deja vu - coup de foudre (bob reynolds x cosmic!reader) (2/2)
Summary: Operation Lovebirds officially begins. Yelena recruits the help of another (New) Avenger to get two powered beings together. Not foreseeing that an unexpected entity had their own agenda.
avoir un coup de foudre pour quelqu’un: "to have a thunderbolt for someone", to have fallen in love with someone at first sight
Warnings: fluff, language, Sentry makes a few appearances
Word count: 5.6k
Author's note: I'm not obligated to write anything, so show some decency in the space you're in. With that out of the way, this is the last part.
I told myself I wouldn't write Sentry because I'm afraid of misrepresenting him with Bob's mental health. Sentry wants to be here? I'm not strong enough to turn him away! Initially, only one appearance was supposed to happen. But still, a few events in this change the timeline a bit with the 14 months phase.
I think a plot point in this happened in another Bob story. Check out Em's fic!
It bothered me that we don't really see Entropy's abilities other than her pure mutant form in the first chapter, so I love that we see a bit more. Especially since Sentry is on a Scarlet Witch level and Magneto's kid should hold her own against someone like that (if she'd set her mind to it). When I envisioned the sound of one of her powers, I didn't realize I imagined the teleportation sound Doctor Manhattan makes 😅
Wait, did I write the "secure friendship" thing already in the for the love of ...bob? series? 😅 Talking about deja vu.
Remember guys, reblogging and writing a nice comment is love. No criticizing my work! Don't like it, keep moving.
Bob shook his head, trying to avoid Yelena’s all-too-knowing gaze.
“Uh, I-I’m just not sure about that. Things are just so different now.”
Both were sitting at the kitchen island when she dropped her chin on her forearms. “Come on, Bob. Why?” Yelena groaned. “Only because of the memory loss? Kinda ironic. First, you didn’t want to get involved with her because of the Void coming out and now it’s not you, it’s her.” Thinking hard, she stared into the distance. “Or did I mean tragic?”
Bob fiddled with the end of his spoon, needing something to do with his fingers, just anything to distract himself. An awkward smile tugged at his lips. “We’re in a good place right now. Y/N is starting to find her footing again. Her memories are coming back to her little by little. Not to mention, she’s vulnerable.”
“Bob. Sweet Bob,” Yelena wailed, behaving like a frustrated child that wanted to stay up even longer and who didn’t get her wish. Shaking her head in disappointment, she remained undeterred. “Why don’t you just try your shot? This feels so unnecessary. As much as I love the entertainment, you’re torturing me.”
Bob exhaled wearily. He hated letting Yelena down, but he figured after all they endured together, Bob was owed some leeway. Besides, on the one hand, he didn’t want to mess things up with Entropy, if it didn’t work out in the long run. And on the other hand, if he didn’t ask you out, then you wouldn’t have the option to laugh in his face while wholeheartedly uttering ‘no’.
“Sorry to disappoint that we won’t offer any entertainment for you.”
“Don’t despair, mon frère.” With an unperturbed air, she tapped his shoulder. “I’m still your wingwoman.” With a spring in her step, Yelena jumped up from her seat.
Bob coughed. Now he was getting nervous. A Yelena who had her mind set on something was a truly dangerous combination. “Yel-Yelena, w-what are you doing?”
She smirked. Innocence enveloped her like a halo when she cocked her hip and smacked her lips. “Nothing.”
Yelena’s hidden strategy played like a loop in Bob’s mind the whole morning. He was reading a book on the couch while idly eating a wrap. So sunken in his own head, he barely detected his surroundings until he heard a slurping sound diagonally across from him.
With a wince, Bob turned his head. “Oh hi, how long have you been sitting there?”
There you were sitting in the armchair, slowly eating yogurt with granola and fruit. Even while eating, your gaze hadn’t turned away, as if you had been unabashedly staring at him this whole time, just waiting for him to notice.
You smiled. “A while. How mesmerizing is that book?”
Bob chuckled. “It’s good.” He closed it again, placing it on the cushion to give you his attention instead. “You could’ve said something. I could’ve made you that French Toast you like.”
“And take away my amusement for the day?”
Bob leaned back and looked at you with a fascinated gaze. He muttered under his breath, “Amusement, huh?”
“Sue me.” You shrugged. “I just like looking at you when your attention is really zeroed in.”
It was moments like these when you just knew how to get under his skin. Or his cheeks flush. Not with embarrassment, but with a nervous sentiment that left his stomach in knots around you. Bob looked at you before turning his gaze to his lap with a chuckle, not knowing what else to say. “Okay.”
He looked up again when you were quiet for several seconds. “And now you’re just looking at me?”
“Isn’t it fun?”
“Very.”
“You should try it sometime, Bob.”
“Stare at you?” He cleared his throat. Not knowing if it’d sound creepy if he admitted he loved watching you on a daily occurrence. Knowing that you would stare at him in return prompted his eyes to wander anywhere else, feeling flustered at the mere idea already.
Absentmindedly, his thumbs stroked the wrap in his hand before he lifted it to his mouth, but then he hesitated. “You’re not going to keep staring at me while I’m eating, right?”
Frowning, you spoke dryly. “That’d be weird, Bob. Just watching you eat.” You shook your head. “I still have to focus on finishing my own breakfast, you know?”
“Right.” Bob chuckled before finally succumbing to his appetite.
Almost like a phantasm reminding him of his previous contemplation, Yelena accompanied Ava while speaking in hushed voices.
Their exchange kept going until Ava spoke monotonously. “Oh no, whatever am I gonna do?” Her arms pointed downwards in a tense way.
Bob tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in concentration.
With greeted teeth, Yelena mumbled, “I thought you used to be a SHIELD operative?”
“Everything okay?” You inquired.
Revealing a wide smile, Ava called out, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Her next words were grumbled, almost reluctant. “Uh, because I don’t care about this? And maybe I’m not that into manipulating my friend.”
If Ava flashing a smile was an unexpected and unsettling thought already, their hushed voices reaching his sensitive ears, clear as day, was the proverbial nail in the coffin that something was afoot. The question was if Yelena’s game plan was more of a mischievous or sinister nature.
“It’s not manipulation when you know it’s a good thing we’re doing.” Yelena tried to convince her.
“I’ve had a crazy thought.” It was a good thing that you pulled Bob back before his mind could get lost in shadowing their spy friends and their secret plan.
He cleared his throat and stared back at you with renewed curiosity and a soft smile on his lips. “Hit me with that crazy thought.”
“So, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually been outside.”
He nodded. “About a few weeks.”
Wait, was it weird that he knew this?
Bob tilted his head, listening in on that change in the air. A buzzing sensation lingered. After glancing out of the corner of his eye, his suspicions were indeed confirmed. Yelena was leaning against the kitchen island while staring intensely at Bob and you. With her partner in crime seemingly gone.
“Right. I don’t know. I was just wondering if you’d be up for some Pizza.”
Bob stared intently at a spot over your shoulder. Uncertainty rose in you when the golden shimmer of Sentry flickered in its initial stages. You tried to ignore the strange presence, getting the sensation that focusing on Bob’s godly side slowly taking over was more important.
Still, you kept on, hoping he would revert back over time. “Could be fun. To just hit up the pizza place for a change without just going for our usual takeout.”
“Sounds fun.” He spoke mechanically.
The tingling phenomenon overtaking your body was starting to get to you. Turning your upper body, you looked over your shoulder. You frowned darkly. There was nothing visible to the light and yet you could see the hum in the atmosphere.
“What are you doing?” You uttered slowly.
The golden shimmer was fully shining through in his eyes. The cadence in his voice changed when Sentry whispered deeply from his throat. “Ava.”
At the mention of her name, she turned visible again. Ava cleared her throat while she kept him in her peripheral sight. “Uh, you good, Sentry?”
Yelena’s back stood ramrod straight, not daring to inch away from her position. “Sentry?” she echoed cautiously.
Your body language didn’t change. You knew Bob had himself and the sun god under control. However, your eyes still wouldn’t stray from his.
Sentry’s intense stare remained steadfast on yours. With each breath his chest was moving slowly. Despite the intensity he broadly displayed, his arm was stretched out on the backrest of the couch.
The longer he just stared, heat was building up in your body in response. With each lingering second that Sentry wouldn’t talk, your pulse rose. You narrowed your eyes at his antics.
“I’m good.”
While Bob was constantly moving and had his nervous mannerisms, it was slightly unsettling that in his Sentry form he was a tad more rigid. His facial tics were somewhat a small comfort. To know that underneath he was still your Bob.
Ava’s exhaling breaths were the first sign of the deflating tension in the room. “That’s-that’s grand.” Her gaze wandered to you when his stare wouldn’t ease up and he just remained silent. You could tell that Sentry not uttering a single word was starting to get to her. “I just wanted to talk to this one.” She tapped your shoulder, trying to make him feel more at ease. Or at least enough so she could feel more at ease herself.
“Don’t stop on my account then.” He casually waved a hand, without moving his arm away.
“Alright.” Ava sat down on the armrest of the couch, with her hip barely on the edge and trying to ignore the golden-eyed guy just watching them. “So, I have a request to make. I heard you guys are stopping by the pizza joint?”
Before you could say anything in return, Sentry sardonically widened his eyes before interjecting, “Who spilled the beans?”
Ava turned her head to see Sentry’s head nestle against the back of the couch while displaying a wide and unbothered smile. His facial muscles twitched with the effort. His grin was saying one thing while his eyes shifting into something blank were telling a different story. “I’m kidding, Ava. Bygones.” He shrugged, like he had already forgiven her for eavesdropping on you in the first place. Despite his claim it was still challenging to get a read on his body language when he was in his divine state.
Trying to get back on track, you probed, “What did you want to ask?”
Ava turned back to you. “I was wondering if you could make another pit stop. Maybe get some snacks for me?” With that said, she placed a piece of paper into the inside of your palm.
Unfolding the note, your face lit up at the unexpected items she chose. “Oh, I can’t remember since-”
“I didn’t have those since I was a kid,” she admitted with a whisper.
There was no other choice to make when you nodded without further incentive. It made sense to you why Ava would feel vulnerable with that tidbit of information about her. “Say no more.” With a small smile, you folded it back to its original state.
Your gaze wandered over to Sentry. “You want to add something to the list?” you said, waving the folded paper in the air.
“Uh, I don’t-I don’t know really.” He shrugged, blinking. At once the blue in his eyes was back, with a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Guess we’re going all spur of the moment,” you added.
“Sounds cool,” Bob replied.
Deciding that writing into the group chat was the quickest way to go, you tried to find out everyone’s dinner plans.
Entropy: Does anyone else want to join Bob and me for some pizza slices?
Walker: 👀 Uh, I was actually up for some K-BBQ.
Entropy: Look at you…
Entropy: Oh man, I’m missing some Korean tonight?
Walker: I mean, I think that’s tonight? It’s tonight, right, guys?
Yelena: Oh yeah, totally.
Bucky: I don’t care as long as there’s food.
Walker: 👀
Entropy: What?
Ava: Don’t mind the walking flag.
Alexei: I’m with Mr. Winter Soldier!
Entropy: Well, save us some.
Ava: 😋 Don’t worry, we’ll pick something good for you.
Walker: What do I gotta do to make you this nice to me?
Ava: I don’t know. Gain the ability to shapeshift into Y/N?
Walker: 😏 Very cute.
Entropy: And I’ll find out what you’re trying to hide from me 🧐
Yelena: Don’t know what you’re talking about 😇
Entropy: Bob, do you know something?
Walker: You actually think Bob knows something?
Bob: Uh, I don’t know anything. I swear, I’m innocent in this.
Entropy: 🤔 Hmmm… See you later then guys.
“So, you want to disclose the big mystery?”
You didn’t bother wasting any time the moment you sat down at the table of the quaint pizza joint. Figuring that once Bob was absorbed in his first bite, he would let his guard down, so you could get some answers.
He was in the middle of chewing when he stared at you with wide eyes. He swallowed. “I don’t-I swear I’m not a part of whatever they got planned.”
You narrowed your eyes at the absolute vagueness of his words. “So, you do know something, Bob.”
He leaned back with an exhaling breath before he avoided your stare. “You-you know, s-super hearing is actually not something I can turn off. And I can’t really command them not to do something once they have their minds set.”
You hummed, still not feeling any wiser than you were before.
“I don’t wanna lie to you, Y/N,” Bob whispered, timidly studying you from under his eyelashes.
And just like that Bob and his soft eyes were getting to you, pleading with you not to resent him for wanting to be honest with you while remaining the epitome of loyalty to his friends. You sighed, feeling yourself swoon at the mere puppy dog eyes he displayed.
“Just tell me one thing.” Seeing Bob nod slowly, you continued, “Don’t tell me I’m part of the next PR event.”
He released the breath he was holding when a relieved smile lit up his face. “I swear. Or at least I don’t know anything about that.” Bob scrutinized the expression on your face. “You must be pretty traumatized from the last time, huh?”
A hesitant smile lingered. “Why?”
“You know, with the schmoozing at the last fundraiser?” When your facial reaction remained the same, he added, “The suit and tie event. You were wearing this golden dress with the slit at the side and-” Bob cleared his throat when he caught your stare, like you could picture the exact dress he described.
With blushing cheeks, he shrugged. “Anyway, I only remembered like a few congressmen standing around you, trying to strike up a conversation when-”
At the mere memory, your body felt so light. Like you could just float if you’d let yourself.
“I split time.” You spoke fondly as you rested your cheek against your palm, leaning forward. You could still remember the overwhelming sensation of the moment in question. It had left a bitter taste in your mouth. Knowing how much you needed just a moment to breathe. The pulsating sound of your power still rang through your mind, like a monochromatic shockwave breaking through the sound barrier and pulling you outside of time. Leaving the faces and bodies of the bystanders all blurry. Like smudged paintings with no distinct characteristics to tell and the ink smeared downwards.
“You were the first and the only person who could see what I was doing. And then you were just standing right next to me while everyone remained frozen in time. And what did you-what was it you said again?” Your eyes studied his face, like it was carrying the answer you were seeking.
“Don’t you just hate it-” Bob started.
Alongside him, you completed his words. “-when people parade you around like a circus animal?”
Bob remained in awe, like it was yesterday. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It was just really cool to witness.”
“You’re such a charmer.”
With blushing cheeks, he chuckled. It was the only sound you could focus on around you.
This day was working against her.
Yelena was just minding her own business and already Walker decided to eat up her favorite cereal and someone in the tower—she was not pointing fingers, but her father did have a guilty expression on his face when she asked—forgot to include it on the shopping list way in advance. So this one thing managed to put her in a sour mood, the worst omen which could have happened to indicate this was just the beginning for her day.
She could hear urgent steps getting closer. One glance upwards, Yelena felt her mood begin to lift again when she recognized him.
“Bob, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Yelena exhaled, not realizing his stormy gaze when he gripped his phone tightly in his hand with each advancing step.
That was before Bob finally got close to her and only held the device right in front of her face as the only morning greeting. “Tell me you didn’t send it in.”
Yelena blinked at the unexpected confrontation, mumbling quietly, “Do I need coffee for this?”
She studied the New York Post article he had on his phone. The headline Blossoming romance in the Tower—Is Sentropy the new It couple? was striking enough and only enhanced by the bold letters. Her eyes widened instantly, added with the evidence of Bob and Entropy’s post-pizza date.
Yelena carefully observed the printed pictures of the two of you carrying paper bags, looking all domestic. Both appeared truly relaxed, with you leaning against Bob’s shoulder and Bob caught in the middle of laughter. Yelena had to commend the photographer for choosing the perfect moment to snap the best picture. Even she would have thought those two were dating.
“Damn, you guys look cute.” She spoke under her breath. Yelena bit her lip when her eyes nervously met his. She quickly skimmed the article and couldn’t help reading the part out which caught her eye, “an anonymous source close to the couple confirmed that they’ve been savoring their dates in the Tower and those two were taking it slow and enjoying each other’s company”.
Her eyes widened once the magnitude hit her and why Bob was so unsettled by this. Their lives might be staged for all the public to see, but this was something different.
Judging by the content of the article, there was still the foundation of truth layered underneath. If one ignored the part of the two of you going out on actual dates. Yelena wouldn’t hear the end of it by Bob if this truly, and finally, happened. But still, this story could have been about anyone on this team. Not to mention, it wasn’t such a surprise that Bob and you were spending time together.
Suspicion instantly grew in her at reading about these fictionalized events coming from an anonymous source.
“It’s flattering that you thought of me, but I wouldn’t wash our laundry in public just so you could make your move. A bit overkill, even for me.” Feeling concerned, she mentioned the one thing which was on his mind. “Did she see it yet?”
Bob shook his head and scrutinized how his fingers fiddled with his phone. “I don’t know.” With a guilty expression, he answered, “I-I’m sorry.”
She waved a hand. “It’s okay.”
He sighed, smiling abashedly. “I’m hoping I can break the news to her gently.”
“Good luck with that.”
Your head looked up when you heard the faint knocks at the door. With an exhaling breath, you rested against the headboard of the bed. At the flick of your fingers, the curtains opened with the telekinetic force, dispelling the darkness in the room with the morning light. “Come in.”
Bob’s awkward smile greeted you when he opened the door. “Morning. I wanted to-”
His eyes caught your phone lying next to you on the duvet while you were sitting cross-legged under the covers. Once he identified the unmistakable font of the newspaper article, he released the heaviest sigh you ever heard. His entire body just came undone. “You already saw it.”
You put a smile on your face while your hand covered the lower half of your face, even if you didn’t see the humor of the situation yet. “Very entertaining read for the morning. Fascinating how the media knew something about our lives before I even did. Guess they’re the experts, so they can’t be wrong. Truly informative.”
With a dejected sigh, Bob sat down on the duvet. “I-I’m sorry.”
“What’s one more story? Good news, you look cute though.” You waved your phone cheekily, even if you didn’t inherently feel that emotion. You figured that faking it until you made it was a safe strategy. Who knew that you could feel tired despite just waking up?
Bob snorted, but still kept eyeing you. Like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Now that’s a relief.” He gradually shifted closer until he was close enough for you to feel his radiating warmth.
Accepting his silent invitation, you snuggled into his side. If anything, you were getting the sensation that you could finally breathe again when you let go of the tension.
“If you want, I could let loose. Make people forget they ever saw us on the front page or read that so-called article.” His deep voice was bordering on raspy, hinting at the other part of Bob.
You turned your head until it was leaning against his sturdy shoulder. Getting the confirmation when you saw his eyes flicker with a gilded promise. “On a global scale?”
As tempting as the offer was, the mere mental reach of his should make you uneasy … and how he didn’t waste any time, knowing this was troubling you. Somehow it didn’t. Not in this instance.
“As fun as that would be, better not. Rain check maybe on the mind wipe?”
Sentry made a humming sound that made your nerve endings tingle with the intimacy of feeling his skin on yours. “Bummer. Next time then.”
Hearing the familiar fizz in the air — it felt like touching a tube television — you shifted your head from his shoulder to see Ava phasing through the wall.
“Sorry to barge in like this. I’m visible this time around.” She lifted her arms in surrender. It didn’t take her long to make the golden-eyed discovery. “Damn it. Just my luck, right?” Resigned to her fate, Ava placed her hands on her hips, twisting her lips into a sardonic smirk at herself.
“Something we can help you with?”
You rolled your eyes at Sentry’s idea of fun. Standing up, you waved a hand in his direction. “Don’t mind him. He’s just fucking with you.”
He offered a small smirk at Ava. “She said I couldn’t do a mind wipe.”
With a mocking glare, you interrupted. “Shouldn’t. Don’t put words in my mouth and then try to prove me wrong.” You spoke with a lower pitch to imitate the being in question. “You said I couldn’t do it.’”
Sentry’s eyes were twinkling with molten delight. His focus was on you when he sent a smirk your way. “Misunderstanding then.”
You narrowed your eyes before turning back to Ava. “What’s up?”
Her gaze was switching between Sentry and you. However, she shook her head to get back to the reason of her visit. “I came to apologize.”
Coming from Ava, this was the most unfamiliar concept. Remaining quiet, your eyebrows rose.
“I know. I will deny it if the others find out though.”
“Keep going.”
“I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me, you guys would’ve been here already and the press wouldn’t have been after you.”
Being confronted by Ava’s guilty conscience, you sighed. “I’m not mad. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. They would have found something else to plaster on their news report in the long run. Even if Yelena and you tried to meddle before.”
Sentry crossed his arms, huffing to himself.
“What do you-?” All the fight left Ava’s defensive body. “Is it a consolation to know that I was against it? I only planned for you two to spend time together, go all domestic and shit while you were out shopping for snacks.”
Your lips curled. With a dry voice, you added, “There’s a hidden romantic in you.”
The briefings with Valentina were turning into some sort of aggravating ritual. Who’d have thought that something like the sound of her heels could unlock auditory memories?
She didn’t bother with a proper greeting when she soundlessly clapped her hands at Bob and you. It felt slightly more threatening when her fingertips pointed in your direction with the motion, yet her eyes lit up like a shark. “My congrats to the happy couple.”
Not having the strength to deal with this today, you wearily leaned back in your chair. “How would they get such an idea?”
“Well, a picture is worth a thousand words.” She tilted her head conspiratorially.
Rolling her eyes, Yelena groaned. “Cut the crap.”
“We know it was you, Valentina,” Bucky added with the tired voice of someone who felt like his age.
A scandalized hand hovered over Valentina’s chest when she mouthed with innocent eyes. “Moi?” She cocked her hip. “What have I ever done to you that you would think the worst of me?”
