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ursafootprints · 1 year

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today on "5k worth of a fic idea that I constantly spin around in my mind like a rotisserie chicken but am not invested enough in to actually write:"

Identity porn omegaverse dystopia AU; Peter is an infertile omega who, despite May's attempts to give him the best chances possible by scraping by to get him an education in both domestic skills and academics, has pretty much zero prospects for his future. Sure, she'll take care of him herself as the household alpha for as long as she can, but she knows a time will come when he'll be on his own, and she knows what happens to infertile omegas-- no matter how wonderful of a housekeeper or nanny or tutor she makes him into, who's going to hire him for that in earnest when he could be used for other things on the side, and who's going to marry an omega who can't give them children?

So one day, she’s helping clean up after a charity event for F.E.A.S.T. that was sponsored by Stark Industries, and she accidentally wanders into a back area and overhears something she's not supposed to through a door. Tony Stark himself, venting on a phonecall to a friend about how the executive board is starting to put real pressure on him to marry if he's going to continue to lead SI-- the public is starting to lose faith in him as a good alpha when he refuses to settle down with a beta or omega and share in his gifts as a protector and provider, yadda yadda, and no matter how much he argues that he's being a protector and provider for the whole country through his work at SI they aren't letting up, and he doesn't even want kids and he doesn't want to saddle some poor omega with the burden of being Mr.-or-Mrs. Stark and everything that goes with that, and they're even implying considering a motion of no-confidence, and and and--

May stands there and listens, and thinks about how she doesn't know Tony Stark personally, but he's made the news before by actually hiring highly-educated omegas (from overseas, where that's permitted) for research positions at SI, and she knows that he funds multiple different charities for omegas in distress, and--

She doesn't like being a charity case, but she does have an omega in distress. So she prepares her speech in her head, and once Tony's off the phone she steps into the room with him and closes the door behind her, and she lays it all out.

She has an omega nephew who's infertile, and he's going to be turning 18 in only a few short years, and she already can barely afford to take care of the both of them even with the tax breaks from claiming him as a dependent. So when he turns 18, sooner or later he'll have to go to work, and being an infertile unwed omega with no prospects means that he'll be nothing more than a glorified prostitute in any position he's hired for, no matter what his supposed job title says. He has the skills to be the perfect househusband, or hell, even a lab assistant if Tony doesn't mind training him up a little, he's smart and he's as educated as May could make sure of, and fine, yeah, he's pretty. And he's on the brink of a life of misery, and May does not want that for him, to the point that she's willing to ask for help from an alpha that she doesn't know and has no reason to actually trust, but if what Tony needs is a sham marriage where he'll get to prove he actually does have all those necessary alpha instincts that make him a good leader, without the expectation or even the possibility of children--

Tony cuts her off eventually, initially disgusted that he's being offered some kind of child husband as a solution to his problems and that May's apparently willing to pawn her nephew off on the nearest rich scumbag, but May straightens her shoulders and makes it clear: she would continue to scrape by for Peter as long as possible, but a day is going to come when that's not going to work anymore, and as much as it hurts her to do, giving Peter away to someone that at least has an incentive to treat him well is the best option she has. She puts it back on Tony: she's only offering Peter to some rich scumbag if he is one, so is he? Or is he actually willing to put his money where his mouth is and protect an omega in need, and help himself out in the process?

Tony sends her away without answering, and she's deflated over it for all of a day, because the next day she gets a phonecall to arrange a first date.

Peter is nervous when May explains it to him and apologizes for arranging things without his input, but also thrilled, because one of the things that May left out when she was describing Peter to Tony was that Peter is huge fan of his. Even aside from the fact that marrying Tony might genuinely be an escape from a very grim future, having Tony Stark as a husband is just unbelievable to think about, after Peter had all but given up on the idea of getting to be married at all once his infertility was diagnosed. It might be nerve-wracking too, marrying someone over twice his age that he'll barely get a chance to know before the wedding, and Peter hopes and hopes that Tony is as good of an alpha as he seems to be from television and magazines, but-- he can't help but be excited.

So he meets Tony at the tower for a lunch date, and Peter does his best to present himself with perfect manners and deference and charm because he doesn't really know how to put his best foot forward otherwise-- Tony's rich enough to have staff for the cooking and cleaning and homecare even if Peter wasn't any good at it, and after you take that and minding any children out of the picture Peter doesn't really know what he has to offer as an omega. (Well, he does, but Tony's expression turns sour at even the slightest hint of flirtation, and Peter doesn't know whether to be relieved that Tony obviously isn't after him just for his capacity to take a knot or terrified that maybe Tony isn't interested in him at all.) But then Tony directs the conversation toward Peter's studies instead, and-- Peter leaves still feeling unsure over Tony's feelings, but during that part of the conversation Tony did at least perk up and ask a lot of questions and even smile, so that's something.

Their next meeting is more of a business meeting than anything, so May is a bigger part of the conversation than Peter is. She negotiates the potential marriage contract aggressively in Peter's favor, to a point that even Peter is shocked by-- they don't even have a dowry to offer, so their bargaining power is next to nothing-- but Tony just shrugs and accepts all of her conditions, and even makes suggestions that May and Peter don't think to ask for.

And after agreeing to draw up a contract that includes all of May's demands, Tony turns to Peter and explains exactly what being Mr. Peter Stark will involve-- the incessant gossip and prying into Tony and Peter's private life, including Peter's infertility, the criticism from the press on Peter's looks and clothing and behavior every time Peter goes out in public, the fact that a lot of the people Tony has to keep company with are not at all progressive about omegas and Tony will do his best to protect Peter from that, but shutting the bullshit down in the aftermath won't shield Peter from having to hear it in the first place, the fact that Peter might find himself lonely with the huge shift in class if his friends grow distant or fake once he has money, etc. etc.

He makes it clear that he wants to be absolutely sure that Peter knows what he's signing up for, and that Peter's really thought it through before anyone signs anything. And Peter is touched by the gesture, but of course none of that is anything near as bad as what he has waiting for him otherwise, so-- a week later the paperwork is finalized and signed, Peter has his first kiss in front of his aunt and Tony's closest friend, and he becomes Tony Stark's husband.

He's nervous but not scared when Tony takes him to his new home and gives him the tour. He hasn't known Tony long, and he's heard the horror stories of alphas that were sweet and adoring right up until the wedding night, but-- Tony had been so concerned about Peter's comfort when they were negotiating the contract, and it even included clauses that would allow Peter to leave him, with something called alimony, so Peter feels pretty secure in the thought that Tony will at least be gentle with him, if not actually-- passionate.

But then Tony leads him past the bedroom with nothing more than a quick peek and a, "This is my room; feel free to find me in here if you need me," and takes Peter to another room down the hall where he stops and says, "Here's yours. The movers got here earlier, so feel free to change things around if it's not set up how you want it, and I got some new things for you that you'll need."

The 'new things' turn out to be a collection of beautiful suits and dress shoes and other accessories, and not-- what Peter thought they might be-- and the room is fully set up and organized, Peter's trinkets and tech scraps sorted into tasteful bins or proudly displayed. Peter's twin bed from his apartment with May has been replaced by a queen, and that he was expecting, but the bedding is a close match to what he had before, and the whole thing gives the impression of a stylish update to his childhood bedroom.

He's flattered and touched and a little embarrassed-- the room doesn't exactly scream 'married man,' but he does love it, and it was such a sweet gesture on Tony's part-- but Tony brushes off his breathless thanks in favor of talking about their plans for tomorrow. Tony wants to take him shopping-- Peter can wear whatever he wants, Tony says, but he thought Peter might appreciate some new casual options now that he was married, and they can go back to the bespoke place that Tony had given his measurements to for the suits if Peter wants some more formal options as well-- and then maybe to lunch, as a low-key introduction of the new Mr. Peter Stark to the world before they start having to tackle galas and red carpets.

And Peter is beside himself with gratitude and awe at Tony's thoughtfulness, and rapidly losing even the expected jitter of first-time nerves the longer they talk, and he makes his smiles soft and shy and inviting as the conversation starts to wind down--

But then Tony just claps him awkwardly on the shoulder with a, "Well, good night," and goes off down the hallway to his bedroom, leaving Peter lingering confused and a little disappointed in his own doorway without even a kiss.

At first Peter thinks Tony is just being overly-conscientious of Peter's comfort, so he does his best to show Tony that he's perfectly comfortable and that he trusts Tony and he's ready without being overly suggestive about it-- he still remembers how Tony reacted when Peter tried to flirt with him on their date-- but three days into their honeymoon week, Peter has met several of Tony's friends and eaten in fabulous restaurants and bought enough new things to make his head spin, but he still hasn't even been scented, much less anything else.

So that third night, he takes a risk on the idea that Tony needs him to be more overt about communicating his comfort, and when Tony tells him good night Peter leans in for a kiss. Just something chaste, nothing that should put Tony's hackles up if he finds immodest omegas a turn-off-- but Tony actually puts a hand against his shoulder and leans away, and Peter's stomach drops to his feet.

"I'm sorry," Peter apologizes immediately, weakly, chilled to the bone by what he can only interpret as the disgust in Tony's expression. Tony-- Tony wasn't affectionate, but Peter had never thought for a second that Tony hated him; it didn't even make sense that Tony would hate him when he had been so kind. "I'm so sorry-- I didn't-- I thought--"

"No-- Peter, you're fine," Tony sighs, but he doesn’t drop his hand from Peter's shoulder, holding him firmly at a distance. "I'm not-- we're not doing that. Okay? It's nothing personal; you're just too young for me."

"But I'm your husband," Peter says blankly, not quite processing what that could possibly mean.

"I know, and the fact that that's even allowed is an absolute failure of our legal system," Tony says with a grimace, finally letting go of Peter but shifting back two steps. "Look, I'm-- did your aunt not talk to you about this? I'm going to be a good alpha for you, you can do whatever you want and I'll make sure you stay safe and you have whatever you need to be happy, but this is just an on-paper thing, kid. You don't have to put yourself out there to get abused by knothead alphas; I don't have to bring kids into this world to screw up; we both get to have society see us as a healthy pair of red-blooded Americans mated to a different designation just like god intended. You don't have to do anything for me that you don't want to."

And Peter had known that it was mostly political-- well, that it was all political; he doesn't kid himself for a moment that he actually has anything to offer Tony that the man seems to be interested in-- but he hadn't realized the extent to which they weren't even going to pretend. People got married for political reasons all the time, but they still made the best of it-- they were still affectionate, they were still intimate, they were still partners--

The words 'what about my heats' almost make their way out of Peter's mouth before he remembers to keep things focused on his alpha's needs, not his own, and he says, "What about your ruts?"

"I'll handle them the same way I have for the last thirty-something years of my life?" Tony shrugs, brushing the idea off like it's nothing, but he must see the lingering conflict in Peter's expression. He sighs, and awkwardly ventures, "And for your heats... You can handle them however you have been so far, or you can buy some toys, or-- hell, if you want to find a strapping young alpha to help you through them, that's fine with me."

Peter is horrified.

"You want me to cheat on you?"

But Tony is just as dismissive of that as everything else, and he just says, "There's no fidelity clause in our marriage contract."

Peter doesn't know how to feel. Being with Tony so far has felt like a dream, and this-- this is still so much better than the alternative, this sham half-relationship where he's apparently meant to be-- Tony's ward moreso than his actual partner, so he knows it's entitled, he knows he shouldn't say it and that he's still making out like a bandit regardless of Tony's answer and he shouldn't even expect anything else, but--

"Are you going to cheat on me?" he asks, voice tiny, and Tony goes still.

It takes him a long time to answer. Enough time that Peter has started trying to acclimate himself to that reality-- being one of those omegas that everyone looks at with pity and shakes their heads over, whose alphas come home every day smelling like someone else, and-- well, it wasn't like anyone had ever been going to believe that he was enough to keep a leash on Tony Stark anyway, so it's stupid to be upset about it; people were going to assume Tony was cheating on him whether it was true or not. He can deal with that. It's fine.

"No," Tony says finally, slowly. "I-- kid, I'm sorry, I thought you knew how this was going to work. But no, I'm not going to cheat on you. The whole point is for me to be a good alpha to you, not to make you miserable."

"What about me being a good omega to you?" Peter asks, pressing his luck; his knees are already weak with relief so he doesn't know why he can't keep his mouth shut and stop talking back, but he's just-- in shock.

Tony grimaces again, shaking his head, and says, "I don't need you to be a good omega to me, kid; I'm a grown man and I can take care of myself. What kind of person do you want to be? Do you want to-- study science and learn to build computers, do you want to design new LEGO sets, do you want to do music or travel the world or run charities like your aunt? Worry about that. Figure out what you want to do and tell me and we'll make it happen, but don't worry about me."

And it is a dream come true, being told he can be or do whatever he wants-- who said stuff like that, who let their omegas behave that way?-- but Peter is still stuck, because--

"What if I want to worry about you?"

"You don't," Tony says bluntly, such an abrupt shutdown that it doesn't even hurt. "You've just been told that's the only thing you're good for your entire life, so you think it's what you're supposed to do, but it's not true."

And Peter-- doesn't know whether to be offended, not that he could act on it even if he did. It is offensive, being told his own mind, but he can see that Tony's frustration is for him and not at him, and that this is Tony trying to-- be sweet, somehow, in his own way--

Tony says, "You have so many better things you could be doing than wandering around after me in case I need something, all right? I'm a big boy; I can get my own snacks and pick up my own socks. So let's figure out what your 'better things' are."

--And Peter is still utterly befuddled by it, and doesn't really understand what Tony is getting at with how he's been essentially groomed to be obedient/deferential and suppress his own needs in favor of his alpha's, and he's still nursing a little bit of hurt and disappointment and grief that Tony doesn't want him at all and that their marriage is nothing but a mask all the way down, but.

They spend the rest of their honeymoon week with Peter trying out different things and getting different experiences to see if he likes them, and by the time Tony goes back to work, Peter has a private tutor to help him get an education past the last level that was available to him as an unmarried omega, and his own workspace in the apartment for his tinkering, and a personal chaperone so that he can go to whatever museums or expos he wants with an extra layer of security beyond what just his wedding ring provides.

It works, even though it still chafes Peter a bit to be treated essentially as a foster child instead of a husband, especially when he's in heat and Tony tends to him like an alpha parent does for an omega child instead of like a lover, and especially when they travel overseas and Tony actually takes his wedding ring off and won't introduce Peter as his mate.

("I'm not trying to cheat on you, Pete; things are just different here," Tony explains, and Peter doesn't get it because everyone already knows that Tony Stark is married and who to, but-- things are different overseas, and it is a little bit thrilling to see omegas wandering around so freely, living whatever lives they want to lead, and Peter is too nervous to go exploring without Tony or Happy anyway but the idea that he could is incredible.)

But they fall into a routine, and Peter's still so grateful for getting to live a life alongside Tony even if it isn't exactly what he had pictured.

And then-- and here's why the "not going to actually write it" disclaimer, 3k words in, because that would allllllllllllllll just be set-up for:

Peter goes on a tour of the Osborn building as a part of his science education, and he's trying to get more comfortable with not needing a chaperone when he's out in public because maybe Tony will start treating him more like an adult if he tries to be more independent, so he doesn't stay put and wait while his tutor is in the bathroom, aaaaand he gets bit by a radioactive spider.

