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Secret Identities

Summary: Freddie's overeager adoptive parents jump at the chance of securing a new friend for their kid. The person they have in mind is Zach, someone Freddie has not typically gotten along with. Can they settle their differences? Or will their already fragile relationship be torn asunder?

"It'll be so much fun!" his mom, or as most knew her, Violetta, squealed, pulling Freddie in for a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're hanging out with kids your age!"

"Or, at least, close to your age," Aster, or Mama as he called her, remarked. She dropped a soft kiss on his head once Violetta reluctantly let him out of the hug. 

"Plus, you already know him so well- from that time you guys spent living together!"

Freddie had shared the past traumatic experiences of his life with his new mums, and they had been very supportive, sending him to therapy and making sure he had a happy and secure environment to fall back on. Unfortunately, this also meant expanding his friend group, something he generally found difficult to do. His superior intellect, while it helped him make leaps and bounds in different research projects with prominent scientists of the time, meant he struggled to relate to many other people. He had been a lot closer to Bella than he’d been to Zach, though he tolerated her since she shared his love of learning. Zach was nice enough, but not generally his taste. His mums had already met Bella and practically fallen in love; Bella’s social skills made it difficult for anyone to be repulsed by her. They’d been ecstatic by the first “friend” they’d met, so it made sense they’d jump at the opportunity for him to make another.

A phone call later, Zach was scheduled to come over that coming weekend. Freddie had spent the entire week mentally preparing for the visit. When his studies and various scientific projects hadn’t served as enough of a distraction, he decided to spend Thursday and Friday behind his closet. Shortly after moving in with his adoptive moms, he had divided his spacious closet in two - the front was his sparse wardrobe and behind was a secret compartment. Inside it was a haven to him. His prized comics made up one wall, while the other was plastered in superhero posters. A display case proudly presented the Spidey-serum along with an imitation of most of Hawkeye's arrows, and a round shield he'd started experimenting with. He picked it up and made his way to the workbench underneath a poster. He'd been experimenting with different compounds to coat the shield in that would make it significantly more durable.

Before he knew it, hours had ticked by on Friday afternoon, and his momma was calling him down to dinner. Throughout the affair, his mom eagerly asked questions about Zach. Momma was a lot less apparent with her enthusiasm, but Freddie could see her happy at the thought of his life being improved. He sighed inwardly and answered Mom's barrage of questions as genuinely as possible, trying not to let his apathy and somewhat distaste of the situation seep through.

Finally, Saturday afternoon rolled around. Freddie had spent the morning the same way he'd spent the previous two afternoons - working on the chemical compound for the mock Captain America shield.

"Freddie! He's here baby!" Mom's voice broke into his treasured workflow. Freddie groaned, tilting his head back to roll his eyes at the ceiling. Reluctantly, he traipsed downstairs. Zach was standing in the doorway taking his shoes off, his hair a much darker blond than usual, damp with a few strands dangling in front of his eyes. The boy on the doorstep grinned winningly, a sharp contrast to the sneer on the boy on the stair's face. He flicked his eyes over his mothers' faces. Mom was beaming while Momma's lips quirked into a small smirk, the equivalent of her jumping up and down in excitement. 

Freddie stifled another groan. "Come on then." Zach's smile morphed in a mischievous grin. The main reason the pair tolerated one another during the apocalypse was because of the need to survive. That and Bella, who could be relied on to break up any of their fights. Zach loved getting on Freddie's nerves and judging by the smug look on his face and the exaggerated swagger he was looking forward to that afternoon. Freddie pushed open the door to his room. Without hesitation or prompting, Zach fell into the beanbag by the window. Freddie sniffed and looked Zach up and down. "You smell like chlorine."

His lanky figure sprawled out on the beanbag, Zach shrugged. "I went swimming this morning." His curly hair was in larger clumps than usual and stuck out at odd angles. 

"And you didn't shower?" Freddie’s voice was full of contempt.

“I did,” the brevity of Zach’s reply irked the smaller boy.

“But you didn’t smell like chlorine before.”

The older boy shrugged again. “It’s swim season. The smell won’t go away until it’s over. Though I’m thinking of doing it the whole year this time.” His gaze lifted to the ceiling thoughtfully. 

Freddie wrinkled his nose in disgust. He understood the health appeal of extreme physical exertion as sports, but he couldn’t imagine how anyone could enjoy them, or the ludicrous lengths people pursued them.

“Freddie!” his Mom hollered from downstairs.

