are of the opinion that Cass and I rubbed off some of our luck on each other in the womb. It’s likely the reason she ended up with you around the same time I first became Ladybug. Being together will allow us to buffer each other.” Bruce was still frowning at her but it seemed more contemplative than anything else.

“Cass.” She watched her sister peek at Bruce from her position. “What do you want to do?” Marinette let out an approving hum at the question. She got a strange sense of satisfaction that he treated Cass with such care even though she wasn’t his. He wasn’t as warm as her parents, but it was obvious he did care.

“Stay. Help.” Bruce let out a sigh but nodded. Cass relaxed further and Marinette could feel contentment radiating off her.

“So Selina said you’re a fashion designer?” Marinette rose an eyebrow at the subject change. “Since there’s nothing more to be done at present about what’s going on in Paris and it doesn’t appear to be an urgent issue, I would like to get to know you and I’m sure Cass does too.” She felt Cass nod.

“Yes, I’m a fashion designer. It was always what I wanted to do, but my actual start was one of the first twists of fate after I got my Miraculous. I ended up designing something for Jagged Stone and everything just sort of took off from there.” Cass stiffened slightly and Marinette saw Bruce’s eye twitch.

“You’re the designer he’s always bragging about?” Marinette felt her face flush. It hadn’t really occurred to her that he would be familiar with Jagged. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “The boys are not going to leave you alone. Dick, Jason, and Tim have a running bet over who can get a commission from you first. I apologize in advance for whatever happens at dinner.” She laughed at his dry tone and caught Cass’ smile out of the corner of her eye.

“I assure you it can’t be worse than Uncle Jagged himself. He introduces me to all my new clients and I swear it gets more embarrassing every time. I’m fairly certain he practices just to annoy me.” Bruce’s mouth twitched into something between a smile and a grimace.

“Do not underestimate the boys’ ability to be annoying or embarrassing. That’s not even counting the fact that Damian is likely to challenge you to a duel in order to prove that he’s meant to be my true heir and I have no idea what weapons he managed to smuggle on the plane.” Marinette rolled her eyes. Why wasn’t she surprised?

“I take it Talia’s teachings are still strong?” He frowned at her. Oh right, he didn’t know she knew. “When she and Ra’s were in Paris she enjoyed bragging about him and his bloodlines. That’s how I figured out you were Batman. But don’t worry, I can handle him.” The skeptical look he shot her just made her grin. “Trust me. Besides, I just have to prove I’m not a threat to him. Given that I have no wish to take over your business and I have my own hero problems to worry about there’s no reason for him to take issue with me.” Bruce still seemed uncertain but Cass signed something at him and he nodded.

“I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.” While Bruce obviously doubted her, she felt nothing but confidence from her twin. As nervous as she was to meet the others, Damian trying to kill her wasn’t that big a problem. At least with him, she knew what to expect.

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[faetedwill]

Twist the Knife || Sloane & Cass

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Sloane’s house PARTIES: @faetedwill @stolensiren SUMMARY: Cass goes to Sloane’s house without her knowing and has a conversation with her mom.  CONTENT WARNINGS: Allusions to emotional abuse 

The plan was one that had been festering in Cass’s head for a while now. Since before the almost-kiss at the froyo shop, though that had solidified it a little more. She knew now, for certain, that Sloane liked her back. She was sure of it. And if something was holding the other girl back, making her hesitate… Wouldn’t Cass be doing her a favor by removing it? It was clear that the cause of her uncertainty was somehow tied to her parents, and while Cass might not have any real experience when it came to parents, she knew how to charm people. She could make Sloane’s mother like her if she tried, and then the complications would all fall away. She knew they would.

So… She used the skills she’d built up as a con artist to her advantage. She made her way over to Sloane’s house when she knew the other girl would be in class, and she knocked on the door. The woman who answered had features Cass definitely recognized from spending way too much time staring at Sloane’s face, enough that she knew this must be her friend’s mother, so she put on her most charming smile. “Oh, hi! Sorry, I was looking for Sloane, but… I just remembered her classes started back, so she’s probably there, huh?” She made a show of taking out her phone to check the time, wrinkling her nose. “I’m so sorry to bother you. I, um… If it’s okay, could I wait here for her to get home? If not, I can just have her meet me at the coffee shop around the corner. It’s definitely no big deal!”

