#nick gant fanfiction

[steviebbboi]

Drabble/One-shot Inspo Check-in!

I’m feeling super inspired to write for any CE Babe! Are there any prompts/asks that yall have been wanting to read for a while?

(Send me to me, Rachel 🙏🏼)

Important Note: These would all have some kind of smut/slight smut unless otherwise stated in individual warnings!

Angry!Ransom x Reader(Princess) Ask Answered

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

High Stakes Push

Summary- 1.4k Nick Gant x Reader. You and Nick have a job to do that require some skills that your rag-tag team of Division's Most Wanted posses. It requires some finesse, some surprise, and most importantly, not getting caught.

Warnings- Threatening manner. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- This is written for @darth-anakin-bucky 1k Challenge. My prompt will be italicized in the story. Thank you Suz for letting me participate and congratulations on your milestone. I'm sorry that this is so late though. All mistakes are my own.

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You fiddled just outside of the clubs exclusive door. Where you knew the card game was going on, waiting with a tray of drinks. Nick was already in there, working the game with a finesse that you trusted. 

There was one thing Nick Gant was good at, it was a decent hustle. He would be able to goad and intice everyone to put everything they had into the game. Money, jewlery, cards, valuables. It was a gauranteed payday for you two, not to mention the other item you two were actually hired to steal, this was a easy job, a quick job and your little ragtag group desperatly needed it now that funds were running low once again. 

The two of you had it down, even down to you imposing as a clubs waitress, dressed to kill if need be. Strapped to your inner thigh was a dagger that had gotten the two of you out of some less then desirable situations. You just hoped that this wouldnt be one of them. 

Loud noises, bouncing lights and exuberant buzzed people pounded the energy behind you. You felt them, your body drawing from them the whole time, building, building, building. It throbbed in you, but you contained it like a little bomb in your core. A bouncer stood at the door, looking you up and down as if checking you out. 

Sweet little innocent, you with your skimpy dress and tray of drinks looking to go resupply the game going on with the twenty-five thousand dollars buy in. Cassie told you this would be the one to hit, worked it all out for both you and Nick. Assured you that they would let you in thinking you were simply the owner's newest favorite working girl. You could play this part. 

“How long you been here Sweetheart? Ain’t never seen you delivering drinks for Burgendy before.” 

You already rehearsed this line, Nick worked with you to make sure you got it just right. “Long enough. Got Burgendy’s Dalmore 62.” You nodded at the ridiculous expensive shots carefully placed in the middle, which the man glanced down. “He’s expecting this right now. You are not gonna make me explain to Mr.Burgendy that I’m not bringing his victory shots because his man wouldn’t let me through.”

It’s all about bluff, all about bluff. He looked you over once more and then stepped aside to let you through. You breezed past him as if you belonged, climbing a red encased set of stairs to the upper levels. Another door was clicked open for you, allowing you to enter the exclusive game. You never even looked at Nick as you approached the club owner. 

A truly vile man who took advantage of his workers in various ways. Cleaning him out gave you a sense of pleasure, as well as the rest of the men here. You could see the collection in the center of the table, piled high, just waiting to be plucked. Burgundy boasted out in a confident laugh, beckoning you in closer to him. “Got something just for me? You sure are a pretty thing.” His hand clasped the back of your ass, a fat hand digging into a cheek like he owned you. 

The temptation to stab the fuck in his neck right there was strong. But you resisted. You felt a rumble of the table and you willed Nick to chill and not loose his cool, not yet. 

You set the requested shots in front of the owner, smiling sweetly as you played the sweet innocent part, pretending to stutter over your words and act meek. “Y-yes, straight from the bar. They said it was your favorite Sir.” 

“Oh you are a keeper. Ass like a dime and manners to boot.” He pulled out his wallet and slipped the last remaining bill from it, tucking it in the front of your dress. “Keep this up Honey and I will keep you on my personal staff.” 

You had the wallet in sight, his ID’s and cards that was your main target in sight, it was enough to act not. For the first time you glanced at Nick, the clear signal. Now. 