Ava pretended to retch, not willing to play this game.
“You were the source, weren’t you?” Bucky stayed persistent.
Valentina’s eyes lit up, with a smirk implying her mischief. “I feel so touched that you thought of me. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” She shrugged. “It did say ‘anonymous’, right?” She eyed her watch, seemingly bored by this conversation already. “I hear there’s a sensational news show covering this tonight, so there must be something true behind it.”
Walker frowned, wrinkling his nose at the description. “Are you talking about the Bugle show?”
“I knew you had some taste in regards to your education.”
Staring blankly ahead at the mention of the Daily Bugle educating people, he leaned towards Ava sitting next to him without uncrossing his arms. “I do feel sick now,” he muttered under his breath.
Ava’s stare remained unwavering towards their boss when she replied wryly, “Suck it up.”
“Trusted press sources told me this had been fed. This is just circumstantial. Says something when the Bulletin won’t even touch this.” Bucky shook his head at Valentina. “This screams you.”
She tilted her head, smiling condescendingly. “Those were some big boy words. So proud.”
With a groan, Yelena threw her head back in frustration. “Just stop. What is really the endgame here?”
“I’m so glad you asked.”
“Oh my God.” You absolutely hated that you had to be present for this monologue.
“Welcome to the first phase of Earth’s protection.”
Alexei’s body language perked up. “Did you prepare presentation?”
“No, now shush,” she hissed. “Let me paint you a picture.”
The severity in Valentina’s eyes unnerved you, exposing how utterly serious she took this when she spread her palms. “Just imagine, Sentry on this team? The best promo for city-wide or even global deterrence. Now to have a god and a mutant on a cosmic level as a power couple? That’s some scary shit. We’re talking intergalactic ramifications. Not to mention if those two ever broke up?”
Valentina pressed her palms together in a prayer. “I can see the sales figures already.” She shuddered with delight.
The marketing strategy should have shocked you, and yet it didn’t, coming from someone like her. “You’re painting a make-believe scenario. We’re not a brand you can just use like chess figures.”
She pointed her finger as a threat. “You’re not a brand yet. Sentropy does have a nice ring to it.” She twirled her finger in the air. “This world needs heroes.”
“Which we already are.” Yelena interrupted.
“By being a united front.” This time, her glare focused on Bucky. “I heard there was a falling out with your best bud. What? You couldn’t kiss and make up yet?”
Bucky rumbled low in his throat. “Don’t mention Sam. These are people you’re dealing with.”
She sighed. “You guys still think you’re the ones in control, huh?” She chuckled at the absurdity. “Don’t you realize how easy your lives would be if you stopped fighting me and just … do as I say?”
“What’s the next phase? Turning this team into a reality show?”
Without moving his chin from his sternum towards the blonde assassin, Walker mumbled, “Don’t put ideas in her head.”
Valentina stared into the distance. “We’ll put it on the list.”
“Damn it, Yelena,” Walker groaned.
Bucky grumbled, echoing the team’s reluctance to be used like this.
There was only one being missing who had been silent until now. It was Sentry who arrived with glowing eyes when he rose up from his seat. “What makes you think we’ll be a part of this? That we’re just letting you do this?”
“I told you once, Robert. You don’t scare me.” Valentina replied jadedly.
You didn’t bother to stand up. You merely emulated Sentry’s attitude when your eyeballs shimmered with golden heat when you spoke monotonously. “Here’s what is going to happen. We’ll release a press statement to the public. Tonight. Something along the lines of ‘Both people value their privacy. If any news changes regarding their relationship, the citizens of New York are the first to find out.'”
“It’s adorable how you keep throwing the word people around. You stopped being people a long time ago. You two are entities.”
“We belong to ourselves,” Sentry added.
A sharp laugh echoed from Valentina. “Oh, do you now?”
You remained resolute. “Press release, Miss de Fontaine. Before Jameson can even think about putting his two cents in with his so-called journalistic integrity.”
“This conversation isn’t over. You’ll change your mind soon enough, Miss Lehnsherr.” Valentina waved a finger between the both of you at the power display. “You two are so cute.”
Bending his head towards you, Sentry lamented with a detached voice. “Should’ve done the mind wipe when I had the chance.”
“Do you think it’s unfortunate,” Bob muttered quietly, “that you go out for the first time in weeks and you’re already being hounded by the tabloids and a fake story?”
Your head was leaning against his shoulder while the two of you were sitting in your usual spot in the hangar. “I remember this other guy in the picture too.”
Bob chuckled. “O-oh yeah? What’s he like? M-maybe you could introduce us?”
“You’d like him. Hates the crowds too. Keeps to himself.”
He smiled. “R-really? S-sounds like a great guy.”
“Oh, he has no idea.”
“Besides, they don’t know what to write about me. I mean, it’s different as the Sentry when they regale me with the greatest stories. But when I’m just me, I barely even get recognized on the street since I’m only the unassuming guy on the team.”
It was your turn to get into a contemplative mood. “These people don’t know who you are, not really. The only thing we can do is to take the good with the bad.” Almost on instinct, your hand wound around his until your fingers interlaced with his, seeking his comfort and warmth.
Bob exhaled shakily, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
“I mean, it’s not that hard to believe that the two of us could be in a secret relationship.”
Turning his gaze away, Bob tried to hide his blushing cheeks with a chuckle. “Uh, m-maybe?”
You tilted her your head in a challenge. “Are you saying I’m wrong?”
“I’m not saying that. We’re just … one of those people who-” Bob twisted his body, same with his answer. Seemingly at a loss for words on how to define your relationship.
“Who feel very secure in our friendship.”
“R-right, we’re the best in being friends.” He blinked. “I mean, nothing against Yelena.”
Matching his encouragement, you smiled lightheartedly. “But Yelena’s different.”
“She is. The best I could ask for. Like a big sis or the best pal.” Bob waved his other hand in the air in agreement. “But you’re different too. You’re, uh, a-” He cleared his throat, chuckling awkwardly. “Great pal too?”
“Oh wow, I’m just a great pal? Best bud until the end, right?”
He shook his head. “You know what I mean.” And to make matters worse, he chose to bestow you with his puppy-eyed look.
“No, I actually don’t. I’m not gonna make this easy for you this time around, Bob.” You spoke softly, nudging his shoulder.
“I don’t want to mess this up.” He muttered quietly, like he was sharing a secret.
“You won’t,” you whispered in return. “I won’t let you.”
“I’ve l-liked you for a while. I still do.”
“I like you too, Bob.”
He took deep breaths, gathering courage to keep going. “More than like you.”
“Right back at you, bud. Keep going.”
Bob grasped both of your hands.
“There’s something I gotta ask you. Has been on my mind for some time now. I just didn’t know how.” He huffed. “Especially now. With the whole world watching.”
“Ask me then.”
“I didn’t want things to go like this. This is so not how I imagined this. I wanted to take things slow.”
“How much slower could you have gone?” You giggled, but sobered, worrying about stopping his flow. “Sorry.”
The corners of his mouth hinted at a small smile. “Take my time. Without the pressure of everyone watching at least. Everyone in the Tower excluded.”
You nodded blankly at the thought. “Yelena would throw a party.”
“She’s more similar to her father than she wants to admit.” Bob shook his head. “Anyway, here’s the thing.” He stared deep into your eyes, gaining strength for the following words. “W-would you do me the honor o-of going on a date with me? In-in the Tower, I mean?”
“Took you long enough, you dork.”
Getting into a bantering mood, Bob’s eyes widened. “Hey, this is hard for me. I was actually r-really nervous. Still am.”
“I know.” You smiled softly.
Absentmindedly, he rubbed your hands. “You haven’t answered yet.”
“What do you think my answer is? I was this close to making the first step myself. Yes, of course. I’ll go out with you.”
Summary: The New Avengers used to have an omega-level mutant on their team to keep their own sun god in check. But that was before an organization took her during a mission to experiment on her mutant genetics.
What happens when Entropy wakes up in a compound she’s not familiar with? And with people who seem to know her? And don't get her started on the guy with the soft blue eyes.
Warning: pre-established relationship, mention of mutant experimentation, amnesia trope, mention of alcohol, fluff
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Summary: The New Avengers used to have an omega-level mutant on their team to keep their own sun god in check. But that was before an organization took her during a mission to experiment on her mutant genetics.
What happens when Entropy wakes up in a compound she’s not familiar with? And with people who seem to know her? And don't get her started on the guy with the soft blue eyes.
Warnings: pre-established relationship, mention of mutant experimentation, amnesia trope, mention of alcohol, fluff
Word count: 6.1k
Author’s note: Just having some fun here. I don’t feel secure in saying I know these characters, but I’m still giving it my best shot. I hope I got Valentina right 🤞🏼 This is my first time writing for this whole ensemble, so be nice! I struggled between calling Entropy Lehnsherr, just Magnus or even Maximoff. 😅 She’s not Wanda’s sister though, since Wanda’s relation to Magneto was never established in the films. Otherwise Entropy would’ve been maybe a half-sister.
Try not to think too hard on the Sentry plot point 😅
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Yelena exhaled heavily through her mouth when she saw the slumped form of Bob standing in the infirmary, leaning against the glass panel which harbored their friend. It was the only thing keeping him upright. With heavy steps she walked towards him until she stood next to him. Bob’s jaw was taut with tension.
Yelena’s gaze followed his. Wide-eyed, she felt stunned that Entropy’s binary form had taken over. Trying not to disrupt the quietly strained atmosphere, she quietly asked, “Did she wake up yet?”
Only during missions you gravitated towards your binary mode. When you went full-on primal. The sheer darkness of it covering your whole body and the suit, reminded her of the Void. There was a time when that fact used to unsettle her. Yet there was something about the ink of the universe taking over your skin, with the constellations pulsating and shifting. A golden glow shimmered on the edges of your body. It was oddly comforting.
The motion of Bob shaking his head pulled Yelena out of the depths of her mind. With his arms crossed and a watchful eye, he whispered, “No. They couldn’t examine her in her binary form. Not while her mutation is trying to protect her from any procedures. They suspect she might have some neurological … issues judging by the mission report.” His body tensed, convulsing with restless energy. “Maybe I should’ve-”
“It’s not your fault,” Yelena interjected before he could fully articulate that thought.
“We were so close to getting it right. I just think that if-”
“No what if. This was on all of us.” Stroking his shoulder, Yelena sighed. She remembered the times when Y/N would create cosmic dimensions for Bob’s god side to let loose. And consequently how close the two of you were to officially draw out the Sentry for missions without activating the Void. “We were the reason she was taken in the first place.”
The moment Yelena joined the others in the common room, the weariness on Walker’s face could’ve mirrored her own.
“How’s Bob?” Walker’s eyes softened. He couldn’t quell the sympathy in his voice.
“Feeling guilty … and sad.”
“Oh, sad Bob makes the lights dim.” Her father remarked before his eyes met hers. “Reminds me of you. Not the light-dimming part.”
She smiled with a wince. “Yeah, I got it the first time,” she said, sighing.
“How’s the better half?” Bucky copied Yelena’s sitting position on the steps.
She stared at him meaningfully. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”
Walker glanced back at them from the couch. “Doesn’t he like hear everything?” As soon as he voiced his assumption, he shrugged. “I think he’d agree though.”
Yelena inhaled deeply to gain strength before shaking her head. “No change yet.”
Alexei turned somber for a change. “Tragic. Little star is always very strong, very protective. Like mutant Red Guardian. She deserves better than this.”
Ava, who had been silent until now, shook her head mechanically. “Is no one going to talk about what we saw when we entered that facility?” The tense silence didn’t seem to bother her. “There were children.”
“We saved them, Ava,” Yelena whispered.
With a faraway glance, Ava grew quiet.
The familiar sound of heels coming closer felt like a bucket of ice-cold water dousing the team.
“Wonderful, you’re all here.” Valentina’s lighthearted voice caught everyone’s attention when she entered. Her eyes shone with delight before something akin to disappointment emerged, letting the hand which held a mission brief drop at her side. “Where’s our sun god?”
“Where do you think?” Yelena asked with a dry tone, blinking slowly.
Their boss pursed her lips deep in thought before her eyes lit up again. “Oh right, omega mutant. Forgot for a second. Good work on that.”
“Good work?” Ava hissed through gritted teeth.
After mockingly glancing at the ceiling, Valentina mused, “Huh, didn’t know I acquired an echo when I bought this place. That’s weird.”
“If that file of yours doesn’t include the Essex Corporation, then we don’t want to hear it,” Ava stated with deep contempt.
Valentina shook her head, smirking. “So, this is what I get for granting you the opportunity to save your teammate?”
“Oh yes, very generous of you,” Walker called out.
“We saved a whole building of mutant children—and teenagers might I add?” Yelena reminded her. “This must be the best PR stunt you could hope for. I’d say we deserve a break.”
“I had to pull some serious strings based on mere allegations. The Essex Corporation is known for doing research to better the lives of all the people on this planet.”
Bucky barely lifted his head. “Did you seriously memorize their PR statement?” He asked with a monotonous voice.
Ava joined in. “Research would indicate that people benefit from a procedure made possible by people who had the option to say no if they wanted to. Let’s call it what it is. Torture, mutant experimentation.”
Alexei’s usually jovial demeanor had turned somber at the memory of the mission. “None of them had shoes. No socks. Very cold building.”
Waving her arms at the ambush at play, Valentina seemed dumbfounded by this turn of events. “Why do you care so much about them? Do I need to remind you that they were still mutants? Remember, mutants.”
Ava stalked forward. “Children. Mutant children.” Before she could do any damage though, Walker held her back by the shoulders.
Valentina’s eyes narrowed. Tilting her head in an arrogant manner, she mouthed to herself, “Wow.”
The next words spoken were at a normal volume again. “I can see that all of you are a bit too close to this. How about we take a deep breath and choose our next words carefully? You know, between employer and employee?” She waved to herself, cocking her hip.
“Or we can just call Bob?” Yelena shrugged her shoulders, waving a hand. “See what he thinks?” She snapped her fingers as if she just had an unexpected thought. “How about we draw out the sun god? I bet that guy can be really reasonable.” She scrunched her nose while offering a cheeky smile.
Valentina glared, closing the mission brief with a sharp sound. “We want to behave like children? Fine. Take a self care weekend. And stop with the glum faces when you step outside, Jesus!”
“Hi, I heard my name?” Bob’s voice was a welcome distraction when he entered the room and slowly walked down the steps.
Valentina inhaled deeply. “Have a nice weekend, Robert.” She muttered through gritted teeth.
“Thanks?” He replied with a confused voice.
You didn’t expect your mind to feel so groggy when you woke up. You frowned when you twisted your head to study your surroundings. You nervously inspected the unfamiliar room you were in and gazed outside the window to feel in awe of the New York skyline. Feeling the tingling sensation from your mutant form, you tried to phase the binary physique down and clenched your eyes shut. A sigh of relief left you when your skin was no longer buzzing with energy. You yanked your wrists to reach for your face, and expecting resistance, surprise still filled you when your hands bumped against the metal railing of the hospital bed you were in.
Like a shock to the system, you felt stunned at the pain. “Ouch, what the hell?” With your vision getting blurry, you swore you saw restraints around your wrists. But when you blinked again everything was normal again. A groan left your lips, feeling the golden glow cover your pupils and the whites of your eyeballs, radiating heat. As much as you pressed the heel of your hands against your closed eyelids, nothing seemed to work.
Through the walls you could hear nervous voices, accompanied by beeping machines going on the fritz. Looking through the glass of the observation room, you noticed doctors and scientists walk by with rushed steps while sending you concerned expressions.
“Entropy? Miss Lehnsherr?” The voice of the doctor speaking through the intercom made you shift your head towards the glass panel. He continued, “Please calm down. We can help you. How about you unlock the door for us again?”
“I’m not-” you started, looking at your twisting fingers. “I’m-” What you hadn’t realized was that you had been doing it, like an internal protective reflex. You looked up again, opening your mouth to speak. In the blink of an eye, a man with brown tousled hair stood next to him in a blurry motion. Almost like he had always been a fixture if you hadn’t seen it happen in real time.
A stunned gasp left the doctor’s lips, taken aback by the sudden appearance. “Oh Jesus-”
The new guy had a twitching smile on his face when he nervously waved through the window at you. It seemed like a reflex before he could stop the hand movement. He gestured towards the door knob.
You frowned. The doctor got out of the way while you unlocked the door with a quiver of your fingers.
He stepped inside. “I came as soon as I felt it.” After seeing the expression on your face, he elaborated, “The energy in the walls felt kinda off.”
You smiled awkwardly at the familiarity in which he spoke with you. “Was there a disturbance in the force?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.” Sitting down next to you on the bedside, he inquired softly, “How are you feeling?”
Despite how familiar he acted in your company, you still felt hesitant and didn’t know how to act around him. “Weird.” You nervously licked your lips. “Okay, here’s the thing, I don’t know how to ask this…”
“Okay.”
You cleared your throat before you took a chance.“Where am I?”
His face froze and blinked. Rubbing the back of his neck, he chuckled nervously. “Uh, wh–what do you mean?”
There was a part of you that didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Judging by how elated he was to see you awake, the two of you seemed to know each other. You just didn’t want to take that away from him. “I don’t remember … what happened.” You spoke slowly.
With that confession you heard the utensils in the room clatter while reality shifted to make the tools twist upside down in a weightless manner, with cosmic energy enveloping them.
“Hey, it’s okay.” By the touch of his hand, you slowly transformed reality back to normal. “You’re safe here, I-I promise you.” He swallowed. “You okay? What’s … the last thing you remember?”
“Westchester?”
His eyes widened before he tilted his head. “Oh wow, that’s a long time.” He opened his mouth when another thought hit him. “Oh, I–I’m Bob.” He waved a hand to his chest, smiling slightly.
With blinking eyes, your breath turned normal again. The heat in your eyes receded and you mirrored his disarming smile. “Hi, Bob.”
Bob’s smile grew wider. “Hi, Y/N.”
“And this is…?”
“Oh, right.” He looked through the window which overlooked the city. “We’re in the Watchtower. We’re part of the New Avengers.”
Your mouth twisted in confusion at the sound of the team name. “Did you just say ‘New’?”
“I mean, we used to call ourselves the Thunderbolts before but then we got upgraded, I guess.”
“That name does sound familiar though.”
Bob’s face lit up. “Really?”
Your chest grew warm at the pure delight on his face. “For some reason, I remember this loud voice screaming it? But in a very joyful way? It’s very weird.”
“It’s coming back to you, don’t worry.”
A timid glance lingered on you. “If you think so. Sorry for freaking out like that.”
He chuckled with an airy quality. “It’s-it’s fine. You know, usually it’s the other way around. It’s you–you tend to be the one to calm me down.”
You tilted your head. There was something about Bob’s physiology that did feel one-of-a-kind. To be more specific, you detected a golden serum flowing through his veins. “I’m guessing there’s more to you than meets the eye, huh?”
He blinked slowly, brushing his hair away. “Oh, uh, I’m-I don’t know about that.” His inhaling breath lingered in his chest before he exhaled heavily again while speaking slowly. “I’m guessing I could say the same about you.”
You smiled unabashedly. “You’re a smooth talker, aren’t you, Bob?”
His cheeks reddened. There was a tremor in his voice when he chuckled. “Not really. Uh, okay. Listen.” Bob’s voice turned earnest. “Maybe you just need to get reacquainted in your room. See something familiar to jump-start your memory again.”
You nodded with a small smile. “Okay, Bob.”
Bob’s eyes wandered around the table at his friends, trying to find the right moment when to talk about this turn of events. It was certainly an anomaly that everyone was all quietly eating their lunch. After chaotic dinners and verbal banters taking place, Bob was certainly feeling nostalgic for their usual antics.
Alexei’s booming voice filling the Watchtower. Ava and Walker exchanging said banter. And Bucky and Yelena sighing out loud.
He leaned forward with twitching hands and saw Yelena turn her head at his tics. Trying to gather courage, Bob cleared his throat before taking a gulp of water to dampen his parched throat.
Expectant faces waited for him to voice what was on his mind. “Oh, uh, here’s the thing, Entropy lost parts of her memory. The last thing she remembers is,” he coughed, trying to get everything out in the open and as quickly as possible, “the Xavier School.”
A stunned Yelena blinked slowly. “Woah, talk about a heavy lunch.”
“Ignorance is bliss,” Ava replied.
Alexei’s shoulders dropped. “Poor thing.”
“Now Entropy has one more thing in common with you, Bucky.”
Bucky faked a smile at Walker. “That’s funny. I bet she loves the memory loss and experimentation part.”
Walker limply spread his arms. “Judging by what we saw when we entered the facility, is it such a surprise that Entropy’s mind disassociated from the events by concealing those traumatic memories?”
Ava slowly turned her head and frowned at the use of medical terms. “Since when did you get a PhD, Walker?”
“I did pick up some stuff in the Army, you know?”
Simultaneously, Ava and Yelena let out a deep groan. “Here we go.”
“I’m just saying, trauma hits people differently. Kid just needs to feel safe again.”
From deep within his chest, Alexei let out a holler and lifted his arms like a thought just hit him. “I have great idea!”
More startled by the vibration in the lamps than the sudden passionate sound, Yelena muttered under her breath, “Oh Jesus.”
“Let’s celebrate little star’s return. You know, big party. Have cheer that she’s still alive.”
Yelena pressed her lips together, feeling still uncertain.