“Coming!” he called back, before turning to Zach. “Don’t touch anything. I’ll be back soon.”

Zach waited until he heard Freddie's methodical footsteps fade downstairs before springing up from his beanbag. He dashed to the bedside table and started going through the drawers. He almost slammed them shut when they yielded nothing blackmail-worthy, the fear of Freddie hearing him stopping him. After peering under the bed, Zach sauntered to the wardrobe and poked his head inside. He almost gave up when a sliver of light caught his eye. He squeezed into the wardrobe, and, ignoring the faintly glowing keypad, swung the loose back panel open. Inside was a veritable treasure trove of posters, collectibles, and comics of various heroes. Zach grinned and whipped out his phone. 

Suddenly Freddie called. "I'm back!" Zach groaned under his breath. "You'd better be in that beanbag...oh no." Freddie's quiet pacing drew up to the wardrobe. "GET OUT! I don't care what my moms will say. OUT! OUT NOW! Put your phone on the bed and stand by the door." Reluctantly, Zach retreated from the hidden room. He put his phone on the bed and went to lean on the wall by the door. 

"So, you like comics," Zach said lightly.

Freddie was bright red as he tapped on the older boy's phone. "Quiet," he seethed. He handed the phone back to Zach, having gone through it, looking for photos of his treasured room. "If you tell anyone about this your reputation will be ruined before you can say 'tesseract.'"

"Okay, Sheesh. You need to chill out little man."

"Get out of my house."

"Fine, fine. What am I going to tell your moms?" He asked around the door as he started down the hall.

"That's your problem now." With that, Freddie slammed the door, clipping Zach's nose.

Zach shrugged. Once downstairs he called out, "I just got a text. I have to go, I'm so sorry. Thank you for having me in your lovely home!"

"So soon? That's a shame." The more spritely woman skidded around the corner, the quieter one following closely behind at a more stately pace. "Do come back sometime."

He grimaced at the door before turning around with a winning smile. "We'll see." He waved as he walked down the path, and, swinging one leg over his bike, called out one more time. "Bye! Have a great weekend!"

The last thing he heard before he rounded the corner was, "You too, sweetie!"

~

“So you yelled at him then kicked him from your house?” Freddie could hear the stifled laughter over the phone. After banishing Zach from his home the day before, he'd called Bella to get a second opinion on the situation.

He sighed, "Yeah. But I'm in the right! He was snooping when he wasn't supposed to!"

"I guess. Did you talk to him or did you just interrogate him?" Freddie could hear her smirk at his silence over the phone. "That's what I thought. So do you want my advice on how to fix this?"

Freddie mumbled, "I mean, I don't really want to. He's not that great of a person anyw-"

"What was that?" Bella cut him off.

"Nothing. Please help me," the plea stuck in his throat.

"I thought so." she was unbearably smug. "Now, I want you to invite him over again. Apologize, then show him the room."

"What?!" he exploded.

"Calm down and hear me out. You will show him your room and give him a comic."

"WHAT!?"

"Just follow my advice and you'll be fine." her voice was soft as if she was soothing a spooked animal.

"You know what? I don't think I will," with that, he hung up.

On the other end of the line, Bella smirked at the silent phone. "I'll give him until Friday," she said to herself.

He broke on Thursday.

~

On Thursday night, he was sitting at dinner, his issue with Zach gnawing at him. He pushed his dinner around the plate.

"Not hungry, baby?" Mom asked, concerned.

He sighed and put down his fork. "I am. I was just wondering if Zach could come over this weekend," he choked the words out.

Momma raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? You seemed a bit te-"

Mom cut her off with an elbow to her gut. "Of course, honey! I'll text his family after dinner. But no guarantees. We don't know how busy he is."

"Thanks." Freddie went back to his dinner, zoning out of the conversation while reliving last Saturday and planning and replanning the coming weekend.

Luckily, Zach was free that weekend. He came over the same time as the week before, in much the same state - damp, messy hair, chlorine smell, cocky attitude. He steeled himself against the older boy's smug and brazen attitude and managed not to snap on multiple occasions as they tramped up to his room.

"I never thought I'd be back here," remarked Zach incredulously as he strode up and sat on the beanbag he'd been on the week before.

"Mmm." Freddie was on the bed, head in his hands, feet dangling, his legs not long enough to brush the ground. He was seriously reconsidering inviting over the other boy again.

Zach sat forward in the beanbag, "I think it's safe to assume you didn't just invite me here to hang out."

