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shouldershimmycity · 2 years ago

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Helium - Pt. 2 (Hangman x Mitchell-Reader)

Maverick never thought he would have children. Then he finds out he has a daughter, and he has to decide whether or not he wants to be a part of her life. But first, he has to get her out of enemy territory with the help of the man who will fall for her.

TW: Description of a panic attack, discussion of child abandonment.

Inspired by the song Helium by Sia.

Prologue Part 1

*****

Penny stared at the aviator in front of her, eyes wide. Maverick sucked his lips into his mouth, waiting for his girlfriend to respond.

“You… have a daughter?” she clarified.

“Yes.”

“But she doesn’t know you’re her dad?”

“Yes.”

“So you’ll be running a possible life or death mission together and teaching at the base together, but you’re not going to tell her?”

“Yes.”

Penny squinted at the man in front of her, who stared back at her with complete seriousness.

“Alright,” she put her hands up, “I want you to run through that again, and tell me why you’re not telling her?”

The fact that Maverick had a daughter didn't bother Penny, she knew how he was when he was younger, and she hated to say it didn’t surprise her, but it didn't. What did irk her was that she was described as such a sweet girl, and an aviator too! Yet, Maverick didn’t have the guts to talk to her about it.

“Because I don’t know if she wants me in her life like that!” he reasoned and she grabbed Pete’s hands to get his full attention.

“Pete, that woman that you just met was once a little girl. A little girl who spent fathers day without a father, who never had someone to take her to father daughter dances, who probably wished that she had a dad. It’s not her fault she was never told. From what you’ve told me, it sounds like her mother is trying to keep her from you! That’s not your fault either. Even if she was told you were a deadbeat, that’s not true. Maybe, if you showed her, she can come to that conclusion on her own?” Penny, as usual, was correct.

“What do I even say?” he whispered to her, and she patted his hand.

“That, Pete, is up to you,” she gave him a lopsided smile, “You’ll figure it out, you always do.”

*****

Opening the door, loud music greeted you along with the sound of a bell ringing followed by loud cheers. You saw Captain Mitchell sitting at the bar, and shimmied past other patrons to say hello.

“What on Earth was that?!” you laughed, announcing your arrival with the question.

“Just in time! Free round of drinks! Fair warning to you, don’t slander the Navy while in San Diego!” he laughed, while the bartender dropped a beer in front of you.

“As long as I don’t get any Chair Force talk, I’ll be nice,” you chuckled, taking a drink.

Another bartender strode over to you and you smiled in greeting at her, she raised an eyebrow at Maverick.

“Ah, Mayhem, this is Penny, Penny this is Lieutenant “Mayhem” Bailey, with the Air Force,” he introduced the woman to you, who reached her hand out and you shook it happily.

“It’s fantastic to meet you,” she said, but her attention was caught by another customer, and she had to excuse herself.

“She seems very nice,” you commented honestly, and he smiled down at his beer bottle, “Have you two been together long?” Your question caught him by surprise.

“How did you know we were together?” he blinked.

“Lucky guess,” you grinned, taking a drink.

“Have you ever been out here?” he asked, making conversation.

“I was born here actually, but my mom moved away a month after,” you explained, "I mean, I guess my dad used to work out here? At least that’s what my mom said.” Maverick began to sweat, and before he opened his mouth to speak, Rooster clapped him on the shoulder, startling him.

“Ah! Rooster, this is Mayhem, he was one of the pilots involved in your extraction,” Mav introduced his adopted son to his daughter, who shook her hand pleasantly.

“It’s good to meet you,” he smiled, then suddenly, “Hey! You should come play pool with us!” Before you gave an answer he was already excitedly dragging you over to the group like the big brother you never had.

When Hangman looked up from aiming the pool stick, he took the shot and missed completely. He was not expecting to see you ever again, and yet here you stood in from of him.

“Hey! Funny running into you here!” he greeted sweetly. So sweetly that a few eyebrows around him were raised. Hangman wasn't sweet.

“Hi! Yeah, although I hope not literally this time,” you giggled and he almost melted. You were looking so much better than you had before, and there was so much life in you now.

“I’m Mayhem, by the way, I don’t think we ever properly introduced each other,” you stuck out your hand to him and he shook it, noting how soft your hands were.

“Hangman, it’s nice to meet you,” his white teeth flashed at you and you grew drunk off the warm feeling in your chest.

Rooster took the opportunity to introduce you to everyone around the pool table, and you noted all their callsigns.

“If I’m not mistaken, everyone here is part of the Dagger Squadron, no?” you asked, and they all either smirked or nodded.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Hangman confirmed.

“So I’ll be seeing more of you then? I’ll be flying this mission with you guys, I think,” your voice came out a tad more hopeful than you had intended it to. (You had also directed your hopes towards Lieutenant Seresin if you weren’t lying).

“I believe so,” he said happily.

“Great, so there’s time for me to kick your ass at pool then,” you grinned, and hooting and hollering followed.

“Plenty of time, m’dear,” he beamed.

Throughout the evening chatter and piano songs that Rooster played for the bar, you got to chat with everyone. Phoenix and Bob noted that Hangman was practically glued to your hip, as the two of you talked for hours. You did, in fact, murder him at pool; to his chagrin. Eventually, the bar was closing, and you had to walk home.

“Could I drive you to your place?” Jake offered, and you accepted his offer happily.

“I would appreciate that,” you said gratefully. The ride was peaceful, the two of you humming to the radio until you pulled up to your house. Turning to the gentleman who drove you home, you smirked.

“Your dad’s not gonna kill me if I don’t walk you to the door is he?” Hangman teased and you held up your hand awkwardly.

“Oh– That’s– Don’t worry about it, I uh– I don’t, really have a dad…” you stumbled on your words.

Could I have not just said 'no'?

“Oh my Go– I am so sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“You’re okay, Jake,” you smiled, a genuine laugh bubbling past your lips. Hangman rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Get some sleep Lieutenant, you’ll need it for tomorrow,” you warned playfully, sliding out of his truck.

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he bid farewell, and only pulled away from the curb when you were safely in your house.

*****

“Mommy! Guess what I did at school today!” your front teeth were missing, and you grinned widely when you handed your mom the card.

“What is this, honey?” She took the colorful paper and looked at it, face falling.

“We made cards for father’s day! I made one for my dad and I was thinking you could mail it to him?” your little voice was so hopeful, and when your mom nodded with tight lips you did a little dance.

“Yay! Thank you, Mom! I hope he likes it? Do you think he’ll like it?!”

“I’m– I’m sure he’ll love it, honey,” she trailed off.

Later that night, you went to throw a napkin away in the trash and saw your card tucked deep into the bag, under old food and garbage. The face you drew of your dad stared at you from behind a cracked eggshell, the purple crayon smile was scraggily on the paper.

You had to come up with his face all on your own. You had no idea what he looked like, and you didn’t even know his name. Despite the ignorance to your fathers identity, you still always held out hope that he would come around one day.

Reaching into the trash, the cardstock was pulled out from the grime and filth. The bottom of it was wet and slimy, so you cut the top off with scissors. All that remained was the top half of your stick figure father, and the very top of your head.

*****

“Good morning aviators!” Maverick’s voice chimed in through the comms, and on your left wing was Rooster and Coyote, to your right was Phoenix and Bob. On the other side of the radar was Maverick, Hangman, Payback and Fanboy.

“Time to play a game! Marked on your radar are three targets. Red and blue boxes sit four miles apart from each other. The red team is my team, blue is Mayhem’s! If you get a radar lock on your aircraft, you’re out. If another team member is able to hit one of the other teams boxes, you’re back in! Does everyone understand the rules? First team to get tagged completely loses. Fight’s on!”

“They’ll be coming in from the right!” Bob shouts, and you’re all banking to meet them halfway. In the distance, boxes are lined up and painted bright red. Three jets pop up over the hill, and head straight for your team.

“Break!” you command, and Coyote and Phoenix break off further right and you and Rooster go high left. Having a larger team allowed you to split without leaving anyone, and you had decided that having Bob as a WSO would help the other half of your group while your own technology would aid you and Rooster. Maverick zipped after you and Bradshaw, who broke off to the right while you pulled up, inverted over Maverick, and trailed down behind him. Higher maneuverability gave you the advantage, and Maverick was left trying to catch up to his kids. Coyote was tagged, and quickly you zipped past Hangman who was chasing down Rooster, and took one of the boxes down. Coyote was back in the game. Payback was tagged by Rooster, and Maverick attempted to get away to destroy one of the boxes but you flew directly underneath him, preventing him from dropping the missile.

“That’s not fair, Mayhem!” he shouted, and you cackled.

“All's fair in love and war, Pops!”

When Maverick saw Phoenix and Bob coming in to tag him, he broke off, returning to the game. You, of course followed him into the action, with Phoenix higher above you. Payback was off to your left somewhere.

Suddenly, there was a 5th gen fighter that zipped close past the canopy of the F-22, and your cry of surprise filled the comms. When the shrieking tone of missile lock reached your ears, you pulled on the joystick, and hit the throttle; almost colliding with Phoenix and Bob as a result. They were now shouting in annoyance and confusion, and cries of concern from Maverick, Rooster, and Hangman filled your ears. You moved upwards and inverted yourself so you would be able to follow the bandit.

“Where did he go? Where is he?!” you searched violently around the sky for the intruder, voice growing loud and genuinely panicked. The team could see your wild eyes from your aircraft.

“Mayhem, it’s only Payback, he tagged you,” Rooster explained, shocked at the reaction it drew from you, “are you alright?” The comms were silent with expectation of an answer, and you leveled yourself out. Upright once more and cheeks burning with the realization that there was no danger, you hesitated, unsure what to say to the group. You must have imagined the fighter, but that didn’t stop the way your hands were violently shaking on the controls.

Embarrassed, you quickly pulled up and over again, hitting the throttle hard. Announcing your return to the tower only, and without another word, you began your flight back to base. Chest heaving, you couldn’t seem to get enough air into your lungs; like they were one size too small. Calls of confusion filled your headset, but you were too focused on the lack of air to listen. The canopy of the fighter felt like it was shrinking, and you desperately wanted to get out.

Dropping the gear, and cleared for landing, you taxied in far faster than was really necessary, and when you had put the brakes into use and parked your aircraft, the canopy lifted. Your boots hit the ground as quickly as they could.

“Are you okay?!” Hondo asked, approaching with a concerned look on his face.

“Fine,” the word came out harder than it was meant to, and you attempted to push past the Warrant Officer.

“Are you sur–”

“Do the post flight checks and leave me alone, please,” the words flew past your lips before you were able to stop them, and a flash of hurt crossed Hondo’s face as you passed.

God! Why couldn’t you say anything right, now?! WHY COULDN’T YOU BREATHE?!

You turned to Hondo once more, your face automatically apologetic.

“I’m sorry! I just– I–” your face contorted with the will to release tears, and you sobbed once before turning your back to the man again. His calls of your name did not stop you from rushing away from him.

The women's locker room was empty, and you made a beeline for the shower in the far corner. Jerking the curtain open and then closed, you slid down onto the tile and sobbed into your knees. Your helmet pressed uncomfortably into your leg, but the crying was the cathartic release you needed; as everything from the past month had built up little by little until it was an unstable tower of utter emotional crap that had threatened to fall at any second. It had finally collapsed. Unfortunately, the sounds of you bawling your eyes out covered the sound of the locker room door opening and closing. Quiet footsteps found their way over to you, and after you sniffled a disgustingly snotty sniffle, they announced themselves.

“Mayhem?” Hangman called out quietly, and you froze. He knew it was you, why try to hide at this point?

“What do you want, Seresin?” you demanded, voice broken by another sob.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly, and you saw his boots under the white plastic curtain now.

“No!” you shouted, but he pulled on the cover regardless.

You expected him to judge the way you had broken down and the way you had reacted. But his face softened at the sight of you curled into the corner. Without another word, he came to sit next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You were between his knees, and his flight suit creased with the iron grip you snatched his sleeve with, holding him hard; as if he would float away like a balloon if you accidentally let go. Your head came to rest under his chin. At this point in time, the talking had distracted you from the crying, and you were shuddering from the breathing now.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m not going to judge you, and I promise I won’t tell anyone,” he reassured you, his chest vibrating with the words he spoke.

“Promise?” your voice was so small for such a strong woman, and you felt him nod against your shoulder. If you weren’t distressed, you would have been reeling from the position you were currently in, how close you were to him.

“Pinky promise,” he confirmed, putting his pinky out in front of your face, and you released his sleeve to link your smallest digit with his, a gentle laugh leaving your lips. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you spoke.

“I thought I saw one of the fighters that took me down, then when Payback tagged me and I heard the tone I panicked,” you confessed, and he rubbed your back in small circles.

“Then I almost hit Phoenix and I yelled at Hondo, and he didn’t deserve that, and I yelled at you and you didn’t deserve that either” your voice cracked and you began crying once again. Jake rocked his body ever so slightly to sway your own, and just continued to rub circles on your back until you stopped crying.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s okay,” he reassured quietly, then paused for a moment, “can I tell you something?” he felt a small nod against his chest.

“I still have nightmares, that I wasn’t fast enough to get to Maverick and Rooster in time. When we had our first mission, both of them got shot down but managed to get another plane. They ran out of ammunition and would have died if I was one second too late,” he breathed deeply, reliving his own nightmares.

“Do you trust me?” he asked quietly, and you sat up to look at him.

“I’d trust you, yeah,” your voice was thick with congestion from crying, and he wiped a tear off your cheek.

“Get dressed, then,” he commanded, “and I’ll be right back.”

“‘Kay,” you stood up, too exhausted to fight him on it.

Hangman exited the women’s locker room and searched for Hondo, who had just finished post flight checks on your aircraft. He quietly explained the situation to the man, who nodded in understanding and confirmed that there were no hard feelings. Jake didn’t want to spread your business, but he knew you’d speak to him when the initial guilt and embarrassment passed. He returned to the locker rooms, and changed as fast as he was able, and exited the door just in time to see you exit yours. Funny, you both kept an extra pair of civvies in your lockers.

He wore a plain, dark gray t-shirt with some boots and dark wash jeans, while you sported a deep red t-shirt and jeans that were slightly lighter than his. He internally laughed at your sneakers matching your shirt, simply because he thought it was cute.

Voices sounded down the hall, and Jake grabbed your hand, pulling you in the opposite direction. He understood that you didn't want to see people now, so he elected to give you privacy as much as he could.

“Where are we going?” your voice was lighter already.

“You’ll see!” he pulled you along.

*****

A short drive later, the two of you arrived at your destination, and you were speechless. Thousands if not millions of different colored flowers filled the vast expanse of the field in front of you. The Flower Fields were an attraction that was apparently not too far from the base, and Jake smiled at how you gaped at all the colors.

“This is beautiful,” you sighed, stepping into the lane between the bushes. Your still slightly puffy eyes wandered over every different flower, a grin plastered seemingly permanently on your face. The entire time, Hangman’s eyes never left your face. He’d been here with his sisters and mother when they came to visit him for his Top Gun graduation, and it’s the first place he thought to bring you. You turned to smile at him, beaming like your emotional battery was now recharged.

“I feel like I should be skipping!” you laughed, and he shook his head goodnaturedly.

“Honey,” he began, his drawl showing through, “No one is a better skipper than me!”

His answer was so out of left field that you almost peed your pants from laughing, and he did a little skippy dance for good measure; followed quickly by “Don’t tell anyone I did that!”

“Your secret is safe with me, Jake,” you sighed, coming down from your laughter.

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand once more to lead you further into the flowers. The ranunculus flowers were incredibly vibrant, and you felt like you were in a movie with the scenery.

Eventually the two of you found yourself going to the other attractions there, including a sweet pea maze which you loved the smell of, and a butterfly house. One monarch in particular had a crush on the naval aviator, or so you proclaimed when it kept landing on him.

“I love butterflies,” you sighed, leaving the warm glass house, the two of you returning out to his truck.

“Jake,” you started, and he turned to look at you, his eyes shining, “thank you.”

“It was nothing,” he sheepishly grinned, “I’m glad you had a good time.”

You walked over to the man who had helped you this evening, and planted a firm kiss to his right cheek.

“I had the best time,” you smiled, and turned to walk to the parking lot once again. Jake raised a hand to his cheek where you had just kissed him, and smiled gently, following you to the truck.

*****

A knock sounded at your front door less than an hour after Jake dropped you off, and the sun was just beginning to set. Peeking through the curtain of the window next to the door, you saw Maverick standing on the porch of your rental house. Opening the door, he smiled warmly at you and you invited him in for coffee or a drink.

When you placed the beer down in front of him, he looked at you concerned. You already knew what was coming.

“Hey, are you doing alright?” he asked honestly, and you shrugged.

“I’m okay… I’ve just taken it harder than I thought I did,” pausing, you thought about it all and offered more to Maverick, “I think– I think I can do it, but it’s just going to be hard. I swear it was so real, Mav. He was right there. I know now that I imagined him, but the fighter was right–... right there.”

“I understand, you don’t have to convince me,” he sighed, “I lost my RIO, Rooster’s father, Goose, when I was at Top Gun. He grew up without a dad because of me.” Your huff made him raise an eyebrow.