Nick pushed back from the table, well out of harm's way while all that club energy you stored, you let it go. A heavy boom of a wave pounded around the table, the shock wave sending the bastards gambling at the table flying in all corners as if blasted from some invisible force. Nick managed to keep them pinned in place, his fingers splayed wide while maintaining the pressure across the room. “Gather it up Y/N, I can’t hold this many for long.” 

You scrambled, scooping up the wallet where Burgendy dropped it and sweeping your arm across the table to shove everything into a bag you had folded under your dress. You grabbed the dagger strapped to your thigh, leaning over Burgendy as he struggled against the pressure, beads of sweat rolling down his face in his fear. You let the knife tip slide along the edge of his face, sneering at him. “An anonymous buyer sends there regards. Keep fucking with your employees and someone worst then us will be back.” You snapped up to a stand, striding out of the room from a different exit with Nick right behind you. 

His arm went over your shoulder and he started counting doors, looking for that fifth one that Cassie insisted would take you through the kitchen and out into the back alleyway. There was yelling behind you, which you glanced over Nicks shoulder and sure enough, the bouncer who let you in was bursting through the door and looking for you. 

“We gotta get out of here Nick.” You ducked your head a bit to keep him from noticing you. 

“On it.” There was a twist of his fingers and the door burst open to let you two slip through. The kitchen ignored you two while darting down the aisle. You felt bad because these people were innocent in all this but you had to make a distraction. 

Nick did it for you, tossing up trays of utensils and food behind the two of you. No one continued following you, paused by the mess of flying plates and expensive fliet mignon. The back door was your saving grace, bursting out by a dumpster that looked like a body or two had been tossed in before and a disaster of a alleyway, Nick pulled you two to hide around it, out of sight. He enclosed you into his arms, shielding you form sight as your dress would have been a dead giveaway and you reached around him to yank his hoodie over his head, keeping your heads together while the door on the other side of the dumpster burst open. “We lost them Sir…” 

Nick and you held your breath, praying that he wouldn’t look around too much. You heard shuffling and the creak of the door slamming shut once again. “Well, he put zero effort into looking for us.” Nick scoffed as he let his tight hold loosen. 

“Just like Cassie said.” You said confidently as you let yourself give a nervous chuckle. Nick turned his gaze to that dress, whistling softly. 

“You look smoking hot in that Bunny.” He pinned you back to the alleys brick wall, his good mood at pulling this off making his features lighten up, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he traced a finger over the plunging v in the front. “I was ready to pop that bastards head off, touching you like that.” 

“I’m glad you maintained control. You are getting better.” You praised while he went in for that kiss, one that was just dirty in all the best ways, the adrenaline rush making you gasp against plush lips that still tasted of overpriced liquor and promises of a good time once they returned back to their little current hidey-hole. Your hand grasped the back of his neck to hold yourself in place, brushing into the spikey strands to give a gentle tug. Nick hissed against your lips, but let himself lift away. 

“Nick, if we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it’s on you.” 

“Ain’t no one gonna catch us.” As he said that, the door slammed back open, making you both duck out of sight. Once it went quiet again, Nick jerked his head towards the street, taking your hand. “You’re right. Let’s not push our luck.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2021, Day 26: Zelophilia

Summary:  Nick doesn’t like you flirting with Professor Barber

Pairings:  Nick Gant X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, dub con, role play, jealousy kink, safe word, public sex, car sex, degradation, physical violence (2 men), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  818

Zelophilia is a condition in which a person becomes sexually aroused by feelings of jealousy.

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Your finger slides up Professor Barber’s arm, a quick look to the side at the table on the other end of the restaurant, you make contact with the man sitting at the booth only for a second before you’re looking back at the professor.  He’s losing his battle with your flirting.  Trying to keep things professional.  “Maybe you should stop.”

“We’re not on campus, Professor.  Seems silly to deny this.”

“I thought you had a boyfriend?  You mentioned him in class the other day.”

“Had.  Past tense.  Just need something to help me get over him.”

Andy looks down at your lips, before back to your eyes.  The struggle continuing of what he wants to do and what he should do.  He should end this, but what’s the fun in that?  Leaning forward, he barely grazes his lips on your own.  “Professor...”

“Please call me Andy.”

