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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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Book II, Part 2: Prodigal Man

"Jae.."

Shit. You didn't think you'd ever see him again. Standing there like a ghost is the man so terribly pretty it's made him ugly. So smooth and nasty, women have ruined themselves emotionally because of him. It makes you ill to think of all that wasted face, body, and good dick being carted about by an adult fuckboi with the emotional range of a plastic duck. It nearly makes you want to scream, you can't catch a break with a normal guy.

A white gold chain peaks through his half-open black button down that's tucked into cuffed black pants over black velvet St. Laurent loafers. You could tell designers on sight and he wore his mostly on his feet.. like you. A red bag hides behind his legs.

"What's that?"

"Jae.. We gotta talk."

"No we don't.."

He blocks your door and you meet his eye.

"I personally have nothing to say to you."

"Right," he nods not taking a word seriously. "I got money to spend and word on the street, you still searching for someone to scratch that itch."

"Move from my door."

He does step aside and you struggle with your key as you feel his eyes on you.

"You look nice," he says as you let yourself in. "Keep trying, Jae. You won't find a replacement, I'll tell you that," he says as you shut the door. He might be right for now but you can continue to try. "You can't stay mad when you knew what it was.

Watch me.

"You ain't gotta like me, but you gotta standing appointment whenever you ready. Jae," he repeats through the door. "Them other women ain't got nothing to do with us."

"Bye Erik." He's acting like the true issue doesn't exist.

You walk away from the door to use the restroom taking your sweet time and when you return to check the peephole he's gone. The nigga really left, bag and all.

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"Yes, those look great on," you smile to a blonde girl who's trying on the Donna boots in the mirror.

"Thank you," she smiles back politely and you move on to assist a woman who looks torn between options. With a nudge and some flattery she ends up purchasing each pair and you ring her up with excitement. Then he walks into the store. You ignore him as he approaches the counter to stare you down, setting that same red gift bag within your view and willing you to acknowledge him through the processing of the shopper. You don't. You check out yet another shopper with a smile and send them on their way.

"Talk to me," he pats the counter once it's clear, beckoning you to communicate but he's had ample time to appear and communicate with you and he hadn't before now. He was the one in the wrong. "I should've come before now," he nods. "I'm the one in the wrong," he admits as if reading your thoughts.

"Hell yeah you were wrong, but it's in the past," you lie. "Did you need something today?"

"You know I do.." He looks you up and down with a look of hunger that unlocks physical memories. You cut it off quick.

"Act right or leave," you warn. You can feel his eyes on your body just as you can still hear the way he sounded when he said all those racy things. The abandoned church comes back to mind and so does the feel of his dick sliding inside of you. You lock your thighs tightly. You can feel every ridge as you stand.. remember the sweet girth. It makes you take a breath which you see him mentally note.

"There's nothing here for you," you affirm and turn away as you gather yourself at a short distance and head back to the floor. He follows.

"You ain't been fucked good since I left, have you," he whispers, voice low enough and seductive for your sharp ears only. It goes directly through you. You glance back at him, scoff, and look away as though you're unimpressed. He waits, pretending to look at a pair of heels as you engage another shopper and when you walk away he follows yet again. "You've been searching for a nigga who can satisfy."

"Erik, get away from me," you groan feeling lust travel through your body.

"If you weren't so mad I'd give it to you now. You been missing out on good dick, I'm sorry." He holds out the red bag which you snatch looking inside. It's a white YSL clutch.

"You should be."

"Consider this my apology and appeal. It's hard to find a person who can deliver great sex out here with a clean bill of health and no kids."

"So that's why you back, the tacky counterfeit Jae you left me for can't fuck," you smirk and he caves with an affirming nod.

"..That's fair-"

"I'm gonna stop you there," you turn facing him.

"Word."

"It's giving me extremely toxic, triflin, bad energy."

"Yeah."

"Yeah? What you mean yeah!?"

"Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"

"What!?" You're louder than you intended.

"Mhm.. Let me taste it."

"Get the fuck out my store," you mutter looking away for respite.

"Your pussy jumped didn't it.."

"Boy no, ain't nobody thinking about you." You avoid his gaze and catch yourself breathing shallow all because of the memories he keeps triggering by being close to you. "First of all, you lost privileges to that information the second you tried to bootleg me.. okay? Get that straight. Why did you lie?"

"I didn't," he smiles deceptively. "Jae.. I wouldn't lie to you. Didn't we have fun?" His eyes gesture to your thighs. "Don't you miss it? Let me get a taste."

"Tuh!" You return to the counter. You knew of his womanizing from the start and planned to squeeze him for gifts, but things changed a bit when he said you were special to him. You'd have never cooked a meal for him otherwise. You look him up and down. "I was only in it for the gifts."

"And you got em.. So what's the issue?"

"Ain't no issue. You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted."

"Exactly," he smirks. "So what's the issue.. We can both get what we crave."

This was the irritating thing. He knew you were more invested than you let on and he led you on. That was his thing. You knew it you just didn't see yourself falling for it. You wouldn't fall for it twice though.

"Not tonight.. I'm tired and I'm on my period."

"Baby that ain't ever stopped nothing but a sentence."

"Just stop," your hand raises. He's serious and you know it. Sighing, you tap your nails on the counter thinking over his offer. "So if I crave a new car, you're going to buy me one?"

"Fuck me good and I'll think about it," he smirks rubbing through his beard.