And as he's realizing in the aftermath how it's changed his body-- how he's strong now, stronger than any alpha, stronger than ten alphas-- he starts... thinking about things. About all those vigilantes he's heard of, out on the streets, putting themselves at risk to protect people. About how many times he's had to walk past omegas with black eyes and 'wedding rings' that they wore around their necks, his head lowered in vicarious shame. About how maybe-- if he was brave enough-- if he could shake off that nervousness that told him he needed a chaperone, that he was doing something wrong by being an omega out on his own--

So he does.

Tony bites his tongue about it when Peter starts going out on his own, because he's stressed to Peter over and over how he wants Peter to do whatever he wants, and he genuinely doesn't know where the line between 'controlling alpha' and 'responsible adult' is when he's married to a literal child, but he relaxes when Peter starts coming back bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and thriving with his new independence.

...Until he sees enough clips of this "Spider-man" that it piques his interest, and does enough research to figure out who it is.

He and Peter fight about it, which is wild and new because Peter never actually talks back to him, raised with those perfect omega manners, and only ever gently questions Tony during those moments where all Tony's doing is trying not to treat him like a piece of property.

But Peter throws all of that back in his face now, arguing that Tony is the one who always says that Peter should do what makes him happy, he should do whatever he wants, and he shouldn't base his entire life around what he thinks Tony wants because he's his own person, and this makes him happy, this is the 'better thing' that he can be making of his life if Tony's not going to give him the dignity of at least pretending he has any value as a husband--

And Tony doesn't know how to argue about it, because he has said all those things, but Peter is also a child and it's not right for him to be throwing himself around putting himself in danger like that, and-- and also he didn't know Peter was so fucking bitter about Tony not treating him as an actual spouse, and he hates that for Peter because it's not going to change anytime soon but it's also fascinating, somehow, to hear Peter be sharp with him after nearly a year of nothing but polite deference--

He rubs a hand over his face and says, "Pete, if any of those alpha criminals get their hands on you--"

And Peter takes a liberty he's never taken before-- he hasn't tried to touch Tony on his own initiative at all since that failed attempt at a kiss, except to shrink against his side when he was uncomfortable in public-- and takes Tony's wrists gently in hand and walks him back until Tony's pinned to the wall without a single hint of strain, and he just says, "Try."

He's not mean or even condescending about it, instead watching Tony with a plaintive plea for Tony to understand. So Tony accepts the challenge, and-- he's seen the videos, he did know how fucking strong Peter had to be to do those things, but it's not until he's struggled fruitlessly against Peter's grip to the point that he's breathless with it that it really, truly sinks in.

So then he's standing there, red-faced and panting and pinned to the wall by Peter's unfaltering grip around his wrists, and he registers the way that Peter's expression has changed, all dark-eyed and flushed even though holding Tony in place clearly wasn't a strain for him at all, and he registers how close they're standing to each other, and he registers how heavy Peter's scent is in the air, all warm honey sweetness--

And he says, "All right, fine, you win," because he suddenly needs to not be having this conversation anymore.

He does take some steps, though. He builds Peter a better suit, and he loads it with an AI to take care of him and to alert Tony if Peter starts getting in over his head. And Peter accepts it with genuine gratitude, and it helps Tony feel a little better, but-- Peter gets hit so hard sometimes, and there are so many situations where Tony wouldn't even have time to intervene before Peter could be critically injured or even dead on the spot, and Tony doesn't honestly know what he thinks he would be able to do about it if Peter did get in over his head, it's not like he has super powers--

But then he gets to thinking, and in all honesty, it's not like he needs actual superpowers, is it? When he could just build himself something. Something that would let him actually help Peter while he was out there, fighting for the good of a world that would've thrown him to the wolves in half a second if Tony hadn't intervened, if May Parker hadn't had the strength to ask for help-- and if for some reason Peter seems to hate it when Tony actually speaks into his heroing, like it's some kind of insult that Tony wants him to be safe, maybe he'll accept some help from someone else--

Peter doesn't know what to think of Iron Man when he comes on the scene, at first. It's a little irritating how often he tries to tell Peter to hang back, when he clearly doesn't even have the same amount of experience that Peter does, but it's not too long before Iron Man's deferring to Peter instead, and then it's not too long after that that they become a pretty good team. And once Iron Man learns to treat him as an equal, Peter finds that he's funny and thoughtful and sweet, and he tells Peter whatever he wants to know about how the armor works, and--

Peter has never for a second actually considered exploiting the lack of an infidelity clause in his and Tony's marriage contract. But there is something a little-- addictive, about having the respect and attention of this brilliant armor-clad alpha, when his actual alpha still treats him like a child, and he starts... thinking.

And Tony has never for a second actually thought of Peter as an actual mate. He's too young; that would be-- disgusting. But-- Peter's almost an entirely different person in the suit, or maybe he's just an entirely different person when he's not with Tony-- his alpha-- because Spider-man is all sass and vinegar and unyielding strength of character, and Tony wishes that Peter would bring some of that home with him instead of the return of his unending soft-spoken deferential politeness, because if he did--

If he did--

On second thought, Tony's not going to think about it.

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lovedrots · 2 years

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hii! i love your work :) how about peter x stark!reader where y/n and flash are forced to be partners for a project but peter gets adorably jealous over the whole thing <3

ii. what he doesn't have

ii . what he doesn’t have - p.p. x stark!reader

synopsis : being a stark means that almost everyone is chasing after you for schoolwork help, being a “genius’s” daughter. so, what happens when you happen to be paired for a project with the one and only flash thompson – with your boyfriend, peter parker, in the same class?

warnings : mild swearing, insecure pete :(, flash being a bully as always

a/n : thank you for the compliment and request, angel! i’ve tried my best to get our boy’s insecure and jealous side down, but please bear with me if it’s off at all. ps; it may be a little rushed? <3

word count : 2,737

all you’ve known since you were a kid were luxuries, crime-scenes, and a fair share of booksmarts. all thanks to your surname; stark.

yeah, a part of you enjoyed the whispers of awe, the freebies you got when you were out. but school? that was a whole other situation in itself.

you were constantly surrounded and berated by students, offering cash, – as if you needed any more – snacks, their souls, for you to do their projects, finals, or homework for them. though you could understand where they came from, it did nothing to soothe your anxiety and annoyance.

the only thing that did help, was your boyfriend. peter benjamin parker.

each morning he awaited you at your locker, doe-eyes locked onto you like you were the moon and sun. under his gaze, everything melted away, and you felt as if you were wrapped in a freshly washed blanket.

but, lets not get ahead of ourselves. after all, every relationship, no matter how loving, comes with its downsides. you and peter’s?

jealousy.

when you weren’t spending every moment of every day together, peter would watch you as you got flocked by hopeful, puppy-loving boys and girls. though you’d always proudly shown your boyfriend off to the world, it didn’t exactly stop the declarations of ‘love’ from rolling in.

and today was really no different. you and peter walked hand-in-hand down the halls of midtown high, floating above everyone else, whispering in each others ears, grins plastered on your faces. to everyone else, it looked as though you were exchanging compliments, words of romance.

but, what you were really discussing?

what the two of you wanted to research for today’s announced chemistry project.

“what about the fritz harber’s experiments?” you offered, wrecking your brain for ideas. you knew that your teacher would provide everyone lists of suggestions, but you had always preferred to think of something on your own. the lists were your fallback plan.

“that feels more like a history subject,” he countered, biting his lip. “other than going into detail about chemical warfare – which, again; history – there isn’t much we can do.”

you threw your head back in exasperation, wishing you could fall to the floor then and there. this project had to be perfect. it was your ticket to m.i.t., or any ivy league college, for that matter.

the two of you volleyed suggestions back and forth, bickering, laughing, and brooding, ‘till you reached the open door to ms. warren’s classroom. peter gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a reassurance. even if it took a few hours of brainstorming, you’d come up with something. you had to.

you strayed from him, taking your assigned seat a few tables away. you weren’t a big fan of the arrangement, but you knew the teacher only wanted the best for you. especially after peter and you had wasted days worths of time whispering to each other, when you should have been paying attention.

the rest of the class tumbled in as the bell chimed, sitting in their respective corners, voices dialing down to a hush as ms. warren stood, a stack of papers – what you assumed to be the project rubric – in her hands.

“class,” she curtly nodded. “i believe we all know what today is, yes?”

you all muttered your agreements, shifting in your chairs, eger to get to work. you didn’t have much time to complete it, after all; only a week. normally, you’d get two. or more.

the lady grinned in approval, thumbing through the stack, pulling out a singular list from the bunch. “now, normally, i would let you guys choose your groups. but, upon recent mishaps,” her eyes narrowed to two boys, who had caused a minor fire while goofing off in class during the last project, “i’ve taken … extra precautions. i’ve decided to arrange partners by last name. if all goes well, you can return to your normal pairs.”

you shot up in year seat, alarms going off in your head. you and peter’s eyes met at the same moment, both of you pouty and distraught. this would be one of the first projects you would do separately.

the teacher began reading off a list of names, passing out yellow-print rubrics as she brushed between tables.

you fiddled with the bent edge of your paper, waiting for her to near the ‘s’ section.

what didn’t occur to you, was that you were the only ‘s’ in the class.

“eugene – flash – thompson, and y/n stark,” she went on until she hit the end of the list with a click of her tongue. she found her way back to her desk, sitting cross-legged upon her plush seat. before any of your peers could whine in protest, she waved her finger, eyes shooting daggers. or, more accurately, threats of an ‘F’ on your papers. “if i hear any one of you complain, i won’t hesitate to try this experiment again,”

needless to say, the lot of you shut up.

“off you go,” she announced with the wave of her hand. off you went, indeed; the classroom was a mess, students trying to find their partners – some even struggling to figure out who, exactly, they were paired with. it was a frenzy.

but, it was no issue for you.

how could it be, when you were with the flamboyant, arrogant, rather bastardous flash. you’d despised him ever since liz’s house party, when he had publicly made a fool of poor peter parker. you were a tad bit annoyed at ned, too – but that was a different story. ned was still one of your best friends. but flash? god, he was just a bully.

you slid into the seat next to him, and though you met his gaze, your eyes were anything but kind. “listen here eugene,” you huffed, “i’m just here to get our work done. this does not mean i see you as anything more than trash.”

flash scoffed, as though to cover up the fact that he was (very obviously) butt-hurt. “i don’t need to hear that from someone with penis-parker. it’s flash, by the way. not eugene.”

you chuckled, fiddling with the end of your number two pencil. “right, sorry eugene. but i don’t think you should talk that way to someone with such close contact to your beloved spider-man.”

he puckered his lips, face growing sour. “oh, come on. everyone loves spider-man. he’s awesome. i’m not abnormal, like your boy-toy. unless you’re referring to my good looks and class.” he wiggled his brows, and though it wasn’t his intent, you only cackled louder at his unwavering cockiness.

earning a glance from peter.

the poor boy, already brooding from ms. warren’s new arrangement, seemed to deflate further. he couldn’t exactly pick up what you were talking about. all he saw was your face lighting up, laughing at – what he assumed to be – a stupid joke made by his bully.

throughout the period, you and flash bickered to no end. poking fun at each other's hair, clothes, even your friends. though you both had malicious intent, peter couldn’t help but catch flash slipping up; his hand lingering next to yours, even when you pushed him away, calling you silly nicknames, though you angrily told him to stop. the way he brushed the hair out of your face, before you swatted his hand away, threatening to chop his beloved body parts off. the whites of your boyfriend’s knuckles showed, him wishing he could simply pounce off the walls and leave a bruise on the other’s sad mistake of a face.

when the bell rung, you didn’t hesitate to hop off the chair quick as lighting, snatching up your notebook and pens. you didn’t even bother to bid flash good-bye, even when he extended a card with his number plastered in gold letters.

a card that you ignored. what sort of stuck-up kid carried a fake business card with them?

slinging your backpack over a shoulder, you skipped over to pete, mindlessly taking his hand; a habit you gathered a month into dating. he seemed to squeeze your fingers tighter than usual, and though you thought nothing of it, it didn’t stop you from noticing as you left the school house.

on the way back to peter’s apartment, the boy seemed awfully quiet. he even refused to look you in the eye, syrup-brown eyes gazing into storm drains, or up at street lamps. though, they seemed so far off, as if he wasn’t truly present. you had been chattering on-and-off for the entire ten minute walk home, stopping only when you realized he really wasn't content on responding, no matter how many times you called his name. for someone whose senses were dialed to, like, two hundred, he sure was good at ignoring situations.

you had iterated the same question six times to him, before you gave up, your grip on his hand growing tighter, as if you were afraid he would let go.

reaching his loft number, he unlocked the front door, calling out for aunt may.

not home. likely getting takeout, he had suggested gruffly.

peter dropped his bag down next to yours, making a beeline for his bedroom; the room you’d spent so many sleepless nights together in.

you followed him, hand colder now that he let you go. “pete, are you okay?” you asked gently, sitting next to him on the bed, your shoulders touching. the boy moved impossibly closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, arms encircling your waist.

he was only this needy after a bad day.

“peter?” you whispered, lips pulled into a frown. “hey, talk to me. did i do something? you know you can tell me anything. i won’t look down on you.”

“you will,” he responded, pulling his head back to look at you, at last. his usually soft eyes seemed sharper, sculpted with anger. “it’s – it’s not you i’m angry with. flash; he should know who you belong to. not that you’re an object! i just – i just can’t. i can’t watch him take the only thing that i have to myself. he shouldn’t have been touching you, your hands, your face –”

your stare softened, cupping his pouting face in both your hands. ‘that’s what this fuss is about? flash? i knew it was a special case. these things happen wayyy to much for it to have just been normal jealousy.”

he leaned into your touch, nodding as he pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “he gets everything he wants. and people don’t even actually like him! he’s mean, and annoying, and …” his voice broke, and with it, so did your heart. “you’re the only thing of mine that he doesn’t have.”

his sniffles had you wiping salty tears from his pink cheeks, the once harsh gaze in his eyes now soft. sad. “you know how i feel about flash. he’s a total bitch.”

“but you laughed with him. i’m telling you; he’s trying to take you, to get to me. and he’s better, in more ways than one. he’s rich. confident.”

“laughed with him?” you breathed a ghost of a giggle. “pete, i was laughing at him. the idiot’s the most hypocritical, egotistical ass in the world. even my dad couldn’t beat him there. and, why would i ever need his wealth?”

“... you’ve got a point,” peter huffed, sucking on his teeth. “but he touched you … still …”

“and i told him off for it,” you shrugged, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “you know i wouldn’t let anyone else do that with me.”

“y/n, am i stupid? for getting jealous?” he asked meekly, swallowing the lump in his throat. he’d been pondering the question during the walk home, shutting out all noise in the process. after all, you had rejected his enemy’s moves bluntly. you hadn’t even accepted his phone number. but it still bugged him. he knew you wouldn’t ever leave him for eugene thompson of all people, but having anyone show romantic interest in you was like a knife to the heart.

your brows narrowed. “stupid? no, pete, never. that guy’s the dumb one, for ever thinking he had a chance against you,” you scoffed. “i mean, he has a mustache, for thor’s sake.”

the joke lured a gurgle of a laugh from your companion. “thank’s, y/n/n,” he murmured, bringing his face closer to yours, inch by inch.

when his lips captured yours, you savored it. if you hadn’t been sitting, you would have collapsed, your knees feeling so week at his touch. it was different, this time. normally, his kisses were sweet, short. endearing. but in that moment, it was greedy, almost devouring, as if he was happy to simply drown in the essence of you. he tasted like blueberry pie, and you were more than eager to explore it all, the fluttering in your stomach something you could never get used to, and –

“you kids home?” a feminine voice called from the corridor. you pounced off of peter, stumbling back, up against his closet.