“Andy,” leaning forward you slot your lips against his.  Mewling when he pulls you closer to him.  His tongue brushes against your lips, and you part them, allowing him access.  Wrapping your hand around his neck, you hold tightly.  

Nick stands gritting his teeth.  Watching this whole moment play in front of him, walking slowly up to the two of you that stay entwined together.  He jerks Andy’s shoulder, and when Andy looks up at him, he gives him a quick punch to the face, “Get your hands off her you perv.”

“What the fuck?”

“Nick!  What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I’m doing?  You’re the one acting like a fucking slut.  Making out with your professor, after you stood me up.  Let’s go,” you shake your head no, but he’s pulling at your arm.  “Let’s go now.”

“Andy, I’m sorry,” you tell him as Nick pulls your body away.  

“God, what the hell is your problem?  First flirting with him, and then you’re making out with him at our restaurant.  We had a date tonight that you said you couldn’t make it to.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry.”

“Get in the car,” you stand there, eyes trained on the pavement.  “Get in the fucking car,” opening the door, he shoves you harshly in the back seat, before crawling on top of you.  His hands knead your body, before roughly hiking up your dress, and pulls aside your panties.

“Nick, stop it.”

“No.  You want to try and fuck Professor Barber?  I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to you fucking slut,” pinning your wrists above your head his undoes his pants, wrapping his fist at the base of his veiny girth, Nick lines himself up and slams into your cunt.  Your body quivers at the intrusion, and he allows you to adjust, only for a few seconds, before he ruts into you.  “You want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

“The door,” your voice whines.  It’s bad enough that he’s objectifying you like this, but to do it in the open.

“Don’t care,” the hand not holding your wrists, grabs your cheeks to look up at him, crashing his lips into you, and when you don’t return the kiss, he grips your face tighter, until you indulge in him.  “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you nearly become chaffed and raw with his jackhammer speed.  

“Acting like a whore.”

“Whose slut, are you?” winding his hand down, he pinches your bundle of nerves, and for once you feel a fiery pleasure.  “Tell me sweetheart, who’s dirty little slut, are you?”

“Yours, Nick.  I’m your dirty little...ahh...” your eyes squeeze shut when you feel the rush of pleasure, but you know you need to finish.  “I’m Nick’s dirty little slut.”

Continuing his fast pace, Nick stabs into you.  Your walls clamp down around him, and his thick heat fills you up.  Panting he lays his head on your chest.  And the two of your heaving breaths rebound in the car.  “How’d she do Andy?”

Andy opens the door to look at the two of you blissed out in the back of his Audi.  “You did good honey.  You like being Nicky’s little whore?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Alright, Nick, the Mrs. And I will call if we need you again, okay?”

Nick pulls himself out of you, smiling at the mess he made.  “If there’s anything else on that list you need help with, just let me know.  Andy was telling me you want to try some double penetration,” he gives you a quick wink before leaving.

Closing the door behind him, you’re still there sprawled out when Andy fully looks back at you, “Oh, honey, we might have been pretending to make my student jealous, but seeing him fuck you like an animal back here, made me jealous and horny.  You’re not tired, are you?” you shake your head no.  “What’s your word?”

“Flamingo.”

“Good girl.”

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This takes place in the Mr. & Mrs. Barber universe

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Taglist:   @donutloverxo​ @johndeaconshands​ @xoxabs88xox​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @duuhrayliegh​ @rebekahdawkins​ @autumnrose40​ @terry2227​

[alexcat45]

ummary:

Nick is dying to see what Cassie is drawing.

Notes:

For the Monday challenge at In a Flash - write something from a small fandom for International Fanworks Day.

[jandjsalmon]

Ships in Gifs

Tagged by the ever wonderful @mynewblackdress​ 

Rules: Answer with gifs then tag five people!

1. Favourite ship? - Bughead. Always.

2. First ship? Sarah/Jareth - before I knew what a ship was.

3. First ship you were crazy for?  - Fire & Ice (what us old people used to call Draco/Ginny) - I liked other ships before... but this one gave me a life of fanfiction and online friends. 

4. Newest ship? - Theonsa - relatively recent for me and I’m loving all these amazing Modern AUs. I love how the fandom (or at least the writers I’ve been reading) interpret how Theon could be if he wasn’t stuck in a GoT world.

