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bones4thecats · 5 months ago

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Dragon Ball: Super Hero × S/O ; Prompt

Characters: Gamma 1, Gamma 2, and Piccolo Inspired By: Random idea... I guess? A/N: This took a while to write (like three days max) but it was totally worth it. Hope you guys like it! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: FLUFFY BRAIN-ROT ⚠️

Disclaimer: Person A -> G.1 S/O & Piccolo / Person B -> G.2 S/O

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╚═════ Gamma 1 ══════════════════════════════╝

🦈 The sound of metallic footsteps made the silent Red Ribbon Army Headquarters bearable to walk around without any fear of a cricket chirping out of nowhere. Not that many members of the re-made group feared much

🦈 Gamma 1 strutted around in search of a specific member of the Army, his S/O. They said they would be coming back by 16:00, or 4:00 pm, from shopping for some things that Dr. Hedo needed for a new experiment. Well, that and some things to spoil the young genius with

🦈 He blinked calmly as he approached their door. The symbols that his S/O had drawn laid popping on the wood. While Commander Magenta wasn't fond of the random drawings around, he had to accept it. Y/N was of amazing use to the Red Ribbon Army, after all

🦈 The door opened as Gamma 1 twisted the handle and pushed it inside. The first thing that caught the Android's eyes was his S/O laying on the bed, knees bent on the side of the mattress while their arms did the same on the opposite side

🦈 You groaned dramatically as Gamma 1 cocked an 'eyebrow', wondering what you were doing laying on your bed in such a way. While you normally did sit or lay in unique manners, this was one of the most unique ones yet for your boyfriend

"Love? Why are you laying down in such a way?" He asked.

🦈 Sitting up as you looked at your boyfriend, he noticed a glaring difference on you. Your face had a slight bruise on the cheek, specifically your right one, which Gamma 1 would plant kisses on daily

"You can't kiss my cheek anymore because even the slightest touch makes it practically stab me in the face with pain. This is what it must feel like to be deprived of everything without consent..." You griped as you buried your face into a nearby pillow.

"Why would you think I wouldn't give you a kiss on the cheek anymore?"

"Like I said!" You drawled. "My bruise is trying to murder me!"

🦈 Gamma 1 sighed, you were always a hint dramatic. It wasn't horrible to the point of sabotaging any relationships you had, but it wasn't the best thing to occur when it came out. Normally having it result in your boyfriend carrying you around in his arms or just holding you as you ranted

🦈 Walking to the top of your bed, Gamma 1 reached and delicately pulled the pillow out from your grasp. It was obvious that you had been crying, as your eyes were puffier with the light now hitting them better

"Sit up." He said, making you shuffle upwards to make room for your boyfriend.

🦈 Thankfully, Dr. Hedo had made beds that sustained the weight of both of the Android twins at once, so you didn't have to worry about any incident when laying down together

"Go ahead and lay down," he continued, "and tell me about the rest of your day. Specifically how that bruise occurred."

🦈 You sighed dramatically with your hand over your head, acting like you were in a drama-centered theater production, and began to rant about your day, from going to the store, being hit in the head by a ball some kids threw accidentally, to having to practically force Dr. Hedo into eating something real quick

🦈 Gamma 1 smiled, his metal-cheeks just barely twitching upwards as you acted out. While many would find this quality annoying, Gamma 1 adored it about you. You were different. He liked that.

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╚═════ Gamma 2 ══════════════════════════════╝

🐳 You were used to your boyfriend, Gamma 2, being a complete idiot. His cockiness usually got ahead of him, resulting in some unfavorable situations to be made

🐳 Gamma 2 was not only having a bad day, but he hadn't been able to see his S/O in over 36 hours! You had been sent out by Commander Magenta to grab some paperwork to sign off a deal with another company and hadn't returned from your miles-long journey to-and-from

🐳 He crashed onto the chair, his feet raising and hitting the ground, making a loud bang echo in the building. The passing soldiers just shrugged and continued on their shifts, weapons raised and guards up

🐳 Gamma 2 groaned as he shifted, trying to bring his knees up to his face to bury into, and it was not going as he planned

🐳 As he kept shifting and trying to bring his knees up into the chair, it was so small that it wouldn't allow anymore room for his feet to rest, which was starting to annoy the powerful-Android

🐳 All of a sudden, the door nearby opened, revealing your form there. Your stoic expression calming Gamma 2 down and making him jump up and fly into you at full-speed

🐳 When he hit your frame to hug you, you mentally thanked Dr. Hedo for adding some enhancements onto your form. He knew that Gamma 2 was an excited fellow and he wanted you to be safe from any kind of danger you faced. You were like the new Android 17 and 18

🐳 Your hair flew back from the pressure of the air before falling back down on your back. Gamma 2 just smiled and clung to your body, asking how you were and how much he missed you

🐳 Blinking as he emphasized his last couple days, you mentally looked a lot differently than you did on the outside. While anyone who passed would've guessed that you were annoyed, a select few (Dr. Hedo and Gamma 1), would know that you were happy to be near your boyfriend

"-And I swear, if I have to listen to another documentary without you suffering by me, I may just combust!"

"Is that so?"

"YEAH!"

🐳 Sitting down in a nearby chair while the Android burrowed his face into your stomach while sitting on the floor, you continued to listen to his dramatic rambles. You could sit here forever listening to his adorable speeches...

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╚═════ Piccolo ═══════════════════════════════╝

🪺 Piccolo trained and meditated all day, when he wasn't watching Pan with you that is

🪺 Your boyfriend and you normally would just sit down and do whatever you wanted. You normally watched something on your phone while Piccolo just meditated, he enjoyed these moments with you dearly

🪺 But the moments you held deeper was when you could finally get underneath his grumpy-exterior

🪺 Take the other day for example. You had a crap day, coming home from dealing with Bulma and Vegeta's aggression for nearly four hours in a 'therapy session'

🪺 You closed the door behind you with your foot and stumbled into the living room, plopping your bag down on the ground next to you as your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the soft sofa that you got for you, Pan, and Piccolo to rest on when babysitting

🪺 The yells of the husband and wife made you groan and try thinking of something else, ranging from the fight you had against Frieza on Old Namek years ago to the newer fight there was against almost every other universe in existence

🪺 Piccolo then walked inside from the backdoor, his larger form caused larger-sounding steps. So, when he took his first plunge into the home, you knew it couldn't possibly be anyone else except for your Namekian lover

🪺 The Namekian stepped inside from the kitchen and he paused when catching sight of you laying face-first into the cushions. He knew what was up, you had been hired by Bulma to help her and Vegeta handle some anger-issues, and even he knew how bad that could be

🪺 You at first pushed it off like nothing, saying you'd be fine and that it'd be nice to hang around your two old friends. Oh, how wrong you must've been...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He only heard the muffling of your voice coming from the pillows in a reply.

"Lift your head up. I can't understand you when your burying your face six-feet-deep into the cushions of our couch."

🪺 Pulling yourself up from the softer-materials, you looked at Piccolo and groaned, flopping back on the back of the couch that time before ranting about your day

🪺 Piccolo sat down beside you as you spoke. This ranged from how idiotic it was for the married couple of more than 10 years to argue in such a constant manner. Especially when it would seemingly die out and when one person said another word, it'd go right back up in flames

🪺 As your dramatics increased, Piccolo just watched and listened. His large ears slightly twitched as you swapped from acting like Vegeta in the situation to acting like Bulma. Heck, you even put on a blue hat to be the woman and then picked up a nearby large hunk of broccoli to act like the male

🪺 With anyone else, Piccolo would be annoyed and just interrupt with his opinions on the matter. But this wasn't anyone else, this was you. You were his chosen one. You were his one and only, no matter how long either of you lived to be

🪺 So, for now, he'd let you have your fun while he had his

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keeryhours · 13 days ago

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wildflower chapter eight

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Asher turns 2!

Warnings:

Custody arguments, vomiting

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N:

Finally chapter 8! I hope you enjoy :) 💕

“Happy birthday, little man!”

Asher jumped up and down in his crib, a huge grin on his face like he understood the concept of a birthday. He clapped his hands together as you and Steve walked into his room, a cupcake with 2 candles stuck in the top.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Asher, happy birthday to you!”

You and Steve helped him blow out the candles, removing them quickly as Asher stuck his fingers into the icing, eating it off his fingers. You laughed as you watched the toddler devour his cupcake, making a huge mess. You picked him up, situating him on your hip. “Steve, can you change his sheets while I go put him in the bath?”

“Of course,” Steve said, already moving to remove the cupcake-covered crib sheet and his Thomas blanket as you took Asher to the tub. After a quick bath, you blow dried his curls and dressed him in his birthday outfit - a pair of pants with party hat-decorated suspenders and a blue shirt underneath. He looked adorable.

“You got all that?” You asked Steve with a raised eyebrow, seeing him carrying an armful of Asher’s gifts and decorations for the party. “Let me get the cake at least, so you don’t smash it.”

“I’ve got it,” he said. “But, uh, you can get the cake.”

You grabbed the white box, peeking inside at the birthday cake - it was decorated with Thomas characters and said “Happy Birthday Asher!” in swirling blue script.

Asher obediently held your hand as the three of you walked out, Steve stocking the trunk of his car with all the gifts and supplies before lifting Asher in the air, making him giggle.

“Are you ready for your party, birthday boy?”

“Party!” Asher exclaimed, clapping his tiny hands together. Steve smiled, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before situating him in his car seat. You climbed into the passenger seat with the cake on your lap.

The drive to your mom’s house wasn’t a long one, but the motion of the car wasn’t helping the nausea you’d been dealing with. Thankfully, before you knew it Steve was pulling into the familiar driveway. There were already a few guests there, and you knew you’d hear it from your mom for being late.

Steve helped you unload the car, carrying most of the stuff as you walked up to the front door with Asher holding your hand and the cake in the other arm. You let go of Asher long enough to open the front door, watching him sprint into the house. “Gamma! Dusty!”

Your mom scooped him up- “Ah, is that the birthday boy??”- as Dustin pinched at his cheeks, making him laugh. Steve sat the presents down on the gift table.

“How have you been feeling?” Claudia asked as she approached you with Asher in her arms, putting her hand on your head and examining you. You had told her about your nausea and dizziness, and she had been asking you daily if you’d been to a doctor yet.

“I’m fine,” you said, allowing her to test your temperature with the back of her hand. “I’m sure it’s just a little bug and it’ll go away on its own.”

“You should really go get checked out. You don’t want to get Asher sick.”

You sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll do that. Can we just enjoy the party right now?”

Your mom looked at you with concern one more time, but she let it go, turning back to Asher. “Are you so excited to be 2??” Asher squealed and clapped his hands. “How are you doing, Steve?”

“Oh, I’m doing great, Mrs. Henderson,” he answered, as polite as ever. He stood next to you, smiling at Asher. “This guy devoured his cupcake this morning.”

“Oh, I bet you did!” She cooed, tickling the little boy under his chin.

You walked away to ruffle your brother’s hair, pulling him into a hug. “How are you, Dusty Bun?”

Dustin groaned. “Okay, first of all, only Suzie is allowed to call me that.”

“And how is my future sister in law?”

“She’s great,” Dustin said, lighting up at the question. “She’s graduating early. She might come visit this summer.”

“That’s awesome,” you told him genuinely. “I can’t wait to meet her finally.”

Dustin looked between you and Steve, who was still locked in conversation with your mother. He leaned in closer to you, whispering, “So, you and Steve…?”

Your eyes went wide. “How did you know that?” You hissed back to him.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I can read you like a book, sis.”

You blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “Can we not talk about this?”

He shrugged. “Whatever. But he’s totally and completely in love with you, in case you haven’t noticed.”

You didn’t really want to think about that right now. “We don’t really need to talk about my mess of a love life today, thanks.”

The party began, most of the guests arriving. All of your older relatives cooed at Asher as he toddled around the room, seeing everyone. Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El gave you big hugs as they arrived. Robin showed up with a huge gift box she could barely carry that Steve ran to help her with. And Nancy and Jonathan came armed with gifts and homemade treats.

You were just wondering if Eddie had decided against coming when there was a knock at the door. Everyone looked as you answered it, and the party went silent as Eddie and Wayne walked in, looking awkward and each holding a gift, Eddie’s being a long box.

“Wayne!” You greeted, and the older man pulled you into a tight hug with a laugh. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“How are you, sweetheart?” He asked, rubbing your back. “I’ve missed ya.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. Claudia came over to greet Wayne as you turned to Eddie.

“Eddie,” you breathed, and it felt like you were the only two in the room at that moment. “You really came.”

“Yeah, I…of course I did,” he said. “I’m not missing any more of my son’s life. And…I wanted to see you, too.” He nearly stopped himself, but he reached forward and pushed a section of hair behind your ear. “You look great.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m…I’m glad you’re here.”

You were both snapped out of your trance by your mother’s voice. “Do you want to meet the birthday boy?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, realizing you had gotten completely distracted. “Let me go get Ash.”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding Ash being fed a tiny sandwich by Nancy. “So good, huh?” She said, and Asher smiled up at her, his mouth filled with sandwich.

“You having fun in here, bud?” You asked, fingers combing through his curls.

“Oh, yeah,” Nancy smiled. “He’s such a sweet little boy.”

Once he finished his sandwich, you picked him up and situated him on your hip. “Guess what?”

“What?” Asher asked, giggling at you.

“Eddie’s here.”

He clapped - “Ebbie?!”

“Yep,” you laughed, turning and heading back into the living room. “And someone else for you to meet, too.”

As you walked back into the living room with Asher, both Eddie’s and Wayne’s attention were locked on you. Asher reached for Eddie as you approached, and Eddie beamed, taking Asher from your arms and holding him.

“Hey, little dude,” he said. “Happy birthday!”

Asher clapped his tiny hands together again. “Birfday!”

“That’s right,” Eddie laughed. He turned to his uncle. “Ash, I want you to meet your Grandpa Wayne.”

Wayne was tearing up as he looked at Asher - he may have technically only been Eddie’s uncle, but this was his grandson. “Hey, buddy,” he said, holding out a hand. Asher grasped his fingers. “It’s good to finally meet you. I’m so happy to see you.”

Asher smiled at him, a little nervously. “Grampa?”

A huge smile spread across Wayne’s normally stoic face. “Yeah, that’s right, bud. I’m Grandpa Wayne.”

“And-“ Eddie started, looking around between you, Steve, your mother, and Dustin before landing back on Asher. “You can call me Daddy if you want to, buddy.”

You breathed in sharply, his words surprising you. But you didn’t say anything- he was his dad after all, and if he wanted to be called Dad, and Asher was okay with it, who were you to stop it?

“Daddy?” Asher asked, reaching up to play with a strand of Eddie’s matching curls. Eddie teared up this time, swiping the tear away before it fell. You weren’t sure if anyone noticed but you.

“Yeah, buddy. I’m your Dad.”

The party carried on after that, Asher walking around to see everyone who came. Your relatives spoke to Eddie, and it was a little awkward, but he handled it well.

“How’s the band?” They would ask.

“It’s going great,” Eddie would answer. “We just finished our first tour. We’re working on recording our second album now.”

“So, you’ll be leaving again?”

Eddie blanched at that question. “Uh, yeah, For a little while. But I’m planning to move back to Hawkins on my off time.”

“You are?” You asked, walking up behind Eddie and joining the conversation. Eddie turned, startled.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, face tinted red. “I got a place here. I’m gonna be moving home. I still have to leave for the tours, but…”

“Eddie, that’s great news!” You exclaimed. “Ash is gonna be so excited. I-“ You were interrupted by the most intense nausea you’d felt so far. “Excuse me,” you said quickly before you ran off to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind you in your rush. You fell to your knees in front of the toilet as you got sick, the knowledge that you had drawn so much attention to yourself only making things worse.

There was a knock at the door. “Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice came from the other side.

“No,” You called back before you were getting sick again, retching as the nausea roiled through your stomach again.

“I’m coming in,” he said, giving you a second to say no before pushing the door open and coming in. He got on his knees next to you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly. “Have you been getting sick like this a lot?” He asked gently.

You could only nod. You could tell your face was all red and splotchy now, and you hadn’t brought any makeup with you to cover it. Great.

“Sweetheart…” he said quietly. “You don’t think you could be…”

You froze. “No, definitely not. We went to the doctor and got the morning after pill, remember?”

“Yeah, but they told us it wasn’t 100%,” he reminded you gently. “You could still be…”

You didn’t want to think about that. “There’s no way,” you said finally.

“Did you get your, uh…period?”

“I- no, but sometimes it comes late.”

“Maybe we should just go to the doctor to make sure?”

You sighed, flushing the toilet and sitting back against the wall. Steve handed you some toilet paper to wipe your face. “My mom wants me to go.”

“It would probably be for the best,” he said quietly. “Just for peace of mind, at least. It’s probably nothing.”

The rest of the party went smoothly- besides Asher grabbing a handful of cake during Happy Birthday, but that made everyone laugh. Eddie stayed right near Asher for most of the party, helping him open his presents and showing full enthusiasm for everything the 2 year old unwrapped.

Eddie handed Asher his gift last.”This one’s from daddy, bud,” he said, pushing the long box over. Asher quickly ripped the paper off of the box, revealing a small (yet real) guitar.

“I know it’s early,” Eddie said, taking the guitar out of the box and helping Asher hold it, “but I figured he could go ahead and get used to holding and strumming it so he’s ready for me to teach him when he’s a little older.”

You smiled, tears welling in your eyes as you watched Eddie and Asher - his son. They looked just alike, especially with the guitar in his lap, Asher really was a mini Eddie.

“That was sweet of you,” you told Eddie after the party as he helped you clean up wrapping paper. “The guitar. He’s going to love that as he gets older.”

“I hope so,” Eddie smiled. “He’s the coolest kid.”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed with a laugh. “He’s definitely yours.”

“Did you just compliment me?” Eddie asked, fake gasping as he clutched his chest dramatically.

You pushed his shoulder. “Shut up,” you mumbled, and Eddie laughed with you.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he added on quietly. “Just as beautiful as I remembered.”

You blushed, shaking your head as you looked down at the discarded gift bags and paper in your hands. “A lot about my body has changed since having Asher-“

“And it makes you even more beautiful,” he said sincerely. “You carried and birthed my child. That’s the most incredible gift you ever could have given me. And you think I wouldn’t love your body after that?”

“Ed…”

“No, I’m serious. I wish you could love your body like I do.” Eddie scoffed- “Or like Steve does.”

You shoved his shoulder again. “Eddie!”

“What?” He laughed, “It’s true!”

Eddie and Wayne stayed the longest out of all the guests, Wayne watching patiently and with full enthusiasm as Asher showed him every gift he’d gotten over and over. The only people left were you and Steve, and your mom and Dustin.

“Thank you guys so much for coming,” you told Wayne and Eddie, eyes lingering on Eddie’s lanky form splayed out on the floor next to Asher. “Seriously. It means so much.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Wayne said. He looked happier than you’d seen him in years. Being Grandpa Wayne suited him.

“Of course not,” Eddie added as he stood on his long legs. “I’m never missing another birthday again.”

“We’re about to head out,” You told him as Steve got Asher’s coat on him.

“You and Steve?” Eddie asked, doing a poor job at sounding nonchalant and hiding his jealousy.

“Yes, me and Steve,” you smiled softly. You still felt bad that you had hurt him. “But I’ll see you soon?”

“Very soon,” he confirmed. “I’ll call the house. I want to see him again this week.”

“Sure,” you said as you finished packing up the diaper bag. Steve came up behind you with Asher on his hip. “Just let me know. See you, Eddie.”

You and Steve both said goodbye to Wayne as you left, Eddie and Wayne getting in their car as well. Steve hooked Asher into his car seat before sliding into the driver’s seat, you sitting next to him.

The party had been a success, and you were grateful Eddie and Wayne showed up. You had been getting fed up with how flaky Eddie had been since coming home, and you didn’t want to trust him with Asher if you couldn’t trust him to show up for Ash when he said he would. But he had come, and it was a better day because he was there. Asher loved him already, and you didn’t mind that Eddie introduced himself as Dad. Not at all, you realized.

He was slowly earning the title.

Monday morning, you were getting ready to head out the door with Asher when the phone rang. You sighed, sitting Asher down and gauging if you had enough time before work and daycare drop off to deal with whatever it was.

You picked up the phone from the receiver and placed it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Ms. Henderson?”

“Yes?” You cradled the phone between your ear and shoulder as you quietly warned Asher to get down from the table he was climbing on.

“I’m with the family division of the courts. I was just calling to let you know we received the results from the DNA test, and it does confirm that Edward Munson is the father of Asher James Henderson.”

“Okay,” you said, because this was information you already knew. “What happens next?”

“Well, he has petitioned to have his name added to the birth certificate, and to move forward with requesting joint custody.”

“Will…will we have to go to court?”

“Hopefully not,” the woman said kindly on the other end of the line. “You’ll have a mediation, and if you can agree there, you won’t need to go to court.”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “Alright. Thank you.”

After the call you rushed Asher and your bags to your car, driving to his daycare to drop him off before heading to work. Your mind spun with thoughts of the whole custody mess, you just hoped you’d be able to agree so you wouldn’t have to fight about it.