“yeah,” he shouted, though his voice was that of a mouse. he looked at you for approval, red blotting his cheeks and nose. you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, the poor guy in front of you very obviously distraught.

you heard shuffling in the background, plastic bags being undone. “lovely!” may hummed. “i got us tacos. i was going to make a stir-fry, but …”

“it’s fine, may. thank you,” you said through strings of giggles. you offered peter an outstretched hand, which he gratefully took, pulling himself off the bed. you knew he could do it on his own with ease, but the small action touched his heart.

you laced your fingers through his, leading him into the dining room, takeout boxes neatly unfolded. “is something wrong?” may asked doubtfully, eyeing peter’s puffy eyes and flushed face. you wore a devil’s grin, which your boyfriend could only take as, ‘we’ve got a new story to tell your aunt.’

and there was certainly no backing you down.

the rest of the night was spent on the three of you laughing over your dinner, peter pouting as you gleefully exposed his fit only moments ago (making sure to leave out the insecure bits. you weren’t willing to shatter his trust in you, after all).

needless to say, it was 2:45 a.m. by the time peter swung you back to the tower.

a week had passed, and you were exhausted. each meeting you had with flash, the more you seemed to hate the guy. it had gotten to the point where you gave him an ultimatum; if he talked to you about anything that wasn’t related to the project, you would ‘show spidey his fan-accounts.’ specifically, the embarrassing ones, like when he theorized that spider-man was the lovechild of tony stark and some monstrous spider-queen.

a scene you really didn’t need to visualize, regarding your dad.

and it worked. he stopped touching you, stopped talking to you outside of your class time. he even stopped making fun of peter, when you were around. which was basically all the time.

but now, the two of you were wrapping up your presentation. you had spent hours and sleepless nights on your gadget. even pete had pitched in some help, which you thankfully repaid him for by helping code his own machine.

you dramatically bowed at the end of your speech, earning a laugh from your peers. the last project of the day, finally completed. hopping off the mini-stage, you skittered to your lover, letting him wrap you in an embrace. “i’m so proud of you!” he cheered, ruffling your hair.

you made a noise similar to whining, ducking to avoid the further messing up of your appearance. “i don’t think anyone could top yours, though.”

he grinned like a little kid, his chest puffing with pride. you were so focused on cooing over him, that you hadn’t noticed your project partner sauntering in your direction.

“yo, y/n/n! i think we work pretty well together. we sho–”

“don’t talk to my girlfriend,” peter snapped, grip on your silhouette tightening.

you nodded in approval, rubbing his back. “you tell him, baby,” you sniggered, joyful that your boyfriend had so openly shot down the bastard.

… and, seeing flash’s baffled face was a plus, you supposed.

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foreverrogers · 2 years

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james: one day peter makes a web in your apartment for you two to lay down on! but it’s perfect for eating on too 😉

peter's cooking up some new web fluid and wants to test its... endurance

sorry in advance that this isn't that smutty my brain stopped working <3

cw: smut!! 18+!!! teasing, fingering, peter parker has ulterior motives {1k}

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

"babe! come in here!"

six hours after peter had locked himself into your bedroom, your first thought is finally.

he gets in these little fixations sometimes, when he has a new idea and has to inact it immediately, won't let anybody else see what he's diligently tinkering away at until he's absolutely certain its perfect.

"pete." hand still frozen on the handle, you take in the state of your room, thin strands of webbing dripping from the ceiling and the desk and the dressers, slowly disintegrating before your eyes. you feel a light string of it fall onto you from above, and when you move to untangle the substance from your hair your fingers come away sticky.

"yeah, it's a mess, i know, i'll clean it up later, promise, just look."

peter gestures towards the dense lattice of webs that stretches across the other side of the room, extends wall to wall over your bed, a different type than any you had ever seen him use before.

you walk towards it slowly, examining the thin sheet closely as you reach out to touch it. it gives a little under your pressure, but holds surprisingly tough as you lean against it.

"how did you..." you turn to him, and peter is beaming so proud and wide you forgive him for the mess in an instant.

"it's a new formula, kinda like a... web bomb. for catching people, hopefully."

"is it strong enough?"

"that's kinda what i was hoping you could, uh... help me with."

you raise your eyebrows a little, watch the light blush that tinges his cheeks and decide not to question his request.

you lean forward, both hands pressed against the web now, taut under your touch as you place more and more of your weight against it. once you're confident it'll hold you bring one knee up, slowly crawl up onto the swaying surface until you're feet lift up from the ground.

you turn lightly, sitting and leaning against your palms, hold your breath as you let the web bounce you up and down like the springs of a mattress. there's no creaking as it steadies, keeps you hovering above the bed with ease. peter grins at you, and you grin back.

peter's not as cautious as you were, dives headfirst beside you and makes you grip onto the edge of the web to stop it from propelling your body onto the floor.

you squeal a little, a light sound that melts into a giggle that peter happily shares with you, hand shooting out to your wrist to keep you steady.

"seems pretty strong to me," you mutter, still smiling, and when peter meets your eyes again he looks so happy you could melt.

his expression turns more thoughtful, edged with a mischief that makes you unsure what he's about to suggest next. "still need to test how much movement it can take, though."

"what did you have in mind?"

peter raises his brows at you, tilts his head with a light smile on his lips and blush darkening in his cheeks. there's a glint in his eye, undoubtedly, blatantly suggestive.

you narrow your eyes at him. "peter parker, was this all an elaborate rouse to build a sex swing in our home?" you try to sound a little scandalised with the end of it, our home, as if you and peter hadn't committed far more scandalous acts in bed together.

"no," he defends immediately, but he's still got that smirk on his face, and as he shifts to lay on his side and press up on one elbow the hand at your wrist moves to dance over your thigh. "i just didn't get to touch you this morning."

it's a devastating thing to hear, objectively, devastating to your heart rate and the state of your underwear. you try to swallow it down. "yeah, because you evacuated the room as soon as you got up. got ejected from my own bed at eight in the morning."

peter's smile widens a little, leans closer, fingers just inching between the legs you make a point of squeezing shut. "let me make it up to you, then."

your eyes soften a little, not only because the warmth of his hand between your legs is impossibly tempting, but because it was useless to try to stay even mock annoyed at him for any amount of time.

then, because you don't reply quick enough, "for science?"

it makes you laugh, and peter takes it as a cue to hover even closer, dips his head to kiss the peak of your jaw and slowly back up to your lips. "you know nothing gets me hornier than science."

peter's kiss is soft at first, all warm and innocent despite the way you relent to his attempts, let up a little to let him part your legs and slot his hand perfectly over you. "you're joking..." another kiss, chastely pressed to your lips before he starts down the other side of your jaw, waits until he's just beside your ear to continue speaking. "but i see the way you look at me in those lab coats at school."

"pete," you say, one part warning and two parts pleading, and you can feel him smile as his hand moves to unbutton your jeans and quietly sneak beneath the fabric of your underwear.

he's still not really touching you, palm pressed feather light against your clit as two fingers dip in just enough to feel how soaked you already are. "want me to put it on for you?"

"i believe you were saying something about-" you gasp lightly, a shallow inhale at the feeling of his fingers sinking into you. he brings his face back above yours, just so he can smile at you and watch the struggle on your face as you attempt to keep up your attitude. "something about making it up to me?"

"oh, i will, honey," he mutters, leans down to kiss the corner of your lips. "don't you worry."

come join my 1.5k sleepover!

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Hello!!!.

I wanted to know how a Yandere Bruce Wayne or Yandere Tony Stark would react to a SO who adores children?

She has great patience and understanding when caring for them, and simply says openly "Yeah well, hahaha, I'd have 6 kids if I could".

We know that Bruce, at this rate, would adopt half the planet if he could. And Tony… well Tony has a soft spot for kids too.

Ohohoho I sure can! You are clever enough to put your finger on a topic that nearly all yanderes adore to have with their darling, children!

I can't help myself so I will do both of them, sorry not sorry! Hehe our father material men both are excellent for being a father. But still there would be different scenarios for different choices if you know what I mean so here we go!

Bruce Wayne:

You are the perfect one for Bruce, no kidding, you really would fit well into his family. His children are all problematic and try to live on through their problems on their own, even Bruce himself is like this, with you being around he'd be the luckiest superhero on the planet. But it seems life is smiling on him brightly when he finds out about your love for children as if things couldn't get better!

In general, you two will have so many different charities for orphans, and you'd be allowed to legally adopt and support children remotely and be able to help them study and find jobs. If you are willing to have children of your own not only Bruce but the old Alfred would be thrilled. New babies for the family are a miracle to our good Alfred and you'd be cherished like a Saint by him. The boys would love to see more little feet waddle around the manor, even Jason is supportive of this idea. But the one that's even pushing you into having babies is Damian, your boy, who was insisting on you two having children from the start so he could have more blood siblings.

But if you're not into having children of your own, or you're not capable of doing so, it's still a win-win situation for the family. The world is filled with orphan children's super powers or great potential for being great and Bruce would be happy to welcome more children into the family, even if it doesn't please Damian at all. You'll be the mother of countless children, caring for each of them with so much love that in the future they'd remember you as the one who saved the family from the chaos it was falling into.

Tony Stark:

Tony, oh our Tony is not believing his ears when he finds out about your love for children. But when the holiday reminds him of what you had said, the guy is baffled. He must have found out sooner, the signs were there! The way you got along with Peter and other kids around must have been noted by him, how oblivious he could be? But don't worry, he won't let you down, as a man that has a soft spot for children, but can not connect with them well because of his busy schedule, you were his savior.

Charities aside, he'd love to have children with you, having a family always has been on his to-do list but he couldn't put it in his schedule, well, until you came along. The Stark family will grow and flourish because of you, and since you mild down Tony's anxieties and give him something more than his creations to spend time with, Tony would be a better man, not to mention how much he needs someone to stop him from being too reckless.

Even if having children of your own is not an option, Tony would be happy to adopt children. He has so much money that he could buy a country, he can support as many as children he wants, but there's only one condition, Peter has to be the first one on the adoption list, even if he's going to be an adult, Tony wants Peter to be under your wing and be supported emotionally by you. You're his savior angel, and many will remember you as a loving friend and motherly figure to the world.

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere bruce wayne #yandere dc #yandere marvel #yandere tony stark #yandere iron man #yandere x reader

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kxokiemonster · 2 years

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Friendly reminder that Remus and Regulus were friends. Really good friends. So friends that the kissed from time to time.

They weren't atracted to each other but they did some heavy flirting and a peck on the lips from time to time.

It wasn't something they did every day, it was a last resort they had when their boyfriends were being stupid.

It started one day when the Marauders were in sixth year and Regulus was in his fifth. Sirius had said some pretty dumb shit that made Remus furious. By the end of the day, he couldn't even remember what Sirius had said, he only knew that he had to apologize.

"Aren't you being a big dramatic, Moony?" asked Peter, his eyes darting from Remus to Sirius.

It was always uncomfortable when they fought. It was uncomfortable when any of them fought, but especially Remus and Sirius since they applied the silence law which mean everything was so very silent.

"Yes, Moony, aren't you?" asked Sirius with an ironic tone.

"Aren't you a piece of shit, Pandfoot?" he bite back. "I'm not being dramatic, Sirius have to apologize or else"

"Or what?" Sirius huffed.

Remus looked over Sirius' bed. Normally, it would be empty or a puddle of everyone's clothes they didn't want to fold. It was occupied by Sirius, who didn't want to be next to Remus at the moment.

"Or I'll look for someone better," he announced serious.

Sirius scoffed, amused by the idea. "Better than me?"

"I still have another Black brother," Remus reminded him.

James, who was buried in his book trying not to take part in the conversation, looked up like a deer in the lights. "Regulus?"

Sirius frowned at James, a tension visible in the air. "Prongs, don't," he warned.

"I didn't do anything!" James complained putting his hands up in surrender.

"I know you. You have that I-want-to-shag-him look"

"How do you even know what do I look like when I want to shag someone?"

"Please," Sirius laughed. "And anyone has better possibilities with Reggie than you"

"That's why I'm going to get him," Remus announced, feeling forgotten.

Remus stood up and stepped out of the room, the other three Marauders quick to follow him.

Remus didn't need long to localize Regulus, studying in the library next to Barty and Pandora. The Black was so inmersed in his book he needed a few seconds to notice them, only looking up when Barty gave him a little pat in the head.

"Your lover boy," announced Barty chewing his quill.

Regulus looked at James, hearts coming out from his eyes. Barty, Pandora and Sirius buffed at the pair.

"Oi, Regulus," Remus called, a little nervous.

"Oi, Remus," he copied with humor. "Need something?"

"Kiss me"

"Okay"

A silence set in, everyone holding their breaths. Pandora looked at Remus amused, Barty's jaw was close to the floor and Sirius was frowning.

Remus bent down, connecting his lips with Regulus. Regulus cupped Remus' face with his hands and one of Remus' hands grabbed Regulus by the back of the neck, their lips moving softly against each other.

When they parted, the air felt so much colder. Regulus went for a last peck with a smile.

"Why was that for?" Regulus asked like it was nothing.

"Proving Sirius I could do so much better," he explained without letting go of Reg, their faces still close.

"Oh, yeah. You could do infinitely better," he nodded with a smile.

James bent to Sirius, whispering to his best mate. "Is this hot or should we feel jealous?"

"I'm more inclined to chop Reggie's head off," Sirius growled.

"Yeah, yeah. Jealous it is," James nodded absently.

So every time since then, when James or Sirius did something stupid, Regulus and Remus united forces and started acting like the perfect couple and giving each other little kisses to annoy their boyfriends.

#marauders era #marauders #regulus black #marauders headcanon #barty crouch jr #remus lupin #sirius lupin #james potter #jegulus #wolfstar #moonwater #y'all are so bad for that ship namd

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gloriouspower · 1 year

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Hello👀

I'll leave a request and let you write if you like the idea

What about Wanda and R dating in high-school

But r is more the nerdy/athlete while wanda is the smart and popular girl and she's not ready to tell people about their couple and she thinks it would make her lose her friends because they don't really like y/n's group (like peter parler and all..)

So y/n get impatient cause she feels like wanda is ashamed of her.. You can choose what happened after this, it's up to you :3

Tell me what you think of the idea hahaha

A/n : this is my first Wanda fic so if there are any mistakes or i got something wrong feel free to remind me but hate is not accepted, this idea is so cute omggg, so i portrayed Wanda as Street smart and not much academic smart while a bit vice versa for the reader, i wanted a fluff ending so i did just that ❤️

Perfect ♡

Pairing : Wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Summary : request

ROSE 🌹

Warning : insecurity, little bit of angst if you squint, fluffy fluff and more fluff in the end 🤭

Note : i loved writing this so much 😭 i felt like i was in the moment, anyways what's important, i haven't set up the rules for requesting yet for this blog so to let y'all know i WON'T be taking character x male reader as i don't want to upset the dynamic and I'm a female so yeah, enjoy 😁

Word count : 1.4k kinda proof read

"word" - dialogue

Glossary : y/n - your name, y/n/n - your nickname

dragul meu - my love (in romanian), i searched and saw an article saying Wanda and pietro might have grown up speaking Serbian or romanian.

Your life was perfect, you had the most perfect friends, the most perfect best friend, the most perfect parents and most of all, the most perfect girlfriend.