“Sorry, just something in common I guess… I didn’t have a dad growing up, either,” you shrugged and Maverick hesitated to speak.

“What do you know about him?” he ventured carefully.

“Just what my mom told me, which isn’t much: That he worked out here and he was some hot shot who was too good for kids,” you took a long drink while Maverick debated his next words.

“Do you believe that?”

You began fiddling with the label on the cold, brown bottle, turning his question over in your mind again and again.

“Not when I was a kid, no. I actually made him a father’s day card once, but that ended up in the trash… My mom promised to mail it to him and she threw it away instead,” your voice was sad and Pete’s heart broke at the confession.

You had made him a card?

“As an adult, however, I think it makes me angry. How could someone not care about a

child?” He nodded quietly.

I care, I just wasn’t told that you existed.

“So, if he walked through that door tomorrow, you wouldn’t forgive him?” he inquired, and you shook your head softly.

“No, I don’t think I would, Mav,” you whispered.

So that was it then, the final nail in the coffin. He couldn’t help the way his heart broke, and all he wanted to do was explain himself. But he knew if he dropped the bomb on her now, she might lose it.

Instead, he thanked her for the beer, and bid her goodnight.

*****

Little extra headcanon I came up with while writing this:

Hangman definitely gets Mayhem a little stuffed butterfly, which she names AA for the missing letters on Jake's helmet.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 years ago

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Welcome To Avengers Campus | Post No Way Home AU P.3 (Final)

Set after the events of SMNWH (contains spoilers)

Read Parts 1 & 2 | My Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Jacqueline Elizabeth Stark (OC), Tom!Peter Parker (platonic/*adopted son type relationship*), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic), Tobey!Peter Parker (platonic), Tony Stark (platonic/nephew), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend), Bucky Barnes (platonic/best friend), Howard Stark (platonic/brother), Natasha Romanoff (platonic/best friend). Wanda Maximoff (Platonic/mother—daughter like/sister relationship)

Stephen Strange (romantic pairing)—I think I’m gonna pair Jackie w/ Strange in this because I have another story idea with an OC that I think Bucky would be the better pairing for. For this, Bucky and Jackie are best friends.

Content warnings: references to Earth-616, mentions of violence and death. Profanity. Slight cannon divergence (Tony & Nat are alive /the Peters are trapped), Steve slander (sorry) | female oc | This is kinda long just warning you.

Premise: The Eagle is known for getting down to business, and a couple of alternate versions of her friendly neighborhood Spider-Man are no exception. After a tension filled introduction, Jackie Stark gets them situated in the new compound dubbed ‘Avengers Campus’ while her trusty master of Mystic Arts figures out how to get them home. Might as well make them feel at home, right? It was going to be a long road ahead of them.

Note: I plan to maybe make a full series following the timeline of the MCU where I will go full in depth with Jackies history with the Avengers. This is an alternate universe miniseries where the Tobey & Andrew’s peters get stuck in the MCU world. Make sure you read the other two parts to follow along and understand the significance Jackie has to Tom!Peter.

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Jackie Stark had the feeling there would be chaos dealing with three Peter Parkers. She already had headaches every now and then dealing with teenager she was accustomed with.

It was a average day at Avengers Campus with people in suits and lab coats on every corner. Jackie led the group consisting of the three Peters, Happy, Ned, and Mj out of her office after the introduction to show them around the compound. They piled into the elevator with Jackie pressing the bottom level.

“This building houses mainly offices where our meetings take place. It’s also where the team goes through when they want to change their status from active to inactive and vice versa,” Jackie explained, seeing how many of them were looking at the land from the windows of the glass elevator. “Banner has his lab on the fifth floor, as does Dr. Cho—I can take you by later today, but Banner is currently off site at the moment so I won’t have you roam around in there. Tony has his own lab that takes up the whole eighth floor. The tenth is strictly mine—with my office and lab side by side. You only saw the office part.”

“Can we see your lab?” Peter (3) asked with intrigue.

Jackie thought for a moment, before giving a nod. “I’ll take you guys there tomorrow at some point. After I finish up with Bucky and Sam.” The man was happy with that, already looking forward to seeing what magic lied within the lab.

He was a man of science after all so it’s no wonder that excited him.

A *ding* sounded, indicating they had reached the first floor. Jackie was the first to step out, hands in the pockets of her dress pants and head high. The group noticed how everyone who passed them had nodded to the woman, which she would respond in the same manner. “Good morning, Director Stark.” “Morning Dr. Molina.”

“Director Stark, Agent Ross from the CIA wants to know if you have an available moment to speak later today?” “Patch him to Tina and have her see if I have any openings either tonight or tomorrow—I’m a little occupied right now.”

“Director Stark, Sargent Barns and Captain Wilson have just informed intel they’ve completed their mission in Vienna and will be arriving back to the compound first thing tomorrow morning.” “Wonderful. Have Mr. Smith set up a meeting for debriefing and make sure all reports have been final.” “Right away, ma’am.”

There were more of these intersections as the group wandered through the halls and lobby until they were exiting the facility. Peter (1) had glanced at the monitor board with the Avengers and noticed his status was now labeled ‘inactive’ with his name in red. A pout had filled his face, although he wiped it away when he noticed Jackie caught him.

Her expression was enough to tell him, ‘we’ll discuss more later. For now, you’re under suspension.’ It didn’t stop the slight defeat he was feeling, although it was deserved for what he did. Peter ignored the sympathetic looks he was getting from his friends and even the other Peters.

The automatic doors opened, and Jackie tapped a few buttons on the tech watch she was wearing. Everyone—besides Happy—were quite stunned when the latest edition of a white Audi SUV strolled up to the roundabout and stopped right in front of the curb. Jackie said nothing, instead going to the drivers seat while Happy went to the passenger.

“Well, get in,” she raised her brow at the group, “We don’t have all day.”

In a rush, they all piled into the back with the two older Peters taking the far back and the teenagers in the middle row. After everyone was settled Jackie put the car in drive. The five were all looking at the scenery through the windows, watching cars pass by and quinjets land on the airstrip.

“Over here is the training facility,” Jackie pointed to a smaller building than the one they were just at. There was a group of people in formation doing laps around a small track beside it. The building was three stories compared to ten. “Air firing range is located on the third floor—a large gym takes up the second. Locker room is on the first and washroom. Behind is an obstacle course that new recruits are required to pass in a certain time limit.”

The passed the building but there was another similar sized one just up ahead on the opposite side. The only difference is this building had a large barbed wire fence surrounding it and there was a gate by the entrance. “This is where we house certain objects,” Jackie didn’t go into too much detail. “It’s strictly confidential and only certain members with clearance are allowed in.”

No one said anything as they passed the building. The drive came to and end about five minutes later when they reached another gated area that only had a few cars in its lot. It was a tall building with roughly nine floors and like the main facility this had the fancy ‘A’ painted on it’s side.

They guessed this was the east wing apartment complex for the Avengers. Jackie rolled up to the gate with her window down, where the armed agent standing in the cubicle just gave her a nod while saying, “Hello, Director Stark.” Jackie nodded back replying, “Morning Adams, just giving a tour to our guests.”

Adams looked through the window to see the packed car and waved a hand to let them pass, “Come on through.” Jackie gave a two finger salute, pushing back on the gas to send the car forward. They maneuvered through the lot, until Jackie pulled into a spot in the corner marked, ‘Director J. Stark,’ with her Eagle symbol below her name.

“Damn that’s cool,” Peter 3 mumbled under his breath, not realizing Jackie had heightened hearing and heard the man. There was a smirk on her face while putting the car in park.

“Alright gang, let me show you around to your quarters for the time being,” she announced, opening the drivers door and stepping out. They all followed, closing the doors behind them and Jackie locks it with the tap of her watch. She once again leads them in the front, letting the automatic doors open. “The only person here right now is Wanda—although Sam and Bucky will be arriving and will possibly stay a night or two.”

“So the Avengers don’t live here?” Peter 2 asks curiously.

Jackie shakes her head, “No they don’t. This was built similar to how it was when we had Avengers Tower in New York. Each floor has two or three large apartments that are spacious enough for the team. I’m the only one who has a permanent room since I’m on site the most. Everyone has their own residence elsewhere for when they are inactive—like Tony has the lake house where he lives with Pepper and Morgan, then T’Challa and Shuri stay in their home country of Wakanda. Really the team will stay whenever they are in between missions—Sam and Bucky will more than likely be back on the field in a few days so their rooms will be set up.”

They pass through the main lobby where Jackie points out the entrance to the pool located on the back side of the building, and the gym housed on the opposite end of the lobby. “First second has a lounge and library if you find yourself in need of a chill space to hang out.” There was a reception desk in the center and Jackie went behind it. She pressed a few buttons and scrimmaged around until there were four key cards in her hand.

“I’ll take you guys up to where you’re staying—maybe see if Wanda is here so you can meet her.”

“How is Wanda?” Peter (1) had a concerned look when asking the question. It had been a long time since he’s seen Wanda—the last time being at the final battle against Thanos. Although he wasn’t too in detail with the events that took place in Westview, judging by the conversation he overheard Jackie have with Ross indicated things weren’t too good for the Sokovian woman.

Jackie gave a small sigh, gesturing to the elevator for them to follow. “Better. She’s been doing much better being here—and maybe having you guys here will increase that because there hasn’t been anyone else staying for awhile. Well except for me,” she mumbled under breath, pressing the elevator to the ninth floor. “—Ross has been on my ass about everything. He doesn’t approve of her being out in the public even though he no longer has authority when it comes to the Avengers.”

“Why is that?” Peter 3 suddenly asked.

“After what happened with Thanos, the U.N realized their mistake with overseeing enhanced individuals. Ross wanted Rhodey to arrest the team members who were on the run at the time knowing there was a intergalactic threat on his way—and having the Avengers together would be the only way to stop him.” Jackies tone implied she was still at a cross with Ross for everything that happened. None of them blamed her.

“Anyway, when the world went to shit for five years and the population was restored the U.N knew it was time for a change. The Accords were useless—causing more problems than solutions and after weeks of deliberation they approved of my offer of having the Avengers an independent agency once again. I thought they’d make Fury director again, but they felt only someone with experience and was a enhanced being should be in charge. That’s how I took over.”

Mj gave her a smile, “And it was the right choice. The Avengers wouldn’t have happened had you and Erskine not created the super soldier serum.” The others voiced agreement making Jackie give a humbled shrug, though they could see the smile peeking in the corner of her lips.

“I’m just doing my best,” she chuckled. “And what I felt was best for Wanda was to have her comfortable in a place with her family. It’s been months now since what happened in Westview. Unfortunately everyone who’s been active has been unable to stay long and I’ve been so busy I feel she’s been left on her own. I’m hoping Clint and Nat will finish up the situation in New York so they can come visit.”

There was a *ding* and the elevator doors opened. Jackie exited first like usual and they all walked down to the middle of the corridor. There was one door on each side of the hall, although one had a plague which they assumed was Jackies apartment. At the end of the hall there was a corner turning into another hall so they wondered if there were another room located there.

Their questions were answered when Jackie pointed to the room with the plaque, “There’s my residence—if you need anything then feel free to stop by if I’m there. My A.I system here is I.S.S.A.C—,” Jackie couldn’t see because their back was toward them, but many were frowning at the name—remembering it was the name of her late son. “—I.S.S.A.C will let you know if I’m home if you ask. Also if there’s anything you’re in need of like food or necessities then tell I.S.S.A.C and he’ll make the order for reception to gather. He’s pretty much the one to go to while you’re staying here and is always available.”

“You have two A.I systems?” Ned wondered aloud, “That’s so cool.”

“Yup,” Jackie said with a pop on the ‘p’. “H.O.W.I.E is my originally system I designed when I first awoke. I developed I.S.S.A.C when we built this compound—reserving him for the team. He stands for ‘Intelligent Security System—Artificial Child.’”

Well that certainly pulled at their heart strings.

The Director changes the subject, pointing to the end of the hallway, “Wandas room is down that corner—we’ll see if she’s home in a little bit. I have the upper floors usually reserved—especially this one, for the ladies of the team then the lower levels for the guys. You boys will be located on the fifth floor since Bucky and Sam have the fourth. Mj,” the teens head perks up at the sound of her name to see Jackie looking directly at her. “—you’ll be here.”

Jackie takes the top key card in her hand and waves it front of the sensor. The red light turns green followed by a *buzz* sound and Jackie pushes the door open before stepping to the side. She gestures for them to enter first and she follows them behind. Everyone’s eyes went around the apartment in awe.

It was very spacious with white painted walls with dark wood detailing the floors. Beautiful hanging light fixtures were scattered on the ceiling and the living space had large glass walls overlooking the compound. East wing was located about seven minutes from the main facility, but it was still visible in the distance. It may have been a quicker drive, but Jackie wasn’t speeding so they were unable to tell.

The kitchen was right when you first walked in—located on the right with light marble countertops and steel appliances. There was a coffee maker and toaster along with several utensils and cooking supplies. The counter had a bar top with stools on the opposite side and a railing dividing it from the living room which was lower than the kitchen.

“Laundry room is through this door,” Jackie pointed to the door just to the left of where they kitchen was. “Let me show you the bedroom,” she walked into the living room, stepping down on the small steps from the kitchen—telling the others to watch their step, and turned to the left where a small hallway was.

They followed her to a room that was plain save for a few pictures of Upstate New York and the old Avengers Tower building. This room also had a window from ceiling to floor which had the rest of the compound visible to their eyes. The bed was mounted on the side, as was a large flat screen tv.

There was even a couch in the corner with a coffee table. A dresser was below the T.V and the group could see two doors on opposite ends of the room.

Jackie stepped in, waving a hand in front of her. “This is the bedroom, obviously. We keep east wing all the way out here so the sounds of planes and quinjets aren’t too loud for you guys. Plus this building is fully soundproof.” Jackie then points to the doors. “Bathroom is there. Everything you’ll need for the night is already stocked and you’ve got a walk in closet. I had reception make sure to get some clothes for all of you in your rooms. And don’t worry about paying for anything,” the director said in a serious tone, “Everything is on me.”

There were several voices of protest, especially from the Peters. “You don’t have to do that Ms. Stark—.” “Yeah t-that’s too much to ask.” “Jackie you can’t possibly—.”

“Enough,” they all went silent when she snapped her fingers. “You two—,” she pointed first at the older Peters, “are not from this world, so I doubt your credit cards would even work here if you have them.”

She had a point with that—smirking when their shoulders deflated.

Peter 1 was next, “You are without a home—and are my responsibility so I don’t want to hear anything from you.” Then Ned and Mj, “You two don’t have to worry about funds, okay? You’re my guests for however long—and you’re high schoolers getting ready for college.” Lastly Jackie looked at Happy, “And Happy you know you’re family. And you’re also without a home so stay as long as you need.”

The Director gave a playful roll of her eyes before ending it with, “I have more money than that guy who created—what was it? Microsoft? Yeah him. Point is, take advantage of it—you’re not hurting my bank account and this is the Avengers payroll you’re living off of.”

They left it at that, knowing there was no further part in arguing. When the Jackie Stark is telling you to do as you please—well you have no choice really.

“Anyway now that’s settled,” Jackie pushes aside so she could exit the room, “Let’s see if Wanda is in and then I’ll take you down to where you boys will be staying. It will look mostly similar to this, just the design might be a little different with each apartment.” She gave Mj the key card, instructing her to keep it in a safe place, so Mj tucked it in the plastic covering behind her visitors pass she was wearing around her neck.

Happy closed the door of the apartment behind him with a *click* while Jackie led the group down the corridor. They turned the corner and approached the dark colored door at the end.

Jackie lifted her fist, knocking a few times before calling out, “Wanda? Are you home—it’s Jackie and I have some people I’d like to introduce you to.” There was silence at first, before they could hear footsteps approaching.

A second later the door was opened, revealing the beautiful red headed Wanda Maximoff with a cup of tea in her hand. She was visibly surpsised to see them, but the group was met with a kind smile nonetheless—her eyes trailing over them before landing on Jackie. “Well hello,” they could hear the accent in her voice, “I wasn’t expecting any visitors today. Please come in.”

Wanda stepped to the side, opening the door of her apartment to let them all in. Jackie entered first and went straight to the living room so the others followed—each giving Wanda a smile as they passed her. Once everyone was in, Wanda closed the door and took a spot next to Jackie. The director was now able to get a good look at the woman—noticing she was in wearing a plain white t-shirt with a blue cardigan and jeans with hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Her eyes still looked tired, but not as sad as they had been months prior when she first arrived. Jackie smiled at her before lifting her hand out, “Wanda you remember Peter and Happy?”

“Yes,” she waved her free hand at the two. “It’s nice to see you both again.”

“Likewise, Wanda,” Happy nodded his head. Peter agreed, offering a small smile.

“These are Peters best friends from school,” Jackie points to the teenagers next to Peter, “Ned and Mj.” The teens gave a shy wave—still a little shock to be standing in the presence of the enhanced avenger.

“Hi.” “Hello.” They both say.

Wanda smiles at them, “Hello, nice to meet you two.”

Jackie then clears her throat, her hand moving to where the other Peters stood. “This is where things are probably going to get confusing,” she gave a small laugh, noticing how Wanda looked confused by the comment. “—but these two are also Peter Parker.”