You worked on autopilot at the diner for most of the day, mind elsewhere. Your shift was just about over when you saw Eddie walking in, on his own this time.

“Hey,” you greeted, “you can sit anywhere-“

“Actually, I came here to see you,” Eddie said, pushing his curls back out of his face. He crossed his tattooed arms in front of him, looking a little uncomfortable.

“You got the call this morning, too?” You asked, going back to making the drinks for your table.

“Yeah,” he said, breathing out a rush of air. “100% mine.”

“You didn’t know that already?” You teased, moving around him to grab your tray.

“No, I mean, I did,” he stuttered. “It’s just a lot to hear it confirmed like that.”

You shook your head, placing the drinks on the tray. “I could have told you that.”

“No, I know.” Eddie followed you as you carried the tray to your table and handed the drinks out. The group at the table looked up at him like they might know where they’d seen him before, but couldn’t quite place it. It was better than being hounded for autographs right now, he thought. He followed you back to the counter, where you sat the tray back down. “It was just a lot to hear it like that.”

“So what now?” You turned to him, hand on your hip. “Are you taking me to court next?”

“I’m not trying to, I swear,” he said, putting his hands up. “My lawyer said we’d have a mediation-“

“You have a lawyer?” You asked, incredulous. “I can’t afford a lawyer, Eddie.”

“You don’t need one, I swear, it was just…”

“Just what?”

“Because I had no idea what the fuck I was doing!” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Jesus. I’m not trying to take him away or anything like that. And getting this stuff ironed out with the courts will help you, too. I’m willing to pay child support.”

You scoffed, beginning to wrap the clean silverware in napkins. “Yeah, okay, Eddie. What kind of custody arrangement are you going for anyway?”

“I was thinking 50/50-“

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? At least while I’m not touring?”

“Eddie,” you laughed humorlessly as you turned to him. “There is no way you’re just showing up and taking my son for 50% of the time.”

“Why?” He asked again. “My lawyer thinks I can-“

“So you are taking me to court?”

“No,” Eddie said, sighing deeply. “I’m hoping we can come to an agreement without having to do that.”

“Not if you’re after 50/50!” You sat the rolled silverware down and gave Eddie your full attention. “Eddie, you have to understand. It’s just been us for two years. We have a schedule, a routine. Me and Steve are the only parents he knows-“

“Do not bring up Steve,” Eddie hissed quietly. “He’s been in my spot for too long.”

“You weren’t here,” you reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. “He was.”

Eddie shook his head. “I deserve time with my son.”

“Yes, you do,” you agreed, “but you’re not coming in to just take him like that. We need to ease into it, he’s still getting to know you.”

“And he can’t get to know me if he never sees me!”

“Oh my god, Eddie,” You shook your head again. “I’m not trying to keep him from you. I just don’t think any of this was necessary. All you had to do was ask and then show up.”

“I’m doing my best here,” he said, big brown eyes pleading. “I have a lot of commitments with the band, yeah, but when I’m off I want to spend time with him.”

“And that’s fine,” you said, feeling like he wasn’t listening to you. “But not 50/50.”

“We’ll see then.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked, finishing the last of the wrapped silverware.

“That we’ll see.”

“Okay, Eddie. Whatever. But I’ve got to get back to work now, okay?” You turned from him. “I guess we’ll deal with this in court.”

Eddie just looked at you for a moment. “Yeah. I guess we will.” You turned and went back to your tables, hearing the bell over the front door ring as Eddie left.

You knew you needed a lawyer now, but how were you supposed to afford that? You weren’t exactly rolling in money from the diner. Things were tight enough just taking care of you and Asher.

You couldn’t believe that Eddie was about to take you to court if you didn’t agree with 50/50 custody. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. It had been you and Asher 100% of the time, only without him for work or the times he was with your mom and Dustin. You couldn’t stand to give him up half the time. You were okay with sharing custody with Eddie, but that was too much.

You had to figure out something.

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thedemoninme141 · 2 months ago

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The Maiden Of Death Part 2

Summary: You finally needed Wednesday for something and she learns some interesting things about you in exchange and yet she wants to know more.

Part 1 -- Part 2-- Part 3

Pairings: Wednesday x Female reader. Wordcount: 5.8K-ish Warnings: Nothing Really? I guess roles reversed by Wednesday getting her feelings hurt just a tiny bit so a little angst?

The walk back from the bus station was a quiet one. Even Enid, who could usually fill any void with her endless chatter, seemed reluctant to speak. She kept glancing at you nervously, as though unsure whether to say something or not. Eugene walked close to her, shielding himself behind her as if you were radiating gamma rays.

You didn’t so much as glance back at the others, walking as if you were alone in the world.

Wednesday lagged behind slightly, her dark eyes fixed on you. Questions churned in her mind, but she knew that asking them outright would show her curiosity. And she would never, under any circumstances, let you know how deeply you intrigued her.

Still, the scene from earlier refused to leave her mind. The way you had dismantled those boys, it wasn’t just violence. It was precision, efficiency, calculated as if you had done this hundreds of times before.

But what stuck out the most was what she didn’t see. You hadn’t conjured any weapons. You hadn’t used whatever strange ability had allowed you to summon a parrying knife in the library.

Why?

The question burned at the edges of her thoughts. She tried to dismiss it at first, reasoning that it was none of her concern. But the more she tried to push it away, the more it consumed her. If you could summon a weapon in an instant, why bother with a bat and a chain? Why risk getting your hands dirty when you didn’t have to?

Without realizing it, she had quickened her pace and was now walking beside you. Your focus was still straight ahead as if you knew Wednesday is going to ask something.

The quiet stretched between you two, until Wednesday broke it.

“Why didn’t you just conjure a weapon?”

The question was direct, delivered with her usual bluntness.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t even glance her way.

Wednesday’s irritation flared. “It would have been faster. Cleaner. More effective.”

Still, you said nothing.

Enid and Eugene exchanged worried glances behind you. They really don't want to be caught between crossfire.

“Are you going to ignore me?” Wednesday pressed.

You finally stopped walking. Turning slightly, you met her gaze with a calmness that bordered on unsettling. For a moment, Wednesday thought you might ignore her again. But then, in a voice devoid of emotion, you said, “I can conjure weapons that I’ve… earned. Weapons that have accepted me. All of them are lethal.”

You didn’t elaborate. You didn’t explain. You simply turned and continued walking, leaving her standing there with more questions than answers.

Wednesday followed in silence, her mind racing. What did you mean by “earned”? And what exactly did a weapon have to do to “accept” someone?

She wanted to push further, to demand an explanation, but she stopped herself. It wasn’t hesitation, she told herself. It was strategy. She would learn the truth eventually, there was no need to rush.

But as she watched you walking ahead, your shoulders relaxed, your posture indifferent, Wednesday couldn’t shake the feeling that you were hiding something. Something deeper. Darker.

You were a puzzle, and Wednesday Addams would solve you.

No one exchanged a word until the four of you reached the main building. You walked away from the group without so much as a glance back. No goodbye, no acknowledgment of the people who had trailed after you all day.

Enid watched you go, a small frown tugging at her lips. “She could’ve at least said bye,” Enid sighed and nudged Wednesday. “C’mon, let’s go. I’m exhausted, and you’ve probably got some brooding to do or whatever.”

They walked in silence back to their shared dorm room. Enid occasionally glanced at Wednesday, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it.

When they finally reached their room, Enid flopped onto her bed with a dramatic groan.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she said, stretching her arms above her head. “Y/N is just… wow. She’s like… you but not you. Does that make sense?”

Wednesday didn’t respond. She was already at her desk, pulling out a book and flipping it open. But despite her best efforts, the words on the page blurred together, her focus slipping.

“She’s so quiet,” Enid continued, propping herself up on her elbows. “Like, quieter than you, and I didn’t think that was possible."

Wednesday’s fingers tightened around the edge of her book.

“Did you see how she looked at those guys? Like they were… I don’t know, bugs or something. And then wham! Down they went. I mean, I get it, they deserved it, but still.”

“She handled it,” Wednesday said finally, her voice flat.

Enid rolled her eyes. “Yeah, she handled it, but it was… intense. And you don’t think I didn’t notice you staring the whole time."

“I wasn’t staring,” Wednesday snapped, her tone defensive.

Enid smirked, sitting up fully now. “Oh, you were staring. I don’t blame you, though. She’s… interesting. In a creepy, mysterious way. I mean, you two could totally be related or something. Have you asked your parents if you lost a twin or something?"

Wednesday ignored her, her eyes fixed on the pages of her book, though she hadn’t absorbed a single word.

The truth was, Enid wasn’t entirely wrong. You were interesting, irritatingly so. You were like a distorted mirror image of her, similar in some ways but fundamentally different in others. The quiet, the detachment, the sharpness, it all felt too familiar and yet so different.

As the night wore on, Enid sat cross-legged on her bed with her laptop, scrolling through social media and occasionally humming under her breath. Wednesday remained at her desk, engrossed in her book, though her thoughts strayed far from the text.

“Huh,” Enid said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“What?” Wednesday asked without looking up.

“Of course Y/N doesn’t have anything social. Can’t find her anywhere.” Enid frowned at her screen, scrolling furiously. “No Instagram, no Snapchat. It’s like she doesn’t exist. Does she even have a phone?”

“Maybe she doesn't want to be a slave to modern technology either,” Wednesday said coolly, though the revelation piqued her interest. "And why are you so concerned with finding her online?”

“Why are you so concerned with finding her online?” “Because I wanted to write a blog post about her!!!” Enid said, her eyes wide with excitement. “And, don’t you want to know more about her? Where she’s from? Why she’s here? What her deal is?”

Of course Wednesday wanted to know. She just wasn’t about to admit that to Enid.

Instead, she closed her book with a deliberate snap and said, “If she wanted us to know, she would have told us.”

“Or maybe she’s waiting for someone to ask her,” Enid countered.

Wednesday didn’t reply. For a moment, she let herself imagine what it would be like to ask you. How she would ask you. The thought annoyed her. She wasn’t supposed to care about such things. And yet, here she was, her mind tangled up in questions about you, questions she didn’t know how to ask, questions she wasn’t even sure you’d answer.

The calculated knocks startled neither of them, it was gentle but deliberate, three slow raps against the wood. Enid glanced up first. “Uh, I'll go get it.”

She hopped up and padded to the door, opening it cautiously. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing there, hands tucked into the pockets of your black hoodie.

“Is she here?” you asked.

Enid blinked, clearly surprised, before nodding and stepping aside, opening the door wider. Wednesday finally turned in her seat, and there you stood… you didn’t step in.

Wednesday’s dark eyes narrowed, reading your body language in an instant. You wanted to speak to her, but not here, not with Enid present. She closed her book before standing and as she passed Enid, she motioned with a small, firm gesture for her roommate to stay inside and close the door.

She stepped out into the hall, brushing past you with just enough space to show her own sense of control. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t even seem fazed as Enid let out a defeated sigh and shut the door behind them.

The hall was empty, silent. You didn’t waste time. “There’s another library in Nevermore.” It wasn’t a question. “Where is it?”

The Nightshade Library. Hidden deep within Nevermore, its entrance disguised behind one of the worst puzzles she has ever solved, "Snap twice", Couldn't they make it a bit more challenging?

“Why do you think I would know where it is?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

You tilted your head slightly, as if evaluating her. “Because if anyone knows, it’s you.”

The faintest flicker of satisfaction crossed Wednesday’s face. She liked being recognized for her intellect, especially by you.... wait what?

“And if I did know?” she countered. “Why would I share that information with you?”

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you leaned against the wall, your dark eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her feel, for the first time in a long while, as if someone were looking through her rather than at her.

“What do you want?” you asked finally, your voice low and measured.

Wednesday hesitated. She could deny her curiosity, feign disinterest, but she knew you would see through it. So she decided on honesty, or at least a version of it.

“I’ve solved enough mysteries to recognize one when I see it,” she said, her tone steady. “And you, Y/n, are a mystery. You’re here for something. At first, I suspected it was something sinister, but…” Her lips twitched ever so slightly, not quite a smile. “Your actions at the shop earlier today disproved that theory. Not that I’m impressed or anything.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to Wednesday’s surprise, your lips curved into a faint smirk.

“One good deed doesn’t fix a thousand sins.” you said.

It was the first time she had seen you smirk, and something about it unsettled her. It wasn’t the smirk itself, it was the fact that it felt… earned. As if it was meant for her and her alone.

And it lingered only for a sceond before fading.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said. “I’ll tell you about me. Not everything, but enough to satisfy your curiosity. How much depends on how much you help me get what I need.”

Wednesday’s brows knitted together, her mind working rapidly to process your words. This was a gamble, a game of secrets and trust or lack thereof. And yet, she found herself intrigued.

“Very well,” she said finally. “But don’t think for a moment that I’ll be satisfied with scraps. If I’m helping you, I’ll expect substance, not crumbs.”

You didn’t respond, but something in your gaze shifted, a silent acknowledgment of her terms. Without another word, you turned and began walking down the hall.

Wednesday followed, her steps light and deliberate, her mind churning with questions. What were you looking for in the Nightshade Library? Why were you so guarded? And why... why did she feel something seeing your smirk?

The statue of Edgar Allan Poe was just ahead as the two of you stopped.

Wednesday stepped forward, she glanced at you, her dark eyes daring you to comment. You remained expressionless, giving her nothing, as always.

She snapped her fingers twice.

The faint clicking of mechanisms echoed, and the statue shifted. Its heavy base slid back, revealing a dark staircase spiraling downward.

Neither of you spoke as you made your way down the stairs.

Once at the center of the library, Wednesday turned to face you. “What are you looking for?”

“That’s not part of the deal.” You said as your eyes were scanning the shelves, skipping over rows of books as though you instinctively knew what you sought. She internally sighed for even offering to help.

It didn’t take long. Your gaze landed on a dusty, leather-bound tome nestled deep in the recesses of a high shelf. The book was thick and worn, and it was tightly bound by some sort of green metallic wires. It was dusty, untouched for ages like most of the books here.

As you reached for it, Wednesday approached, her curiosity clearly piqued. She peered over your shoulder as you pulled the book free, revealing its cracked and worn leather cover etched with strange, arcane symbols. You carried it to a nearby table and set it down carefully, your fingers brushing away the layers of dust.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

Before you could answer or more likely refuse to answer, a faint sound from behind you drew your attention.

Without hesitation, you conjured a katana in one fluid motion. You spun on your heel, the blade slicing through the air, and lunged.

The blade sang through the air as you moved with precision, grabbing the intruder and shoving him against the bookshelves. Xavier’s mask clattered to the ground as he struggled against your grip, your blade pressed firmly against his throat.

“Wait, wait, wait! Stop! Whoa! Whoa!” Xavier stammered, his wide eyes darting between the blade and your impassive face.

Wednesday smirked, crossing her arms as she observed the scene. “You shouldn’t have stopped,” she mocked dryly. “Xavier could use an upgrade. He might finally get the touch he needs so much! Getting rid of his face.”

Xavier shot her a panicked glance. “Not helping, Wednesday!”

One by one, they all came out, the members of nightshade society—Bianca, Ajax, Yoko, Kent and Divina.

“You can’t just bring whoever you want down here,” Bianca snapped. “This place is supposed to be a secret.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, her smirk deepening. “Clearly, it’s not much of a secret if you’re the ones guarding it.”

Bianca shot her a warning look before turning her gaze to you. “You don’t belong here,” Bianca said, her voice cold. “And in case you didn’t know, Ajax can stone you, and Yoko is faster than you’ll ever be. So I’d think twice before trying anything.”

You didn’t even flinch. Instead, you tilted your head slightly and replied in an even, calm tone, “Do you want to try?”

The group exchanged uncertain glances. Wednesday noted the faint flicker of fear in their eyes, a reaction she found... satisfying.

Yoko stepped forward, chuckling softly. “I’m not faster than you. Don’t mind Bianca; she’s still feisty from getting beaten by you in fencing.” She shot a playful look at Bianca, who scowled in response. Yoko’s grin awkwardly widened as she pulled Bianca back, making way for you.

“By the way,” Yoko added, glancing at Xavier, who was still pinned to the bookshelf, “can I make a tiny request? Not really important, but maybe let go of him before he has a heart attack?”

Your gaze shifted to Xavier, the look in your eyes promising, If you try that again, I won’t stop my sword next time. Slowly, you pulled the blade back as it vanished into the air as you unconjured it.

Without sparing another glance at the group, you reached for the book, tucking it under your arm as you turned to leave.

Wednesday followed, pausing only to glance over her shoulder at the stunned group. “I’d say it was nice catching up, but I’d be lying.”

You didn’t speak as Wednesday walked behind you. She didn’t expect you to. But the weight of unanswered questions was pressing on her. Finally, she broke it.

“What’s in the book?” she asked,

“Information,” you replied simply.

She frowned slightly, pressing further. “Information about what?”

“Not me.”

The two words were curt, but their meaning was clear. Wednesday’s mind immediately clicked back to the terms of your deal. She had taken you to the Nightshade Library, and in return, you had promised to answer her questions about yourself. But this book wasn’t part of that exchange. It was something else entirely.

“Fine,” Wednesday said “Now it’s my part of the deal. I ask you questions about yourself, and you answer truthfully. Do not attempt to lie. I can tell the difference.”

Finally, you stopped and turned. There was something unreadable in your expression—calm, detached, as always, but then it shifted. Slowly, deliberately, your lips curled into the faintest smirk. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Wednesday caught it.

That smirk.

She hadn’t seen any emotion on your face Enid had tried to engage you, when the Nightshade Society had surrounded you with suspicion and hostility. She had only seen it when it was only you and her, it was there, just for her.

It was... unsettling.

Before Wednesday could dwell on it, your voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Ask your questions and be done with it.”

Wednesday’s fingers twitched behind her back as her mind raced through the countless questions she wanted to ask. But she knew she had to start somewhere.

“Why are you really here?”

You raised an eyebrow.

"What did you do at your last school to get transferred here, or did you come willingly?” she elaborated.

“I came willingly,” you said without hesitation, your voice calm, as if the answer was obvious.

“Why?” she pressed.

“I had work.”

“Work?”

“Demon hunting.”

It was so matter-of-fact, so devoid of emotion, that Wednesday was momentarily speechless. She blinked, half-expecting that smirk to return, telling her it was sarcasm. But you didn’t. Your face remained neutral, your posture relaxed yet guarded, as if you had just told her something as mundane as the weather forecast.

“What… what does that mean?” she asked, her voice quieter but no less intense.

“It means exactly what it sounds like,” you said evenly. “I get hired to hunt demons. My father trained me.”

The words landed with an almost tangible weight. Wednesday prided herself on her composure, but even she found it difficult to mask the intrigue and unease bubbling inside her.

Her mind raced. Demon hunting? It sounded absurdly dangerous, but the calmness with which you spoke of it suggested otherwise. Still, she found herself grappling with the idea of someone her age taking on such a task.

“How old are you?” she blurted before she could stop herself. She instantly hated how curious she sounded, but the question lingered nonetheless.

You rolled your eyes, the closest thing to irritation she’d seen from you. “I age normally. I’m your age.”

It was such a simple answer, but it left her with more questions than before. Why would someone your age be hunting demons? Why would your father send you to Nevermore now? And more importantly, why did you move through the world with such deadly precision, like you were always preparing for the next fight?

“Why do you hunt demons?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost hesitant.

You didn’t answer immediately. For a moment, you simply looked at her, your expression unreadable. Then, finally, you said, “I think the questions you’ve asked are enough payment for your assistance.”

It wasn’t a refusal, but it was a wall, just like the one's she has built around herself. You weren’t going to answer. Not now. And yet, the way you avoided the question only made her more determined to uncover the truth. Wednesday wasn’t used to being denied, and she found the challenge you presented both infuriating and... intriguing.

She followed you silently as you began walking again, her gaze flicking to the book in your hands.

“Demons,” she finally said, her voice slicing through the quiet. “What are they exactly? Giant monsters? Beasts with claws and fangs? Creatures of folktales?”

You didn’t answer as if her words had evaporated into the night air.

The lack of response was infuriating and Wednesday wasn’t even surprised. She had expected resistance. Still, she persisted. “You claim to hunt them. Surely you can describe what it is you face. Or do you find it amusing to leave me in ignorance?”

Again, you didn’t respond, and Wednesday’s jaw tightened. Her dark eyes flicked to the book you held, its worn cover and metallic bindings catching the faint light. Now the book intrigued her just as much as you did.

Her mind raced with possibilities. She couldn’t simply take the book from you; you would sense her intent before she could act.

Dispatching Thing to steal it was out of the question as well. She could already envision the outcome: you sensing Thing’s presence, catching him mid-act, and possibly doing something drastic. The way you had nearly sliced Xavier’s throat in the blink of an eye without any hesitation just for sneaking up on you... No, she couldn’t risk Thing. She would need another way to learn more.

Her voice cut through the silence again. “Your swordsmanship, was that something your father taught you?”

This time, you slowed your steps, just enough for her to notice. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in your eyes, an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

“No,” you said simply. “I figured that out.”