"That's not gonna work for me," you press. "It's a simple yes or no."

"Fuck me good five times. Same conditions as before. I'll buy you a Mercedes. A new one."

"And you ain't gonna disappear before I get it..," you squint. He shakes his head.

"Let me know when you ready."

"Believe me when I'm free of this I will let you know," you assert.

"Aight then," he nods backing out of the store. "Don't make me come looking for you," he points.

Or what, you wonder deciding to test it. Just because of that comment you don't call. A week passes and you find yourself anticipating his arrival at your door or your job. A tingling sensation tells you he could come at anytime.

As anticlimactic as it is, he chooses to call while you're at the pump.. pumping your gas.

"I know you off your period by now," he says. No hello, how are you.. You switch ears.

"Wouldn't you know it, it's irregular. That happens when you have a lot of added stress."

"In that case see you at 10." Click.

Obviously he didn't get that he was the stress.

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Any other time when entertaining you'd have wine or fruit or at least water bottles set up, but this time you have nothing. Hearing the knock on the door you open it and he walks in with a container of cut watermelon and pineapple and a bottle of Graham's Six Grapes Port heading to your kitchen like he was never gone.

"Hand me that bottle opener," he points to the small kitchen drawer and you get it out. "Go to your room and wait for me."

Your kitty jumps and you almost go. "It don't work like that, Mr. Nigga."

"Suddenly it don't," he mutters pouring two glasses. "If that lil pussy tryna get ate tonight it better wait for me in that room."

"But I told you I'm still on my period."

"I know, you lied. You think I don't know when you lying? Get yo goofy ass-"

"Okay I'm a go, but only because-"

"Uhuh," he absently mutters opening the fridge to look inside. Biting your lip you linger for a second watching him before going but when you hit your room you immediately start to strip.

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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They’re So Pretty, It Hurts | Zoe

Plot: Several minutes of the reader being a disaster

Word Count: 1,870

Warnings: Pining. So much pining.

A/N: it’s woman loving hours, lads.

Tags: @yagirlcheesely @moppetwithamanbun @tales-of-hisirdoux @blixeon

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Sometimes, you go to a bookstore, and you see a pretty girl. You make eye contact, and it’s only for a second, but it still takes your breath away. Her eyes are just so blue, the colour of the sky when the sun is finished rising. You could get lost in them, you wanted to get lost in them, but instead, you look away almost instantly because being perceived is Not Fun. Still, your cheeks are warm, and you’re desperate to steal another glance at her.

This is one of those times. Except you worked at the bookstore, but that didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Bottom line, you’d made eye contact with a cute girl and instantly fallen in love with her. It be like that sometimes, but we manage and move forward. You managed and moved forward by hiding behind one of the shelves. You were not the best at managing and moving forward. You may have actually gone backwards, I’m not sure. Either way, your heart was racing, practically beating out of your chest. It felt you couldn't breathe, like oxygen was made of cute girls, which sounds nice but is, in practice, really impractical and very suffocating.

“Uh, (Y/N)? You good, mate?”

“Hhjkjadfhkaljdfhakhfd-”

“Oh, fuzzbuckets.”

Your lovely, lovely coworker, Hisirdoux Casperan, had noticed you hiding behind the shelf, which wasn’t difficult at all, really. You didn’t care though, you were mostly hiding from the cute girl. Literally, anyone and everyone else who entered the bookstore could see you, but that didn’t matter. As long as she didn’t see, everything would be fine. Douxie, however, thought you may have had a stroke.

“(Y/N)?” he gave your arm a little poke, “(Y/N)? (Y/N) darling, are you-”

“Alkjdhfalksdhfajlksdfhakjf, yeah, sorry, I just-” you didn’t finish your sentence. You just kind of floated away into the void, attention stolen again by the cute girl. Her hair was pink, her clothes very punk-rock. Yeah, yeah, you were a goner. God, she was pretty. Oh. Oh, fuck, she was coming this way.

You jerked your head to face the books you were hiding behind (something about true crime? It looked cool, but now was not the time,) while Douxie faced the cute girl head-on. You would never know where he found the confidence, but you respected it.

“Zoe! This is (Y/N), she’s the new one I was telling you about.”

Zoe. Zoe. You liked it. It was pretty, like her. Oh, god, she was talking to you.

“(Y/N), huh? Cute name, it suits you.”

If you could think coherently, you would have been wondering if that meant she found you cute, but you couldn’t think coherently. At the moment, your thoughts were mostly “AKJKDSFHKJHG,” and “KSHFJAHFKJHAKDFHKALDFHLAJSDFHKLJADSHFKLHASKDJFHKALS,” and you still couldn’t breathe! It was very valid of you, to be honest.

“Uhh, thanks. You too.”

Good, good, that was what a normal person would say. This was a normal, average conversation. You definitely didn’t have a huge crush on her or anything, nooooo-

“So, uh… true crime?”

You blinked a few times in confusion before realizing that she was referring to the shelf you were leaning on. Oh, yeah, true crime. Oh, god, she was looking at you, they were both looking at you, QUICK THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT TRUE CRIME.

“Uh, yeah, I like… crime.”

Oh, wow that was dumb. I mean, it wasn’t the worst thing you could have said, but you would always remember that one of the first things you said to Zoe was “I like crime.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You… like crime?”

