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Morgan slides over the heat ray gun. “Thanks for letting me borrow this for my last heist. I owe you one Cam.”
Camille hands them a travel mug “No favor needed but if you have time can you tell me how a certain dog hero is doing?” She sits down across from them on her private porch.
Morgan takes a sip instantly recognizing their favorite cursed mocha. “Him and a certain professor are planning on going on a trip to Hawaii for about 10 days.”
“Hawaii!?” She pouts “I wanna go.”
Morgan smirks at her “I have the dates we could crash the whole event.”
She sighs, taking a couple bites of french toast. “No we shouldn't. It sounds like he has found the one. No matter how evil we are, we should not completely scare away from him.”
They sit down across from her grabbing a fork to steal a couple bites from her dish. “Have you given him the shovel talk yet?”
“Not yet… Have you?”
“When I realized he took Baraby out on the first date I captured him in a death trap and told him something like ‘If you break his heart I will trap him in an eternal maze until you slowly die of starvation.” Posing dramatically.
She laughs, "What about your no killing rule? Would you truly break that for Bee?”
Morgan smirks “He doesn't need to know about that. He just needs to be fearful enough to not even think about breaking his heart.”
She slides the remaining of her meal towards Morgan. “Talking about broken hearts. How are you holding up?”
“It's been 3 years I'm over it.”
“Enough to start dating again?”
Morgan sighs “Probably not. I hate to admit how much that affected me. Therapy has helped, I just dont think I will ever be ready.”
She crosses her arms and glares away from them. “He was manipulative and you deserve so much better. If it was up to me I would kill him. But I know how you feel about fighting your own battles.”
Camille's black cat, Lara, jumps up on their lap and curls up as they pet her cheek. “It is what it is. At least it's over. I know there is not much out there for someone like me.”
Camile lets out a laugh. “I know a certain S tier that has been keeping an eye on you for 2 of those years.”
Morgan scoffs finishing their drink. “He is just a friend. Even if I wanted more, he is surrounded by powerful drop dead gorgeous options. Sure we are great friends, but there's no way he finds me attractive. It would never work.”
She takes the cup from their hand and places a hand on their knee. “It's not all about looks, Morgan. Take Rex for example he's Demisexual so he doesn't feel sexual attraction until after making a strong emotional connection with someone. Also you are very attractive. When you try, right now you look like a trash panda.”
They place a hand on their chest. “Rude! Am I at least a cute trash panda?”
She looks him over and smirks. “...No.”
Morgan Gasps. They stand but Camille grabs their hand. “Without thinking of anyone or anything else. If they asked you out, would you want to date Alex?”
Morgan pulls their hand back. “That's impossible.”
“But in a perfect world, no powers, no statuses, No looks. If it were possible in this scenario, What is your answer?”
Morgan throws an arm around their eyes. “Of course! Who could say no to him?! He's handsome, flusters easily, I love his laugh, he is kind to me! but he would never want me in that way.”
Camille stands next to them and she pulls them closer by their shoulder. “Darling. Would you be willing to play a game with me?”
Morgan peaks out from his arm “What are you up to Cam?”
She clasps her hands together. “Wait!”
She runs out of the room and returns with an ornate box. “So you know how you're non-binary?”
Morgan rolls their eyes. “Me? My gender?”
She smacks them gently. “I have a great new toy. It's inspired by Alexs ability to shapeshift. You can change your body with a click of a button.”
Morgan stares in awe. “I hate that but I kind of want it.”
She closes the box and smiles widely. “You can swim shirtless.”
Morgan's eyes widen and they fidget in place. “I CAN SWIM SHIRTLESS! What do you want for it?”
She thinks it over for a moment. “I will give this to you in a month. Everyday in that month I will send you a thirst trap either a photo or video. All you have to do is send me a thirst trap back within 24 hours.”
Morgan pulls their hoodie strings. “Just thirst traps?”
“Yes, think you can pull that off?” She puts the device on the table.
They pause before locking eyes with her. “Okay so worst case it's like a photo or video a day? I can do that.”
She holds out her hand towards them. “You can use props but no blatant sexting. I want tasteful thirst traps.”
They stare at the presented hand. “So, If I hold up my end of the deal I get the ray gun, But what if I fail to give you a reply by the 24 hour mark?”
Her eyes darken, glaring up at them. “I will show Alex all of the thirst traps you send me.”
Morgan takes a moment to think it over “I want that raygun either way. I highly doubt they would even care. If they ever had to see anything risky like that.” They grab the villain's hand.