Wednesday’s brows knitted together in disbelief. “You figured that out?” she repeated, her tone laced with skepticism. “No one simply ‘figures out’ swordsmanship. It takes years of training, discipline—”

You interrupted her “I figured it out,” you repeated, leaving no room for argument.

Frustration simmered beneath Wednesday’s composed exterior. Your cryptic responses were as infuriating as they were intriguing. She couldn’t fathom how someone could master a skill like that without instruction. But then, nothing about you followed conventional logic.

The two of you reached the steps to Ophelia Hall, for a moment, it seemed the conversation was over, but Wednesday’s curiosity refused to let her remain silent.

When the hallway to her dorm came into view, her frustration boiled into something she rarely allowed herself to feel: desperation. You had what you wanted now. There was no more reason for you to seek her out, no leverage she could use to force you into another exchange.

This was it.

For the first time, Wednesday Addams felt the sting of helplessness. And she hated it.

As you turned to leave, something in her snapped. “Wait.”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder. “What?”

Her mind scrambled for something, anything to keep the conversation from ending. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“The way you beat me,” she clarified, her tone sharpening as if to mask the vulnerability behind her request. “During our last fencing match.”

You turned fully now, facing her.

She continued, her voice cool and measured. “I know how to handle a rapier. I’ve studied various forms of swordsmanship. But the technique you used—it's unlike anything I’ve seen. It could prove… useful.”

“Useful?” you repeated, your tone neutral but tinged with curiosity

Wednesday hesitated for a fraction of a second, but she quickly masked it coming up with something. “Yes. I’ve been meaning to put Bianca in her place again. Your technique might be just the thing to humiliate her properly.”

“And what makes you think I’d teach you?”

She rolled her eyes as her tone sharpened. “It’s not a matter of ‘teaching.’ You wouldn’t need to explain. I can observe. All I need is for you to demonstrate. You seem to enjoy a challenge. Consider this one.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying her. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and Wednesday felt her irritation flare. That expression again. She hated how it made her feel—off-balance, as though you were the one dissecting her.

“I’ll think about it,” you said at last.

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting right now,” you replied.

You turned without another word, continuing down the hall toward your dorm. Wednesday remained rooted to the spot. Her thoughts spiraled, replaying every word, every glance, every flicker of emotion you had allowed her... only her to see.

She had what she wanted, another thread to pull, another opportunity to uncover more about you. But even as she told herself it was all for the sake of satisfying her curiosity, a nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered otherwise.

She ignored it. Or at least, she tried to.

When Wednesday stepped into her room, Enid bolted upright in her bed,

“Wednesday! Oh my god, you’re finally back!” Enid whisper-yelled, her voice a mix of relief and exasperation. She clutched her phone like it was her emotional support animal.

“I was so scared you were out there doing something... you know... Wednesday-ish. And with Y/N? Are you kidding me? I thought for sure I was gonna get a text saying you’d been arrested. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” Wednesday finally replied, “that I do not require your approval or your concern.”

Enid huffed, crossing her arms over her pink top, “Well, someone has to worry about you because you clearly don’t!” She paused, “Anyway... how was the date?”

Wednesday froze mid-step as she turned to face Enid. “Excuse me?”

“The date,” Enid said, emphasizing the word with a mischievous grin. “You know, you and Y/N, sneaking off together into the night, exchanging cryptic looks and intense vibes. Classic romance. Sooo... how did it go?”

Wednesday glared at her, the look sharp enough to cut glass. “It wasn’t a date, Enid. It was an interrogation. One that, I might add, yielded frustratingly little information.”

Enid flopped back onto her bed dramatically, groaning. “Ugh, you’re no fun. How can it not be a date? I mean, the two of you are so...” She gestured vaguely, her hands mimicking some kind of explosion. “...tension-y.”

“Tension-y is not a word,” Wednesday deadpanned, moving toward her wardrobe to retrieve her nightclothes. She disappeared behind the changing screen, her voice carrying through. “And whatever you imagine my interactions with Y/N to be, I assure you, they are nothing of the sort. It was just an exchange of information, nothing more.”

“You’re no fun. Fine, it wasn’t a date. But you can’t deny there’s something going on between you two. Totally intense. And you-”

“Enough, Enid,” Wednesday cut her off, climbing into bed. “If you insist on fantasizing about my personal life, at least do so silently. I require rest.”

Enid rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine, fine. Goodnight, Wens. Sweet dreams of a certain someone.”

Wednesday groaned internally as she closed her eyes, letting the darkness of sleep swallow her. But even as her mind began to drift, she couldn’t help but replay your last words to her: “I’ll think about it.”

Wednesday’s gaze flicked over the students passing by. You should be here, she thought, where are you?

“You’re weirdly quiet this morning,” Enid noted, glancing at Wednesday as they approached their table with breakfast “Not that you’re usually a chatterbox, but still.”

“I was reflecting on the peaceful silence I enjoyed before you began speaking,” Wednesday replied dryly.

Enid rolled her eyes but let it slide. The two of them sat down, Enid immediately reaching for the stack of waffles in front of her.

“So,” Enid began between bites " I was thinking-"

"Truly a groundbreaking moment in history." Wednesday muttered.

“Ha ha,” Enid said sarcastically. “As I was saying, the Poe Cup is coming up, and we need to form a team.”

Wednesday sipped her coffee, unimpressed. “You mean, you need to form a team. I’m not interested.”

“Oh, come on!” Enid said, pouting. “Last year was so much fun, and we actually won! Don’t you want to keep the streak alive?”

“No.”

“Please? Pretty please?” Enid got out her puppy eyes.

Wednesday sighed, setting her cup down with more force than necessary. “Why don’t you find someone else? I have better things to do.”

“Well,” Enid said, fidgeting with her fork, “that’s the thing. One of the girls on our team transferred out after all the drama last year. So... we’re already down a person even if you join.”

“Tragic,” Wednesday said dryly.

"And everyone seems too afraid to participate, no one seems to come up... So I was actually thinking about asking Y/N to join too.”

Wednesday froze. Slowly, she turned to face Enid, her eyes narrowing. “You were planning to ask her?”

“Yeah,” Enid said brightly, oblivious to Wednesday’s sudden tension. “I mean, if she says yes, you and her in the same team? We will have the most unstoppable team in Nevermore history. And if she says no... well, I’ll just have to work extra hard to convince her.”

Wednesday didn’t respond, her mind preoccupied with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, she had no desire to participate in another Poe Cup. On the other, the idea of you aligning with Enid’s cheerful chaos—and possibly bonding with her—left an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

Finally, Enid broke the silence. “So? Are you in?”

She let out a tired sigh. “Fine. I’ll join your team. But only because your incessant whining is insufferable.”

Enid beamed, clapping her hands together. “Yes! You won’t regret it, Wens. We’re going to crush everyone. And when Y/N joins, it’ll be game over for the competition.”

Wednesday didn’t share Enid’s enthusiasm, but she couldn’t deny a flicker of curiosity. If you agreed to join the team, it would be yet another opportunity to observe you up close, to understand what makes you- you.

“Ready to lose, Addams?” Bianca asked, adjusting her grip.

“I don’t lose. I simply assess flaws in my opponents’ technique until they defeat themselves.” Wednesday replied, stepping into position.

Strike, parry, lunge—her movements were precise, calculated, and relentless. But even as she focused on the match, her thoughts were elsewhere.

Where are you?

You weren't at breakfast, You hadn’t appeared for fencing class. She told herself it was curiosity, maybe her need for a rematch, nothing more. But the faint pang of disappointment at not seeing you was a feeling she couldn’t entirely suppress.

Bianca’s blade grazed Wednesday’s shoulder, snapping her attention back to the match.

“Distracted today, Addams?” Bianca taunted, taking the advantage to press forward.

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. She wouldn’t allow anyone, least of all Bianca, to expose a moment of weakness. With a swift disengage and a perfectly timed riposte, she scored a touch on Bianca’s chest, earning a point.

“Hardly,” Wednesday replied, her voice icy.

The match ended in her victory, as expected, but it felt hollow. Even as she returned her rapier to its rack and packed away her gear, her mind kept circling back to you.

Alchemy class had started precisely ten minutes ago. Wednesday sat at her station, her notebook open and pen poised, ready to absorb whatever instruction was given. Despite her usual attentiveness, her gaze kept flicking to the door.

It wasn’t until the teacher began explaining the chemical interactions of reagents in transmutation circles then you finally entered.

You walked in as if you owned the room. No apology, no explanation. Your footsteps were measured, calm, as though arriving late was entirely intentional. The other students turned to look, whispering to one another, but you ignored them all. And took the empty seat beside Wednesday.

She waited for you to offer some explanation, but none came.

Finally, she leaned slightly toward you, her voice low enough not to attract attention. “Where were you?”

Without even looking at her, you replied, “I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

The curt dismissal sent a flicker of irritation through her. She narrowed her eyes, studying your profile.

“Interesting,” Wednesday said, her tone flat but with a razor’s edge. “Your penchant for evasion is almost as impressive as your talent for making enemies.”

“I didn’t realize I was supposed to inform you of my every move. Should I start providing hourly updates?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t relevant,” Wednesday countered.

"I fail to see how my schedule has any bearing on your life.” you replied, turning your attention to the potion ingredients laid out in front of you.

Wednesday’s fingers tightened around her pen.

After last night, she had thought they had... progressed, in some way. Not to friendship, she didn’t entertain such trivialities, but to something more than this cold indifference.

Evidently, she was wrong.

She turned her attention back to the professor, though her thoughts remained stubbornly fixed on you.

When class ended, Wednesday packed her things with more force than necessary. You, as usual, seemed unbothered, moving at your own unhurried pace.

She considered leaving without a word, but the thought of you dismissing her again was unbearable.

As the two of you exited the classroom, she matched your stride.

She didn’t speak immediately, her mind grappling with the questions swirling in her head.

Finally, she broke the silence. “About last night.”

“What about it?” you asked, not looking at her.

“I thought we had reached some… understanding,” she said, her tone carefully neutral.

You finally turned to look at her, your eyes sharp and unyielding. “I told you what I’d tell you. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Her jaw tightened. “And the demonstration you promised?”

“I didn’t promise anything,” you said evenly. “I said I’d think about it.”

“And?” she pressed.

“I haven’t had time to think about it,” you replied, your tone dismissive.

“You seemed to have plenty of time last night.” she said.

Your lips quirked slightly, not quite a smirk but close. “You think too highly of yourself if you believe I’ve spent the entire night pondering your request. And now that I do think about it, I don’t see why it matters. You’re not worth wasting my time.”

The words struck Wednesday harder than she expected. She kept her face impassive, but inside, a strange, unfamiliar ache bloomed. Her jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. She hated the way her chest ached, hated the vulnerability that threatened to surface.

But she would never let you see it.

“I see,” Wednesday said finally, her voice icy. “Then perhaps I shouldn’t waste any more of your valuable time.” Without waiting for a response, she quickened her pace, leaving you behind. Behind her, your steps slowed, and she resisted the urge to look back.

Botany class passed in a blur for Wednesday. The usually calming task of handling deadly poisonous plants gave no solace. Her mind churned with your words, replaying them over and over. She hated how much they stung, hated the power you seemed to wield over her thoughts.

And yet, when class ended, you approached her.

“Meet me behind the greenhouse,” you said, your voice low and deliberate. “After the sun falls.”

Before she could respond, you turned and walked away. She hated how you left her with more questions than answers. But despite herself, she knew she would meet you.

Part 3

[A/n: Tried another new route, in most fics I see that it is the reader character who earns Wednesday's smile, so I thought I should reverse the roles a bit, how did you guys like this one?]

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hyuneskkami · 3 months ago

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astronomy

𝓽sukishima kei x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : cassie!!!!! ilysm for requesting this <3 + i'm sorry I didn't write this sooner 😭 I had the best time nerding out about stars in this fic fr! alsoalso it's pretty short, so i'm sorry about that too 😩

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : stargazing , friend!tsukki x friend!reader , both of them like each other but are oblivious , no actual moves are made (maybe part 2) , very very short drabble , reader rambling about constellations (<3) , shooting stars ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 0.7k

“the sky is so pretty tonight,” I sighed. tsukishima and I sat cross-legged on our school’s roof.

since we were both a part of the student council, as co-sports captains, we had to stay back after hours to work on setting up everything for next week’s inter-school volleyball tournament that karasuno’s hosting.

we had just finished setting up all the stalls outside the court, and decided to call it a day since it was nearly nine in the night.

exhausted, I flopped onto my back. I pulled tsukishima down with me, and pulled out his arm to rest my head on.

“my favourite cushion,” I mumbled, smiling.

“my time as a cushion is very valuable, I must say.” he said, joking. “I bill by the hour.”

“yes, sir! you’ll get paid for being the best cushion ever.”

“I better.” he grumbled, and the both of us laughed.

after a while of just looking at the stars, tsukishima broke the silence.

“which constellation is that?” he asked me, pointing at the sky.

“oh! that’s hydra! it’s the longest constellation that’s ever been officially named.” I said, starting to ramble about it. “it’s made of, like, 17 different stars. oh my god, i’ve never been happier about how less pollution there is, in our prefecture. anyway, the brightest one there, if you see it,” I pointed at one star. “that’s alphard, or alpha hydrae. it’s like the defining star because it’s brighter than the rest, in the hydra constellation.”

“what about the one above that?” he asked, pointing to a quadrilateral-looking arrangement of stars.

“I think that’s… corvus? it’s symbolised by a crow or a raven. the four ends of the quadrilateral you can see, are gamma, delta, epsilon, and beta corvi. it’s associated with the greek god, apollo.”

I turned to check if he fell asleep, but he was staring at me quietly. he quickly whipped his head ahead, masking his smile.

I traced my fingers over the freckles on his cheek, under his eyes.

“this constellation’s my favourite one of all, though,” I whispered, observing his freckles. no matter how faint at night, everytime I saw them, I had this urge to trace every single one of them. join them like stars join to make constellations, and name them all.

his eyes fluttered close slowly.

I turned back to the sky, my cold fingers still resting against his warm cheek.

before I could continue telling him about the other constellations I could spot, a shooting star appeared at the edge of my vision. I sat up suddenly, and slapped tsukki’s arm.

“it’s a shooting star!” I exclaimed, in awe. “make a wish, tsukki! quick!”

I closed my eyes, and clasped my hands.

I wish I get amazing grades forever. and… I wish this moment with tsukki… lasted forever. I also wish for cute stuffed toys for my birthday this year!

I opened my eyes and turned to tsukishima, who was already looking at me.

“did you make a wish?” I asked, smiling.

tsukishima’s pov:

“make a wish, tsukki! quick!” y/n said.

my heart fluttered at the nickname, even though she called me that a lot. get a grip, kei! I chide myself.

her eyes closed, and her eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

I took in all of her features. the shape of her eyes. the slope of her nose. the curve of her lips. her beauty.

“did you make a wish?” she asked, opening her eyes and turning to me.

heat crept up my neck after getting caught staring at her. twice.

“yeah,” I lied.

every smile she sent my way, and every laugh i’d heard from her. every low moment in our volleyball careers we went through together. every win we celebrated with each others’ teams.

she was my dream come true.

what else could I wish for, if all i’d ever wanted was right in front of my eyes?

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ginnsbaker · 19 hours ago

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All Of Your Pieces (14 - The Twins)

Chapter Summary: Stark's Annual Charity Ball pulls the invisible string that finally nudges you and Wanda in the right direction.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 6.2k+ | Chapter Tags: Age of Ultron!Wanda, Mild angst, comfort, fluff

A/N: I haven't written anything new in more than 2 weeks, but I'll just keep posting the chapters I've finished *cries* Anyway, this particular update is a milestone in R and Wanda's relationship, and it involves an auction. Kinda obvious where that will lead us to, yea? Enjoy! // More author's notes here.

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“I can't believe you're letting Tony pimp me out to some geriatric billionaire—” you stormed into Steve's office, tracking mud across the carpet.

It was pouring outside, and as soon as you arrived at the compound, Vision greeted you with a curious question. “What's a human auction? Is it like those slave sales back in the 1500s?” he had asked. You had brushed him off, heading straight for the one person you knew had to have given the final approval on this sort of thing.

“Whoa, hold on a second,” Steve cut in, his eyes going wide as he dropped his pen. He braced himself, clearly prepared for whatever wild accusation you were about to hurl his way. “No one is going to be ‘pimped out’ at Stark's Annual Charity Ball!”

Natasha, sprawled in a leather chair by the window, ankle cocked over knee, quirked an eyebrow at your entrance, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Someone’s fired up today,” she commented dryly.

You paced, the wooden floor creaking underfoot, fingers threading through your hair. “Then what do you call auctioning me off like some kind of prize to the highest bidder?” you demanded.

He leaned back, the chair groaning under his weight. “It’s not like that. You know it’s one of the biggest fundraising events of the year. We make an appearance every time to show our support.”

“Yes, make an appearance,” you jabbed the air with your finger. “Smile for the cameras, shake a few hands—that I can handle. But being part of an auction? That's crossing a line.”

Natasha shook her head, clearly amused by your distress. “You know, the bidders aren't all bad. Sure, some of them might be older, but age brings experience. You might end up meeting an attractive, mature woman. Isn't that your dream?”

You shot her a skeptical look. “Very funny, Nat.”

“Lighten up, darling.”

You squinted at her. “Are you one of the prizes to bid on?”

“Nope,” she replied without elaboration, her face giving away nothing.

Turning back to Steve, you threw your hands up in exasperation. “You said everybody was involved!”

He squirmed, eyes darting away. “Well, not everyone.”

“Great,” you muttered sarcastically. “So who’s actually on the block?”

Steve started counting off on his fingers. “There's me. Vision agreed to participate—some tech leaders are eager to meet him. Sam volunteered; he's offering a personalized flight experience. Bruce is giving a private lecture on gamma radiation. Even Don from accounting signed up.”

“Don from accounting?” you echoed incredulously. “The guy who brings tuna sandwiches for lunch every day?”

“He's offering financial planning sessions,” Natasha said. “Riveting stuff.”

It seemed everyone had a well-thought-out plan tailored to their expertise—everyone, that is, except you.

“So, what are you guys expecting me to offer?” you asked, already dreading the answer.

Steve swapped a look with Natasha, then cleared his throat. “Tony was thinking you could throw in something exclusive—like a dinner, maybe an entire evening out, for the highest bidder.”

“A date?” you scoffed.

“Think of it less as being ‘sold’ and more as donating your irresistible presence for a noble cause,” Natasha said.

“Me?” you said, pointing to yourself with a sardonic chuckle. “Irresistible?”

Natasha smirked. “Don't sell yourself short. Some people might find your brooding charm... appealing.”

“Careful, Romanoff,” you retorted, a sly grin on your face as you sauntered over with a mischievous sway in your step. “Keep talking like that, and I might think you're flirting with me.”

She barely spared you a glance. “Not in a million years.”

“So, there's a number?” you quipped, grinning wider.

“Alright, that's enough,” Steve barked, pushing himself off his chair, trying to look like the picture of authority. “The auction lineup is final; people have already shown interest. All I'm asking is for two hours of you on your best behavior. Can you do that?”

You shrugged, already backing toward the door. “No promises,” you muttered, turning to leave.

As you rushed out of Steve's office, you collided abruptly with what felt like a solid wall—only it turned out to be someone.

More specifically, Wanda. You caught a wisp of her red before it vanished completely, suggesting she'd instinctively used her powers to cushion her own impact. Good for her. For you? Not so much.

“Sorry, didn't see you there,” you said, rubbing a tender spot on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you, like a deer caught in headlights. She nodded too eagerly before excusing herself as if she was in a hurry. You shrugged and turned back to the direction you were heading.

It had been over a week since you'd inadvertently caused a scene at a restaurant Wanda often visited, leading you to awkwardly apologize later with takeout. After Wanda stormed out that night, you lost interest in your date and ended up cutting the evening short just as Alex was suggesting drinks. Your relationship with Wanda hadn’t really improved or worsened since then, which was probably for the best, all things considered. You had noticed, however, that Vision seemed to stick by her side even more than before. You’re happy for them. Ever since he told you that Wanda was lonely, you thought she needed someone like him—a truly devoted friend or more.

“Two hours,” you muttered to yourself as you entered your room, closing the door behind you with a soft click. “How hard can it be?”

—

It was a spectacle—exactly what you'd expect from a Stark event.

Hosted at New York's iconic Metropolitan Museum of Art, the fundraiser didn't just rival the Met Gala—it eclipsed it. The guest list was a who's who of the world's elite, pulling not only A-list celebrities from fashion and entertainment but also power brokers from technology, real estate, automotive, food, and pharmaceuticals.

Your teammates were dispersed throughout the venue. Having arrived half an hour earlier, you hadn't spotted any of them yet, but you suspected they were probably doing the same thing you were—stalling, avoiding the spotlight until the last possible moment when they would have to step forward and be seen. You found yourself lingering near the entrance, fidgeting with the straps of your elegant black dress. It was a daring choice, selected by a fashion guru Tony had brought in specifically for this event. You had resisted this outfit until the final moment, relenting only when Tony threatened to schedule you for more public appearances—gigs he usually delegated to Rhodes or Sam on ordinary days.