The smaller boy sighed and threw himself backward onto his bed. He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it. Zach winced from his seat but didn't move, looking on with more curiosity. Freddie heaved himself up, a few strands of his carefully gelled back inky hair astray and began speaking again, his eyes slit, "I brought you here to propose a truce." He plowed through the stunned, heavy silence. "I thought over our last interaction and -" he was cut off with a cough from Zach which clumsily masked "totally Bella". Freddie glared down at him. "And I want to attempt to improve the terms between us, so," he scooched over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, flipping up a secret compartment and pulling out three well-loved comics - Spiderman, Ironman, and Guardians of the Galaxy, some of Freddie's favorites. The bottom corner was thin and a little frayed, and the spines were white with creases but other than that, they were in pristine condition. "I'm going to lend you some of my graphic novels."

Zach snorted, "You mean comics?"

"Sure," huffed Freddie. "Read them, and then you can understand why I like them. But understand this." He hopped down from the bed and stalked over to where Zach was lounging on the beanbag. He grabbed the collar of the bigger boy's shirt and yanked it upward, lifting Zach's indifferent gaze to meet his own smoldering eyes. Zach gulped, never having been so scared of someone so much smaller than him. "If you crease, tear or so much as think of damaging those comics, your life will be ruined before you can say 'vibranium.'" With that, he released his grip on the shirt.

"Yes, sir," Zach playfully saluted Freddie, who rolled his eyes exasperatedly. "So now what?"

Freddie shrugged, "Do what you like. Leave, stay, I don't care. I'll be working on a project in the room. Don't disturb me. However," he paused at the doorway of the closet. "I'd advise you to stay here at least twenty to thirty minutes to avoid Mom's suspicion. Unless you want her to perform an investigation on your social life to try and determine why you're so flighty…"

"Got it, thanks," said Zach, grateful. He pulled out his phone and played around for a bit.

About half an hour later, he called out he was leaving. Miraculously, Freddie emerged from his "lab", if only to give him a plastic bag for the comics. With a final threat over the safety of the lent material, he sent Zach off, whose trip home was uneventful.

~

Once he arrived home, Zach thumped up to his room. He pulled out one of the comics and flipped through the pages, skimming the fading words and pops of color. He rolled his eyes, dismissing the childish trinkets. He pulled out the rest of the comics and stuffed them into his school bag, promising himself that he’d read them later, and pulled out his homework.

At his desk, he sighed and slumped forward, resting his head on the hard, cool wood. His leg bounced with unspent energy. Sitting up again, he attempted two more questions, but his mind remained fuzzy and blank. He leaned back on his chair, eyeing his window and the tree branch that brushed it. Resigning himself to an unproductive afternoon, he jumped up and made his way to the window. Leaping with practiced ease, he swung his way to the floor, mucking around with a basketball until it was too dark to play.

The comics sat unbothered until Tuesday afternoon, at which point they were smushed and creased by a tennis racket. They settled further into his bag and drifted further into the back of Zach’s head, the upcoming swim tournament, and tennis trials taking priority in his week. Any time not spent on homework or sports practice was on his phone, winding down for the day by texting friends and playing video games.

The next two weeks flew by in a similar pattern, the comics lay forgotten at the bottom of his bag, keeping half a year’s worth of forgotten permission slips company. Finally, a free weekend rolled around, so Zach made his way over to Freddie’s house, the plastic bag the younger boy had given him dangling carelessly from his bicycle handles. As he pulled up to the gate, Zach glimpsed a small black head duck away from the partially closed blinds. He smirked. Pulling up to the front door, he leaned his bike on sturdier shrubbery and walked up to the door and knocked twice before ringing the doorbell, obeying the flowy writing on the flowery sign underneath the house number. He heard rhythmic tapping approach the door before it was flung open and he was enveloped by the more eager of Freddie’s mums. She brushed his cheeks with her own, making kissing sounds like in French greeting, as the other stood to the side, stifling laughter at Zach’s reddening face, his discomfort at the overwhelming attention apparent. When he finally escaped, he gave the pair a two-fingered salute before dashing upstairs. He burst into Freddie’s room, panting. “Wow, your mom can be a bit…”

“Much, I know,” Freddie sighed. “Now sit. Tell me how you enjoyed the simpler side of my refined taste.”

“Um,” Zach awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t read any.”

“You’re kidding me.” Zach shook his head, making Freddie huff exasperatedly. “You had two weeks. Surely you had some free time.”

Shrugging, Zach said, “I did. I just spent it on other things.”