5. Ship you like but no one else does? - Nick Gant/Cassie Holmes. And honestly, I’m sure it’s because the movie was largely forgettable (other than by people like me - who immediately went to search Ao3 for fic and found the 140 fics in total) - but I loved them. I wish there were more people who did so I would have more stories to read. *cries*

6. Ship you wish was endgame? - Braime. Seriously. This ship was written TO BE ENDGAME. I’m forever and ever bitter that D&D ruined it. FOREVER BITTER. Even the actors are forever bitter. The character regression for Jaime in particular is straight-up MIND BOGGLING! If you can find you a good fic writer who REALLY gets Jaime - then you are in for a treat. Let me know if you need a rec. ;)

7. Ship you wish had screen time? Mal/River. True facts, I hated Inara Serra. I love the actress who played her and will forever enjoy Mrs. Vanessa Pool - but I hated her dynamic with Captain Mal. So of course I gravitated to the world weary space cowboy falling for the broken psychic reader.  

8. Ship you want to have more screen time?  - Hallie. I guess since we’re not getting a Season 2, we’ll just have to live with the soft smiles and the one time (that wasn’t that great) in canon - and live vicariously through all the amazing Hallie fics. There is an uber talented bunch of Hallie fic writers - and they’re feeding us through this drought. 

9. Ship you wish had been canon? -  Mac and Dick. I mean - they had a few snippets of screentime (mostly about Cassidy) - but I wish they’d been able to have more. I loved them. Love them? Love them. Still read them religiously.

10. Ship you want to be canon? - Laura and Mad Sweeney. I mean... he’s currently dead - but that doesn’t have to last forever in a world with magical realism like American Gods. I love my 6′4″ leprechaun and his 5′1 zombie. 

Okay - the tagging: @jemmablossom, @obsessedwithtv13, @treaddelicately, @smugheadjonesthethird and @celerylapel. <3

[steviebbboi]

The Defiance

Pairing: Nick Gant x Original Female Character (OFC)

Summary:

Adroits. The myth of a single individual holding multiple talents. The Division agency thought they could control them. All of the 'mutants'. Clara Miller plans to take charge on this war. Most people called it, The Defiance. [ONE-SHOT]

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Push nor do I own any characters other than Clara! I wrote this in 2014 when I was but a wee lad - that said, I edited this best I could lol but this work is unbeta'd.

Warnings: This has some mild depictions of violence/violent acts/harm against others. Largely angst and action ahead, not much romance but maybe if you squint!

Additional Note: We need more Nick Gant fics! Cassie isn't featured but she is mentioned!

A shout full of anger, determination and pride seeped into her middle ear. It amplified to the point where she couldn't even cover her ears anymore. She ceased in her frantic movements and finally lay still on the ground…numbing into the abyss of limbo.

Clara gasped as she came out of the vision. A tear rolled down her cheek out of absolute fright. She looked down at her hands where the broken plate in her vision held still intact, yet ready to drop. Her face turned pale as she realized that she envisioned her own fate.

With a shaky breath, she put the plate back in the sink, not even bothering to turn off the tap. She raced upstairs, filled up her duffel with anything that she could put her hands on. The pounding on her door could be heard once she had reached the bottom of the stairs. She quickly ran outside and hid behind the large garbage disposal.

Clara held her breath as a Bleeder peered outside. He swept his gaze over the dark backyard carefully before he went back inside. Releasing a relieved exhale, she then waited an hour till she knew that they were gone. Clara knew what she had to do next.

She needed to find Cassie Holmes.

6 months later…

Panting slightly, Clara rested her hands on her knees. Japan, London-- Paris. She went everywhere to look for Cassie Holmes. Yet, she didn't appear.

“She could have a shadow on her.” She groaned softly at the realization. An intense pressure abruptly crashed on her as she reeled forward as the next vision hit. It went as quickly as it came. This time, it was on a more positive note. She and Cassie were talking. Actually talking. 