Wanda maximoff, the school's popular girl first showed interest in me when our group was selected to present our school in the world science expedition, it was when we won the competition did everyone start noticing our group, when Wanda started noticing me, she made sure her approaches towards me were subtle enough to not to be noticed by others but clear enough for me, small notes in my locker, which i don't know how the hell she got the code too, but okay i guess? Mini gifts left on my desk with her initials on it, walking with me to our classes rather than her usual friends, talking to me in free periods, little things that made my heart flutter, and Peter never leaves one opportunity to tease me about it, i mean she's the most beautiful girl in the entire school, not only me but i think the whole school has a crush on her, but to be liked back by her is pretty much a big thing.

Wanda is friendly with practically everyone, she know everyone, even remember their names which i have no explanation on how Because i can barely remember someone's name they told me minutes ago, she was adored by everyone too, so basically a social butterfly but right now the main thing is, she likes me back and that's when i gathered any courage i had and asked her the question when we were in the cafeteria hallway walking towards our class "Wanda, do you like me?" She stumbled in her walk and i had to catch her to stop her from falling, her eyes wide as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing to form words but nothing came out, then she asked skeptically "do you?" Blood rushed to my cheeks, as I stared at the suddenly immensely interesting ground. After saying nothing for a few seconds i just nodded, ready to take off i turned but the next events changed my mind completely.

She pushed me against a door, that i don't know where it lead to, the only thing i can focus on is her lips on mine, her hands sneaking on my waist pulling me closer, i leaned back, giving her all the access she needed, my hands going up to her neck and in her hair, tangling my fingers with her long luscious red locks, she stopped looking down at me smirking and at this point i think i look like a tomato, "tomorrow at 7, I'll pick you up" and with a peck on my lips, she walked of like nothing happen while i stood there processing what the hell just happened.

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It's been a few weeks after that kiss, but it only got frequent, her taking me out, giving me gifts but she wanted to keep it a secret, ofcourse Peter knows everything, even if i don't tell him, he'll just know, when i told him about the kiss his squeal was more surprising then Wanda kissing me. The 'keeping it secret' thing didn't bother me but I wanted to show her off, to let everyone know she's mine and I'm hers, more probably because of those pesky boys who kept trying to woo her but she just turned them all down, which I couldn't be more happy about.

I returned her efforts with my own, always doting on her , bringing her flowers, especially a rose because it reminded me of her, only a single rose for every time we met. Aside from that, nobody in her friend circle ,or in mine except peter. knows about us, i have visited her house many times before, why? I was her tutor, but now "tutoring" was the last thing i did when we were in her room, though i still made her study even if she didn't want too because I didn't want her failing classes and she was already struggling with most of it, i sat beside her, observing her completing her calculus homework, she groaned throwing her head back, crying ont dramatically she leaned her head against my neck, i rolled my eyes at her antics, trying to push her off but i was unsuccessful as she threw away her notebook and supplies and attacked my lips and neck with kisses making me forget why i was here as well, after that calculus was the last thing on our mind.

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By far we've been dating for almost 6 months, mid terms were on head, mostly me, Peter, mj and ned spent our time in the Library discussing what update we have over the syllabus, while Wanda was out with her friends, doing whatever she does at this time, lately though she seemed distant, whenever i would approach after school or in the break, she acts she doesn't know me at all, but the moment Everyone is out she's as gushy as before, that baffled me i mean i knew she wanted to keep our relationship secret but now after so many encounters i couldn't help but think she was ashamed of me in some ways…i wouldn't blame her though, I'm just a girl who no one knows about other than the girl who's friends with Peter while Wanda is…. Wanda! There's no comparison between after all, this was eating me inside out, nagging me at the back of my mind 24/7.

I laid curled up in wanda's arms, she stroked my back lazily, any other day i would be blushing like crazy but now my mind was elsewhere, i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't even notice her stop and pull back, only coming out of my trance when she spoke " y/n/n, are you alright, sweetheart?" I blinked several times looking at her, then blurred out without thinking " Wanda, are you ashamed of me?" Now it was her turn to stare wide eyed at me. " Love, what are you saying? Why would I be ashamed of you?" I just shook my head looking at the mattress, picking at the bedsheet as tears pricked my eyes, "y/n, talk to me, is this because i said i wanted to keep us private?" Her voice was soft, I looked up at her and said "No, no…you know? You seem so distant when i come up to you when you're with your friends, like you don't even know me, i know you want to keep it private and i do respect that, i really do but sometimes i couldn't help but feel like you're ashamed of me" i hung my head down, not being able to keep eye contact, too embarrassed to even look up.

She didn't say anything, hooking a finger under my chin, she tilted my face up to meet hers, a tear rolled down my cheek, tilting her face to the side she kissed me softly and pulled me in her arms, pulling back from the kiss she nuzzled her face next to mind and said "you will never shame me, dragul meu, and i did not mean to hurt you, you know how my friends get towards your group, i want to keep it down because i don't want to lose them or you" i sighed burying my head in her neck i said "I'm sorry, i was being stupid, i should have known you would never do that" she shook her head, pulling me even closer if possible "no, darling, you have every right to feel that and I'm glad you decided tell me, believe me i love you too much to even think of that" she chuckled and i smiled in her embrace, all those wrecked thoughts evaporating in seconds, my heart bouncing and once again my face was red.

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That evening she made sure you knew how much she loved you, even deciding that she would not be as subtle as she is now, still keeping it to themselves but she decided there was no harm in showing her lovely girlfriend off either, cuddling together her arms wrapped around yours, legs tangled together with your head on her chest, you smiled with you eyes closed, this was the best feeling you could ever imagine and didn't mind if this would become your forever.

The next day she didn't hesitate to kiss you on your cheek, still a bit hesitant but a big step from before and Wanda couldn't deny, she liked this too, her friends were taken aback but she didn't care, if you were happy she was happy too and that's all that mattered to her.

A/n : this is my first ever fic related to Marvel, i am a big fan and know much about it but if you see any mistake just let me know❤️ i hope you like it and idk if i did justice to the request 😭🌹

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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Hiiii, will you write a part two of Stay away from

me, y/n? Pretty pleaseeeee

your Wish, my command

Stay away from me, y/n (2) | Regulus black x reader

PART 1 | PART 2

Like the first one y/n is james's little sister, and an insecure reg black :( , a bit slow, and it's about y/n being reminded about him, (happy ending), fluff and angst

Y/N/N : your nickname

You left him standing, going to your friends. You had go act like everything was fine. "Hi" You said, coming to the Gryffindor table.

"Hey! " James said. "Hey" You replied back. You sat besides James. "Everything alright? " Asked Remus. Remus, Remus was the most un-oblivius boy in the whole marauder. But you knew you had to reply with "yeah, I'm fine," And 'smiled'.

"Good were coming to the zonko's, you want anything? Or do you wanna come" Asked sirius. "No, I'm good" You said. "Uhm, I need to go to my dorm, uhm goodni, I mean, good morning! " You said going to the Slytherins common room.

You felt a wave of emotions coming through. You couldn't sob in the middle of the great Hall can you, anyone who does that is mental.

While going to the common room, you saw him with Pandora. She was a good friend, but you couldn't help but be jealous.

But it wasn't your place to be jealous was it? He did say 'I love you' but it's nonsense. The only person in the black family that'll like you is sirius, and he's your other brother basically.

Ofcourse you went to your room, and cried. Its as if you broke up with someone, but you Were not dating. It hurts more than that.

You curled up your covers and just try not to think about anything but thats when it hit you. You know he loves you, or so he said, and, you Love him. Why dont you just solve this? But it isnt that easy isnt it.

Having to go to his not-so-good-friend isnt a very good idea, but its theres no choice. Not now, you're not going to talk now.

"Geez y/n, are you alright? " Pandora asked, carrying a bixt. "What the-How did you? What? " You took off your covers.

"I asked some first year to open it for me, 'said I was meeting a friend" Pandora then said "well, Regulus wanted to give you something".

"No he doesn't" You sighed. "He does, here" The ravenclaw gave you the neatly tied dark green box.

You opened it, and the first thing you saw was a purple pygmy puff. And berties botts beans. And a letter. You opened it.

'Dear y/n,

I'm sorry that I, said such things and have been ignoring you. I haven't seen you anywhere. And I think James know, heck, the whole marauders know. They've been giving me.. Some stares. And I knew from that you've told them. I'm sorry.

I just want you to know that I was not avoiding you because of you. It was because of me. I have feelings for you, I like you. It's not like how sirius likes you. It's different.

I love laughing with you, in a different way from Peter. I love studying with you, in a different way from Remus. I love you in a different way from James. Everything about you is perfect too.

And if you want to talk, I'll be in the courtyard, meet me and 5

Love, R.A.B'

"Oh Reggie, wait, isn't it still 12? " You asked. "No, y/n, It's almost 5! " Pandora rushed you outside, carrying your pygmy puff.

You walked to the courtyard, and there he was. Sitting. "Reg? " You said. "Y/n, you came? " He said.

"Of course, I did, reg" You said. "Look, I'm sorry about everything I said and done, I swear none of it means anything" He said.

You stomach dropped. "It doesn't mean anything?, the I love you part was nothing? " You asked.

"Depends on how you want me to feel," Regulus looked at you. "Reg.. I love you, and my best hope is that you do too" You smiled, weakly.

"Y/n I love you" Said Regulus. "But what about your family? " You asked. "I'm going to do it like Sirius, I guess.. I'll be bad, get kicked out, and we can be together" He said. Bittersweet, mostly bitter.

"Reg, no, you can't leave your family" You backed out from him. "No, y/n, they're not my family, you are" Regulus said

And you probably know who stayed for the whole summer in you and James's house.

"Brother, I have 100% forgiven you for your doings" Said Sirius while hugging regulus. That moment is where Regulus's life became better.

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #fanfic #fanfiction #y/n story #all the young dudes #atyd regulus #atyd marauders #hogwarts #sirius black #harry potter #james potter #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulud black x female!reader #marauders era #regulus black x sister!reader #regulus black x y/n potter #r.a.b

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i'm rewatching the crown s5 and god the charles propaganda is working over time. i didn't even realize how heavy handed it was at the time because i was too much in shock over how bad the season was but they really're pushing how modern and progressive he is! look at all the good work he has done! poor charles diana and the press are so mean to him :( the tampon gate episode literally ends with him breakdancing with some kids (???) with text saying how many people he has helped with his charity work. pray tell what brand of crack cocaine was peter morgan smoking?

I honestly have no idea, dude. Because if you were to ask me beforehand, I would've said:

Season 1--Great TV, if a little more conventional than other seasons; dominated by EXTREMELY good and character-setting performances across the board (I feel like Peter Townsend was the only semi-major player who didn't stand out, but in s2 it became very clear that Townsend being boring was The Point). Jared Harris wasn't even a true lead and he made me cry multiple times. Claire and Matt (and I say this as someone who generally doesn't care for Matt Smith) are superb. Lithgow? Knocked it out with a VERY well-known personality who's been played by other major actors. Vanessa Kirby? A definitive Margaret. Elizabeth gives Philip the ol' kneel and deliver. Amazing.

Season 2--Probably the best season of the show (even if the Kennedy episode was.... bad.... I feel like every one of the first four seasons has an episode that isn't great and is kind of totally out of step with the rest, and now I realize it was a harbinger of doom). Makes you root for a pair of objectively horrible people in an objectively miserable (if oddly loving...?) marriage. Matthew Goode shows up and does 60s excellence with Vanessa Kirby. No major standout PM performances on a Lithgow, but still, really good ones. (And I've come to realize ever since s5 and s6 dropped the ball--getting really good actors to play the PMs and seeing random glimpses of their lives was such a mainstay of the first four seasons, omg. HOW IS TONY BLAIR SO BORING???? WE KNOW THIS JACKASS.) Philip almost does a murder suicide with tiny Charles in that plane. It's GREAT.

Season 3--I wasn't as big a fan at first, but it's aged into a really solid season of TV. I think it took Olivia, who I think is one of the greatest actresses working right now so this isn't shade, a while to feel comfortable in the role. Tobias Menzies was immediately fab casting, though; I don't think I've ever seen a less than good performance from him, tbh. Helena Bonham-Carter isn't as good as Vanessa, but still entertaining and fun; and while Tony is not nearly as good in this season, he's barely there. BUT even if it's not the strongest season, you get Josh O'Connor and he is SO. AMAZINGLY. GOOD. He turns an awkward community theater performance by Charles into this intense monologue (was Charles that good an actor? No but who cares). He talks wistfully about how he'll only get a life after his mom like, dies in a helicopter crash or something. "mUMMY I HAVE A VOICE"/"NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR IT" hands down best Olivia line reading of the season if not her entire tenure on the show.

Season 4--Fabulous TV, dials up the soap opera drama, Emma Corrin is a perfect young Diana and Josh gets into his full bag as Charles. Olivia sets this tone between total unfeeling frost and a weird goofy humor that leads to the frankly hysterical "DO I have a favorite kid???" episode, where we don't know that it's Andrew but we kNOW. It's Andrew. The sense of doom builds up. Gillian Anderson devours as Margaret Thatcher. The ending with the cameras going off as we pull in on Emma Corrin's teary reflective eyes after Diana is lowkey??? Threatened???? By Philip???? Much more affecting than Diana's literal death in s6.

Yeah, man. I don't know. Peter has always very clearly been a royalist to me, but he seemed for a long time like a royalist more focused on Elizabeth and his fascination with and vast empathy for her. Charles... always got a sympathetic enough edit, sure, but in the sense that you got WHY he's such an emotionally deficient doorknob. Season 4 portrays him as outright emotionally abusive and? Tbh? Surprisingly predatory. That's something I think gets glossed over a lot. But Peter doesn't make Charles devoid of physical attraction to Diana, which I think a lot of takes on this story do. And he wasn't devoid of attraction to her. There were brief bright spots in their early marriage where Diana as much as said she couldn't keep him off her (and this was Charles so that was probs like thrice a week I dunno). There's been a lot of speculation that he and Diana DID sleep together before their wedding day; it wasn't this sterile thing it's often depicted as, at least not always.

And I think that the perceived sterility of the relationship has led some to overlook the fact that Diana got engaged to him before she was 20. She met him when she was underage and he was dating her sister. The Crown SHOWED that. Josh O'Connor PLAYED IT like Charles was checking out a 16 year old girl while he was all of 28 and about to go out with her sister within minutes. It's so deliberate? I don't know why anyone would ever be able to... not get it. So we go from that to "well yeah he had this awkward moment with his mistress, but everyone actually saw it as two people being in love" which just isn't historically accurate lmao. Charles and Camilla still get dogged out by that to this day. And look, I'm not judging what people are into--I more so judge the nature of the relationship in terms of how it pertained to, I don't know, his wife and kids, and this idea that people were NOT weirded out by it at the time lmao. Even people who aren't actively against Charles... the vast majority don't see him as this GREAT CHARISMATIC CHANGEMAKER lmao. Unless you're writing a biography of him in which he's feeding you sources.

I mean, I'll give credit where credit is due--he does seem genuinely into environmentalism, even if that's subsequently contradicted by his actions (though perhaps not as badly as is the case with Wills). He apparently dislikes Trump. Cool! But lol, this idea that Charles was really changing the world by like... doing charity work... that all royals do...................... Topped off by breakdancing......

It's SO cringe. I don't know if Peter got threats lmao. I don't know if he saw how much he made the audience hate the royals in s4 and went "oh no, that wasn't my intent" (and I will say--I do think that actors can affect things here; I don't get the sense from Josh's interviews that he is, ah, into Charles as a person, and maybe he went harder because of that) and tried to course correct...?

But he clearly made a huge change and it's such a bummer because the 90s are arguably some of the most interesting years for the Windsors and he just kind of flushed them down the drain. And he also got a perfect older Diana casting and wasted her.