Mrs. Kennedy heard the knock on the door from the kitchen, and while Steve made no move to alert to the sudden guest, confusion still settled upon her, as she hadn’t been expecting anyone’s company, at least until Sloane and her father came back from their respective duties. As she pulled open the door, Mrs. Kennedy was surprised to see a girl not much older than Sloane standing before her, though she was unrecognizable. “You were looking for Sloane?” With a tilt of her head, she looked past the young girl, immediate suspicion being this girl had bullied her daughter in some way. Even though Sloane never let on, she wasn’t stupid— she knew her daughter. 

At the young girl’s insistence that she could instead leave, Mrs. Kennedy shook her head. “No, no. Of course you can wait inside.” The banshee’s mind started to work around what this girl could possibly want. “Please.” She took a step to the side, a gracious smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “How did you say you knew my daughter again?” After the girl was inside, she let the door close behind her before leading the way to the kitchen. Steve looked up lazily from the couch before going back to his nap. Strange that he seemed unbothered by the new company. 

“Would you like me to put some tea on?” Mrs. Kennedy asked, hand on the steel kettle that sat atop the stove.

She was invited inside, which was really the hardest hurtle to climb here. If Sloane’s mom had told her to leave, Cass would have been pretty much out of luck. Finished before she began, with no hope of making a second first impression. So she took the invitation as a victory, flashing a bright smile as she came into the familiar entryway. “Hi Steve,” she whispered to the dog, giving him a little wave before looking back to Sloane’s mother.

“Oh, we’re friends! We, um, went to the zoo together not long ago. Got matching keychains!” She flashed the sloth keychain with another grin. “Sloane’s broke, but I’m going to have my friend teach me how to make her something way better. Maybe, like, a little sloth figurine.” The first step of any good con was to make yourself likable, and the first step to making yourself likable was to show that you had something in common with your mark. Cass didn’t know much about Mrs. Kennedy. Sloane didn’t talk about her parents often, and she did it even less after the Window Incident that had occurred the last time Cass had been in this house. But… Cass knew that Mrs. Kennedy cared about Sloane. And that wasn’t something she had to pretend to have in common with her — it was something she already did. 

She followed Mrs. Kennedy into the kitchen, trying not to make it too obvious that she’d been there before. She didn’t know if Sloane was allowed to have company over when her parents weren’t home, and the last thing she wanted was to get her friend into trouble. “I’d love some tea, sure! Do you want any help making it?” This was something she’d picked up in foster care; adults preferred kids who made themselves useful. Cass was pretty good at it. “I can get some mugs down if you tell me where they are. Maybe one for Sloane, too? For when she gets here.”

Mrs. Kennedy raised a thoughtful brow, head tilted to the side. She, of course, hadn’t heard of Sloane making trips to the zoo. It wasn’t as if her daughter needed to tell her everything, but she at least expected to hear about new friends, especially considering how few she actually had. “That’s darling.” It wasn’t hard, keeping her smile intact. The young woman was polite enough, and it was clear that Sloane would only keep company that suited her. Smart girl, Mrs. Kennedy thought to herself. As she continued on, explaining that Sloane’s keychain broke and she’d be taking the time to make an entirely new one, Mrs. Kennedy nodded thoughtfully. So they were close, then. 

The girl was not fae, that much she could tell. Nor was she undead. Not that her daughter would keep such company, but the concern still riddled the back of her mind. Mrs. Kennedy let out a soft sigh. “That’s very thoughtful of you. You know, she’s never had quite so many friends…” It occurred to her then that she hadn’t asked the young woman’s name. With no intention to take it, Mrs. Kennedy flexed her hands against the kettle before turning around to address her. “What may I call you? I would hate to continue to think of you just as Sloane’s friend.” The blonde smiled, pearly whites visible, before she turned around towards the cabinets. 

The camping-grade mugs sat inside, upside down. “Oh, don’t you worry yourself. Just relax, I’d love to hear about your trip to the zoo. You know, Sloane doesn’t tell me much these days. It’s nice to hear she’s able to enjoy herself outside of that sketchbook of hers.” Mrs. Kennedy took out two mugs, hesitating for a third, before grabbing it eventually. She knew Sloane would be home soon enough, so it wouldn’t hurt to offer her daughter some tea, too. “We have quite a few different types. They’re in the cabinet just over there.” Mrs. Kennedy jutted her chin in the direction, before moving to fill the kettle with some water. It occurred to her then, that out of everyone in Sloane’s life, this may be their best bet. Sloane’s activation had been put on hold for long enough, and she herself had been activated since the age of fifteen. Even her own mother felt it crude to keep Sloane from her purpose for this long, but the opportunity hadn’t presented itself, at least, not until now. 

