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“And what, pray tell, brings you to my part of the forest, little lady?”

Evie glared at the figure in front of her, draped in a cloak of black and silver stars, symbolizing the night sky. The girl inhaled deeply, nails digging into her palms so hard they almost drew crimson drops of blood. "I'm here to ask you a question, witch."" answered Evie, slowly walking up the wooden stairs to the front of your cottage.

You sat on your porch, in a rocking chair, watching the girl walk up to you. She was scared, you can see that with the tremble of her lips and the droplets of crimson that was starting to fall from her palms. You couldn't help but hum in curiosity, your elbow on the armrest and chin on your knuckle. "And what would that be?"

Evie cleared her throat, before slowly reaching into her pocket and pulled out a small hand mirror. It was cracked in the middle. "I heard you could fix magical objects," she answered. "I thought you could fix this for me."

You hum in thought, slowly standing up and beckoning her inside. The moment the door shut, however, you felt Evie's body suddenly pressed against your own. You turn and her lips crashed onto yours, a sigh leaving her lips and the mirror being slipped back into her pocket. You chuckle into the kiss and drawback. "You know, you need to stop breaking your things just so we can meet." you taunt, drawing the curtains of your cottage closed. The relationship between you and Evie was a bit of a secret since you were considered an outcast by the rest of the Isle, being the granddaughter of Baba Yaga and all...and an orphan at that. Your mother had left your grandmother and came here to the Isle to marry your father. 

You had a good relationship with your grandmother, she sometimes came to visit the Isle. She was neither good nor evil, a saint or a demon. She was just...a gray matter. After the death of both of your parents, Baba became your guardian...sort of. You mostly lived alone, and you didn't mind. Especially since Evie did her best to visit you whenever she could.

You pull the aid kit out of the cupboard and grab a few bandages and soothing ointment. "You don't need to put up such a bravado you know," you say, as Evie sat down in a chair. You gently dab at the cuts she made on her palms, putting bandages on them. "We're dating so-" "I have to keep up that act, my mother doesn't like you, remember? Some stupid grudge against your grandma or something." Evie huffed out, pouting adorably. "If she finds out we're together then..." she fell silent, causing you to glance up at her. 

"Eve?" You ask, finding her silence strange. "Krasavitsa?”

“I’m leaving the Isle.”

You almost drop the garbage in your hands when she said those words, the horror began to fill your body. "Huh? Printsessa...what are you talking about?" "I'm heading over to Auradon," Evie answered, letting out a sigh as she toyed with the fabric of your table cloth. "They invited us over there, to study, yadda yadda and be good yadda yadda." she let out a fake gag, rolling her eyes. "I don't wanna go."

You toss the garbage away, now sitting in the chair opposite of Evie. Your hands reach across the table to hers into your own. "Evie...how long will you be gone?" "I....I don't know." Evie said with a sigh. She shuddered, "I...I think my mother knows, I think that's why she's sending me away." 

Your eyes widen, magic beginning to thrum at your fingertips. Evie could feel it, flinching at bit at the surprisingly sudden radiating heat. You bite down on your bottom lip, willing the magic to fade. "I'm sorry...did I scare you?"

"It's fine. Don't worry...uh....krasavitsa?" Evie said nervously blushing, attempting to speak in your own tongue.

You smile gently brought Evie's hand to your lips and kissed her fingers. "You'll be okay. Hey, why don't I give you something before you leave?" you stood up, walking into your bedroom and began to dig through the drawers. You pull out a necklace, a oval of kunzite as the pendant. You walk back out and toss the piece of jewelry over to Evie, who quickly caught it. “There, think of it as a parting gift.”

“It’s....” Evie paused, before breaking out into a grin. “Cute.” she said. “Help me put it on?”

You walk behind her, slipping the cord on to her neck and fastening the clasp. “It’s a kunzite stone, it’s supposed to emit positive energies and release tension.” you say, and kiss her cheek. “Think of it as a little piece of me when you go to Auradon.”

“Thank you.” Evie says, her voice barely above a whisper. She tucks the pendant under her shirt, and sits backwards on the chair, all to just kiss you. “I’ll miss you.” she whispers.