“I-I don’t-I don’t know if Y/N is going to like the big party part. I mean, no matter what Entropy version exists, she hates making a fuss.”
Nodding in agreement, Bucky conceded, “She is still getting used to this new reality.”
Alexei’s jovial demeanor adjusted a bit before his voice attuned to a lower pitch. “Then medium party.”
Crossing his arms in thought, Walker tilted his head. Due to everyone still feeling hesitant between doing something nice for Entropy and not wanting to push her, he spoke up. “It is what we would normally do if she hadn’t lost part of her memory.”
Yelena turned her head until she was facing Bob. “How did she react when she saw you?”
“Anxious, but somehow the same. I-I think I was familiar to her at times.”
“Of course she recognized the golden boy.” Walker lifted his hands in surrender when several heads turned. “I’m kidding, guys. Let’s be real, it’s not that of a surprise that she took to you, Bob. So, how we do we do this? Just send Bob in to not overwhelm the little cosmos?”
Bob nodded. “I could do that. See if she’s up for it.”
The night sky felt truly magical, with semi-silence filling the atmosphere. There was something comforting about sitting in the hangar in the middle of the night. When a small breeze rustled through your hair, you wrapped the cardigan tighter around your body.
“Found your secret hiding spot.”
Bob was leaning against the doorway and rubbing his elbow through his sweater. “For a second I thought you wouldn’t come out of your room at all. Don’t want the others to think I’m rubbing off on you.”
“It can’t be that secret if you already found me. And I doubt that’s even possible if I barely know anything about you.” At the ensuing silence you cleared your throat. You had enough of an inkling that you didn’t want to hurt Bob. “I’m sorry. I tend to make jokes when I’m feeling awkward. Which you probably know.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly before he sat down next to you. “Must be pretty scary.”
“Kinda. At first.” You shrugged. “I think I’m getting there.” Exhaling through your mouth, you stared up at the sky. “It’s so quiet up here.”
“I know.” He smiled softly and brushed a hand through his hair. “It’s one of the things we both loved. Everything’s calm up here and nothing else exists.”
Silence had lingered for a few more seconds before you spoke up again. “I read the mission report.” There was a part of you that didn’t want to disrupt the comfortable air.
Bob’s shoulders deflated. His eyes turned mournful when he looked at you. “How are you feeling?”
With a rueful smile, you softly repeated the sentiment from before. “I’m getting there.”
“Did anything jump out?”
“The interior images of the facility seemed familiar. It was strange though.” You tried to put into words what you were experiencing, as if the former version of you was an isolated character instead of two halves of an incomplete person. “The labs still felt creepy in a way. Like I’m supposed to remember something which is ingrained in my bones.”
You eyed the side of his face with cautious eyes. “Can I ask you something?”
He rubbed his hands on his thighs. “S-sure, I-I mean, of course.”
“How did I get here?”
Bob chuckled. He gazed into the night sky before nervously eyeing you again. “Uh, y-you didn’t read your file?”
“I would if most of it wasn’t redacted.” Bob joined in on your laughter. “I barely know anything than the names of the others from this team. So, tell me, why would the government need a mutant on this Avengers team?”
Bob opened his mouth, appearing conflicted with this shift in conversation.
“Come on.” You playfully bumped against his shoulder to make him less tense around you. “I’ve got to start somewhere if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He offered a small smirk in return. “I could be an unreliable narrator.”
“Well, I trust you, Bob.”
He instantly shook his head at your confession. “I don’t know about that. I just-I’m a work in progress when it comes to a healthy body and mind, but don’t you think it’d be better if your mind remembered on its own?”
“Then give me the cliff notes version instead.”
It took Bob several seconds before he finally relented with a sigh. “It was about six months ago when you were brought in. As a fail-safe … for me.”
“Fail-safe? Because of the golden-” You gestured vaguely his body before continuing, “substance inside your body?”
The corners of his mouth were twitching into a soft smile. His body language felt even lighter in a way when he murmured, “You know, as the daughter of the master of magnetism, you really know how to keep surprising me.”
Even if you tended not to spread the word that you were related to one of most notorious mutants out there, it still filled you with pride at being considered an equal to the Lehnsherr name at least. You smiled. “Really rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? And you need to stop distracting me.” You repeated the playful nudge against his shoulder, getting the sensation that this had been something you used to do. Like touching him was second nature to you. “Keep going.”
His blue eyes roamed over your face before he chuckled lightheartedly. “Long story short, even if you were assigned as a babysitter in a way, you tried to help me as best as you could. We sparred together, a lot of mental training to calm the anxiety. We were close to a breakthrough before … your mission.”
You took in all that new information which completed the picture you already had of this soft-spoken Bob. “Thank you for telling me.”
He nodded. “Anytime. You could talk to the rest of the team if you want. Maybe that could help.”
You figured it was only a matter of time until you would have to face them. Even if that suggestion made you anxious, you were still excited by the idea.
“Speaking of, the others want to throw you a party. It was Alexei’s idea. The others were mildly inconvenienced by it but I think they really wanted to spend time again.”
“We used to do that, didn’t we?”
His smile made his eyes light up. “You’ve been missed at several movie marathons. Just dinner and a movie probably.”
“I don’t need to dress up, do I?”
Bob chuckled, shaking his head. “No, just bring yourself. And some patience. Just so you know, we tend to stick among ourselves and the others forget what it’s like to have, uh, some manners?”
“I grew up with the Wolverine. I think I’m fine.”
Despite your affirming words, Bob still tried to make sure. “So, you’ll come?” From his cross-legged position he started to face towards you.
Chuckling, you felt affected by his open expression. “Yes, I’ll come, Bob.”
Huffing nervously, he replied, “That’s cool. I can pick you up?” he asked, more as a suggestion.
“Sure.”
“Cool,” he breathed and gingerly got into a standing position to walk back inside. “I forgot to mention just now,” Once you turned back around to look back at him, he continued, “We were friends. Before everything went sideways.” Bob rubbed the back of his neck. “Really good friends.”
You spoke softly. “We still are, Bob. I definitely feel like I know you. I do believe that you can’t really forget a feeling.”
“Little star! We threw you party!” Bob and you were confronted by Alexei’s exuberant voice when the two of you entered the common room.
For a few seconds you stopped in your tracks by the unexpected greeting. The decorations were hard to miss. A few paper streamers laid on the kitchen counter and a banner with the handwritten words ‘welcome home’ were hanging in the air, with balloons tied up at the ends.
“Yes, I can see that.”
“Believe it or not, but this is my dad being reined in,” Yelena whispered conspiratorially, but with a distinct volume for the others to hear.
You smiled. There was something familiar about them. It was like bopping your head to a song you didn’t know the lyrics of.
“It’s fine, really.”
Soon enough awkwardness set in, giving off the feeling that the others were waiting for something to happen and you were inch by inch failing their test.
Alexei’s eyes softened. He stepped forward with open arms. “Oh, come here, malen’kiy.” He spoke with a murmur. Oddly, his visible warmth felt truly comforting. “Little lion cub doesn’t know how to ask for hug from family.”
“Oh.” At first you felt uncertain by the hug before your body relaxed and you softly patted his broad shoulders. You spoke your thoughts out loud while muttering, “This is actually really nice.” When you alluded to the tight hug he was giving you, it still made you feel appreciative to have your sentiments confirmed that Alexei would give the best hugs.
Yelena grunted. “Ugh, fine,” she said as the only warning before you felt her front snuggle up to your back with a sigh. “Guys, just do it. Surrender to the group hug.”
The only verbal affirmation Bucky gave was a grumbling noise.
“Fine. You’re lucky I like you, kid,” Walker conceded when stepping forward.
“Jesus. He means we like you,” Ava murmured under her breath.
“Don’t turn a group hug into a competition,” he retorted.
It was a small relief that Bob didn’t grumble much at the idea of a group hug when he joined you from behind. In return you patted something that felt like his shoulder before you settled on his neck. He was surprisingly taller than you expected, you realized from the unexpected and cozy warmth. You could feel Bob exhaling at the top of your head.
“Oh, don’t I feel special?” You lingered a few seconds before you had pity with them. “Okay, and now I release you from this hell.”
Ava exhaled, while she and the others slowly let go. “Oh, thank God.”
“That was good group exercise.” Alexei was positively beaming.
“Hey, not to pat ourselves on the back, but I think we’re getting better at those,” Walker replied with pride in his voice.
Looking at him, you spoke up. “So, you’re like Captain America, huh?”
With a crooked smile on his face, his shoulders sagged with relief. “Thanks, kid,” he spoke softly. “U.S. Agent,” he introduced himself. At seeing the glances of the others, he added, “I mean, Walker. John Walker.”
“I went on social media, hoping it would spark something,” you elaborated.
“Would you look at that? Kid recognized me.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “She recognized your Captain America-ness!”
In return, his mouth twisted into a mocking grimace. “Nope, the only thing I heard you say was ‘Captain America’s ass’. Guess it’s the accent.”
She shook her head before speaking to you in a quieter tone. “Kudos, you recognized him without his taco shield.”
Trying to get back to the initial reason for the get-together, Yelena interjected, “Let’s just have dinner before it gets cold.”
With everyone taking their seats at the dinner table, Bob found his place at your side. You felt him glance barely at you before he placed a carton of sweet and sour chicken in front of you.
“Oh, thanks. That’s,” you said. After seeing the soft expression on his face, you left it unspoken that this was your favorite Chinese food and instead changed your mind to utter something else, “really sweet of you.”
You furrowed your brow at seeing Walker send Ava a significant look over his meal before your eyes caught his chosen dinner. “Didn’t think you’d eat what normal people eat.”
He opened his mouth to retort before he heard the others bursting with laughter. It didn’t take him long to chuckle with them, accepting that it was meant in jest. “Gotta hand it to you, kid. You really know how to swoop in for the kill, huh?”
“Don’t be fooled, that’s the healthiest meal he could’ve picked,” Bucky threw in.
“I do know what to put in my body instead of these animals.” Walker waved at the others at the table.
With her mouth half-full, Ava couldn’t resist. “Walker’s taking baby steps. We have to remind him that even though he’s a super soldier, he’s still a human being and can’t just torture his body with protein powder and veggies.” Her gaze caught his. “Eating Korean BBQ every once in a while isn’t a bad thing, you know?”
He tilted his head, teasing her right back. “You know, that’s the nicest thing you ever said to me.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “And that quota’s already filled.”
“Little star, how’s your brain?”
Feeling curious pairs of eyes settle on you, you cleared your throat before you found yourself staring at Bob at you side whose eyes had softened. “Bob has probably told you about the memory thing. I read the mission report. I scoured through the many PR events on social media.”
Other than several eye rolls or sighs, Alexei seemed to be the only one who didn’t mind the renown from the side effect of fame, with the way his chest swelled with pride. “Hoping it would jog my memory, you know?”
“Did something come back?” Bucky inquired.
“Once. But I thought at the time it was just a hallucination. Then I saw the images in the mission report. I was strapped down on a gurney.”
Yelena nodded, clenching her jaw. “It’s how we found you.”
“To be honest, I get more sensations like I’ve been somewhere before. Or feelings of familiarity.”
Ava chewed on something crunchy. “Like Bob?” There was a certain undertone in her voice that made you nervous.
“I mean, it’s not that surprising-” Bob started.
At the same time, you spoke up. “Bob does seem familiar-”
You chuckled with Bob, although coming from him it sounded more awkward. In the end, he cleared his throat before he observed the others quietly from under his eyelashes.
“That’s cool. You feeling comfortable?” Yelena appeared amused before she continued at seeing you nod. “Feeling safe with him?”
Now you felt uneasy by these sorts of questions turning into an interrogation. “Sure.” You spoke slowly. The energy among the team felt a bit strange, but somehow not in a bad way, more like in a mischievous manner.
Yelena’s eyes were sparkling with something unsaid. “Good.”
“Speaking of Bob, he did make me think of something. I was wondering if you could help me with the memory thing by talking about me? I know it sounds really weird, but would it be alright if you told me how it was like when we first met?”
“I don’t think it’s weird.” Yelena looked to the others for support.
“Agreed,” Ava added.
Alexei stretched out his arms and echoed with his loud voice. “I would love to talk about little star.”
Leaning forward, Walker patted his thighs. “Sure. Let’s have a trip down memory lane.”
“I’m in.” Bucky lifted his bottle of beer in the air as a cheers and turned to his teammates. “Who starts?”
“Not me. You guys met her first.” Ava pointed at Walker and Bucky. “Though you might want to whitewash the events, Walker.” She smirked.
He mockingly smirked at Ava. Walker turned his body until he was facing you and opened his mouth-
“Well, you were pretty scary,” Bucky began.
Walker huffed at the interruption before he a grimace darkened his face. “She wasn’t that terrifying.”
“Were we in the same room, John?” He studied you intensely. “So, here’s what happened…”
“Did they send you?” You inquired.
“If you mean the government, then yes,” Walker answered. He studied the bodies scattered around while lights flickered haphazardly in the lab. “You made kind of a mess, didn’t you?”
Bucky spoke up. “Listen here, we’re here to take you in. So, why don’t you just come with us before more people get hurt?”
Tilting your head, you observed his arm. “Is that vibranium?”
Slowly, his breathing turned heavy when the metal started to move without his control. “Walker, use the collar.”
Walker hesitated. “Bucky?”
“Walker, collar, now!”
The last warning you gave was when you muttered ominously, “I’m not switching one facility for another.”
“We could really use some backup right now! Ghost, get in here.”
Ava heard Walker’s choked voice through the comm channel. Uttering a small sigh, she phased through the facility, merely to watch Walker get thrown against the wall with your psionic powers. Too stunned, she whispered, “Jesus, guys.”
Hearing him mutter with irritation to the ground, “We could really use a Bob right now.”
Ava’s upper body was shaking with laughter and was soon joined by Yelena mirthful chuckles.
“Aww, Walker, that’s actually really nice of you,” Bob replied with a satisfied smile.
“Sure, Bob.” His soft smile turned into a smirk when he looked at Bucky. “Thanks for that, bud.”
With no care in the world, Bucky shrugged. “There’s no shame in admitting she kicked your ass.”
Walker stared imploringly at you. “Don’t listen to him. You kicked all of our asses.”
“Is this Flatter Y/N day? Because a girl could really get used to this.”
“You should. Truth be told, due to Val’s oh-so transparent agenda at the time we didn’t know you were like an omega level threat. So, that was fun.” Sarcastically, Walker did a thumbs up with both his hands. “Anything else you want to know?”
You pursed your lips while you tried to think of something good. “Why is your shield bent into a taco? Special choice of weapon?”
A grunt left his lips. Without missing a beat, he mumbled into his food. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”
“What?”
“What?” Walker’s eyes widened in shock.
Bob rubbed the back of his neck and coughed loudly. “So, uh, when are we watching that movie?”
After Yelena punched into Walker’s side, he held his ribs, mouthing, “I didn’t mean to.”
The warm intimacy was slowly getting to you. Bob’s vulnerable and accommodating nature was a breath of fresh air and the reason why it was getting to hard to breathe while he was sitting next to you and shared the blanket with you to cover both of your laps. Needing a moment to gather your wits and cool down your skin. The moment when you tried to quietly untangle from the warmth, you felt his wide-eyed stare linger on you.
“E-everything okay?”
“Yeah, just having a drink,” you whispered. “You want some?”
“I-I’m good.”
After moving towards the open kitchen, you poured yourself some water before downing it in one go.
“Well, that was painful,” you heard Yelena’s dry voice utter close by.
Stuttering, you felt the water droplets on your lips when you pressed them together. “What do you mean?” You saw Yelena leaning against the counter while she was tapping her fingers against the surface.
You briefly saw Ava phasing through the couch and counter until she was standing right next to you.
“No phasing during movie night,” Bucky muttered absentmindedly.
“Okay, dad,” she called out without moving her gaze away from you. Pulling back her mask to reveal her face, Ava prepared another bowl of popcorn. “So, what are we talking about?”
Heat blossomed in your cheeks at the ambush coming from both sides. “Nothing. There’s no talk happening.”
Without waiting for further explanations from you, Ava silently turned her head towards Yelena and crossed her arms, witnessing Yelena’s mouth tug into a mischievous smile before she went on.
“What happened on the couch? Very awkward.”
You sighed before you surrendered to the inevitable with a whisper. “I feel like I did that before. It just … it scared the shit out of me.”
“The cuddling under the blanket?” Yelena’s eyes studied your face with meticulous detail. “Yes, you guys do that all the time.”
“It’s truly nauseating.” After seeing your reactions, Ava corrected herself with a shudder. “Fine. I hate how adorable you two are.”
Almost like a knee-jerk reaction, you looked in Bob’s direction. You felt a shiver travel down your spine from his gaze before his head jerked back.
“I’m just … What if I don’t get those memories back? That is a possibility.”
Yelena’s shoulders dropped. “You can’t think like that.”
“Stop putting pressure on yourself. We wouldn’t mind those remember when conversations.”
“She’s right,” Yelena confirmed.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m just letting it come to me when it does. Even if that means ‘starting fresh’.”
Yelena smiled devilishly. “Wow, Bob wants to cuddle on the couch and you want to get to know the guy all over again,” she said while making air quotes. “And start fresh.”
You felt so close to exhaling in aggravation. “Yelena.”
The blonde Widow raised her arms in defeat. “Fine, whatever.” She leaned forward on her arms. “So, you think he’s cute, huh?”
“Oh my God,” you hissed.
Bob made a choking noise that evolved into a coughing fit. “I-I’m good, guys,” he assured them when several heads turned in the sitting area.
Walker’s eyes were glued back to the screen when he exclaimed, “What kind of whisper conspiracy is going on over there? I can feel Bob getting nervous and it’s distracting from the movie.”
“Calm your tits, Walker!” Ava mirrored Walker’s volume before her voice turned into a whisper again. “You do realize dear Bob can essentially hear the heartbeat of a hummingbird in Central Park, if you know what I’m saying…” She arched an eyebrow before her hand reached for the popcorn to get back to movie night.
Your body felt frozen in place once you managed to process this insight.
Yelena’s lips were twitching. “You can’t blame me. I’ll initiate any sorts of drama in this tower. What can I say? I like Bob. We like Bob.”
There was only thought rushing through your brain with how the night had evolved.
Billy Russo x pregnancy/fatherhood fics and headcanons 👩❤️💋👨🤰🏻👨👩👧👦
These moodboards are my homage to all of the dad!Billy fics/headcanons I’ve read over short period of time and they made me feel so warm and hopeful and I couldn’t get the imagery of Billy being a dad out of my mind (surprise/planned pregnancy, girl/twins dad, anxious/protective dad) so I decided to put it all in one place and also save the fics for rereading. Yes, two moodboards are same but I can’t choose the background out of two so🤷🏻♀️
Thank you to all of you amazing writers for sharing your talents and making my days better every time I read your blogs❣️
“I hope it’s a boy” by @watchtowerindistress
Pregnancy Headcanons by @amhrosina
“Mangos” by @playbucky
“Discipline” @don-daygamerz
Dad!Billy headcanons one two and three by @the-cult-of-russo
If you’d like me to remove your fics from the post, please let me know.
Wow, it's been a long time since someone actually insulted one of my fics.
Do writers really need to mention to readers when they're writing a character they've never written for before - or even in the tvd fandom which they started out in - not to criticize it? I always thought it was kind of a given for readers to be nice in the comment section. But, I guess, that's the optimist in me. 🤷🏻♀️
In other good news, I'm queuing a Bob Reynolds fic coming on October 1st (a character I've never written for and an ensemble I'm not that familiar with, other than a few exceptions). The summary can be read in the masterlist. So, be nice? 🙏🏼
Summary: Post-merge ~ Does a Siphoner have a teensy little crush on a witch? Funny how feelings work.
Warnings: mention of alcohol, language, a smidge of angst
Word count: 1.6k
Pairing: Kai Parker x witch!reader
Author’s note: After the merge Kai was still a siphoner, right?😅 I hope I got post-merge!Kai kinda right at least. Finding the balance for a (sorta) nice sociopath is not the easiest.
Gifs: laughtosmilex and babyblueeyes1864
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“What do you want?”
“Now that’s not very nice of you. What would the neighbors think?”
You sighed at Damon’s familiar antics. Absentmindedly tapping against the kitchen counter, you waited for the coffee pot to finish brewing. At last, your gaze switched over to the call you put on speaker. “That the Salvatores probably did their usual shtick to warrant that behavior?”
Damon groaned incredulously. “We’re still on that? It’s been a week!”
“I’m going to tell you the following: do you really want to test me before my first cup of coffee?”
“Wait, this is serious-”
Without bothering to glance down, you hung up. Closing your eyes, you sighed in relief when the light at the bottom of the coffee machine blinked once.
~Damon POV~
He let out a grunt at hearing the sound of you ending the phone call. Just another thing that wouldn’t go according to plan. Damon clenched his fist.
“So, what did she say?”
He turned around and narrowed his eyes at the personified plague that was starting to ruin his day. With a sarcastic tone he replied, “I don’t know. Did that sound like a successful conversation to you?”
Kai sauntered closer. “Counter question: You want to get that message to Bonnie, right? So, I’m game if you are. But you have to make a bit of an effort here.” He waved his hands at Damon’s idleness, pouting dramatically. “I mean, come on. It’s like you don’t even want dear Bon back.”
Damon frowned. “If you need Y/N so badly for this ritual why don’t you call her?” To illustrate the tempting offer, he waved his phone.
“Out of the two of us who would she rather talk to?”