Too late to back out now, “...Yes. I’m… I’m good at crime. I enjoy arson.”

It was stupid. Really stupid, like, you didn’t even know where that came from. But it made her laugh. And you knew at that moment that you would do anything to make her laugh again. Her smile was a blessing that brought light into your world, and you wanted to see it every day if she was okay with that.

“Ah, I like you, you’re cute. Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you later. And you!”

You were trying to recover from the first six words of that sentence, but now she was pointing at you! And looking! Eye contact! Ah!

“Stick around Arcadia, ok? I wanna see you again.”

“I-I um-” you were straight-up dying now, ok, “Well, you know where to find me!”

Her smile was the most important thing in the world and you would die to protect it.

“Aight, I’m out! Bye guys!”

“See you, Zo.”

“B-bye!”

As soon as she was gone, you collapsed against the bookshelf and buried your face in your hands. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WELL, that could have gone better, but it didn’t go worse, and for that you were thankful.

Douxie stared at you for a second. He’d seen friends in this state before, as often as the night prior, actually. Zoe had had the same reaction when she first saw you that you had to seeing her now, and he’d promised to introduce you. She’d been so calm earlier because she’d been practicing what to say in the mirror for, like, a day. You, on the other hand, had not prepared for this. It was finals week and you had not studied. Shit, you hadn’t even known about finals week. Your friend had just devised this gay little plot and it left you a flustered mess with no study materials. There were no cue cards in this world, only pretty-girl-panic and fits of uncontrollable blushing.

He knelt down to get on your level, “You okay?”

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Understandable. You wanna chill in the back for a minute?”

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

It wasn’t a verbal confirmation, but you nodded, and he took that as a yes. He helped you to your feet and led you to the back, which was technically his house, but whatever, semantics.

“Here, I’ll just let you chill for a bit. I’ll be back soon, please don’t die.”

“I won’t!”

He smiled at that and walked back into the shop to continue dealing with the public. F in the chat for Douxie. In the meantime, you just curled yourself into a ball on his couch and made a low humming noise. Man, were you bad at… everything or what?

“Mrowr?” You looked up to see a familiar mass of black fur, his head tilted in curiosity.

“Ah, hey Arch.”

“Mrp.”

“You know you don’t have to do the whole cat thing with me? I know you can talk.”

“Well, it’s nice to pretend sometimes. Besides, we don’t know when that door’ll open again or for who. It’s best to stay inconspicuous.”

You let a small laugh escape you as you started to calm down, your lungs finally getting the oxygen they’d so desperately missed, “I mean, that’s fair.”

“Mrpt?” which, in cat, meant, “So, what’s up?”

“Well, it’s this girl. Zoe. Pink hair, blue eyes, the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever seen. I just… she’s really cute and I made an absolute fool out of myself in front of her.”

“Mrooooooooooooooooooooow,” meaning, “(Y/N), dear, I know this Zoe. She’s friends with Douxie. The bar for general foolery is pretty high.”

“You really think so?”

“Mrow!” “(Y/N), I know so. If you like her so much, you should talk to her more! You’re a nice person, I’m sure she’d like you!”

“Thanks, Arch.”

“Prrbt,” “You’re welcome.”

“Well, I should probably get out there. Go be a functioning member of society. Thanks again, bud,” you gave the cat-dragon a little scratch behind the ears, smiling again at how he stretched up to meet your hand, “See ya around, cat man.”

“See you, (Y/N).”

You gave the familiar one last grin before you slipped out the door, glad that you could breathe, finally. And then that was ripped away from you by a cute pink-haired lady in the middle of the bookstore.

“Oh! Zoe! Hi!”

“Hey, (Y/N)! I just realized I uh, sort of forgot what I came here for.”

“That’s understandable! It happens to me all the time!”

“Heh, yeah,” she stopped talking and just stared at you for a second. You did the same before remembering that she said words, and that meant something.

“O-oh, yeah. What is it that you were looking for?”

“Oh, just,” she pulled a post-it note out of her pocket and handed it to you. Her finger brushed over yours and you could almost feel a spark there, “Just this.”

“C-cool! Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, I’ll be right back!” you gave her a quick nod before running upstairs to grab the book. While you were distracted, Zoe had her own little meltdown, but she composed herself as soon as she noticed you coming down the stairs.

“Aight, so here you go,” you handed her the book, fingers brushing hers, electricity running through them. Literally, there was electricity. You waved it off though. It was a magical world, and this wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen today (nope, that little award went to “I enjoy arson.”)

“That’ll beeeee, nothing. Take it.”

“Wait, that’s-that, why?

“I mean, it’s not something I’m allowed to do but, eh, you’re cute. And I told you I enjoy crime, didn’t I?”

“I’m-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it,” you said, immediately losing any cool persona you may have had. Zoe didn’t mind. She thought you were cute no matter what you did. That in itself was made evident by the blush on her cheeks.

“O-oh.”

You smiled a little. You did that, you were the cause of it. You could only hope that she was also okay with this.

“Well,” you bit your lip. The longer she stayed quiet the more you doubted your flirting skills, “I’ll be seeing you!”

“Wait!”

Your head shot up, eyes immediately focused on her, ready to hear whatever she had to say. Man, you were a simp.

“I uh… I was wondering if I could get your number? With this?”

You were pretty sure you died for a second, but when you recovered, you stuttered out a, “Yeah,” and quickly wrote your name and number on the post-it note she’d handed you.