Catching her breath, she ran down another hidden alleyway within the depths of the Hong Kong region. No idea of where she was really going, just had the ideal focus that she would find her way or stumble upon her next clue. Faintly hearing footsteps behind her, Clara picked up the pace and settled behind a dumpster. She found herself peeking out to check the vacant space to see if it was clear of danger. Thinking that she’s in the clear, she stumbled upon the public area once more into a street market. 

Shouts and tones of demand echoed the streets as she noticed apartment complexes standing just up ahead. A weird knowing feeling took over her body with a shudder. Her intuition taking over her body, she started towards this 5-story tall building and approached the gray shadowed hallway. Walking slowly, she walked past steel doors one by one until she felt her feet stop in front of the last one. 

Clara turned to face the door and cocked her head to the right. Another brief vision hit her of a white man and Cassie standing in the very spot that she was standing. Her vision blurred out into black before she opened her eyes, not even noticing when she closed them. She so desperately wished her visions could show her more of a scene. But her visions were only as strong as she was capable of being. 

Feeling a sense of alert, she hesitantly knocked. She heard footsteps and then a brief pause behind the door. As the door opened, Clara refrained from letting a laugh out but she couldn’t help but smile in relief. Even if a gun was now being pointed at her.

"You could put it down. I'm not Division." She tried not to be offended when he still didn't lower the gun. 

"Who are you?" The man questioned warily.

She simply stared back at the man and responded awkwardly, "My name is Clara Miller.”                      

The man looked closely at her before tucking the gun into his jeans. "What do you want?" He bluntly asked.                                

She fidgeted a bit before responding. "I...I'm just looking for someone-"

Clara drew back a bit as and exhaled sharply as another brief vision hit. It showed the man. He sat up on his bed and sighed. He got up and Moved the cup that was on his bedside table all the way over to the kitchen sink. It cut to him moving a small black box. Clara felt her own body jump back into the present with a jolt of shock at what she Saw. She needed that box. 

"You're a second generation Mover." She spewed out on impulse.

The man didn't look surprised. "And you're a Watcher. Fantastic.”

Clara cleared her throat at his derision and looked at his placid face through her eyelashes. "I'm currently looking for someone. Her name…–her name is Cassie Holmes...would you happen to know where she is? It's really important."  

At hearing her plight, he seemed to clench his jaw in a threatening stance but suddenly changed back into a calm demeanor.

Clara’s eyes widened before narrowing into a knowing gaze, “Gotcha.” She thought to herself. 

The man met her narrowed gaze with one of his own before answering, "Sorry, can't help you. I have no idea who the girl is."

She looked at her feet disappointed. Naively, she thought that he would cooperate. Although she was intimidated by the man’s blaise denial, she was suddenly flooded with a burst of confidence. Looking back into his eyes with a determined glint, she responded, "You see, I can't help but not believe you."

They stared at each other in silence and after a few seconds, she interrupted the tension brewing in the space. "I am, sorry, about this." She muttered quietly.

Clara quickly reached into her beach bag and pulled out a gun. Only, it hovered in mid air with a simple thrust of her hands.

The guy’s eyes widened slightly at the move, but he quickly composed himself. Letting out a reluctant sigh, he put his hands up. All while keeping her eyes on him, Clara reached out towards the gun in his pants, grabbed it and tossed it into her bag. She proceeded to move into the dingy apartment as the man moved back slowly.        

"Thought you said you were a Watcher." He stated, gazing intensely at Clara. 

She shook her head slowly, "No. You did."

She came inside and shut the door without using her hands. She kept the gun pointed at him, as she rummaged through his drawers, filled with clothes, money, and endless amounts of junk and dust. Clara stopped tersely before slamming her hands atop the drawer table. She made a sound in the back of her throat which resembled a whimper.

"It should be here," she muttered repetitively.

Now out of focus, the gun fell and Moved into the man's hands as he used her distraction to manipulate the gun. He immediately pointed it at Clara. Getting her body ready for a fight, she turned with her hands posed before she heard the click of the gun that seemed to make her pause momentarily.

"How did you know that 'it' was supposed to be here?" He asked menacingly.

She sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes, "YOU said that I was the Watcher. Remember?"

"But you never denied it." The man carried a smirk on his face and quickly retorted with complete confidence.