It seemed to be going well enough. Sloane’s mom seemed a little surprised to see Cass, but… There was a pleasantness to it. Like she hadn’t been expecting for Sloane to have a friend stop by, but she was glad for it. Relieved, even. Cass didn’t often tap into the empathetic abilities her siren heritage awarded her intentionally, but she knew enough to recognize them when they were there. She knew enough to know that Sloane’s mother wasn’t angry she was here, wasn’t upset. And if Sloane’s mom ended up liking her… That would be one problem solved, wouldn’t it? She could point it out to her friend, say look, we’re going to be okay and offer some proof to the claim. She could kiss her in a froyo shop and not feel like it needed to be a secret, guarded thing. 

“Really?” It felt a little surprising, the thought that Sloane had never had a lot of friends. Cass couldn’t imagine anyone meeting her and not adoring her right away. “People are definitely missing out, then. She’s kind of, like, one of my favorite people.” She blushed a little as the words tumbled out, definitively true but maybe not something to say to your crush’s mom while you waited for said crush to come home. Clearing her throat, she smiled a little. “Cass,” she introduced herself. “Do you, um, prefer to be called Mrs. Kennedy?” 

She watched as Mrs. Kennedy navigated the kitchen, continuing to pretend that she hadn’t been here before. She glanced briefly over to the counter where she and Sloane had made their PB&Js just before Mrs. Kennedy and Sloane’s father came home and the moment was shattered, thought about how nice it would be if nothing like that had to happen again. Wouldn’t it be better? Wouldn’t it be so much more enjoyable if she could hang out in Sloane’s house without a ticking clock over her head? “Oh, but her sketches are so good! She’s really talented, you know? My older sibling is an artist, and I swear one day I’m gonna get them to hang Sloane’s stuff up in their gallery. It would fit in, I mean, with how great she is.” It was clear from Cass’s tone that she believed what she was saying, clearer still that she genuinely cared about Sloane, and she thought that would be good here. She thought it might make Sloane’s mother like her more, accept her more. That was all she really wanted.

“Oh, is she?” Mrs. Kennedy watched Cass for a moment before nodding. “She is quite special isn’t she?” There was no mistaking it. This was a crush. She had had plenty of them to know the signs. The young girl looked as though she’d do anything for Sloane, and Mrs. Kennedy would make sure of that. Even if Cass had not yet professed it, she would get her wish— to uplift Sloane in the way that she, herself had been trying to do so. “That’s a wonderful name. Is it short for anything?” Mrs. Kennedy hummed under her breath as she moved back to the stove, turning the dial until flames danced along the bottom of the steel. 

“You can call me Shannon, if you wish. Most of my friends do.” Though she and Cass would never get to that point, the young girl could pretend that was the case if she wanted. It wouldn’t be until she understood Sloane’s relationship with Cass that she would move towards the end goal: her daughter’s activation. To simply end the young girl’s life once Sloane waltzed through the door would be too delicate. If Sloane did not feel the same, then it would be a loss. Fate would surely be disappointed in her haste. “She didn’t want to draw at first, I don’t know if she told you this or not.” Mrs. Kennedy watched the kettle for a moment longer before she turned her attention to Cass. “It was about patience that drove her towards learning. It’s a funny thing, determination.” Mrs. Kennedy sighed and waved a hand in the air. “But yes, you’re correct, she is quite good. She has a certain eye for things that others don’t.” Things that people like you wouldn’t understand, Shannon concluded in her head. “Did you find the tea you wanted?” She asked, taking note of the way that Cass seemed rooted to the cheap linoleum. 

“Definitely,” Cass agreed with an enthusiastic nod. She was probably being obvious, but… It was okay if Sloane’s mom knew that Cass had a crush on her daughter, wasn’t it? It didn’t mean anything one way or another. Even if Cass’s crush was requited — which Cass did suspect it was — this wouldn’t reveal it. If Sloane and Cass did end up as more than friends and she didn’t want her mom to know about it, this wouldn’t jeopardize that. But if Sloane was hesitant because she was afraid her mom wouldn’t like Cass… This could solve things completely. It was a no-lose kind of situation. Those were Cass’s favorite kind. “It’s short for Cassidy,” she replied, with a nod, “but, like, nobody really calls me Cassidy.” Not that she didn’t like the name; she had picked it out herself, after all. 