Skepticism lingered on his features. “I’m not buying it. Do you want to siphon her or something?”
“Maybe I just really want to prove to her how sorry I am for what transpired.”
Damon paused. “You mean when you depleted her like a juice box just for the kicks of it?”
Widening his eyes, Kai pointed at him. “Exactly! I mean, I kinda feel bad about it. Speaking of, I could use the extra juice. Empath energy must be really rejuvenating.”
He groaned at his witch friend being described like that. “Yes, you’re so repentant, gross. Correct me if I’m wrong. There are less than a handful of witches in town or close by who could do this spell.” Tilting his head, he continued his train of thought. “And they all want to kill you or at the very least would love an invitation to your funeral. There comes a time when you have to realize … maybe you are the problem.”
Kai clutched his chest, sucking in a breath. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to hurt my feelings. Oh, and, would you look at that…”
Damon rolled his eyes when he pointed at himself as he was forced to hear him drone on and on.
“Mega powerful Gemini coven leader.”
Damon faked a smile when Kai pointed at him in return. “Boring little vampire. Do as I say. Call Y/N again. Try to think of Bonnie if that helps.”
“Antichrist,” he grumbled before shaking his head. Reluctantly, he redialed. “Hey, it’s me again.”
You sighed heavily into your phone, not knowing what to make of Damon’s stubbornness. “Wow, you must be really desperate.”
He snorted. “You have no idea.”
“Careful, Damon. Are you sure you want to reveal all your cards already?”
His voice took on a pleading quality. “Listen, we need you. I wouldn’t call if this wasn’t important-”
You furrowed your brows at the slip. “Who’s we?”
“Uh, figure of speech?”
You didn’t trust the heavy silence before that answer. “Damon.”
“A chatty little siphoner?” Your gaze wandered into the distance, remaining silent. “You didn’t hang up yet.”
With your lips pursing, you replied slowly and monotonously, “I’m trying to decide if I would be able to give someone an aneurysm over the phone.”
“It’s Bonnie,” Damon offered, knowing that was answer enough. “Maybe you can pop the blood vessels of the devil incarnate when you get here?”
With his arms crossed, Damon waited patiently—more or less—for your verdict. His fingers tapped on the coffee table between you as he absentmindedly drank from his tumbler.
Your brows were furrowed in thought while you were perusing the spell from the grimoire. It took a few more seconds before you lifted your head again to face the two men in question. “Which one of you said I needed to be here for this? Because I don’t.”
Kai—the ever so innocent—chose to study the ceiling, with his hands behind his back. Instead of offering an immediate explanation, he pretended to exude a surprised face when he turned to you, to find you already examining his features. “I’ll have you know this is a very sophisticated spell.”
You barely managed to let out the scoff before it could leave your mouth. “One you don’t need a second witch for since … what were your words? You’re mega powerful?”
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Stop it, I’m not used to you regaling me with compliments. What can I say? I could use the extra empath juice.”
Breathing deeply at being labeled an empath juice box, you turned your body until you faced him head-on. Imagining all the things you could do to him without seriously killing him. Damn him for becoming coven leader. Who could blame you though if your fingertips were already tingling with something akin to lightning, needing some sort of release?
Judging by the pleased expression on Kai’s face, he could feel it too. Maybe even relished in it.
Feeling the energy shift to something more volatile, Damon spoke up, “Remember, please don’t kill him. I know the urge is strong.”
You rubbed your finger together once the energy of the celestial event hit you. These were less than ideal conditions for this to work, you realized with a sigh. Glancing back at the siphoner, you almost stepped back once you noticed he was already looking at you, eyeing those micro-expressions and physical behavior of yours.
Sensing the air of the crescent moon, you turned back to Damon. “I’m going to raid your whiskey collection for this.”
Your shoulders tensed when you heard footsteps following behind you. You thought it was strange that Damon barely sighed at your declaration, but you were proven wrong. It felt even more bizarre being silently watched by Kai while you indulged in some intoxication to put you in the right headspace.
At last you chose to face the music by turning around while arching your eyebrows with an expectant gaze.
It surprised you how his expression seemed almost stunned. It took him a few seconds before he could voice what was on his mind. “These people have no idea how your powers work.”
You crossed your arms, there must be something seriously wrong in the universe if Kai Parker wanted to fight in your corner. “And you do?”
He scoffed in derision. Despite a successful merge it was slightly reassuring to know that some things wouldn’t ever change a power hungry witch. “More than your so-called friends. You think-” He pointed to the living room where Damon was still waiting for you to get ready, “they can keep you safe when it comes down to it?”
“Why do you care?”
Kai swallowed before his familiar smirk made an appearance, but this one seemed more strained than usual. “…What?”
“The last time we met you couldn’t wait to drain me.”
He blinked. With an awkward chuckle, he sputtered, “I’d never drain you.”
“And now I’m supposed to believe you’re this innocent guy who never did anything wrong—slate wiped clean? Guess we’re cool, hm?” Your body sidestepped the corner of the kitchen island until you stood in front of Kai. The magic in your blood was singing to draw even closer to the siphoner. First the siphoning and now this? There was something seriously off about your magic. It was a bit unsettling that it craved these masochistic tendencies. “I mean, what do you want from me?”
Okay, the intimate proximity was a bad idea. Kai’s energy was thrumming, daring you to come closer. “I just … I never met someone like you.”
“This isn’t one of those moments where you claim that we’re so similar. All you see is the power. My existence is all about balance while you only thrive in chaos.”
Kai’s face relaxed in recognition, like he was almost pleased that you could read him like that. His voice turned soft. “So, you do know me.”
“Do you even know how many elemental empaths are out there? Just connect to earth and you’re ready to go. Celestials? As far as I know we might as well all be dead. So, if you want to kill me, you’d better have a damn good reason.”
Kai frowned. “Why would I want to kill you?”
“You tried several times,” you uttered through a clenched jaw.
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead,” he hissed lowly. His gaze sobered quickly, blinking slowly once he read the expression on your face. “Wait, that’s not what I meant.”
You exhaled. “Let’s get this over with.” The satisfaction filling you up felt like vindication in nature when you shoved your drink against his chest before you walked back to where the ritual was supposed to take place.
Damon leaned with his hip against the couch, arching a dismissive brow. “You lovebirds dealt with your issues?”
You opened your mouth to interject when Kai spoke up. “No issues.”
Your narrowed eyes didn’t seem to bother him when he lifted his hand with the palm pointed downwards. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a big advocate for holding hands.”
what do we have here? ~ am i the asshole? (part one)
Summary: Kai meets his equal, not knowing whether to kill her or … do other things.
Warnings: violence, language, sexual tension, siphoning
Word count: 2.3k
Pairing: Kai Parker x witch!reader
Author’s note: So, here’s the thing … I have no idea if I’m going to finish the Ben Hargreeves fic, so in the meantime I want to rejuvenate the thinking juices with this murderous sociopath. 🤷🏻♀️ Fair warning, it’s been many months since I watched the show, so I’m going to make the plot a bit loosey-goosey and do a few changes, with this to make some sense. Don't look at me with plot and logic. 😅
This reader has a few restrictions, so she’s not overpowered. I thought it could be fun to someone with that kind of power set around a sociopath who doesn’t know how to deal with feelings. 😅 Regarding her powers, imagine Phoebe from Charmed who just has an empathy ability.
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“Where’s Elena?”
From afar, you could hear Damon’s voice before a male one retorted sarcastically, “Oh, are we not cloaking people anymore? I thought that’s what this was.” The mystery guest whistled.
You frowned at hearing a struggle taking place in the abandoned high school. Silently, you sneaked along the lockers, trying to get closer.
“That’s gotta hurt. I am definitely getting the hang of this. Cloaking spells, illusions. You know, it’s all the same wheelhouse.”
You heard a heavy thunk against reverberating metal. To stop anything even worse from happening you rounded the corner to watch Damon crawl over to Elena who was crumpled on the floor.
“What’s going on here?” You said, walking around the corner.
At last you could put a face to the male voice confronting Damon. Judging by the facial similarities to Jo, you suspected this to be the new bane of Damon’s existence called Kai. You furrowed your brows at seeing him wear a gray Mystic Falls shirt.
He turned his body until his eyes zeroed in on you. With a tilt of his head, he asked, “Oh, what do we have here?”
Glowering at the deflection, you twisted your fingers at your side.
Ignoring the bloody mayhem he left behind, Kai pointed behind him as he sauntered closer. “Oh, them? Don’t mind them. We’re just having a bit of fun.” He smirked.
“What I’m curious about is your-” His voice deepened until it fell silent. Kai stopped in his tracks. “Woah-” His fingers reached for his nose until droplets of blood touched his fingertips.
Shivers went down your spine at the intense stare shooting in your direction.
His voice turned raspy. “Would you look at that?” With a smirk, he lifted his arm. “Motus.”
A grunt left your lips at feeling yourself being dragged forward by the feet. You swung your arms around until a golden energy wave ruptured through the air. With the back of his head, he elevated against the ceiling before he fell down.
Kai’s groan turned into delighted chuckles. Your fingers tensed at having to go another round. Gray eyes lazily met your figure with a humming sound.
“Stay down.” Your arm rose to send another aneurysm his way, letting a golden shimmer linger around your hand in warning.
If it was possible his eyes glinted even more with mischief. Kai shook his head. “But this is so much more fun.”
An arrow shot through his shoulder, making him fall to his knees before Alaric ran over to inject him with something.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Those were the last words he heard before his mind drifted off.
You absolutely hated how you were the go-to girl for everything. Including fulfilling the duties of a babysitter.
“Trust me, this guy is harmless like this.” Damon laid his hands on your arms. “By now, he’s probably as dangerous as a baby. A siphoner baby, but still. So, no touchy.” Wagging a finger in reprimand, he pouted his lips at the sacrifice you were offering for not touching a siphoning serial killer.
You were still not convinced when you rolled your eyes. “Oh no, what will I do with myself? Sounds like a fun time: watch the catatonic witch? Check.”
“Try not to kill him? I know it’s hard.”
You smiled serenely at the thought. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Besides, the last time you two crazy kids met, he was already half obsessed with you.”
With a dry voice, you retorted, “Thanks. That does make me feel better.”
“It won’t take long. If it bothers you that much, just-” Damon wiggled his fingers to imitate your powers. “hit him with your sleepy powers.”
You laughed mockingly before you instantly sobered. “If you take one second longer, I’m going to make him obsessed with you instead. And I won’t even have to touch him.”
Realizing you meant business, he suppressed an unsettled shiver. “Jesus, fine. I won’t take long.”
You threw your head back, exhaling heavily. You eyed Tyler’s knocked-out body lying on the ground next to Kai’s bedside. “Well, that worked out perfectly.”
With a sigh, you dialed Damon’s number, muttering under your breath, “What a shit show.”
“I’m already on my way back. Loosen those empath fingers already. Don’t tell me you already tried to kill him.”
“Not exactly. But Tyler tried … something.”
Silence lingered on the other end. “What happened?”
“Tried to put him off his Pentobarbital. The Gemini dad’s in town. Tyler wanted to grab him as a plan B, in case he’d say no to the blonde twins. I thought I’d let you deal with this unconscious problem. The less murderous version at least.”
Even after reiterating everything that happened, it still felt strange that this was your life now.
Damon exhaled a tired groan. “What is it with Romeo thinking he can just take the psycho freak magic siphon and just waltz out of there? Wait. Huh…”
You closed your eyes, rubbing your forehead. “Oh no, I don’t like when you get ideas.”
“Y/N, pull a Romeo. Wake him up. Keep him alive until I get there.”
Still not convinced, warily eyeing the IV drip and the sleeping siphoner. “You know, there’s still time to not do this.”
“This is the only way. I know what I’m doing.”
You sarcastically grumbled under your breath, “Boy, do you ever.”
Hanging up the phone, you succumbed to your fate when you leaned over to unplug the sedative. “I’m going to regret this.”
You intensely stared at Kai’s sleeping form from the chair you were sitting on. Feeling impatience swelling inside you, your fingers lifted in the air, clenching them into a twisting motion. Your features grimaced in concentration until only warmth lingered. Satisfaction bloomed when Kai’s chest hummed with golden energy.
Eyelids twitching, Kai groaned with a gasp, touching his chest.
“About time, sleeping beauty.”
Kai groggily opened his eyes before he searched for the source of the voice. “Is this real?”
You bit your lip, flicking your finger at him until the headache hit him full force.
The groan leaving Kai’s lips was deliciously gratifying to your ears. “God!” It was short-lived though when he chuckled, sending you a slow, speculative gaze. “You really are an empath.” He stroked his chest where the golden energy had hit. His eyes lit up with a vigorous curiosity. “Which kind?”
Kai shook his head when you remained silent instead. “Keep your secrets. I’ll find out soon enough.”
“Not if you’re dead.”
He pouted. “Ouch, so hostile already. And we don’t even know each other.” With a smirk stretching on his lips, he nestled himself deeper into the pillow and bestowed you with a smoldering gaze.
“I’m Kai. What’s your name, sunshine?” At the prolonged silence his gaze darkened when he narrowed his eyes. “You know, I could just make you tell me.” He twisted his fingers, pointing towards you.
Eyeing his hand, you stood up from your seat. You crossed your arms. “Nope, no more Traveler magic for you.”
Kai’s eyes caught Tyler lying on the floor next to him. “You shouldn’t have. Should I feel touched that you were the one watching over me?”
“It’s usually Damon or Alaric staring daggers at you.”
“I hope not. I mean, Damon’s such an incessant talker. How can you stand the guy?”
Ever the dramatic one, Damon barged in. “I was just about to ask the same question.” He turned towards you, arching an eyebrow. “How can you stand the guy?”
Kai groaned. “Great.” He smirked mirthlessly. “I was just enjoying myself but then I heard this droning voice in my ear.”
Damon widened his eyes. “News flash: it’s not me, it’s you.”
“Oh my God, there’s two.” You placed your fingers against your temple, feeling a headache coming on.
“What do you want? I’ve got places to see, a sister to merge.”
“That’s going to have to wait for a bit.”
Kai sat up in bed. Mockingly, he laughed once. “You really think I’m gonna trust you?”
“No. And we’re not gonna trust you. I just happen to need a magic siphon and you’re the only game in town.”
With a spring in his step, he jumped over Tyler until Kai was inches from Damon. “Hi. Let’s discuss my fee.”
You felt Damon’s sidelong glance on the side of your face. “Don’t look at me like that. I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t life and death. Literally.”
You shook your head. “Everything’s life and death in this town.” With a sigh, you continued, “I’m going to hold down the fort until Tyler wakes up. At least, until he can venture on being Liv’s knight in shining armor.”
“You’re a good egg, Y/N.” Damon patted the side of your head.
You grimaced, not knowing what to make of the amicable touch. “Whatever.”
Feeling Kai’s inquisitive gaze upon you, you watched him in return. He was basically vibrating with delight, like he was close to jumping in the air.
“You still haven’t asked me what I want in return.” Kai tilted his head.
“We don’t have time for negotiations.” Damon grumbled next to you. “You are in no position to-”
“As I keep hearing … time is a luxury you don’t have. I’m offering you my services—the kind of which is quite rare if I recall correctly—you think I’m providing those out of the goodness of my heart?” He chuckled darkly, tapping lightly against his chest where his heart laid. Supposedly.
“We both know people like us aren’t capable of that,” he added.
Damon clenched his jaw, stepping towards him with a threatening air. “Little weasel-”
Kai tapped his ear. “Uh uh uh, less insults, more groveling.”
“What do you want?” He hissed.
Kai stroked his jaw in thought. “I’m feeling quite peckish.”
Sensing the siphoning hunger inside Kai thrum with energy, you inwardly sighed at his antics.
“What?”
“He wants a taste,” you elaborated.
Kai smirked. “That’s not how I would’ve phrased it, but if you’re offering.” He wiggled his eyebrows indecently. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been curious. Never had an empath before. And I’m not hungry for Vampire. Sorry, not sorry.”
Damon groaned, at last understanding Kai’s insane tangents. “Gotta be kidding me.”
“Time’s a wastin’. Looks like you got a choice to make.”
“A siphon leech who just lost all his Traveler magic—sounds like someone with a ton of self control to stop,” Damon interjected.
Kai’s eyes settled on you. “Don’t worry, I would know when to stop and trust me, I know all about self control.”
With a disgusted face, he rolled his eyes. “Ugh, someone kill me.” Damon started to face you, turning serious. “You know, I wouldn’t ask this of you if this wasn’t serious.”
You gave him a blank stare. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find a way for you to make it up to me.” You narrowed your eyes, imagining the siphoning. “Or not.” Turning back towards Kai, you gingerly offered your arm.
Kai shook his arms like he was psyching himself up. “Oh my, is that what nervous feels like? I must be pretty hungry, huh?” He let his hand linger in the air for a second before brusquely keeping your wrist in a tight grip.
A gasp left your lips. Not feeling used to the intimate touch after years of people avoiding it in fear of activating your empathy and have you read their innermost secrets. Instantly, the tingling sensation of your essence leaving your body remained.
He hissed through gritted teeth, watching in fascination at the glowing surface area on your skin. “Oh, that’s the stuff. Would you look at that? Who knew I needed empath power all my life?”
His face lit up even more at the struggle you were facing. “I bet you’re thinking-” His face leaned towards you until it was inches from yours, not moving his hypnotizing gaze away from yours. You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. Kai pouted. “If only he had some Traveler power left.” His grip tightened and if possible he siphoned even harder.
You clenched your hands into fists, grunting at the aching sensation.
His voice twisted into something spiteful. “Maybe you guys shouldn’t have drained me like you did.” Kai observed your reaction with intent eyes, silently reading your expression.
“Easy on the control, Parker,” you could hear Damon say faintly behind you.
With a thunderous glare, you grunted, “Let go, Kai.”
“Come on, make me,” he said, baiting you to rise to the challenge.
Not wasting another second, you placed your hand around his throat. Not enough to choke him in return, merely as a threat that you weren’t afraid to use force if necessary.
Kai, the pervert, closed his eyes and threw his head back to further reveal his neck. “Oh, that’s nice. Give me more of that.”
You pressed harder with more glowing energy.
“Okay, that’s enough with the foreplay. Cut it out!” Damon kept the two of you apart, lightly shoving Kai away. He gazed into your eyes, holding onto your shoulders. “Are we good?”
You intensely stared at Kai, not daring to avoid his eye. “No, we’re not. Not even close.” There must be something wrong with your magic. It swirled in your blood, humming with your heartbeat, like it needed more. To be close again, to feel more of that siphoning spark.
Kai stretched his arms over his head with new vigor. “Did it feel as good for you as it did for me?” With arching eyebrows, he mockingly frowned. “No? Just me? Oh well…”
Damon exhaled heavily, clapping his hands. “Chop chop. Do I look like I want to be bored by your endless yapping?”
Kai started to follow. His gray eyes were glinting. He never seemed to have heard of keeping his distance when he moved around you, walking backwards.
“Until our next encounter, Y/N.” Kai smirked. “Told you I’d find out,” he exhaled with a tranquil air, throwing his head back. “Uh, I feel so refreshed.”
Damon pushed him towards the door for good measure, trying to hurry him up.
There was still no haste in his step. “Thanks for that, my sweet little witch.”
Summary: Rivals-to-lovers. Kai meets his equal, not knowing how to deal with those pesky feelings (ugh). The question is: What's a guy gotta do to acquit himself in the eyes of a sweet little witch when he ... did some things while he was still a raging sociopath? (complete)
Warning: violence, language
Author's note: I swear this fic title had so many re-writes 😅 If my mind keeps calling it siphoning the sun i'm sorry. Not a fan of naming taylor swift song titles as fics 👀 Part one and two are officially done. I don't know if I'll do a part three since my mind is working on the outline of different series. My inspiration for Kai is only semi-there. Even if I said I won't let that one criticising reply get to me, I will always connect that with this mini-series. I'll see what happens in a few years, but officially this mini-series is complete.
isn't it ironic umbrella academy pulled me out of my writing hiatus with sparrow!ben? essentially, i tried so hard to keep going until i was no longer certain if/when (but a bigger if) i can finish the sequel series i set out to do for the empath and the eldritch horror.
i always feel so bad when i put out there how i'm working on something and then i don't deliver. especially since i worked on this for almost a year.
full disclosure, it's a fix-it story with 10 parts, with only one chapter finished so far 😅 so, at the moment it's another abandoned wip 🤷🏻♀️
currently trying my hand in a whole different fandom instead. 🤪
the empath and the eldritch horror - series masterlist
Summary: Number 8 challenged him. Ben just needed to decide if he liked it or not. Nope, definitely hated it. There was no way in hell he actually liked the little Empath. (Set in S3)
Warning: language, violence, fluff, angst, smut
Author's note: Just re-did this artwork to make it more from S3. In chronological order.
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Tracking: #watchtowerindistress #the empath and the eldritch horror
Holy shit! This is one of the best series i've ever read despite only having 5 chapters in it. You've written both characters with so much respect and quality that reading them is a masterpiece on itself. Can't wait for the next parts! 💕💕💕💕💕
Oh my God that is actually really nice and sweet of you! 💕 I've been in a writing funk, so your comment has been a breath of fresh air. I may not be the best in narrating - unless I'm feeling really inspired and "awake" - but I like painting the picture with witty dialogue.
I do love the grump/sunshine trope with those two tickling each other's dark/light sides.
to the people who already have seen the new kraven movie (since i haven't yet) ... so you're saying we're not getting Russian Kraven?