The shock was visible on the redhead, her eyes flickering back and forth between the Peter she knew and the others. “I-I don’t understand,” she’s looked at Jackie for answers. “What do you mean they are Peter Parker? Y-you’re saying they are him?” Her finger points at the teenager who’s face was already turning red.

He knew this was going to be a common occurrence until Strange was able to get the two home.

“Yes,” Jackie leaned against the railing of the small staircase leading to the kitchen before explaining. “You saw all that shit on the news about what was happening in New York?” Wanda nodded. “—well our little spider friend was at the center of that.” That made Peter (1) blush even more.

Wanda mouth formed an ‘o’, “Is that why Strange wasn’t answering you?” There was a knowing look on Wandas face the others couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah,” Jackie made a disgruntled sigh, “Basically Peter asked Strange if he could cast a spell where the world would forget he was Spider-Man, because of what happened with Beck,” Jackie made sure to add so Wanda could get the picture, “spell went sideways as you can guess—instead people from within the multiverse who knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man were pulled here. And these two dudes—,” Jackie gestured her head to the two men, “—are Peter Parker who are Spider-Man in their universe.”

“I see,” Wanda said with intrigued eyes, “How come they’re still here though? I thought Strange was able to send everyone back.”

“He was able to reverse the effects of the original spell—and make things how they were before. Somehow though there was a flux in the system because these two were unable to be sent back. Strange doesn’t know what went wrong so he needs time to figure out.”

Jackie went silent when Wanda chuckled. Everyone looked confused when she gave Jackie a cheeky look while sipping her tea, “I know he’s in trouble whenever you call him Strange. Haven’t heard you call him that since before you two—.”

“Let’s not go there, Wanda,” Jackie cut her off, trying to avoid the blush rising to her cheeks. Wanda just shook her head, still chuckling. “But yes, I’m not too happy with him at the moment—but then again he was trapped,” her eyes went to young Peter, a slight glare in them, “in the mirror dimension so I shouldn’t be too harsh on him.”

Before Peter (1) or anyone could question on the matter what Wanda was talking about, her phone buzzed interrupting the conversation. Wanda picked up the phone to see what it was about and noticed Clint had gotten back to her about their conversation that morning. It made Wanda feel relief.

“That’s Clint,” she turned to Jackie, “He and I were talking earlier and it looks like him and Nat might be finishing up just in time for Christmas. Which he invited me to join him and his family for—is that okay?” Jackie could here the hesitance in Wandas voice. With everything going on and dealing with the aftermath of Westview, Jackie had encouraged Wanda to remain at the compound for her safety while she handles Ross.

One little holiday shouldn’t be trouble. And the director was more than happy to give her that.

Jackie smiled, seeing the hope in Wandas eyes when she nodded. “That’s completely fine with me. Go have fun and just let me know whenever you’ll be leaving and returning—Ross is still on my ass, but I told him earlier to go screw himself so hopefully soon you’ll be able to go live your life the way you want it. I don’t want you here forever, Wanda, you deserve to be free.”

Her words brought comfort and gratitude to Wanda. It had been a year full of hell and although Wanda had come to enjoy her time at Avengers campus, she was ready to get back in the field and use her powers for good.

She wanted to be the Avenger she knew she could be.

And with both Clint and Jackie there to support guide her, the Scarlet Witch felt she would reach her best and brightest potential. All there was needed was a little time and patience.

“I do like it here,” Wanda told her, glancing around the nice apartment she hand decorated to suit her personality, “It’s been a huge comfort—has felt like home while I’m here. It does get lonely during the day since you’re so busy and everyone is coming and going. But I’m grateful for everything you’ve given me, Jackie. I can never thank you enough for all that you’ve done to help me.”

“I’d do it again, Wanda. You know that,” the super soldier gently gave her a pat on the shoulder.

They talked for a few more minutes before Jackie motioned for the group to let Wanda get back to her day. Happy escorted them out the door and before leaving, Jackie gave her a hug while saying, “Join us for dinner tonight, alright?”

“Will Strange be there,” Wanda wiggled her eyebrows, causing Jackie to roll her eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ll give him a call, but when he gets focused on something it’s like everything else is nonexistent to him,” Jackie let out a small laugh, “I don’t know how the hell he and I have managed to work this long.”

“You know enemies to lovers is the best book troupe so I’m not surprised.”

“Dear God—you know how I am with that reference.” Wanda just laughed at Jackies cringe, even though the director knew the redhead was right. When you think of Doctor Strange and Jackie Stark together, you think of a them getting along like a house on fire.

But somehow something bloomed between them in the weeks after Thanos. Although they still get on each others nerves here and there.

Wanda followed Jackie to the door, saying one last goodbye before closing it and the director took them all to the fifth level where the Peters and Ned would be staying. Their rooms were directly across from each other so they went to the one where Peter 2 & 3 would stay first—Jackie given them each a key card.

Peter 1 and Ned received their cards after they saw their room. Both of apartments for the guys were doubled with a private bed and bathroom on opposite sides of the place to give them privacy. It was similar to the one Mj was staying in, just slightly bigger since it was meant for two people per room.

Lastly they went to the third floor where Happy was to be housed until he could get himself a new residence. He had the corner apartment of the floor and was directly above the lounge so if he took the stairs that were just down the hall he would easily enter it.

As they made their way down to the lobby Jackie said to them, “When y’all want to or are needed to go to the other buildings make sure to tell I.S.S.A.C. He’ll send a car down and a driver will take you there, just make sure you have your passes. Tina informed you all that you can’t go into certain places without clearance—but if you’re with me then you’ll have access.”

They exited the east wing building, Jackie tapping on her watch to start her car. “Where are we going now, Director Stark?” Ned asked as they approached the car.

She replied as they piled in. “We’ll go to the training facility so you guys can look around before we go back to the main building on the west side of campus. Then I’ll show you my lab—maybe Tonys and Banners, then we’ll see what time it is before we can all have dinner and let you all get settled for the night.”

It took a few hours for them to get through everything Jackie mentioned. They started in the training facility since it was the closest and spent about an hour going through the floors and areas. The three Peters ended up having a race through the obstacle course after Peter 3 challenged the other two.

Peter 2 came out on top—although they were very close together.

Jackie showed off her shooting ability. It was quite impressive to the group seeing she never missed a target. After finishing up with one last look at the track, they headed back to the main building. It was clearer than it was in the morning. Employees were finishing up for the day and taking their leave.

The first stop was the fifth floor. Banners lab was located there and Jackie had them walk through the hallways where they could see into the lab through it’s glass covered surroundings. It was very spacious and on the opposite side was another which was Dr. Cho’s. “If Banner is here while you all are then maybe he’ll let you have a better look. Tonys though I’ll let you roam a bit—just don’t touch anything.”

In Tonys lab the group was in awe. Happy stayed beside Jackie since he had been in there before and the two talked a bit while the others maneuvered around. They were careful not to touch or run into anything. Dum-E had reacted when they got close—which made everyone save for Peter 1 to jump back at the machine.

“Hey, Dum-E!” It made a sound like it was happy at the greeting, swinging it’s one arm side to side.

Tonys lab was on the eight floor and they were going by the levels while touring so on the ninth they saw mostly offices and lounges. There were still some people there so Jackie had some tell the group about their job and what they did. It was cool to see how natural Jackie was when it came to being an agency director. She was very hands on and welcoming with the agents and staff. They noticed how easily it was for them to approach her—unlike most bosses who their employees are too intimidated to approach.

Don’t get them wrong, Jackie Stark was very intimidating. Her glare could cut through vibranium and she wasn’t afraid to voice her thoughts.

But Jackie made people feel at ease. Yes she had laid into Peter 1 earlier in the day, but she had every reason to. Then once she had finished the matter at hand she was comforting. It’s what made her a great leader.

It’s what made her an Avenger.

“Well the last thing you all have to see is my lab,” she beamed when they finished up the ninth floor. “Then we can see what to do from there.”

Excitement filled Peter 3. He had been looking forward to see her lab since the minute she mentioned it. The only other thing he wished to see other than that was Jackie flying with her wings.

Yeah, he was becoming a fanboy.

They entered the elevator once more and waited only a few seconds before they reached the tenth floor. There was only one corridor leading to Jackies office, so it was safe for them to assume they had to go through the room to get to the lab. Jackie hit the code to her office door, it opening with a *buzz* and they walked straight down the middle past the stair class where the glass compartment was.

There was a small kitchenette in the back with also a mini bar, but what caught their eye was another golden door similar to the office door. “I like to keep things hidden from prying eyes,” Jackie winked, her fingers tapping on a keypad mounted to the wall. She entered another four-digit code waiting for it to *buzz* and the door slide open revealing the very large and heavily equipped lab.

The bright LED lights flickered on causing a very luminescent glow to fill the space. It looked a little empty in some areas, but mostly because it would be where H.O.W.I.E would showcase projections. It made the science nerd in the Peters to jump out—eyes in absolute awe. They thought the office was a sight for sore eyes—well Jackies lab may have taken the cake on this one.

The group scattered, except Happy who took a seat on one of the couches while Jackie stood over the railing overlooking the lower deck. She had a smile on her face while watching the teenagers and alternate Peters admire the tech and equipment like children in candy stores.

“Wait so Tony created a whole new element when he made his arc reactor?”

“Yeah—otherwise he would’ve died because the original one was poisoning him.”

“That’s cool as fuck.”

“Language, Peter.”

“You think if I ask Jackie to let me fly her wings she would?”

“Ned, you’re still learning how to close portals. I think flying should wait a bit.”

Jackie was in fits of silent giggles hearing them talk. The enhanced hearing was both a blessing and a curse at times. Her phone beeped moments later capturing her attention. When she turned on the screen, a new message from Strange was there reading, ‘Are you in your office?’

Smirking because she knew it what it meant, Jackie replied, ‘My lab.’

A second later there was a bright orange portal glowing next to her before Stranges figure emerged. The man looked exhausted, which only made Jackie feel a little sympathy—but at the same time she felt it was fitting given he had gotten himself in the mess after all.

“Rough day, magic man?”

Strange turned to face her, a sigh falling from his lips as the portal closed behind him. His hair was greasy and bags were under his eyes. Not too mention he was in need of a shave. “I’m not getting anywhere with getting them home,” he gestured to the Peters who were too occupied with watching footage from H.O.W.I.E.’s projection to notice Strange was there. “I need Wong—but he’s busy with those rings. Maybe Wanda could lend me a hand if I talk to her.”

“Well she is here, you know,” Jackie put her phone back in her pocket. She stepped closer to Strange, having one hand on the railing while the other was on her hip. “Leave it to her to fix your mess, huh?”

Strange could tell she was teasing him, but at the same time there was a hint of disappointment given the situation as a whole. He never told her when Peter first came to him and did the original spell. When the villains from other worlds started to show up he kept it again from Jackie.

The reason was because he was aware of all the stuff she was dealing with and didn’t need her occupied with something else. Stephen thought he could handle it, but then Peter trapped him in the mirror dimension and he was hanging over the Grand Canyon for nearly a day. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t almost shit his pants when he saw nearly thirty missed calls from Jackie Stark.

He wished more than ever he had the time stone after that.

“I’m sorry, Jackie,” Stephen said with a genuine apologetic tone. “I should’ve told you when Peter first showed up to me and I did the spell. I should have definitely told you then when the those guys showed up. I-I just thought it would be better for you not to be involved—you had so much going on here and with Secretary Ross, I didn’t want you stressed about anything else.”

Jackie stayed silent, which made him a little anxious but it was filled with relief when she softly smiled. Raising her head she left a small kiss to Stephens cheek. When she pulled away, she gave him a knowing look, “You better make it up to me, Strange.” That made his heart skip a beat, as did the smirk Jackie was giving him.

The sorcerer knew he was in trouble when she called him by his last name.

“I will,” he replied, leaning down to press his lips to her soft ones. An action that resulted in multiple gasps to fill the room and they pulled away quickly.

They snapped their heads to the lower level of the lab where the group had migrated toward, but were still able to see them. All eyes were on the couple—mostly surprised to see what they’d just witnessed. But no one was more shocked than the young Peter Parker.

His jaw was nearly on the floor. “You two are together?!” He screeched, dread filling him. It was his fault Strange was in the mirror dimension, and suddenly he realized why Jackie had been so angry when she mentioned it earlier. Then Wandas words echoed in his head and it all made sense. “When did this happen?! And Stephen why didn’t you tell me?”

Both Jackie and Stephen were slightly flustered, but Jackie was the first to brush it off. She looked at the man beside her, biting her lip while she let out a nervous chuckle “Umm, six months—i think?”

“Seems about right,” the doctor confirmed, scratching his beard.

“We’ve wanted to keep it under under wraps,” Jackie explained to the group, “The public doesn’t know—which we want to keep that way, but the other Avengers who’ve been here recently know. Happy and Tony do—which you two need to seriously get over the feud you have.” Jackie brings a hand to her temple, rubbing slightly, “God, one large ego is enough, but to have both of you in the same room is mentally draining.”

Stephen scoffs, “The day him and I are able to have a civilized conversation is the day the universe will finally at peace.” Jackie then changes her expression, involving her batting her eyelashes as she steps closer with a small pout.

“You won’t even try for me?”

She knew what she was doing. The man was weak in the knees whenever she looked at him like that. “Ugh,” he sighed, “Fine. I will try—for you. But if he continues then—.”

“I get it—it’s a lost cause.”

Peter (1) just shook his head, in disbelief by it all. The boy glances to the floor, bringing a hand to his forehead, “Oh my God—I-I fought Jackie Starks boyfriend. And I won.”

The director could not stop the laugh from escaping at Stephens offended look. It was enough to bring a tear to her eye. “Ooo—,” she wiped the tear, ignoring Stephens glare, “Oh, I’m sorry honey but that was too funny.”

“It wasn’t for me,” he mumbled, but his glare goes away when she gives him another kiss.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered against his lips, followed by a wink. Stephen felt his heart skip again—gulping by the look Jackie’s eye. Luckily no one heard or saw the display, otherwise Stephen would’ve been red as as tomato.

The sun was starting to set on the horizon. Jackie checked her watch to see it was nearing six o’clock so it was a good time for them to wrap up their night. She instructed H.O.W.I.E to have Wanda sent over to the main compound and order some pizza for them all before calling for the group to head back into her office.

When Wanda and the pizza arrived, they all settled around the lounge area of the office. Jackie and Stephen took a seat on one of the couches while the Wanda conversed with Happy and Peter 2 at the kitchen countertop. The teens and Peter 3 had all sat at one of the high top tables talking amongst each other.

It was an overall pleasant mood to end the day. Jackie nursed a glass of champagne while Stephen had brandy. Her head was laid against his shoulder while his arm was around her and draped on the back of the couch. It was a nice feeling—and both finally felt some sense of relaxation.

“We’ll get though this, magic man,” Jackie leaned into him, smiling when he let his finger brush through one of her curls. “You always find a way—and you have Wanda here to help. We can maybe call Wong tomorrow and see if he can put his ring business on hold for a bit.”

Stephen kissed her temple, “I know. We just need time, but it will work out in the end.” His eyes trailed over to the remaining visitors from other worlds, shaking his head slightly at the reality of the last few days. “It’s going to be so weird having them here for the time being. One Spider-Man is one thing, but three?” His tone had Jackie laugh, making the sorcerer beam down at her. They shared one last sweet kiss before Jackie snuggled into his arms.

“Welcome to Avengers Campus, babe. You know there’s never a dull moment in this place.”

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Alrighty, back again for part 2 of the haikyuu dads brainrot featuring Osamu! 😊

Contains unreasonable use of emojis and swear words, osamu appreciation and atsumu slander

So in this version, YOU are the step-parent. But how did this happen?🤔 Well it all starts when a man loves a wo- I'm just joking. Long story short, Osamu has a daughter and the mother is not in the picture, which means that its time to go bag yourself a dilf 😏.

Picture this. You have recently arrived in Japan from overseas and you don't really know many people here so you're a bit lonely. But never fear yn! Food cures everything! 🤗 One Google search later and you've got yourself the address of a nearby Onigiri shop (gee, I wonder where this could be going 🙄). Go forth to stave of the oncoming depression with yummy snacks! So it's raining, because of course it is, and you are walking your way down the street when you nearly run right into a small child.

There is a little girl sitting on the side of the road, holding a jar up to the sky and watching it fill with water. Hello small child "Are you okay😮? What are you doing🤨? Where are your parents😨?" Good questions, no normal child is sitting on their own in the middle of a storm collecting rain, especially on the side of the road. Thankfully this small child does not appear to be a demon in disguise. "Oh I'm collecting rainwater for my potion!"😊 shes a witch yn, start running also this is absolutely not based off something that i did as a child shut up

Well thats one question answered i suppose. "Where's your mom?" (its you yn, you're her mom now) "Oh I don't have one of those" You: 😬 "Whose taking care of you then?" She smiles at you. "Oh yeah, my uncle Atsumu! (😐) Dad asked him to take care of the shop and keep an eye on me while he ran some errands" (atsumu what the fuck, do your job right for once🙄). She gestures towards a storefront nearby and low and behold, it is the famous Onigiri Miya which you had set out to find. But by now, you have forgotton about your onigiri. You, in the few minutes you have known this girl, have bonded with this girl and you are about to go and find this 'Atsumu' person and give him a piece of your mind for not taking care of his niece.🤬🤬🤬

Holding her jar of rainwater in one hand and her left hand in the other you walk into that store ready to pull up and beat a person up. Unfortunately you're too late for that. A tall blonde haired guy is curled up against the wall crying as an almost identical, yet somehow infinitely more attractive man is hitting him with a broom.