The smile she gave you when you passed her the note was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“Well, I’ll call you! Or text you, or whatever…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous she was, because that was a solid mood, “I look forward to it!”

And with that, she was gone, but she couldn’t stop thinking about your laugh, and how she’d do anything to see your smile again.

Inside, you were thinking the same, or you were until Douxie re-appeared from wherever he'd been hiding.

"Congratulations!"

You jumped an entire foot in the air, something you didn't really think was possible until right then, "Jesus Christ, Casperan! Don't sneak up on me like that, God. That's the seventh time today, we need to get you a cowbell or something, my Go-"

"So, did it go well?"

Your satisfaction painted itself on your face, "Yeah," you hummed, looking out the window, "It went well."

#zoe toa x reader #zoe tales of arcadia x reader #toa zoe x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #zoe toa imagine #tales of arcadia zoe imagine #toa zoe imagine #fluff #zoe toa #toa zoe #pining #soft

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years

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What We Have (3)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Summary: Reader is Adonis’ adopted sister, she and Viktor falls for one another.

Word Count: 2,505

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You'd been visiting your brother every day while he was in the hospital. You were standing beside Rocky when he yelled at him. That made you even more nervous about him finding out about the kiss and now the toe curling, mind blowing sex.

When he was discharged, he and Bianca decided to stay with you and your mom since he needed a little help and she was getting far along into the pregnancy.

As the weeks went by and he was getting better. The tension started to ease around the house just a bit. You were in the kitchen talking to your mother when he stormed in.

"Aye, what's this?!" He tossed his phone in front of you.

You stared down at the screen and up at him.

"Shit, umm, I..." You stuttered and looked at your mother.

"This ain't cool. This man tried to take my life!"

"That was before the fight," you said as if that were any better.

"This ain't cool."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for all that! But you wouldn't understand, because it wasn't your father that was killed!" He yelled and snatched the phone up.

"Hey! Woah, alright now!" Your mother interjected.

"Really, Adonis? You gonna throw the little adopted baby story in my face?" Your eyes filled with tears.

"I will not have that, sit down," your mom directed him.

"Nah, I'm good," he said before trying to leave the room.

"I said sit down and I will not be saying it again." She waited for him to have a seat.

Adonis may have been a six foot tall heavyweight boxing champion, but when Mary Anne Creed went into mama bear mode, everyone listened. Including him.

"Now, I will not have my children going at one another like this. We will sit here and we will work it out. Adonis, don't you ever, and I do mean ever, again throw her adoption in her face. She is just as much mine and Apollo’s daughter as you are my son." She silently reminded him that she’d actually adopted him.

"Look, I ain't mean it like that, aight?" He said to you.

"I know what I've done is wrong, but it's done. At this point, all I can do is —" you stopped mid sentence and jumped from your seat.

You raced to the trash can and threw up.

"Yo, you good?!" He ran over to you. "I didn't mean to upset you so much. I just got mad and I shouldn't have said that."

"I'm good, I'm cool," you said as you wiped your mouth with the napkin your mother handed you.

"Here, sip this, it should settle your stomach," she handed you a glass of salt water.

You took one small sip and then another. Your family stood by and watched as you gulped down the entire glass.

"Oh my goodness, I really needed that. Thanks, mommy." You set the glass on the counter top.

"Ugh, okay, I'm out." Adonis said and left.

Your mother looked at you oddly.

"Are you pregnant?" She inquired.

"What? No!" You said.

"Haven't heard you complaining about cramps lately."

"Well, that's because my period isn't due for another... like..." You counted your fingers.

Once you realized that your math wasn't adding up you pulled out your phone and looked through your calendar.

"Shit!" You ran away to your room, but you knew you'd only bought the one test that day.

"What's going on?" Bianca walked in and asked.

"I did something so stupid. So very very stupid," you covered your face.

"Again?"

"Hey!"

"I am far too pregnant to pretend... Oh," she grabbed her stomach.

"What's wrong? Are you —" you looked at the growing wet spot on her pants. "Mommaaa!" You yelled.

You stared at the results in your hands.

"Are you sure?" You questioned the nurse. "I can pee again just to make sure."

"We've tested you twice Ms. Creed, the results are accurate," she assured.

While your brother was a few doors down bringing his baby girl into the world, you were finding out that you weren't too far behind with your own.

What were you gonna do with a baby? A baby by Viktor Drago of all the people in the world. You thanked the nurse, folded the papers up as small as possible and headed back down the hall.

"Uncle Rocky!" You threw your arms around his shoulders.

"Hey, where you been?" He asked.

"Oh, um, I just needed to take a walk. All the excitement was getting to me." You straight up lied to his face.

"Everything okay?" Your mother asked. She knew where you'd gone.

"Yes, all good," you lied to her too.

The doctor walked out to give you all an update and invite you inside of the room. Baby Amara had been delivered safely.

You sighed with relief. Saved just in time before she could question you.

You saw Viktor challenging Adonis on TV again. Saying if he didn't agree to a rematch then he wasn't a real champion. That clip originally aired a week ago. You rubbed your stomach. Three months had passed and you were finally getting a little pooch. Pretty soon, you wouldn't be able to hide this.

You smiled down at your niece. She was such a happy baby. You talked to her even knowing that she couldn't hear you. You held her close, so that she'd learn the vibrations of your voice. She always smiled back.