“Did you at least start one?”

The older boy shook his head.

“Maybe we can find something more your taste. Pass the ones I lent you to me.”

“You’re really trying to make this work, aren’t you,” remarked Zach as he passed the bag over.

“I guess. I don’t like giving up, and besides, I have nothing better to d- what did you do?” Freddie’s casual statement darkened as he peered at the contents of the bag. Inside, the comics were warped and horribly creased. “Ironman” even had a rip in the back cover. Freddie took a deep shuddering breath and pinned the damaged comics on his closet doors with his shaking hands. “Where were these for the past fortnight?” His voice quavered with pent up rage.

“In my school bag. They must've been pushed to the bottom and jostled around a bit. Sorry, I didn’t realize they meant so much to you.”

Freddie let out a burst of hollow laughter, “Surely you can’t be serious, I threatened you multiple times, and I have an entire room dedicated to those. How much more could someone care about something?”

Zach scuffed the floor from the bed. “Not much, I guess. I really am sorry. I got distracted during the week and didn’t pay them enough attention. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Freddie paused in the preparation of a rant. The older boy seemed genuinely remorseful. I might seriously regret this, he thought, as he decided to give Zach another chance. “N-no. I’ll patch them up myself, I don’t trust you not to ruin them more.” Zach winced. Freddie continued, “I think I have the perfect comic for you. And this time, it’s staying in my room so it doesn’t get damaged and so I can make sure you’re reading it. I ought to have a copy, so maybe…” he trailed off, continuing his speculations in his head as he disappeared into the back room. In the silent bedroom, Zach got up from the bed, which creaked in relief from the removed strain, and made himself comfortable on the beanbag.

Finally, Freddie emerged from the room, brandishing identical comics that declared “Captain America.” He handed him the comic before flopping onto the bed himself and opening his own. They sat in silence for five minutes until Freddie spoke up, "Get off your phone."

"What are you talking about?" The telltale click of the screen shutting off made Freddie smirk at Zach's faux innocent statement.

"I'm not deaf I heard you turn it off just now."

"Fine," Zach huffed. "How did you know anyway?"

"You weren't turning pages. And five minutes is plenty of time to finish at least one page, especially for a comic. Besides, the beginning has action and suspense and you didn't react to anything."

"Huh," Zach mused.

"Please just try. I know you don't read much, but this is mostly pictures.  Even your small brain ought to be able to process it. Maybe you can put your phone on the floor?" Freddie's voice pitched up at his last statement.

Zach rolled his eyes and slid his phone to the ground, deciding to humor the small boy. His efforts seemed genuine and his earnestness was sweet.

Sure enough, not three minutes later, Zach was enraptured in Steve Roger's story. Freddie smirked on the bed which widened into a smug grin at every gasp, occasionally sneaking glances at Zach's awed face. A little over half an hour later, Zach carefully tossed the comic at Freddie's feet, landing it on the other copy. "Please tell me you have more," Zach's voice was taut with hope.

Freddie scoffed, a triumphant grin plastered across his face, "Didn't you see my room? I have almost every single comic. Not all of them are on display, though."

The rest of that afternoon was spent in near silence. It was punctured by a few gasps, giggles, and triumphant whoops and some of the sweeter victories. Miraculously, Zach finished all the Captain America comics and started Spiderman.

Halfway through the first Spiderman comic, Zach looked outside for the first time in hours. "Geez! It's dark already?"

"Huh," Freddie was unsurprised. Spending hours rereading comics and working on his favorite projects made him lose track of time more often than not, so sudden unnoticed hours flying by wasn't out of the ordinary.

"I should probably go," Zach was forlorn, before perking up slightly. "Do you mind if I take a few comics home."

Zach sighed, lifting his gaze to the ceiling thoughtfully. "I suppose. You seem to see the value in the graphic novels now, so you probably won't damage them." His eyes drifted back to the older boy, who was on the edge of his seat in anticipation. "Fine, take them. But come back sooner this time so you haven't fewer chances to ruin them."

"Of course!" Zach reassured the boy sprawled out on the bed, "There's no way any of these will be so much as creased under my watchful eye." He winked.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "What day this week will you come over?"

"Umm… I don't have any fr-" Zach started to explain.

"Make time. You are coming over."

Zach huffed, exasperated. "I'd forgotten," he muttered under his breath, "how annoying you can be."

Freddie ignored the comment as he emerged from the secret room with two comics, handing them to Zach, who was still on the beanbag. "Now leave before I change my mind."