“Looking sharp,” Clint remarked, coming up beside you. He was adjusting his bow tie, a slight grin on his face as he took in your outfit.

Finally—someone to stick with for the rest of the evening.

“Flattery won't get you out of babysitting duty tonight,” you teased, trying to ignore the anxious butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckled, his eyes scanning the patrons. “Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on you.”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, scanning the room yourself.

You tried to distract yourself by diving into shop talk with Clint, who indulged you but seemed more focused on his martini, sipping and nodding with the occasional terse response. It was fine by you; at least it was a way to pass the time until the event wrapped up.

Soon, Natasha joined you, wearing a glittery gold dress that was both classy and seductive, covering most but highlighting just enough. You made an effort not to stare too much at your mentor. Back in your rookie year with the team, you'd harbored a bit of a crush on her, but that had faded as she took a more active role in your training. Over time, you came to see her as a sister, finding in her and Clint the semblance of the family you never had.

She complimented Clint on his suit before turning to you. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Trying to,” you replied truthfully.

“Here,” Natasha said, offering you her glass of champagne. “Two more of these and you’ll be fine.”

You accepted the glass, taking a tentative sip. It did little to settle your nerves, but you appreciated the gesture. “Thanks.”

“Look who decided to grace us with their presence,” Clint announced, nodding toward the entrance.

Vision had just arrived, dressed to impress. He resembled a polished gentleman, a look so fitting it was almost comical—like he belonged in a museum exhibit. You stifled a laugh at the thought, chiding yourself for even entertaining such a cheeky idea. Notably absent was Wanda, who you had expected to see at his side.

“Vision actually looks... dapper,” you observed.

Behind Vision, Sam and Rhodey entered, each with a stunning woman on their arm. Sam's date wore a sleek silver gown that shimmered under the lights, while Rhodey's companion was radiant in royal blue.

“Where's Bruce?” Natasha asked, glancing around the room. “He was supposed to be here by now.”

Clint emptied his glass of drink just in time for the waiter to arrive with a new one. “Haven't seen him. Steve's getting nervous he's a no-show.”

You frowned. “Wait, we can do that? Just... not show up?”

“If you're the Hulk, yeah, probably.”

“And Tony?” you asked.

“You know he doesn’t attend his own parties these days,” Clint said.

“Anyone seen Wanda?” Natasha asked suddenly.

For a moment, you'd forgotten about her. You hadn't heard anything about her participating in the auction, and you didn't want to ask why. She was still relatively new to the team, and the events of Sokovia were still fresh in everyone's minds. Maybe Tony didn’t want to stir the pot by introducing the newest member so soon.

“Haven’t seen her,” Clint replied. “Maybe she's skipping it.”

“Or maybe she's just running late,” Natasha suggested.

You shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. “Either way.”

Just then, the grand hall’s light dimmed, and the spotlight found its way to the center of the stage where Steve stood, clad in a classic tuxedo, his hair slicked back, the blue of his eyes catching the light and gleaming under the gaze of hundreds who adored him.

“Good evening, everyone,” he started, racking up cheers from the crowd, mostly from the women up front. “On behalf of the Avengers and Stark Industries, thank you for joining us tonight. Your generosity makes a profound difference.”

For a guy who was frozen for half a century, he sure had a knack for working a room and blending into this new era. You shifted your weight, trying to quell the restless energy inside you. Who would make a bid for you? Or worse, what if no one did? Each thought was as mortifying as the other. You reached for your third glass of champagne, trying to drown the embarrassment that had started with Natasha's first toast.

Steve went on, “We're starting tonight's auction with some exclusive items straight from Tony's personal garage—a collection of rare prototypes and unique gadgets.”

The first item was wheeled out—a sleek, custom-built motorcycle with cutting-edge tech enhancements. The crowd murmured appreciatively. Bidding was enthusiastic, and the motorcycle sold for an impressive sum. Next came a high-tech smartwatch with capabilities far beyond anything on the market, followed by a limited-edition arc reactor, encased in glass as a piece of art.

As the last of Tony's treasures was auctioned off, Steve returned to the microphone. “And now, we have something very special. For the first time tonight, we're offering you the opportunity to spend time with two of our own heroes.”

The cheer was resounding. You wanted to throw up at the sound of it.

“First up,” Steve announced, “we have Vision.”

A spotlight found Vision as he made his way to the stage. He nodded politely to the audience and they cheered even louder.

“The winning bidder will enjoy a personalized afternoon with Vision,” Steve continued. “A chance to discuss philosophy, technology, or any subject of your choosing.”

The bidding began immediately.

“Fifty thousand,” someone called out.

“Seventy-five,” another voice said.

“One hundred thousand!”

A collective gasp filled the ballroom. From there, the bids shot up even more quickly.

“One hundred fifty thousand!”

“Two hundred thousand!”

“Two hundred fifty thousand!” a woman declared from the back, her paddle held high.

It was the highest bid of the night so far.

“Going once, going twice... sold to bidder number 112 for two hundred fifty thousand dollars!” Steve announced, leading a round of applause.

Vision gave a gracious nod before exiting the stage.

You took a deep breath, realizing your turn was next. And there was no way you could go higher than Vision.

“And now,” Steve continued, “we have another incredible opportunity. An exclusive experience with one of our most skilled team members, Y/N.”

The spotlight swung in your direction. With a gentle nudge from Clint, you made your way to the stage, your heart pounding. Standing beside Steve, you tried to focus on the faces in the crowd, but the bright lights made it difficult.

You were expecting Steve to mention what you had to offer, but you were pleasantly surprised that he went right ahead to the bidding.

“Do I hear twenty thousand?” the auctioneer prompted.

An initial silence stretched on longer than you'd hoped.

“Twenty thousand,” a woman called out softly.

“Thirty thousand,” added a man seated toward the middle.

The bidding was slow compared to Vision's, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks. You wanted to kill Steve and Tony after this. You swore to yourself you would.

“Forty thousand,” the woman countered.

“Forty-five,” came another bid.

Just as you began to resign yourself to a modest outcome, a new bidder declared his interest.

“Sixty thousand,” declared a man standing near the side of the room.

You squinted, trying to make out his features. He was well-dressed, with dark hair and a pleasant disposition. Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite place where you'd seen him before.

“Seventy thousand,” the previous bidder upped the ante.

“Eighty thousand,” the newcomer responded.

The crowd began to take more interest.

“Do I hear ninety?” the auctioneer asked.

Your face was hurting from smiling the entire time, and you could feel sweat starting to roll down from the base of your exposed neck.

“Ninety thousand,” called out the woman from before.

The bids climbed steadily until the man finally offered a hundred-twenty.

Everybody held their breaths, waiting to see if this bid would top Vision’s, despite the auction's sluggish beginning.

“Going once, going twice... sold to bidder number 214 for one hundred twenty thousand dollars!”

The applause swelled around you as you stood there. You weren't hung up on how well you performed; you were just relieved it was finally over.

“Congratulations,” Steve said, pulling you into a hug. You kept your smile in place, leaned in close, and whispered, “This isn't over.”

The man who had won the bid was being escorted by one of the event staff to meet you.

As you approached him, recognition clicked into place. His name was Daniel—a member of the support staff at the Avengers compound. You'd seen him around, handling logistics and occasionally assisting with training setups.

He had that much amount of money to spend on you?

“Daniel?” you said, extending a hand. “I didn't expect to see you here.”

He shook your hand with a friendly smile. “Good to see you, Y/N. Actually, I'm here on behalf of someone else."

Before you could ask, he gestured toward a quiet hallway. “The person who actually bid on you and won is waiting for you down that hall.”

You entered a quaint gallery displaying an array of quirky artifacts that seemed centuries old—though your limited attention in history classes made it impossible to pinpoint their exact origins or era. What made you stop and stare was how it was peaceful and kind of personal, with no crowds to elbow through. You could see why some folks find it therapeutic to hang out in museums and galleries like this.

Standing near a large window was a figure. That unmistakable posture was all too familiar.

“Wanda?” you called out, startled.

She turned to face you, and her nervousness was impossible to miss. It clashed with how stunning she looked in her gown—a deep red that draped perfectly, with a daring neckline that plunged but somehow still looked elegant. The sleeves fluttered around her arms, and her brunette hair cascaded in wild waves, shortened by the curls to just past her shoulders. She was breathtaking.

Looking between Wanda and the closed door, you tried to piece it together. “So... you hired Daniel to bid for you?”

Wanda nodded. “I didn't want to draw attention by bidding myself. I hope that's okay.”

Warmth spread through you. Why would Wanda bid such a substantial amount of money for time with you, especially when you saw each other every day? It was odd, a little unsettling, but at least you weren’t paired with a complete stranger whose intentions might be unclear.

Though… what were Wanda’s intentions?

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked softly, her eyes searching yours. It hit you then—you hadn’t said a word in a while.

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, snapping out of your thoughts. “I’m just… surprised.”

Wanda took a few steps, not toward you, but toward the exit. “I didn't mean to—I just... If this makes you uncomfortable, we can just forget the whole thing.”

You could have simply taken her up on the offer, paid her back, and moved on. But instead, something compelled you to reach out and grasp her arm before she could leave. Wanda glanced over her shoulder, her expression a mix of wariness and curiosity.

You searched for the right words, your heart pounding. Then, a small smile formed on your lips as you shrugged lightly. “Do you want to get out of here?”

—

For a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, Wanda Maximoff didn’t just secure a free hotdog sandwich—she also claimed what might be the best view in the city. Better than the one from the Empire State Building, even—an exaggeration, perhaps, but isn’t any view more breathtaking when shared with the right person?

It was hardly the deal of a lifetime, but there you were, actually trying to make it worth her while.

Sitting together on a quiet rooftop terrace, the city's lights stretched out before you like a shimmering sea. You took a bite of your hotdog, moaning at the comfort of a simple snack.

Wanda glanced over at you, a soft smile playing on her lips. “This is nice,” she said.

You swallowed your bite and turned to face her. "Can I ask you something?"

“Of course.”

“Why did you bid on me?” you asked. “I mean, you could've bid on Vision.”

Wanda looked fairly confused. “Why would I bid on Vision?”

You shrugged, biting your tongue to keep yourself from insinuating to Wanda that he’s her boyfriend. Well, wasn’t he?

Wanda laughed softly, causing a smile to form on your own lips.

“Vision is always there,” she began thoughtfully. “Even when I don't ask for him, he shows up. Some days, it felt like there was too much of him.”

That was… unexpected. “I thought you two were close,” you said.

“We are, in a sense,” she said. “He's got a good heart, smart, well-meaning. But there are times I just need to be left alone. With Vision, it's as if he's always trying to figure me out, not just exist alongside me.”

You took a slow bite, chewing over her words. “Well, Vision does seem like an honorable person. I think he really cares about you.”

She smiled faintly. “I know he does. And I care about him too. But it's complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

Wanda sighed, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. You gave her space, watching silently until she turned to face you. When she did, you were struck by her eyes—a vivid green that outshone the moon itself.

“He's still figuring out what it means to be... human,” she explained. “Emotions, relationships—they're concepts he's learning, and sometimes I feel like a subject in an experiment.”

“I'm sorry you feel that way,” you whispered. Believing Vision would simply cure Wanda's loneliness was naive. You regretted the times you thought it was so simple, pushing her towards someone else just to keep her at arm's length. Now, sitting side by side on the terrace of your apartment—a detail you hadn't mentioned to Wanda—you realized her company wasn't so bad. Removed from the context of her powers and past faults, she seemed almost ordinary. And it didn't hurt that she was undeniably beautiful—a fact that admittedly played a part in why you had kept your distance. Her appearance made it too easy to become distracted.

“I could do a lot worse,” Wanda said lightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, before pointing to yourself. “You’re looking at her.”

Her laughter erupted, full and unrestrained. You realized you enjoyed hearing it—and even more, being the reason for it.

After a moment, you took a deep breath. “You know, you didn’t have to bid on me just to hang out. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was cold to you. It's just, initially, we were on opposite sides, and I'm kind of a loner by nature.”

“I didn’t bid on you for the company,” she said. “I heard you were upset about being auctioned off. I thought I’d help out.”

“Oh,” you managed, heat creeping into your cheeks in surprise and a bit of shame. “You really didn’t have to do that. Honestly, you could be anywhere else, doing something better with your time.”

She gave a light shrug, dismissing the thought. “I wanted to be here. And you're under no obligation—it’s your time.”

“That was a lot of money, Wanda.”

She flashed a small, knowing smile. “We get paid pretty well, and we live rent-free in a state-of-the-art facility with more food than we know what to do with. Honestly, I don’t know where to put all that money.”

You couldn't help but whistle at her extravagant dilemma about where to spend her money.

“Some of mine went here,” you mentioned, beginning to tidy up. You picked up Wanda’s hotdog box, then yours, and slipped them back into the paper bag they came in.

“Here?”

“This is, uh, my apartment in the city,” you admitted, feeling a bit sheepish about the modest surroundings. It wasn't much to look at—barely furnished since you hardly spent a night here. But it was nice to have a fallback, a place where you could imagine being just another average citizen, cooking dinner and passing out on the sofa to late-night TV. Not that you've actually done that here, but, you know, the possibility's always there.

“Oh,” Wanda breathed, her eyes going wide—and you hadn’t thought it was possible for them to be more disarming than they already were. “I—I didn’t realize. Sorry for intruding—”

“I invited you,” you pointed out, your grin turning amused at her reaction. It was nice to see her a little off-balance. Her gaze met yours, and there was something in her eyes that made you a bit nervous. Usually, you weren't easily thrown off by pretty women, but Wanda was different. She wasn't like anyone you'd ever met.

“It's getting a bit chilly,” she noted after a while, rubbing her arms lightly.

“Would you like to come inside?” you offered. “I can lend you something warmer.”

It didn’t take Wanda another second to accept. “Yes, please.”

“Come on,” you said, leading her to your bedroom. Opening a drawer, you pulled out a pair of soft pajama pants and a cozy sweater. “These should fit well enough. The bathroom is just through that door.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking the clothes. She headed into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

You grabbed a t-shirt and some comfortable boxers for yourself, beginning to change in your bedroom. As you pulled your shirt over your head, your eyes accidentally darted towards the bathroom. Through the partially open door, you inadvertently glimpsed Wanda from behind as she changed. Her back was turned, revealing a black lace bra as she slipped out of her dress.

You swallowed hard and quickly turned your eyes away, focusing on getting dressed as quickly as you could. You yanked your shirt down and shimmied into your shorts, trying to shake the image from your mind.

Moments later, Wanda stepped out dressed in your clothes, the sleeves of the sweater hanging slightly past her wrists. The outfit was a bit oversized but looked comfortable on her.

“These are perfect,” she said with a grateful smile. Noticing your flustered expression, she tilted her head. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” you stammered.

She gave you a curious look but didn't press the matter. Glancing at your attire, she commented, “Won't you be cold dressed like that?”

You looked down at yourself. “Oh, I'll be fine. I tend to get hot,” you replied, then realized the double meaning of your words. Your face grew warmer. “I mean, I warm up easily.”

Wanda smirked and didn’t bother to be subtle about it. “Good to know.”

You grabbed a pillow from your bed and tucked it under your arm. “Well, I guess I'll let you get some rest,” you said, heading toward the door.

“Wait,” Wanda called after you. “You're not sleeping on the sofa, are you?”

You looked up, surprised. “I was actually planning to catch up on some reading.”

She sighed, giving in. “Fine, if you're sure.”

“I'm sure,” you said, fluffing the pillow.

She smiled softly. “Goodnight, then.”

“Night, Wanda,” you replied. After a moment's pause, you added, “And... thanks again for tonight.”

She lingered in the doorway of the bedroom and nodded at you with a smile.

Before she could slip away, you called out, “Hey, wanna train together tomorrow?”

Her face lit up. “Looking forward to it.”

—

It wasn’t that your bed was uncomfortable. Far from it, actually. The mattress was firm but not too firm, the pillows soft enough to cradle her head. By all accounts, Wanda should’ve been fast asleep. But she wasn’t. Everything about the bed—about the room—was a distraction.

She couldn’t stop thinking about how the sheets had probably wrapped around your skin countless times, how your scent lingered faintly in the fabric no matter how often they’d been washed. She wondered what position you usually slept in. Did you curl up on your side, clutching a pillow? Did you sprawl across the bed, limbs outstretched in different directions? The thoughts were small, trivial, and maddeningly persistent.

No matter how many times she turned over, pulled the blanket tighter, or closed her eyes, her mind wouldn’t shut off. So, when she tossed and turned for what felt like the hundredth time, Wanda decided she wasn’t going to just lie there, restless and alone, while you were only a few feet away.

Wanda eased the door open, careful to make as little noise as possible, though the faint creak still gave her away. You were there, of course, exactly where she thought you’d be, sitting on the sofa with a book in your lap. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated your face, and Wanda’s breath hitched when she noticed the glasses perched on your nose.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, glancing up from the page but keeping your finger tucked between the chapters as a placeholder.

There was something about you at this hour, something Wanda couldn’t quite put her finger on. It wasn’t just the glasses or the book or the way the light softened the sharp lines of your face. You seemed different. More laid-back. Almost mellow. Wanda decided this was one of her favorite versions of you.

“Can’t sleep,” she murmured, fiddling with the rings on her fingers—a nervous habit she couldn’t quite kick.

Wanda bit her lip as you slid your glasses off and set them on the side table. It was endearing to think it was because you were giving her your full attention. You tapped the cushion next to you.

She obliged. The sofa dipped slightly under her weight, and she sat close enough for your shoulders to almost touch but left just enough distance to not assume too much. Wanda’s fingers stopped fidgeting, her hands resting in her lap as she glanced at the book you’d set aside.

“What were you reading?” she asked.

You smiled slightly, reaching for the book and turning it so she could see the cover. It wasn’t anything grand—just a worn paperback with creased pages and a faded title. That’s when Wanda’s gaze wandered to the shelves behind you, packed tight with books, some even spilling over into piles on the floor. Hardcovers, paperbacks, thick, ancient volumes that looked like they belonged in a library—

You weren’t just an ordinary reader.

“Didn’t take you for a… what’s that phrase you Americans use for someone who’s obsessed with reading?” Wanda asked, a light laugh escaping her lips.

“Bookworm,” you replied, grinning.

“Yeah—that.”

You chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Maximoff.”

The way you said her name sent a small shiver down her spine, but she hid it well, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked away for a moment. You weren’t sure if it was because it was late and your defenses were worn thin, or because the edges of exhaustion blurred your better judgment after spending the entire night nose-deep in your book. But something compelled you to speak to her.

Not small talk. Not another shallow exchange to fill the silence. No, you wanted to talk to her, really talk to her. About things that mattered, like how she was actually doing—not just the perfunctory “I’m fine” you’d heard her mutter too many times before. About how she was settling in at the compound, surrounded by strangers who were supposed to be her teammates but often felt like little more than colleagues. About what it felt like to start over in a new country, surrounded by a language and culture that weren’t hers.

About how she was coping without Pietro.

You wondered if anyone had asked her these things before—apart from Vision, maybe. And even then, you could imagine what those conversations might have been like. Vision was earnest, but earnestness only went so far. He probably asked like a child would, curious but detached.

“So, uhm,” you cleared your throat, pulling up your knees to hug them in front of your chest. “How—How have you been holding up?”

It took her a moment to respond, and for a second, you wondered if you’d overstepped, if she didn’t like being asked in the first place. But instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying you like she wasn’t sure if you were serious.

“Why do you ask?” she said finally, her accent curling softly around the words.

You hesitated, suddenly hyper-aware of how vulnerable the question made you feel. You weren’t used to this—to reaching out, to asking someone else to open up. But it was too late to backtrack now, so you shrugged, feigning casualness you didn’t feel. “Just thought… it’s been a lot. For you, I mean. New country, new team, new life.” You paused, glancing away. “It can’t be easy.”

Wanda let out a small, humorless laugh. “That’s putting it lightly.”

You didn’t reply immediately, giving her the opportunity to say more if she wanted to. When the silence stretched on, you pressed gently. “So? How are you holding up?”

She exhaled, a long, tired sound. “I’m... fine,” she said.

“That’s not an answer,” you said. “And you don’t have to give me one if you don’t want to. I just thought... maybe you’d want to talk.”

Wanda looked at you again as if trying to gauge whether you meant it. Whether you really meant that you cared.

“You’re asking me this now?” she said.

“Seemed like as good a time as any.”

Her lips twitched—almost a smile, but not quite—and she looked away again. “I don’t think anyone’s really asked me that,” she whispered after a moment. “Not like you just did.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you stayed quiet, letting her continue.

“It’s... hard,” she said, slow and careful. “Being here. With all of you. Everyone’s been... kind. But I can tell most of them don’t trust me.”

“They’ll come around,” you said, though you knew it wasn’t a guarantee. You knew better than anyone how slow trust could be, how much it took to earn it in a place like this. After all, it had taken you ages to come around yourself—ages of Wanda wearing you down in ways you hadn’t even noticed at first, of her saving your life and an embarrassing predicament.