Camille's famous cheshire grin appears. “Deal.”
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Camille starts it off that afternoon she towers over the camera angle to show off her long legs in a mini skirt.
Racoon:You could have been on the cover of Vogue but your legs must have been Too Long!
Crazy Cat Lady: If only I could reach the top self
Morgan gathers their haul for the farmers market taking out a banana, balancing their phone on the steering wheel. Sending one with their tongue touching the tip of the fruit.
Crazy Cat Lady: Get that Potassium!
Racoon:I only used it for the photo then I tossed it.
Crazy Cat Lady: That's wasteful!
Racoon:That's the point. I'm a villain.
The next day Camille sends a back lit photo with a tight dress, heels and a whip.
Racoon: WHERE DID YOU FIND A WHIP?
Crazy Cat Lady: I have my way
Crazy Cat Lady: :There's a horse riding club at the edge of town
Morgan attaches their phone to their ring light, hits record and pops their top three buttons undone with their hands.
Crazy Cat Lady: Morg, Did you just break your shirt?
Racoon: Yup. but it's fine, I can steal a new one
It continued for a few weeks getting more and more elaborate.
Camille in a bikini exiting a pool.
Racoon: Damn it I'm on a heist!
Crazy Cat Lady: Tik tok figure it out gremlin.
Morgan rushes to Karen “I need a favor. Can you take a photo of me while I grab the gem?”
Karen takes their phone “Sure love.”’
They get a great shot of them suspended from the ceiling, back arched and flipped upside down.
Crazy Cat Lady: STOP! That's so artful!!!! Should I get that framed?
Racoon: Don't you dare! Don't give Rex more of a reason to kill me.
Camille got help filming the next one she keeps her eyes on the camera but she drops onto someone's lap in a high slit dress.
Morgan glares at how well her chest bounces. “Damn it!”
Alex looks over from the TV ignoring the News.”What's wrong?”
Morgan looks around the room for any props with a sigh as they look over at their roommate. “Hey weird question, can you make a pole in our living room for like 5 mins?”
Alex tilts their head. With a snap a silver spinning pole appears in the center of the room “Great. Can you count down from 3 and record me for something?”
Alex gets handed a phone, he opens the camera app “Um okay 1.2.3.”
Morgan jumps on the pole and flips around and lands on their knees. They snatch their phone back and walk toward the kitchen "Thanks, I don't need that anymore."
Alex can't breathe "What?"
"Can you please get rid of it? It's going to get in the way of the TV." They take out a cup of noodles and switch on the instant tea kettle.
Alex snaps causing the pole to vanish. Jealousy seeps into his thoughts."Who was that for?"
"Eh, just an old friend."
His chest was tight as panic filled their faces. "A friend? Or something more?"
"Just a bet. I have less than a week left."
Alex turns on the couch to glare at them. "A bet?! Morgan what?!"
Morgan finally looks at their roomate. "Are you… Are you blushing?"
Alex throws their hood on, angrily sitting back down on the couch. Turning to look away. "I don't blush!"
Morgan can't stop the grin that takes over their face. "Was that because of me?"
He throws his hood on. "No!"
They close the distance to lean against the back of the couch. "Hey you wouldn't mind helping me record the last couple? No pressure I can ask Barnaby-"
"Yes." He clears his throat "I can make some time to assist you."
Morgan pulls back "Okay thanks." As soon as they are out of sight of Alex they feel their cheeks warm up. 'He finds me attractive?' A smile stuck to their face as they finished making their cup of noodles.
Camille sends a picture of her in an oversized sweater and wet hair spread out on her bed.
Racoon: That is not Chads Sweater
Crazy Cat Lady: It is stole it fair and square
Racoon: STOP
Morgan puts on a flowy skirt and thigh highs with a black sports bra with mesh top.
Alex drops his coffee cup on the counter.
Morgan catches him snapping the mess away. “Smooth!”
They have a light blush as his eyes trail up their body. "Wow you look- wow"
"I know skirts look stupid.” They rub a hand on their thighs. "They show off my scars too much. I know they are not pleasant to look at. "
Alex is mesmerized by the display of exposed skin. "That's not true! Your scars are Beautiful."
Morgan tugs at their skirt trying to hide their skin. "Stop distracting me, I'm in a time crunch." They hands the phone to Alex. "Okay, keep the Camera on me."
Alex nods, holding it steady. Morgan drops to their knees the skirt barely covering their underwear as they spread their legs looking up from the ground. "Perfect!"