What's the point in taking that accent away from him? Already had a feeling from watching the trailers but I was hoping we'd get some exceptions when in a primal/emotional state. Where is my Russian Kraven? Or British/Russian Kraven at least?
the empath and the eldritch horror (5/5) - sparrow!ben x empath!reader
Summary: Ben and Eight have breakfast together. Diego is being weird-er than usual. Two manipulators (more or less) have a heart to heart. Ben and Eight have the best and the worst day together.
Word count: 5.6k
Warning: language, mention of smut, angst (kinda?)
Author's note: Yes, this ends on a cliffhanger note, but that's only because the finale episode will be used as a recap in the new series, so you'll be picked up for the next ride. The Ben/Eight scene during the one hour reprieve can be read as a deleted scene since I couldn't just leave that out.
Just so you know, if you're interested in the sequel series for S4, you can already enter the taglist. Just access the series masterlist, the rest is gravy. 😘 I'm going to take a break after this since I'm getting mentally tired - maybe I depleted all there was for this character for now.
Dear me, thank you for 1.8k. Remember guys, reblogging and writing a small comment is love. Let me know if you even liked this.
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There was just so much to choose from, you realized, when you were standing in front of the buffet, admiring the breakfast collection. Your stomach emitted a rumbling noise to signal its craving for food. You just started filling your breakfast tray when Ben joined your side.
“Here, have some vitamins,” you said, popping a pineapple cube into his mouth.
A grunt left Ben’s mouth. He paused awkwardly before he slowly munched on the fruit. Ben wiped his mouth. “You’re lucky I—you’re alright. You do remember me punching your brother for wanting a hug, right?”
It felt surreal to have him not being his snarky self. Without him hissing at every turn. Ben’s behavior in the elevator should’ve been indicative enough of how the morning after was treating him.
“Is this the hangover talking or are you losing your touch? Because I remember you being way more hostile when you want to be.”
Ben groaned loudly at being caught unawares. “Just give me a few minutes with a cup of coffee, alright? Then I’m back to insulting your whole family.” The corners of his mouth tensed until he managed a smirk.
Your eyes widened comically, clutching your throat. “I was getting worried for a second there,” you retorted before taking a sip from your cup of tea. Feeling satisfied with your yogurt and selection of fruits and cereals, you playfully brushed your shoulder against his and strolled to the dining area.
You chuckled quietly to yourself when you felt him inquisitively turn his head towards you.
Okay, fine. You were kinda flirting with Ben.
But sometimes it was just fun to tease him and to ruffle his feathers a bit since that guy was all about control.
You pulled out the chair at a long banquet table which was covered by a white tablecloth and took a seat with a small sigh. The sweet taste of a juicy strawberry was barely in your mouth before you were reintroduced to Ben’s company who seated himself next to you. He dropped his chin on the palm of his hand, suffering in silence. Which didn’t actually sound like the Ben you knew.
Maybe this was Ben’s idea of a small pity party. Not needing another convincing of him, you touched his forehead without averting your eyes from your food.
Ben groaned while closing his eyes. Bit by bit, he managed to regain his energy. “Oh damn, that’s nice.”
“It was starting to distract me,” you calmly let him know. As soon as you felt him slowly being himself again, you dropped your hand next to your cutlery.
Ben stared intently at you. “Oh, my mistake. How could I dare for having a hangover, right?” He smirked sardonically before he drank from his coffee. “And here I thought you were being all altruistic. Maybe you’re just like me after all.” He inclined his head, like he knew something you didn’t.
The moment when you stirred your cereals into the fruit yogurt, something else crossed your mind. Ever since this morning his mind was preoccupied with morose thoughts. Something must have gotten to him in the wee hours.
You exhaled unevenly. “What’s wrong?”
“Why would there be something wrong?” Ben settled his arms on the table, turning his head towards you with a small smile on his face. Despite the energy surge, Ben’s eyes looked tired.
“Well, if it’s not your emotions revealing themselves, it’s certainly that look in your eyes,” you said softly.
Ben grunted low in his throat. There was something he hadn’t been able to forget, as much as he tried to bury it to the back of his head.
“Ah, classic defense mechanism. Pushing away the people who care about you the most. Just like Dad.”
Ben inhaled deeply and spoke almost absentmindedly. “Klaus said something.”
Remembering one of the first words he uttered while in the elevator, you nodded. Wondering what it was that Klaus said that would make Ben feel so uneasy.
“It really must have gotten to you, huh?”
“Enough to make me want to punch him in the face.” Ben smirked faintly.
“But you didn’t. That has to count for something.” The semblance of pride remained in your voice at the minimum of self-control.
~ Diego POV ~
From afar, Diego and Lila observed Ben and you having breakfast together. Almost in slow motion, Diego’s eyes followed your hand movements when you reached forward to cover Ben’s forehead, swiping his hair to the side while doing it. Barely even noticing the golden shimmer under her palm.
The serene and blissed-out expression on his face made Diego frown. “What the fuck?” Diego muttered under his breath, stalking towards the two of you.
He felt Lila’s fingers clench around his bicep. “Easy there, tiger. Your sister doesn’t have time for your testosterone bullshit,” she calmly whispered into his ear, trying to be some sort of voice of reason. A deed which didn’t sound right in his head. Lila wasn’t exactly known for being reasonable or calm.
“It’s not bullshit if mean Ben just wants to get his tentacles into my sister.” Diego waved towards the little shit. He felt the twitching in his fingers, as they reached for one of his knives in the holster around his ribs.
Lila leaned her arms around Diego’s shoulders, muttering quietly. “Overprotective Diego is kind of a turn-on,” Her voice turned normal again. “Come on, just let your sister have a wee bit of fun for once. I mean, are you behaving like such a controlling, big brother that you don’t even want your sister having a good shag?”
Despite Lila’s flirting or intimate gestures, Diego felt far too tense—not to mention, he was way too in his head—to react accordingly to his girlfriend’s needs. He whipped his head around, feeling slightly nauseated at the mere thought. “What did you say? You think they’re having sex?”
“I’m saying I don’t know. Why?” Lila pulled her head back, slightly befuddled. “What did you mean?”
“I meant that he’s still Dad’s kid. A damn Sparrow. Strategic power move, you know? Keep your enemies closer and whatever. I mean, since when are those two so chummy?”
“Diego, calm your tits.” Lila implored him with a soothing tone, widening her eyes. She enunciated her next words with a deep voice. “We don’t know what’s going on. Is it that surprising that your sweetheart of a sister makes friends with literally everyone? I thought everything was cool.”
Diego’s hard glare met Lila. “That was before, Lila.” Squaring his shoulders, he stalked briskly towards you. Something flashed in his eyes. “Let’s find out.”
She whisper-hissed, “What do you mean let’s find out? Diego!”
“I’m proud of you,” you added with a tad of mischief and gentleness shining in your eyes.
Out of nowhere, the chair opposite of you was pulled out by Diego, rendering you both silent. With a loud grunt, he sat down, bracing his arms on the table. “Hey, what’s up with you two?” Diego’s gaze alternated between Ben and you, it was almost the scrutinizing kind.
You paused from eating your yogurt, feeling stumped by the nature of the question. “Having breakfast?” You arched your eyebrows, speaking slowly. “What are you guys doing?” The question was uttered more out of courtesy, getting the feeling that Lila didn’t intend to take up more of your time. Despite that you watched her tentatively take a seat next to Diego. You didn’t think it was possible for Lila doing anything tentatively.
“Same as you,” Diego said, taking a sip from his cup of joe while keeping his gaze set on the two of you.
“Someone’s being serious,” you muttered before leaning towards Lila, needing something to lift the mood. “I heard the two of you were being some horndogs.” You wiggled your eyebrows.
“Oh, Y/N, you know, a lady never does kiss and tell.”
You smiled, provocatively tilting your head. “And what would you call yourself then?”
Gasping mockingly, Lila guffawed with laughter.
“Care to tell what you guys did once the party was over?” Like a bucket of ice-cold water drenching the atmosphere, Diego interjected.
Before you could react, Ben answered for you. “What do you care?” He braced his arm around his chair.
Diego smirked sarcastically, trying to get under his skin. “And here I thought we were becoming best buds.”
You tilted your head. If anything, Ben got to Diego before you could’ve said your piece. “No, I’m kinda with Ben here. Why are you in detective mode?” Widening your eyes, you inquired with both parts levity and earnest fascination. “Wait, did someone actually die?” You kept weaving that hypothetical scenario in your head.
“Nobody died, I think,” Lila threw in. After throwing a secondary glance at Diego, she affirmed stronger. “Nobody died. Don’t mind Diego,” Lila replied, soothingly stroking his shoulder. “He didn’t get much sleep last night. Didn’t you, love?” Lila articulated with a firm tone, intending to jog his memory.
“I told you, babe, this is important,” Diego retorted forcefully.
“And I’m telling you, you’re behaving like the weirdest guy ever. Now is not the time. Now, come on, let’s get moving before I change my mind.” She shook Diego’s shoulders from behind when he didn’t move a muscle. “Diego, I’m serious. Move your cute bum.”
With great reluctance, Diego finally relented. But not before sending you two a meaningful glance.
“What was that all about?” Ben asked almost boredly once the both of them walked away. Or more like Lila dragged your brother away. Ben sank his teeth into a cucumber with relish, emitting a delicious crunch as he stared after them.
“That’s Diego in detective mode for you. My theory with a whodunit still stands, you know?”
Ben hummed. “And what a tragedy it would be if someone didn’t wind up dead,” he said with a sardonic smirk.
You merely threw him a dry expression at Ben’s idea of a good time.
“So, you heard about that family meeting dad called in?” Ben inquired and continued speaking when he heard you sigh wearily. “You going to show up?”
There was something about Reginald calling in a meeting that felt like more of an emotional chore to pull through. Your eyes looked into the distance. “He probably has some sort of devil’s advocate favor to ask.”
Ben arched an intrigued brow. “So, you’d rather he influenced the rest of your family instead? Klaus doesn’t seem that opposed to gaining his favor.”
With your eyes narrowing, you saw right through him. “Don’t manipulate me.”
He shrugged without a care. “It’s not manipulation when you know it’s a manipulation.”
You tilted your head in consideration. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”
“Just saying, you don’t think there are a few other people who would join his side if given the chance?” Ben probed even further, “Maybe Allison or maybe even the dynamic duo we just had over?”
A gleam was shining in your eyes when you pursed your lips. “You do realize I was going to show up either way before you decided to confront me with your sales pitch, right?”
Ben lost all the fight in his body when he leaned back in his chair with a huffing exhale. “Why do I even bother with you?”
Five was the last to join the family meeting when Reginald and him entered the lobby. The younger Hargreeves was confronted with boisterous applause when he went across the carpet to sit on the armchair by the wall, sending you back to drunk Five during the wedding.
Klaus clapped his hands. “Woo! Five! Yeah!”
A sarcastic Diego agreed by mentioning, “That speech last night! Wow!”
Lila joined the spectacle. “Brought me to tears, you big softy.”
You sat between Ben and Klaus on the round mustard-colored sitting area when Ben impatiently covered his forehead at everyone’s antics.
Five waved a hand. “Okay. Enough. It was the booze talking. In the light of day, you’re all still deplorable.”
“And your day’s about to get worse,” Reginald added ominously. Your inquisitive eyes met him anchoring a thickly bound journal to his chest. “As a boy, I heard the legend of the eight bells. All these stories are the same. The village is under threat by flood, by fire, by a night that never ends. A shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave.”
Lila laid with her head in Diego’s lap. There was something in her eyes which told you she didn’t fully believe the tale yet.
“He tells them if they can ring the magic bells, the village will be saved and all will be restored just as it was. None of you can deny what’s going on around us. All of existence will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time, they left a way to put things back together if the universe ever faced total annihilation. There is a portal in the universe. I built this hotel around it, and on the other side is the answer.”
Luther voiced your inner thoughts. “And… we’re supposed to, what? Just stroll in there, ring some bells, and fix this shit?” Sloane leaned against him, seeking comfort while her hand slung around his arm.
“Sarcasm aside, you are mostly right. Except for the guardian.”
Viktor filled the tense silence. “What kind of guardian?”
With a calm voice, Diego explained, “Kinda guardian that does this. He had a sword.” He held up a hand which had two fingers missing.
Eyeing the missing appendages, you spoke dryly, “Sounds like the stakes are pretty low then. Not to mention very convenient.”
“It is a force to be reckoned with,” Reginald assured fervently.
Still, Viktor remained cautious by this reveal. “Why would the builders of this ‘back door’ need to have a guardian?”
Sloane raised a hand, speaking all too eagerly, “Ah! To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means.”
There was something about Reginald’s agenda which irked you to no end. Especially with some sort of guardian protecting this reset device. “Guess we’re gonna be the ones who will use it for nefarious means,” you retorted sarcastically.
If there was one thing you could trust about Reginald, it was that he couldn’t be trusted. So, you wondered what he wasn’t telling everyone since this whole story seemed way too convenient for already offering a way out of this mess.
It was obvious where Allison stood with all of this. “So it’s gonna take all of us to defeat the thing protecting the bells.”
Like he already made up his mind when he came to this gathering, Ben stood up and positioned himself next to Reginald. Despite the unwavering loyalty being drilled into him at a young and impressionable age, uncertainty still simmered under the surface. “I’m in.”
Diego followed. “Me too.” Lila winced when he left her side abruptly, making her jolt her head on the sofa.
Your eyes scrutinized Ben’s unhesitating willingness, especially with Diego joining the mix—all too willing to go all Batman again.
“Well, I say we vote,” Viktor offered diplomatically.
Ben glared at him. “This isn’t a democracy. Dad’s calling the shots.”
“I’m with Viktor,” Five agreed. “We vote.”
“The world is ending, and you want to count hands?” Reginald exclaimed in incredulity. With Ben silently agreeing with him who wanted this to get done as quickly as possible.
“You’re asking us to risk our lives,” Luther—ever the mediator among the family—threw in. “I think it’s only fair you give us time to discuss it. Privately.” After hearing Reginald make an indignant huff, he continued, “Why don’t we meet back here in an hour?”
After a tired sigh, Reginald brushed his hand against Ben’s shoulder as he passed him by.
“Agreed,” Five added.
You didn’t need the extra hour to make up your mind. You tasted the cold dessert in your mouth while your back leaned against the balcony on the roof top.
“So, it’s a portal, right?”
Ben sighed, digging with his spoon into the tub of ice cream between you. “Yes, it’s a portal from where I can summon eldritch monsters.”
“Then, if you had the choice what other monsters would you pull through your body?”
Ben groaned loudly at that. “You know, I didn’t have that in mind when you said we’d have some fun.”
“Come on, this is fun.” You giggled, waving your hand towards the sky. “These are some front row seats to the apocalypse. I’m trying to get to know you with these questions. Ergo, a fun time.” You pursed your lips. “I’m thinking probably a creature who has the skin of a snake, lots of eyes. Maybe some sort of Medusa, you know?”
Ben nodded indulgently. “Definitely.”
“It’s your turn.”
Ben exhaled. “Do we have to turn this into a game?”
“It’s called a two-way street. Otherwise, I would just be the one talking which I don’t mind—to a certain degree.”
“Of course.”
“This way you could divulge what interests you in return.”
“What is that called?”
“An interaction, you dork.” You chuckled, brushing your shoulder against his. “Can be anything. Favorite foods, cereal first or milk, favorite sibling.”
“How do you see the auras?”
You turned your head. “That’s your first question? You want to talk about powers?”
Ben shrugged his shoulders in justification, exclaiming, “You were the one who did this first. Besides, I already know who your favorite sibling is.”
“Wait, what?”
“So, let’s get back to power talk.” Ben continued when he heard you grumbling, “How do you see them? You keep mentioning clouds.”
You finally sighed, making up your mind. “Every person has some sort of smoky cloud following behind in a specific color. All those colors just have a different meaning.”
“What’s mine?”
“What do you think yours is?”
“Let me guess, anger?” Ben smirked, having speculated from all your conversations.
“And green.” You looked at him with a serene expression.
“What’s that?” He arched an eyebrow, smirking mockingly. “Hope?”
“It’s willpower.”
Ben averted his gaze before he hid his smile. “Oh wow, you really know how to build a guy up.” His dark eyes met yours again. “Have you seen yours?”
You could remember the handful of times you saw the familiar colors while passing reflections. “Yellow and violet. Fear and love.”
“Fear and love—” Ben quietly repeated to himself. “What’s that like?”
“Haven’t you ever loved something so much you were afraid you were going to lose it?”
There was hesitation in his eyes. “… Can’t say I have.”
You felt your mind wandering elsewhere as you leaned with your arms against the railing overseeing the lobby. The others had withdrawn for some peace and quiet to make their choices. It was barely half an hour left before the rest would have to reconvene.
Tensing your shoulders, you reared your head. Needing a moment for you to breathe mindfully again.
“Are you here for some peace and quiet?”
If there was one voice you didn’t expect to hear, it was Allison’s.
You didn’t bother turning your head, hoping that Allison could read your disposition that you weren’t good for company. At last, you murmured, “I thought some solitude might do the trick, but I guess that’s out of the window now.”
Her long suffering sigh could’ve bridged the distance. Allison was torn between staying or going before she seemed to make up her mind. She exhaled deeply and took her time in joining you at the banister. “Here we are … another day, another apocalypse. Who’d have thought we’d be here again, huh?”
You had already gone tired from any affectation. “Why are you here, Allison?”
A reminiscent smile tugged at her lips. “You know, there was never any bullshitting with you. No pretending. I kinda loved and hated that about you at the same time. That day at the Sparrow Academy, you saw me. For what I really was. When everything was out in the open, when the others saw what I did, I was … afraid that you would try to influence my emotions and then I was almost anticipating you to when you didn’t.”
Something akin to disappointment rose in you at this recurring notion.
“That’s not who I am. I won’t be subjected to being a painkiller you can just take when you can’t deal with something.” As soon as you said it, you remembered who you were talking to and that there was a 50/50 chance that she would misunderstand and think you meant the reset of her daughter and not anything in general.
Before you could clarify, Allison beat you to it. “I know that now.”
There was hesitance in your eyes when you chose your words carefully. “Why is it exactly you’re wanting to talk to me?”
“You’re probably one of the only people in this family who doesn’t want to kill me … yet.”
It still came out of left field that Allison said that out loud. Despite that you raised your eyebrows at the astute observation of your siblings. “Yet. With some exceptions.” With an exhale, you averted your gaze. “As much as I understand and feel what you’re going through, I can’t cross the line into your darkness.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Then tell me you’ll be satisfied—happy when all of this is said and done,” you implored.
“I don’t know. I hope so. This rage … it’s all I have left. I’m scared I would fall apart if I just let myself feel things.” With her eyes shining wistfully, Allison continued, “What do you see when you look at me? The truth, please.”
You didn’t need to look at the wisps of smoke to discern the black and red colors surrounding her like an ominous beacon. “Pain,” you inhaled, feeling your chest tightening. “… and rage.”
Allison’s laughter echoed with a choked voice. “True.” She sent you a cursory glance. “Isn’t it strange that with our powers being so similar, our paths still deviated?”
“Well, our powers don’t shape us. We are the ones who choose how we use them.”
“That’s a very black and white perception to have.”
“Only when you’re telling yourself it’s the power making you do bad stuff, instead of the other way around.”
Allison shook her head. Perhaps a part of her felt rattled that you didn’t take the bait and rather painted her in such a light that it was her own doing for becoming a cunning person for misusing her powers like that. “I just don’t get it. How you could remain untainted by all of this. You have no idea what it’s like having someone like you grow up beside us.”
“It’s not like you ever gave me a shot, did you?” You replied monotonously. “Found someone else to blame other than the obvious culprit?”
If it was possible, Allison’s huffing breath elevated her level of frustration even more. “I get it, I’ve been a shitty sister.” Her gaze wandered around in thought. “The thing is, we don’t have a lot of time. You always struck me as this sensible and sorta neutral person, so I guess, I wondered on which side you fell on?”
“The unsurprising one. You’ll find out like the others, don’t worry.”
Not satisfied by that answer, Allison clenched her jaw and licked her lips before she accepted your words with a small nod. Your gut was telling you that she intended to mentally join her side. Her back was already turned to yours when you threw one last shot.
“To answer your question, I never wanted to hurt people with my power. That’s the difference between us. So, either tell me, you know what you’re doing and that you’ll draw the consequences from your actions or promise you’ll find a way back to us.”
There was an added layer with the tension in her body when Allison stopped in her tracks.
“I promise.”
It was unsurprising how fast an hour could pass when time was of the essence. The moment of truth called as soon as the question was uttered whether the other side should be crossed. You sat between Viktor and the just married twosome of Luther and Sloane on the stairs, calmly waiting for Allison to finish her take.
“-which way I’ll be voting. We’ve all been through a lot. We’ve all lost people.” She sent an awkward glance towards Five who leaned against the illuminated pillar. “Mannequins… But their deaths have to mean something. Which is why I’ll be voting to go with Dad.”
Lila’s quiet muttering to Diego, “What she said,” wasn’t as muted as she wanted to believe when your eyes met the two over your shoulder. She hollered, pumping her fist while following Allison’s example when she sauntered to Reginald’s side. “Let’s go save the bloody universe!”
In turn, Diego moved away from the pillar and decisively walked towards the stairs with the rest of us. “All right, well, since she said yes, I vote stay. How’s that for nice?” Diego stared with defiance at Lila, offering a shallow smile.