“Maybe,” she said, her voice distant. She twisted the hem of her sweater between her fingers, her eyes focused on the floor.

“And Pietro?” you asked softly, almost afraid of the question.

“I think about him every day,” she said quietly. “About what he’d say if he were here. What he’d do. Sometimes, I swear I can still hear him in my head—his voice, the things he used to tell me. But then I catch myself trying to shush it, like I’m afraid I’ll get stuck there. In that space. I know it sounds crazy—”

“It’s not,” you cut in too quickly, but you meant them. Whatever grief looked like for her, it wasn’t something you had the right to call crazy.

She turned to you then, a small, rueful smile that felt like hope when her eyes couldn’t pretend she was grieving hard. It was the kind of smile that said she appreciated your words, even though you both knew they weren’t entirely true. You weren’t sure if she believed you or if she just wanted to believe you, but either way, she nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Sometimes,” she continued after a long pause, “I wonder if it would’ve been easier to go with him.”

You swallowed, the ache in her voice pulling something loose in you. You didn’t want to say anything, didn’t want to make it about you—but that feeling hit too close to home.

“I used to think that way, too,” you said quietly.

Wanda turned to look at you, surprised. She didn’t interrupt, though. She waited.

You rubbed a hand over your face, buying yourself a second to organize the thoughts you’d buried for so long. “I’m not saying it to compare,” you added, voice tight. “I just... I know what it’s like.”

“My dad died when I was a kid,” you said, keeping your voice light, like saying it matter-of-factly would dull the edges of it. “I barely remember him. Just flashes—his laugh, his cologne, stuff like that. But my mom... she hated me long before he was gone. She blamed me for everything. Especially for my twin not making it.”

Wanda stiffened beside you, but still, she said nothing.

“She blamed me,” you continued, the memories clawing their way back to the surface. “Said I killed him before he ever had a chance. And she never let me forget it. Never let me forget that it should’ve been me who didn’t make it.”

Wanda finally looked up, her eyes glistening, red-rimmed with tears she refused to let fall. You didn’t have the same strength. A single tear slipped down your cheek, hot and heavy.

“And for the longest time, I believed her. I thought she was right. I thought it would’ve been better if I hadn’t made it,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

You shook your head. “Don’t be. And it’s not like… it’s not like I think that way all the time anymore. But I get it. That feeling like maybe you weren’t supposed to be here, like someone else deserved it more. I know what it feels like.”

Wanda's gaze dropped to your hands that were still gripping your knee like a lifeline. She looked like she wanted to reach out and grasp them, but you weren’t ready for that kind of intimacy. You were barely keeping yourself together, and the thought of her touch, however comforting, might be the thing to break you.

“I didn’t know,” she said softly. “About your twin. About your mom. If this... if this was the nightmare I gave you in—”

“No reason you would,” you interrupted, cutting her off before she could finish, before she could drag Johannesburg, and the bitter, consuming hatred you’d felt for her then, into the room. You’ve forgiven her for that, and it was best that it stayed forgotten too. “It’s not exactly a conversation starter.”

She huffed a quiet, almost bitter laugh, but it faded quickly. “Still,” she said, hesitating, “I think… I think you were meant to be here. I don’t know why, but I do. I think there’s a reason.”

You swallowed dryly. “Maybe there’s a reason for you, too.”

Wanda looked hopeful. “Maybe,” she echoed.

Wanda’s shoulder pressed into yours, solid and warm, like she was holding you in place without even realizing it. Neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out just long enough for it to feel safe. Safe to sit here with the mess between you, around you, part of you.

The words she’d said—I think you were meant to be here—kept looping in your head, circling around all the things you’d told yourself for years. All the things you still believed. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be here, but in that moment, you weren’t sure it mattered.

Because she was here. And maybe that was enough.

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diana-rose-25 · 4 months ago

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— Seasons of Love

pairing: ex-girlfriend! Bada Lee x Reader

description: It left you a mess, the breakup with Bada Lee left you a mess. Promises broken and dreams together shattered, including you. Yet months after the unforeseen breakup, you know it's time to move on and choose yourself first, even after a certain someone enters your life again.

warnings: None. Angst

word count: 1106

status: unedited

now listening to:

"Hey," how you prayed to hear that voice months before. Yet with how cruel fate it, that is the sound of someone you no longer want to see ever again.

You blow the smoke out of your lips as the cold breeze of the night caresses your face, you hum in acknowledgment without looking at the person behind you. Too entranced by the city lights below you and frankly, too scared to face that person without breaking down in tears.

As you take another puff of the cigarette, you can hear the person make its way beside you and copied your position from the terrace, leaning against the barrier with her arms folded.

You let the silence engulf you both, only accompanied by the moon, the city lights, the heavy tension, and the music of the party inside, three feet apart.

Funny how this was the same night months ago, yet the atmosphere was much lighter, no party, only the company of each other, and bodies close and intertwined, at peace and happy.

Bada steals a glance from you, frowing as you take another puff of the cigarette between your fingers and lips.

"I thought you said you never liked or even tolerated smoking?" She asks before she can even think about it, cringing at herself for ruining the awkward moment in favor of asking you that question. She looks back at the city below as she discreetly pinches her arm.

"Yeah? Well, things changed I guess." You answered nonchalantly making Bada wither at the tone.

"Right," she clears her throat. "H-how are you?"

You roll your eyes at her, being nervous doesn't suit her, yet you couldn't care less.

Not after she so confidently broke up with you a couple months prior.

"Been better."

You've been working on yourself after she left you in the air on your own like a flightless bird thrown in the air by someone with a promise of catching you when you fall.

And fall you did in the dark abyss by yourself, drowning in your thoughts more and more after finding out she had someone new 2 months later.

Bada could only let out a cough nervously after your cold comment. She knows this is her fault.

Friendships and relationships were broken after what she did to you.

"(Y/N)?" She starts off, playing with her fingers as she looks at you. Adjusting her body to fully face you as she tries to reach out for your hand.

From your peripheral vision, you can see what she's trying to do. So without hesitation, you out the fire of your cigarette using the plate beside you and throw it out harshly out the street beneath you.

Bada recoils at the anger behind your throw and pulls her hand back.

You turn your head away from her, not wanting to see her hurt face from your action. Hoping she'll get the hint and leave you alone once and for all.

because standing here beside you hurts, it really hurts.

"I'm sorry." She says shakily, her hands forming into fists by her side to keep herself from crying in front of you. "I'm really sorry, (Y/N)."

You swalloed dryly, forcing yourself to let the tears stay in your eyes while you take a deep breath.

go away go away go away. Your mind repeats while your heart aches so much. you are the last thing I need or see right now.

You nod your head once without looking at her, and Bada wants to sob. Because deep down inside, she knew she did this to you.

She tried to get into a relationship after breaking up with you to forget, but it failed after a week. The cycle continues unhealthily but she knows her mind and heart will always return to you.

"C-come back," Bada breathes out quietly. "Please."

Funny how months ago, that was you. That was you begging her to come back after she left you in the dust with no explanation whatsoever.

Funny how you both were happy and content on a Thursday, and over on Saturday.

Funny how she expects you to do that after breaking up with you through text.

You let out a small laugh, finally allowing the tears to fall down as you stand up tall before facing her.

Bada never thought you could look any better than you already do despite your glossy eyes. You, wearing your favorite jacket and the wind blowing your hair, framing your face so beautifully. You, who she lets go in favor of listening to her fear without communicating with you. You, beautiful beautiful you.

"Stupid, stupid Bada." You say, walking towards her with hands in your pockets and a small smile on your face, yet it is deprived of happiness.

Bada wanted nothing more than to wipe the tear that went down your cheek, so she did. And you let it happen, resisting the instinct to lean into her warm palm.

"You willingly let me go months ago without hesitation," you start as Bada shakes hear head and gently cups your face this time with both of her hands.

"You chose to let me go without hesitation, Bada." Bada lets out a sob as she shuts her eyes tightly and presses her forehead against you.

You look at the woman you once loved break down in front of you, it aches your heart to see her like this. But you can't do anything about it but place your hand on top of hers, sliding your thumb against her in a comforting manner.

You both knew that this is the last time you'll ever be this close.

The last time Bada will get to hold you like this.

And the last time you'll allow yourself in her embrace and delude yourself that she'll choose you over anything else.

So you close your eyes and say, "there is no doubt and assurance in my mind that you won't do it again."

You step away from her and walk away before she can reach out and pull you close again.

Funny how you would give up anything to hear those from her months ago.

But this time, as you walk out of the door and away from the party, funny enough, that was the final thing you needed to do to finally let her go, and free yourself from the promises and dreams she once spoke.

This time, you're choosing your reality, no matter how painful it is to let go of someone you once loved.

It’s not always a happy ending, but its always a new beginning when a chapter closes.

#bada x reader #bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #diana fics #swf2 #street women fighter 2 #angst #Spotify

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haruka-norikoyo · 7 months ago

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Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s younger sibling Part 6

I added Aoyama in ‘girl’s night’ so male readers can have a reason to be there <3 Also, apparently it’s canon that the girls agreed that Monoma’s objectively the most attractive hero course boy (if it weren’t for his personality they said 😭). I was told it’s in volume five but I can’t find it so is it in one of the light novels? Side stories? Please let me know where I can read it! I wanna feel validated for being head over heels in love with him!