“I know....I’ll miss you too.”

“I love you.” “Love you too, printsessa.”

“Oh! Can you fix my mirror now?”

“Alright, alrighty. Give me a minute.”

“How long has it been since that girl of yours left, huh?” Baba asked, sipping from the mug of tea you gave her. In her other hand was a framed photo of you and Evie, and she could not help but stare at it curiously. “She’s Grimhilde’s daughter, da?”

“Quite a while.” You answer, pouring your grandmother another cup of tea. “I miss her.” you say. “And yes, she’s the Evil Queen’s daughter. Doesn’t she gave a grudge against you?”

Baba let out a gruff sort of sound, “Bah, what do I care about grudges. They are nothing to me.” the old crone says.

“Y/N!”

You glance up at the sound of your name, and turn to Babe, thinking it was you who called her. Your grandmother only shrugs her great shoulders. “Wasn’t me.”

Who could it be? You look out the window, and saw...

Evie?!

Without hesitation you throw the door to your cottage open, seeing that Evie was running towards your cottage from the forest. Was this...real? “Y/N!”

“Evie!” you rush towards your girlfriend meeting her half way. You two embrace, with Evie burrying her face into your shoulder and your face in her shoulder. “I missed you.” you whisper as Evie sniffled.

“I miss you too, Y/N.” Evie drew away from you, something shining around her neck. It was the necklace you gave her! She still had it! She smiled, fingering the pendant fondly, “This kept me going.” she shly admits. “And guess what?” she pulled another necklace out of her pocket, looking just like hers. The pendant was also made of kunzite. Your eyes widen as Evie beams. “Let me do it.” she proclaims and fastens the necklace around your neck. “There...now you have a little piece of me with you.” Evie repeated those words you said long ago.

You only scoff, rolling your eyes. “I hate you.” “No you don’t, you love me. And I,” Evie presses her forehead against yours, your lips barely an inch apart. “Love you.”

The sound of clapping was heard behind you, and Evie and you turn to see Baba Yaga on the porch, smirking while clapping her boney old hands together. “Oh! You must be Evie, my new granddaughter-in-law, Y/N has told me all about you.”

“Baba! Please!”

You were like Ben…and yet you were not. Yes you two had the same parents and you two are siblings, yada yada all that mumbo jumbo, but your eyes were set on a different path. You adored magic, and all sort of magical creatures. Yes you were a princess and next in line to become the possible queen of Auradon and all, but your love was for the magic of the world and nature most of all. You would study forbidden magical texts without the knowledge of your parents, much to the chagrin of Ben.

It all changed one day when you found a little dragon hatchling, abandoned in the forests of Auradon, half dead and with a wound on its forehead. You couldn’t help but feel sorry, and decided to take care of it. You named it Éclair, as when the scar healed, it looked like a lightning bolt. Every day you returned to the forest where Éclair lived, tossing it some food you saved from the lunch at the cafeteria. Éclair was a dark colored dragon, its hide was colored like soot save for the pearly white scar and its yellow eyes. Éclair was a friendly thingy, mostly. You wanted to show it off to Ben but…would he be happy about it?

None the less, Éclair was your little secret. That is…until the villain kids came from the Isle of the Lost.

“Éclair! Éclair!” Your hands cupped your mouth, calling out for your dragonic friend. You whistled sharply thrice, a signal between the two of you. There was a rustle of the trees and a beat of wings, a gush of air that nearly toppled you over. Down came Éclair from the skies above, landing in the safety of the trees that hide it from prying eyes. The beast lowered its massive head, purring softly and happily.

You clutched the strap of the knapsack you had, laughing at how big the hatchling as grown over the past two years that you have known it. You open the pouch, pulling out your sandwich in a container and a larger plastic bag. “I snuck out of class today,” you admitted to Éclair, opening the plastic covered bag. Inside were turkey legs, which you had stolen from the cafeteria…thanks to using that little magical spell you learnt from Jane. “Ugh, it was boring.” You sit down on a boulder, putting the sandwich container on your lap as you pulled out a turkey leg, tossing it over to the dragon who expertly caught it into its mouth. “I like being out here with you. I like being a princess and all but…it’s just not what I want to be you know?”