Getting on first name basis with Mrs. Kennedy — with Shannon felt like something of a win, and Cass beamed like she’d just won the lottery. “Shannon,” she repeated. “That’s a pretty name, too.” It felt like she was making real headway here, like she was accomplishing something, and she was suddenly filled with a rush of excitement for Sloane to come home. It would be something tangible she could show her, something real. A way of saying it’s okay, I can be good, I can be enough, please just let me be enough. With the near kiss proving that Sloane really might share her feelings and this interaction totally ending the notion that Sloane’s mom simply wouldn’t like her, there shouldn’t be much of anything holding them back. “Really? I never would have guessed that. She seems so into art now, I guess I assumed she always was.” She smiled faintly, warmed by the idea of learning something new about someone she cared for so deeply. She was pulled from the fond thought by Shannon’s question. “Oh!” She’d forgotten about the tea altogether, so focused on her ‘mission’ to make Sloane’s mother like her that everything else had fallen by the wayside. She picked a teabag from a box at random. “This one looks good!”

“Cassidy.” Mrs. Kennedy sounded it out. It was simple, but strong to a fault. It was a name that suited the young woman. Her sacrifice would not be in vain. Shannon had dreamt of this moment— of finding somebody who could bare the weight of her daughter’s activation, and that very person had walked right into her home. Sloane, of course, would understand, as she had understood everything about her purpose. It did, however, confuse Shannon that her daughter hadn’t brought Cass to her sooner. Perhaps she was trying to gauge their closeness, too, to ensure that fate would feel satisfied with the offering. Her husband, of course, would have worked, but love had won Shannon over, and she refused to take the step, even if it meant fulfilling fate. “I’ll call you Cass, then.” Shannon decided after a moment of silence, smile still pulled at the corners of her lips. 

“Mmm.” The girl was polite, and Mrs. Kennedy felt only a small part of her guilt for the future that she would face. Sloane, of course, would get over it in time. The loss would sting, but just as she had lost her father for her own activation, Sloane would at least not have to lose hers. “She was a child when she learned, so I suppose you could say she has always been into art.” The banshee pulled the sugar from the cabinet just next to the stove as Cassidy began to thumb through the tea. “Irish breakfast, I see you have good taste, Cass.” Shannon winked at the girl before setting the bag into one of the mugs. “Would you mind taking out two from the jar? It’s green tea with hibiscus, Sloane’s favorite.” 

It was going better than Cass had dared to hope it might, really. After all, Sloane’s concerns must have been in place for a reason. If she’d worried that her mother might take some offense to Cass, that had to come from somewhere, didn’t it? Especially if that concern had been so intense that she’d felt the best course of action was for Cass to leave through a window rather than risk meeting Shannon. Maybe it wasn’t Mrs. Kennedy that was the concern at all, then. Maybe it was Sloane’s father that she had to really worry about winning over. Cass resolved herself to repeat this process over again sometime in the future with the man, even as she offered Shannon a small smile. It wouldn’t be that hard, she was sure. And it would be worth it either way. If it gave her a real shot with Sloane, it would be totally worth it.

“Now that makes sense.” The idea of Sloane being a little kid with a big sketchbook was definitely one Cass could imagine easily, especially given her friend’s talent. Something that impressive had to have been honed from a young age. Nodding, Cass took two bags of green tea from the jar as instructed, making a note of the brand. Maybe she could buy some for Sloane sometime. She heard keys in the lock at the door, and her smile widened a little. “Wow, sounds like we’re finishing up the tea right in time, huh?”

Mrs. Kennedy’s attention dragged upwards from the slightly steaming kettle to the door down the hall. The footsteps were quick and light. Not her husband’s, but Sloane’s. As her daughter turned the corner, she half-expected there to be an expression of understanding. Instead, what she saw was shock, as well as hurt. Something stirred in Shannon’s chest as she looked at her daughter, head tilted to the side as she tried to piece together what it could be that Sloane was so worried about. “Your friend here dropped by, we were just making tea. Should we take a seat at the table?” 