Other parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Part 6/?

~~~~~~~~~~

“Man, it’s been over a week but I’m still sore!” Kirishima groans as he walks together with you, Ashido, Jiro, and Ojiro. Each of you are in your gym uniform with a bag or a water bottle. “But that just means he’s really that powerful. Togata, your brother’s real manly!”

Jiro grimaces at the mention of him, “I’d rather not think about that training…”

“Yeah, you had it rough, huh Jiro?” Ashido pipes in, remembering how Mirio had tied her earphone jacks around her and Kaminari, who was unfortunate enough to be the one closest to her.

“Well, that’s why we’re gonna train real hard, right guys!?”

“Yeah!” you and Ashido cheer while Jiro and Ojiro each raise an arm in response to Kirishima’s enthusiasm. It’s your day off. Kirishima suggested a group training at Gym Gamma. Everyone else are either training off on some other location or decided to do their own thing. “Hm? Do you think Bakugo’s still in there?” Kirishima asks, seeing the lights of the gym on. They usually shut down after some time when no one is inside and turn back on once it senses someone walking in. Ojiro furrows his brows. “If I remember… he left the dorms around six… would he really be training for seven hours straight?”

Kirishima shrugs, “Eh, maybe he took breaks. I wouldn’t put it past him to train for that long.”

“It could just be someone else,” Jiro says as Kirishima pushes the door open. Then—

“AHHH!!!” Jiro shrieks, falling on her back. She covers her eyes like acid as been thrown in them because HE’S THERE AGAIN! NAKED. AGAIN. Mirio casually looks over his shoulder while someone lets out a small “urk!” further in the gym. “Ohh, (y/n) and friends!”

“What’re you doing here senpai?” Kirishima asks.

You deadpan, helping poor Jiro and Ashido cover their eyes while looking at the ceiling yourself. “Nii-chan, cover up. My friends are here.”

“Right right,” he chuckles, taking his sweet time to pick up his pants. As he puts them on, he explains. “I’m here to train. Or, rather, assist in training.”

“Assist..?” Kirishima trails off as his gaze drifts to the other person in the gym, who isn’t as used to public nudity as Mirio and is scrambling to put on his gym clothes without accidentally fazing through. “Monoma from 1-B!?”

“Why do you guys always say it so dramatically..?” You don’t know if you should laugh or cry.

“So you’re helping Monoma train, senpai?” Ojiro asks.

“Yep. As you can probably tell, I’m teaching him how to use my quirk.”

Kirishima raises his hand, “Uh… sorry if I sound rude for this; but, uh, why..?”

Neito scoffs. “Typical 1-A. What, do you think your class are the only ones who can be mentored?” The usual bite in his tone is dulled by his flushed cheeks and the vulnerability of public nudity. Seriously, how the hell does Mirio do it? Kirishima waves his hands in dismissal. “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m more so asking if you guys know each other..?”

There is a pause. You and Neito freeze up and glance at Mirio.

“Yeah, you can say that. He’s sort of a relative, so I offered to help him train.”

“Sort of a relative..?” Jiro wonders to herself once she has her bearings back.

Mirio’s description has the corner of your lips quirking up. ‘Sort of a relative.’ Is he saying it to keep suspicions away or is it like he accepts him as his future brother in law? Which ever it is, it implies that Neito is family. That simple thought has you feeling giddy.

“What? (Y/n) you never told us that he’s related to you!” Mina exclaims, pointing an accusatory finger at Neito.

Okay, now accidentally being related to your boyfriend is an irrational fear you have, so that has you furrowing your brows. “We’re not blood related nor technically relatives yet, relax.” You guide Mina’s arm down.

“What does that even mean?”

Mirio clasps his hands together. “Well, we’ve been training for almost three hours, so,” he turns to Neito, who is more than ready to leave. “You wanna call it a day? We can still continue if you’re still up for it.”

The thought of being buck naked in front of 1-A students— not to mention you— sends him to flight for flight, and he is vehemently shaking his head to flee. His face is red till his ears. “Haha, yeah, I thought so. You up for ramen today?”

You perk up hearing this. Your brother, bringing your boyfriend out to eat? His favourite food nonetheless. Now that’s some development! You won’t have to worry about him plotting to kill him!

Seeing your obvious smile, Mirio turns to you. “Before you say anything, it’s because I’m such a good upperclassman.”

You deflate, but the smile remains anyway. “Good grief, you’re stubborn.”

“Won’t be a great hero otherwise! See you (y/n), you guys,” he waves once he and Neito got their bags.

The five of you wave at them as they walk out of the building.

***

“That was embarrassing earlier…” You and Neito are in his room, laying side by side on his bed. He has his face covered by his hand as he recalls what happened at Gym Gamma. You chuckle. “Yeah… If I had known you were training today I would’ve warned you.” You toss to the side facing him, and he parts his fingers to glance at you. “How’s progress?”

“Pretty terrible as you can imagine.”

“Mm… yeah, it took nii-san years to be able to do the basics. Even once he got to UA in his first year, he still sometimes messed up.” “He’s pretty amazing, your brother…” Neito trails off. He has a faraway gaze at the ceiling, face reflective and calm. You close your eyes, leaning against his shoulder. “What’re you thinking about?” Neito absentmindedly picks up your hand, fiddling with your fingers while he gets his thoughts in order. “Hm… I guess I’m just thinking about how he’s similar to me.”

You look at him and blink. “Ah, yeah, now that I think about it. Is that why you agreed?”

“Yeah, well,” Neito scratches the back of his head. “I didn’t realize it because he made it look easy, but when he pointed it out… yeah, it’s the kind of quirk you’d expect a support or espionage hero to have. But he found a way to make himself a star with it.”

This time, he turns his head to you. “Do you think… if I can master this quirk like him… I’d be more of a main character?”

Immediately, you respond, “You’re already a main character in my eyes.”

“No, seriously I mean—”

“It’s not fair how you monopolize my thoughts, you know,” you insist. He smiles a little. “Now that’s your problem for getting side tracked by a side character like me.”

“I’m gonna hit you.”

“What? Why so violent?” he teasingly pokes your cheek.

“Because there’s no way a side character is getting this much screen time in my head.”

“You’re so cheesy…”

“Hey, you’re the one who calls people ‘main character’ and yourself ‘side character’!”

Neito sighs, though he can’t stop a smile from forming on his face. “Okay fine, let me ask this way— do you think that I’ll be a lot stronger if I master your brother’s quirk?”

You grin. Is that even a question? “Strong. Strong as hell.”

He ruffles your hair. “Well then, I’ll have to work hard to be like your brother.”

You laugh, leaning into his touch. “You don’t have to be like him… But I’m glad you’re getting along…”

The two of you lay there in silence. The warmth of your bodies comforting, and lulling you to relaxation in Neito’s arms. You get a glimpse of the time, 5:01 pm.

“Oh shit, girl’s night with the girls and Aoyama!” Neito raises a brow as you got up from the bed. Seeing his questioning gaze you say, “Girl’s night as, like, vibes. Apparently. Not just strictly girls.”

“What? Where?”

“The common room here.”

“I see… Well, I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

“‘Kay!”

***

You were able to get down to the common room before any of your classmates arrived, so they didn’t notice you walking down from upstairs. That would be suspicious as hell.

The girls of 1-A and 1-B, and you, plus the boys who passed ‘the vibes’ ergo Aoyama, Koda, Shoji, Shishida, and Rin are all sitting together in the lounge area with drinks purposefully made to look like alcohol. It’s really not all that sacred of a girl’s night. The other boys passing by to get something from the kitchen can listen in if they really wanted to. “Did you guys have heroism class yesterday?” “No— why!? Is the exercise insanely difficult?!”

“Yeah, it was excruciating!”

“No way..!”

That is how the general conversation went on. Despite being a fun ‘girl’s night’, it was more of a… review on heroism. Which, you were more than happy to partake in as long as you’re with your friends. Though, Aoyama thought otherwise.

“Mademoiselles— shouldn’t we take this as a chance to take a break from the stress of hero work?”

Everyone’s chatter slowly dies down as they think about it.

“I suppose it is a good idea… but what can we talk about?” YaoMomo asks.

“Well, what do people usually talk about in girl’s night?” you ask.

Jiro smiles wryly, “You know, it’s kinda sad that we have to ask that…”

Mina raises her hand up. “Ooh~! Lets talk about love!!!”

“L-Love!?”

You stiffen along with Uraraka. The two of you make eye contact, but you both look away, agreeing to not pry in whatever secret the other is worried about. Not that one of them is exactly a secret…

Kodai raises her hand a little. “What does that exactly entail..?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone in the first year hero course is single.” You can feel the gazes of the 1-B students discreetly turn to you when Jiro said that.

Hagakure places a hand on her chin. “Then… who do you think is the course’s cutest guy?” “Cute as in adorable or as in charming?”

“Lets say overall charm.”

Rin, Shishida, Shoji, and Koda glance at each other, wondering if they wanna be here to hear all this. Aoyama meanwhile is all for the tea. The boys in the kitchen subtly inch closer to the lounge area with their ears peeled.

“Ooh~! Todoroki’s definitely one of them!” Mina says. “He’s 1-A’s ikemen!”

“I see it, yeah.”

“Todoroki-kun is rather handsome…”

“I’d say Kaibara-kun would be our class’s ikemen, huh?”

At the mention of his name, the boy stares at the ceiling while his fellow classmates in the kitchen nudge and elbow him as vengeance.

“Yeah..! He’s so handsome!”

“If we’re talking cute as in erm… cute…” Uraraka hesitantly speaks up, averting her eyes. She holds her drink in front of her for moral support as her face heats up by the second. “It would be… Deku-kun..?” “Okayyy Ochako I see you.”

“Midorya’s the cinnamon roll who can beat people up for you.”

“Is that a criteria..?”

“Of course!”

“Don’t forget about our cuties over here!” Tsunotori says, hands gesturing to the boys who passed the vibes. They’d been sitting silently, taking everything in. When everyone looks at them, they each turn away, scratching the back of their head with a blush. Except Aoyama who takes the compliment in stride. (Our masc presenting readers are part of said cuties.)

“No no, not cutie, I am dazzling!”

A few more of the boys are brought up, the group highlighting their charming sides and the others either adding to it or simply agreeing. The boys in the kitchen celebrate to themselves whenever one of their names gets a mention, listening to what the girls like about them. It had them blushing and smiling ear to ear. Giggling, even. “Sato-kun’s cake is delicious! And he made cookies this morning.”

“Does that count as a trait?”

“Absolutely it does!”

“Wait then we skipped over so much other charming traits from the others.”

“We can all agree that a guy that can cook good food is instantly more attractive right?”

There is a pause in the conversation as the 1-A students glance at each other, telepathically communicating the same person to each other.

“What? Who are you thinking of?” Yanagi asks.

“…Bakugo can cook well, kero…”

“That’s surprising,” Komori says.

“I remember he yelled at Todoroki for cutting the chives wrong in the training camp.”

You laugh. “Hah! I remember that!” “Bakugo…” Mina thinks about it. “He’s not bad looking..? Actually, he’s kinda handsome?”

“Yeah, you’re kinda right.”

“He reminds me of a Pomeranian, though.”

“Hah!” you snicker, as a memory is dug up from the depths of your mind. “Bakugo’s Best Jeanist hair!”

“His what now?” Tokage blinks, confused like the rest of the group’s 1-B students.

You giggle like a maniac as you pull out your phone. “Oh right, you guys weren’t there to see it. Hold on, I have a picture in my phone.”

“Togata, do you have a death wish..?” Tsuyu asks. If Bakugo found out you have a picture of him, and with that hair… oh boy.

“I took it while Sero and Kirishima were distracting him!” You pull it up for the 1-B girls and guests to see. The boys eavesdropping in the kitchen even move closer to look. They were quite fascinated, especially at the blurry transition picture of when his hair was reverting to normal.

“There’s something unnerving about his hair being… kempt…” says Awase, one of the intruding boys from the kitchen.

“Hey! It’s girls night you guys!”

“Wha— Rin and Shishida were invited!”

“It’s cause they passed the vibes!”

“I’m vibes! I’m so vibes!” Awase is left grumbling. Though, no one shooed the intruding boys away.

“Bakugo’s pretty charming if he wasn’t so… aggressive. Though, I guess there are some people that like that,” Tokage shrugs.

“Kero, you know who else is actually kinda handsome if it wasn’t for his… concerning personality?”

The 1-A students, again, telepathically communicate. Only this time, you aren’t in the mix. You turn your head back and forth between your classmates’ knowing looks in utter confusion. “What? Who?”

“C’mon (y/n), you know…”

“I don’t know?”

Even the 1-B students are catching on.

“Ah, I think I know who you mean…” Kendo smiles wryly.

“I’m so lost.”

Yanagi leans over to you, whispering so that your classmates can’t hear. “Togata-san, you probably don’t realize it since you find nothing wrong with his personality, but try to think about what he’s like in your classmates’ perspective…”

The lightbulb in your head switches on. “Ohh! Nei— Ohhh, Monoma?”

“Yes! Jeez (y/n)!”

You sweat, thankful that they didn’t notice your slip up.

“I’m gonna be honest since he’s not here— he’s probably the cutest guy in our grade! You know, aside from when he’s berating our class…”

“Yeah, he’s like a prince! When I’m not worried for his mental health…”

“I can’t help but agree with you… though of course, his personality with our class is a bit concerning…”

You sigh, feeling both proud that your friends can’t help but admit that your boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous, but also in distress from the other edge to their words. Tetsutetsu (intruder) just laughs, raising his red cup filled with apple juice. “Yep, that’s our Monoma!”

“He probably is the most charming based on all the criteria we’ve previously mentioned…” Kodai says with a finger on her chin in thought.

“Good fashion sense, knows how to cook, knows how to deal with kids, aside from his grades is smart…”

“Isn’t he lowkey boyfriend material?”

You can already feel the pride swelling in your chest and the corners of your mouth twitching to a smile. So, before your expression can reveal the smugness you feel for having such a wonderful boyfriend, you raise your glass. “I think we have come to agreement that N— Monoma is the cutest and most boyfriend material in the first year hero course. A toast, shall we?”

Awase side eyes you, knowing full well why you sound so triumphant, but he’ll give this one to you. He raises his cup. “I beg to differ, but agree to disagree.”

“I hate to admit it but the board has made a decision.”

“I’ll admit it since he’s not here. Lets all agree to not tell him about our verdict, okay?”

“…he’ll hold it over our heads forever.”

“Uh huh.”

By now, everyone in the common room has their glasses and cups raised. “To agreeing that Monoma’s the cutest boy in the first year hero course but swearing to never tell him!”

“Cheers!”

You had your fingers crossed behind you. After all, who said you didn’t adore all sides of his personality?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Ah, I had fun writing that lmfao

#my hero academia #monoma neito #monoma x reader #bnha monoma #mha monoma #mirio togata #bnha mirio #x reader #class 1b #class 1a #mha #bnha #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #y/n #Fluff

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sweetheartsnips · 4 days ago

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Dragon Ball Masterlist

uploading my stuff from ao3 ex post facto, future works will be uploaded to tumblr in addition to ao3 :)

xreader one-shot chocolate box (sfw + nsfw)

Future Trunks - nsfw

Android 17 - sfw

Son Gohan - nsfw

Trunks (GT) - nsfw

Turles - nsfw

Granolah - sfw

Son Goku - nsfw

Zamasu - nsfw

Gotenks - nsfw

Goku Black - nsfw

Supreme Kai - sfw

Shallot - nsfw

Gamma 2 - sfw

Future Trunks (XV2) - nsfw (male reader)

Broly (Z) - nsfw

Son Gohan

Duality of Desire - nsfw

Vegeta

Pacify - nsfw (WIP)

Headcanons

Saiyans x reader's first time

#dbz x reader #dbz smut #dragon ball x reader #sweetheartsnips #dragon ball z x reader #vegeta x reader #vegerins #gohan x reader #goku x reader #trunks x reader #future trunks x reader #broly x reader #kakarins #hanrins #brorins #17rins #zamarins

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lady-eris · 2 years ago

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this one is a angst one :,D

how about gamma 1 & 2(separately) x dying/dead reader?

I love this ask : )

Tw: Death, angst, hinted Suicide in Gamma 2? (Like in the movie)

Gamma 1 (Dying reader-Poisoned?)

Sirens blared as he quickly rushed towards one of the rooms, the smell of smoke was evident as many of the workers here ran the opposite direction as he had. "What's the situation?" Gamma 1 asked on his coms, however he was convinced whatever it was he could handle it. He frowned at the fact, the only response was Static.

His boots slid to a stop an irritating noise following soon after. Red coloured smoke? it leaked out the room the explosion had come from. He opened the door carefully, stepping inside shutting it. Scanning the area, he picked up a life signal which had been faint.

"what happened over here- Lemon shark?!" He asked finally spotting you laying against the wall. You looked like a mess, blood dripping from your nose and mouth. Your clothes had been the opposite of clean and straighten. Wrinkled like a pugs face, and covered with chemical burns that, had managed to eat away at your clothes and began to burn your skin. The edge of your eyes had black like veins protruding from them.

"It hurts" You cried in poor agony, coughing up blood. Gamma 1 quickly shushed you, a look of pure terror on his face.

"I'm scared, You won't leave right?" You asked with a pleading tone. Gamma 1 stiffened under your grip. "No, I'll stay with you My lemon shark" Gamma 1 replied, kissing your forehead.

Gamma 2 (Dead reader-Cell fight)

He was the hero, a classic like in the comics. Powerful, heroic, loyal. like all hero's he had a love interest, that had been you. You were his calm to his storm. however like most heroes, there's always some suffering they would have to endure. and you were his suffering.

your body laid in his arms, Your head swung back. Eyes wide, unblinking. Gamma 2 screams of anguish could be heard for miles and miles. Even with the fight of Cell Max in the background, everyone could hear Gamma 2 despair as he wepted, pleading and begging for them to wake up. However no one heard his calls. His abnormally bright clothes had began to be stained with scarlet. Proof that he had been unable to save the very person he swore to protect.

His voice soon grew quiet, as he swore he'd kill the thing that had destroyed you. He'd kill Cell Max, and join you in the afterlife. He laid your body a fair distance away from the fight, hesitantly he got up placing a flower in your hand and kissing your cold lips.

He flew up in the sky, a look of wrath on his face. That thing had destroyed you, so in return he would destroy it.

#dragon ball x reader #gamma 1 x reader #gamma 2 x reader

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moshpitgamma · 1 year ago

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i absolutely adore the way you write viva <333 I’d love to hear your nsfw headcanons ;)

Omggg thank you☺️ and I’ve been thinking bout it for sometime and thank you for FINALLY requesting it🤍🤎

Viva x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

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🌸Viva is totally into overstimulation. She will make you cum about 5 times before she gives you mercy.

🌸This woman is a sneaky fuck and will tease you just to see your baffled reaction.

🌸Viva kinks are hair pulling, edging, bdsm, and overstimulation

🌸She will take any risks she wants to do or you want to try out. If you want to try public sex, she’s all here for it.

🌸Her turn ons are you wearing her clothes, you getting overly excited like her, you giving her physical attention to her hair or face (She is REALLYYYY touch starved)

🌸When it comes to doing the do, she is into semi-sloppy sex. She will want to make a mess of you but wanna make it a little easier to clean up afterwards

🌸Viva is a switch but leans towards topping. If you want to be the top, she will let you, but once she sees you bottoming out, she is flipping y’all over and taking the reigns

🌸She prefers using her mouth and fingers, but when she uses a strap, you’re a loud moaning mess. Y’all can’t tell me she won’t handle a strap like she does it on a regular.

🌸She’s loud when having sex but knows when to be quiet when she has to.

🌸She’s more of a gentle dom but isn’t afraid to be mean when she has to. “Cmon my princess/prince/baby. You can take it, since you’ve been a fucking brat today.”

🌸I headcannon she’s also very flexible so she’s always putting her s/o into some sort of imaginative poses when pounding their guts.

🌸(pretend they have phones) She’s the type to record or take a picture of you while y’all are fucking or she’s giving you head to watch it later when she’s in the mood.

🌸She lovessss when you leave marks or scratch marks on her. She wears them as little trophies from her s/o. But don’t think she won’t mark you right back up.🤫

🌸If you wear anything pink or her type of styled lingerie, she’s gonna have you drugged up on her by the early morning.

🌸Viva can last up to 4-5 rounds because of her high metabolism and her high energy. If you get tired in between SHES giving you 30 minutes to catch your breath and she’s back on you again.

🌸WILL NOT AGREE TO HURT YOU!!! She’s only ok with spanking, but anything else is a hard ass NO!

🌸During the do she is very funny and makes jokes, but keeps it semi-serious if y’all are deep in the mood.

🌸When she’s in the mood she gets more physical and she pays more attention to you and your movements. She will also start grabbing on you and making her kisses more passionate.

🌸Viva keeps herself maintained down there and she’s kinda ok with being bald, but she prefers to have a little maintained bush down there.

🌸She is the queen of aftercare. She’s rubbing your body from the soreness, running a bubble bath, making your favorite snack, bringing you your favorite drink, and if you’re still up she’s cuddling you while watching a Disney movie (Moana or The Princess and the Frog.)

THATSSSS ALLL and I literally wrote this off of 2 hours of sleep and a badass headache so I hope y’all enjoy this☺️😮‍💨GAMMA OUT

#viva trolls #trolls x reader #trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls viva #trolls viva x reader #viva x reader

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bones4thecats · 5 months ago

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The Gamma-Brothers Sharing Their S/O

Characters: Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 (POLY) Inspired By: My love for these two dumbos A/N: This turned out a lot angstier than intended in the middle, but it does end softly so be happy for that. Anyways, sorry this took longer to come out, been working on a lot of new projects irl. Now, enjoy this beautiful thing with my android besties <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of bombings, death, and being in a traumatic event involving a tall building ⚠️

Disclaimer: This is what I used as the Reader's cape and outfit

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╚═════ Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 ════════════════════╝

🦈🐳 The Yin to the Yang of siblings. You are no doubt the line that separated the two from becoming the same, appreciating their differences despite the disdain of it from not just Commander Magenta and his right-hand, Carmine

🦈🐳 You, as a Bio-Android created by Dr. Hedo, were made to save everyone and defeat all those that opposed justice. Though, you were more lower when it came to strength than the Gammas, but that didn't mean you were weak

🦈🐳 Gamma 1 and 2 did a lot to keep you up to date with their fighting styles and moved. Constantly asking to spar or to make sure your frame was easy to move so you wouldn't glitch in the middle of a fight

🦈 Gamma 1 adores to sit somewhere quiet and just be beside you. He prefers the more one-on-one time with you, believing memories were far more important than any kind of 'in-the-moment entertainment'

🐳 Gamma 2 on the other hand... enjoys pretty much everything the opposite of his brother. He loves to grab your hand, fly with you around the city and mess around until getting called in for a mission that involved danger for the civilians

🦈🐳 It was during one of those calmer moments with the duo that you three were beeped by Dr. Hedo for an accident happening just a few streets away. You stood, your cape draping behind you as you stood up and got ready to fly off

🦈 Gamma 1 looked at you and nodded, pushing himself off the ground with his brother and you following suite. He was slightly annoyed that an accident happened during your time relaxing, but... who is he to dismiss such an important thing?

🐳 His brother was a different story once again. Gamma 2 had a slightly pouty expression on his face as you flew. You just sighed and landed on the ground with the boys, readying yourself for anything that you faced

🦈🐳 A woman ran outside of a building, charging at you three with a panicked expression. You caught her just before she fell and you asked what was going on inside of the building standing tall

"Something happened in the medical lab! There was a- uh- box! It blew up or something! You have to get up there and save the others, please! My son's up there!"

"What floor did the main explosion come from, ma'am?" Gamma 1 asked.

"Floor 19! Please! Help him!"

🦈🐳 You handed the woman to the nearest medics before getting a plan with the Gammas and flying inside of the building to search for any survivors from the wreckage

🦈🐳 Gamma 2 took the highest floors, those being 23 to 35, Gamma 1 took the lowest, 17 to the first, and you took the middle of 18 till you reached 22

🦈🐳 The smoke was massive, and the amount of damage caused from the apparent explosion was surprising. Well, as surprising as it could be for you

🦈🐳 Grabbing the nearest structure as you walked through everything, you heard a group of people screaming from around the corner. You sprinted as fast as you could go without causing anymore damage accidentally before coming to a closed-off door

🦈🐳 Picking up piece by piece of the surrounding debris, you eventually reached the door. Opening it, you saw four people bending themselves to fit inside of the office filled with more damage than the other rooms you had come across

🦈🐳 Comming the Gammas, you noticed a young girl gripping for dear life onto her mother's blouse. You slightly twitched, having a small flashback to everything before now... when you actually had some kind of innocence, and you snapped

"You two better hurry up! We've got four civilians, including one young girl, approximately 7 years old. We're on floor 22 right now."

🦈🐳 Kneeling down as you heard the surroundings crack under pressure, you looked into the little girl's eyes, making her sniff and hug her mother tighter