Éclair and you have had this conversation many times. You often came out to snuggle with the dragon in the dark of night, a flashlight in your hand a book in your lap as you told Éclair about what you wanted to do with your life: to travel, see the world, and learn more about it. All of a sudden, the onyx head of Éclair perked up, glaring into the brush. It began to growl, its tail wrapping around you and the boulder you sat upon, loosely…but protectively. “E-Éclair?” “Wow.” You nearly dropped the turkey leg you were holding, you recognized that voice. “So this is where the brave little princess of Auradon, the light of this entire country, Y/N sneaks off to?” a familiar head of purple appeared out of the emerald brush, a smirk upon her lips, and her hands upon her lips. She glanced over to the dragon, quirking an eyebrow but definitely not afraid of the thing whatsoever. She jerked her thumb at Éclair, “Friend of yours?” You clear your throat, tossing the leg over to Éclair who snapped it up. Its beady sunny yellow eyes were still trained upon Mal, snarling every now and then. You put your things to the side, sliding of off the boulder, and dusting your hands on your skirt; you then clear your throat, holding you head up high, proudly. “Yes. This is my friend, Éclair. What are you doing here, Mal? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Ha!” Mal scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Hey, if you,” she pointed at you accusingly, “Can skip class, why can’t I?”

“Because education is important.” You retort back, turning on your heels to face Éclair instead.

“Gee. If it’s so important, why the hell aren’t you studying?” Mal didn’t try to come closer, especially when Éclair wound its tail around your position so protectively. “Miss Princess? Get off your high horse, Y/N. Don’t boss me around.”

“I could if I wanted to. As the princess of this land. And,” you turn around sharply, now reaching up to gently pat Éclair’s snout. “I’m the girl who has a dragon friend.”

“Oh right. I’m soooo scared. I’m quaking in my boots.” Mal scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Bitch please, I could poof your dragon friend here and you’d be all defenseless.” She quickly ducked under the swipe of a claw, courtesy of Éclair.

“Éclair! No!” You scolded your friend, patting its tail. “Don’t do that.”

“The thing is…you can’t kill me, or hurt me.” Mal taunted, dusting the imaginary dust off of her clothes. “You’re too soft.”

You glare at her, rolling up the sleeves of your jacket, and stepped over Éclair’s tail. “You wanna see how soft I am?” Éclair seemed to chuckle in the background, seemingly ready for such a throw down to occur.

“Hey hey, I’m not here to fight.” Mal said, holding up her hands to announce her surrender. “I could zap you with magic but I’d be executed if I tried to hurt you. So…how about this?” she backed away, and then drew a line in the dirt with her foot. “You stay on that side of the forest with your dragon friend, I’ll stay on mine.” She said with a smirk and a quirk of her eyebrow. “Deal, little princess?”

“Deal.” You huff, turning back to Éclair and marching back over to the dragon. You hop back up on the boulder again, tossing Éclair the remaining turkey legs before going to eat your own sandwich. Mal merely stayed on her side of the forest, watching you two carefully. She sat on a log, keeping to herself.

“How long have two known one another?” Mal asked suddenly, both of your heads snapping over to look at her. “You two are comfortable around each other, so it’s obvious you two have known each other for a long time.”

“Two years.” You answer, after swallowing a bite of your sandwich.

Gurglegurglegurgle

You glance up at Éclair, quirking an eyebrow and gently poking its dark snout. “Are you still hungry? I mean…yeah you do need to eat and all. You just came back from hunting right? I mean there’s still blood on your teeth and all. But-“ who else could it be? You glance over to Mal, who had a light pink blush upon her cheeks. “Are…are you hungry Mal?” you asked, snickering.

“A bit yeah. I left before lunch. I am kinda hungry.” Mal answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it princess, I’m not gonna mooch off of you or-“ “Do you want cookies?”

Mal’s head snapped over towards you, staring at you curiously. “Not…poisonous cookies?”

“Nah.” You answer, pulling the Tupperware of cookies out of your knapsack. “Mom made them.” You slid off of the boulder again, walking over to the line and held out the box. “You can have some…if you want.”

