Mandy’s—or rather, Blonde Blazer’s—past relationship with Phenomeman was difficult. He never showed interest in the real side of her, the one without the flashy cape, and striking blonde hair. The version of her that yearned for a simple movie-night on the couch, or a date looking up at the stars, without that silly necklace sitting over her chest, keeping her identity at bay. For a while, she wondered if that was for the best, perhaps Blazer was the better side of her after all.

And then you came, in all your beautiful, accepting, and unforgiving glory. A charming, empathetic woman, and the missing piece to quell all her brewing insecurities and fear. You loved Blazer, a couple less inches and brunette hair wouldn’t change that, and so you would love Mandy too. That’s what she hoped.

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“You’re not… turned off?” She asks with a self-deprecating chuckle, standing before you in that silky blue dress as she fiddles with a strand of her now brown hair. “If this is too much, I can change back—“

“No, Mandy.” You step forward, wiping the look of surprise from your face and reaching for her hands. “…Forget the stupid amulet.”

Mandy blinks, her blue eyes almost painfully glossy as if you had blurted some unspoken rule. Just hearing her name on your lips is enough, enough to know that she’s more than just Blazer.

“There’s just… expectations. They always see Blazer first. You saw Blazer first.”

“Babe. I just found out my girl has not only one hot form, but two.” You tease softly. “You look gorgeous.”

“This is meant to be sad, you ass. ” She cracks a smile and bats your shoulder before her expression sours once more. “This is a big difference.“