#the crown

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I decided to wrote a fic, about the idea i shared with you few weeks ago, where Isabella is forced to have twins after the escape (one boy to replace Ray, the girl to be a perfect sister/mother like her)

The worse? Peter forces her to take care of them for a year, until the moment where they would be send in a orphenage. It's a punishment. He wants her get attached and to suffer. Maybe because he thinks that she is not fully innocent in the escape, maybe because he's just a sadist.

Isabella tries to stay distant. But she can't. She loved all her children, so her owns? she'll be unable to not love them. And during her pregnancy and this first year, she thinks a lot about Ray. Her first pregnancy, baby Ray, little Ray….ect…and realize that she loves him a lot more that she thought, she just couldn't fully admit it before because trauma and fear to get attached to him. now that they are away of each other, she can think about him more and more fondly.

I decided of two things

Ray gaves Isabella a photo of him (he had asked Norman to take it) while saying "here you can have a little memory of me, to remember what you did to your own child!" like the day before his birthday. She had it in her pocket when the fire started so she kept it. With Ray's letter, it's her most precious possession.

When the twins started to talk, after they said "mama" for the first time, she decided to show them the photo of Ray to teach them to say "Ray". Whatever the revolt that she plans (while waiting Emma and the others to come back) is a sucesss or fails, she want the name "Ray" to be their second word. So as soon they see him in the human word, they start to be "Lay, Way!" and he's super confused that these two babies, that he doesn't know, call him by his name XD

I remember the twin thing! Yes! (okay but little side note before I ramble on.. the kids would be gorgeous. I mean, any kid Isabella would have would be lucky since she's stunningly beautiful and we already got Ray as the perfect example of how adorable those kids would look!)

Anyways, you're just giving me reasons to despise Peter more than I already do because that's definitely a cruel trick he would've pulled off. He should've done something like that too, if he was smart, but thank goodness he isn't and believed Isabella would help him with little to no resistance. He really thought it was that easy to pull her in as an ally. What a dummy.

Too bad this woman is a professional at keeping secrets and her emotions on lock. The fool fell for her "woe is me" act hook, line and sinker.

She completely played this boy. She looks all thankful for the second chance at life on the outside but underneath she is seething with rage.

Gonna try to put all my love for this woman aside so I can focus on the rest of this, aahha..

But yeah. No matter how strong her facade is, Isabella cares so much about her children. It evident with all the toys of theirs she kept as mementos in the secret room, even the farewell note of Ray's. Not to say that the love she showed them on a daily basis was a lie, because her feelings were genuine, but there's still a reasonable distance between caretaker and mother that she lives by.

She would absolutely think of Ray again during that next pregnancy, about whether he's doing alright outside the farm, all those years watching over him as a caretaker, the moments she wishes she could act like a mother to him, etc. You're right that she'd think of him more fondly as this would happen post-escape, so she's already given up her facade and accepted her defeat. She's got nothing else to lose at this point. Well, except for the twins now.

You dunno how badly I wished that Isabella had kept the photo that Ray took of her. It might've been a weird thing to grab before the fire happened, especially when she had to prioritize the safety of the other children, but I had hoped the Isabella photo survived somehow if only to show human-world Emma what she looked like. One headcanon I have is that Yvette could always draw a portrait of Isabella so Emma has a face to put to a name, but it wouldn't be quite the same ya know? I'm still surprised Ray's goodbye note managed to survive the fire and I can only suspect that Isabella had the note on her person prior to all the panic since it was the night before/morning of Ray's intended shipment. Perhaps she was feeling nostalgic. Or she just so happened to grab it when she went back inside to retrieve the radio or the blankets for the younger children afterwards. Either way, I still find it sweet she kept something that dear to her.

Going back to the idea of twins though.. OH. Okay, sorry, ignore everything I just said because I originally misread the whole "Ray gave Isabella a photo of him" and not her. MY BAD. Yeah, he could've been that spiteful towards her. I mean, if he was ready to lit himself on fire then one final jab at Isabella would be easy. No doubt the photo would be of him flipping her off though.

With that in mind now, it would've been real cute if she did hold onto a photo of him and show it to the twins (so long as it isn't such a rude photo like the example I gave, wouldn't want the babies to pick up on horrible manners right away pfftt). But to have them both learn his name and recognize him once everyone crosses over in the human world.. awww. That would be so darn sweet! It would confuse him at first yeah, but I'm sure he'll pick up the relation he has with them soon enough, especially if they inherited their mother's good looks. It would be over if the twins also knew the lullaby too. Aahh just imagine!! Ray learning that he had siblings the same way Isabella recognized her own son. Ohh my heart.. I'm weak.

#a wild ask appeared #the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn isabella #mother isabella

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A Really Bad Idea 4

Pairing: Fighter!Howie Stark x Writer!Reader

Warnings: Lies, secrets, cheating, scandal, criminal history, spice, obsessed Fangirl, violence, anger, and honestly no idea cause I’m not finished writing this just yet.

There is no such thing as an instant spark. In books, sure. Real life? Not so much. Till I met the perfect stranger. It honestly was a case of mistaken identity in my own panicked state. I didn’t mean to grab a strangers hand. I just needed to avoid my ex and his shiny new fiancee. I never planned on the stranger kissing me. I sure as hell didn’t plan for the stranger to by my friends brother. It never was in the cards for me to find someone else after what my ex did to me. Especially a Fighter with a closed off past. I’m struggling to write my book and move on with my life, but what do I do when he comes in and starts changing things for me. But the thing my ex taught me people aren’t who they say they are, what if Howie isn’t who he says he is?

He couldn’t help but stare. What the hell were the chances, that the gorgeous stranger he kissed, was friends with his brother. That he just happened to find her again. He spent the whole week and weekend thinking about her and the kiss they shared.

He isn’t dwelling hard on the guy, Sam, sitting next to her. He didn’t mind a little competition. It kept things interesting. But when her attention slips from him to Sam, an uneasy, unsettling feeling grows in his chest. He doesn’t like it, it makes his back teeth grind.

“Howie,” Bucky chuckles, setting down his beer. “how was your fight, it was this weekend, right?” His head comes up, nodding as he takes a drink himself. Her head whirls, eyes focused on him.

“Yeah. Won.” He nods. Peter laughs.

“The fuck detail is that? He won with a stone cold knock out in the second round.” Peter brags for him. He pulls his bottom lip in, nodding.

“It’s true.” He smirks.

“Damn man!” Buck high fives him over the table. “Sorry we missed it.”

“You’re a fighter?” Something dances in her eyes. Something like excitement, perhaps curiosity.

“I am.” He smiles at her.

“No shit?” She grins. “How did you get into that?” He has her sole focus.

“Underground fighting is illegal.” He laughs. Bucky and Peter laugh as well.

“Wait, what?” She looks between them.

“That’s how we know each other.” Buck points a fry between the two of them.

“He picked me up.” Howie nods. “It’s how I know Clint. I actually train with him and Pietro.” Howie explains.

“That’s my twin brother.” Wanda grins.

“You’re a twin?” Sam looks over at her. She nods, they slip into their own conversation.

“You got arrested by Clint and Bucky?” She laughs.

“No, just picked up. This fight got raided, I bailed out the side exit. Made it about a block away, and dumb and dumber pull up.” He smirks, jutting his chin towards Bucky.

“Clint offered you a chance.” She nods.

“He did. Turns out it’s one of the best choices I’ve made.” He admits.

“One of?” She lifts a brow.

“One of.” He smirks at her.

“Huh.” She sips her drink.

“What?”

“You’re not like what I thought most fighters are.” Her head tips.

“What, not an angry, meathead?” He laughs.

“Pretty much.” She pops a shoulder.

“Howie is not like most of them.” Peter snorts.

“Explain.” She nods.

“He doesn’t date.” Gwen snorts.

“He’s never angry.” Peter shrugs.

“I have an IQ in Einstein’s territory.” He nods.

“The fuck you do.” She gaps.

“He’s two points higher than me.” Peter sighs, with distaste.

“Of all the mundane shit you say Peter Stark. Of all the boring ass bullshit you tell us. You didn’t think maybe mentioning how you have a pro fighter brother with a IQ higher than yours?” She scoffs at Peter.

“It’s not that much higher than mine.” Peter mumbles.

“Of all the stupid shit you’ve said to me, this isn’t one of them?” She blinks at him.

“You’re mean.” Peter smirks at her.

“She’s fucking evil.” Gwen pouts.

“You’re just mad cause I haven’t written the last book.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“It’s been four months and you don’t even have chapter one!” Gwen throws a fry at her. “That’s cruel, how you ended the last one.” Y/N laughs, popping the fry into her mouth.

“Do you have writers block?” Sam looks over.

“I don’t know. I think so.” They drift into a conversation and that feeling comes right back.

“What’s the book supposed to be about?” He asks, shifting to give her his full attention. She sighs, but there’s a smile on her lips as she shifts to face him. Her back practically to Sam.

“Okay, so it’s an intertwined series. So, each book is a different set of characters, but they all play parts in each book. So, like they each have a POV from each of the characters at one point.” She explains.

“Okay, so you see each story from more than the two main characters.” He nods.

“Yes. Not the whole thing but every so often. So, at the end of the last book I put out. The last chapter is of the only character left. She’s the only single one, and she meets a stranger. That’s literally where I ended it.” She nods.

“You just ended it like that. She meets a stranger?” He lifts a brow.

“Okay, the problems from each book, all connect the characters and their books. She’s got her own problems, a nasty break up. Her friends all have their issues. She’s sitting in a bar, and this stranger sits down next to her.” She nods.

“That’s actually how she ends it.” Nat points out.

“I hate you a little and I have no idea what happened in the previous books.” He laughs.

“So literally he sits down, they do the whole eyes connect. He asks if he can buy her a drink. Boom end.” She nods.

“What are your plans for the next one?” He asks, genuinely interested.

“Nothing.” She presses her lips together.

“What?”

“I wrote it. It was this amazing path I was on. But I honestly have no idea who this guy is. Which makes writing the next book twice as hard. I want him to be this piece she didn’t know she was missing. All the conflicts are coming to a head in this book and I want to throw in their own. But I don’t have a clue who he is.” She runs a hand through her hair.

“You’re single.” Nat shrugs.

“I am?” She sasses.

“Fuck off.” Nat laughs. “I was going to say maybe you should try meeting a stranger in a bar. You know see if you can get into the mindset.” She shrugs.

“Meet a stranger.” Howie nods, a small smile on his lips. She’s turning pink in the cheeks.

“There is no saying it would even help me at this point.” She struggles with a smile.

“Do you two know each other?” Bucky watches them.

“Huh?” They both look over, fighting grins.

#Marvel #OC!Howie Stark x Reader #Avengers #OC!Howie x Reader #A Really Bad Idea #Marvel Fanfiction #OC!Howie Stark Series #Avengers Fanfiction #OC!Howie Series

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burning-sol · 1 year

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Okay so while looking through posts I could only find one about Albatrio vs God Slayers? Which I'm sure I had another around here somewhere but what the hell, who's keeping score?

So where to start. Well when I initially thought about it, it was back in like SEPTEMBER so this has been in the back of my mind for a while. The Albatrio have certainly become a lot stronger than then, so I'm not sure if it still applies when I say that the Albatrio are the underdogs in the fight... But that was a part of the idea back then and a part of WHY it was so compelling to me. Our goofy little pirates were fighting against LITERAL god slayers featuring: a machine built to kill said gods; someone presenting as a perfect person with charisma and a sword that collects the dead god's power to boot; and an ACTUAL celestial being. They were outclassed.

And I'd always thought of the matchup as being Chip vs Rumi, Gillion vs Thanatos, and Jay vs Peter/Exandroth to emphasise their roles in each team and how the Albatrio fell short. I mean in combat, I think I've made my point about the Albatrio being outclassed... But particularly I am enthralled in the idea of Chip and Rumi fighting. Because Chip is NOT a leader, right? The first chance he got, Chip tried to defer his leadership. RUMI was successfully upstarting a religion (cult) and had a charisma that RIVALLED the god of charisma. Rumi appears fucking perfect at any given moment - and if that didn't make apparent the difference between each group then I dunno what would.

But also, the God Slayers don't exactly get along?? You could feel the lack of cohesion for a good goddamn portion of their journey. I'd LOVE the fight to end with the Albatrio coming out on top simply because their chemistry is far better than that of the God Slayers, and they're able to coordinate an effective plan. Power of friendship y'all!!! Respect it.

So yeah we have powerful bad guys vs underdog good guys I love that shit.

Other notes I will write down! In dot points! Try to keep up.

Despite Rumi appearing better put together, they are actually like hiding a lot about themselves?? Obviously. They have that in common with Chip. Trying to pretend they're well put together.

Back when Jay's character had an emphasis on her bow and fire, Exandroth seemed like a good matchup considering its own flaming motif. But actually, with Jay moving away from that it's REALLY scary for her to be facing up against someone so firey.

^^^ The above note was taking into consideration my aforementioned matchup. BUT YOU KNOW WHO ELSE HAS FIRE AND IS BIG AND SCARY AND MAYBE REMINISCENT OF HER FATHER..... Jay and Thanatos, let's bring that trauma to light guys.

Gillion is chosen by the gods and Thanatos is a god slayer. Probably the most obviously good guy vs bad guy of the bunch. THEY'RE LITERALLY BLUE/GREEN VS RED??? *calling out to the distance* You seeing this shit????

Let's have Rumi and Gillion talk about destiny.

Let's have Rumi and Gillion not talk and instead pit an elegant af bitch against a fish out to destroy!!! We love the contrast of fighting styles. ALSO LIGHTNING??? THUNDER???

Chip and Exandroth have comedic potential for sure. Let the pathetic man run about while being chased by a hell creature, this will work out great!!!

Or you know just have Peter and Chip talk. They're both literally just sad guys with sad lives.

Also let Peter and Jay talk! As the least insane out of their teams, they are entitled to ten minutes of convo between each other.

Exandroth and Jay are women... The girlies hanging out...

Back to bullying Chip, make him fight Thanatos. He is going to piss himself.

Rumi and Jay are VERY talkative. Their fight would leave you in god damn awe and their dialogue would actually be so thoughtful. I can barely imagine what they'd talk about, but I know it'd be good shit!!!

Actually have Jay stop and inspect Thanatos and talk about how he was made. Have Exandroth join in. They're discussing how the robot got made. Like in terms of engineering.

GILLION AND EXANDROTH FIGHT AND DESTROY LITERALLY EVERYTHING AS THEY TRY TO PURGE. PURGE AND SMITE AND PURGE AND PURGE AND RID THE EVIL FROM THE WORLD AND BRING RETRIBUTION AND oh shit dude we actually have so much in common. This is awkward. Do we like continue to be homicidal maniacs or do we stop and vibe?

Omg Lizard and Pretzel could duke it out???? YES!!

MOON BEAST. MOON BEAST. Thanatos and Exandroth hype up the Moon Beast. Chip and Gillion "MOON BEAST!!!" until they start getting chewed. Gillion Tidestrider chosen by the moon is not happy with this.

This is all I can think to dump at the moment but hopefully by now you can see how much I want Albatrio vs God Slayers to be a thing!!!

#jrwi spoilers #<- ? i dunno maybe #📚 my posts #📌 thoughts #🖋️ writing #just roll with it #jrwi riptide #jrwi apotheosis

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fallenwingzero · 2 years

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Frozen Teardrop Translation

Finally, another chapter, sorry for the wait! Full translation under the cut.

More Edits of names for consistency: Lanagulin to Lana Green.