Mal got off of the log, slowly walking to the line and picked up at least five cookies. “Thanks.” She said, beginning to nibble on them. Her eyes lit up, staring at the cookies. “Whoa, these are good.”

“Yeah they are. I bet they’re the best in all the land.” You proudly say.

Mal only laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” She says, turning on her heels and beginning to head back up the trail. “I’ll see you around, princess Y/N. Thanks for the cookies.” And before she took another step, she turned and said, “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.”

The two of you had this strange dance, which was honestly kept alive for weeks. Mal and you would meet up in the forest with Éclair and still stay on the same sides you had made earlier. It was a strange little friendship, but you two got closer. Bit by bit. Little by little. You told Mal of your dream to travel and to learn more about the world, and you listened about the times Mal had caused a ruckus back on the Isle of the Lost. The two of you didn’t have many classes together but you two were sometimes find one another in the library.

Mal would find you in the darkest corners, hiding in a nook and reading about dragons. At first, she would just say ‘Hey’ and pass by, but lately she would sit beside you and you two would talk about the future and classes…and anything really.

Mal was cute, you could not help but think. She had a cute smile and it was endearing to see.

But lately…Mal had been avoiding you. She wasn’t coming into the forest that much to hang with you and Éclair, and even the dragon seemed to miss her presence. One day, while in the library, you noticed Mal walking by the shelves. Your feet were silent across the carpet, and you roughly grabbed Mal by the back of her jacket and pulled her into the comfy little nook you two often shared.

“GET THE FU- Y/N?” Mal stared at you in shock, quickly breaking away from you like you were the plague. “The hell was that for?!” “Why the shit are you avoiding me?” you demanded, hands on your hips. “As the princess, I demand you to answer this Mal. Is something bothering you? Did I….offend you?”

Mal opened her mouth for a minute and then shut it, staring down at her hands. “You kinda did offend me.”

“Shit what?! I did?! Holy shit, I’m so sorry! What did I do?! I’m so sorry, tell me what did I do and I promise not to do it again and-“

“You offend me because you’re too damn cute.”

“I- what…?” it was your turn to go silent, feeling your cheeks beginning to burn hotly. “Huh?” “I like you, princess.” Mal said, her voice small. She turned on her heels, ready to leave when you grabbed her by the back of her jacket again. “DAMN IT Y/N STOP TRYING TO CHO-“ you turn her around and slam your lips on to hers, causing Mal to go limp in your arms, before returning the gesture happily. Mal began to slowly push you into the wall, trapping you between them.

When the kiss ended, Mal happily smiled, resting her forehead against yours. “Wow.” “I wanted to do that for a while now.” You admit, giggling happily.

“Yeah…me too.” Mal admits, lips just an inch away from yours. “Can we…ki-“

“Y/N, are you- OH MY GOD!” Ben stared at the two of you, dropping his books and his mouth wide open like a gold fish.

“B-BEN! It’s not what it looks like!” “Yeah we’re kissing, what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“ASDFGHJKL, THIS IS WHY YOU WERE SNEAKING AROUND?!”

“WILL YOU KIDS SHUT UP, YOU’RE IN A LIBRARY!”

“Girlfriend problems?”

You perk up the moment Zack asks that of Trini, eyes wide and your heart skipping at least 741963 beats for a minute or two. Did….Trini have a girlfriend? Oh happy day! Well…kinda. This meant…she was taken yes. But she liked girls right? That’s all that mattered right? Right. It was a win-lose situation, but you could live with it…somehow.

Soon, as the flickering embers died and you all had your heart to heart, you stood up first and began to walk home.

“You’re not gonna talk to em?”

Trini glances up at Zack, the shorter girl giving him the harshest glare her tiny body could muster. The black ranger held up his hands, fear dotting his eyes. “Shut it.” “Whoa, Trini, I’m just saying.” He nodded his head towards Y/N’s slowly receding form. “You can’t hide shit from me, Trini. I know you like them. You were staring at them the entire time.”

The yellow ranger scoffs, a barely noticeable blush present. Zack only sighed, now standing up to his full height and suddenly appearing in front of her. “The fuck are you do- ZACK TAYLOR, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” shrieked the girl, flailing in the taller boy’s arms as he hoisted her over his shoulder. “I SWEAR THE MOMENT I AM OUT OF YOUR CLUTCHES I WILL FUCKING MUR- WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TAKING ME?!”