“I am with Father.” Klaus spoke with a low dramatic voice. He waved his hand at the aforementioned man, with a flower in his palm.
Ben offered Reginald an indiscernible nod at Klaus’ reaction, making you frown.
Sighing at Allison’s gaze, Viktor spoke softly. “Look, I want to believe, okay? I really do.” He waved his hands. “I just can’t shake the feeling we don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into.”
The thunderclap echoing in the distance was a dire warning that time was a rare currency you didn’t have.
Allison crossed her arms, stubbornly refusing to accept his stance. “No, but we know what we’ve got if we don’t. We have to go into this together.” Her imploring stare switched over to the rest still sitting on the stairs. “Viktor.” She smiled softly. “A family.”
Viktor’s body language turned weary and incredulous. “You can’t just keep throwing the word ‘family’ around. It isn’t enough. I vote stay.”
Hugging Sloane from behind, Luther’s hands brushed against her shoulders, gazing at her from above. “Um… Sloane and I talked, and-”
Offering her silent support, Sloane covered his hand comfortingly.
“Well, we’re out,” Luther continued, “Look, we wanna spend whatever time we have left together, and not fighting some guy with a sword and ringing bells and stuff. So…”
“Four in, four out,” Viktor summarized.
“I saw the future, and it told me to sit this one out. I vote stay.” Five arched an eyebrow at Reginald. “It’s time we accept our fate.” Slowly, his head swiveled around until his green eyes met yours. “The moment of truth,” he mumbled as encouragement.
Absentmindedly, you licked your lips in consideration. “We jump from one apocalypse to the next. Maybe I’m tired of jumping into the next one.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe this is supposed to happen, who knows? I’d rather we choose to live or die on our own terms than face something we aren’t prepared for. So, I’d rather stay.”
“This is insane,” Ben exclaimed, waving a hand. “So, you’d rather give up than to even try fighting?”
“Sounds like a great idea—confronting an enemy we know nothing about except it can chop off digits. Sounds like someone to be reasoned with.”
Ben shook his head with a grimace. “You didn’t strike me as a little scaredy-cat. There’s something called strength in numbers, you know?”
His adamancy in trying to change your mind made you frown. “You actually expected me to go pro-Reginald? In what world?”
“Maybe I expected more from you,” Ben hissed in a whisper.
The others revealed a mildly astonished expression at Ben’s reaction to your line in the sand, throwing each other furtive glances.
Diego crossed his arms, wasting no time in standing close to you. “Dude, she said no.”
Ben pointed at Diego as his shoulders tensed from the protective gesture, itching to go toe-to-toe with him. “Don’t call me ‘dude’.”
“I reckon this is final then.” This time it was Reginald who spoke up ever since you offered your perspective.
Once the word final was uttered, Allison scoffed. “You’re all pathetic,” she said, strutting away.
“Why can’t we go in there, just the four of us?” Ben pressed quietly on the subject.
“That would mean certain failure. There must be eight.” Reginald answered. He faced the others in one last speech. “Children, I can’t say I’m happy with this. But I see now the blame falls on me. I failed you when you were young, and I have failed you now. And in doing so, I have doomed the entire universe. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the courtyard… awaiting the end.” With that, it was almost with a pitiful air in which he walked away.
Ben’s hard glare haunted you when he followed his father’s example. “Idiots.”
“Was that a real apology?” Viktor inquired in uncertainty.
Luther remained steadfast, no matter what. “The man’s never apologized for anything in his life.”
With his arms laced together over his abdomen, Diego admitted quietly, “I actually feel bad for him.”
Hearing him offer sympathy compelled you to send him an admonishing, but weary glance. “Don’t.”
Five reinforced the notion. “Don’t worry. It’ll pass.”
The elevator let out an ominous ding with its arrival from your side while you were unlocking your room when something else caught your attention.
“Oh, great work out there.”
Enormous dread made your body freeze, as much as those words of utter sarcasm were to be anticipated. Ben wasn’t the type to just take it without complaining the whole way through. Dropping your head with a sigh, you already let yourself in. Expecting him to barge in anyways.
Not bothering to close the door, Ben started with his rant. “I especially liked the part when you admitted to just accept fate and-” He dramatically spreads his hands in a final gesture, “just give up. Very moving stuff.”
You exhaled heavily, turning around until you were facing him. “What do you want from me, Ben?”
“I want you to give a shit. We had this one shot to come together and face whatever there was on the other side.” Choosing to dip the knife deeper, Ben smirked darkly. “But instead, you decided to blow it.”
“Wait.” You tilted your head when you brought to mind the last few hours. Allison doing her little shtick was one thing but… “You actually—A part of you expected me to go a different route. That’s what you were trying to do before. By going for an Allison maneuver?”
“First, thanks for the compliment. Being compared to the schemer of your family? Not exactly the insult you think it is. Second, I just can’t believe you’d willingly waste the rest of your given time before the apocalypse. Truth be told, I thought you’d pick the smarter choice. Guess I pegged you wrong.”
Your skin started to heat up. The first petals started to fall from the flowers in the vase on the windowsill. A few breaths in and out later, you shook your head.
“Because I don’t see it like you? Because I don’t trust your father? Because I don’t want anyone to die just for his whims?”
Ben’s eyes were blazing with fervor. “He’s been training us for this our whole lives. It has to mean something. This didn’t just fall into my lap. I was chosen for this. To be a Sparrow.”
You chose to confess what was on your mind, as much as it pained you. “You’re breaking my heart. To willingly offer your loyalty to someone who will always have conditions bound to that. You want Reginald to see you?”
You shook your head. “He won’t. As much as it takes me no pleasure to say this, but … he won’t accept you as his equal. No one could ever measure up. Your Dad sees himself far too superior for everyone else. That man follows his own agenda.”
“You think you’re so damn smart, don’t you?” Ben harbored a narcissistic expression. His arrogance and destructive second nature felt like a familiar sting. “Your family is the reason we’re in this mess in the first place. You think I’m just going to accept it when all of you are just wreaking havoc regardless of the consequences? At least our father is actually trying to fix this.”
“I’m just saying, you need to take a step back and listen to your gut instinct.” Your hands hovered in front of you, almost close to touching him. “Reginald does not deserve your undying loyalty when it’s not even warranted. In every universe so far, he doesn’t care about anything other than achieving his own goals. Do you think he would actually lay down his life for you or for Sloane? You deserve more than this. I care about you, Ben. Your sister cares about what happens to you. That has to mean something.”
With his eyes softening, it felt like Ben would step closer. For a few seconds you thought you got to him. Until he clenched his jaw.
“You’re so pathetic,” Ben hissed, shaking his head in derision. “For thinking your opinion matters to me.” His face hardened. “You’re the damn replacement. You probably wouldn’t have been even able to save your Ben, if you had the chance. So why don’t you lie down like a good little corpse and wait for the Kugelblitz to take you. See if I care.”
the empath and the eldritch horror (3/5) - sparrow!ben x empath!reader
Summary: This was truly the end of the world. Both families chose to band together to get rid of the ball of lightning in the basement. Allison is showing her true colors, affecting Eight. And Ben is trying his hand at pep talks.
Word count: 6.8k (*cough* don't look at me)
Warning: language, angst, Eight's mental health (or powers?), violence, Eight's self-esteem, mention of smut, mention of drugs, Eight has a very specific tattoo
Author's note: This is the chapter I was most looking forward to 🎉🤗 If you know the gif, you'll know which episode this is set in. The last chapter will be then after the wedding shenanigans.
Full disclosure, when I first watched this season so many years ago, I felt like so many others, truly angry at Allison. It's why I didn't want to do a re-watch, but now I have a more balanced approach. Not to mention, yes, Eight is deeply affected by Viktor and Allison, but ... at the same time, she gets it in a way, so she's more neutral about it. I think the next chapter delves deeper into that.
This chapter is so long because I included the whole episode (almost) from start to finish. You're welcome. 😘
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The absolute impossible happened. Who knew that both Hargreeves families could get over their petty squabbles and band together to defeat a common foe? This time around they chose to acknowledge that the Kugelblitz signaled a more pressing matter in spite of the egos of some people itching to kill the others.
Ben followed after Fei by sauntering into the sitting room as soon as some of your siblings had arrived to start off the family meeting and to deal with the next cataclysmic event.
Ben frowned impatiently at Fei’s inquiry about Diego’s hand—it was probably half curiosity and half a morbid way of making friends by feigning interest. “We don’t have time for idle chitchat. Everyone, sit down.”
Diego decided to be his typical brotherly self. “Please would be nice.”
His partner in crime (as you lovingly called her in your head) called Lila chuckled at his antics.
Ben barely turned his head in his direction when he uttered with a serious, “No.” With a frown, he tilted his head, scrutinizing the guests with a subtle glimpse. “Where’s the Empath?”
Casting his suspicious gaze onto Ben, Diego narrowed his eyes at this fascination. Maybe this was the overprotective brother in him who didn’t like the idea of this version of Ben being mesmerized by you—for whatever nefarious motives. Since he didn’t want to imagine anything else going on there.
Stretching his arm against his thigh as he leaned forward, Diego demanded with an accusatory voice, “Why do you care?”
Ben waved a hand, smirking widely to get under his skin. “Maybe I’d rather appreciate the presence of the sensitive sibling rather than the knife guy bashing his head through the fucking wall.”
“You little-” Diego hissed.
This was the moment when you arrived at the Academy. “I heard someone requested my being here,” you sang, hoping to de-escalate any frictions with your arrival.
The tension in Ben’s shoulders dissolved. You reminded yourself to appear as easy-going as possible when you passed Ben. Trying to disregard the intense gaze he sent you over your shoulder. You picked the seat in the middle of the couch, between Diego and Five, just in case Diego and Ben decided to butt heads.
Mildly curious, Diego grumbled, “How can you even stand the guy?” while waving a hand in Ben’s general direction as a gesture of irritation.
This was just your idea of a good time. To be subjected to being the woman in the middle trying to mediate between two pig-headed guys.
You sat down with a sigh, sending Ben a teasing expression. “Sometimes he reminds me of you.”
Their reaction was instantaneous.
Ben’s face contorted into a grimace. “Don’t insult me.”
Simultaneously, Diego added, “Not funny.”
Fei and Lila’s chuckles eased the tension in the room. But this appeared short-lived.
“Are we done now with the little stand-up show? Can we get on with it?” This time, Ben branded you with his dark stare.
You exhaled heavily, choosing to grant Ben this small amount of silence and Luther the opportunity to say his part, due to him bringing everyone together. The absence of Klaus and Viktor was starting to concern you. It was the not knowing part which bothered you, especially since there was this specific tradition in this family to not tell anyone anything. So, the chances of being absorbed by the Kugelblitz or being kidnapped were equally high. Or they just didn’t care to show up.
As soon as your gaze wandered around the room, the darkness emanated from Allison like a cloud, prompting you to slowly turn your head. Wisps of dark smoke encircled her being more and more by every second.
When Allison’s gaze almost found you reluctantly, you mouthed, “You good?”
The coldness in her eyes froze you in place, when she muttered, “Never better.”
Luther distracted you from your anxious mind when he stood up to face the families. “So, uh…” He cleared his throat. “This is kinda nice, right? All of us here together. One big happy family.” Luther chuckled before he bent down towards Sloane who was sitting in a chair across from you. “I feel like I’m sweaty. Am I sweating?”
“No, you’re fine.” Sloane whispered back reassuringly.
“Look, I know there’s been bad blood between us,” Ben admitted with a carefree voice, like everything which transpired between the families was just water under the bridge already. “Whatever. Bygones, right?”
Faking a smile to speed up the process, Ben pointed at Diego as soon as he raised his hand. “Question?”
“Yeah, if I kill you, do we get our Ben back?” He said, prompting Fei to snicker in jest.
You sighed, leaning back against the back of the couch. Diego must have sensed the grim expressions on Ben’s face and yours when he added, “Hypothetically.”
“Guys,” you admonished your brother. You felt the itch in your fingers before you finally relented and nervously nibbled on of the snacks which was laid out on the table like a small peace offering or a more strategic distraction. Knowing you would need the food to get you through the rest of the meeting.
“Keep talking, and your hand won’t be the only thing bleeding,” Ben hissed through gritted teeth.
“Okay, if the testosterone twins are done,” Five interrupted before a fight could fully break out between the Twos, “I’d like to get back to a plan.”
The sudden appearance of Viktor was a welcome distraction. But that was before you detected the yellow tendrils of fear wafting around him. Viktor rushed in, demanding answers while alternating his gaze between Allison and Ben. “Where is he? What did you do to Harlan?”
Ben had the good instinct to sneakily take a seat between Five and you. You were grateful that you functioned as a buffer next to Diego. He picked up the tub of cheese balls from the table and placed it in his lap, watching (and relishing) in rapt fascination the drama unfolding. You felt an altercation between Allison and Viktor about to boil over, not knowing whether to step in or letting it play out. Judging by Allison’s pain, you felt concerned if it could be contained for long.
“They didn’t do anything. I did. I killed Harlan,” Allison stated without emotion in her voice.
You knew better though. Allison’s eyes told you how this deplorable action wasn’t as easy for her as she wanted to let on.
The longer you remained in their vicinity—especially when Viktor was added to the mix—an almost deafening sensation grew in your ears. You tried to keep your emotions in check, afraid of what would happen if you would let it erupt. Sometimes you hated being this vessel of empathy. Like you were just along for the ride or were some sort of empty glass while the emotions of others filled you with water, making it a part of you. Leaving you to yourself while you tried to stop it from overspilling.
Sensing the overflowing feelings of rage and vindication from Allison’s side and the pain and grief on both sides, you experienced their conflict at parts like some sort of tunnel vision.
“Because he didn’t deserve to live,” Alison avowed, expecting it to be a given.
Uncomfortable silence prevailed the longer Allison and Viktor remained in their stalemate.
You tried to get your breathing under control and focused on anything else than the clashing of ideologies. Needing to distract yourself, you tried to hone in on Ben’s mischief taking over.
“Twenty bucks on the little one,” Ben whispered to Five before munching on his snack.
“I’ll take that action,” Five agreed quietly.
“I know Harlan killed all of our mothers.” Allison’s statement pulled you back after only listening to their voices halfheartedly.
Your siblings erupted into shocked reactions at that turn of events. “What?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” Viktor attempted to appease the rest of his family, despite Five and Diego’s vexation slowly taking over. “He—I knew him. And he was sweet and kind until I made him like us. Okay? So, I screwed him up. And if you need someone to blame, I’m right here-”
Yet, Allison didn’t care for any redemption of Viktor. She turned confrontational while she was burning for a fight. “What makes you think I don’t?”
Your eyes widened anxiously at Allison’s aura shifting into a mixture of a darker red and almost black.
“This wasn’t about saving the world. This was about hurting me. Payback for-” Viktor grunted lowly.
Gingerly, yet menacingly, Allison moved to her feet. “Go on. Say her name.”
With your eyes closed, you clenched your hands into fists. “Can we please stop?” You mumbled quietly. The provoking words of your siblings echoed shallowly while your breathing was turning heavy.
Ben shifted his head in your direction at the shift of your breathing pattern. The tunnel vision was still happening when you felt Ben’s hand covering the edge of your back, but thankfully without touching the sliver of skin. Just letting his hand linger in place. His warmth was perhaps one of the only things keeping you centered in the moment without going insane. Or at least without releasing an exaggerated amount of energy to protect yourself.
“To what? Help me grieve? God, this whole family is so quick to tell me to suck up my pain and so worried about fixing yours! Somebody had to pay because you never seem to. Destroy the world, kill Pogo, almost kill me, and for what? So we can all run around and clean up your mess? I’m sick of it.”
You could feel Diego’s concerned gaze dwell on you. “Take it easy, Allison,” Five interjected.
“This isn’t helping,” Diego added, knowing that Allison wasn’t exactly known for respecting the boundaries of others when she felt attacked as a person.
Ben shushing at both siblings, and anyone who were trying to get between Allison and her thirst for vengeance, reminded you he was still being an asshole. Even if he was being nice when no one was looking.
You sighed, rejecting his offered touch by leaning forward. Ben’s grumpiness was more than obvious. If you didn’t already sense it growing in him, then it was the small grumbling noise he made while leaning back.
As soon as Viktor tried to say his part, Allison yelled, “Shut your mouth!”
From across the room, you felt Viktor choking from Allison’s power upgrade. But this didn’t end there when Allison kept screaming, “Every time I build a new life for myself, you end the world and take it from me!”
Feeling angry for Viktor’s sake, Luther jumped into action. “All right, that’s it. Knock off the power shit, Allison. It’s not okay!”
The gratification grew around her when Allison delivered one last blow. “We should have left you in the basement.”
The unrest of your siblings broke out when she crossed the line. Diego jumped up from the couch with the others, commanding resolutely, “Whoa! Allison, all right!”
Viktor finally had enough when he slapped her in the face with the back of his hand. After being asked about her well-being, Allison assured them, “I’m fine. Let’s continue.”
You wished it was that simple.
With his footsteps departing, Viktor shook off his hand with rage.
“Sweet. You guys fight just like us,” Ben commented with a smug grin on his face.
There was sadness and disappointment in Diego’s voice when he elaborated, “Nah, man. We don’t fight like this.”
Once the air felt clearer with the absence of Viktor—or at least without a face for Allison to get mad at—you managed to breathe normally again. Your body still felt shaky when you stood up, needing a moment to come to your senses again.
Luther seemed to have read your intentions correctly, when he said, “Hey, Y/N, where-”
Blinking wearily, you murmured hoarsely, “I need a moment. I think everyone could use a bit of a break,” before walking around the couch.
Unfortunately, that meant crossing the path of Allison who eyed you with apprehension. As much as you wanted to avoid the confrontation. Allison’s arms were crossed when she faced you.
She smirked crookedly, tilting her head. “Have you decided to manipulate my emotions? Take my anger away?”
You felt too tired for any sort of conflict to arise again. As much as there was a lot unsaid between you two. Unlike her, you didn’t believe in manipulating other people.
Inhaling deeply, you gathered your strength. Truth be told, you had no intention of hurting her. With that in mind, you still couldn’t stop the pain from showing on your face. “I thought you knew I don’t force myself onto others,” you said almost in disappointment before leaving the sitting room and any of that lingering darkness behind. It felt way too obvious when the air you breathed seemed cleaner, less of a struggle.
You barely walked a few steps down the hallway when you heard slow footsteps follow behind.
“Where are you going?” The voice of Ben inquired expectantly behind you.
You sighed before you slowly turned around to face him. “I need some fresh air. Going up to the roof.” You smiled sarcastically. “Sorry I can’t enjoy the show.”
Ben looked over his shoulder to keep track of where the others were. The glittering in his eyes revealed his intentions before he even spoke. “You want to see my room?” Ben’s idea of flirting entailed him placing his hands in his pockets and letting the muscles in his arms flex.
As much as his concept of fun would serve as a nice distraction, you still couldn’t help the little awkward smile on your face. “You think the air’s better there?”
The earnestness in Ben’s eyes couldn’t fully diminish the mischief he had in mind when his eyes wandered up the stairs. “Well, it’s definitely secluded. No one’s going to bother you there.” His suggestion turned into something more teasing. “You could see how it looks in broad daylight.”
Leave it to Ben to try to cheer you up while the situation was so dire.
You chuckled. “Sure. No ulterior motives at all.”
Ben covered his chest in mock hurt. “Moi? What do you think of me? I’m just a nice guy who’s offering his private quarters as a small sanctuary for you.”
You nodded, pursing your lips. Remembering how he could stir some trouble when it was fun for him before choosing to go in a completely different direction when it suited him. “Sure, nice guy.” You braced your hands against your waist. “Would you also give that offer to Diego?”
Ben’s face remained blank. “Right. Are we talking about the guy with the stupid hat or with his knife kink?” When you didn’t rise to the bait, he continued, “Don’t worry, I don’t care about their names. My hospitality does have its limits after all. Besides, you’re one of the few people I don’t mind being up there. You know, maybe I could help you take your mind off of things.” Ben offered, stroking your arm through your clothing.
It was with reluctance when you pulled away. “As much as a distraction would be appreciated, I need to be alone right now. Unless you still want that anxiety attack while being around me.”
Nonetheless, the reminder made him smirk. “Promises, promises.”
“Whatever you guys decide, I’m all for. Clearly you don’t need me for it.”
You still had your eyes closed when you heard the door on the rooftop slide shut. With your hands on your stomach, you were lying down on the cornice and enjoying some peace and quiet. The sensation of the familiar aura reached you, instantly letting you know who it was that joined you.
You breathed in deeply, thrumming your fingers against your abdomen. “I wasn’t aware that I gave off the impression that I wanted company?”
“I was being more than generous by waiting five minutes before coming out here,” Ben hissed, like it went without saying that he would show up.
You smiled serenely. “What a gentleman,” you whispered teasingly. Ben seemed to be in one of his moods. Judging by that, you surmised he met another of your siblings or one of his own who soured his attitude.
The auditory perception of a city burning from the assimilation of the Kugelblitz rang in the distance. The only thing out of place in this universe. With you lying on the cornice it felt like the good ol’ times … if you tried to ignore the abuse and trauma being inflicted on by Reginald.
Ben placed his arms next to your head and leaned his body against the waist-high parapet, exhaling loudly.
You cleared your throat, deciding to take his bait. “Something on your mind?”
Ben didn’t need more prompting when he just as quickly replied, “You know, your emo brother is really something else. I mean, being stubborn just to stick it to someone or because they didn’t get an apology? Talk about pathetic and spiteful.”