"That's a good look on you," Adonis said from behind you.

You laid the baby on her play mat and waved him over to sit. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You're gonna fight him again aren't you?" You sighed.

"Yeah, I talked to B and unc is gonna train me this time." He confirmed.

"I have to tell you something," you felt the tears stinging your eyes. You weren't exactly sure how he'd react, but judging by the last time, you knew it wouldn't be good.

"What's up?"

You unzipped the light jacket you were wearing and stood up. His face dropped.

"Tell me it's not his," he rubbed his hands over his face.

"It is and I'm keeping my baby," you let him know before he could ask.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!" He punched the wall.

"Donnie—"

"No! I don't want to hear that shit. He used you to get under my skin and laugh in my face and you fell right into his trap!"

"What if everything isn't about you, Adonis? Have you ever thought about that? What we had was real, even if it was just for a moment."

"You really think he gives a damn about you?" He yelled.

The tears you'd been holding dropped. You didn't know if your feelings were actually hurt or if it was hormones, but his words hit hard. Of course you'd thought about that, but it's not something you wanted to believe.

You couldn't argue with him. You were far more upset than you needed to be. You kissed your niece and turned to leave.

"Don't think I'ma go easy on him either. Not after what he did to me." He huffed.

You kept going as he spoke to your back. You should've said something. Anything. Because you didn't know when the next time would be when you spoke to your brother.

You walked into the arena and went straight to your seat. You hadn't spoken to Adonis since you left his apartment that day. It had been almost two months.

"Did you go wish your brother luck?" Your mother asked.

"No, I didn't want to upset him and throw him off his game." You said.

"Mm, and how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, nervous, but okay." You tugged at the hem of the oversized hoodie dress you'd worn. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep your secret. Pretty soon you'd have to go ghost so nobody would ask you questions.

The lights dimmed and Viktor walked out. He had more than just Ivan by his side this time around. You snorted. They were riding his coattails, every single one of them.

He looked over at you briefly and then turned his attention to the other side of the ring. That's when you saw her. Ludmilla, his mother, sitting proudly on the sidelines. You willed yourself not to go over there and kick her square in the chest.

The lights dimmed again pulling you from your thoughts. Bianca started singing and Adonis and his crew walked out behind her. You cheered them on.

She walked past the ring and stood next to you and your mother. She gave your growing belly a discreet little rub as you watched Adonis climb in.

You sat down and took a deep breath when they touched gloves. This was it. The moment you'd been dreading since you woke up this morning. You knew one of them would come out of this hurt. It was inevitable.

When the fight started Viktor went in heavy. You jumped back to your feet with the rest of the crowd. Adonis took some hits and avoided some. Your heart skipped a beat with every jab.

Adonis hits him with a quick combo and you cheered him on.

"That's it, D! Stay focused!" You yelled.

The two kept going after one another round after round. Split eyes, bloody noses. It seemed to be never ending.

Once round 4 was closing, you saw Viktor hold on to him and punch him twice in the ribs.

"What the fuck?!" You tried to get over to the other side, but security held on to you.

"How did you not see that?!" You yelled at the ref. "What the fuck is wrong with you Viktor?!"

He turned his back to you. You pushed the guard off of you and turned back to your family. The fight needed to be stopped, but you knew once again that Adonis wouldn't allow it.

You saw Viktor look over at Ludmilla just before the bell. The two men went in swinging once again. You could see Viktor going for Adonis' ribs again. He hit him and your brother dropped again.

"Get up, Adonis! You got this, brother, get up!!" You screamed.

You sighed with relief once he was back on his feet. He went at Viktor like a mad man. He dropped him, but Viktor got back up. He dropped him a second time and then you saw it. She was leaving.

Once again, his mother was walking out on him. He looked over while he was still down and saw the empty seats while he was pulling himself up. He went back in for more.

Adonis wasn't backing off. Hit after hit until he backed him into a corner. Viktor wouldn't stop. He was refusing to give up. Your heart dropped. Before you knew it, you were screaming at Ivan.

"Stop this, Ivan! He's gonna kill him, please!" You pleaded.

He finally threw in the towel. You were sad for Viktor, but you were happy for your brother. You, your mother and Bianca ran to Adonis to be at his side. You could see Viktor breaking down in the corner.

For the first time since you'd known them Ivan hugged his son. The Dragos left the ring, but you stayed put and kept your emotions in check as best you could.

"Aye, go check on your boy." Adonis said to you.

"No, Donnie, that'll look bad for you, I'll do it later," you declined.

"He needs you," his voice softened, "all of you."

You ran away to the locker rooms. You pushed past all of the reporters waiting for him to come out and banged on the door. Ivan pulled it open and stood in front of you as if he wasn't going to let you pass. The reporters shouted out questions as the two of you stood in a stare down.

Fed up, you squeezed past him. Now was not the time for him to act like a fool. You found Viktor sitting in a corner with his head hanging low. You stood beside him.

"Get out, you shouldn't be here," he said.

You could hear his soft sobs. You reached out to touch him, but pulled your hand back.

"You put up a good fight, Viktor... Even though you held on to him to crack his ribs again." You said to him. You wouldn't be you had you not mentioned it.

"I know," he exhaled.

You wanted to scream at him, but you couldn't kick him while he was down. So you lifted his chin up, so he'd look at you. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip was split and you could see traces of dried blood on his nose.