(this is what it looks like in my mind)

"SAMU I SWEAR I ONLY TOOK MY EYES OFF HER FOR A SECOND" "YEAH?! WELL-" "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TWO IS ATSUMU?"😡 The beating ceases as you square up preparing to fight whoever you need to to protect your (yes thats right your, you've already planned on signing the adoption paperwork😏) child. She peaks out from behind you legs and points at the blonde bitch. "Alrightly, ATSUMU, listen to me now. WHAT KIND OF IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOT DO YOU NEED TO BE TO LET YOUR NIECE OUT OF YOUR SIGHT? SHE WAS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD WHEN I FOUND HER, WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED! I'M GONNA-" (channel that inner mother bear instinct and fight him🤬) You finally finish your tirade and begin turn to go, still holding onto osamu's your child's hand (fairly sure that could be kidnapping).

"Do you need a husband?" (yes😳) Cue your head whipping around to look at the other guy who just blurted that out. He really took one look at you screaming at his brother and protecting his daughter and said yes 😊, I want that. Now we all know that timeskip Osamu is a fine man who deserves to be appreciated, so you are genuinely considering this offer as you let go of Osamu's daughter who runs over to hug her father. Atsumu and you awkwardly stare at each other while they reunite and snuggle. After the hugs are over (i wanted one too but fine 🙄) Osamu offers you some onigiri on the house, so casually you'd almost forget he just proposed marriage. You accept of course and after a few more dirty glares at Atsumu and a promise to return soon, you go on your way, heart a bit brighter then it had been before. (damn really? sappy shit?)

This was way too long im sorry not really

I can't even with these 😭 please the little girl collecting rainwater is so wholesome 🥺 and beating Atsumu 🥰🥰🥰 it gives me butterflies! You seriously nailed Osamu! He'd be such an amazing dad and husband. Atsumu gives such uncle energy I can't 🥲 and that fact that Osamu beat him with a broom 😫😫😫😫

Pls the sweating and use of emoji's ✋️ I deeply appreciate all of this!!

Would you happen to have anymore 👀👀 because I'm kind of addicted to these right now!

#my lovely bbys #resident meme maker #HQ characters as parents #these are my life source

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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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Oh and Hello to you today you fine and brilliantly skilled author who I have came to love and adore, you see I know I’d already recently requested something from you but I had a taste of your absolutely amazingly fine talent and just had to come back for more

Ya see, this person here (hem hem, me) would like to ask if she could request something dealing with Young Remus Lupin Remmy Boi being a sweet older brother during the summer to his adoptive sister who is almost his age and very gay and him letting her hang out with him and the Mauraders because her friends were douchbags and skippy skip to Remus letting her rant about it while they sit in his bed, her head in his lap while she’s curled up in a ball and he’s half-heartedly reading while talking to her about her douche-bag friends before he cuddles his sis to his chest and lets her sleep in his bed that night

Anywho, sorry for annoyin you again but I’ve had a shit day and wanted to relax with one of my fav authors and a cuppa tea

baby i was so excited to write this, my internal message to homophobes lies within this one shot. y/n’s vent gave me very “gia ranting her her friends about being bi and it should be nobodies business”

my little sister

brother!remus lupin x fem!reader, girlfriend!marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

warnings: homophobia, mentions of slurs, mentions of conversion camp, angst? but not rly, fluffy remus, WOLFSTAR💋, swearing, jokingly mentions of murder, big brother energy from remus, um mentions of penises and masterbating😭, lowkey ravenclaw slander (ONLY MALES I PROMISE) and y/n being a baddie

word count: 1.3k

you were.... happy. yes, not in a sarcastic way. you had finally found a girl that didn’t just want to be your friend, or hate crime you. you found a girl that you wanted to kiss, a girl you wanted to love and girl that reciprocated that love. but unfortunately for you, your love choices had consequences and everyone else thought it was there business, commenting on it.

“𝗼𝗶, 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻! 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 ��𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”

“𝗰’𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”

“𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝘆/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹.”

“𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶’𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”

so to society, you weren’t normal. the worst part was you weren’t always the one hearing it, the girls in your dorm heard it, your brother heard about it and his best friends also happen to hear about it. that also never happened to stop them from shooting a hex or 20 in someone’s direction but, nonetheless, you “weren’t normal.”

you were sitting in the library studying next to your gorgeous girlfriend, marlene mckinnon. oh did something as innocent as studying get flipped into so much more, both of you working on mcgonagalls transfiguration homework. all fine and well until the 7th year ravenclaws decided to crawl up your butt and die.

“i see you two haven’t been sent away yet.”

“aw well if it isn’t the two girls who think they’re in love.”

“the two fa-“

one of the boys didn’t even get to finish his sentence before your wand was pinned against his neck, and suddenly he was speechless.

“‘m gonna say this as delicately as possible to spare your shit feelings but, before you finish your very derogatory sentence i would love for you to reconsider your words.” you started, “i personally think it’s hilarious that you gits are so bothered by whomst m’intimate with.”

“for being known as the smart house, you 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 are so bloody stupid. i could rip out my own brain and give it to you and it still wouldn’t be enough for you to learn how to mind your damn business.” you said firmly, “your 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗸 has sunken into the air, so me and my girlfriend are going to get going.”

you took your wand away from his neck before the 3 boys scrambled to the other side of the library, in fear. you gathered both you, and marlene’s things before slinging your bags over your shoulder and walking out of the library. before you could turn the corner, her other arm gripped your arm putting you both to a halt.

you turned towards her beet red face, and eyes shining in adoration. “dude, i think that was the hottest thing you have ever done.” she said before pulling you into a lip lock outside of the library. would you have been very nervous in any other situation?absolutely. i mean you were kissing a female, in public, at school, in 1975. but in this moment you couldn’t care less about anything or anyone, just the beautiful girl that you were besotted with kissing you right now.

“good.” you giggled as you pulled away before pulling her arm in the direction of one of the hidden corridors.

the next time you found yourself diminished over your sexuality, you went to people who you genuinely felt safe and comfortable with. you burst through the marauders dorm, forgetting to knock but quickly covering your eyes.

“i really hope none of you are masterbating right now, because i’m sure as not in the mood to see a penis.”

“c’mon mini-moony, you’re literally never in the mood to see a penis.” sirius replied, you uncovered your eyes and saw sirius walk over to remus’ bed and put his head on remus’ shoulder, and a light blush covered both of there faces. james on the other hand was on the floor writing lily, one of the only other people who supported you, another love letter.

“ok so let me start, sirius and remus please splash some cold water on your face. james, get off your arse and actually be a normal person and try and have a normal conversation with lily because i assure you she doesn’t even read those letters. and the grand finale, if i get called 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 one more damn time necks will be broken and body parts and fluids will scatter on the floor.” you huffed, and sat at end of remus’ bed nonchalantly.

at the part of your mini-monologue where you mentioned being called a slur, james and sirius happened to jump from where they were, surrounding you with questions. “who called you that?!” “i need names, now, mini-moony.” meanwhile remus aggressively grabbed his wand and made a bee-line to the door. “OI! BROTHER OF MINE.” remus stopped at the sound of your voice and turned around, his grip on the wand leaving his knuckles a shade of white. “sit. now.” he scoffed before sitting on the bed staring straight at you.

you debated for a moment, before looking at remus. “lucius malfoy and his toerag puppy dog, evan rosier.” you shrugged before all of them made a run at the door, messily grabbing their wands stomping down the stairs leading to the common room.

as fifth year came to an end, summer eventually came to a start. as you were unpacking your trunk and putting your clothes in there rightful spots in your dresser before you heard a knock at the door. “come in!”

remus opened the door, leaning against the frame. “hey, you okay?” he knew it was a stupid question to ask, but ever since you came into his family he felt a sense of protectiveness over you. he would always look at you like a little girl who needed her laces double knotted because she would trip on them, and how she needed to climb on furniture to grab something and especially when his little sister wasn’t his little sister anymore and became and illegal animagus for him.

“having your picture with nice little names on them, i’m brilliant.” you said sarcastically before sitting on your bed and remus following your lead. he leaned his back against the headboard as you threw your head on his lap, curling yourself to make yourself as tiny as possible. “i mean why the hell does anyone care anyways? it’s not like i’m intervening in there lives, i’m not killing anyone? it works the exact same except it’s a girl and not a boy. i just don’t understand why everyone thinks they should have an opinion on something that isn’t there business to start with.” you vented as he rubbed your back, while reading. “i mean, i understand.” you looked at him with a raised brow, “sirius?” he sheepishly looked up from his book and nodded before looking down at his book again and blushing.

“please, i could spot that from a mile away. i mean you aren’t exactly subtle, at the mere touch you both look like you got out of a sauna.” you said, matter of fact like and pointing your finger in the air sassily, “at least lily and james don’t care.” he mumbled trying to make you and him feel better. “everyone shouldn’t care, but then again everyone else in this universe is also a pest.” you sighed, as he continued reading but not before speaking.

“people are stupid.”

“you’re right, people are stupid.”

“but you know what makes us feel better?”

“what?”

“chocolate.”

“wow remus, it’s almost like i had no idea.”

“well i’m always right, so suck it up and take it.” he said shoving a chocolate bar in your face.

“i mean you could always have a sleepover with me where we eat chocolate and laugh at bad movies?” he said before looking down at you.

“remus, first yes, second how the hell does sirius put up with your ‘know-it-all-ness’?” you looked at him smirking, clearly he didn’t like that and he closed his book smacking it against your head.

“𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀!”

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clonemando · 4 years ago

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If you give a Plo a Trooper 2/?

He might just want some more. Plo Koon decides that he can't just leave Boba to rot in prison after the number of times the child has been failed by the Republic and Jedi order already. Especially after Wolffe comes to him with some new information.

Fox shows up to share some snacks and start some chaos before Wolffe can collect their tinier batchmate to meet his new crew.

This is Chapter 2, find Chapter 1 here or read on AO3 here

Boba looked up and sneered at Fox as he entered the holding cell. “What do you want?” He asked bitterly. He wasn’t his brother. Maybe, at one time, Boba thought he was. But he had abandoned him just like all the others. He should have listened to his dad when he had tried to tell him that the clones weren’t family. Then it wouldn’t hurt so badly to see them and wish they were.

“Kid-” Fox started and Boba growled.

“I’m older than you! 5 whole minutes! Don’t you ‘kid’ me!” He shouted and Fox snorted and sat down leaning back against the wall.

“So then I should just eat these cookies myself then? I was going to share but since you’re so much older …You clearly don’t need little kid snacks anymore.” Fox said pulling the hidden pack of cookies he had smuggled in out of a pocket and Boba blinked before narrowing his eyes.

“Fine. Give me a damn cookie and ask your questions… If they have raisins then I’m going to choke and you’ll be decommissioned though.” Boba huffed and flopped on the floor next to him letting Fox hand him a cookie.

“Of course. I’m not Kote, I don’t eat garbage. They’re the ones with the spicy chocolate bits.” He said grinning as he set his helmet aside and the pair just nibbled their cookies in silence for a few minutes.

“What happened Boba? Why did you do it?” He finally asked and Boba looked down.

“No one was supposed to get hurt but Windu. He took everything from me. I didn’t have anyone to go to. After I got off Geonosis I didn’t know where to go so I went to one of the places dad used to meet up with people. Aurra was there and she promised to help me kill Windu if I let her use dad’s ship. I just wanted to… I didn’t know what else to do. At least if Windu was dead I’d feel better.” He said breaking off a piece of cookie and stuffing it in his mouth.

“Maybe you would. Maybe you’d still feel exactly the same. You know it. That’s why you refused to kill Ponds. You didn’t kill any of the brothers directly. You sabotaged the ship but it was Aurra who killed them. Why did you plead guilty?” He asked and Boba shrugged.

“They’re still dead and I still took part. Dad would have wanted me to do the honorable thing. It doesn’t matter anyway. Even if I didn’t go to jail, I have nowhere to go. Now I don’t even have his armor or ship.” Boba said glaring at his hands.

“Well… I actually came in here for a reason besides buttering you up with cookies.” Fox told him and Boba rolled his eyes.

“I figured.”

“Wolffe is being granted custody of you. Well not Wolffe exactly, his general, but you’ll be Wolffe’s responsibility to watch.” He said and Boba’s eyes widened.

“What?” He asked not believing that.

“I don’t waste time with jokes, you know that. You know the Jedi that brought you in? His name is Master Plo Koon. He’s Wolffe’s general. He’s currently arguing your case to get you transferred to his care. Which means you’ll be heading out with the 104th in a few hours if I’m right. Which I always am.” Fox said and Boba’s scowl returned.

“What does he want me for? My blood?” He asked and Fox rolled his eyes.

“I have heard rumors that he drinks the blood of the troopers in his battalion…” He said enjoying the look of horror on Boba’s face before he heard a growl from nearby.

“You slander my General’s name again and I’ll beat your ass, Fox.” Wolffe’s grumble came from outside the force field to the cell making Fox laugh.

“Oh come on Vod, I was having a little fun. Boba is a twerp and he deserves it.” He said yelping as Boba snatched the baggy of cookies from him while he was distracted.

“Hey! Give those back Runt!” He huffed but Wolffe was let in before he could tackle their smaller brother.

“You’re not even supposed to be here Fox. Consorting with prisoners is against Regs,” Wolffe said and Fox bumped their pauldrons together.

“He’s not a prisoner anymore, is he?” Fox countered smoothly and Wolffe walked over to Boba.

“Come on pipsqueak. We’ve gotten new orders so we don’t have time to hang around. I’m guessing Fox filled you in on the details?”

“That your Jedi wants me for something and is buying me before they can put me in jail so I need to listen to you? Yeah, I’ve been informed.” Boba huffed.

“More like he’s adopting you because he sees you like a feral little tooka and got attached. Either way, you’re coming with me and if you so much as look at Plo with a thought of hurting him- I’ll shoot you myself. That better be clear. He’s doing you a huge favor because he has a good heart. You better appreciate it” Wolffe warned and Boba gave a stiff nod.

“I get it… So is it a thing like Kote where you’re sleeping with him or more like Rex and it’s a vod thing?” Boba asked causing Fox to miss his step on the stairs they had come up to and go tumbling down them before landing on his ass but he was too busy laughing to even be embarrassed. Wolffe was already debating leaving Boba there. But at least someone was getting Fox to smile for once.

“They call him General Buir behind his back. Com me when you have blackmail worth sharing. I pay well for the right stuff.” Fox said as he picked himself up and Boba grinned.

“We have a deal.” He said and Wolffe narrowed his eyes at Fox. If he wanted a fight, he was going to get one.

“Plo knows how to make uj'alayi, give me what dirt you have on Fox and I’ll have him make us some for dessert on the ship.” Wolffe countered and Boba hummed.

“Maybe this jetti won’t be so bad after all.” He said and Wolffe ignored Fox’s rude gesture leading Boba out of the room with an arm around his brother’s shoulders.

“He’s the best of them all. You’ll see.” He promised certain if anyone could change Boba’s views on the Jedi, it would be his General.

#Star Wars #sw tcw #Plo Koon #Boba Fett #commander wolffe #Commander Fox #fanfic #Chapter 2

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sheisbeautyweareworldass · 4 years ago

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📝 fic dedicated to the only and one, my girl @littlx-songbxrd, as part of my 300 followers celebration. just finished writing this one, hope you enjoy it 💞✨

Synopsis: Charles believes he can make Alastair change his mind; Alastair is having none of it.

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Alastair stood up as soon as the Enclave meeting ended. He made his way to the door as fast as he could, knowing very well what would happen if he weren’t one of the first to leave, but having sat down at the end of the room, it was rather difficult to reach the door without running over some elderly Shadowhunters. Mrs. Bridgestock had just disappeared into the hall when he realized the room was pretty much empty. He tried to rush his steps but it was no use – he’d been seen.

“Alastair, wait!” Charles cried out. His hand was holding Alastair’s elbow and he seemed oblivious to the discomfort he was causing on the other man. “I just want to talk with you.”

“Any conversation where you have to hold the person you’re talking against their will is a conversation you shouldn’t be having, Charles.” Alastair’s voice sounded monotone to anyone who didn’t know him well, but the sharp tone made it clear how annoyed he was.

Charles let go of his arm quickly as if he’d been burnt. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to run away.” The corner of his mouth uplifted unpleasantly. “You seem to have the habit of running away or hiding behind your sister's skirt every time I'm around.”

Alastair raised one of his eyebrows. “I have no wish or need to talk with you, Charles. If you think of me as a coward for avoiding you, do it. I see it as me sparing myself from being in the same room as you.” He crossed his arms – Alastair was already annoyed from spending the day in his father’s presence, the last thing he needed was to finish his day with a longer-than-5-minutes interaction with Charles. “Besides, I already said everything I wanted to you.”