Frozen Teardrop

Volume 7: Rhapsody of Loneliness

Chapter: MC File 5

“I’m not afraid of wolves. ‘Peter and the Wolf’, ‘The Three Little Pigs’, ‘Little Red Riding Hood’, ‘The Shepherd Boy and the Wolf’, ‘The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats’, they are all defeated.”

“Those stories are all ones where the wolves tell lies, the wolf is never strong.”

“Well, lies are not good… By the way, do you know of Fenrir?”

“I don’t know… Is that a wolf?”

“Yeah. Fenrir is the wolf in Norse mythology who defeated Odin, the strongest god. It’s cool, isn’t it? So, when I think of wolves, it’s Fenrir.”

“Fenrir?”

“Fenrir, Fenrir, let’s remember.”

-MC-0018 Schbeiker church-

Duo & Naina

MC-0022 Next Winter

Pacifism is shit. You have to fight. We have to fight and fight and let the peace-blurred guys and the war idiots understand their weaknesses. It’s not hatred or resentment. I don’t need a normal life. I don’t have high hopes for a place to go home. I’m happy if I have a place to sleep tonight, surpassing the hunger of the day.

Justice is not a pattern. It’s been decided that there is no god. I don’t need family, friends or comrades. I can live alone.

Well, it is much more dangerous to be united in principles and claims. The history, ideas and doctrines that they insist on is just a lie.

If you rely on such things, you will be trampled by your own feelings of self-loathing. I only believe in what I think and feel and fight. I think that’s fine, that’s how I’ve lived so far on Mars anyway. If you die on the battlefield, you’re in luck.

Oh, I know, I’m sure it’s foolish.

Who am I?

I’m a “wolf in devil’s skin”. Well, all the guys besides me call me “Duo Maxwell” and it’s annoying to rephrase all the time, so I also call myself that.

Mars is now at war between the Martian Federal Government and the Republic of Lana Green. It seems that the Preventer organization on the Earth side is not in either camp and is settling fights between each side.

I seem to be a member of the Preventors, but I don’t know the details and I don’t even think about it. I don’t know what they mean by “fire extinguisher” or a “fire”, but it sounds hilarious.

For the most part, Relena Peacecraft of the Federal Government of Mars and Zechs Merquise of the Republic of Lana Green are nothing more than selfish bastards. You can tell whether it’s right or wrong just by smelling it. It’s more accurate to feel it with the sense of smell than to try to understand it with your head.

Well, anyway, I just don’t like to deceive myself by twisting obsolete words. My shitty dad used to say,

“Act with your senses! Don’t think with a small brain!”

You can laugh, huh! I may be a kid, but I didn’t think I was so different from the arteriosclerosis brain of the old man. I didn’t say that though.

In recent months, the power hold of the Republic of Lana Green has become more and more confusing. Since the Martian Federation has proclaimed the ideal of “perfect pacifism”, it has been too vulnerable to the invasion of Lana Green.

My shit dad says, “Diplomatic powerlessness is the same as a “painted hamburger””.

He thinks this situation is the same. Hamburgers smell delicious, but the hamburger drawn in the picture only smells of paint.

“If you want to have a decent negotiation, you have to have the power to compete.”

That’s right, I was convinced. He seems bogus, but he’s only been able to travel across Mars because of his strength.

“Hey, idiot boy.”

Fucking dad always calls me that way.

“Is there anything that has been resolved through discussion?”

“No,” I replied.

When I was a wanderer, searching for food was usually a fight. I didn’t quarrel back when I was at the Schbeiker Church but that’s because I was scared of Sister Hilde’s intense structuring. In other words, it was peaceful because of power.

Well, I don’t care about such old tales. What I want to say…. is... No matter how noble the debate is, if you shoot a pistol, it all ends.

…What I’m saying is.

“If you leave it to nature and instinct, people will definitely enter a state of war. That is humanity.” as my shitty Father would say.

Moreover, I think it’s a natural outcome because this is the “planet of the god of war”.

In the unarmed Martian Federation, there is only a small group of Naina’s family who are resisting with a small force. It seems the unmanned weapons are useless for shit, such as the main force of the federal army and I can see that they are being blown even by a timid wind. It’s the same with or without those guys. It’s not a threat, it’s just decoration.

In fact, mustard and mayonnaise tomato sandwiches are much better than pacifism. Anyone can do it if they just talk about those foolish pictures that aren’t real. If you really want to talk about peace, you should know that you need to be quite prepared.

In that sense, I don’t think that it’s a bad thing for the Winner’s daughter to turn over to the “Peacecrafts” in the Martian Federation. But I have decided to buy the fights being sold here, though. That’s why I’m fighting…..

It wasn’t the case as I was mumbling to myself at the bottom of the Elysium Sea. At any rate, I have to get into Relena City with my buddy, Warlock.

It’s dim in the cockpit, and it smells like iron rust. My buddy is not the reason for the rusty smell. It’s a unique scent that permeates from the sea of Elysium.

The outside view on the monitor shows a dark brown, mud-like liquid that looks like watercress soup mixed with ketchup. The red sand of Mars and the algae of Europa may have been the cause of such a color. The sea of this planet is muddy everywhere.

Only “Lana Green Sea” was clear. It was really beautiful over there. The scent of the tide riding on the wind was also the best. It was refreshing and resembled the smell of spring meadows. There was a kindness to it like a sun bath.

I liked the small port town there, but it’s gone now. I hate the sea, no, being in the water. I’m remembering what I want to forget. People’s “memory” is important, though.

I have passed the Freknaf Islands, but so far there is no sign of interception. There seems to be no idiot trying to fight underwater in such a place.

It is known that “Chouxhook 2” seems to have been taken to Elysium Island in the Martian Federation. I can confirm visually once I surface.

As predicted, the ones on board that ship were my senior Heero Yuy, a young-middle aged looking man named Professor W, a tall older looking man named Doctor T and Catherine (if I say an older woman, I’ll be beaten again…. I don’t have to worry though because she’s not here) so four people all up.

I have no intention of rescuing the crew. I don’t care about them, and I don’t know them. These are the useless people who didn’t resist. My buddy and I instead can get on the fast jet tide and head to the coast of Elysium Island at once.

If we land there and enter Relena City under the cover of night, we can attack the presidential palace. The only target is Relena Peacecraft. We just need to kill that arrogant female president so Katrine and Naina will give up on pacifism. It seems that hundreds of millions of people will die, including the Father, at the same time as killing that president but I don’t really care. There are too many people anyway. Mars should start over with fewer humans. It might seem crazy but that’s fine by me.

After killing Relena, next is Zechs. Lana Green Republic’s senior special commander Zechs is a mass of grudges. He wants to fight only for hatred and revenge. If we let him go unchecked, he could end up destroying all of mankind with the slogan “War for Justice”.

A communication came in as I reached the surface of the sea.

“This is ‘Scheherazade’, ‘Warlock’ Respond.”

The sun was about to dawn over the sea. There was a lovely sunshine on the eastern horizon. The odor resembling rust was somewhat faint.

“Yo…. Do you need me for something?”

“Message from Professor W” was displayed.

On the monitor, a guy called Phobos wearing a knitted hat appeared.

“Go and rescue the doctors being held hostage. Join us. The confluence is---”

I interrupted Phobos who kept on talking.

“Do it yourself! They have nothing to do with me!”

“Understood,” Phobos was easily convinced, “End of communication.”

Communication was unilaterally cut off.

He’s a very bland guy. No, he’s too bland.

I could smell gunpowder. In my mind I had a premonition.

“I’m being targeted! But from where?”

I could see the shadow of Elysium on the monitor. It’s still two or three kilometers away. I magnified the image and examined the ridgeline of the island.

At that moment, a small flash of light ran straight ahead. It came from a steep cliff and in an instant the light came towards us. I didn’t even have time to do evasive maneuvers. The light looked like a bird.

As I got closer, the bird resembled a huge crow with white light.

“You’re kidding….”

Suddenly, the surroundings raged like a great storm. I tried desperately to keep my buddy stable, but several tornadoes appeared and engulfed us, sending us soaring into the air.

A jet-black tornado was clinging to my partner.

“Fuck you!”

I thought that this must be an illusion. I suspected that my specialty, nanomachine crackling, had been destroyed but it was different to that. My partner and I were caught in the tornado and were being drawn towards the land of Elysium.

Then, just as I thought the tornado had finally subsided, we were slammed into the ground.

It was a sandy beach that stretched under the cliff. I somehow managed to switch to manual altitude control, so there wasn’t much damage but under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have been able to avoid instant death from the impact of the collision.

Still, I had been hit on the back of the head and chin in the shaking cockpit.

“C’mon….”

“Just as expected from you Duo.”

A strangely gentle voice echoed in my head.

“Now here’s the jet black of the seven dwarfs.”

On top of the cliff, there stood Snow White wearing a white hooded cloak. It held a large crossbow in its hand and an arrow in the other. Professor W was the one who was communicating through it. Apparently, he’s in the cockpit of that Snow White.

“It has the characteristic of ‘Wind’ but I was able to control its posture from that state.”

The scary thing about this man is that he hides serious hostility behind his gentle expression. There is no hesitation in the blue eye’s reflected on the monitor. I could feel the unique smell of gunpowder from that man’s gentle words. It’s terrible when you’re dealing with this kind of guy.

“This time it’s the white of the seven dwarves… There’s no point in trying to avoid it. Its power has a wider range than the previous black one.”

“Geez.”

I decided to ask about my current situation. I really didn’t want to say this about myself it, but I had to.

“I’ve been fighting all this time… I don’t even remember the last time I slept properly.”

I counted the number of opponents I had since piloting my buddy.

“Forty Maganacs piloted by the daughter of the Winner family, three Lana Green Virgos, Epyon, 500 lightweight air combat aircraft, plus 12 ‘Merciless Fairies’ and Prometheus! I dealt with all of them.”

Just thinking about it makes me sick.

“Five hundred and fifty-seven craft in all… not a big deal.” Said Phobos from behind.

Before I knew it, he was behind my partner and me. There was no scent coming from this guy.

“Besides, you weren’t the only one who came up against them.”

Scheherazade was reflected on the rear monitor, wearing a transparent cloak that shines in rainbow colors. The armor that can be seen through the gaps is unfinished here and there, and the internal structure is exposed.

But it’s eerie. Even if the color can be made transparent it should not be able to make the smell transparent as well.

I had only seen it in the blueprints, but it was definitely a Gundam type of the same system as my buddy.

I spoke to Phobos.

“Listen to all of what I have to say… What I want to say is- “

I don’t want to hear him complain, I just want to buy time.

I continued to speak while flicking through the console’s combat mode.

“-I’m already tired. I’m at my limit… But I can’t show you the kindness that allows me to go easy on you!”

From under the black cloak, I took out a beam-scythe and turned around to attack Scheherazade.

I’m completely worn out. Just as I thought…

“It seems like you’re really tired… you’re too slow to get into it.” I heard Phobos say, as Scheherazade stood in front of Warlock. “But you were bluffing when you said you wouldn’t hold back, weren’t you?”

“Tsk…”

In close quarters combat, I believed there was no way that there could be another aircraft that surpassed my buddy. I thought so, but Phobos’ Scheherazade had a similar blade to my partners beam-scythe.

There was no doubt that the machine was in the beam-scythes range. What I can deduct, is that it dodged in the opposite direction where the tip of the blade was heading.

Then, in anger, I raised the beam-scythe from the bottom up. Even if they can move quickly in the horizontal direction, there is no way for them to respond in the vertical direction. This time it looked like it had been sliced in two.

That’s how it seemed but that Scheherazade was an afterimage. Predicting the outer circumference of the circular motion, it jumped back with one step.

“You’re kidding me!”

I pulled another beam-scythe from under the cloak. At the same time, I made my partner rush forth. If I’m dual wielding, they can’t escape horizontally or vertically. Especially at this speed.

I tried to swing my right beam-sword down from above and the left beam-sword horizontally. Scheherazade took out something like a dagger. It is protruded at the midpoint of the two crisscrossing beams and the power of both were received with one hand as sparks and crackles were scattered.

From the corner of my eye, I could smell the burnt residue of fireworks.

“This jambiya is made of MG alloy…” Phobos on the monitor seemed to be explaining the dagger with a cool face. “It’s lighter and stronger than Gundanium…”

I couldn’t believe it, my partner was losing strength, it couldn’t push back. Even so, I pretended to be fine.

“Heh, is that so…eh, does that M in MG Alloy stand for Mars?”

“No, it’s M for mad.”

I’m crazy too but this guy is even crazier and a real mad bastard.

“For close quarters combat, your machine is the best.”

“Then, what is your machine?”

As soon as I said that my partner’s right wrist was severed and “Light Manipulator Abnormal” lit up on the console.

I felt a piercing coldness in the back of my nose.

“Scheherazade excels in close combat- No, it’s a machine that excels in close combat.”

A chill ran down my spine. I decided to leave here for now. I had also thought about using nanomachine illusions to play around with his vision, but the chances of success were low when the surroundings were bright like this. Also, the number of nanomachines built into my partner is quite small as I overused them in the previous battle.

Come to think of it, since the opponent is also wearing a cloak coated with nano-defenses, I can’t expect my nanomachines to have the desired effect.

My partner and I used all our strength to push Scheherazade away and ran away at full speed. If we stayed there my partner would have been dismantled. Yes, I had the impression that it would be dismantled rather than destroyed.

Deep inside me, I could smell the same scent as when I lost my way in a blizzard. It was an indescribable commotion, like a wild intuition. The beach below the cliff stretched north and south. I headed north regardless.

It’s best for me to run to the rock wall to avoid the sniper attack from Snow White. The mobility of Scheherazade must have been inferior to that of my partner. As I reached the northern end of the sandy beach, I could hear the crashing waves. It smelled of iron rust.

I thought it would be fine if I escaped this far and stopped.

“You’re a guy who runs a lot…. You’re like a puppy-dog.” Phobos’ voice was heard nearby.

It smelled of snow, no, it smelled of ice. When I turned around, Scheherazade was standing there.

It reminded me of when my shitty dad was smoking right behind me. Anger welled up in me.

“Who’s the puppy-dog!” I yelled out.

Me and my buddy leaped south. I had also used the shoulder thruster to escape at several times the speed as before.

What an annoying bastard. He called me a “puppy-dog” when I am a “wolf in devil’s skin.” That’s it. I’m a wolf. The long braid down my back is the tail of a noble lone wolf. A long time ago, Naina also told me so.

“You’re cool, Duo! When I see you running from behind, you look like the mythical ‘Fenrir’.”

I can’t forgive a guy that calls me a dog.

The southern end of the sandy beach came into view. However, there was someone standing ahead of me. My buddy and I stopped running. A rusty sea breeze was blowing. There he was, as expected.

“What’s wrong? Are you at your limit, Puppy-dog?”

Scheherazade and the nasty bastard were waiting. I felt like my whole body was losing strength.

You must be hungry, right Duo?”

When did Professor W come down from the top of the cliff? Snow White was standing by his side. How did I not notice it? There was no longer the smell of gunpowder. How could my buddy’s mobility be defeated by Scheherazade? I’m not convinced.

I’m hungry- I sure am. Okay, it’s decided. Come to think of it, I haven’t put anything in my mouth since I ate Naina’s sandwich.

“Okay…” I stopped being stubborn. “I’ll work with you…”

Hunger, drowsiness and exhaustion all at once rushed over me.

After that, he seemed to talk to me about various things, but I can’t remember what too well. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in the cockpit.