He gently pushed your hand away.

"She left me again," his voice was low. "She was ashamed of me and I would rather have died than fail."

"Oh, Viktor, baby..."

"You should go. Leave me like she did, because I don't deserve you."

"Sweetheart, I'll never leave you," you grabbed his hands and pressed them to your growing bump. "We will never leave you."

It took him a moment to understand what you were saying, but his eyes glittered with tears again once the realization set in.

"You're..." He started.

"Mmm hmm," you nodded.

"And we made this?"

"We did."

He placed kisses all over your belly.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.

"It was hard considering everything that was going on. I should have, but I didn't really know how." You admitted.

He couldn't take his hands off of you. He was already in love.

"Is it boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet. I figured we could find out what they are together."

"They?" He looked at you in shock.

You were so excited when you found out you were having twins, but you weren't exactly sure how he'd react to the news. First of you being pregnant and then the fact that you were having twins.

He stood and hugged you tight. He was happy. He silently promised to always be there for you and his kids.

Ivan cleared his throat. You'd forgotten that he was even in the room. Viktor stood in front of you like a shield as his father made his way over to you.

The older man stopped in his tracks when he realized what his son was doing. He understood why his first instinct would be to protect you, but he loved his son, so he'd never hurt you.

"Pozdravlyayu, congratulations" he hugged him and then gave you a nod.

"Wait, Ivan, was that a smile??" You asked.

He couldn't keep the grin off of his face. He was genuinely happy for his son. He'd have a family. Something that he always wanted. And after seeing his ex wife walk away from them again, he thinks it's time for him to move on as well.

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aight finally got something your prompt requests. How about a PIdgance magical girl/superhero au?

Man this ended up way longer than planned! Just for fun, I decided this takes place in the same setting as my Kallura Superhero AU Thanks to @isabeau25 and Hubby I got other headcanons for this AU which I’ll probably post in a separate post. For now, the fic!

Title: Caught You

Rating: G

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Pidge and Lance

Summary: The last thing Lance expected to find on his way home was a superhero caught up in a tree.

Lance’s brain desperately needed a reboot. It could be the only logical explanation for what he was seeing. Running into the local super hero Evergreen after finishing his practice at the pool?

Naw, that wasn’t so odd when Lance thought about it. Evergreen was a common sight at the university. It was a popular theory among the student body that he either worked or attended there.

Seeing Evergreen hanging upside down from a tree with his cape caught in the branches? Yeah, that was a bit bizarre. The guy was suppose to be a huge plant lover, and a natural for climbing trees. It was like watching a cat attempt to land on it’s feet and completely screwed up near the end. Lance discreetly took a photo because frankly it was funny. It was an opportunity he just couldn’t pass up.

Yet, as the superhero struggled and a stray branch tore off ‘his’ mask, Lance decided his brain had to be malfunctioning.

How else could he explain to seeing Pidge’s face there, right now, in what could only be Evergreen’s costume. The girl barely seem to realize he was even there as she let loose a series of curse words right before a branch broke and she tumbled out of the tree.

“Arrg, stupid, stupid tree,” she muttered as she rubbed her sore bottom. “This is why I hate nature.”

Lance’s mouth fumbled as he tried to form the words. “PIDGE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Pidge froze and her eyes were full of dread as she raised her head. They sat in silence as they stared at each other with nothing but the autumn wind blowing through.

Pidge opened and shut her mouth. “Lance?! What are you-” She then tried to cover her green costume with the cape. “T..This isn’t what it looks like!”

“IT’S LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE EVERGREEN!” Lance shouted. That whole sentence made no sense.

Pidge hated the outdoors. Evergreen was all about loving nature and stuff. Evergreen was a guy. Pidge was a girl. Just…what the hell…

“GUYS HE HAS TO BE OVER HERE!” a male voice cried. “I BET WE COULD GET A PHOTO IF WE HURRY!”

Pidge jumped to her feet as she cursed. “Oh, great the fanboys.”.

“Your what?” Lance asked, but was cut off as Pidge grabbed his arm.

“QUIET. NEED TO HIDE NOW,” Pidge hissed as she dragged Lance away. “I need to get out of here before they come-”

Lance’s brain finally finished it’s rebooting and proceeded to go into overdrive. He yanked back his arm and began to pull Pidge towards the parking lot.

“Lance, let go,” Pidge said as she tried to get free. “I said we need to hide-”

Lance stopped as they got the his car…well, his older brother’s car that he was letting Lance borrow while he was working overseas. Lance pulled opened the backseat door and pointed.

“Get in and lay low!”

Pidge stared at the door and blinked. “Wait, you mean hide in the car-”

They heard several feet coming in their direction. Acting on impulse, Lance shoved Pidge inside, tried to ignore the glare she gave as he shut the door and flew to the front seat. Calmly as he could, Lance whistled and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he saw several boys his age run by him.

They barely paid him any attention as they dashed through the parking lot like a stampede and turned around the corner. Lance didn’t dare slump until they were gone and rubbed his eyes.

“My heart did not need that,” he muttered.

Pidge poked her head out into the front seat and tilted her head. “Huh..good thinking, Lance,” she muttered as she adjusted her cape. “Hopefully they’ll give up.

His eyes narrowed as he turned around and jabbed a finger in her face. “Alright, you got some explaining to do!” He gestured to the outfit. “What is this?! Seeing it’s two months until Halloween I’m assuming this isn’t for trick-or-treating.”