The redhead raised his voice slightly. “You might have done it, but I didn’t.”

Alastair took a breath - he wished Cordelia was with him, not because he needed her there, but because desperately wanted someone to roll eyes with. He looked at Charles, who had placed himself right between Alastair and the door. He was blocking his way out. The fastest way to leave the room was listening to whatever the other man had to say.

“Very well, I'm listening,” he nodded, “but make it quick.”

“You should rethink your decision, Alastair.” Charles’ voice adopted a soft, gentle tone – the kind of tone that could make Alastair’s mind travel back to their first months together. He ignored the pang on his heart caused by the memories. “I understand you were angry and frustrated with last months’ events. I mean - my engagement with Grace, and Cordelia’s health, not to mention the situation with your parents... You were obviously under too much stress.” Charles smiled. “But everything is better now, isn’t it?”

Alastair’s only response was narrowing his eyes.

“You must’ve realized, by now, that what you asked from me was inconceivable,” Charles continued.

“What I asked from you?” Alastair’s voice was dismissive. “It was you, Charles, who asked too much from me. Every time I talked about my desires, my plans, and my ambitions, you were the one asking me to be rational about what it.” He let out a humorless laugh. “Asking me to not be naïve or delusional, asking me to focus on other things - because you knew that if I paid attention to the things I wanted for myself, you wouldn’t be a part of my life anymore.”

“And now you’re the one asking me to give up on my ambitions and plans! How is that fair, Alastair?!” Charles exclaimed. His face was acquiring an ugly shade of red.

“I’m not asking anything from you, not anymore.” He eyed the man before him, His feelings weren’t the same as months ago, but he still hated arguing against him. Especially when “arguing” included to say the same thing, over and over again. “I respect your choice to live in the way it pleases you, Charles, and I don’t judge you for it. But that’s not the way I wish to live and I will not stand by anyone dictating how I should proceed.”

If Charles was the more perceptive kind – or if he had used some of their time together to learn the meaning behind Alastair’s body language and facial expressions – he would’ve already realized that the discussion was useless. However, Charles was Charles, so he remained clueless to the other man’s resolution.

“Alright.” His voice now sounded scornful. “But you surely must see why this is so confusing to me.” Charles glanced around the room as if to make sure that there was no one else and lowered his voice. “At one week you say you lo- what you felt for me, and at the next one you say you don’t want to see me anymore.” He raised his chin, adopting an even more arrogant posture. “It’s... fishy, how fast your feelings seem to have changed.”

Alastair raised his eyebrows so high that they almost met his hairline. “Are you calling me a liar, Charles?”

“No! I have no intention of slander your honor by calling you a liar, Alastair.” Charles smiled patronizingly. “It’s just that you’re not an inconstant man and the way your emotions seem to have shifted raise some doubts about the truth behind them, that’s all.”

The dark-haired man snorted. “I didn’t think I would have to explain the basic concept behind self-preservation to you, Charles.” Alastair stepped closer and raised his voice a ton higher. “I never lied to you, and certainly not about my feelings, whatever they were at the time. You love yourself above all other things, Charles, I merely decided to love myself above you.”

“Do you really mean it, then? Do you really wish for what we had to come to an end? After everything we went through, you cannot even think about coming back to me?” He sounded desperate now, a bit lost, like if only now realization was hitting him. If Alastair didn’t know him well, he could’ve felt sorry for the man.

“What we had, Charles, was an illusion. What we went through were secret encounters late into the night after you’d returned from dinner with your fiancée's family.” Alastair met the other man’s eyes with determination, making sure that every word spoken was listened to by him. “So, to answer your question: no, I cannot even think about it. Look around, Charles” he opened his arms wide, “we’re in a room alone, you’re trying to win back, and not even then you can say you love me, can you?” Alastair’s smile was painful and knowingly. “No, Charles. I won’t come back to you. And now I ask - in the name of what we had, that now seems to be valuable to you – for you to leave alone, once and for all.” He gestured to the blocked door. “Inconvenience is not a good look on the future Consul.”

The older man opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by the sound of steps in the hallway. Cordelia emerged, looking worried; her mouth turned into a thin line once she took notice of who was with her brother.

“Is something happening here?” She asked.

“No,” Alastair crossed the room, without looking at Charles’ direction, to join his sister at the door. “Not anymore.”

“Oh,” Cordelia raised one eyebrow. “Did Charles finally comprehend the meaning behind you not replying to his letters and not welcoming him at our house? We should celebrate!” She exclaimed locking her arms on Alastair’s and smirking at the redhead man.

Charles' face grew with lividness. “Maybe if addressed your superiors with more respect you wouldn’t so often be caught in controversial situations, Cordelia.”

Before she could say anything, Alastair turned to face him again, his eyes burning with quiet anger. “Respect? Like the respect you showed to Ariadne by seeing me while you two were engaged? Perhaps you refer to the respect you showed her when you broke off the engagement while she was in a coma? Or are you talking about the respect you direct to your current fiancée by chasing me around?” His voice was as sharp as his daggers and Cordelia was reminded that her brother had a talent with words when he wanted to. “You’ll think twice before addressing my sister like that, Charles. And maybe think thrice about your concept of superiority if you really believe to be superior to her in any way.”

He left the room without a second look; Cordelia went happily with him. She waited a few seconds before speaking again.

“See, I would say ‘thank you’ for such a passionate demonstration of fraternal love back then, but I remember that when I’m the one saving your ass, you always say that you didn’t need it. So, tell me Alastair dadash, should I be polite or should I take a page from your own book?” Cordelia inquired him with a smile.

“You be quiet,” Alastair rolled his eyes, but she could see his lips twitching.

“You think Charles is going to leave you alone now, for real?” She asked on a low voice.

Alastair took a few seconds to answer her. “To be quite honest, Layla, yes, I think so.”

Cordelia gave a small clap and smiled brightly at him. “We should really celebrate this, then. Did I tell you that Bridget baked a blueberry cake? Fate, it’s what I say.”

Alastair couldn’t help but laugh at her. He let her sister led him to the dining room where the Herondales were waiting for them. He didn’t feel as comfortable at their presence as Cordelia wished him to, but after standing Charles’ presence for more than 5 minutes he felt like he could easily win a fight against a demon army alone. Besides, promise of a blueberry cake was enough to make him enjoyable for the rest of the night.

#alternative synopsis:#girl wastes her day writing a oneshot where she can spill all her hate for one character and all her love for the other character #in the same scene #alastair carstairs #anti charles club #wiriting #mine #aly hits 300 #tlh

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blackmagicforever · 4 years ago

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red spots & black canvas: chapter one

Chapter One: Cruel Summer | Master List | AO3

in which we get a summary of marinette’s summer

There was a buzzing sound right next to her ear. Marinette groaned lowly as she swatted away the source of the sound as she rolled away from it. A giggle was heard.

She fell off the bed with a loud ‘Oof!’.

Marinette lifted her head from the floor and saw a pair of feet about half a meter away from her.

Laughter was heard from the person, “Sweet Marigold, are you awake?”

“Nonna,” Marinette groaned pitifully, dragging a hand across her face.

“Wake up, Marigold!” her nonna, Gina, ushered her on her feet. “We have to pack! This is your last day, non?”

Marinette nodded empathetically as she dragged herself out of the bedroom towards the living space of the bungalow they had been spending the last few days.

Tikki poked her head out of the sheets of the bed and quickly made her way on top of Gina’s shoulder.

The older woman smiled gently at the kwami, “Morning, little one.”

It had been an accident, in Marinette’s defense. Gina had entered so suddenly into the room that Marinette didn’t have time to close the portal and detransform from Kaalki’s and Tikki’s merged form.

Surprisingly, Gina was chill with it. She was also friends with the Red Hood, it explained why Gina didn’t freak out.

During that summer, Marinette had escaped Paris under the wing of her grandmother. They traveled through Europe and the United States.

Marinette found out quickly that her Nonna didn’t agree to her policy of helping everyone and giving her time and work for free. She also was taught the wonders of profit.

Marinette met new people her grandmother knew from one reason to another. From vigilantes to heroes, to the occasional anti-hero (Deadpool and her instantly connected, and he gave her his number in case she needed outside help for Paris)

(Not that she would ever use it against Lila. Of course, not)

After Lila turned every single classmate against her, she had to take down her social media down and change her phone number.

The only saving grace she had was that MDC’s identity was still hidden from the public eye, and the social media for it was in another completely different phone Marinette only used for her profession.

Or else Max would probably had hacked into it and ruined it as well, Marinette had thought back then.

She, along with Gina, had gone to a few concerts of Jagged. Marinette to help Jagged with his outfits, and Gina to spread chaos.

To say that Jagged and Penny were angry at Marinette’s classmates and the Liar was to put it simply. Penny was already contacting the lawyers as Jagged texted a few celebrities about the defamation and slander Lila Rossi was causing.

It wasn’t until they were in Gotham City, Jagged’s birthplace, when Marinette met Damian and Tim.

They were the younger brothers of the Red Hood, who was conveniently a second cousin thrice removed adopted by a honorary sibling Gina had. Alfred Pennyworth was the most badass butler and honorary granduncle Marinette ever had.

It didn’t take long for her to figure out the whole Wayne family was also the Bat Family. Blame Nightwing, who cooed at her the same way Dick Grayson had not mere hours ago.

Marinette, in all her fashion glory, ripped apart every single costume the bat family wore for their night activities.

It was then where the nicknames Traffic Light Boy and Ketchup Mayo were coined.

She also revealed she was Ladybug from Paris.

“Paris has heroes?”

“Paris has villains?!?”

It took five seconds for Marinette to make the bat boys silent with her clearing her throat and throwing a nasty glare at them.

“Yes, Paris has heroes, and villains.” Marinette sighed, “It’s been three years and Paris is tired. I am tired. Of fighting victims, children, even babies.”

Batman contacted the League about this. And somehow, Marinette and Gina were dragged to Themyscira while adopting Diana, Wonder Woman, as her niece.

Marinette was bewildered.

Turns out, Hippolyta was one of the past Ladybugs holders and that made her Marinette’s sister!

Tikki was happy to see one of her bugs safe and sound.

Gina somehow wondered how in the world her grandchild got herself into these situations.

Marinette learned to be more confident and ignore the negative thoughts her mind conjured when she internalized her panic. She learned to wield a sword and to unlock certain powers she didn’t know she had.

Calling out for ladybugs to aid her was so weird but fascinating. It was like she was Cinderella and her ladybugs were the mouses that helped her.

She also modified her suit. Long gone was the spandex onesie that clung to her as a second skin when she was thirteen.

Now at age sixteen she had a full black suit with red accents. Boots that were flexible but sturdy with metal toes. And kevlar that covered her chest, shoulder blades, back, and some random pieces that varied between her elbows and knees.

She also had wings!

The goodbye from Themyscira was tearful, but Marinette promised to come back. Ladybug was also drafted in the Justice League, but on the low-key.

It was decided that Damian would join her in Paris as Tim hanged around the French branch the Wayne Enterprise had when Ladybug asked for help in defeating Hawkmoth.

“Le Papillon, a butterfly.” Damian had snorted derisively, Marinette had giggled.

Wonder Woman also was near, proposing to set up a small boutique in case Ladybug needed her. (Chat Noir had been slipping out of patrol and akuma attacks lately)

It had gone well. Marinette was content and satisfied with her summer. And she only had one more year of Lyceé left! Maybe even shorter than that, if she pushed her credits to be due beforehand.

“How are we feeling?” Nonna asked.

Marinette hummed, “Content.” she settled for the word.

She waved a hand, focusing on the tingles running towards her fingertips, and a swarm of ladybugs arrived through the window. In mere minutes the place was spotless (pun not intended) and their things were packed for the drive back home.

“I’ll admit having a magic girl transformation magic has its perks.” Gina broke the silence.

Marinette buried her flaming face within her hands.

“Nonna!” she whined.

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The Worst Kind of Event (Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

The Worst Kind Of Event

(Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

Request:- @t0xcat

“” hey! could i possibly get a washington x platonic fem solider reader where he basically sees her as his daughter and has been fighting by his side for a long time and then she’s sent away to south carolina for the battle of yorktown and he receives news from one of the soldiers that she died and washington and the rest of the hamilsquad has a funeral for her n stuff,, sry if it’s confusing!! have fun writing!! 💖💖 “”

~ Warnings: angst, a couple swears, soldiers and war, death, lots of tears ~

{{I'm so sorry if it sucks I've never done angst before, hope it's okay!!☺️💗}}

Words: 3.1 k (so I may have got a little bit carried away?!)

You had worked with George for 3 years now. You'd come along way from the scrappy blood thirsty recruit he's met all that time ago. You'd joined the revolution after your parents had been killed in an attack from the British soldiers. You'd had enough of standing by and letting others fight for you.

When you first approached him he didn't take you seriously, something he would quickly learn to regret, you attacked his name and ended up in a duel on your second day on camp. It didn't go anywhere because George had stepped in, he had sent you to his tent while he dealt with your opponent, a one Alexander Hamilton. He wouldn't hear slander against his mentors name, no matter who it came from.

Three years later Alex was the closest thing you had to a brother, you loved him dearly. He was always by your side, you'd saved eachother lives many times over. Be it from enemy fire or from eating food John Laurens had prepared, he said he could cook but Washington had warned you never to accept food off him unless you wanted to spend a few days with the nurses throwing your guts up. He was also one of your best friends, the three of you were practically inseparable, you'd fight, eat and sleep together. The three of you were Washington's aids so you'd all room together. You didn't mind, you'd much rather have them with you and know where they were rather than worry about their whereabouts; as you often did when you couldn't find them about camp.

You'd also made friends with a tailor who'd frequent the campsite, you recognised him as the boy who worked with the tailor your father had gone to. When he'd first seen you he did a double take. Where was the sweet young girl he'd often played with when their fathers had been busy. You quickly grew inseparable, he'd seen first hand what this war had done to you. He adopted an older brother role, watching out for you on the campsite.

There had been a group of soldiers who'd decided you'd be an easy target and grabbed you on your second week, they had planned to rough you up a bit and steal your rations, making its a regular occurrence. Unfortunately for them Lafayette had been watching and followed you out. He'd had trouble with those particular men before and had a horrible gut feeling that they were going to do something bad. They didn't get the chance because he'd followed, grabbing the leader and shoved him against the wall, his friends looked on mouths agape as Lafayette was explicitly clear about what he would do to them if they ever bothered you again. You'd been thankful for him ever since. The five of you grew to be a close knit group of friends.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Alex grins as you sit down next to him with your tray "they're giving out assignments at 7, they said some of us will be going as far as South Carolina.." he says nervously, John was from South Carolina which meant it was likely he'd get selected, he knew the terrain which would prove useful to the troops. The last they'd heard south Carolina had been secured but a LOT of blood had been shed to get there. It was likely that just as much would be to keep it that way.

"He better make it back' you say, trying to sound strong, your voice betraying you with a slight wobble.

"Who better what?' John asks and he slides info the seat across from you

"Nothing" Alex says quickly, too quickly. John just gives him a strange look before he starts to eat his own dinner. Hes barely half way when Washington comes up to the table

"Laurens, Y/L/N, with me," he says gruffly. You have just enough time to shoot a look to Alex, who looks worried, before you're following George to his office. You and John half speed walking, half running to keep up with the general. He wasn't happy, not one bit, you could feel it in the air. "sit down, both of you" he says shutting the door to his office. You share a worried look with John and take a seat.

"Sir?" John asks after a few seconds of silence, there was something wrong, George was stalling.

"You're both shipping out to South Carolina tomorrow" he says finally "first thing in the morning, I'm not sure how long for but you'll both be back before you know it" he says confidently, well, like he was trying to be. If only he could have guaranteed that..

You and John left the next morning, Alex and George had both gotten up hours earlier than they should've to see you off. Hercules and Lafayette had said their good byes the might before, the five of you shared dinner together. You'd be lying if you'd said there wasn't a tearful goodbye. Alex took it really hard. As soon as he'd heard south Carolina he knew John would be going. You, however, were a complete shock and it shook him to his very core. You both were excellent soldiers, he knew you could handle yourselves but he couldn't help but worry.

George hugged you both and saluted which you gladly returned, he wasn't big on goodbyes so he said "until we see eachother again" and smiled, you could feel the love through those few words and you wiped away tears and hug him again, Alex and John quickly joining, he was the closest all three of you had to a father which made you your own little family.

"We got this' John says squeezing your shoulder as you join the other troops in the carriage.

As it turns out, you in fact, did not have this, far from it. Upon arrival it seemed as all was okay, you'd been thinking the worse but once you got there it didn't seem so bad. You had a part of your family with you and that was all you needed. The conditions were rougher than you were used to but it wasn't so bad, you shared a tent with John so you attest had someone familiar to talk to.

One the second day you were sent out into the field, there was enemy fire and you were sent as back up. John was by your side laying against a rock when it happened. A loud crack and a searing pain erupted across your side.

You'd been shot.