Clara blankly looked at him and realized that she was beaten at her own game. She was hit, again, with superfluous colors that specified an image; it kept rolling like a film in her head. That's when she froze and stared at the man with incredulous eyes.

"What is it?" He asked hesitantly.

"You're him. You do know Cassie...the person I'm looking for,” Clara paused at her realization. “You lied to me... you're Nick Gant."

Nick stared at Clara with a grimace until he pointed 2 firing shots into the ceiling above her and quickly pointed the gun at her again. “Move.” He ordered.

Clara, having shrunken back slightly at the abrupt sound, flinched and stood up straight as he jabbed the gun at her once more. She silently stood up straight and walked towards the door. Before she could open it, he told her to wait.

Nick went in front of her, still securing her place with his gaze, and slightly opened the door while looking left and right to secure the perimeter. He opened the door wide before motioning at her to move forward. Clara looked down at her feet with a clenched jaw before stiffly moving out of the dingy apartment. Nick silently motioned for her to go downstairs to the exit of the complex.

Once they reached the streets and sidewalks of Hong Kong, Nick put the gun in the front of his waistband while forcibly gripping Clara’s forearm and said to her quietly, “Let’s go.”

They were quiet for some time until Clara mustered up the courage to ask, “Where’s Cassie?”

They faltered in their step a bit as Nick slowly gathered into a secluded area of the street. He gripped Clara’s arm tighter to face him. He clenched his teeth and said, “I don’t know.”

She looked at him for a second in bewilderment. “You don’t know?” she stated rather than asked.

Nick looked in her eyes and proceeded to throw her off, “She left. 2 years ago. I woke up and she was gone.”

Clara began to shake her head, “No, no– that can’t be. I Saw you with her.”

Nick frowned but grabbed her arm again in shock, “What-- where?! Tell me.”

“Ow! I don’t know! Why do you think I came to your apartment?! I knew that I had to go to your door…don’t ask me why but…I just felt that I could trust you.” She spoke as she looked into his eyes but then drifted her gaze down to her arm that he was grabbing tightly and looked back at him. “Though, I’m less sure of that now.” She told him smartly.

Nick looked at his hand and let go of her arm, slowly. “I’m sorry, it’s just hard to trust anyone these days. You know why.”

Clara rotated her arm at instinct and broke the intense moment. “Relax. As I said before, I’m not Division. I’m running from them myself.”

Nick fixed his stare as if he remembered something. “Right. That little stunt you pulled before. I didn’t think people like you actually existed.”

She retorted, “People like me?”

“Yes. You know damn well what I mean. Adroits.” He sneered back at her.

Clara staggered back at his brutal tone. Adroits. Very able or skilled. That was how people like her were described. People who were…multi- talented. Adroits were a mere story. A myth. Nobody truly believed they existed in the mutant world. Well, except a few people. Those people are Division. Adroits were listed at Divisions’ top priority list. They halt whatever and whoever they would be working on, just for that small alert on the location of an Adroit. That’s how Clara came to this situation. Someone either reported on her somehow or something else tipped them off to her location.

She stared down at the wet pavement morose and explained, “Someone tipped them off. Neighbor or stranger—I don’t know. But they know me now. I had to run. After I left, I arrived in Japan. I was hit by a vision of me with a blonde girl. The blonde girl. Cassie Holmes. Everyone knows about the two of you, you know. The people who defied Division rule,” Nick didn’t respond to her comment other than tilt his head away briefly before silently signaling for her to continue. “I don’t know where we were but I knew I was intoxicated. I don’t know what it was but she was gripping my head, repeatedly reassuring me, “”It’s alright, Clara. It’s over.” “

She stopped talking to draw her gaze up to his face. Tears were over the edge of her eyes, waiting to fall as she continued, “I keep having the same exact vision and I think it’s because I’m getting closer to her. In my visions, she was also gripping a key. I felt it…right on my temple. I thought she and it would be here.” Her voice broke on the last word and she swallowed down a sob. “That’s what I was looking for earlier but it was never there, was it?” Tears now spilling down her cheeks, she wiped at her face despondent.