Pidge gave a sheepish smile. “Um..would you believe I’m cosplaying as Evergreen?”

Lance shot her a dry look and held up one finger. “One, this is the first time in the six years I’ve known you to ever shown an interest in cosplay.” He held up two fingers. “Two, if you did cosplay, we both know picking a nature loving superhero would be the last on your list.”

He looked her over. “And if you really aren’t Evergreen, then I got to ask how much you spend on that costume because it looks identical to the photos I’ve seen online.”

Pidge grumbled as she slumped and buried her face into the back of his seat. “Fine, alright, I’m Evergreen…technically.”

Lance arched an eyebrow. “Technically?”

“It’s a long story, alright?” Pidge snapped.

“Hey, I’m all ears, and I got nothing else to do,” he said.

It was mostly true. He was suppose to met up with Allura and Keith to study for that history test, but Lance was certain they would forgive him for being late.

Pidge pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Okay, fine, but could we not do it here?” She pointed to where the herd of boys had gone. “I rather not risk them seeing me here.”

Lance leaned over his seat to try to see if any of the boys were coming back. “And who are they?”

“Evergreen fans,” Pidge muttered. “I was trying to take a shortcut here, but they saw me, and I tried to lose them by climbing up that tree to hide.” She winced. “It didn’t go well.”

“Clearly,” Lance said as he started the car. “My place alright? Hunk is visiting his grandparents this weekend, so got the apartment to myself.”

Pidge shut her eyes in thought and gave a nod. “Fine, but as long as I can eat there too. I’m starving.”

Lance scoffed. “Yeah, because I bet climbing trees in capes really burns the calories.”

Pidge punched his shoulder as he proceed to drive them out of the parking lot.

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It had taken some stealth to sneak Pidge inside the apartment building without anyone noticing, but they did it. Once inside, Lance took the leftover casserole Hunk had made yesterday and dished up a platefull for both him and Pidge.

Lance knew Hunk would lecture him it would taste better if he warmed it up to get crisp in the oven, but he was too hungry to wait. He popped the first plate of food into the microwave, and poured two glasses of water while it heated up.

The silence was awkward. Pidge had gone to curl up in the loveseat next to the window and barely made any eye contact as the microwave hummed. When the first plate finished, Lance took it out and passed it to Pidge.

“Here, food,” he said as he handed her a fork. “Give it a sec to cool so you don’t burn your tongue.”

Pidge nodded as she scooped up a forkful and popped it into her mouth. She gave a blissful sigh. “Man, Hunk is a genius with food.”

“Yeah, yeah, and the sky is blue, don’t change the subject,” Lance said as he popped his food in the microwave to heat next. He pressed his back into the fridge and locked eyes with her. “Pidge, what is going on here?”

Pidge swallowed another mouthful and scratched her cheek. “Geez, how do I start?” She took a big gulp of water and placed it on the table. “Okay, the truth is, I’m not the real Evergreen, Matt is.”

Lance blinked as he crossed his arms. “Matt?” Pidge nodded and slowly as Lance’s brain absorbed this information.

Alright, THAT made more sense. Matt did study biochemistry, and he was a huge plant lover. Evergreen was locally famous for the green goo filled vials he would tossed at criminals that would instantly cause plants to grow and trap them. It was honestly something Lance could see him doing.

“Sssooo,” Lance said as the microwave beeped to say it was done. “Why is Matt having his sister pretend to be him?”

Pidge took another forkful of food and swallowed it in a gulp. “I’ll get to that in a bit, but first I gotta tell you why Matt became Evergreen in the first place.”

Lance frowned as he took his food and drink to sit across from her. “Um..” he began as he mentally put pieces together and fiddled with his fork. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with dad’s disappearance would it?”

Pidge flinched and Lance knew he hit the nail on the head. “Yeah,” she said as she gripped her fork tightly. “Matt and I..we knew something had happened, and the police weren’t much help so…Matt decided we would find him ourselves.”

Lance wished he could be shocked by this, but he wasn’t. Professor Holt’s disappearance had been hard for Pidge’s entire family, and it had been so weird too. The man was last seen leaving the university to head home and he just vanished.

No clues were left, no sightings, and they never even found his car. The police searched, and found nothing. It had been such a rough time for Pidge. Lance remembered her practically living at his house during that. Before, she always seemed frazzle by the constant buzziness of the place with all his siblings running everywhere there, but that time Pidge seemed to crave it to take her mind off of things.

“Becoming a superhero seems an extreme decision doesn’t it?” Lance asked.

Pidge poked at her casserole and took a nibble. “We didn’t exactly have another choice. Dad’s abduction was not normal and clearly who ever took him wasn’t just come common crook.” Her eyes hardened. “Matt figured if he poked around enough as a hero we would bump into some kind of clue.”

“And you’ve been his sidekick?” Lance asked before shoving a forkful of food into his mouth.

Pidge scoffed. “Hardly, I was his partner. I rigged it so we hear police reports, and help him with his gadgets as he took out the bad guys. I was just behind the scenes.”

Yeah, that sounded way more like Pidge. He pointed the fork in her direction. “Does your mom know?”

Pidge gave a sheepish smile as she rubbed the back of her neck. “No, but, hey, that’s the beauty of her being away in Europe for work right now. Rather hard for her to catch on to what we’ve been doing without her here.”