The medics did everything they could, they allowed John to travel back to base with you but there was nothing more to be done. He sat by your side while you lay in the bed. He did his best to cheer you up, even with tears in his eyes he told you it was going to be okay and you'd be fine. You knew better.

"John" you said quietly and he stopped mid sentence, he could see the light behind your eyes was dimming

"Yes?' he whispers back, knowing his voice would betray him if he raised it any higher

"I want you to write this down, f-for when you go back" you choke out as he scrambled to get a pad and pencil. He scribed down your final words, a letter for each of your family. You used the last of your energy to sign each one.

Alex had been looking forward to your return for weeks. He'd received a letter from you and John the first week, you'd sent it the first day. He'd received letters from John since but he didn't think much of it, field work was tiring and he knew you put 100% into your work and probably fell into bed as soon as you'd had the chance. John's letters were short, but that was to be expected, hed never been half the writer you or alex were.

"You're going to wear out the deck" Lafayette chuckles from beside him

"I can't wait to see them" Alex says happily as Hercules grins up at his friend. He's sat on the desk with a notebook as he sketches some new designs for a dress, he'd already made you one since you left, he was so excited to see you and show you the three others he'd designed.

Alex stood on his tippy toes as the ship came into view. He could see soldiers peering over the edge of the ship, there were less than those who'd left three weeks earlier but that was to be expected. He couldn't see you or John. He looks to Washington who'd joined them as the ship docked. Soldiers flooded off the ship, happy to be home on dry land after the travel at sea.

They waited patiently as soldier after soldier disembarked, as the crowd on the ship dwindled they began to grow worried. Finally John emerged, he looked ill.. no not ill, heartbroken, he looked heartbroken. Hercules felt his stomach drop as they ran to the deck, the crowd of soldiers clearing as Washington marched up to the ship

"John?" He asks as Lafayette helps the grief stricken man off the boat and back onto dry land. "What's happened?" He asks carefully, not daring to utter your name. John just shakes his head as tears filled his eyes for what felt like the 100th time since it happened. Alex felt his knees give out as he collapsed, laf catches him just in time, practically having to hold him up. No.. no this couldn't be happening. Everyone had told him you'd both be coming back, where were you?!

George's face had hardened a thousand years, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He turned away as they threatened to spill over. He gently lay a hand on John's shoulder and squeezed it, it was all he could do before he marched away to his office. This wasn't supposed to happen, you and John were supposed to come home okay, he'd warned the general to keep an eye on the both of you, to keep you safe. He needed you to be safe. You were the closest thing he'd ever come to having a daughter. You'd saved his life more times than he could remember, you'd also kept Alexander out of trouble more than enough times which he was, of course, grateful for. When he'd heard your story about your parents he'd been moved, most people would've crumpled at that hardship but you only took it in your stride to power yourself. That's what he loved about you, that you took everything like gave you and used it to your advantage. You were also incredibly kind and would do anything for your family.

He thought back to his last birthday, he hadn't wanted anyone to know it was his birthday but you'd decorated his room with balloons and a handpainted banner and had your whole little family there to celebrate, you'd even found a cake for him to make a wish on. He'd promised you he'd return the favour for your next birthday- god your birthday was in less than a week.. he had so many plans but now none of them could happen.. you couldnt be gone, you just couldn't.. he knew better but it was easier to kid himself at least for a few short moments.

The boys were a mess, they'd help John off the boat and to the room he'd shared with you and Alex. They were silent on the trip, Alex and John settled on his mattress while Hercules and Lafayette took Alex's. Your bed was left empty, no one could bear to look at it, they all snuck glances and felt an intense pang of pain at the sight of your made bed, complete empty.

"H-how?" Hercules asks quietly, he didn't want to know the answer but he had too

"Shot" John replies, equally as quiet, he hadn't spoken more than a few words to anyone since it had happened "second day.."

"You- you didn't mention it in your letters" Alex mentions as John turns to look at him "it wasn't something you could mention in your letters" he corrects quickly

"Three weeks ago?" Laf asks quietly as tears fill his eyes. John not only had to go through it alone but he had to keep it to himself for three weeks? My god "Mon ami' he sighs softly as he goes over to hug his friend, Hercules following quickly. They stayed there, all crammed into John's bed for what seemed like hours, just existing, they didn't say much except to comfort eachother, there was nothing else they could do.

Your funeral was held 3 days later, on your birthday of all days. Instead of George distracting you for most of the day while the others ran around preparing your surprise party they were preparing another event, the worst kind of event. George had sent Alex to the meadow with John to pick wild flowers to decorate your coffin with. He didn't want either boys around when you body arrived, he knew it would be too much for alex and John had already gone through so much. Hercules had travelled into town to purchase some food and drink for them, your favourites of course. Lafayette stayed with George, they'd both needed to be on duty so they worked through out the day, dreading as the evening drew closer.

There was a memorial scheduled to start at 8 but Washington had arranged to have a small private ceremony just before so at 7 he gathered the boys up and they went to say their goodbyes. Alex and John had done a beautiful job, there was flowers tucked into every crevice possible, a beautiful array of flowers taped to the top, George smiled, they'd practically emptied half the meadow for you.

"I'm going to keep this short" George starts after clearing his throat

"Like Alex" Alexander says with a teary smile, as you'd always responded when George said that

"Of course" George says as the other boys smile "(Y/N) was an incredible person, I'd always thought of her as a daughter and I'm going to miss her, a lot" he sighs softly as he places a hand on the coffin "I wish I'd told her in person.." he trails off gesturing for someone else to speak.

"I've known (y/n) since before I even started tailoring, we'd play together while her father was fitted for his suits. Her dad was a kind man who always brought extras of whatever lunch her mum had packed, for her to share with me. it's easy to see where she got her kindness from, and she was so kind, she didn't care what kind of person someone was, if she could help them she was going too" hercules smiles softly "she'd helped me on too many occasions to count, whether it be needing a model for a dress or shooting someone who'd come up behind me.. see told you she'd help in anyway" he chuckled as his eyes laid sight on the coffin "I'm going to miss your pretty face (y/n).. although I'm sure I'll see you in my dreams soon enough" he smiles

Laf was next, he approached the coffin and placed a hand on it tentatively, as I'd he was scared it would open suddenly "I am thankful everyday that I was brave the day we met ma Cherie.." he says quietly "since that day I've been thankful for you, your laugh your energy and your love. You've been an absolute light in our lives" he says softly as the other smile and nod "j'adore tu' he whispers quietly as he steps back so that Alex could step up

"W-we fought the first day we met.. Nearly ended up shooting eachother, I'm so glad we didn't because the last three years have been the best, a-all you guys have made me so happy, I truly feel like there's somewhere I belong" alex says wiping away tears furiously, he WOULDNT cry, not again "(Y/N) came to share the room John and I had and from the very first night I could tell we'd be the best of friends, she didn't mind John and I staying up talking for hours, she was the one who started card games that ended in a pillow fight" he giggles as Washington sighs

"You know how much trouble I got into because you woke up the general across the hall?" He chuckles

"Yeah enough that we were on washing up duty for a week" John laughs "still worth it though"

"Definitely" Alex smiles softly as he looks between the coffin and his friends "love you (y/n)" he whispers quietly as he steps back

John sighs softly "Is it wrong that I wish I'd been here?" He asks no one in particular "don't get me wrong, I'm glad I was there for her but I see it every time I close my eyes.."

"Were here for you son" George says gently as he pats John's shoulder reassuringly

"Like everyone's already said, she's incredible and it fucking sucks she's gone" John continues, he wasn't the best at public speaking, especially when he was upset "at first I was happy I wasn't going alone but now I wish it was me instead.." he says as the tears start to fall "it's so fucking unfair! Why do-"

"Hey" Alex says gently and hugs him tightly, the other three joining quickly, there was nothing they could do about you but they could be there for John and eachother and they'd get through it, they had to, for you. John pulls away after a few seconds and pulls something out of his coat

"B-before she.. I wrote these letters for h-her, there's one for each of us, she signed then end of them" he explains and he hands out the letters for the others to read. They stood in silence as they read their letters. John had already heard them and knew his own inside out, he'd read it many times but that didn't stop the sting of tears in his eyes. He looked at the others, Alex and laf had both sat down to read theirs, knowing they wouldn't be able to stand. Hercules stood frozen as he got to the end of his letter, his fingers hovered over where your name was signed, he sighs softly, a small smile spread across his face as he read the stupid joke you'd made John add as a ps.

Washington read his letter slowly, he was already trying to keep in together, he couldn't break down in front of them. The others had never seem him cry before. Unfortunately his eyes had other plans, the tears freely flowing from his eyes as he finished.

He was going to miss you terribly.

#hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader #hamilsquad x reader #washington x reader #hamilton #hamilton musical

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Could you possibly do one where Mari/Mari and marine is/are the daughter/son of the joker?

I actually planned quite a lot for this after you asked but could never get my thoughts to make something comprehensive so I give up here's what I got!:

-Twins are Joker and Harleys kids born before the two split up(and so help me they will split up this story needs gay aunt Ivy)

-As you might know, these two clowns have another kid; Lucy. Harley left Lucy with her sister when she was born. In canon, she thinks Harley is her aunt but I would say in this fic she learned the truth when the twins were also dropped off.

-So the twins grew up in Gotham with their aunt and big sister knowing full well who their parents are; as such they make the responsible choice to suppress every part of themselves that resembles them and constantly dye their hair in an effort to avoid looking like them. You know healthy coping mechanisms. -

-Naturally, Marinette has brown hair with blue eyes and Marion blonde with brown eyes.

-Their personalities are a bit different from Mismatch.

-Marion is still a trickster and a trouble maker but this time around has Marinette fully involved and responsible for his shenanigans. He has a bit of a habit of talking to himself(or singing random phrases), sometimes in the third person; he hates when he does, so Marinette always tells him off. He’s always gets the impulse of dying his hair outlandish colors and will vehemently deny his favorite color is green.

- Marinette is crafty, both figuratively and literally. She’s smart, her mother is a doctor after all she can be manipulative to people that arent her(close) family to protect the ones she cares about. She has a deep-seated fear of becoming a trophy, an object to be put on display like her mother and so dresses the opposite and pushes away her love for fashion.

-They will always call each other Mari but if someone else tries they both answer its a nickname they strictly use for each other.

-In a world where Gotham exists it makes absolutely no sense that Gabriel wouldn't start his reign as Hawkmoth in Gotham(the place with the most negative emotions like geez) so that works out perfectly for the twins becoming heroes(Adrien can move to Gotham or be left in Paris to be kept safe your choice)

-Instead of the twins proving themselves by helping an old man up off the street they go a step further is beating up the thugs that try to rob him(all Fu’s set up of course). When they come home to find two mysterious boxes on their beds they make the only rational conclusion children of the joker would; it’s a bomb!

-Not wanting to get the police involved for obvious reasons they find the security footage(which gets the police involved in a different way) and start tracking down fu to see why he’s trying to kill him.

-And as you may recall at this point in canon Ladybug and Chat Noir are defeating an Akuma, well they're not here they’re off to beat up an old man so thats Batman’s job for the time being.

-The twins get caught up in the fight as civilians and are saved by Batman who immediately recognizes them(you don't think Batman has case files on all of Jokers hellspawn?) so that’s gonna be a problem later but never mind that for now~

-The twins track down Fu, who is wondering why they aren’t out fighting the Akuma. Long story short Fu comes back to the house with them and proves they aren't bombs giving them the miraculous.

-I’m a bit indecisive on the names. I thought Marinette would be Red Bug and Marion Black Cat(yes I know that names already taken I don’t care). But I thought Crimson Bug would work better because then their names would start with the same letters. Then I wanted alliteration like Black Bug and Crimson Cat but that obviously doesn't make any sense since Chats color is green not red-- then I realized it would be completely in character for them to call themselves that confusing everyone in the process so no one quite sure whos name is who(if you wanna write it go with whatever I just thought it could be funny)

-As for costumes Marinette's probably wouldn't be skin tight because deep down she really doesn't want to look like that but more practical armor or less form-fitting at least. Marion's hair turns green when he transforms something he freaks out about and Marinette's turns red(glowing or not either would look cool)

-So anyway they go off to defeat the akuma blah blah blah Batman seeing these two young untrained superheroes can only think of one thing: I have to adopt them. So that’s gonna be fun!

-Anyway they go back home trying to be sneaky and immediately get caught by Lucy: ”Don’t tell Aunty!”-- ”Oh I already know” (her names Delia by the way)

- So now the twins get a support system and a family that will look out for them unbelievable right? This support system immediately threatens Fu making sure he actually trains them and doesn't just set them loose on Gotham.

Anyway that's the end of my semi-cohesive plan and here's a vague outline for the fic:

1. Becoming ladybug and chat noir setting up adoption, and school(Bruce invites them to Gotham academy to keep an eye on the jokers children)

2. First day at school setting up Artemis(and by extension young justice), and own passions, Adrien is also at this school now so Marinette falls, Jason finds out falling in love with Marion

3. Becoming friends with Artemis, convinces them to give their passions a try, Marion runs from hood, some let me adopt you stuff also Jason's spite for Cat Noir

4. Skip a bit of time a few months or so, young justice need help Artemis suggest mari and mari, Marinette has a smackdown with batman about their heritage, at odds with young justice Artemis comes to their defense. Young Justice have an ‘oh’ realization on the job when Marion sings a lullaby to a scared child, now the young justice form the mari and mari protection squad

5. Doing ladybug and cat stuff batman approaches them again this time luring them into adoption with a partnership on finding hawkmoth, Red Hood and cat fight. Marion comes back all huffy and there's a scene with Lucy this time comforting them, Marion goes out to get air runs into hood marion bristles stirring Jason to meet him as a civilian, class come to visit, at odds with lila

6. Doing well at school even made a few friends when the Paris class come to visit completely under lila’s control, lila tries to slander the twins for not worshiping her only to out herself when she tells everyone they laughed at her(the twins never laugh), Jason also drops by further discrediting her, lila tries to throw their heritage in their face but they get support openly working with heroes as civilians, this little section ends quite happily with them being sort of accepted at school and batman tolerating their existence for not attacking the person who tried to make their life miserable

7. Time skip few years out of high school now, ladybug and cat are working well with gothams vigilantes widely considered part of the batfam even if no one knows each other's identities. As mari and mari they are doing good work mainly outside of gotham. Marinette is starting a fashion boutique with a little financial help from Wayne enterprises she also does costume design for heroes and villains, villains mainly because she can't stand their current outfits. Marion quite likes his music but isn't sure how he will feel in the public eye is great friends with Jason and the skip picks up with them officially starting to go out identities unknown. They are still hesitant about their identities in civilian life Marinette starting her business under a false name and Marion cant start his because of his heritage. Jason officially has to admit they are going out to the family is met with grilling by aunt and sister, joy by harley once she tries giving them sex advice they leave, his brothers tease and both are tense about Bruces reaction but he begrudgingly accepts. Are out as ladybug and Cat still snippy with hood but it’s not as bad they are closing in on hawkmoth. Go to hang out with young justice as well they aren't well-liked in Gotham but they’re fine with that(not really)

8. NOW things can go to shit joker finally has enough of them deciding to get a hold of them but I think it should be as ladybug and chat revealing their identities to the world. The twins are terrified rightfully so. Get saved now it’s weird between hood and marion, marion feeling betrayed Jason knew who he was and knew who his father was but still decided to date him and he just can't understand why. Adrien was so scared for Marinette and now they both have to work out why. Gotham is at odds the heroes they admire are born from a villain they fear. Bats are a bit weird feeling like they were tricked while also kind of acknowledging the twins are good people

9. Harassed in their everyday life now the twins go to young justice where they get met with awe for being established independent heros, bats there are acting weird but the twins say something to shift perspective leaving to let them mull on it. Jason tries to apologise saying he doesn't see Marion like that blah blah Marion has a breakdown asking how he can be anything but a villain. Marinette's having whiplash going from loved to hated and still dealing with the trauma of seeing her father. They snap. In public a big ol scene and they get akumatised everyone sees it, it’s on tv. Hawkmoth comes out to get their miraculous the batfam can’t beat him. He’s monolouging probing at their deepest fears when they snap back to reality realizing none of it’s true every part of them has worked to be good people and they are they don't hand over their miraculous beating the akumatizaton and beating hawkmoth while akumatised.

10. They are released from the hospital a few days later, getting hesitant recognition on the streets. It's not thunderous applause but it is something. Their family comes to pick them up, Adrien is crying to Marinette about not scaring him like that(her family took him in when Gabriel was revealed). Marion gets picked up by Jason they patch things over. They get accepted into the batfam and work as ladybug and cat for everything. Marion decides to start playing music and Marinette reveals her face to her fashion brand.

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raven-frost-21 · 4 years ago

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Can you marry me? Chapter 5 pt 2

She smiled at him as she leaned against the door. “Yeah, I am actually 22. They’re 19. I adopted them a year ago when their parents wouldn’t support them as trans for J and for the use of different pronouns. I got to go, my shift starts in five minutes.”

She waved and shut the door. He quickly checked the number to the list and held in sigh. 15 more to go.

He was done! He smiled and jogged up the stairs to the apartment and burst in. Marinette sat at the counter (the front door is in the kitchen) with a frown as she looked over the records.

“What’s up Nettie?”