Sloane felt her stomach drop the moment she saw Cass’s car in the driveway, but seeing Cass in her kitchen with her mom made her head spin. She could spin this, could pretend that she and Cass were just study buddies. She could do it. She had to do it. But as her mother spoke, Sloane realized that the damage had already been done. They must have discussed something to create the knowing look in her mom’s eyes. A quick glance towards Cass, and Sloane felt her heart drop into her stomach. She looked so elated. 

“Not in the mood for tea. Hey Cass, I have that thing for you upstairs. Help me?” Sloane’s tone was short, clipped. She felt her pulse in her fingertips. Before either her mom or Cass could get another word in, Sloane turned, taking the stairs two at a time to her bedroom. Once she was sure Cass had followed her, Sloane closed the door firmly, resting her forehead against it. Taking a moment, she inhaled sharply and turned back to Cass. “Why are you here?” 

Cass grinned as she heard Sloane’s footsteps, ecstatic to prove herself here. But when Sloane entered the kitchen, she didn’t look happy or excited or relieved. She looked… upset. Maybe a little angry. Cass resisted the urge to tap into those handy siren abilities, kept herself from cheating to figure out what Sloane was feeling as best she could. Apparently, she’d already overstepped once. Doing it more probably wasn’t going to help things. 

An expression of pained confusion flickered across her face at Sloane’s tone when she spoke — short, clipped, clearly unhappy. She glanced to Shannon briefly, wondering what she’d done wrong here. She thought it was going well. She thought this was going to fix things. But… Maybe she’d been wrong about that.

Without saying anything, Cass followed Sloane up to her room, swallowing as her friend shut the door. Her brow was furrowed, expression still stuck on that pained confusion. “I just… I thought if I could make your mom like me, it’d make things easier. No more sneaking out windows. Right?” 

Sloane didn’t want to be upset with Cass, she really didn’t. She didn’t want to have to have this conversation, but if everything hadn’t been ruined before, it sure was now. The banshee reached up to cup her own face, fingers working into her temples as she began to pace around her room. Finally, Sloane stopped and leaned against the wall opposite the door. “It’s—“ Why did Cass have to come here? Now her mom knew. Her mom knew, and there was no turning back, and now, Sloane might lose Cass. 

The look on her mom’s face told Sloane all she needed to know. Hers and Cass’s conversation had been long enough to determine that they were close, and now Cass would lose her life because of it. A couple of months ago, she would have been fine with the thought of losing a friend, but now? Even if it had been Ari in her kitchen, or even Crow, Sloane would have the same doubts. It wasn’t because she liked Cass, that had nothing to do with it. It was the fact of the matter being that Sloane didn’t want to lose her, or anyone for that matter. 

“I told you that we couldn’t run into her, I told you, and you came over anyways. Cass, I’m being honest when I tell you there’s a lot more to it. You shouldn’t have come here.” Sloane’s voice cracked as she pushed away from the wall, moving towards her bookcase. She had to make a clean cut. Had to convince her mom that they were nothing, that Cass meant nothing. It would be hard, but she could do it. She could still lie, even if there’d be the ever present pin pricks. She grabbed the broken keychain and turned it over in her hand before looking back to Cass. 

It was clear that Sloane was upset, and Cass wondered how she’d messed things up this badly. The plan had seemed foolproof, but the way Sloane was looking at her now… Something had gotten crossed. If the almost-kiss had felt like a step forward, this felt like a thousand steps back. And Cass didn’t know what she was supposed to say to make it better. 

“I didn’t tell her anything about…” She trailed off, thinking back to that almost-kiss. Maybe it was like Metzli thought, and Sloane didn’t want her mother to know she was interested in a girl. That would sting a lot less than the idea that Cass specifically was the problem, at least. “I just… It’s not a big deal if she knows we’re friends, is it? She was okay with it. She seemed happy, even. I don’t understand, Sloane. She wasn’t mad.” Cass would have been able to tell if she was, even without the siren empathy. As a foster kid, you learned pretty quickly how to tell when an adult was angry with you. It was a necessary part of survival in the system. And Sloane’s mother wasn’t. She wasn’t angry at Cass, wasn’t angry when Sloane walked through the door. She wasn’t. 

Cass watched as Sloane walked over to the bookshelf, chest tight as she grabbed the broken keychain that matched the one hanging from her own pocket. “I — I’m sorry,” she said, eyes darting up to meet the other girl’s. “I didn’t mean to upset you, okay? I just… I thought… I don’t want it to feel like we can’t… hang out. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pretend not to know me if I run into you when you’re out with your mom or something. I’d never tell her anything… private. Just that we’re friends. That’s all I said, Sloane, I swear.”