Zack quickly made a beeline after Y/N, all the while Trini screamed protest after protest. Y/N turned their head the moment the screams reached their ears, eyes widened in horror. “Zack?! What the hell are you doing?!” you gasp, just as Zack catches up to you and plops Trini right…into your arms. It was easy to hold her, to tell the truth; she’s tiny, pretty light, and you have lightning fast reflexes.

“So it’s dark and I thought it isn’t safe for you guys to go home alone. Ya know, buddy system and all that jazz.” Zack says with a smirk upon his lips.

“Dude…what the hell? If that’s your mentality, you can come with us. We can walk each other home.” You offer, still holding Trini in your arms. The tiny girl, on the other hand, had completely frozen, her face red and yet she was seeing red. Boy, was Zack going to die later for this.

“Nah. My house isn’t that far. So anyway, see you guys tomorrow!” and with that, the boy ran off with a breakneck sort of speed, with you and Trini glaring after his shadow.

"Hey...uh...Y/N?" Trini glances up at you, a shy smile lining her lips. "Mind putting me down now?"

"O-Oh!" You slowly set Trini down, and give her a nervous and embarrassed smile. "S-Sorry about that." you weren't going to tell her that you liked holding her...not at all.

"I-It's fine," Trini said with a forced smile. There was a beat of silence between the two of you. "So...should we walk now?"

"Yeah! Yeah...we should." you turn on your heels and begin to walk, with Trini silently following you.

The empty silence was somewhat comforting....somewhat. There was still a question in your heart that you wanted to ask her. "Hey....Trini?" you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, Y/N?" Trini answers.

"Do you...have a girlfriend?" you could see Trini flinch a bit and you quickly say, "No! I'm not trying to offend you! I'm so sorry I was just wondering if you were single or not and-" "Single?" Trini asked, suddenly stopping and staring at you. "Why?" "Because...uh..." you blush, panic rising within your chest. "I...like girls....too...and you're cute and I kinda want to see if my options are open and all and-"

"...You like me?" Trini asks, rather flabbergasted.

"Y-Yeah..." you answer, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I mean I...uh...wanted to know if-" "Hey....Y/N....I like you too." Trini shyly admits, with a smile. "You...wanna get something to eat instead of going home? I know a coffee place."

"Sure!" you smile brightly. "Uh...wanna hold hands?" you hold out your own and Trini pauses, staring at it for a moment. She then slips her hand into yours, giggling to herself as you two walked off. "By the way, I liked carrying you."

Bertha was a cute little ferret, your little ferret familiar. She smelled weird but she was a little lovable thing. She was active, always running around and finding new pranks to pull on others. But she was just a sweetie, and pretty darn happy all the time. Bertha adored you, that much was true. And she also adored fellow witch, Wanda Maximoff. She loved you both and often scampered from lap to lap whenever she wanted a good petting. But she could never fathom why you two just weren’t together. So the little thing made it her mission to do so, and nothing was going to stop her. You’d never guess that under the little creature’s loving gaze and playful antics was a scheming little shit who only wanted the best for you.

Operation 1: Borrowing

“What the hell?” what the hell was happening here? Your eyes scan your closest, frantically searching for your favorite sweater. “It’s not here.” did you wear it already? Was it in the hamper or something? Strange, you certainly didn’t remember wearing it this week.

You march over to the hamper that held your dirty clothes, beginning to empty it out. You had to make sure, besides, you were gonna wear that lovely little black sweater to a nice outing with Wanda to a cafe. Wanda Maximoff. The girl of your dreams. The fact that both of you were witches made it all the more sweeter. With her green eyes, bright smile, and a general love and fascination for the art….you more or less fell head over heels in love with that woman.

Cluckcluckcluckcluckcluck

“Bertha, have you seen my sweater?” you turn to your ferret familiar, who was rolling around on the bed chortling for some weird reason. Then again, she was always happy and made that noise a lot. When she was being talked to, the creature ceased her actions, but was still lying on her back, staring up at you with big round brown eyes. You sigh, walking over to the bed and tickling Bertha under her chin.