She didn’t glance up as she answered. “The tenants of apartment 45. They haven’t paid the rent at all in the two years that they have lived here. And they told me to be careful of you, that you’re a cheater. And the funny thing is, that doesn’t sound like you at all, so the Harpers might just be evicted.”

He paled. ‘It couldn’t be?’ “Roy and Kori Harper?” She nodded.

He groaned and sat down, head hitting the counter with a thunk.

“Former teammates from the Titans. And Kory’s my ex.”

Marinette started to laugh and he looked at her incredulously.

“Get this, They just called the cops on me for extortion and slander!”

She held her phone up and he snorted when he saw the text from one of the tenants on the first floor.

Right as they calmed a sharp knock came to the door. Marinette opened it and two detectives stood there.

“Hello, I’m Detective Sarah Richards. Are you Richard and Marinette Grayson?”

They nodded and she smiled, brown eyes twinkling behind her glasses like Marinette's reading ones.

“Okay so one Kori Anders Harper called saying that you are extorting them claiming to be the owner of the building and that Marinette here is lying by claiming to be married to Richard Grayson former ward of Bruce Wayne.”

The two rolled their eyes in annoyance. “But of course, as they are trying to evade paying what they owe they have been arrested. Both are required to find a new place of residence and all but their personal belongings have been seized to pay you two back.”

Marinette blinked. “How did you do that so fast?”

The woman finally looked up and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sarah, I live on the 4th floor! I just met your lovely husband five minutes before work.”

They burst into laughter and all three ended up on the floor holding their sides while her partner looked down at them with the tired dad look on his face.

“Richards! We have to go!”

Sarah stood up and mock-saluted her partner. “Let’s go then Rogers!”

The two left and the last thing they heard was, “Sarah! For the last time just because my name is Steve and I’m blonde it doesn’t make me Steve Rogers.”

The two snickered at that before Dick got a guilty look on his face. “Crap. Kori and Roy are homeless now, and it’s my fault.”

She snorted and whacked his shoulder. “It’s their fault for acting like they own the building, plus Roy knows Oliver Queen. He’ll be fine.”

Jason hung up with a sigh. He slowly marched from his apartment to his brothers and knocked. The door cracked open immediately and Marinette’s tired eyes peered out. “Hey, can I come in? I know it’s late.” She nodded and the door swung open. Smiling he walked through the kitchen and sat on the couch. Looking around he noticed his brother’s absence. “Where’s Dick?” She smiled softly. “He’s resting. He had a major panic attack a few hours ago and is asleep, he hasn’t slept well in weeks.” He smiled sadly and glanced at the dark bags under her own eyes. “It seems you haven’t either.” She smiled sadly. “The alerts went off. My parents are searching Europe for me.” She set her mug down with a clink and turned to him. “What’s the favor?” (she’s on her chaise, it’s opposite the couch.) “My friends got kicked out of their apartment. Someone scammed the police into thinking they were the owners and the two hadn’t paid the rent.” Her brows furrowed. “Roy and Kori Harper?” He nodded, shocked. “Roy and Kori Harper lived in apartment 45. They hadn’t paid their rent in 2 years, when I went to collect they slammed the door in my face after telling me that they were friends with the owner so it was free and some unsavory lies about Dick.” He blinked shocked. “Oh, so how much did they owe?” “$6,000. I charge $250 a month. Well except for you guys.” He scoffed, “Yeah $150 is cheap.” She smiled and took a sip from her mug. “So, you want to ask if they could stay here as my apartment is the only one with room for two extra people?” He nodded. “Yeah, the answer is no. I don’t appreciate being called a kid, or them lying about my husband. If it was just the kid thing, sure. But I despise liars. How easily they can destroy a life and rip everyone you loved away from you.” Her eyes were distant as she spoke and he had a sinking feeling in his chest. “Princess, why did you run away again?” He didn’t know exactly what he thought she was going to do, but throwing a mug of steaming hot chocolate in his face wasn’t it. (The drink not mug.) He yelled and pressed a hand to his eyes and she squeaked. He heard her moving around and ice was suddenly being pressed against his face. “Sorry! I tripped! I didn’t mean to!” After a few minutes he was able to open his eyes and the pain had diminished. “It’s okay Princess.” She tensed slightly but did nothing so he shrugged it off. “I got to go, patrol.” She nodded and shooed him from the apartment. `` She shut the door behind Jason with a gasp. ‘Princess!’ ‘You BELONG TO ME!’ ‘Lila isn’t hurting anyone!’ ‘We’re getting married, princess!’ She shuddered and forced the memories back, Dick needed her. Something with today had set him off. As she got closer to their room she could hear him thrashing and sobbing. “NO! I DIDN’T MEAN TO! DON’T HATE ME!’ She rushed in and knelt by the bed. Softly she began to sing, “Ay, gene roma,” (They were Gypsies) “roma te rodes,” (As I gypsy I am looking for,) “ay, baxt bari, baxt byari,” (Big Happiness, Big Happiness) “Kay tut te rodes?” (Where are you and I looking for?) “Baxt te amori?” (Is there our happiness?) “Cykav o drom baro,” (Show me the big road) “Drom amenge.” (Our way.) (loose translation, I think it’s romani, it’s what it said it was but it could be romanian) As she neared the end he quieted and stilled. As she finished his arms shot out and wrapped around her, pulling her into bed with him and trapping her partially under him. She wriggled and managed to take her reading glasses off, grateful that she was already dressed for bed when his grip tightened when she shifted away. Smiling she curled up against his chest and breathed deeply enjoying his scent. She fell asleep with a small smile on her face.

#maribat #college au #dickinette #fake marriage #mlb x dc

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b-rainlet · 3 years ago

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- the-scarecrxw

(Since you sent 4 of those emojis I'm gonna go off but I'll stick to one in this answer and make seperate posts for the others aksnsns)

I can't give you anything Jonathan centric (that isn't Tommy/Jonathan, one of my fave rarepairs) but Jerome features in lots of my AUs.

This one is one of my faves that's entirely self-indulgent and if it ever gets written it's probably gonna be the longest fic I ever published (Again: If it ever gets written):

I gotta apologize in advance, it's just a fun little AU I haven't put too much thoughts into in terms of plotting so this is gonna be A. Long, B. Messy and C. A little chaotic

- First off, you gotta understand that @nsfwitchy2 Me had some fun with a pretty nonsensical and definitely not canon-compliant AU where Jerome and Jeremiah have three Mums (Tabby, Lee and Barbara, who all date) and live with them and Barbara Lee as their little sister.

- Ecco also lives with them, she sees herself as both the twins' gf more than a genuine part of the family tho (for now)

- (Meanwhile at Wayne Manor Alfred and Jim date and are very tired parents of Bruce and his clone 514A, in this AU - and pretty much every AU - nicknamed Brook)

- (Selina kinda goes back and forth between living at Wayne Manor or at Lee's place)

- Also, everyone dates. The twins. The clones. Eccomiah, Jecco, Batcat, Valeyne, Wayleska, they're all fucking

- Which isn't THAT important for this particular AU but I figured I'd give a warning xD

- This is mostly my attempt to give Tabitha some more backstory? Just...how I personally see her character and how I could see her end up if things would've went differently after S2

- The google docs file is called 'How Tabitha started being a Mum while disregarding canon completely' lmao

- Like her current life involves having 4 kids (if you count Selina) and two wives and that's a hell of an AU and I just like to overthink things and play with the way things would have needed to have gone in canon to have her 'end up' like this

- Also I can see her struggling with having a family all if a sudden (that isn't a manipulative brother or a weird cult)

-Especially if that involves Motherhood

- So on one hand it's a 'S2 until now' fic, explaining what happened to her in my canon

- But also - mostly because I find that easier to organize in my brain - it's interwoven with a 5+1-esque fic of all her children calling her 'Mum' (and her getting emotional over that)

- So it switches back and forth between the past and the present but for rambling's sake, I'll start with the past

- She still leaves Theo behind and flees with Silver but she keeps Silver close instead of immediately sending her away

- And her and Silver get taken in by Fish after they leave Theo because they have nowhere to go and Fish loves taking care of strays

- (Fish, who probably didn't end up in Indian Hill but rather lives in hiding until she is ready to strike against Penguin)

- She refers to herself as Liza's Mother in canon, you can't tell me she wouldn't instantly adopt Tabby and call her 'Honey' and give her motherly advice while Tabby tries to be all bite but actually enjoys somebody taking care of her for once

- Selina🤝Tabby

'Trying so very hard all the time to not show how soft and insecure they are'

- Actually, I'd start diverting from Canon even sooner aksnsjd

- Well not full on changing canon, but I'd...pepper in some stuff

- Like some scenes of her back with Theo and the Maniax

- Mostly her talking to Theo about Jerome's planned murder, which, yeah, she knows it's been set in stone from the beginning but that doesn't mean that she isn't talking about alternatives where he doesn't get killed off

- And Theo's like "Don't tell me you're going soft. No one will miss him. He was just a boy. Not worthy enough to be remembered."

- And later on she betrays him and goes 'I remember him'

- Anyway, they stay with Fish for a while but Tabby doesn't wanna keep Silver in Gotham

- So she sends her back to the school she went to before coming to Gotham with Theo (but makes sure their weird cult can't get their hands on her there)

- And Silver wants her to come with but Tabby says she has some unfinished business

- Aka she just doesn't wanna leave Barbara (who is in a coma atm, if Memory serves right)

- And Tabby's reasoning is that it's not safe in Gotham but really, she thinks she can't be responsible for another person

- "She needs a mother. A Family. I can't give her that." - "You are her family."

- So Silver's out of the picture and Tabby hangs with Fish until Barbara wakes up and they get together again (and never ever seperate)

- Also there's no Butch/Tabby because that was unnecessary as fuck

- And I gotta be honest, I haven't thought more about canon because Butch/Tabby alone makes my head hurt already but somehow they start dating Lee

- Who brings Jerome into the relationship because I sure am fond of Lee being Jerome's Mother (like as in, I have several wips with that concept alone not counting this one)

- Jerome probably came back to life after S3 and Lee fought to have him not be treated like a violent criminal but rather a child who was taken advantage of and after his release from Arkham (where she visited him and made sure he got some proper treatment) it seemed natural to have him live with her

- (But also he's still a criminal aksnsjs, you can see how much I thought about this)

- (Sue me for sticking to the heartfelt scenes and avoiding the mess that is plotting)

- Tabby and Barbara already had Selina and through Jerome, Jeremiah and Ecco were added et voila! Their Family is complete

- (Why exactly Barbara Lee exists if Tabby and Barbara have been non-stop dating since S2 I can't tell you, I simply think she is neat and I like the idea of big brother Jerome)

- (This AU? Self-indulgent? Why would you ever think that?)

- In the present however she is dealing with what is mostly referred to as 'feelings'

- Mostly panic at realizing that the bunch of weird children she's been living with are seeing her as some kind of parental figure

- Because suddenly they all call her 'Mum'

- Unsurprisingly the first one to call her Mum is Jerome at breakfast

- She's reading the newspaper and there's an article about a hostage situation the twins planned and he goes 'Mum, are you done with that? Can we see?'

- And they snatch it from her and argue about how they didn't even make the front page while Tabby nearly chokes on her coffee

- And of course she breaks down talks to her wives about it later while they get ready for bed because no one ever called her 'Mum' before

- Barbara's braiding her hair, while Lee's off to the side, getting ready for bed and it's very domestic and I am very gay

- But neither see it as a big deal because both of them have been called Mum before (by Jerome at least. Like. Immediately upon meeting them)

- So she's trying to be nonchalant about it because it's only a big deal if she makes it one

- While also not being able to deny the warm feeling that spreads throughout her body when Jerome keeps calling her 'Mum'

- Miah and Selina on the other hand are both hesitant to call anyone Mum

- Miah cause of Pride, Selina cause of her Mummy Issues

- But they both do at some point

- I think I have more notes on this SOMEWHERE but I kinda wanna have Miah call her Mum while he's ill (because we all know he'd be super fussy and want attention 24/7)

- So she humours him and while he's close to falling asleep - and she's totally not carding her fingers through his hair because she isn't soft or anything - he mumbles: "Thank you Mum" and she melts

- Selina would be more angsty

- Like, maybe it's her birthday and she disappears for a while (as she tends to do) but Tabby (who's closest to her) knows how hard this day is for her (since again her Mum isn't there with here and looks for her and brings her back home but doesn't make a big fuss out of her birthday

- Just...lets her be, gives her space but also lets her curl up close to her and maybe Selina doesn't call her Mum on that exact day

- But it's the day she realizes she wouldn't mind calling Tabitha her Mother, so she hesitantly tries it out a while later (maybe days, maybe weeks, however long it takes for her to feel comfortable with it) and they share a smile

- Then there's Barbara Lee, but she barely counts because she's a toddler and calls everyone 'Mummy'

- Even her father ajsnsnsn

- The last one would be Ecco because I have a very soft spot for Tabby and Ecco being close

- Ecco's rather formal with them for the longest time (she calls Barbara, Lee and Tabby 'Ma'am' for the most part because she may like them, but she doesn't think they see her as family. She's just the token girlfriend).

- So there's a scene where they connect, possibly over Tabby's hand and Ecco's head since I hc that Ecco gets headaches and migraines a lot (considering that she still gets shot in the head by Miah, like I said, this AU isn't necessarily the most bullet proof in terms of linear timelines)

- But so is Gotham so-

- So there's possibly a scene where Ecco's headache is getting super bad and no one's around (especially not Miah to dote on her) and Tabby awkwardly tries to bond by telling her about her hand and how she can't feel much (is a little clumsy with it) and Ecco immediately imprints on her like a duckling

- Maybe it's even the first time anyone reached out to Ecco in a way that feels genuine, especially without the twins or any of her (various) other partners being present so now she's willing to die for Tabby

- Which ends in her also calling her 'Mum' (while she keeps calling Lee and Barbara 'Ma'am' and Lee's so mad ajsnsjdj she was trying so hard to bond with this kid but couldn't quite get it right and you're telling her her socially pretty clumsy - but still wonderful of course - wife managed with just one conversation?? Slander

- And of course because I can't stop myself, there would be even more tidbits here and there of Tabby overcoming her previous way of living (as in, thinking caring or showing emotions is weakness) by having her reminisce a LOT about Theo

- For example by having Jerome climb into bed with her while Barbara's sleeping and Tabby is waiting for Lee to come home

- Lee works as a doc in the narrows which may be a little illegal, but the people didn't just stop needing help after her Queen of the Narrows arc was over, so I vote she keeps at it (and is held in very high regard for it by pretty much everyone)

- Tabby always stays up until everyone is home because she likes knowing where everyone is and that they're safe while Jerome has frequent nightmares and wanders around the house, so this isn't a rare occurrence

- And sometimes, they talk Theo

- "You miss him?" - "Don't know."

- "I wish he was still alive so I could kill him." - "....Me too." - "Which one?" - "...Both."

- (ajajsbssj this is all just copy pasted and cleaned up a lil', leave me and my pretentious way of writing dialogue alone)

- Tabby also has a lot of interludes where she thinks about what growing up with Theo was like/her childhood in general

- How she always protected him from other children bullying him and how they swore to have each other's back but how in hindsight, she was the one doing all the dirty work for him, helping him fulfill his dream and enact his revenge

- Realizing that he probably never cared for her, not like she cared for him

- There's also allusions to them having sex because you cannot tell me they did NOT have sex

- And it ends with Tabby realizing that she is quite happy with how she ended up, even if it's neither how she thought she would ever live nor what her old self would've even wanted, possibly seeing too many attachments as 'weak' judging by the way she canonly used Butch for convenience sake at first

- And yeah, maybe now she can provide the family - the Mother - somebody else desperately needs

- So she brings Silver home

#This isn't at all presentable #Because the AU is all over the place still #But I am sharing it anyway #Tag: Happy Family #Long Post #WIP Rambles

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stahlop · 4 years ago

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Ready to Run (2/?)

I know it's been 84 years since I posted a new chapter. I am so sorry. Between birthdays, Secret Santa, January Joy, and Neverland New Year, I kind of over extended myself. I'm hoping to update this every two to three weeks now.

Thanks to @imlaxdris71 for continuing to be my beta for this story.

Prologue Ch.1

Read it on Ao3

“Belle.” He says to his boss and the head of the vlog site. “Come on. It’s an opinion piece. You can’t fire me for having an opinion.”

“I left you four messages and a slew of texts, Killian.” Belle sighs as she pushes a piece of mousy brown hair that has escaped her barrette away from her face as she looks for something on her laptop.

“And that surprises you? I never answered your messages and texts when we dated either.” He looks over at Will who happens to be in the office as well, which is odd because Will doesn’t usually come to meetings between them. Will is usually never out of the editing room when they’re at the office.

“What’s your boyfriend doing here?” Killian asks grumpily. He’s perfectly fine with Belle dating his best friend. He gave Will his blessing when he asked Killian if he could date Belle after they’d broken up. There were no hard feelings between him and Belle; they just worked better as friends.

“Moral support.” Belle says, her eyes lighting up as she has apparently found what she is looking for.

“Since when do you need moral support, Belle?” Killian teases. Belle does not look amused.