Nick quickly softened at Clara’s tearful expression, and was finally looking at her. He saw a woman. A terrified woman who feared for her life, who was confused, disoriented and heading towards the brink of falling over the cliff of panic. Maybe she already fell. 

A flash of a young, 13-year old Cassie asking for his help came into his mind. Clara didn’t realize that the similarities between the woman in front of him and of Cassie six years ago is what ultimately made Nick decide to help her.

She let out a small, dry sob. “Please. I don’t know what’s going on and what it has to do with me. I just need to find Cassie and the key, please.”

A flood of empathy had Nick pulling the woman he barely knew into his chest and into his embrace. 

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” He whispered as he rested his hand on the back of her head.

Clara proceeded to let out small sobs while her shoulders shook. The two stayed in that position for a long time until Clara sniffed and relaxed enough to put her hand on his arm around her. “Thank you.” She looked up at him and gave him a grateful smile.

Nick nodded with a frown and came out of his slight stupor, taking his arms away from her. “We need to go to a safe place, ok? I have a feeling now that my apartment isn’t exactly ideal.”

She shrugged half-heartedly, “Sorry about that.” Nick looked at her and let out a small laugh, “C’mon, I think I know a place where we can go for now,” while slowly jogging away with her following.

“So, what’s this key you’re talkin’ about?” Nick asked her as they seated inside a Chinese, dim-sum restaurant, eating silently. He figured that they would need to replenish their energy after such a charged first meeting.

Clara ate her food quickly as she was famished and all before responding, “I’m not sure. I just know that it was there at the time. As an…Adroit—,” she stopped shortly before saying the word, “I could feel, well, essentially See, the emotional attachment that one would have to things, people…I mean, the list could go on.”

“Huh,” Nick let out in wonderment. “Can you sense the relationship between me and this bowl?” He teased curiously, half-joking to add brevity to the tension brewing.

Clara swallowed her food quickly, “No. But I could see the relationship you have with this food in front of us,” she leaned her arms on the table. “I could see that you would go without eating for days due to your financial struggles. I could feel the hunger you had to endure to survive and the suffering you feel when you look at food. Specifically, dim-sum, because this is your favorite. Isn’t it?” Clara knowingly ended while resuming to eat.

Nick simply stared at her with his mouth slightly ajar. “You’re good.” He spoke after a few seconds, choosing to ignore her tellings, interrupting the depressing tone set around them.

“I’m flattered. I’m still a 2nd generation, you know.” She responded sarcastically. 

“Clearly, well done.” His tone matched hers. She merely smiled at him before going back to her food.

“Do you have any idea of where Cassie would have gone?” Nick asked.

“Honestly, no. However, I still feel her energy surging through the streets. That means that she is currently here. In Hong Kong.” Clara told him while finishing her food and getting up, preparing to leave.

Nick looked up at her while also getting up, throwing down a few bills. “So, she’s definitely here. Makes you wonder why.”

Clara looked at him and said, “For you.” Nick stopped to look at her in confusion. “Nick, there’s something out there.  A war is coming. It’s between Division and us. The ‘mutants’. It’s spreading and quickly. Now, it seems like Division is winning. They’re coming for everyone, Nick and maybe. Just maybe, Cassie picked up on this to warn you. To let you know that it’s coming.”

Nick stared at Clara as she continued walking down the dimly lit street. “What is this war? Why?” 

Clara slowed down until they were right next to each other. “Division seems to have concentrated some type of antidote. Before, they’d do anything to hunt us down to experiment. Well they don’t need to anymore. They seem to be using it on unsuspecting mutants and rumors are that it works. Now, we all know that being like…this, isn’t exactly easy,” Nick hummed in agreement. 

“However, these gifts make us who we are. We may not like it, we may be confused on how to live with it, but it’s apart of us. Division wants to suddenly take it away? We wouldn’t tolerate that and you know it. We’re stubborn and for the sake of us, we’re fighting back.” Clara ended with a certain vindication that Nick couldn’t help but admire.

A prideful smile grew on his face as he realized that he couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. It was about time.  

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         Summary:            

Nick looks at Cassie's book and is shocked by what he sees.

                 Notes:    

Just watched the movie and wanted some Nick and Cassie love. It's one of Chris Evans' better films.