Cluckcluckcluckcluck

“I’ll ask again, Bertie, where’s my sweater? Did you take it to hide and make it into your bed or something?” you lift your finger from the creature’s chin, causing Bertha to glare up at you, feeling betrayed. “I’ll pet you more if you tell me where my swe-”

Knock knock

“Y/N?”

“Wanda?” You turn on your heels, facing the closed door of your room. But then you pause, noticing that...your room was a fucking mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere, mostly because of the fact you dug through your laundry hamper. “Uh...I’ll be right there!” with a wave of your hands and a murmur of a foreign tongue, your clothes magically plop themselves back into the hamper. You then stride over to the door, inhaling and exhaling as you prepared yourself mentally to greet her. Slowly opening the door, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you got to look at her. You quickly smile, “Hey!” you greet, inwardly cringing at yourself. You sounded almost too peppy.

“Good afternoon,” Wanda greeted, dressed in a red blouse and black skirt. The outfit was plain, and yet it seemed to fit perfectly on Wanda’s body. She held something in her hands, a familiar mass of….black. “I found this in my room. This is yours, is it not?” she held it out to you; surely enough, it was your sweater.

You cautiously take it out of Wanda’s hands, staring at it intensely. “Yeah...this is mine. I was gonna wear it when we-” it had dirt and dust upon it now, as though it had been dragged away. You turn around to glare at Bertha, who went back to rolling around on your bed. Wanda only giggled, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Ah, whatever, I’ll wear something else. I won’t be long, I promise!”

“I eagerly await then, Y/N.” Wanda said with a gentle smile, which you could not help but return. After closing the door, you stormed over to Bertha, now lying on her stomach and staring up at you with those same big brown eyes. “What the hell are you trying to do?”

Cluck cluck!

Operation 2: Whoops

SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“Bertha?” Wanda stared down at the little screaming ferret, who was running back and forth in front of her feet at breakneck speeds, shrieking all the way. Closing the book she was just reading, she placed it on the side table before sliding out of the chair and squatting down to regard the familiar. Worry was evident in her eyes, as she reached out to the creature. Bertha curled around Wanda’s hand, whimpering and yelping. “Has something happened to Y/N?”

Whining, the ferret uncoiled itself from around Wanda’s wrist, beginning to dash out into the hallway towards your room. Without hesitation, the witch rushed after the ferret, concern and horrible thoughts running through her mind. Is Y/N sick? Were they attacked? Sick? Whatever it was that had Bertha yelling like that had to be serious. Bertha slid to a stop in front of Y/N’s room door, scratching at it and letting out whimpers and squeals all the while.

With a blast of magic, Wanda barged into the room, scarlet dancing around her in ribbons of fury. “Y/N?! What hap-” why were you only wearing a towel? The wisps slowly began to die, as the witch stared at you bug-eyed and red rising to her face that was brighter than her own magic. Her eyes could not help but scan your body, the water slowly dripping off of your skin and swallowed a lump in her throat. God...you were beautiful.

You on the other hand, clutched the towel closer to your body, as it was slowly falling off. “Wanda?! What the hell?!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Wanda quickly turned around on her heels, heading back outside. “I’m leaving now!” Wanda slammed the door shut, still very much in a daze. What...had she saw? You of course. You and your naked bodily glory. She glared down at the little ferret at her feet, who seemed none the wiser. “If you weren’t so cute, I would have murdered you for doing this.”

Cluck cluck!

Operation 3....?

“I’m surprised Bertha hasn’t noticed we’re already a thing.” Wanda giggled out, seeing that the ferret was sound asleep on your bed, curled into a ball and happily snoring away. The witch leaned over to press her lips to your cheek. “Aren’t you going to tell her?”

“Nah.” You chuckle. “Bertie sleeps a lot, of course she doesn’t notice the fact we’re dating. Besides, it’s fun to see her try.” you sigh, feeling Wanda’s hand thread through your hair. “Although I’m still mad about the door.” “Bertie was very convincing and I panicked.” Wanda retorted, before leaning over to kiss your lips. “Forgive me now?”