So, it was frustrated Ben who needed to vent.
You sent him a small smile, watching him upside-down. Or more like to the side. “Yes, because you could never be spiteful.”
Ben waved a hand in vehement agreement. Humor was shining in his eyes when he smiled. “Exactly. You really get me.”
He eyed the bricks in the low wall. “Sloane, Lila and Christopher are going to work together to contain it. Viktor, as well, if he finally gets off his butt.”
“That’s good.” You blinked at him, feeling like he was reluctant to tell something else. Which didn’t feel like Ben.
“I came here because I told the others they would need your help in beating this thing.”
Astonishment filled your belly with uncomfortable heat. The blood rushed to your head despite you slowly sitting up. Your feet dangled at the sides of the wall. “Why would you do that?” You said with a husky voice.
“You have all these abilities at your fingertips, you just won’t use them.”
You shrugged your shoulders, surprised by Ben’s insistence. At feeling enraged on your behalf. Especially since he only knew you less than a week. “I’m just an Empath. I can’t control stuff which … probably isn’t even human.”
“You’re not—you’re not just one thing. Do you even see what you’re capable of? I’ve seen it. I mean, converting energy? Projecting illusions? And you’re supposed to be Number Eight? What the hell?”
“The numbers don’t really mean anything. I mean, Viktor is like Number Seven.” Even you could hear that your arguments sounded feeble. After so many times of being told to be one thing by Reginald Hargreeves, it felt like second nature to tell Ben you weren’t what he said you were. It felt surreal to have someone other than Diego in your corner claiming you were more than you wanted to acknowledge.
Ben shook his head. “In another universe, you could’ve been a Sparrow. I mean, what just happened in there?” He pointed back to the Academy. “You could’ve influenced everyone in there and be done with this shit.”
“That’s not me. I do that to people who hurt us. Not my own family.”
“No, that’s not it. You know what I think? You’re just so scared to show your true potential. Show them what you can do. I’ve seen you. If you were able to blast me away by creating a shield of kinetic energy, you should be able to hold something else in place.”
You narrowed your eyes at Ben’s advocacy on your behalf, feeling overwhelmed by his mere presence. “Why are you so adamant in analyzing all of my powers? Is this your plan to recruit me? You already gained Luther. What else do you want?”
“I’m trying to help you. You could be so much more than just the girl who feels stuff around her,” Ben said with utter passion in his voice, making the veins in his neck protrude.
“Wow, I’m being psychoanalyzed by you because I’d rather not take care of a ball of lightning? So, tell me, what else am I supposed to be afraid of?” Yes, you were being defensive, but maybe a small part of you actually wanted to hear someone state objectively—more or less—that you could hold your own to someone like Allison or Viktor.
Well, Viktor was kind of a big deal. You favored the possible outcome of at least standing firm against him for about five minutes or without instantly dying.
“You’re terrified of losing them. How they would react to the magnitude of your true self. You think everyone is like Dad. But they’re not. Screw everyone else if they are.”
Wow, resilient Ben was something else. Especially if he defied—at least mentally—someone like his father. Knowing it would be a long time coming before he would actually turn away from him.
You remained silent, trying to process his analysis before you finally found your voice again. “Did you give Viktor the same pep talk when you tried to rouse his participation?”
Ben smirked at the memory. “You know I can be very inspiring.” He sighed heavily, offering his hand. As if it took a lot out of him to even provide the gesture. “Come on.”
Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. After some hesitation, you exhaled and reached forward until you felt the warmth of his hand. Trying to pretend you didn’t sense Ben’s respect for you once you touched his bare skin. He helped you down from the cornice.
You sighed, knowing that time was of the essence. “Let’s just do this.”
As soon as Ben and you headed down to the basement, you noticed how both families were already gathered.
Five turned around, with his arms crossed. “Nice of you to join us. Wouldn’t have been the same without you.”
Diego wearily rolled his eyes. “Five’s just being Five. He didn’t have his coffee yet. We could use your magic touch, you know.”
Truth be told, Five always felt like a dark horse to you. And someone who behaved like an old man when he finally blinked back. Sometimes you just wished that you could actually get to know him. Not just the stories of legendary status about the outlier of the family who first defied Reginald. It felt like this was the only thing keeping you from truly becoming a part of this family. As much as you yearned to be. Running from one apocalypse to the next didn’t make you feel like Five even had the time to get to know the newest member of the family.
“You okay, kid?” Diego asked quietly, appraising your eyes for any mental harm shining through.
You nodded calmly to cease him from worrying too much. Something else caught your eye though. With wariness you scrutinized the Kugelblitz in the center of the basement. “So, that’s the thing, huh?”
Fei stepped forward. “If you mean the entity which is responsible for the collapse of micro black holes absorbing everything around it, then yes.”
“And absorbing billions of people so far. I don’t think we have a lot of time,” you said anxiously.
“No time like the present then.” Ben clapped his hands once, ready to get rid of the universal threat for good.
“Okay, how do we start?” Viktor inquired with a curious mindset.
Sloane did the honors of explaining. “Have you ever moved a nest of bees? You can’t just pick it up. You have to keep the nest calm while you build a box around it, and then you trap it.” Her eyes met yours. “Ben said you could contain it. Keep your shield over mine.”
You merely nodded in understanding.
“One of those black holes inside is vibrating at a different rate,” Fei continued.
“I can feel them.” Viktor nodded.
“Good. Whatever happens, don’t let them speed up or change, or everything will blow.”
“Don’t shake the bees. Got it,” Viktor replied to Fei.
He started it off by becoming paler and controlling the vibration frequency, with Lila mimicking his actions. As soon as Sloane used her gravitational powers to condense it, you pushed forth a telekinetic shield from within to keep the entity contained.
Grace’s voice spoke faintly from the stairs. “You didn’t tell me you were building a prison for God.”
“Mom?” Diego asked confusedly.
“The day of vengeance was in my heart and my year of redemption hath come,” she said ominously before pointing a flamethrower towards anyone standing in her way.
You kept one hand focused on the ball of lightning while stretching out your other arm, using an encircling shield to keep them safe. Inadvertently, the flames started to lick Grace’s skin. “Does anyone mind? Not good at multitasking here,” you said while keeping your eyes set on this universe destroyer.
Five had the good sense to blink her away before Diego would have to take care of his surrogate mother himself.
The moment when everything was calm again, Christopher disintegrated into smaller cube pieces, containing the Kugelblitz. You watched in suspense, feeling Ben move closer to you.
Sloane held Luther’s hand. “Next Kugelwave in three, two, one.”
Everyone held their breath. Counting the seconds after the destruction was supposed to take place. Almost like you expected something wrong to happen.
You were studying Christopher when the sentient box released a fart.
Exhaling a breath of relief, you looked at the others while chuckling.
You could swear you even heard him utter audible sounds which sounded close to, “Oh, was that me?”
The Sparrows certainly knew how to party and have a good time. Once the Kugelblitz had been dealt with, Sparrows and Umbrellas alike danced and drank together. Diego was a good sport by cutting off the top of champagne bottles with a katana before Ben poured the alcohol into the flutes of any willing participants.
You had the perfect view from the couch while Ben was getting sloshed and kept on filling Five’s champagne glass. It was actually hilarious to witness.
Diego was having fun dancing while balancing the longsword and jostling Ben from behind every time he tried drinking straight from the bottle.
You eyed the approaching company joining your lonesome self.
“Is someone having fun?” Fei asked with a smile.
You lifted your glass for show. “Already did. This is me relaxing and enjoying myself.”
“I saw that. You and Sloane seem close.”
You narrowed your eyes, remembering you dancing with Luther, Diego and Sloane at times. Your relationship to the Sparrows was slightly less tense than you were used to. But due to the power struggles within that family and maybe some hesitation in your own family, you still decided to keep your distance from Ben.
Despite the dark-eyed stares he was sending you from across the room. You remembered the few times when he leaned his body against your back while playfully filling up your glass when it was starting to empty. Ben’s body language was more than obvious that he wouldn’t mind a few dances with you. But you also knew he would never do that, especially with his family members watching.
“Well, of course, she’s a sweetheart. Not to mention, Luther’s lady love.”
Fei hummed. “So, you like solitude, huh?”
“Sometimes. Keeps me calm.”
“Well, Allison just left, so your mood should definitely increase by not feeling her presence.”
You shrugged. “As long as Viktor and Allison are not in the same vicinity, sure.”
“That was some good work you did in the basement. It really makes me wonder though … the fact that your family didn’t advocate your skills in the first place. I mean, why would my brother throw your hat in the ring? He seemed really certain … that you would deliver.”
Fei’s suspicious mind being disguised as interest didn’t put you at ease. “What do you mean? He just wanted this entity out of his basement. The sooner, the better. Now he has one less thing to worry about.”
“Just curious about his involvement, that’s all.” Fei braced her arm against the backrest of the sofa and leaned closer in a secretive manner. Giving off an impression which bordered on threatening and being your best friend. “Sounds very altruistic. The problem with that is, Ben isn’t the selfless kind, he always has something else in mind. I mean, he mentions your name and instead of sending one of your brothers, he’s getting you himself? Sounds interesting, don’t you think?”
Your eyes caught Ben who was already staring at you and Fei with a frown. You gazed speculatively at Fei again. “Is there still some internal power struggle I should know about?”
Fei threw her head back to cackle, like you had said the most entertaining thing ever. “Isn’t there always?”
You bit your lower lip and stood up. “Why the curiosity?”
Fei remained seated when she looked up at you. “Someone has to keep their guard up. I’d hate for you to turn into my enemy,” she said monotonously, so matter-of-factly.
“Ditto.” You checked your surroundings to watch out for the remaining guests. Noticing how Lila just followed after a departing Diego. Maybe it was time to slowly hit the road while things were somewhat amicable. “You know what? I think I’m going to hit the kitchen if that’s okay. I need to get some food into me.”
She waved a hand to indicate her consent. “You do that.”
~ Ben POV ~
The moment when you left the room, Ben was certain something had happened. The strange look you sent him before was the first clue that something was off. He grabbed Fei’s arm when she was about to cross the room. “What did you do, Fei?”
She smiled innocently. “Do? I didn’t do anything. Just had a little chat with your Empath.”
Fei calling you by that nickname left an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Ben spoke through gritted teeth, “About what?”
She tilted her head to stare straight at him. “You, of course. You’re quite fascinated with her, aren’t you?”
Ben let out a scoff before smirking. “So, you can’t see it? What she’s capable of? Someone who can control the feelings of others? Unlike you, I see the big picture. Proves why you’re not Number One, huh?” He turned his head, knowing that the party was winding down. “You’re saying she left already?”
Fei crossed her arms and enunciated, “Your little Empath was just hungry.”
Absentmindedly, you appreciated the cold taste of Rocky Road in your mouth while sitting at the kitchen table.
“So, this is your idea of celebrating?”
Not realizing you were being watched since you were so distracted from your wayward thoughts, you looked up to see Ben leaning against the doorjamb. “This is me eating my fill.” You let your scoop-filled spoon hover in the air and smiled giddily. You glanced down, taking out another spoonful. “You know, since I’m having a taste of you.”
Ben tilted his head, huffing with small laughter. “Sounds hot.”
You rolled your eyes at that dirty mind of his and moaned, letting the frozen dessert melt in your mouth. “Not like that. You guys even have an ice cream brand and actually keep that stuff here.”
“Right.” With that, he stepped forward into the kitchen.
“I mean, it’s alright. Probably way too overpriced.” Your enthusiasm awakened and you turned your head to look at Ben. “Wait, does Christopher have a flavor?”
“Birthday cake.”
“Huh, not what I expected. Weirdly fits,” you muttered under your breath and shook your head to clear your head. “Anyway, just decided to have something to eat, otherwise I would just fall asleep. Fei said it was okay.”
Ben wandered to the cupboards, opening and shutting drawers. “There is still a bed, you know. Still hasn’t changed.”
You chuckled, pointing with your thumb behind you without looking. “Behind me.”
He pulled out a spoon and arrogantly waved it around. “Right, I knew that.”
You nodded, pursing your lips at his make-believe. “Sure you did.”
Ben got himself a taste after sitting on the bar stool diagonally across from you.
You slid the tub closer to the middle of the wooden table. “Besides, don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He didn’t seem to agree when he frowned in confusion. “Why is that?”
You laughed, like it should’ve been obvious. “Because of your sister? She probably has her crow spies everywhere. Especially after today.”
Ben chuckled to himself and widened his eyes sarcastically. “Wow, get over yourself, you’re not that special. Was just offering a bed. Purely platonic.”
“Don’t be such an asshole.”
“Told you, I’m nice guy Ben.”
His statement made you observe him silently and place your fist under your chin. “Sure you are.”
“I heard the two of you had a conversation. What did Fei want to talk about?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not getting in the middle of whatever it is the two of you are playing.”
“Can’t change the nature of people.” Ben licked the cold treat from his lips. “Still didn’t answer the question. What made you want to flee for the kitchen?”
Sarcasm made your eyes light up. “A healthy appetite.”
“If you say so.”
“Not going to divulge more, in case you want to further examine the details of my powers into your Eight dossier.” Sometimes you had to catch yourself from saying more. Since you had been seconds away from straight-out telling him that overexerting yourself just made you hungry in general. And if it was a good enough excuse to evade Ben’s sister, then so be it.
Narrowing his eyes in incredulity, Ben felt disgruntled for your sake. “Is that such a bad thing wanting you to expand your powers?”
“Not if it’s just your intent to gain some sort of upper hand.”
Ben’s eyes darkened seductively when he pointed his spoon at you. “You’re saying I still can’t persuade you just a little bit to join our little ragtag group of Sparrows?”
You leaned your body forward mischievously. “Are you saying I can’t appeal to you to join our band of misfits instead?”
Ben scoffed loudly, straightening up in his seat. “Hard pass.”
A self-assured expression lingered on your face when you spoke with a dry tone. “Right. Who knew our families could work together after all?”
“Oh please, only a few of them are bearable.”
With warmth in your cheeks, you felt yourself gush, “Look at you making friends. I’m so proud of you.”
Ben smirked mockingly. “You’re hilarious.”
Your mind went back to the party, remembering the unusual side of Ben just having fun. “Were you trying to get Five drunk?”
Ben chuckled. “Someone’s got to keep the old man in line.”
“Priorities, hmm?” You sighed, looking outside the window above the sink and noticing how dark it already was. “Anyway, I have to go. You know, not to overstay our welcome. Thanks for the dessert.” You closed the lid of the tub and jumped down from your seat.
He smiled sardonically. “I wish I could say ‘Anytime’, but, you know, still got a reputation to uphold.” Ben copied your stance, staring directly at you under the dim lighting.
Willing to play his little charade, you smiled softly. “Of course you do,” you retorted, wordlessly taking the spoons and placing them in the sink. You heard Ben stash the ice cream back into the freezer before he closed the refrigerator with a dull thud. You could feel your skin getting warmer the longer he was watching you intently.
You tilted your head in concentration and felt your eyes light up when Ben’s emotional state came in waves towards you. “Why the curiosity?” You turned around until you were gazing at Ben.
With a rough and quiet voice, he twirled his finger while muttering, “Turn back around.”
Pursing your lips with a humming sound, you followed his request and looked through the window which oversaw the courtyard. “You don’t expect me to tell you where the knives are, do you?”
Ben snorted at your imagination. “You think this is an elaborate ploy to stab you to death?”
“I don’t know, Brutus. Could be an interesting endgame.”
“Then tell me, what do you feel right now?”
You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply to center yourself. “Your playfulness, your curiosity.” You opened your eyes again when something else reached you. “Oh wow, you can’t wait to touch me, huh?”
Exasperation was added to the mix when he stepped closer. Ben exhaled heavily before you could feel his presence behind you. His warm breath tickled the back of your neck and his fingers danced around the nape of your neck, gently brushing your hair to the side.
“Are those goosebumps?” Ben purred.
You chuckled, watching Ben’s reflection through the window. “To spare your ego, I think I’m gonna have to decline to answer.”
“What’s that?” He asked, stroking the ink on the back of your neck.
You licked your lips almost in anticipation. “It’s called a tattoo. I don’t know if you guys have that in this universe.”
Ben ignored your amusing nature when you threw him a sassy look over your shoulder. “What’s it stand for?”
“What makes you think it stands for anything?” You whispered, getting lost in this intimate atmosphere.
Frowning in concentration, Ben analyzed the tattoo. You already knew what he was looking at. The base of two pyramids overlapping and facing each other, with a respective line drawn horizontally beneath the apex of both triangle shapes. His fingers carefully traced the shapes before he spoke slowly, “For sure. Very intricate lines. You probably picked this because you thought it looked cool, right?”
“I made the draft. Klaus was the one who held the needle.”
“And Klaus is … who?”
“The guy you punched?” When Ben showed no further reaction, you continued, “When we arrived?”
“Right. For a second I confused him with knife boy. Since, you know, mentally, I punched your knife brother-”
You rolled your eyes and interjected, “Diego.”
Like you hadn’t said a thing, Ben continued, “Countless of times in my head.”
You sighed, remembering the pure form of testosterone being released every time they faced each other. “You two shouldn’t even be in the room together.”
Ben’s voice turned mockingly lighthearted. “Oh, you promise?” It shifted into something mildly curious. “Keep going.”
You teasingly asked, “What do you think it means?”
“Putting me in the spot again? Alright. If it’s coming from you, they’re probably … the alchemy symbols for the four elements?”
He already knew.
You huffed, lightly shoving him back with your shield of energy. “Fucking asshole.” You turned your body. Despite your furrowed brows, an astonished smile still lingered on your face. You had to respect him for the hustle he was playing while pretending otherwise. Or at least his subterfuge as a way to touch your skin.
Ben braced himself against the jostling chairs with his hands while one tentacle shot out to keep his balance. Slightly taken aback by your vehement reaction, he chuckled, letting pure joy shine in his eyes. “Wow, was this as hot for you as it was for me? I like this version of you.”
You chose to ignore his idea of flirting. “I can’t believe you were trying to screw with me.”
The tentacle retracted into his stomach again. “I wasn’t. Well, not totally. Doesn’t explain the reason behind it. Why the four elements?”
“I figured after Reginald forced this tattoo on us, I should choose for myself what I really want to do with my body. And I learned while Klaus and I were experimenting with his recreational stuff-”
You appreciated the small moment of real and unguarded whimsy in Ben’s eyes. Something candid than just the sarcastic kind.
“I learned that my powers would enhance when I was connected to some of those elements. Like some sort of physical conduit. Showed me that everything was connected around me. That my mind could settle when everything around me was calm.”
His body language shifted into something more calculating with his next words. “Maybe you should just influence your environment, so you can finally calm your mind.”
“That would be more like a temporary solution.”
“Perhaps you should just stick with me. This way I can show you a better perspective than what your family is offering you.” Ben placed his hands in his pockets. “It could help you sleep better at night.” Almost like he was reminding you of his proposal, he widened his arms. “Offer still stands, you know.”
You chuckled. “Maybe next time,” you said, merely delaying the inevitable. With a small sigh, you advanced towards him until there was barely any distance separating the two of you. With delicate motions, you touched his neck, letting warmth wander through your fingertips.
His skin started to glow dimly under your hand. Wordlessly, he covered your hand with his. A part of you wanted to believe that he wanted you to burrow yourself deeper into him.
the empath and the eldritch horror (3/5) - sparrow!ben x empath!reader
Summary: Alphonso and Jayme were dead. Sloane was kidnapped. Ben was supposed to be Number One. He just didn't know whether to feel more at ease or challenged that the little Empath wouldn't stop crossing his mind and path.
Author's note: This series is officially back in progress 😅 I would have dubbed this chapter as part of the i'm not done arc, but you guys wanted this to be chronologically included in the series. So, this is between chapter one and two and is set during episode 4.
I don't know if this was the best smut I ever wrote, but it's been a long time since I wrote something sexual. At least, it feels very teasing. So, not a lot has changed between those two.
I was so scared of not writing enough for this chapter, but look at this 🤣 Still, feels like filler though.
Please don't think too hard on this ability 😅 It kinda reminded me of Emma Frost or a Succubus. 😈
Please please please for the love of God write a small comment or reblog this.
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~ Ben POV ~
This wasn’t happening. He was supposed to be Number One. To lead the Sparrows and do a better job than Marcus ever did. And show his dad that demoting him was the worst mistake he ever made.
Now Alphonso and Jayme were dead. And Sloane probably too. Or detained if they were so lucky. Ben didn’t trust the Umbrellas not to do something rash.
Ben just didn’t see the old man coming. The Umbrellas—he could take care of them. They were replaceable and stupidly tried to avoid conflicts they knowingly provoked.
Damn amateurs. If it weren’t for the little one and … Eight.
Speaking of the little Empath…
Ever since Fei and him debriefed their dad about the absolute mission failure, Ben couldn’t just let it go. Even after a few hours, his feet led him back, hoping to get a glimpse of the walking firebomb. What he saw instead surprised him, although it shouldn’t have.
The Empath who had been elusive during the fight. Or plain massacre as he liked to call it since pulling the wildcard out of nowhere felt like a foul trick.
Ben wouldn’t have minded seeing you in action again. Maybe he would have pulled you to the side and watched how you reacted to his tentacles making an appearance.
Ben didn’t get to really see you in action when you and your family first arrived at the Academy. At least, not personally. Still, he loved replaying the scene of you using your powers against Marcus in his head. Served him right for thinking you would be an easy target.