“I’m here for you, you wanker!” Will says practically knocking Killian out of his chair.

“Aha!” She says as she pulls up whatever it was she was looking for. “First rule of journalism, Killian, regardless of whether it’s an opinion piece or not, if you make up your facts, you get fired.” She gives him a stern look, one he got very used to when they were dating. It was a wonder she’d never killed him.

“Second rule: never work for an ex.” He sighs. Belle’s face gets even more stern. Killian has never even seen this face before, and he thought he knew them all. She sighs again and clicks a button on her computer. Killian hears the printer spitting out a piece of paper behind her.

“That has nothing to do with it, Killian.” She says as she rolls her chair around to the printer and grabs what it was she printed out. “If you make something up you get fired.” She looks completely exasperated with him, another look he knows all too well. Killian sighs this time.

“I didn’t make up anything, I had a source.” Belle knows him too well to think he would just make something up, so he’s really confused as to where this whole tongue-lashing is coming from.

“Someone reliable?” She questions raising her eyebrow at him. “Or someone in Liam’s bar?” Oh, he knows her way too well.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don't knock drunk guys in bars. It means they're not driving.” Will laughs at his joke. Killian puts out one arm toward Will and then looks back at Belle as if to say ‘See?’, but she’s still not amused by him. “Besides, l am an opinion vlogger. This is what opinion vloggers are supposed to do.” Killian is slightly agitated that Belle is making him defend himself over this. Usually, he just gets a talking to and that’s that. “It's what you like. We push, we stretch, we go out on a limb. That's what makes me good!”

“No, it’s what makes you fired.” Belle fires back. Killian’s had enough of this.

“What the hell, Belle?” Will laughs again from behind him. So much for support.

“Emma Swan has written a grievance against you and asked you to be fired or she will sue us for slander.” Belle says with finality. Killian’s eyes go wide with shock. Maybe he shouldn’t be getting his ideas from drunk guys in bars. And now that he thinks about it, he really shouldn’t have used her name. Will comes up behind him and rests his hands on Killian’s shoulders in a comforting way.

“Please Belle, this is my life we’re talking about.” He says, no longer feeling cocky about all this. The wind has been blown out of his sails, so to speak.

“If you go quietly, I’ll see about getting you severance pay.” She says not looking at him in the eyes and handing him the paper she had printed out. He opens it to see the email that Emma Swan had sent about him and he realizes this is real. Just yesterday he was envisioning winning awards for this piece and now he doesn’t have a job.

“Come on mate.” Will says helping him out of the chair and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “I’ll walk you to your desk so you can collect your things and escort you out.” They begin to walk out of Belle’s office.

“I can do it myself.” He says rather angrily. He instantly regrets it. It’s not Will’s fault he’s in this mess.

“Well, actually, I do. I have to physically make sure you leave the building.” Will says a little embarrassed.

“Of course.” Killian replies back. This was not how he foresaw his day going at all. Will has ceremoniously provided him with a small box to put everything in. He gathers up a picture of himself and Liam from when they were stationed together on the same ship, both looking pristine in their uniforms. He picks up the picture of Belle, Will, and himself, back when they were all just a bunch of single friends, before dating complications. A picture of himself graduating from college goes into the box, as well as other knicknacks he’s collected over the years. He leaves all the notebooks and writing utensils, he has enough of those at home.

Will stays silent through all this until the elevator doors close behind them.

“I have an idea that will get your job back.” Will says still facing the elevator door and not actually facing Killian.

“What?” Killian says, confused. “What are you saying?”

“Revenge.” Will says now facing him with a slightly evil smile on his face. He and Will have been friends for a long time, and this is the first time Killian has ever seen this creepy smile grace his face. “How would you like some? A chance to prove that although your story wasn't entirely factual, your theory was correct.”

“The real story on Miss Swan.” Killian interrupts.

“All the gory details.” Will’s actually rubbing his hands together like a movie villain. Killian raises an eyebrow. This is a side of Will he’s never seen before. For all the trouble they got into as young men, he’s never been blatantly evil about it. But he would like to get his job back. “And if she runs again, even better.” Will shrugs as the elevator bell pings that they’ve reached the ground level and the doors open up to the lobby.

Will waves goodbye before the elevator doors close back up on him and Killian is left to ponder what Will has said. “Bloody hell.” He whispers to himself and immediately shifts his box to one side and grabs his phone from his pocket. He scrolls to find a car rental place and places the call as he walks outside of his former employer’s building.

“Yes, I’d like to rent a car for next month.”

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After Henry had been born, Emma Swan had vowed to protect her heart and his heart from any further heartbreak. Having grown up in the foster system, it wasn’t that hard. She’d felt she hadn’t been loved from a very young age, and even though her parents had eventually gotten her back at the age of 10 (they’d been 16 when they had her and thought they’d been giving her her best chance by putting her up for adoption), she still had those trust issues. Neal did nothing to help those issues, and even after he’d gotten out of jail five years later, he was barely there for Henry, despite only living a few neighboring towns over.

The problem though, was that Emma’s parents were the perfect fairy tale couple (despite the less than fairy tale teen pregnancy and adoption). They had met as children, the mayor’s stepdaughter and the farmer’s son. Her mother, Mary Margaret, and her father, David, had not hit it off at all. They fought like cats and dogs (David even had a scar on his chin from one such fight in which Mary Margaret threw a rock at him). It had eventually all come down to some school dance where they were forced to dance together as the dance’s king and queen, and they had never been apart since. They had married after college and established their careers, and when they had discovered they were pregnant with her little brother, Leo, they decided they wanted their whole family back together. Or at least, have contact with Emma if she’d found herself a loving home already. It took them a few years to find her, and it took Emma a few years to really trust them. After all, they had been the reason she’d been in foster care in the first place. And having a three-year-old brother practically right when she came to live with them sent those trust issues spiraling, as she’d been given up by the Swan family at the age of three when they’d conceived their own child. That was why she’d fallen for Neal so hard and fast. Her parents seemed like true love, and she’d wanted that too. But obviously it didn’t work out as well for her.

And sure, she’d tried finding another guy who could love both herself and Henry unconditionally, but something had always pulled at her gut right as she was walking down the aisle that made her run. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she didn’t want to regret marrying someone, even if she’d been pretty sure right until she walked down the aisle.

And that’s why Graham was perfect. He knew her. He was under no pretensions about her past. He was currently the town sheriff, but before that he’d been one of the local deputies that helped the FBI take Neal down at her first wedding (the fact that she can think first wedding when she’s never actually been married is still something that wars in her mind). They’d been friends for a long time, he being only three years older than her. And it was after her aborted marriage to Walsh that he finally made his feelings known. Henry already loved him, thought of him as a father figure, and that’s all that mattered. And here they were, a year later, getting ready to get married.

And she was going through with it this time.

“Graham! Graham!” She runs into the sheriff’s station high off the email she’s just received. “They canned him!” She says excitedly, shoving her phone in his face.

“I’m glad you’re here, Emma.” Graham says, dark blonde hair flopping in his face as he gives her a big ‘luckiest man in the world’ smile. “Try this on.” He hands her a large hiking backpack that he has at the station for some reason.

“Listen.” Emma says, absentmindedly putting her arms through the large pack’s straps as she reads. "Dear Ms. Swan, I apologize to you for this unfortunate matter. Killian Jones’ vlog will no longer be appearing on our site. Best of luck in your upcoming marriage! Belle French.” She closes her phone and looks at Graham who is now beside her but still holding the pack up, which feels really heavy.

“That’s my girl!” He grins at her, then his face becomes serious. “Now this is the weight of the pack you’ll be wearing on the Inca Trail.” Graham has always wanted to go hiking on the Inca Trail and see Machu Picchu. It’s not really something Emma has ever thought about doing, but it makes Graham happy. It was definitely a better idea than Walsh’s honeymoon plans, which involved seeing different monkey species in their natural habitats all throughout the US. Or August who wanted to go to New York Fashion week and try to crash the runway shows. And then she’s suddenly falling backwards as Graham’s strong hands move away from the pack and the sheer weight of it pulls her down to the ground.

“Um, I think it’s a little heavy, hon. Can you help me up, please?” But instead of helping her up he kneels down and starts peppering her with kisses. She squeals in delight as they start making out on the sheriff’s office floor. Hopefully, no one will come in and interrupt them.

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Emma is hanging out at Hairandelle, Elsa’s hair salon, while Henry is visiting with his Uncle Leo, when she sees the black Chevelle convertible drive through the center of town. It’s a weekend, so they do tend to get tourists, especially with the beautiful fall foliage that has started appearing on the trees. Elsa raises an eyebrow toward her. She knows how much Emma loves cars. She’d restored her yellow Beetle all by herself, the only other thing Neal had left her with besides Henry. And the Chevelle is beautiful. Emma is tempted to go outside and take a look, has actually opened the door when the driver (who she’d only been able to see from the back until now) gets out of the car, parked in front of the local B&B. He looks slightly familiar to Emma, and then he takes off his aviator sunglasses and Emma’s temper flares!

“I can’t believe him!” She yells as she slams the door behind her, the bell jangling all over the place. Elsa’s expression changes quickly from the knowing smile she’d been displaying previously to one of confusion.

“Can’t believe who?” Elsa asks.

“Killian fucking Jones!” She points out the window at the Chevelle. Emma doesn’t think she’s ever seen Elsa sprint from her seat so fast as she pushes past her to get a glimpse of the man in the flesh. They both stare at him over copies of fashion and hair magazines.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Emma asks, a little panicked. She can’t imagine it’s for anything good, not after getting him fired from his job.

“Maybe he’s here to apologize?” Elsa says. Emma looks at her as if she’s suddenly turned into a snowman.

“Doubtful.” She looks back over at him from behind the magazine and he turns toward them at that exact moment. He looks the same as he did on that awful vlog that he spoke on. Dark hair that was styled to look like he just rolled out of bed. Scruff on his chin that made Emma think things she really shouldn’t. Graham had the same type of scruff, he probably just makes her think of him. He’s talking to Leroy, the town gossip, and the grumpiest man she’s ever met (who likes to spend a lot of time in her jail cells after a night of drinking). He points straight toward them and then, they make eye contact. She squeaks and moves her magazine back up over her face. “Oh, god! Did he just see me?” She can feel her entire face flushing.

Elsa laughs. “He doesn’t know what you look like, remember?” She says patting her shoulder. But Killian Jones is now heading straight for them, and Emma is pretty sure Leroy just pointed her out to him.

“Shit!” Emma says as he continues toward the hair salon, a swagger in his step. She quickly jumps into one of the large bubble hair dryer stations, stuffs her hair up into the cap, flicks the machine on, crosses her legs, and puts the magazine up in front of her face just as the bell on the door starts jangling again.

“Hello.” Killian Jones says looking at Elsa intently, probably trying to figure out if she is the woman whose life he tried to ruin. “I’m looking for Emma Swan. Leroy over at the B&B said she was over here.” Emma wonders if Elsa would pretend to be her so she can make her escape. Elsa just gives him her patented eyebrow raise before asking him, “Are you a reporter?” like she doesn’t already know the answer. Emma smiles behind the magazine. Elsa’s going to mess with him. He’ll never know what hit him.

Killian Jones, to his credit, looks a bit taken aback that Elsa just straight up asked him if he was a reporter.

“What?” He seems to be trying to play it off as confusion instead of shock at being called out.

“It’s just that it’s been the most recent experience in our town that anyone asking about Emma happens to be a reporter wanting to interview her.” Elsa goes back to her style station and starts picking up various pairs of scissors, inspecting each pair.

“Because of her upcoming wedding?” Killian Jones offers.

“Oh, no.” Elsa says, turning back toward him brandishing a particularly sharp pair of scissors. “Because she got that asshole vlogger fired.” Killian Jones gives a nervous smile. Emma suppresses a giggle from behind her magazine and pretends to continue to be engrossed in the correct hairstyles for your face shape.

“I am just such a reporter.” He says sticking out his hand to shake Elsa’s. “And who might you be?”

“Elsa Frost. Yes, I get the Frozen jokes all the time.” She says never wiping the smile off her face. “And you are?”

“Looking for Emma.” Killian Jones says flashing a brilliant smile at Elsa.

“Of course. Emma -- Someone to see you.” Elsa yells directly at her. Killian turns to look at the only other person in the salon, herself, and Emma can’t bring herself to drop the magazine from her face quite yet. She should have known Elsa wouldn’t be subtle. It was not her style.

“Emma?” Killian asks, stopping right in front of her. Well, this couldn’t be more embarrassing.

Emma slowly puts the magazine down and gives Killian Jones her brightest smile, as if seeing that she isn’t affected by him will make him change his mind and leave. She remembers at the last moment that she has the bubble hair dryer over her head and manages to flip it up and not bump her head on it. She doesn’t need to completely mortify herself quite yet.

“I really don’t know how much more you can say, sir.” She will not give away the fact that she knows who he is. He thinks he’s playing it cool, but the fact that he’s a vlogger doesn’t hide who he is in the least. Which gives Emma an idea.

“Hey Elsa!” Emma yells out. Elsa comes back around toward them, her blonde braid swishing behind her. As planned, Killian looks at her as she comes around and Emma mimes cutting his hair behind him. Emma quickly puts her hands back to her sides when he looks back at her. “Do you think I should give this reporter the inside scoop on my wedding?” God she hopes he takes the bait. He looks back at Elsa expectantly.

“I think…” Elsa taps her fingers along her cheek, “no one interviews Emma in here without a haircut.” Her face is full of mirth, but her voice is serious as hell.

Killian’s eyes go wide. “Sorry, ladies, just had one.” He then runs his fingers through his hair as if to prove his point.

“Well,” Emma has another idea that she thinks they’d be able to pull off. “what about a nice hot towel for your face? Get all that city dirt out of your pores?” She gives him a wide smile. “I promise I’ll answer your questions.” Killian looks at her questioningly, but then decides to take the win. He gives a smirk and sits down in the chair.

“So, when’s the big day?” He asks while Emma puts the cape over him. Elsa props him back in the chair so he’s in a lying position.

“A week from Saturday.” Emma says in an upbeat voice. She sounds like one of those peppy cheerleaders she always hated in high school.

“Church wedding?” He asks with an amused look on his face.

“No. I’m not a church person.” Emma laughs at the notion. “We’re doing an outdoor ceremony in the woods at Graham’s cabin.”

“Sir.” Elsa interrupts. “I’m just going to put some lotion on your face, just to make it smoother. Your face will feel so nice once the hot towels are added.” She turns to grab what she needs and smothers a laugh that bursts out with a cough.

“Gum.” Emma explains. “She’s always choking on her gum.”

“So, Miss Swan. Are you nervous for your upcoming nuptials?” He asks, ignoring Elsa’s outburst altogether.

“No, but I have been having these bizarre dreams…” And Emma makes up a whole slew of bizarre wedding dreams including all her past grooms walking her down the aisle and looking down to find herself in a red, leather wedding gown.

“What do you think all that means?” She asks him as Elsa removes the hot towel from his face and puts him back up into a seated position.

“I’m not really quite sure,” he begins and puts his hand to his chin as if he’s truly thinking about her dilemma, but stops short when he realizes his scruff is no longer there. His eyes grow wide as he jumps up from the chair and turns toward the mirror.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Elsa says giving Emma a high-five. Killian doesn’t respond but stalks out of the salon instead. Emma follows him. She’s not done messing with him yet.

“Mr. Jones,” she says as she opens the salon door and rests against it while still open. “I hope you realize what a mistake it was in coming here. I’m not some simpering little girl that you can tell lies about and bully to make yourself feel good. You can’t make me feel bad.” She tries to sound casual about it and leaves her arms resting at her sides, even though every instinct in her body makes her want to cross her arms over her chest. But this guy knows body language. She could tell from the way he carried himself in his vlog. Crossing her arms makes her look mad and angry and she can’t give him that.

“I’m not here to make you look bad, Miss. Swan.” He scrubs his hands over his face in frustration. “But apparently you want to make me look bad.” He says as he rubs his now bare chin. He looks like a totally different person without his scruff. Younger, more innocent. “What I’m here for is revenge.” Killian gets up close to her. Too close for comfort. She can smell the chemicals from the hair removal product they used to rid him of his beard. But she can also see his blue eyes and while Graham’s eyes are also blue, Killian Jones eyes are a blue all unto themselves. Emma can see why women find him attractive. “In my heart I feel I’m right about you and I’m going to prove it. You got me fired, Swan. That’s not something I take lightly. You chew men up and spit them out. You’re going to do to this poor wanker what you did to your other three grooms. Run.” His eyes are practically black now. Emma can tell he’s getting off on this ‘dressing down’ of her, but she keeps the smile pasted on her face because she can’t let him see that he’s getting to her, no matter how off his theory about her may be. “You are going to run again, and I’m not leaving here until you do.” Emma almost expects him to jab a finger into her chest, but instead, he backs off and gives her a grin as if he won that round.

“You know Mr. Jones, I’d love to stay and discuss my psyche or whatever it is you think is my motivation for being a multiple time runaway bride, but unlike you, I actually have a job, one I need to prepare for. Goodbye.” She turns and walks off, resisting the urge to look back at him. She won’t give him the satisfaction.

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