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm a good guy, here to help you all out of here as fast and carefully as possible." You said, holding you hand out for her to touch gently.

"L-like a superhero?" She asked.

"Just like it."

🦈🐳 The girl gave a small smile before gasping at the sight of a pillar falling down in your direction. In a fit of anger, you bunched your hand up in a fist, you looked back and smashed it, successfully keeping the more damaging pieces away from the civilians behind you

"Y/N! You in there?" You heard Gamma 2 scream.

"Yeah! Come on! I don't think this building's gonna last that much longer!"

🦈🐳 The two other Androids came in your view, picking up two civilians each. You grabbed the young girl, shielding her with your arm as you burst out from the floor and down to the ground, handing off the girl to another medic before hearing the woman from earlier screaming for her son

🦈🐳 Sighing, you looked at the Gammas, and they looked at one another sadly. They must've found the boy deceased... how unfortunate for the woman...

"Ma'am, may I speak with you?" You asked as the woman looked at you with hope.

🦈🐳 That night, you held your boyfriends close to you. They listened as you sobbed for hours on end. The explosion had cost the city thousands of dollars of damages, but more importantly, they lost over 50 lives, including the son of that woman you met at the scene

🦈 Gamma 1 laid with his back against the head of the bed, your face buried into his chest as you cried, yelling about how you could've done something, that if you had only gotten there faster... He just sighed sadly and pet your head, trying to keep you from breaking down even farther. He may be made of metal, but you were his soft spot

🐳 Gamma 2 had his face on your chest, hushing you as he kept you covered and cuddled to the best of his abilities. He took his cape off and laid it on your like a blanket in an attempt to keep you calm like his brother. You eventually calmed down with him telling you a story from his early years and him learning about the human body's weak spots

🦈🐳 The brothers smiled as you rested, powering down to recharge. Gamma 1 looked at Gamma 2, raising his finger to his mouth to shush him. Gamma 2 just nodded and cuddled into you, powering down himself, following a couple minutes later by the oldest of you three

🦈🐳 You three may be heroes, but you had your own weaknesses like any other being. Gamma 1 and 2 just so happened to be able to keep you safe so those weaknesses couldn't harm you all that much

#Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Super #DBS #DBS Villains #Androids #Dragon Ball x Reader #Dragon Ball Super x Reader #DBS x Reader #DBS Villains x Reader #Androids x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #Android! Reader #DBS Gamma 1 #DBS Gamma 1 x Reader #DBS Gamma 2 #DBS Gamma 2 x Reader

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seros-girl · 7 months ago

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Rivalry~ Hanta Sero x F!Reader

summary: during the class A and class B joint training, you go up against Team Bakugo, the guy with the funky elbows works up the courage to talk to you.

disclaimers: reader is in class B, aged up to two years making shinso an official student in class A, and yes i will be using the present mic adopted daughter trope and your quirk as telekinesis. reader is class vice president of class B

“get your costumes and meet at ground gamma!” vlad king, your homeroom teacher, said and you all smirked. an annual thing you did with class A and you couldnt be more excited. you went to the locker rooms and changed into your costume. your quirk was telekinesis and since the war you’ve improved so much lifting things heavier than 50 pounds.

you’ve also started training lifting humans but haven’t progressed in that field yet. “ready?” kendo said as she linked her arm with yours. you nodded your head and walked out with her as you two giggled.

“still crushing on that guy from class A?” kendo nudged your shoulder and you shook your head. “bakugo is such a hot head but he has changed since the war significantly” you gave her knowing eyes as monoma from beside her put his head down remembering.

“but no i’ve decided completely no more crushing on students from class A” you said shaking your head and holding your head up. “yea cause your dad said something about it huh” tetsutesu said snickering with monoma. you glared at them and they stopped putting their heads down hiding their smiles.

“good for you!” kendo said squeezing your arm and you smiled at her. you stood as a class as class A came into view with your uncle shota aizawa standing next to them. “hi uncle” you waved childishly and he smiled at you waving back. “hi dad” you waved at your dad who was here for commenting purposes.

“HELLOOOOO CHILD OF MINE!!” he screamed out into the mic he had and you smiled. “your dad is always so extra” denki said as he looked at you and you glared playfully at him. “ouch that hurt brother” your dad said clutching his heart playfully at denki’s remark.

“welcome lovely hero’s in training” your dad started off staring at the two classes. you let your eyes wander at class A and smiled at ochaco as she caught your eyes. you loved class A dearly. you’ve grown quite close to them considering your uncle shota is their homeroom teacher.

you’ve talked to every single one of them apart from one. you’ve never talked to the guy with the weird elbows. you never wondered why but you just never uttered a word to him. you looked at him and took in his lanky frame. he was quite tall and you admired his costume choice.

“you know the rules ready to sort teams?” your dad said snapping you out of your thoughts and turning to him. “wait with shinso doesnt it make it uneven?” ibara said and you looked up at her. “aoyama is gone remember?” you said to her with sad eyes as you did grow close with the twinkling hero in training. “thats right my apologies mr. aizawa” she bowed down and aizawa nodded at her.

team 1-A: Mina, Momo, Koda, & Shoji versus team 2-B: Ibara, Jurota, Pony, & Yosetu

team 3-C: Denki, Shinso, Hagakure, & Shoto versus team 4-D: Sen, Kojiro, Reiko, & Hiryu

team 5-E: Bakugo, Sero, Kirishima, & Jiro versus Team 6-F: You, Kendo, Tetsutesu, & Monoma

Team 7-G: Tsuyu, Tenya, Mineta, & Sato versus Team 8-H: Kosei, Nirengeki, Kinoko, & Setsuna

Team 9-I: Izuku, Ochaco, Ojiro, & Tokoyami versus Team 10-J: Manga, Juzo, Togaru, & Shihai

you were up in the third round and stood with your group watching the first two rounds go down. round 1 ended with a win from class A. as you watched round 2 go down, you felt eyes on you. you turned to the side and saw bakugo’s team staring at you and talking. jiro gave you a smile and turned towards her group.

sero looked at you and sheepishly smiled. you dont know why but felt the courage to go up to them. “hi guys!” you chirped and sero jumped. “hi bakugo” you teased and he gave you a tiny glare. “looks like were up next” you said to them as they nodded.

“youre gonna do great out there yamada!” kirishima said giving you a thumbs up which earns him an elbow nudge by bakugo. “what just being friendly dude she is our teachers niece after all” he told bakugo and you smiled at them.

“bye guys you’ll do great out there!” you said to them walking towards your uncle shota. you stood on your tip toes and threw your arm around his shoulders. “hello favorite uncle” you said smiling and he looked down at you. “your only uncle” he said back and ruffled your hair.

“nah remember i’ve got all might, cementoss, ectoplasm” you shrugged and he looked at you. “they dont count i’ve known you since the first day your dad dragged me to the orphanage” he said in a monotone voice. “i know im just kidding uncle shota!” you giggled and hugged him. “that concludes the second round with a win from class B!” your dad announced and you smiled at shota.

“we arent all that bad” you smiled at him and he rolled his eyes with a small smile. “i love my kids but because i love you just a bit more beat their asses” he whispered to you and you nodded your head. you met up with kendo, tetsutetsu, and monoma. “prepare for the third battle!!!!” your dad screamed into the mic and you walked with your team. “its team bakugo versus team yamada not playing any favorites but” your dad trailed off and you smiled.

“GOO MY MINI YAMADA YOU GOT THIS!!!!” he screamed making sure it was heard all over ground gamma wherever you were. you smiled and monoma laughed. “ready?” your dad said into the mic. “BEGINNNN!!!” he said and you immediately flew up to look over the area.

you knew the only two who could fly around from the group was sero and bakugo. you saw a piece of tape flying in your direction and you dodged it watching it stick to a pipe nearby. sero made himself known and you smirked. “hi sero” you sang out and you could tell he blushed. you lifted your hands holding a mini metal pipe with your quirk.

you threw it in his direction and he managed to dodge it and stick a piece of tape to it lunging it back in your direction. “not nice sero” you said dodging it. you let yourself go back down landing in front of monoma. “nows the time to test out if you can lift people it’ll work in our favor!” monoma exclaimed and you took his words in.

you ran with your group and came across jiro. “SHE’S MINE!” you yelled out as you lifted your hands and focused your energy on her. you were able to lift her up and you smiled. “i got this guys” you said keeping your focus and directing jiro into the cage. “sorry jiro” you said smiling sadly as you locked the cage. “nice job yamada glad i was the first one to test that out on!” she called out and you smiled at her flying into the air to get a glimpse of the area once again.

“so you can lift people now huh?” you heard bakugo say coming over at you, explosion ready. he had caught you off guard so his explosion did in fact hit you. your focus on lifiting yourself vanished as you got hit with his quirk and you went tumbling down through the many metal pipes each one hitting you.

“not nice dynamight!” you called out in pain and he smirked as he landed next to you. you kept him distracted entertaining him and kendo came up behind and grabbed him in her fist.

“what?!” he said squirming as kendo gripped onto him tighter. she took him over to the cage and locked him in there. “shitty hair?!?!” you heard bakugo yell and tetsutetsu came up behind you. “all we got left is cellophane” he said looking up. “i’ll look” you said flying and scanning the area.

you looked in every direction but couldnt see him anywhere. “i dont see him-oh!” you exclaimed as tape wrapped around your middle. “gotta be more careful there yamada” he said as he came into view. another piece of tape wrapped around a metal pipe and you saw monoma slip into view.

with his quirk he can have three at a time each for 20 minutes. he was able to improve so much after helping with aizawa’s quirk during the war. you let monoma take in cellophane and that was the end of round 3. you stood in front of the cage and smiled at them.

“love you all dearly but we really needed to secure the win” you said at them and kirishima looked down in defeat. “proud of you!” kirishima said giving you a big thumbs up. “round 3 goes to class B!” your dad said and you smiled at your uncle shota.

you let them out and gave them each hugs. you looked up at sero and smiled at him. you didnt really talk to him but you can say he seems nice and he’s insanely attractive. “good job out there” you praised and smiled at him as you walked back towards the other students as some prepared for round 4.

he blushed and looked down scratching the back of his neck. “you were great out there i mean being able to lift jiro and on the first try? im impressed” he said giving you one of his smiles you know he was known for. the two classes gave you knowing glances and gossiped at the interaction.

“well i have to go talk to my dad i’ll see you around?” you told him. “were uh hosting a dinner like last year if you wanted to come i mean uh- class B is invited but you uh know” he stammered and smile shyly and you giggled. “i’d love to hanta” you said giving him the hug you never gave him earlier and waved bye at him.

you walked over to your dad and uncle shota and smiled at them. “hey dad!” you said slinging your arms around his shoulders as he was sitting down commenting. he turned the microphone off and looked st you. “i see you getting comfortable witha certain tape boy” he quirked an eyebrow at you.

you rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head. “just friends dad” you said smirking st your uncle shota. “believe me hizashi, hanta sero isna good boy promise if y/n wants to potentially pursue something with him i fully support it” shota said and you smiled. “daddy i may not know him too well but he’s so cute” you gushed and gave your dad puppy eyes and a pout.

“fine” he gave in and you high fived your uncle. “on one condition i can yell st his face if he hurts you” your dad said putting out a pinky for you to promise. you interlinked the pinkys and he smiled at you. you ran to kendo gripping her arm with the biggest smile on your face. the girls from both classes caught on and came over to hear the gossip.

“im nervous though!” you exclaimed sitting criss cross apple sauce on the floor. “this is sero he’s been subtly dropping hints for months i mean you’re all he ever talks about!” mina says excitedly. “wait really?” you asked your eyes widened in surprise.

“yea since like the first day we met you!” hagakure said full of energy gripping your arm. you thought about that day and how well you got along with them easily.

you knocked on the door and slid it open. “oh its my niece everyone meet y/n yamada” aizawa presented you and you smiled and waved at them. “hi y/n” the class exclaimed together. “hey guys!” you chirped and looked at your uncle shota.

you two were polar opposites. you were the sweetheart energetic girl and he was the sleepy moody teacher. your personality was exactly like your dads. “it is incredibly nice to meet all of you” you said to them sweetly.

“yamada? as in present mic?” one rose his hand and asked you. “yes uh..” you trailed off wanting to know his name. “tenya iida maam!” he got up and bowed down to you and you visibly blushed at the action. “nice to meet you tenya iida” you smiled.

“so is your quirk similar to your dads or?” a green haired boy asked and you smiled softly. “im adopted so my quirk isnt quite similar to my dads. mine’s telekinesis so its way different from his” you answered his question and smiled and he scribbled things down on a notebook.

“is your hair naturally like that considering you are adopted?” a pink girl asked and you shook your head no. “recently dyed it to match his, im a natural brunette” you answered so many of their questions before your uncle shota kicked you out.

“sero never shuts up about you” mina says and explaining his sadness over why you never talked to him, ever. “okay its not cause i hate him or anything he seems like such a sweetheart i just now that i look at it was too nervous to utter a word in his presence cause i mean look at him” you rambled on and gestured towards sero.

“tonight make a move!” mina said excitedly and clutched your arm giggling. maybe you will.

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇

you entered the class 2A dorm complex with kendo by your side. you were nervous and you made sure your outfit looked nice. you smoothed down your shirt for the 20th time since you started the walk to the dorms and kendo clutched your hands.

“okay quit being nervous!” she says with love and gives you a hug. “your outfit is so cute you look as beautiful as always its just talking to a boy you’ll be fine” she smiles and you smile too.

“yay youre here!” mina says greeting the both of you. “HEY WHATS UP MAN!” tetsutetsu slightly pushed you out of the way to greet eijiro. “HEY!” you said in tetsutetsu’s direction and he turned around and let out a meep sorry.

mina grabs yours and kendo’s hands and drags you over to the girls. “wait shouldn’t-“ kendo said as mina giggles and drops your hand leaving you in front of sero and she continues to drag kendo along. “hey” he said smiling down at you. you could tell he seemed nervous.

“hey hanta” you said trying to sound confident albeit you were very nervous. “are you hungry? bakugo cooked the dishes” he said pointing towards the food and you smiled. “im starving” you said tucking a strand of your straight hair behind your ear.

he led you towards the table and he grabbed a plate. he asked what you wanted and he placed them onto the plate for you. you sat down in the kitchen bar together away from your combined classmates. he set it down in front of you. “what would you like to drink?” he said as he gestured towards the options. you shrugged off your jacket as you looked at the options.

“hmm waters fine” you said softly as he grabbed it and he placed it in front of you. he sat next to you and you dug in to the food. you hummed in content as the delicious food came in contact with your taste buds. “yea we get meals like this almost everyday” sero laughed at your reaction.

“yea we got tetsutetsu and monoma trying to cook us breakfast and dinner everyday never ends up looking pretty” you giggled taking more bites. he chuckled softly at your comment and you smile at him. “so uh a question for you” he says starting conversation and you listened intently.

“why have you never talked to me? im the only one you havent spoken much to and i mean koda rarely talks but you’ve had meaningful conversations with him so..” he trailed off as he made eye contact with you. “i was always nervous” you admit and drank your water. “i mean look at you woo!” you said playfully fanning yourself and you blushed at your tiny confession.

he smiled at this and grew confident which you found hot. “so tell me about yourself. i wanna catch up with what i’ve missed out on for the past year” he said staring at you and you smiled. “okay” you said quietly taking another sip from your water. “full name?” he asks and you smile knowing his game.

“y/n m/n yamada” you answered and he quickly asked another. “height? you seem to be very..” he trailed off as he showed with his hands indicating he meant tiny. “5’3” you said and he nodded. “wait let me guess yours” you said looking at him. “go for it” he said and you squinted your eyes at him. “hmmmm i guess 6’2” you said and he smirked. “6’3” he said shrugging and you widened your eyes.

“i was so close!” you exclaimed grabbing his elbow and laughing softly. at the touch of your elbow he let a single piece of tape come out and he blushed. “aww” you said as you grabbed it and he cut it. you noticed it wasnt double sided and found a marker nearby. “this is going up in my dorm” you giggled as you wrote on it.

“ta-da!” you smiled showing him what you wrote and he blushed. you wrote cellophane + telekin = <3. “does this mean a date is in the cards for us?” he asked you and you shrugged playfully. “i mean is that you asking? cause if so maybe try again” you joked with him and giggled.

“be right back” he held up a finger and you smiled as you watched him walk away rushing somewhere. you turn around eating more of the food and turning back around to find sero walking towards you. he had something behind his back and kept it there taking a seat.

“before i ask you lets carry on our conversation?” he asked you and you nodded. “uhh obviously im adopted. my dad adopted me when i was 6 so around the same age as eri” you started and he nodded along listening intently. “my biological parents had died in a hero mission” you said revealing to him your parents were pro heros.

“i never told anyone that so youre kind of the first to know my parents were pros” you smiled softly and he nodded along watching you. “hizashi adopted me said he wanted more joy in his life and well thats me!” you said with a big smile.

you continued on and he would chime in when appropriate. “okay now” he started and you smiled at him. he had his hand behind his back the whole time and he pulled it out revealing flowers. “i asked yao-momo to make them” he admitted shyly. “and asked kendo what your favorite flowers are” he gave you a smile and you blushed.

“y/n m/n yamada can i take you out on a date please?” he asked extending the flowers out to you. “yes you can hanta sero” you said accepting them and he nervously pulled you into a hug. “this is okay right?” he asked and you giggled embracing him. “more than okay” you whispered and he squeezed you.

“YAYYY!!!” you heard mina yell out throughout the common room and you pulled apart laughing. “mina chill out!!” kirishima said placing a hand on her shoulder. “DID HE DO IT?!??!?” you heard your dad and you pulled a confused face. “was my dad behind this too?” you asked sero and he smirked. “how else was i going to get permission to date the y/n yamada” he said pulling you into him.

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Puppet on a String Chp.5 (Fives x Reader)

Chapter 4. Chapter 6.

Necrosis

cw: Fives x Reader, Reader is a medical practitioner, angst, swearing, anti-jedi sentiment, Death mentioned, violence, Medical abuse, Medical talk, seizures and neurological symptoms, Nala Se being cruel

Tag list (THANK YOU): @spicydonut25 @notgonnaedit @amazonian-bae @tentakelspektakel

The ship ride to Ringo Vinda was stressful. To pass the time and keep yourself busy, you counted the supplies in the pack you had brought.

Tup killed a Jedi…

How? Why? This was Tup. Sweet, shy and honest Tup! He’d never kill a Jedi without reason!

The transport landed in The Resolute hangar. As soon as the doors opened, you were greeted by Fives and General Skywalker.

“Doctor,” the General offered his hand and you shook it in greeting, “I’m glad that you’re here.”

“I’m glad Fives called.” You responded, walking in between both men, “What's the situation?”

You were informed of the disaster of Ringo Vinda. Jedi Tiplar was shot point blank by Tup. Ever since the trooper had been in and out of it, only repeating one phrase.

Good soldiers follow orders.

To make matters more confusing, the Seppies had kidnapped Tup as well. He had only just been rescued but his health was at a steady decline. The 501st doctor was trying their best to keep him alive, but they were overwhelmed with the amount of injured and dead from the defeat on Ringo Vinda.

Fives called you for help. And based on everything you heard, and the chaos of the ship, he made a good decision.

You were led to the transport ship where Tup was loaded. They were preparing for a second attempt to Kamino. The clone trooper was restrained, and an oxygen mask was fixed over his face.

Immediately you snapped into gear.

“Let me see his latest scans,” you commanded, going to Tup’s side. Your fingers pulled a pen with a light and clicked it on. Lifting one of the troopers eyelids you shone the light and flicked it away. You repeated the small test with his other eyes and pulled back, “Pupils are fixed and dilated.” you announced, standing straight.

Traumatic brain injury.

Neurological problems made sense given the symptoms. But what part of the brain could have been injured….?

The anomaly.

Kix, a medic you’ve met before, handed you a datapad. Your eyes roamed the screen, unhappy at the lack of actual data. Where was that lesion the 501st doctor sent you months ago?!

“There's nothing here.” you stated, looking up, “I’ve gotten scans before. From your field surgeon.”

“The umbaran scanner,” Kix perked up, confused, “We still have it but-.”

“Get it,” your tone was sharp, “And we need to get to Kamino as fast as possible.” He needed intense surgery if this was as bad as you thought.

It was less than 2 minutes later when you had the scanner and used it.

The data had your body in fight or flight. It was worse than you thought.

Glutamate: 20um (Alert Too Low)

Gamma-aminobutyric acid: 45.89 umol/L (Alert Too High)

Synaptic response time: 15ms (Alert Too Low)

You swallowed, eyes going wide, “We need to go, now!”

“Mesh’la?” Fives asked, sitting down on the ship as it hummed to life. Captain Rex remained silent, deciding to stay with Tup after the Separatist attack. However, his head was turned to you, waiting for an explanation.

“Total neurological failure,” Your response was full of dread. You tapped the screen, focusing on the anomaly. The news only got worse.

Alert: Necrosis right orbital floor, parietal and temporal intersection

“His brain is necrotic.”

Just as you spoke, Tup seized. His body convulsed, spasming violently.

“Tup!” Fives yelped, dashing to the side of the hover stretcher.

Immediately you ripped off the restraints, and flipped the clone trooper on his side. Your hands held him down just enough to keep him steady as he thrashed and twitched. Mentally, you counted the seconds, needing to keep track until he stilled.

3 minutes and 26 seconds.

“How many seizures has he had before this one?” You looked up at your lover.

You were met with a shake of his head. When you looked to Rex, he also gave the same response.

Damnit. You mentally swore, Working with almost nothing.

The neurological issues couldn’t be dealt with here. So you switched your methods to life support. Using the supplies you had, which wasn’t enough, you slowed the breaking down of his neural tissue as much as you could. You could buy him time. That's what matters.

“Mesh’la?” Fives spoke up, “What…do you think is the cause of this?”

You shook your head, “Without the umbaran scanner I’d assume virus or bacteria. Hell, maybe even prions or parasites.” Your eyes glanced over at the data on the tablet, “But…based on what I’ve seen, this is a genetic issue. Caused by a specific area in the brain.”

Captain Rex perked up, “Could this happen to anyone else?”

You shrugged, “possibly? Even though you're clones, you're only identical with your base DNA. Since the Kaminoans have been stretching genetic material by adding different genes to fill in the gaps, it could be unique to Tup.”

It's been brought up during the ethics committee meetings. Since Jango Fett had been killed, the genetic material for the clones was in limited supply. So the Kaminoans had to find ways to make it last.

You once tried to argue that since they weren’t exact genetic copies, the definition of clones no longer fit. Nala Se had shot you down and practically called you an idiot when you suggested that the troopers weren’t clones but children of Jango Fett.

With a sigh, you gently pet Tup’s head. You’ve pulled his hair out of its tight bun, to at the very least help him feel more comfortable.

Thankfully, he was stable for the rest of the travel to Kamino. As soon as the ship landed, you were rushing him down the ramp. Thunder crackled overhead and the downpour was brutal, but you didn’t care.

Your patient needed you. Tup needed you.

Some troopers in gray and white surrounded you as soon as you got inside. and in your panic you tried to shove one of them away.

“Easy, Doctor.” Shaak Ti’s voice caused you to look up. Next to the beautiful togruta was Nala Se.

“General, Doctor,” you greeted the both of them, though you were breathless, “Tup’s brain is necrotic. I need to-”

“You must calm down.” the Jedi stepped forward, putting a hand on your shoulder. She pulled you away and let the Kaminoan take Tup.

Fives and Rex were behind you, “No, you don’t understand. His brain is literally failing him.” You desperately tried to explain, “I think I know what's causing it, there's a…anomaly. A tumor or lesion that's in his brain.”

She looked at you in interest, “You’ve already been looking for the cause of this?”

“Here, General.” Fives handed the umbaran scanner to her, “It's an umbaran scanner. The field surgeon of the 501st had-”

“We will run our own tests,” Nala Se called back, head snapping to stare at him, “We don’t need to use unreliable, primitive technology.” The Kaminoans stare was empty and cold, “The most likely cause of this is a virus.” she reached and snatched the tablet out of Fives’ hands.

“But-”