Of course her mother was happy that Sloane had made a friend. The poor girl with the dirt under her fingernails, digging graves for birds who fell from the sky at six years old— of course her mother was happy she made friends. Because now, her father would not have to die. Because now, they would not have to uproot their lives and go to Ireland to sacrifice a relative Sloane knew from birth. Because now, her mother could live selfishly, even if she’d been taught that their purpose was of the utmost importance. Sloane didn’t speak, she just continued to stare from across the room at Cass. She could tell that the other girl’s heart was breaking, and hers was too. 

Teagan’s voice rang through her head again. Be honest. But Sloane couldn’t, not right now. She wasn’t sure that Cass would understand, and she couldn’t take the chance that her mom might get reported for this, too. Sloane could fix it on her own time, could convince her that somebody terrible at school was a better friend to her than Cass ever was. “I told you, Cass.” Sloane squeezed the keychain in her hand tightly, throat constricting. “There was a reason I had you go through the window, and I know it was shitty to do that to you, but there was a reason, and I thought— I thought it was pretty clear.” She could have told Cass. Could have explained that if her mom saw how close they were, she might end her life. 

The truth stayed tucked beneath her tongue which now felt too big for her mouth. Sloane tossed the keychain onto the ground, just next to Cass’s feet. “Take it. I don’t want it. You— you crossed a boundary by coming here without asking me, and I don’t… I can’t… Cass, I’m sorry, but you can’t just do what you want because you think it’s the right fucking move.” Because now Cass would die if Sloane didn’t figure out how to steer her mom in the opposite direction. “I care about you, I really do— I do, and I just— I told you to go through the window for a reason, and you fucked it up. You fucked it up, and now I need you to leave.” 

Sloane wasn’t saying anything. She wasn’t saying anything, and it took everything Cass had not to fill that silence with everything she could think of, took all her willpower not to make desperate excuses and plead for forgiveness because she wasn’t good at silence. Silence was the prologue to abandonment, she knew that. And she’d probably earned that abandonment here. She’d gone behind Sloane’s back in a way she thought was a grand gesture, in a way she thought would be like something out of a stupid romcom with a happy ending, and it wasn’t. Sloane was right — she’d asked Cass to do something, and Cass hadn’t. She couldn’t blame anyone but herself for that.

And there was, of course, a terrifying implication with that, because if Cass deserved to be left behind now, maybe it meant she’d deserved it every time it happened before, too. Maybe some people weren’t meant to have stupid romcoms with happy endings, and maybe she was one of them. She thought of the stupid motel room that she couldn’t get out of her head, thought of the dead hunter, of Jackrabbit in the woods. Had she been fooling herself this whole time? Had Sloane known it all along? Maybe there was a good reason Sloane didn’t want Cass meeting her mom. Maybe Cass should have understood that.

“I just… I thought…” You thought what? The voice in her head was cruel and mocking and her own. You thought it was a misunderstanding? You thought she wasn’t embarrassed of you? How could she not be? How could anyone? Cass’s eyes shone with tears, and she flinched as the broken keychain landed at her feet. “No, Sloane, please, I don’t — I won’t do it again. Okay? I won’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I…” You fucked it up. The words seemed to echo, playing on repeat like a broken record. You fucked it up, you fucked it up, youfuckeditupyoufuckeditupyoufuckeditupyou — “Please, just — I can make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want to make it better. Whatever you need me to do. Please. I’m sorry.” 

Sloane wished that Cass had never come over to her house that day. That she hadn’t had to push the pretty girl through the window with the unspoken promise that it wasn’t her fault. Sloane wanted to go back in time, back to the 80’s, even, to the time where she could hold onto Cass without fear. Because that would be better than this. Anything would be better than this. She was watching Cass’s heart break in real time, and even though Sloane felt more than friendship, she knew that there was something rooted between them now. Betrayal, maybe, on Sloane’s behalf. 

There was still time to turn this around. To pull Cass out of the window after her, to run to the woods and explain. To tell the other girl that her purpose was set in stone, and that they had to be careful. They could mend it, and Sloane could still have her. But that would be straight out of a fairytale, and this was real life. Her mother had already sunk into the idea, Sloane could tell by the smile on her face when she had first walked in. Cass’s life was in the balance now, and it was all Sloane’s fault. She swallowed thickly and ran a shaky hand through her hair, fingers catching at her curls’ ends. 