They reach over hits send. They look up to see Alex biting their lip so hard it's bleeding. Morgan realizes they are still spread out on their knees in front of their best friend.
Alex brings a finger to his mouth realizing they are bleeding. "Fuck-Sorry!"
Morgan chuckles. "Thank you for filming."
"I should go clean up. I'll see you tomorrow." He snaps and vanishes from the living room.
Camile has a video of her licking a knife.
The next day, Morgan walks out in a suit and gloves. They move a chair in front of Alex.
Alex straightens their tie. "I didn't know you knew how to wear a suit."
They prepare the phone and hand it to Alex. "Yeah, I helped Chad tie his tie until I left home. Ready?"
Alex nods in the dimly lit room as Morgan glares at the Camera, loosens their tie with one hand then uses their mouth to remove their glove. "Good?"
Alex's voice trembles. "Yes Sir."
Morgan flushes "What?"
Alex slaps a hand over his mouth and slight panic flashes in his eyes. "Yes suuuuurey the video should be good." He tosses the phone to Morgan.
He finger guns them and walks into the porch sliding glass door.
Morgan smiles at their phone sending toto Cam.
Tomorrow is the last one. Alex arrives egear to help.
23.5 hours ago Camille sent a photo of her reading in a Backless sweater dress.
Morgan can't bring themselves to make one more. ‘What if I just let him see a month's worth? Would he hate it?’
15 mins
Alex places their coffee on the workbench as Morgan screws in a drone.
“Do you not want to film one today?”
“I just need to finish my project first, I'll be there in a moment."
Alex starts scrolling on his Twitter.
10 mins
Alex peaks over the couch. “Are you okay? You haven't been building but you are pacing.”
Morgan starts sorting unused supplies. “Yeah it's fine.”
He raises an eyebrow. “It doesn't sound fine.”
5 minutes
Morgan emerges from their workshop.“You would tell me if you hated me right?”
Alex looks over confused. “Morgan, I choose to live with you. I could literally live anywhere I enjoy your company. Did I do someone wrong? Why do you think I hate you?”
Morgan squeezes their hoodie strings. "No! I just- I know I play it cool but I dont have the best of self worth.”
Alex blinks at them. “Why?”
They rub their hands together. “Why what?”
Alex stands and grabs their hands. “Why don't you think you are worthy of my attention?” He guides them to the couch.
They sit down as Alex draps a blanket over their legs. “Well, You know how my family treated me. My power is useless, I'm weak.”
Alex sits down next to them. “Summoners are powerful, and you are more than just your power. You are smart, strong and so independent.”
Morgan flushes. “In my past relationships they would remind me how average I am. I have stopped trying for the most part. My curls are frizzy, my face is covered in freckles, my legs are hairy and I have so many scars.”
Alex smiles softly at them. “That's what makes you stand out. Your hair is uncontrollable like you. Your freckles and scars paint your body in a gorgeous pattern. It's just part of your design! Each scar has a story.”
He points to the burn mark on their wrist. "Remember when you tried to make soup at 3 am? Right when you finished you dropped your filled bowl. You tried so hard to catch it and got 3rd degree burns from punching the soup mid air?”
They cover their face. “There was soup everywhere!”
Alex laughs. “It got under the fridge too.”
Morgan lets out a playful laugh.
They hear a ping from Alex's phone. Oh. Yeah! They check their phone to see a message:
Crazy Cat Lady: Late, You know the rules.
Morgan throws the blanket over their head “Fuck, I am sorry!”
Alex grabs their phone to see an unknown number sent him a file. “What is this?”
“It's the thirst trap bet I was doing. I lost. You don't have to keep them, You don't even have to look at them if-” They hear a small whimper and peek out from the blanket.
Alex's face beet red, eyes locked on the screen and his hand over his mouth.
“Alex?”
His voice sounds so small. “S-S-Sorry.”
Morgan holds his arm pulling it away from his face. “Alex. Do you find me attractive?”
Alex closes their eyes and nods. He feels so exposed and vulnerable.
Morgan grabs his face bringing it closer. “Would you like to kiss me?”
Alex's eyes shoot open. “What sort of question is that? O-O-Of course.”
Morgan settles on their lap “Would you like to touch me?”
Alex Nods. He is rewarded with Morgan's lips against his. He grabs at their hips bringing them closer as Morgan runs their hands through his hair.
Morgan pulls away and rests their forehead into the crook of Alex's neck. "Damn it Camille was right and they are never going to let me live this down."