I had a dream where I was a kid. It must have been a recurring memory I always had, but I really don’t remember it at all. However, “Memories of Smell” came from the port town of Lana Green, so I’m sure it’s true. By any chance, I might have said things like “Naina” or “Fenrir” in my sleep.

Half asleep, I prayed to heaven that they hadn’t heard me.

Wait did I pray to heaven properly at that time? I don’t believe I prayed properly to heaven, no way, don’t think I’m relying on that old man.

Sometimes I have flashbacks that I don’t like to think about, so much that I hate it. In the heart of a devil-skinned wolf lurks a stray puppy drenched in rain. I just don’t want anyone to know.

It was already evening when I awoke. Professor W had finished repairs on my partner’s right wrist. Come to think of it, that man was the one who assembled this machine. I guess he can handle that kind of trouble before breakfast.

Just before dinner time, as I was leaving the cockpit, Professor W called out to me.

“Hey are you awake?”

There was a fragrant smell. Phobos was making a bonfire on the beach.

“Now Phobos has prepared a delicious meal, so let’s eat together.”

Professor W led me to the campfire.

“Two corrections,” said Phobos, holding out a skewered chunk of roasted meat from the campfire. “It’s just grilled locally procured meat, so I wouldn’t call it a ‘delicious meal’.”

I silently stuffed my mouth with meat. It tasted like crab, but it was subtly different.

“Hey, what is this meat? It’s not crab. Is it shrimp?”

“Hahaha… Those who don’t know will surely be able to enjoy it.”

Professor W took some kind of capsule out of his pocket and swallowed it. He doesn’t seem to eat food like me or Phobos.

“What is the other correction?” Professor W asked Phobos after he had finished his mug of water.

“I am no longer Trowa Phobos.”

I thought he was a weird bastard. But if there was such a way, I would like to change my name too.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m giving up the name ‘Duo’ too. I’m Fenrir! Fenrir Maxwell! A lone wolf in devil’s skin!”

“Puppy-dog is better.” No Name interrupted.

“Puppy-dog Maxwell… It suits you very well,” Professor W burst out laughing. “I can’t give you both a passing grade. Isn’t it fine to stay the same as before. Please be prouder of your name.”

I was silent. Even No Name didn’t seem convinced.

“Hey, why don’t we make a pact?” I whispered in No Names ear. “Only between us, we’ll call each other Fenrir and No Name.”

“…I’ll think about it.” He answered curtly.

It seems like he really wants to treat me like a dog. I really don’t like him.

It was a quiet night. The sea breeze had changed from the smell of iron rust to the smell of black oil. Since I had slept through the day, I stood as the sentry. The other two are sleeping in the cockpits of their respective machines.

It was a boring watch. None of the Federation Forces on Elysium Islands have a cloak with a nano-defensor coating with stealth functionality. According to Professor W and No Name, Prometheus’ dark green cloak had been burned off by Snow White’s ‘Seven Dwarfs’.

In other words, if the Federation Forces approached, they would trigger the alarms we had set up. In this instance we wouldn’t need a sentry. Still, I volunteered.

Why can’t I sleep? I don’t want to run away anymore. I couldn’t help but feel that if I tried to act alone, I would be stopped by the two of them.

For the time being, I want to help the taciturn and unfriendly senior. After all, I approve of the skills of that guy named Heero Yuy. One of the best guys I’ve met. For some reason, he smelled of sadness.

When I have too much free time, I make a point to polish my nails. I like to fiddle with machines, but my fingertips inevitably get blackened with oil and paint. I can’t stand it. I do it carefully with my favorite nail clippers and files.

The smell of this frictional heat is similar to the smell of re-entering the atmosphere from space. I was made to experience it several times during Father’s training. I don’t like it but it’s not a smell I hate.

After just a few minutes of polishing, your nails will be shiny like pearls. For the record I don’t wear manicures. Even though I have a braid, I’m still a boy. And I don’t like the smell of that paint. Absolutely unacceptable.

My partner has a strange name called ‘Warlock’, so I started doing magic tricks as a hobby. So, my fingertips have people watching them a lot.

When I was finally satisfied with the brightness, I felt a presence on the cliff. I had a bad feeling. It smelled of additives and compounds.

The radar hadn’t sensed movement and there is no change in the heat source reaction.

There is no sandstorm blowing, so no magnetic anomaly will occur. Which means that the enemy alert device is functioning normally. However, my bad premonition never went away, and this tense atmosphere was undoubtedly an impending sign of danger.

I turned on the communication switch and whispered,

“No Name, Professor, wake up.”

The two awoke immediately.

“Something isn’t right…”

When I said that, Professor W replied with a smile.

“It looks like they’ve come to pick us up.”

“Who’s picking us up?” I asked.

Professor W’s eyes were serious, but his mouth was smiling.

“Yes… My little sister, Duo’s older sister and Phobos’ love rival…”

There were so many things I wanted to say back but I kept my mouth shut. No Name’s face reflected on the monitor seemed to be the same.

There were three manned Mars suits on the cliff. The shapes of their faces were symbolic of playing card suits. Hearts, spades and clubs, each were glowing eerily. The silhouette of the machines resembles the mobile suit ‘Leo’ of old times.

I don’t think it’s going to be that tough of a fight on Mars’ ground. Not if their opponents are our Gundams, even armor like that is not enough. Even more so if they intend to fight Lana Green’s Virgo and Epyon.

In the middle of the three is the Queen of Hearts. It’s my sister Naina’s craft, which I recognize but tonight it’s wearing a red riding hood. The edges of its hem are adorned with elegant gold. It’s probably made of the same material as the nano-defense coated cloak with stealth function. I can see why there was no alert reaction.

On the right is the King of Spades, Jack of Clubs on the left. The left and right Mars suits are each wearing a long red muffler.

There are only two kinds of people on the battlefield. The ones who get killed and the ones who survive. Both are painful situations. The guy who was killed must be unhappy because it’s “the end” for them there. There is no reason for happiness.

I’m not dead, so I don’t really know.

Also, I guess it’s hard for the family and acquaintances of the murdered guy. In my case, no one would be sad if I died, so I don’t care.

On the other hand, the survivors have to take on the souls of those who died on the battlefield and continue to live, so that situation is really painful too.

War is about killing each other, it’s far from beautiful, so it seems that the burden on the mind is heavy.

Those who aren’t prepared to do that have no choice but to run. I’m not paralyzed but I try not to worry too much about the burden on my soul or heart. Even so, I intend to remain prepared. The same is probably true for No Name and Professor W here.

The front monitor shows three Mars suits images captured with the night vision scope. In the night sky beyond that, a small star emits a vague light.

“Now then, we have three options.” Professor W, displayed on the sub-monitor, told us. “One, is to defeat those three Mars suits, then rush into Relena City and rescue the hostages.”

I wondered if there was anything else I could do. That seemed like the only way to rescue my seniors.

“The other option is to maintain a neutral position, watch as the Virgo landing force sent by the Lana Green Republic arrive and see them battle from a safe place. After that, we proceed with the same as the first option.

I was surprised at Professor W, who able to say such things without hesitation.

“A landing party?” There was no radar response on the console. The night sky and black sea remained silent. “Where’s that?” I asked skeptically.

“It’s still out of enemy search range… they’re currently on the ocean about 20 kilometers southeast now.”

“How do you know that?”

Professor W replied calmly.

“I don’t think you’ll be convinced that the heart of the universe is-,” he pouted. “Well, it’s just a simple guess. I thought you would have noticed it right away.”

Professor W’s expression didn’t look like a friendly smile, instead like he was somehow mocking me, that’s how it felt.

“First of all, those Mars suits don’t know we are here, they can’t see this side from the top of the cliff and there’s no way for them to detect it before us.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say they can’t detect us?”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

In fact, I happened to sniff out a strange sign and found the Mars suits first, so Naina and the others couldn’t figure out where we are whilst we were wearing the nano-defensor cloak with stealth function.

“If Katrine is among them, isn’t it possible to read the ‘heart of the universe’ and predict our actions?” No Name, wearing a knitted beanie, interjected from another sub-monitor.

“I don’t think so. If she had noticed, she wouldn’t have appeared so defenseless. It is a theory though.”

That’s certainly true. Even Naina prepared ‘Merciless Fairies’ and was carefully waiting when she was about to intercept me and my partner.

“Then why did they appear in this place-?” Professor W continued on. “Basically, there is no doubt that this is the easiest place for a large force to gather and land. The sheer cliff is suitable for interception points. The visibility is good so you can take the initiative. Also, if you look at the equipment of the Mars suits, there are several features prepared for mobile dolls.”

There seemed to be more reasons, but No Name interrupted the explanation.

“In other words, the fact that they showed up here without intending to fight us can be judged as preparation for battle with Lana Green.”

“That’s right. As expected of you Phobos.”

That was refreshing to hear.

After that, Professor W explained the recent trends in the political situation in the Republic of Lana Green, the direction and deployment pattern of the Virgo army’s invasion and took into account the weather conditions of Mars on top of that.

There was no point in listening quietly.

“The problem is the third option!”

I decided to prioritize my own interests over convincing explanations.

“I don’t think so- That’s sharp, Duo but that’s not true.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, was that the bad premonition or the feeling of impending doom that I’ve been having for a while?

“The third option is to work with them to prevent the landing of the Lana Green Virgo unit. Once that’s done, go back to the first option and force your way into Relena City to rescue the hostages.”

I was speechless, just as I thought. However, is it possible to cooperate with the Mars Federation at this point in time? Since they advocate complete pacifism, the Mars Federation is in a disadvantageous situation. That’s their own fault.

I thought we had to kill Relena Peacecraft as soon as possible. I had feeling it was going to be a game on Mars.

“At this time, it’s better not to think about hostile forces or strategic superiority.”

I don’t have a grudge, but I don’t have the merit of helping either.

“Hey, is this some kind of joke? Why do we have to protect their country?”

Professor W seemed surprised when said that in disgust.

“That doesn’t sound like you Duo. You don’t need a reason to help people, do you?”

Naturally I had no words to reply. However, I wanted to point out the ridiculousness of whether this situation is at a comfortable level to be helping people.

“The choice is decided by looking at the progress of the battle, isn’t it?” No Name confirmed before me.

Professor W nodded with a smile.

“Yes… That’s what I mean.”

“How do we make a decision?”

“How about a majority vote?”

“Ok”

“I’m fine with that too”

I nodded without making any retorts.

At least the first option was not ideal for me.

At first, I thought that was the only way but the story changes when Lana Green’s Virgo unit shows up. I can’t beat Naina and her friends as well as mobile dolls. More than anything else, my pride won’t allow it.

In this case the second option, ‘viewing from the cliff,’ would be best. I’m sure No Name thinks so too. Only this older Professor W seems to be thinking the other way.

We moved to the northern end of the coast as instructed by Professor W. He explained that I was a special seat where he could ascertain the progress of the battle but the place smells pretty dangerous, just like the tactically important left flank.

I suddenly thought – Is Naina really unaware of us? Am I and No Name just being pushed by Professor W? Such a question crossed my mind. He reminds me of my shitty father who always lied to me. In some ways, I feel that Father and Professor W are similar. Those guys are really shady.

After a few minutes, there was a radar response. Five large MD transport ships from the Republic of Lana Green are approaching from the southeast. This type of transport craft can carry up to twelve Virgos. A total of sixty Virgos will be part of the landing operation.

Three Mars suits await – The Queen of Hearts, the King of Spades and the Jack of Clubs, facing twenty times their force. It was normal to expect that it would be a tough battle.

The three MS that were previously on top of the cliff were gone. A large number of Virgos were dropped from three large MD transport ships that flew ahead near the central coastline.

Naina’s Queen of Hearts suddenly jumped out alone. It seems that there is no intention of setting up a joint force with all three Mars Suits. She was charging in a straight line, a bold attack.

It seemed that the purpose was to pre-emptively disturb the enemy. The Virgos enemy search system doesn’t react to the Queen of Hearts whilst wearing the Red Riding Hood, so she can jump into the center and act freely.

The Virgo, who tried to defend themselves, were instantly preyed upon by a large beam mace. However, even Virgo, which is powerless by itself, jumps up in power several times as soon as it is incorporated into a group. The defensive posture of the Neo Planet Defensor becomes an impregnable wall, and the wave attack of the beam rifle becomes effective.

Naina’s Queen of Hearts was being bombarded with a barrage of high-output beam rifles. That said, they couldn’t land a decisive blow on the Queen of Hearts, who wears a Nano Defensor-coated red riding hood. She had subtly derailed Virgo’s sensors and confused the aiming of their beam rifles.

Professor W with Snow White stood to the right of me and my buddy.

“Virgo is the most troublesome when grouped together. It becomes a huge multi-headed, multi-legged monster that is driven by a single will… Its frenzied energy hides an insidious and malevolent will.” Professor W said quietly.

Even though I was told that it was a huge, multi-headed, multi-legged monster, I couldn’t visualize it. In my head, I came up with things like spiders with lots of eyes, squids and octopuses and forced them together. Anyway, I’m not good with those kinds of creatures.

No Name in Scheherazade standing to the left of me, spoke.

“But in the end, it’s an unmanned weapon. It has no resolution and no responsibility.”

That’s why I believed it was too troublesome.

When I faced forty mobile dolls called Maganac by myself, I had a hard time fighting to the death. It was a good strategy for me to knock out the only three Virgos that were with Gundam Epyon. No matter how cowardly the Martian Federation’s lightweight air combat is, we will have a hard time fighting if they come in large numbers.

I thought so at least, but I didn’t say anything.

It’s useless to use words to teach someone who has no real experience. My senior, Heero, forced that kind of thing on me in actual combat. Done without explanation. It’s annoying but thanks to that, I’m still able to survive.

Just like before when I fought Naina’s Queen of Hearts, she takes a straight line of action. On the other hand, nearly twenty Virgos attacked in waves in a circular motion, cutting of retreat routes and chasing them into the center.

But I soon realized that this was a ‘decoy’. It looks like Virgo has cornered her but in reality, its actions have formed a pattern and there are many openings to take advantage of.

If the Virgo forces form a spiral attack formation, the allies will shoot each other. Mobile Dolls don’t hesitate to shoot each other. Naina was planning for that. Three Virgos exploded in no time.

“This is a comedy,” Professor W blurted out. “What happens once is said to be a tragedy if it happens twice, and a comedy the third time.”.

Even as he said that there was no smile on his face. He continued his words in a painful tone.

“The first time was in AC182, when the Sanc Kingdom of King Marticus Peacecraft collapsed after being attacked by the Allied Forces for the Unification of the Earth Sphere… The second time was in AC195, when Relena Peacecraft inherited complete pacifism and restored the Sanc Kingdom. But it was attacked by OZ, surrendered completely and the nation was dismantled…”

I was fed up. It’s the same with my crappy father but I felt sorry for the old folk tales. Perhaps Professor W guessed what I was thinking and ended the conversation with just a few more words.

“Actually, the second time, I was also on the battlefield. Just like now, a large force of Virgo was rushing to the coast.”

“Hmph, is this the third time a country has been destroyed by pacifism?”

“Heh… Really, it’s a comedy that can’t be laughed at.”

The peaceful nation collapses because of Relena Peacecraft, the second president of the Mars Federation government. Stupid people made such a stupid choice. No need to feel sorry.

“What do you want to do? Shall we make our decision here?” Professor W said coldly.

I agreed with the proposal, but No Name still seemed undecided.

“No, It’s still too early… Let’s see the movements of the remaining two Mars Suits before making a decision.”

The Queen of Hearts of Naina was fighting fiercely, its long red muffler leaves a trail of glitter.