Lance noted the pained frown she held. Pidge and her mom were close, and it probably killed Pidge to lie to her. Granted, if Mrs. Holt found out what her kids had been doing she probably would yank them by their ears and drag them home, and that’s if she was feeling generous.

Lance slumped back in his chair and swallowed a sip of his drink. “Okay, so you and Matt are doing this superhero thing to find your dad, but you still haven’t explained why you’re suddenly in Matt’s role. You two switch or something?”

Pidge lowered her fork on the plate. “Matt and I thought we found a lead.”

Lance froze and stared on with interest.

“Matt got a crook to blab to him that apparently Zarkon has his hand in the black market.”

Lance gulped. “Zarkon? As in the mega rich guy and CEO of that big company?”

Pidge nodded. “Matt and I suddenly remembered how Zarkon had kept pushing dad to work for his company, but he always refused.” Her nostrils flared. “And the last time he refused was days before he went missing.”

Lance straightened his posture, as he paled. “You…think that Zarkon kidnapped your dad?”

“I don’t know,” Pidge said as she ran a hand through her hair. “We don’t have any proof, but it’s the best lead we got. Matt decided he would create a false identity so he could work in the labs undercover and try to gather some information.” Pidge placed a hand over her chest. “I’m pretending to be Evergreen so no one suspects Matt and him are the same person while he’s gone.”

Lance scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand. “That’s heavy, Pidge,” he said and shook his head. “On that note, I don’t agree with the idea of Matt leaving his babysister to cover for him.”

For heaven sakes couldn’t they just pretend the guy was sick or something? Superheroes were human too…well mostly. He wasn’t certain about Altean Woman. Her super strength was not human.

He shook a finger like a scolding parent. “I’m giving that guy a lecture when he gets back.”

Lance expected Pidge to pout or comment by saying “Lance, I’m not a little kid” like she always did. She didn’t. Instead, Pidge turned her face away to stare out of the window.

Lance lowered his hand, his gut telling him something else was wrong. “Pidge?”

“He was suppose to contact me a week ago,” she said softly, “but I haven’t heard anything.”

“Aw, Pidge,” Lance said as he reached over and patted her shoulder. “Have you told the police?”

“Told them what?” Pidge spat as she stood up. “That my brother, who is the hero Evergreen, might have gotten captured or worse killed by Zarkon? I don’t have any evidence! They’ll just laugh at me! They’re useless!”

Lance said nothing as Pidge paced across the floor and continued her rant. “I tried hacking into the company’s database, but the security is too good. So, my best bet was to find that guy Matt talked to in the first place, but he’s disappeared too. I’m almost wondering if the whole thing was a trap to begin with-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Lance said as he rose. He then placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug. He have expected her to fight him, but Pidge dropped her arms and hugged Lance back.

“I’m…Lance, I’m just so worried about him,” she muffled into his shirt.

“I know, I know,” Lance said as he patted her head. “Man, no wonder you’ve been weird the last week if you had this going on.”

Pidge raised her face and gave him a pout. “I have not been weird.”

Lance looked down at her. “You skipped video game night, barely touched any of Hunk’s peanut butter cookies,” he poked her nose, “and not to mention I heard you were falling asleep in your classes.”

Pidge kept her pout before returning to bury her face into his shirt. “Alright, fine, that’s weird for me.”

“No, kidding,” Lance said but kept hugging.

He wanted to just straight up tell her Matt would turn up or everything would work out, but he couldn’t. They both knew there was no guarantee of anything. For all they knew, Matt was dead already and Lance didn’t dare voice that thought.

After a moment, Pidge sighed and let go as she wiped her eyes. “Thanks, Lance, I needed that.”

“Hey, I’m always open for a hug,” Lance said with a smile and then frowned. “What are you going to do now?”

Pidge sighed as she fingered the belt full of Matt’s bottles and vials. “For now, pretend to be Evergreen. What else can I do until I find a lead?”

Lance cringed. “That sounds dangerous. Isn’t there another way?”

“No, and, before you ask, I’m not going to stop.”

Lance opened and shut his mouth before he rubbed the back of his head. “Alright, fine, but could you do me a favor.” He poked at the belt. “Give up the plant angle.”

Pidge blinked and tilted her head. “Um…why?”

“Because that was Matt’s thing, but that’s clearly not working for you? You’re better off making your own gadgets if you ask me.”

Pidge fingered the belt and ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah..not going to lie, I’ve been thinking the same thing.” She picked up one of the vials. “I’ll probably keep these things on hand, but I should just make my own gadgets.” She looked to him and crossed his arms. “So…you promise not to tell anyone?”

Lance gave a mocking gasp. “What? But I was going to post this on my blog tomorrow.”

“Lance,” Pidge said with a dark glare.

Lance smirked. “Relax, Pidge your secret is safe with me.”

Although, if he had a choice, he would prefer Pidge not put herself in danger like this. However, there was no choice, between knowing or not knowing, he prefered the former so he could help Pidge out if she got in over her head.

“Although with that said,” he brought up his phone and showed off the photo he took earlier. “I am so posting this photo of you dangling out of the tree.”

Pidge’s face turned bright red and instantly went to grab it. “Lance! No! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!”

Lance held it up above her head. “Nope, no way! I’m holding onto this treasure for all time.”

“LANCE, I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU POST THAT!”

Lance laughed as Pidge chased him around the room.

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