Before his mind would get sidetracked again, his eyes followed you as you were taking a stroll in the bright of day. Ben leaned his shoulder against the brick of a shop, hoping to appear inconspicuous every time you looked around.
Smart girl for remaining vigilant after the death of two Sparrows and being trapped in a timeline you weren’t supposed to be in.
Ben passed the civilians on the sidewalk, zeroing in on the figure wearing the bright summer dress under the jean jacket. If he wasn’t who he was and your family hadn’t just killed two of his siblings, he would think you were cute. Still, Ben shook his head to ward off those wayward thoughts.
He pretended inspecting the display of books in the window of the shop, watching you linger near the clothes rack out of the corner of his eye. Ben crossed his arms, facing the bestsellers again.
He was still debating with himself what to do with you once you were within reach. He would consider it fitting to kidnap you—again—as your family didn’t see anything wrong in holding Sloane prisoner.
Ben’s gaze slid to the sidewalk again—to find it empty. He furrowed his brows. Being on the lookout for the little Empath who probably intended to play a trick on him by spying on him from around the corner, like the little she-devil she was. His suspicions rose with every step he took, cautiously walking to the spot you harbored previously. His head swiveled around. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.
It was like you had turned into a ghost, turned invisible when he wasn’t looking. Ben narrowed his eyes, listening to the soft breeze shaking the leaves in the trees. Feeling it ruffle through his hair.
Something soft brushed against his shoulder, giving off the illusion of a phantom touch. Ben grumbled, shrugging his shoulders to get rid off the feeling. A slow, tingling sensation wandered from his shoulder to his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. With a careful motion, Ben turned his head, finding nothing that would stir his interest.
He felt it before the voice whispered into his ear. “Are you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing?”
Ben turned his head to where the voice came from. Instantly knowing it was yours. Too many thoughts were rushing through his heads, like how you were doing this. Instead, he chose a direct approach when he spoke to the invisible form. “I’m not playing your little mind games.”
Your voice shifted around him with every movement when you said snarkily from behind, “No? Are you more into the stalking game?”
Ben scoffed and shook his head. “I’m not. That’s ridiculous. You think you’re so special?”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a bad liar?”
Ben shook off the shiver he got from you whispering so intimately into his ear. He ground his teeth. “Depends. Do you always want to be right?”
His fingers twitched the longer you remained quiet.
“I’m sorry. I heard what happened.”
The mere reminder let heat rise in his cheeks. Ben clenched his jaw. He didn’t need your compassion or your comfort. He just couldn’t let his guard down around you. If you were anything like your family, you would use your charms to distract him and gain the upper hand before he could blink.
“Sorry that you weren’t there to kill my family yourself?” He shook his head derisively and snapped his fingers like he just remembered something. Not caring that he probably appeared like a crazy person just talking to air. “Right. I forgot. An Empath who doesn’t use her powers to hurt or even kill people. What good are you even for, Number Eight?”
The voice of his father echoed in the back of his head, haunting him. Bringing to mind all the times he committed a grave faux pas during training or didn’t behave in a way which was becoming for a Sparrow. Every second of silence from your end made him want to take it all back. But there was not a chance he actually would.
You slowly turned visible in front of his eyes. Ben had to blink at seeing the softness in your eyes.
“What do you want, Ben?” You said wearily.
Ben smirked, his eyes shifted into something lifeless. “Many things. Why don’t we just start with justice?”
You sighed. “Kill him, you mean? We don’t get all the things we want in life.”
Recognition lit up his eyes. “So, you know that man.”
You exhaled almost with disappointment. “So, I’m dealing with More vindictive Ben. Lucky me, huh?”
Ben narrowed his eyes. “You actually think your family wouldn’t have to face the consequences for what happened?” He hissed through his teeth.
“When will this end, Ben?” She inquired tiredly.
“The moment when you guys accept your fate. You escalated the situation in the first place.” He gestured with his hands the causality. “Escalation—consequences.”
“Someone’s looking at this from a very black and white agenda. We can end this right now. No one has to die for people to accept you as a formidable leader.”
Ben leaned towards you. “There’s no psychoanalyzing me while I’m threatening you. Give me what I want and maybe I’ll be a bit lenient with you.”
“That was you threatening? Do you know that your idea of threatening feels a lot like flirting?”
He covered his ears. “Don’t put words in my head, little demon.” Ben sighed. His eyes met the diner around the corner and instantly tried a more casual approach. “You hungry?”
You waved your arms. “Still just an emphatic illusion who can’t eat or drink like this.”
Ben smirked, hoping to tempt you a bit. “You could just come out with your real body, you know?”
“And have you kill me? That’d be difficult to do since I’m taking a bath right now.” Without waiting for him, you already walked ahead.
Ben lingered a few seconds, slightly distracted from the image you painted in his head. “Little demon,” he muttered before entering the diner after you. They took their seats by the window before he ordered himself a milkshake and a burger with some fries.
Ben decided to pick up the conversation where you left off. “What makes you think I want to kill you?”
You placed your arms on the table between you, leaning forward. “Then explain why you were following me.”
He shrugged. There were some things he didn’t want to consider what he would’ve done if he had encountered you for real.
“Are you sure you weren’t trying the same thing by kidnapping me … again? Your sister is safe, in case you were wondering. Well, more or less. Allison is not the safest bet. But Sloane has Luther keeping her safe at least.”
“Well, that doesn’t ease my mind, in case you were wondering. You people don’t have the best track record when it comes keeping your promises.”
“Right. Takes one to know one.”
He grumbled to himself before leaning back against the plastic cushions. He ignored the presence of the waitress who brought his order and felt himself frown at your expression.
“He says ‘thank you’,” you stated with a self-asserted air, eyeing the server before sending him a harsh glare.
“Thank you,” he murmured barely above a whisper.
The moment when she was gone, he could finally relax. Feeling grateful for the little moment of privacy again.
The smirk tugging on your lips didn’t set his mind at ease. “Just so you know, only you can see or hear me right now.”
Ben rolled his eyes at your little deceit. “Only me?”
“I would need to concentrate real hard to reach other people, but yes. I’m in your head, Ben,” you whispered huskily.
Ben dug into his burger, relishing in the taste and instantly noticing your expression. “Come on, I know you want to try this. Get out of that bathtub, dry yourself off and just have a taste.” He absolutely loved the idea of knowing something else about you which he could use to his advantage.
You eyed his ordered food with a gleam in your eyes. “As much as this is tempting, maybe I don’t trust you right now.”
He scoffed loudly. “And kill you in a diner? Don’t be ridiculous.” Ben rolled his eyes. He rubbed his stomach and mused, “Just look at this delicious milkshake.” His hand slid the drink to the middle, hoping to allure you with a small indulgence. “You forget, ever since you were with us Sparrows,” he crooned mockingly, “I know you love food.”
It surprised him when you just chuckled. “That’s your idea of torture? Should I feel flattered and special enough that I was noticed by the great Ben Hargreeves?”
Ben narrowed his eyes, scoffing. “Someone thinks so highly of themselves.”
“Of course you would say that.” You smiled knowingly, leaning your chin on your hands. “You like me.”
“Sure, keep talking, little Empath.”
A dreamy expression lingered on your face. “You do, it’s actually quite nice. I managed to tame the brooding Ben.”
“I’m not brooding,” he mumbled defensively under his breath.
“You are. And that’s why you like having me around. You enjoy my company. You know I’m the only one that doesn’t hold you to the standards as the rest of my family, or maybe even yours. You like being Ben, with no expectations. Asshole Ben, mean Ben.” You smiled with that wide smile on your face, almost happy at the thought. “Grumpy Ben.”
He shook his head, snorting. “Whatever. Just go bother someone else.”
You pouted. “Damn it. I was this close,” You pressed your fingers together. “To get over here.” With that, the illusion evaporated.
Ben felt the corners of his mouth twitch at your little moments of cheering him up before a titillating sensation started on his shoulder. Slowly, it went further towards his neck when he felt your hand stroking the sensitive skin.
“Stop that,” he grumbled. It was only half as fun if he couldn’t even see you.
You merely chuckle in response, letting your breath tickle against his ear.
Ben exhaled heavily when he closed his bedroom door behind him. After the shower he just had he dried off his hair with a towel and mindlessly threw it into the hamper in the corner. Ben pulled down his shirt until the material covered his torso and found his respite when he lied back on his bed, closing his eyes.
Sloane was back and they got the bodies of Alphonso and Jayme. So, that was a small win. If one could call it that. To gain their edge back, Ben passed on the ultimatum to the emo kid and the big ape. At least there were some good things that happened during this shitty day. Bumping into you kinda worked in his favor. Sometimes he wished he could get a better read on you when you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve.
Ben exhaled heavily.
“So, this is your bedroom, huh?”
Ben felt like he was going insane. First, his mind wandered to you and now you materialized like that. He certainly hoped this wasn’t one of your abilities. To have someone think of you strongly enough and you would be conjured like a demon.
Ben opened his eyes, turning his head toward where your voice came from.
It felt like you were haunting him, Ben realized when he saw you sitting on the side of his bed, scrutinizing your surroundings. “It’s very you. Like the poster of yourself.” Your voice turned deeper, mocking him with your impersonation. “Hey, Ben. You’re absolutely awesome. Don’t listen to the others.”
Your eyes met the display of books near his bed, quietly chuckling. “And you called Marcus a nerd,” you commented with a normal voice again. “Someone’s an artist, huh? Aren’t you full of surprises?” As much as your delighted smile soothed him, Ben couldn’t take any chances. Before you could mock his means of recreation, Ben tried to divert your attention.
“What are you doing here?”
You shrugged, sending him a cheeky expression over your shoulder. “What? You chose to stalk me and I can’t return the favor?”
After your afternoon together, Ben could admit with recognition that if he narrowed his eyes just enough, he could see your figure almost emanate that golden shimmer. As you projected yourself across the city to play tricks on him again.
Ben sat up, not appreciating your little games to get to him. “This is different.”
You leaned forward with a glint in your eyes. “Why? Is this too personal for you?”
“You’re damn right it is. You don’t see me rifling through your stuff in that crappy hotel.”
You narrowed your eyes with understanding, smiling to yourself. “But you want to. You’re so weird, Ben.”
Why did he feel the need to defend himself? “It’s not weird. It’s called being vigilant and careful. And stop invading my head.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, you would know if I was in your head. You’re just such an easy person to read once you’ve deciphered all the little clues.”
Ben waved a hand, not needing the reality check that he was easier to analyze than you were. Not needing to know that you could use it to your own gain if you should choose to.
“Fine, you’ve made your point. Now leave.”
With an ease, you stroked your hair to the side. For a second, he hated himself for finding you beautiful with that dim lighting hitting you just right. Ben’s fingers itched to feel that graphite at his fingertips just from watching you. He saw the outline of a tattoo on the back of your neck and detected a few lines, feeling eager to get a better view to perceive it in all its splendor.
Ben cleared his throat, turning his head away.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I was just trying to tease you.”
A mocking smile grew on his lips. “Whatever, I don’t care. My command still remains. Now, shoo, evaporate. Whatever it is you do.”
You rolled your eyes. “Jesus, you’re so grumpy in the evening. I thought your mood would be better, with Sloane being back, and everything.” You inched closer on your knees, intending to move away.
“You’re the one making me grumpy,” Ben snarled.
“Sure, I am.”
Ben narrowed his eyes, watching you try to scoot over the edge of his bed by picking the longer route. He groaned, throwing his head back.
“You’re so annoying.” Ben felt his abdominal muscles tense when your fingers held on to his stomach for support. He eyed the hands bracing against him, more surprised by the sensation of your touch than your willingness to get close to him.
Ben furrowed his brows while muttering quietly under his breath, “I thought you’re just an illusion.”
Wariness spread on your face. Probably wondering why he wanted you to stay. To be honest he didn’t know either. “I am.”
“Then why can I feel you?”
The shrugging of your shoulders seemed almost timid in nature.
“My body works in mysterious ways, Number Two. Let’s just say, I can make it as real as possible. Make you believe I’m touching you even when I’m not really here.”
There was something electrifying and addictive about being close to you. Once a greedy thought hit him, Ben leaned forward. His gaze was hypnotized by your mouth, finding it utterly tantalizing. He licked his lips before staring into your eyes again. “It’s Number One, actually.”
Ben was giving some seriously tempting vibes. His eyes gleamed darkly as he watched your face. You swallowed thickly, feeling his hands teasingly stroke your hips, almost like he was trying out the feel of your corporal form. You felt the tingling sensation from his touch, like the feeling was your own. It was like touching something real, but the surreal feeling still followed.
You eyed his luscious lips, whispering, “Pity. Kinda liked calling you Number Two.”
His breath exhaled against your lips. “I think you like calling me Ben more.”
“Sometimes I like you even more when you’re not talking at all,” you whispered, trying not to sever this spell you both were under. Hoping not to break this rare moment of this bond.
Something twinkled in Ben’s eyes with the spoken challenge that followed. “Then give it your best shot in shutting me up, little Empath.”
Everything inside you tingled like you were experiencing a new sensation. Stroking his cheek, you carefully traced the scar on his cheek, watching Ben’s pupils dilate until his eyes were pitch-black. Absolutely loving how dark his eyes could get. Ben almost mesmerized you with his ability to not turn away from you, silently watching your every move. You told yourself you were merely curious, to find out how this would feel like. To enhance your abilities. While your body laid in bed and your spiritual being was sitting in Ben’s lap, enjoying his ministrations.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, your lips met his. Involuntarily, your throat let out a whimpering sound, adoring the softness of his lips. You closed your eyes, opening your mouth to let your tongue dance with his.
There was a low rumbling sound in Ben’s throat. Your fingers stroked through his wet hair, massaging his scalp with your fingernails. His hands tightened around your waist, hiking up your shirt.
You heeded his silent command by unbuttoning your chemise until you were only clad in your bra underneath.
Impatiently, Ben yanked off his shirt, revealing his naked torso. While he showed his physique, he teased with a smirk, “You know, you could be here right now. Get out of that damn bathtub.”
“Not in a bathtub. I’m laying in bed right now.”
It could be said that Ben’s upper body was too distracting for his own good. You groaned, finding it hard to concentrate. “Why do you have to look so good?” You felt compelled to stroke his rippling abs, delighting a bit in his small groan and feeling it reverberate in your whole body.
Ben was seriously making it hard for you not to like him. Or at least his body did the work in making you feel something for him. The longer you rubbed Ben’s chest, your clit started to throb wantonly with need.
“You’re welcome.” Ben spoke huskily, smirking arrogantly. “Tell me what you’re wearing right now,” he said, losing his casual pants in the process.
You let yourself get swept away by him as you discarded your short pants down your legs. “Just in my underwear,” you teased with a small smile.
“Saucy minx.” Ben started chuckling arrogantly before pulling you close at the back of your head while pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips. “Are you touching yourself?” He panted against your mouth. A startled noise came from Ben’s throat when your hips rubbed teasingly against his crotch. You felt your sex clench when that sound shifted into a moan of appreciation.
You nodded. “Yes.” Feeling the hardness in his boxer briefs with every movement of your gyrating hips.
“Say you want me to touch you,” Ben whispered against your lips before letting them wander sensuously towards your neck, making you go crazy with want with every breath he emitted against your skin. Leaving wet kisses behind.
Oh God why did he have to entice you so bad?
A whimper released from your throat as you tried to relieve the pressure by rubbing against his hardening crotch. You nodded mindlessly.
“Use your words. Say please.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him backwards until Ben snorted with laughter. With his unruly hair spreading on his pillows. His hands didn’t let go of your hips, instead let them roam and touch whatever he could get in contact with. Ben licked his lips and watched in fascination as your fingers unlatched one of his hands and slid it underneath your panties. Letting your wet juices coat his fingertips. Ben could only groan at the sensation of your arousal like it was some tangible proof for your carnal need towards him.
You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his neck while sucking on a sensitive spot. “Please, Ben Hargreeves, Number One, oh great Cthulu, just finger me.”
His fingers moved in circles around your swollen clit while his other hand kneaded your covered bottom, making you gasp and rub against him. Needing to feel more of him. Craving more of that delicious tug from your dripping cunt. You absolutely could stay in this moment forever with Ben’s fingers slipping beneath your panties and palming your butt.
“You know, I don’t feel very appreciated with your sarcasm,” Ben grumbled against your throat. To prove his point, he completely let go of you by placing his arms behind his head, relaxing further on the pillows. “Show me then. Maybe I’ll do you a favor later, if I feel like it.”
You rolled your eyes, unceremoniously dropping your panties. “You’re such an asshole.”
“As you keep telling me.” Ben drew out his hardened cock out of his boxer briefs, tucking the material around his waist. His gaze never left yours while he started massaging his member.
What a cheeky jerk he was for making you work for it.
Kneeling down at the edge of his bed, you made sure that Ben had a clear view while you drew circles on your clit. Just the debauchery of it all instilled you with a deeply sensual and gratifying sensation. You licked your lips, feeling your breathing pick up the longer you stared into his eyes.
Ben was enjoying your little show immensely and threw his head back while not losing sight of you. Your eyes zeroed in on his Adam’s apple when he swallowed. Ben smirked salaciously, breathing heavily. “But you like me.”
Keeping your eyes closed, you threw your head back. “Just stop talking.” You could only depend on your sense of hearing as Ben’s hard member made slippery noises while he kneaded it furiously. Feeling the heat in your body grow, you yanked down the straps of your bra until you were entirely nude.
The silent stare from Ben stopped you in your tracks, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
“Get over here,” Ben exhaled a breath. He dragged down his underwear, throwing it on the floor.
Slowly, you crawled over to him until you were sitting in his lap again, with your fingers sweeping his hair from his forehead. However, that content feeling which filled you at the touch he allowed was short-lived when Ben propelled you underneath him.
You gasped and your eyes widened at Ben’s unexpected move. Slinging your thighs around his waist, you let out a hum, enjoying the feeling of your legs rubbing against him. “Someone really can’t stand to be on the bottom, huh?”
“Be quiet,” Ben hissed before he slowly thrust inside you.
You sighed deeply, tightening your hands around his shoulders for support. A whimper released from your lips when Ben pulled you closer to him. With every single thrust, he slid even deeper when he held your legs against his chest.
The veins in Ben’s neck protruded with the exertion he committed, letting out quiet moans the more you clenched around him, losing yourself in the sensations of bliss. Not realizing that the spot where you touched him began to glow with golden energy,
Ben’s hips stuttered, clenching his fingers around your thighs. “Oh shit.” He opened his eyes in astonishment when in an almost serious voice, he said, “Do that again.”
You did it unintentionally. Licking your lips, you felt uncertain, having never done this before during sex. You gasped when Ben hit a certain spot, making your walls clench before your fingers brushed against his neck. Just like that your own emotions were bleeding into him, projecting your ecstatic state onto him. Enhancing those sensations tenfold for him.
You grew even wetter if that was possible once the sounds of Ben’s blissed-out groans hit your ears. Obscene sounds of your groans and bodies slapping together filled the room. Your sex clenched around him like a vice.
His hips faltered before he panted heavily. “Tell me you’re close.”
Throwing your head back, you nodded with a humming sound, pulling him close until Ben’s lips were on yours. Suddenly you felt your body shimmer with ecstatic energy before a soundless moan came out of your mouth. Warmth spread through your whole body.
As soon as your emerging orgasm erupted, your eyes adjusted to the changing surroundings of the hotel room your body was actually lying in and Ben’s bedroom. The illusion you tried to uphold kept flickering until your consciousness was pulled back underneath Ben.
The first thing you focused on was the sound of Ben groaning while his face contorted into a confused frown every time you flickered back to him.
You felt him pull out of you before something wet squirted against your skin when Ben ejaculated on his lower stomach. “Oh fuck.” Ben leaned back with exhaustion, trying to catch his breath.
You chuckled, relaxing next to him and enjoying the view of a Ben whose cheeks were heated from the strain and who stretched out his limbs, needing a few seconds before he would be himself again.
You laid down on your front, letting your fingers dance on his warm skin. And maybe—just a tad—you wished you could’ve had the real thing just now. “I like speechless Ben.”
Ben let out hoarse chuckles before he turned his body away to clean himself up with a tissue. He pulled up the sheet until it covered the two of you again. You still thought it was sweet of him despite the knowledge of not needing the added warmth.
Ben’s body language certainly was more at ease as his bones stretched out. He raked a hand through his messy hair and let out a sigh when he gave you an uncertain look. Ben opened his mouth to speak.
Before he could mess it all up, you shushed him by placing a finger above his lips. “Nuh uh, don’t ruin it. You were either going to say the sweetest thing ever or utter something hurtful just because you can’t handle intimacy.”
Ben was taken aback when you leaned towards him to have one last taste of him since this would remain a one-time thing.
The moment your lips were no longer on his, Ben shook his head before commenting, “You’re fucking confusing.”
YAAS! You just know how to work with the canoncial Sparrow!Ben, no - I'M SERIOUSLY! Oh damn, should I mention that this written form of smut just fell into my heart?... oh, althought I already said that)) I would also like to note that I was surprised by the size of the chapter and the detail of the characters' actions! As always, job well done, I'm in love
You trying to tempt me with that gif? 😋 I just looove Sparrow!Ben and how he can draw out Eight, and vice versa.
Like I said in the notes, I was really scared of not writing enough for this chapter, but I surprised myself with the length of this 😅 I'm getting the feeling with every new chapter, the lengths are getting longer.
I'm really looking forward to the next chapter since it has some of my favourite scenes. Hope you'll like it. 😘
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