“Cass, listen to me.” Sloane’s voice came out cold and somewhat broken, like there were marionettes pulling at strings tied to her ribcage so she’d break her own heart. “You can’t. You did enough, you did this, and now—“ Now I have to let you go. It was dramatic, maybe. Maybe Sloane was blowing it out of proportion. Maybe her mom would allow this, Maybe Sloane could still have Cass in her life without the worry that she’d fall to the knees for fate. No, Sloane reminded herself, humans are of no importance to a fae, nevertheless a banshee. Cass was as good as dead and Sloane knew it. 

“I need you to go. You have to go.” The keychain looked mangled at Cass’s feet and Sloane didn’t want to let it go, but it felt right, parting with it in this way, even if it caused Sloane’s skin to grow cold. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Before the other girl could protest, Sloane gently guided her towards the door, ripping it open with the opposite hand. Clearing her throat, she spoke aloud so that her mother could hear, “I’ll get those books back to you later, okay? Our test won’t be too hard, being that we’re like, the greatest study buddies.” She gave Cass a look, the pin pricks of her lies burrowing deep into her skin. 

You did enough. You did this. Every word felt like a physical blow, like a reminder of just how badly she’d messed things up. Was this why nothing ever lasted for her? Had she been fooling herself by ever allowing herself to believe that it wasn’t her fault? She thought back to every time she’d ever been ushered to the backseat of a case worker’s car, away from whatever foster home was kicking her out this time. She’s too much work. She has too many problems. I didn’t think she had this much baggage when I took her on. She’s more than we can handle. It’s hard. It’s not worth it. In that moment, Cass felt like a kid again — too much and not enough all at once, and the only one to blame for it was herself. Sloane was right — she did this. Not some faceless system, not some imagined villain, not some unfortunate accident. Her. 

“Sloane,” she choked on the name, hated the way it tasted sour on her tongue. It used to taste so sweet, like everything she’d ever wanted all rolled up into one syllable. She leaned down, picking up the keychain and grasping it like a lifeline, holding it as if she wasn’t sure whether to cradle it to her chest or thrust it back towards Sloane and try to convince her to take it back, to take it all back. The result left her arm hovering uncertainly a few inches from her body, hesitant and unsure. “Please, can we just — Can we talk about this? I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, okay? I’m sorry. I don’t want to…” I don’t want to lose you. But she wasn’t, was she? Sloane had never been hers to lose in the first place. 

(So why did it hurt like this?)

She swallowed at the finality of the command to get the fuck out, at the harshness of the words. Part of her wanted to dig her heels in like some stubborn child, wanted to go limp and refuse to leave until Sloane just talked to her. But that wouldn’t work, would it? You couldn’t make someone stay when all they wanted to do was leave. You couldn’t make a thing be worth something when it never would be. The plastic keychain dug into her palms where she gripped it tightly, cheap and unwanted, and Cass thought maybe she could relate to the stupid, broken hunk of plastic far more than she’d ever want to. Sloane’s tone changed as they reached the door, saying words that didn’t make sense, and Cass had run enough cons to recognize one when she saw it. That feigned kindness wasn’t for her benefit. It probably never would be again, because she’d ruined it. She’d ruined everything. “Okay.” The word was barely a whisper, and it was a struggle to get it out at all. After everything, she figured, she could at least give Sloane one last lie. It wouldn’t fix anything she’d broken, because nothing would. But she owed it to her, anyway. “Yeah. Okay.” 

The door closed between them, and it might as well have been made of steel and welded shut. Cass knew it wouldn’t open again. Not for her. 

After Cass was gone, Sloane hung in the doorway of her room for a moment, heart in her throat. She knew that this was the end, but it was a better end than the one that ended with Cass buried six feet deep. She would die soon enough, but if Sloane had any say, it would not be due to her hand, or her purpose. It was a strange thing, fighting against something she had wanted for so long. To long for something in the way that she longed for her activation being cut with the very knife she sported for the sake of a girl she fell to her knees for. If this were anyone, Sloane was certain she would find it in her heart to fight against losing them, but Cass was different. 

The way her heart broke as she watched the other girl leave through down the stairs was a feeling that she’d never felt before. She hadn’t lost much, and she was aware of it, and while this may have been a loss, Sloane refused for it to be permanent, at least, for now.