“Do not worry,” Shaak Ti tried to calm the both of you, “Doctor Nala Se is the Chief Medical Scientist on Kamino. She was one of the primary engineers of all the clones, and she’ll know what to do. I trust her judgment.”

You swallowed, and nodded. You didn’t like Nala Se, but you’d be a fool to ignore her skill and intellect. Honestly, you could be wrong and that anomaly on the scan was just…nothing.

The Jedi continued, “Now we must take care of you.” Her words were directed at the ARC trooper, “Since you’ve served with Tup the longest.”

“Me?” Fives perked up, “There's nothing wrong with me, General. I’m perfectly fine.”

You shook your head, “Possible contamination.” Your sigh was tired, “We’ll have to do a physical exam. Possibly even a blood draw.” You explained to him with a reassuring smile. Now that Tup was in capable hands, you felt much better.

“You haven't entered the advanced stages yet, as Tup has,” Shaak Ti looked at Fives as she gave her reasons for the tests, “but any information we can gather from you could help to find a cure for Tup.”

Your lover sighed and nodded, “All right, General, If it’ll help Tup.”

The Jedi then addressed Rex, who had been silently walking behind you, “Captain Rex, General Skywalker has ordered you back to the war zone.” She stopped walking beside a door to an examination room, “You are to leave immediately.”

Rex frowned but nodded, “I’m sorry, Fives. I wish I could stay, but duty calls.”

The ARC trooper patted his friend's shoulder, “It’s fine, Sir. Fighting a virus is a nice change of pace from all those clankers.” He tried to joke, if only to make himself feel better.

The Captain put his helmet back on, “Take care of yourself... and Tup.” Without another word he nodded and turned to get back to the ship.

You were separated from Fives. He had to be examined alone while you stayed with Tup. He was your patient, and he was your responsibility.

“Your help is not needed, Doctor.” Nala Se spoke rather coldly when you walked into the testing room where the sick clone trooper was placed.

“He is my patient.” You answered, “And I will not abandon him now.”

The Kaminoan was about to argue, but Shaak Ti cut through first, “I see no reason the doctor cannot help in the tests.”

“Tests?” Your surprise was clear, “No, there's no need for tests. You're just wasting time. We know the most likely cause. There's necrosis-”

“We need to be certain of that.” Nala Se snapped, “Unknown, unreliable technology from a formerly enemy planet can give false information. Besides, the breaking down of his brain could be linked to a virus.”

“But-”

The Jedi stepped next to the Kaminoan, “Nala Se’s theory of a virus should be confirmed first. If we do not locate the virus and cure it, no surgery will stop the…spread.”

“General, with all due respect, I don’t believe it’s a virus.” You argued, “No virus can cause such damage in such a short amount of time. And my scans have confirmed some type of…malignancy in the brain. It's not a virus.”

“Unless it had been engineered by the Separatists.” Nala Se chimed in, large eyes not breaking away from yours, “In which case, isolating the virus to create a cure is priority. So it doesn’t spread.”

“Well my priority is saving Tup’s life.” You slammed your hands on the table, raising your voice slightly.

Shaak Ti acted as mediator again, “Enough,” her tone was sharp, “Nala Se, perform rapid tests, if they do not come back with an answer, the doctor shall do what they need to treat him properly.” Her lavender eyes flicked between you and your adversary, “Arguing helps no one.”

You could see out of the corner of your eye that Fives was watching you argue. He looked out of his element, and so…afraid.

Your breath was shaky at best, “Very well. Forgive me, General.”

“Let’s begin the tests.” The Jedi announced.

Nala Se nodded, turning to the medical droid next to her, “Administer the stimulant.”

Wait, stimulant?

The droid stabbed the needle directly into Tup’s chest.

“Wait, stimulants will-”

Nala Se cut you off, “Remove his mask.”

As soon as Tup’s flow of oxygen was cut off, he gasped. The clone trooper seized again, spasming wildly. He had been restrained, and immediately you reached to free him.

“Do not interrupt the test.” The Kaminoan commanded, “His reactions are normal.”

You snapped, “He’s seizing!”

“It is all part of the test.” She responded.

There was a bang and you whirled around.

Fives was slamming his fists against the observation glass. His eyes were wide and he was panicked. He shouted, desperately trying to get information.

Shaak Ti raised a single hand, blacking out the window, blocking his view.

I’m sorry, my darling. You thought, heart breaking. He must be terrified without answers.

“His reaction will subside,” Nala Se stated so coldly. She was disinterested, as if bored by Tup's suffering, “The patient must be awake for the next round of tests.”

“How is that needed!?” You snapped, “He doesn’t need to be awake to find a virus!”

“I agree.” Shaak Ti stated, “I am not fond of these hyper tests.”

The Kaminoan continued with her cruel tests, “Yes, but they do give us all the information we need in a timely fashion.”

You approached Tup, grabbing his hand, “He’s scared.” You mumbled, “He’s scared and in pain.”

Nala Se’s flat voice spoke up as she typed on a tablet, “There does not seem to be any sign of infection in the blood.” Her large eyes stared down, reading the information, “How curious. The subject has tested negative on all accounts.”

Tup went slack, gasping and wheezing. You squeezed his hand, hoping to let him know he wasn’t alone. “Good! No virus! Can I treat him now!?” You asked, looking to Shaak Ti for help.

The clone trooper mumbled, breathless, “W-Why am I here..?”

“Is he conscious?” The Jedi next to you stepped closer.

Tup tensed, his foggy gaze zeroed in on the togruta, “Follow orders…” He croaked, beginning to thrash against his restraints, “Kill Jedi. Kill Jedi!”

“Are you finished with your tests?” Shaak Ti remained perfectly calm in the face of such stress.

“For now.” Nala Se confirmed.

“Sedate him.”

The medical droid turned with the sedation oxygen mask. However, you snatched it out of its metal claws, “Tup, Tup look at me.” You whispered, getting his attention.

The trooper seemed to calm the moment you blocked his view from the General, “Orders…I need to…Follow orders…”

“I know. You're a good soldier, Tup.” You pet his hair, “I’m going to give you oxygen, alright?”

He swallowed, laying back fully. Once he got a few lungs full of the medicated oxygen, his eyes closed.

The Jedi beside you hummed in thought, “It appears this clone has orders to kill a Jedi. Perhaps the Separatists found a way to brainwash him.” her gaze was on Tup, “A surgery may destroy the effects of the brainwashing, and any evidence it occurred. We need to understand it.”

“General, please…” you begged, “I have the umbaran scanner-”

“I disposed of that primitive thing.” The Kaminoan scientist responded, turning her back to you, “Such technology is nothing compared to what we have here.”

“What?!” Your shout was full of rage, “That wasn’t yours to throw away!”

“We have better scanners here, on Kamino.”

“Oh you self-centered, long-necked, cun-!”

“Enough!” Shaak Ti’s voice sliced between the both of you like a hot knife, cutting off your very vicious insult, “This petty fight between the two of you ends, now. Nala Se, continue whatever tests you can do while he is under sedation.” She snapped, finally reaching her limit, “And you, check on Fives.”

You furrowed your brow but let out a tense sigh, “Yes, General.” Your steps rushed from the surgical room and went to where the ARC trooper was held.

Once the door opened, Fives shot up, “Mesh’la!”

“Please sit back down,” a small hovering medical droid ordered; however, your lover ignored the command.

His arms wrapped around you as soon as the door was closed behind you. He pulled back to hold your face and give you a heated kiss.

You returned his affection eagerly before you broke the kiss to speak, “Thank goodness you’re alright…Nala Se isn’t listening to me. Neither is the General.”

He tensed, “What? Why?”

“I..I don’t know. Nala Se threw away the umbaran scanner that originally found the…” Your words faded off. With a cold realization, it became clear to you.

The umbaran scanner found the anomaly in the clone's brains originally. The scans were sent to several doctors in the Grand Republic Medical Facility. The Ethics committee was informed by Dr.Mila, that's why they left for Kamino. Then they were attacked and killed. The other deaths, the murders that ended the lives of more of your colleagues, occurred afterward. Then you were nearly killed…

At first, you thought it was the Separatist plot to make the Republic look weak. But now, you realized the true reason. Behind the death. The despair.

Everyone who died knew about the brain anomaly.

Nala Se is hiding something.

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Logos and Pathos (Book 2) Chapter Twenty

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty: Planet Exploration

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends finds themselves on a strange planet with hidden sides and a strange civilization. Although it is beautiful, it is trapping them, so what is manipulating this paradise?

Mouse Note: MC gets their "unprofessional thoughts" moment.

Captain’s Log: While making a routine exploration of the unexplored Gamma Trianguli VI, one of my men has been killed by a poisonous plant.

“As soon as we get out of the way, beam the body up,” said Kirk to the Bridge.

“Aye, Captain,” said Scotty. “It’s a shame about Hendorff. We seem to have a problem here, too.”

“What is it?” asked Kirk.

“We’re losing potency in our antimatter pods,” said Scotty. “I don’t think it’s serious, but we’re looking into it.”

“What’s causing it?” questioned Kirk.

“I’m not sure, sir,” said Scotty, woe to admit he didn’t know what was causing an engineering problem. “But we’ve run measurements of the electromagnetic field of the planet, and they are a wee bit abnormal. That might have something to do with it.”

“But you say there’s nothing to worry about?” asked Kirk.

“Well, sir, I didn’t exactly say that,” said Scotty.

“Well, stay on top of it,” said Kirk. “We got a job to do here. Might as well finish it.”

“I hear it’s nice down there,” said Scotty.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” said Kirk. “If we’re a little more careful, we shouldn’t run into any more trouble.”

“I could do with a nice walk in a garden, with green leaves and grass,” said Scotty. Clearly, he wanted to come down if there was a chance.

“We’ll do the walking, Scotty,” said Kirk, amused. “You get on that antimatter pod. If it gets any worse, let me know, we’ll beam up. Kirk out.” He closed his communicator.

“I find that most unusual, Captain,” remarked Spock.

“Well, Scotty will handle it,” said Kirk. “We got a job to do. Turn up anything on your tricorder?”

“Indeed. Subsurface vibrations for miles in all directions,” said Spock. “Quite strong, fairly regular.”

“That is weird,” agreed (Y/N). “No animal could do that.”

Spock nodded. “No, it seems to be artificially produced.”

“Mallory?” called Kirk, and a security officer walked over.

“Yes, Captain,” said Mallory.

“We’re heading for the village we scouted earlier,” said Kirk. “Avoid contact with the humanoids. And I want you and Marple to make a full reconnaissance, and be careful. There may be other danger besides poisonous plants. Keep in constant communication.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” said Mallory.

“Captain,” said (Y/N) quietly.

“Yes, (L/N)?” said Kirk, copying their furtive tone.

“There’s a humanoid hiding directly behind us. I sensed their emotions and then spotted them. They’re moving quite agilely,” said (Y/N).

Spock glanced at his tricorder and nodded in confirmation. “Bearing 18.”

Kirk furrowed his brow and nodded in acknowledgement. He’d keep an eye out.

“What is it, Mr. Spock?” asked Chekov.

“A visitor,” said Spock. “One wanting to maintain his anonymity, I should say.”

He followed (Y/N) and Kirk as they carefully moved around the clearing, watching for any of their watcher’s movements. Chekov returned to Yeoman Landon’s side (he had a little crush on her, and she definitely liked him back).

“Mr. Chekov, Yeoman Landon, I know you find each other fascinating, but we’re not here to conduct a field experiment in human biology,” said Kirk, walking up to them.”

(Y/N) snorted unceremoniously in amusement as the pair blushed and stepped apart. Their embarrassment mixed with their clear preference for one another in an entertaining mix.

“Anything?” asked Bones.

“Whatever it is, it moves like a cat,” said Kirk in reference to their guest.

“Jim, I don’t like this,” said Bones.

“Neither do it. All hands,” announced Kirk. Everyone moved to his side. “We’ve been watched, we’ll probably be watched. We’re moving out. Formation L.”

Spock stepped to (Y/N)’s side as they began the walk. He wanted to stay by their side in case anything happened. (Y/N) too stuck by Spock’s side. Both were equally invested in the other’s welfare, so if there was any danger, it would really be a competition to see which could protect the other more (and likely get themself hurt in the process).

Continuing their exploration carefully, Kirk stopped them by a strange rock and had Spock examine it.

“Interesting. Extremely low specific gravity,” said Spock. “Some uranium, hornblende, quartz.” He easily broke it apart in his two hands.

(That prompted a few thoughts in (Y/N)’s mind that were vaguely along the lines of “that was hot. strong and smart. wow. i’m so in love with him” and a few others that were a little less appropriate)

“Fragile, good cleavage,” said Spock. “An analysis should prove interesting.” He tossed one half of the rock to the side, and as it hit the ground a few meters away, it exploded. The group jumped back, and (Y/N) grabbed Spock, pulling him away from the heat and debris by his arm.

“Would you mind being careful where you throw your rocks. Mr. Spock?” coughed Kirk as the dust cleared.

Undeterred, Spock blinked as if the explosion was just a minor surprise. “Obviously highly unstable, Captain. This could be a find of some importance.”

Carefully, Spock set the rock he still had on the ground, and they began their walk again, (Y/N)’s hand still resting on his arm until they realized and retracted it. Spock missed the contact and wished he had the courage to initiate more. With most, he felt it necessary to keep physical distance due to his culture, but (Y/N)…He wanted to be close to them. They felt safe. And so, as they walked, his fingers twitched out towards theirs, so close that a little more movement would have their hands brushing. Spock curled his hands into fists. He hadn’t touched hands with someone in years—the intimacy was unparalleled on Vulcan—and he couldn’t cross that line. Not when he was just friends with (Y/N). Nothing more. Spock being in love with them didn’t mean he could cross such a boundary.

“Enterprise to Captain Kirk,” said Scotty on the communicator.

“Kirk here,” he replied.

“Scott, sir,” said Scotty. “Our antimatter pods are completely inert. I couldn’t stop it, but I know why.”

“Why?” asked (Y/N).

“Something from the surface. Like a pail of water on a fire,” said Scotty. “A beam maybe, or a transmission. And it’s still on. I’m having it analyzing, but it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. And it’s pinpointed in the area of that village we located down there.”

“We’re heading there now, Scotty,” said Kirk. “Do you need any help?”

“Well, there’s nothing you could do about it, sir. And there doesn’t seem to be any any immediate danger,” said Scotty.

“Alright, Scotty, We’ll try and find out what’s going on down here. Kirk out.” He shut off the communicator.

“If Scott is correct about the force coming from the surface, it may have to do with the vibrations I read earlier,” said Spock.

(Y/N) nodded. “Especially if it’s mechanical, like we thought. Maybe a generator?”

“If so, an immense one,” agreed Spock. “Probably subterranean.”

“What’s that?” asked Kirk, seeing Bones examining something.

“Some of the thorns like those that killed Hendorff,” said Bones. As he spoke, no one noticed a flower turning the groups direction as they huddled up around Bones and Kirk. “See this stuff on the end? It’s like saponin, only it’s a thousand times stronger.”

“Peculiar stuff to find in paradise,” said Kirk.

(Y/N) glanced up and spied the strange flower turning towards them. It was aiming towards Spock, who remained unaware as he did recordings on the plant thorns.

“Spock!” they cried, shoving him to the side as the plant fired thorns into their side. They gasped and collapsed as the poisonous saponin dripped into their bloodstream.

“(Y/N)!” Spock’s voice betrayed urgency as he rushed to their side. No, no! He felt for a pulse, alarmed when he could barely feel one. He felt a rush of emotion fill his heart. Spock couldn’t handle them being so close to death. It was tearing him apart as he failed to see their chest moving.

“Security alert!” shouted Kirk.

Spock supported their body as Bones began scanning them and pulling out all his tools, determined to save them. Spock refused to let go of (Y/N), watching as Bones prepared as syringe. “Are they alive?”

Bones injected the syringe into (Y/N). “I filled them with enough Masiform D to make the whole crew turn handsprings, and they’re not responding. We’ve got to get them back to the ship.”

“Kirk to Enterprise.” Kirk contacted the ship quickly, knowing Spock was preoccupied with checking on (Y/N)’s condition. He prided himself on being efficient, but the Vulcan threw everything to the wayside when it meant (Y/N)’s health and safety.

“Scott here, sir,” said Scotty.

“We’re beaming up,” said Kirk urgently. “Notify Transporter Room immediately. And make arrangements to pick up Mallory and Marple. They’re scouting ahead of us.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” said Scotty. “Standing by.”

“Energize,” said Kirk.

They dissolved, but instead of reenergizing on the Enterprise, they remained on the planet. The Transporter kept trying to get a hold on them, but it wasn’t working. They were stuck.

“Scotty, energize,” repeated Kirk. No response. “Scotty, what’s the matter?”

“We can’t make transporter contact, sir,” said Scotty urgently. “The entire system’s inhibited. The way it is now, we couldn’t beam up a fly.”

Spock’s head snapped up as he held (Y/N) tighter to his chest. If they couldn’t get back up to the ship, (Y/N) could…die. Spock’s human instincts were kicking in as he worried for his love’s safety.

“Scotty, is the transporter malfunction tied in with the trouble you’re having with the antimatter pods?” asked Kirk.

“I don’t know, sir,” said Scotty. “I’ll check it and get back to you. Scott out.”

(Y/N) gasped suddenly as the Masiform D kicked in. Sitting up with Spock supporting them, they looked around to get their bearings.

“(Y/N)?” said Spock, trying to keep his voice steady. A slight quaver of worry made it through. “Are you alright?”

“My stomach is turning, but I think that’s from whatever Bones gave me,” said (Y/N). “Otherwise, I think I’m okay.”

“Watch it, I saved your life,” grumbled Bones, but not actually angry. He was relieved (Y/N) was alright. They were friends, after all.

Spock nearly breathed a sigh of relief at seeing (Y/N) act so natural. After Hendorff’s death, he had worried the other plants were as deadly. Luckily, this one’s poison was reversible with treatment. However, he was equally upset that (Y/N) had risked their life for him. He couldn’t be the reason they died. “(Y/N), what were you trying to do?”

“You didn’t see the plant, and I didn’t want you to get hurt, so I pushed you out of the way,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“Thereby risking your own life?” questioned Spock.

(Y/N) smiled sheepishly. “Well, I didn’t mean to.”

Spock’s eyes closed for a moment in an expression of exasperation. “I can assure you, my reflexes are good enough that I can move out of the way if needed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said (Y/N). But if you’re in danger, I’m going to protect you. I love you.

“But…thank you for your consideration,” said Spock.

“No problem,” said (Y/N), smiling as Spock helped them up.

Oblivious idiots, thought Kirk and Bones simultaneously.

“Kaplan, take post,” ordered Kirk. He looked at the rest of the group. “Not only is something after us, but it’s after the ship as well.”

“Captain, to affect the ship at this range would require a highly sophisticated planetary defense system,” said Spock. As he spoke, the sky rumbled as dark clouds raced across the sky. The sudden change in weather was unnatural.

“Thirty seconds ago, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky,” murmured Kirk. Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. Kaplan, standing a few yards off, was struck and disintegrated. “Come on!” shouted Kirk, running back for cover as more lightning struck near them. Spock hand wrapped around (Y/N)’s arm as he pulled them close for safety.

“Phasers,” ordered Kirk once they regrouped. They passed two other smoking marks on the ground. They had barely evaded lightning strikes. “A beautiful day,” remarked Kirk sarcastically. “Not a cloud in the sky. Just like paradise.” His communicator beeped. “Kirk here.”

“Mallory here, Captain,” said the security officer. “I’m near the village. Coordinates 118 by 220.” However, his voice barely came through as static buzzed.

(Y/N) glanced worriedly at Spock. Whatever was affecting the Enterprise clearly controlled more of this planet than they realized, and it was working against them.

“Mallory. Mallory, are you alright?” said Kirk. “Come in.” They still couldn’t make out what he was saying after those first few words.

“Captain, those coordinates are a short distance in that direction,” indicated Spock.

“On the double.” Kirk ran off in search of Mallory, not wanting to lose another officer. The rest of the landing party followed.

Mallory ran towards them. “It’s over there!” He clearly had seen something else in the forest. “I never saw anything like—!” He stepped on one of the deadly rocks, and it exploded. Mallory was thrown to the ground.

“Mallory!” shouted Kirk as he heard the explosion. “Marple! Step back!” Marple stopped before he too tread across the dangerous territory. “Rocks…”

Bones knelt by Mallory’s body. “He’s dead, Jim.”

“Hendorff. Kaplan. Now, Mallory,” said Kirk, angry and sad.

“Captain, you couldn’t have stopped any of this,” said (Y/N).

Spock nodded. “In each case, this was unavoidable.”

“I could have prevented it all,” insisted Kirk.

“I don’t see how,” said Spock.

“A walk in paradise…among the green grass and the flowers. I should have beamed up at the first sign of trouble,” said Kirk.

“You are under orders to investigate this planet and this culture,” said (Y/N).

“I also have the option to disregard those orders if I consider them overly hazardous. This isn’t that important of a mission…not worth the life of three of my men,” said Kirk sadly. “I dropped my guard for a minute because I like the smell of growing things, and now there’s three men are dead, and the ship’s in trouble.”

“No one has ever stated that Starfleet duty was particularly safe,” said Spock. “You’ve followed the logical and correct course and done everything a commander could do.”

Kirk nodded sadly. “Thank you, Spock.”

“Captain,” said (Y/N), glancing to the side as they felt new emotions enter the clearing. “Our friend is back.” They nodded imperceptibly in the direction.

“Marple, Mr. Chekov, at attention,” said Kirk. He spoke quietly. “Gentlemen, someone is behind that rock. I want them. Marple, cut around the rock to your right. Make a loud noise. Be careful. Mr. Spock, you, (L/N), and Chekov create a diversion, and make it loud.”

“Mr. Chekov, your tricorder readings are totally inefficient!” said Spock loudly.

“Uh, mind your business, sir!” said Chekov dramatically. “For your information, I have a very high efficiency rating!”

“No way you do!” said (Y/N) loudly.

“Yes, I do!” declared Chekov.

“Ensign, I will not have you address your superiors in that tone!” ordered Spock.

“What do you want, violins?” cried Chekov.

As they argued and their spy listened in, Marple and Kirk circled around and caught him. Kirk punched him and prepared to fight, but instead of attacking, the man started crying.

“I won’t hurt you,” said Kirk, realizing he was afraid. “Do you understand? I won’t hurt you.”

“You struck me…with your hand.” He seemed surprised, as if it had never happened before.

“Well, I won’t strike you again,” said Kirk. The landing party joined him, realizing their little diversion had done it’s job. “You’ve been following us, watching us. Why?”

“I am the eyes of Vaal,” said the man. “He must see.”

“Who is Vaal?” asked Kirk.

“Vaal is Vaal,” said the man. “He is everything.”

Strange. He seems confused on why we would ask, thought (Y/N). “Do you have a name?” they asked.

“I am Akuta,” he responded. “I am the leader of the Feeders of Vaal.”

“Akuta, we come in peace,” said (Y/N), smiling as they tried to keep him calm. “We would like to speak to this Vaal.” They figured they’d need to, if they were ever going to get out of this place.

“Akuta alone speaks to Vaal,” said Akuta. “I am the eyes and voice of Vaal.”

So Vaal is their leader, with some religious-like following. Best to treat it respectfully, thought (Y/N) as they assessed their situation as they were trained to do as a negotiator.

“Why were you following us?” asked Spock.

“It is Vaal’s wish,” said Akuta.

“Captain, this is fascinating,” said Spock. He reached up, and Akuta flinched. “If you will permit me, sir.” Akuta let Spock touch the small wires woven into his hair. “Antenna.”

“They are my ears for Vaal,” confirmed Akuta. “They were given to me in the dim time, so the people would understand his commands and obey.”

“The people of Vaal. Are they nearby?” asked (Y/N).

“We are close to Vaal so we may serve him,” said Akuta, nodding. “I shall take you there.” He turned and began leading them through the forest.

“Enterprise to Captain Kirk,” said Scotty through the communicator.

“Kirk here,” he replied as they walked.

“Captain, something has grabbed us from the planet’s surface, and we can’t break loose,” said Scotty urgently.

“Are the warp drives still out?” asked Kirk.

“Aye, sir,” replied Scotty regretfully. “All we have is impulse drive.”

“Put it on maximum,” ordered Kirk. “Full emergency circuits.”

“They’re all on, Captain,” said Scotty.

“Status. Are you still holding?” asked Kirk.

“We might be able to pull out with warp drive, but without it, we’re like a fly on flypaper. Even worse, we’re starting to lose ground,” said Scotty.

“Maintain full reverse thrust against the pull,” commanded Kirk. “Put a team on that warp drive. Get it working.”

“It’s no good, Captain. With maximum thrust against the pull, we’ll only be able to maintain full power for sixteen hours. Then we burn up for sure,” warned Scotty.

“Scotty, you’re my Chief Engineer. You know everything about that ship that there is to know—more than the men who designed it. If you can’t get those warp engines working…you’re fired,” said Kirk, using the threat for motivation (not actually meaning it).

“I’ll do everything there is to do, sir. Scott out.” The communication closed.

“Tell us about Vaal,” invited (Y/N) as they walked by Akuta.

“All the world knows about Vaal,” said Akuta. “He, he causes the rains to fall and the rain to shine. All good comes from Vaal.”

“Can you take us to him?” asked (Y/N), smiling. “We would like to speak to him.”

Spock had to admit, he would be swayed if they were trying to negotiate for his trust. Their bright smile and gentle tone would have him singing like a bird with whatever information they asked of him.

“I shall take you to him, but he will not speak to you. He speaks only to me,” said Akuta. He turned and continued on through the forest.

“Interesting,” remarked Spock to (Y/N).

“I wonder if Vaal will give us the answers we’re looking for,” said (Y/N). “We’ll find out soon.”

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