The Mars Suit ‘Jack of Clubs’ appeared. The beam tabar in its hand possesses tremendous destructive power with its spear-shaped beam sword and heat axe. A weapon that can attack both linearly and in a circular motion.

However, that weapon type is unusually difficult to handle because it’s the same beam size as my buddy’s. If you can’t move agilely, you will be attacked immediately but Jack of Clubs overwhelms the Virgo.

When I saw that it was fully demonstrating such mobility, I thought that the pilot must be the daughter of the Winner family, but Professor W and No Name denied it.

No Name says that Katrine is more precise and delicate and that her bold fighting style is similar to that of Naina’s twin brother.

Professor W asserted that it was Milou Peacecraft. Two people who know the daughter of the Winner family better than me say that, so there’s no doubt about it.

What surprised me was that Milou Peacecraft had a fighting style similar to that of old Master Chang. The breathing of the interval, the timing of approach and withdrawal, were exactly the same. I thought he was also doing image tracing, but I knew that was impossible.

Preventor’s top-level piloting cannot be traced so easily.

The Jack of Clubs was following the Queen of Hearts while attacking boldly. They combined a seemingly reckless charge with a sweeping defense.

Certainly, there is no way the selfish old Master Chang would be able to fight in such a caring way. Also, such co-operation is impossible for the daughter of the Winner family.

All along, I believed that Milou was just a weirdo who played a dissonant chord whilst remaining silent.

Due to the coordinated attacks of the Jack of Clubs and Queen of Hearts, the number of Neo-Planetary Defensors gradually decreased from 60 to 50. Even so, since they were facing a force twenty-five times as strong, I knew that they would eventually weaken.

The King of Spades, on which the daughter of the Winner family rides, wielding its weapon - the beam lance, started its assault.

It was a way of fighting like pushing with brute force. I was wondering what was so delicate and precise about the attack but when I looked closer, the aim of each attack was accurate, the defense was perfect and there was no waste in every single action.

The King of Spades hung over the rearmost Virgo, whose Neo-Planet Defensor defense had weakened, slashed at it and mowed down the three machines that were clustered in front of it.

I was impressed that she was the skillful young lady that I’ve fought twice before.

When she was manipulating Maganac Mobile Dolls, she used her advanced tactics to toy with me and my senior, Heero, while fighting with Prometheus. At the time, she was using a gattling gun in combat. But now I’m watching her defeat Virgo in hand-to-hand combat at a speed that I can’t keep my eye on.

The impression is that she immediately chooses the most suitable way of fighting on the battlefield on the spot. No, it would be more accurate to say that the strategy is matched to the machine. I can’t imitate that kind of thing.

Apart from that, the King of Spades seemed to be fighting pushing out a group of Virgo to a specific location.

Looking at it from a bird’s-eye view, it turned counterclockwise, disturbed them and gradually moved toward the north-northwest side. The northern end…… of the northwest coast. In other words, it was an attack that guided the enemy toward the direction where we were watching.

I clicked my tongue as my heart raced. Somehow, it’s going to be the third option, isn’t it? That’s what I was thinking at the time.

Virgo switched attack methods. They narrowed down the scattered targets to one and focused on the King of Spades in the back.

“You’re being too cocky, Katrine,” muttered No Name.

“With that way of fighting, you’re always the only one who gets hurt.”

“Yes, the enemy’s attack pattern is to check the King first and then move to defeating each one.”

“And that’s a position to assist Milou’s Jack.”

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but No Name sounded angry.

The Queen of Hearts stood out too far in the avant-garde. The Jack of Clubs was isolated in the center. It was the King of Spades who supported them from the rear.

However, even with my own eyes, I was able to see that the group of Virgos repeated dispersal and combination to prepare themselves and that they had formed a formation that would destroy each of the three Mars suits with a counterattack.

“Professor, let’s take a majority vote.” No Name said in an unusually fast tone.

Ah yes, I see. I’m the one who was put on board from the beginning. I felt bad for myself for not noticing this sooner. I guess this No Name and foolish Professor W also intended to do so from the beginning.

Majority decision, it doesn’t make any sense. There was always only one option.

“This is annoying! It’s the third time, so it’s a comedy, right? If so, I’ll end it here!” I yelled out.

This is a comedy that can’t be laughed at.

“I will take care of my sis Naina!”

When my partner and I were about to take off, No Name and Scheherazade were already moving on ahead.

“Forty-two remaining… It’s an assignment for one person.”

No Name’s face appeared on the sub-monitor.

“It’s an easy win, isn’t it, Fenrir?”

He’s an annoying bastard but I was honestly happy that he called me ‘Fenrir’

“Ok! Let’s do it!”

I spread my partner’s black cloak to the side and took out a beam-scythe with both arms.

“Hey, c’mon! The wolf in devil’s skin is here!”

Too bad it’s got to be like this.

My partner and I rushed into the Virgo unit in the form of an interception. My crappy Dad always used to say that warlocks don’t use tactics like that but how I use my buddy is up to me.

Virgo’s Neo-Planet Defensor was already out of defense. Due to the relentless attacks of Naina and her friends, the electro-magnetic output had was weakened considerably. Repeatedly dispersing and combining graceful attacks had caused a gap to take advantage of.

I was able to cut Virgos’ main body in two with a single stroke.

If you can get inside the Virgo aggregate, the fights yours. The cut and cut and cut. If you go as wild as possible, you’ll get the hang of it fast.

“Can you help me, Duo?”

I heard Naina’s voice through the secret line from the communication device. If she can use that line, does that mean our conversations are leaking? Now is not the time to worry about such things.

The Queen of Hearts, wielding a very thick beam mace, was fighting next to my partner.

“Don’t let them see you!” I spoke. “You can’t just keep hanging around this scum.”

“Ufufu, thank you.”

Scheherazade disassembled the Virgo around the King of Spades one by one. From here I could only just see the trail of light from his jambiya.

“Trowa Phobos, I will not thank you,” said the daughter of the Winner family through the same secret line.

“Do not worry… I don’t expect that.” Anonymous said without intonation. “And I’m not Trowa Phobos.”

The Queen of Hearts’ beam mace and the Warlock’s beam scythe used their respective characteristics to attack. They alternate between straight lines and circles. It was the same offensive movement line as Jack of Clubs beam tabar but neither of us could do both at the same time, so together we were able to destroy them much more effectively.

The number of Virgo had decreased by about half and all of the Neo-Defensors had been shot down.

I had defeated four and Naina defeated three. I’m sure No Name, the daughter of the Winner family and Milou Peacecraft would have been defeating them at the same rate.

At that moment, Professor W’s voice echoed.

“This is Snow White. Everyone please stay away from the sea… Shoot the white of the ‘Seven Dwarfs’”

Snow White, in its white cloak, stood on the northernmost shore and had an arrow aimed towards me and my buddy.

As instructed, we left the Virgo aggregate and headed for the coast.

“Stance… set.”

Snow White had adjusted its feet and decided on its center of gravity.

“Knocking…setup”

It then attached an arrow to its bow. Milou’s Jack of Clubs and the Winner daughter’s King of Spades had not yet reached the shore, but Professor W had no intention of waiting.

“Drawing….”

Show white was drawing its arrows and the target had already been set.

“Full draw….”

At last, the Jack and King were able to stand clear on the sand at the water’s edge.

“Release!”

Snow White shot a white arrow. It became a dazzling flash of light and headed towards the Virgo aggregate. The white flash turned into countless pure white doves along the way, spreading and falling over a wide area of the sea, turning the black sea into a pure white.

A tremendous spark occurred. A violent electric shock struck up as a reverse lightning that went from the sea to the sky.

It was a powerful plasma discharge.

The remaining twenty or so Virgo received a direct hit and instantly stopped functioning. I was a little appalled that Professor W had tried to use such a dangerous thing on me. He is dangerous after all.

It doesn’t smell like gunpowder rather it smells like explosives, like nitric acid or nitroglycerine.

It’s settled. If you have that many weapons, I think you should just use them from the beginning, but I also have a secret trick that I often use, so I can’t say anything.

“Wrong,” Professor W laughed on the sub-monitor. “I didn’t think I’d end up using the white arrow as a secret.”

It seems that had he read my complexion.

“It has the properties of ‘lightning’ but the electromagnetic field is similar to Virgo’s Neo-Planetary Defensor and when there is another electromagnetic field, it becomes electrically saturated and has no effect.”

So, he was waiting for us to shoot down the Neo-Planetary Defensor? I’m the type of person who wants to take it easy and win but Professor W seems to be that type of person too. No should I say “efficient”?

From now on, I will have to choose my words carefully. You should be careful with dangerous people.

At that time, I intercepted Milou Peacecraft’s communication with the Winner family’s daughter.

“Katrine… you have received a message from the retreating MD transport flying ship of the Republic of Lana Green.”

“To me?”

“Turn over to there.”

“Greetings Katrine. -”

I listened in.

“It’s been a while since Saint Minerva.”

The voice sounded like that of a young woman.

“Stella? Is it you Stella?”

The Winner daughter seemed quite upset.

“Ufufufu… It looks like you’ve made a lot of new friends. I envy you.”

On the other hand, the voice of the young women on the other side sounded rather high-handed.

“Why are you with Lana Green?”

“I’m going to excuse myself for today, but next time I won’t take it easy.”

Communication was cut off.

I don’t know what kind of relationship this woman ‘Stella’ had with the daughter of the Winner family, but she’s obviously an enemy.

I imagined that there must be some sort of fate in communicating directly to my side. Also, I sensed some sort of willpower in the Virgo Aggregates’ fighting style, so it’s possible this woman named Stella was operating the Mobile Doll System.

I thought about telling the Winner girl about it but now is not the time to be “close buddies”

I spoke to Professor W.

“Now we can finally have a 3 vs 3 match! Let’s start the first option now!”

Professor W replied with his usual smile.

“No, we’ve come this far.”

I didn’t quite understand what he meant.

Professor W switched to an external speaker and yelled at Naina’s Mars Suit.

“We will drop our weapons and surrender!”

“Hey, why!!!”

I panicked. No, I was the only one who panicked. The sub-monitor showed No Name with a face that looked like it was only natural.

“Calm down.”

Excuse me, how can I calm down?

“This is a strategy. We can’t rescue Miss Catherine, Doktor T and Heero Yuy unless we go to Relena City.”

“Well, yes, but…..”

“Perhaps you can meet Relena Peacecraft.”

“If we get caught, wouldn’t it be difficult to assassinate her?”

“…..Oh really?”

No Name had a face that said, “if it was me, I could easily do it”.

“……..”

No Name and Professor W are total gurus. No, when I thought about it all, everyone here besides Naina, were people I didn’t know very well. Maybe everyone is friendly and trying to trick me.

“Understood. I accept your surrender.” Naina’s voice was heard through the Queen of Hearts’ external speaker. “Duo! You made a good decision!”

What a joke. I’m still not convinced.

For a moment, I thought about hiding in the shadows and running away alone but I decided against it. I felt that this wasn’t the place to fight.

There was a brown band at the end of my braided hair. Four years ago, on Christmas, it was Naina who gave me this as a present.

“I used to like you.”

“Huh, well I agree…” I thought I’d be best to keep my mouth shut. “I liked me too!”

I had no choice but to agree to be taken prisoner.

A few hours later, we were put on a hover transport boat with simple handcuffs and transported to Relena City. Indeed, handcuffs of this size can be easily removed, the rest is timing and weapon replenishment.

Whilst being taken away, I felt hungry again. Come to think of it, what was that meat I ate this evening? I asked No Name.

“Hey, what was that meat?”

“It’s a Mars ammonite.”

“Huh? ammonite?”

“Several years ago, a genetically engineered creature seems to have settled in the Utopia Basin and bred, but the details are unknown…”

There must have been fossils left on Earth.

I think that they were ancient creatures that were already extinct, but I don’t know for sure. I remember seeing an eerie picture of squid-like legs growing out of a conch shell. There was a story that there was one that was thought to be about two meters because it was so large.

It’s surprising such things are increasing on Mars. Could it be that the ancient Earth’s oceans are similar to modern Mars oceans?

“Is it ok to eat that kind of thing?”

“I don’t know…”

Humans – no, all the creatures living in this world take the lives of other creatures by the act of “eating things”. If humans have souls, then birds, pigs and cows will too and maybe even ammonites.

But if a wolf eats it, the market is set for a piglet or a lamb, or at least a cute Little Red Riding Hood. And yet… I felt like I was carrying an extra burden. My hunger was instantly quelled.

At dawn, we arrived at Relena City. The three of us were taken to the president’s official residence, along with Naina. In the back room of the long corridor was the Oval Office. The fragrant smell of grilled bacon wafted from there. It felt like a frenzy as the bugs in my stomach groaned.

On the other side of the door was Doktor T and Catherine, who were having an elegant breakfast. On a white tablecloth lay a platter of bacon, eggs and green salad and a small plate next to it was a freshly baked croissant. A clear amber onion soup was next to that.

The silver tableware was dazzling. To my surprise, the basket in the middle was full of fruits such as muscat grapes, apples and bananas.

Doktor T put down his dishes, wiped his lips gently with a napkin and spoke.

“You’re late…”

Professor W was calm.

“No, thank you for waiting.”

“Phobos, I saved a banana for you.” Catherine said with a smile.

No Name smiled dryly for some reason.

“Ah, Ah…”

My senior wasn’t here.

Naina, the daughter of the Winner family and Milou Peacecraft started eating the breakfast dishes that had been prepared in front of us. I wanted to complain but before I could Professor W spoke.

“Please behave yourself. We are prisoners of war.”

It seems that he read my complexion again. But aren’t there breakfasts for the poor prisoners of war? Should such discrimination be allowed? In addition –

“Aren’t the Doktor and Catherine prisoners?”

“Yes…”

Doktor T threw a piece of croissant into his mouth.

“We are guests.”

It looked extraordinarily delicious. When the croissant was cut into strips, I wanted to eat even the small flakes that fell off.

“Guest? Why are you a guest?”

“Because I’m with Heero, who is a state guest.”

Doktor T turned his gaze toward the office desk in the back. A weak morning sun streamed in through the large windows. A simple office desk by the window had a swivel chair with its back turned.

When the chair turned towards me, sitting there was Heero Yuy wearing a black virtual visor. It was the same kind of thing my father had back at the Arctic base. My senior coldly told me to remove it.

“It’s over, Relena….”

From the next room appeared the Martian Federation’s second president, Relena Peacecraft and her aide, Lucrezia Noin.

They seemed to have already finished eating and they were holding blue flower-patterned cups of tea. There was an elegant scent that I had never smelled before.

President Relena spoke while offering a teacup to my senior.

“How was the ‘Peacecraft File’?”

“…..”

My senior said nothing. He didn’t even drink the tea.

Even though we’re in this place, we’re surrounded by an atmosphere that makes me feel as if we don’t exist. Feeling alienated is not such a great thing. It was as if those two couldn’t see us.

“Should I look?”

Relena was there, not the president but the girl. I could only see that in her eyes. Relena let out a small sigh. A long time ago, Naina often sighed like that.

“I’m really hesitant…”

His eyes were closed, and his small shoulders were drooping.

“If it was you before, you wouldn’t have hesitated…”

The surface of the black tea shook slightly. My senior had a pistol in his hand. He looked down, then slowly pointed the muzzle between Relena’s eyebrows and said quietly.

“I’ll kill you when you’re done watching….”

Relena took a deep breath and opened her eyelids to reveal her beautiful clear blue eyes and spoke.

“Yes…”

She didn’t seem to hesitate anymore. Relena put the black virtual visor over her face-

<<Continued in volume 8>>

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