Tai Chi lessons were something May does every day, she had a strict little routine. Every day she would wake up at 6:30 in the morning and practice. Then she’d go get something to eat, and maybe shower if there’s time. One morning however, despite her carefully planned routine, there was a wrench thrown into the mix.

Y/N

The agent had woken up just around the time Melinda began to practice Tai Chi, and curiously watched her. Melinda only sighed and asked the poor (most likely shy) agent if they wanted to join her. They said yes. So Melinda has been spending the mornings practicing Tai Chi with Y/N and the agent would make Melinda breakfast in return for the lessons.

It was a comfortable little routine, and…Melinda found herself eagerly waking up to practice Tai Chi and to eat with Y/N lately. It made her heart thrum happily…and happiness was an emotion she thought she had locked away so long ago.

One morning however, Y/N had failed to show right at 6:30. At first, Melinda didn’t care much for it, thinking they were late. But 6:30 became 7 o’clock…and Y/N never showed. Maybe they were asleep?

So Melinda walked over to the agent’s room, only to pass by them in the hall. “Morning, Y/N.” Melinda says. “You missed our training.” There was something up with the agent. Their eyes were avoiding looking at her, they were fidgeting, and their body posture had become rigid. “Had something happened?”

“Just…slept in.” Y/N answered. “I’m sorry I got stuff to do.” And just like that, they brushed past May without even sparing a single glance at her.

This was a dance that went one for a week now, and Melinda was sick of it. So she went to do some digging. She first went to talk to Coulson, who only answered her with a shrug of his shoulders. Next came Daisy and Jemma, the former snickering behind her hand and Jemma only letting out a sigh and shake of her head. Fitz and Mack were next, and while the mechanic did give May some advice to just talk to Y/N…Fitz seemed to be cackling the moment May had left them to their devices.

So that’s what May did next, go find Y/N and talk to them.

The next day, right at 6:30, Melinda walked over to Y/N’s room and knocked on the door. “Y/N?” she asked. “We need to talk.” There was silence, and the shuffling of cloth…were they trying to hide? “I know you’re in there. I can hear you moving.” Melinda chuckled to herself as the agent murmured curses under their breath before opening the door.

“Morning, May.” Said Y/N, still dressed in their pajamas. “What did you want to talk about?”

“May I come in?” Melinda asks, as Y/N hesitates but steps aside to allow the woman in. The agent closed the door behind May who stood in the middle of the room with arms folded across her chest. “You’ve been avoiding me, and skipping our lessons, for the past week.” Scolded the woman. “Why?”

“I’ve just…been tired.” Y/N answers, still staring at the ground beneath them.

“Bullshit.” Melinda huffs out. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Her voice goes quiet. “Have I done something wrong?”

“H-Huh?!” Y/N gasps, before waving their hands around frantically in panic. “N-No! You did nothing wrong! I-I’m just…coping.”

“Coping?” Melinda questions, before taking a step closer and placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Why?”

“That….um….you…and…Coulson…are…a…thing…?” Y/N answers, taking quite a bit of effort to spill it out to her.

“Coul…son?” Melinda stares at Y/N, flabbergasted and takes a step back. “Coulson and I?”

“Y-Yeah.” Y/N begins to twiddle their thumbs. “You two were flirting a week ago when he came to watch us do Tai Chi together and-“ “You think Coulson and I are a couple?”

Y/N cringes. “Or, at least have feelings for one another…?”

Melinda goes silent, scarily so. She smiles, softly before suddenly pressing her lips against the agent’s. Y/N melts into the gesture and when they part, Melinda chuckles, “I have a thing for you…and the food you cook.”

“Hehe.” Giggles the other agent, most likely feeling pretty giddy. “Right, I haven’t cooked for you in a while.” “How about you owe me a month’s worth of pancakes, hm?” hums Melinda, taking Y/N’s hand into her own. “Extra syrup.”

Diana Prince, being the princess of the Amazons and all, I expect her wanting to teach you how to defend yourself. She has dozens of enemies, and she’s often away because of Justice League business and saving the world and shit, so she’d feel assured if you knew how to defend yourself. I believe that since she prefers a sword, she’d teach you to use that weapon first, other than your fists and legs.