"You got it chief," Zach gave him a two-fingered salute as he strode out the room, pausing at the door as his movement in his peripheral vision caused him to whip around, catching Freddie with his tongue out. He raised an eyebrow at him, causing the tips of his ears to redden. Zach snorted.

"Go," spluttered Freddie.

Zach flew down the stairs two at a time. "I'm going now," he hollered, "thanks for having me!"

Aster and Violetta, as they insisted he address them, rounded the corner. The only reason Violetta wasn't skipping around the corner ten paces ahead of her wife was Aster's hand on her shoulder, holding her back.

"Surely, you're not planning on cycling home alone, in the dark?" Violetta simpered.

"Uh, I guess?" replied Zach.

"Absolutely not! It's not safe for someone your age." Violetta rebuked.

"It's really not," agreed Aster. "We'll drive you home."

"Oh, no," Zach protested, finishing lacing his shoes. "It's fine. I know my way, it'll be fine."

"Nonsense," insisted Violetta. "Our car has plenty of room for both you and your bike."

Zach sighed, knowing they wouldn't let up until he caved. "Okay. Thank you so much."

"It's no trouble."

~

Over text, Zach managed to organize to come over on Wednesday. He burst through Freddie's bedroom door to an empty room. "Hello? Freddie?" He heard sniggering from somewhere in the room. He peeked into the comic room and rifled through the wardrobe in front.

"Look up, moron," He heard from above him. Freddie was crouched against the ceiling. "Pass the comics up." Zach handed the comics up for inspection before laying back on the floor to avoid straining his neck. "Not bad," Freddie remarked. "You didn't do any damage. Well, no major damage. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you're one of the heathens that doggy-ears pages." He glared down at Zach, who shrugged.

Sensing the building annoyance, Zach quickly changed the subject. He hauled himself off the floor and sat on the bed, tilting his head to focus on Freddie, who was still in the middle of the roof. "So now I know where that's from. I knew you couldn't come up with good original ideas."

"Hey!" Freddie protested, before suggesting "I have a few other projects back there. One in particular I think you'll like."

Zach's eyes shone with excitement. "What are you waiting for then?"

Freddie grinned back before motioning to the beanbag. "Would you mind pulling that over? I don't feel like walking down the walls." Once the cushioning system was below him, Freddie jumped hard and curled himself into a ball, landing with an "oomph". Picking himself up, he strode into the back room, so light on his feet he was practically skipping. He returned with a large metal circle and several souped-up arrows. "Catch," he called, frisbeeing the disk, Zach diving to catch it, saving it from clattering to the ground, as the throw fell short.

He examined it, flipping it over and spinning it a few times. "Is this?"

Freddie nodded earnestly, "A replica of Cap's shield. I'm experimenting with a chemical compound that will increase its durability. And these," he brandished the arrows, "are replicas of Hawkeye's arrows. I'm pretty sure you've seen him once or twice by now."

"I have. Hey...can I try the Spiderman thing out were using?"

Freddie hesitated, "Well, it's a bit of a pain to make, so I generally save it for special occasions."

"Like scaring me?" scoffed Zach.

"Shut up and read," Freddie tossed him the next issue of Spiderman, confidant in the athlete's catching ability to make up for his poor hand-eye coordination.

They were barely four pages in before Zach spoke up, "I wish there was something I could do to bring another...hero item to life."

"Other than being my lab rat to test the supersoldier serum and other stuff, there's not much more you're good for."

They sat in silence for a little longer before Freddie made a suggestion. "Maybe an Avengers comic can spark an idea in your weak brain."

Zach protested weakly as he accepted the comic, eager to get sucked into another hero's journey. To his delight, he found six heroes to invest in. As he read, he turned over different possibilities for weapons to bring to life. Finally, something clicked. "Hey, Freddie?"

"What?" The small boy poked his head out of the makeshift lab, where he was working on the shield.

"What about an Ironman suit?"

"No," he dismissed. "It's way too complicated. As much as I hate to admit it, it's out of my depth."

"Why don't we ask Bella?" Zach heard something clatter to the ground at his statement. He smirked, pleased he'd come up with something Freddie hadn't.

"Grab my phone, now." Freddie dashed out of the room and launched himself onto the bed. Zach grabbed it from the bedside table and sat next to him. After a quick squabble over who would ask, the phone ended up between them on speaker.

"Hey, boys," Bella answered after the second ring.

"Wh- how did you know?" Zach asked.

"Simple. Freddie doesn't normally call me on a weekday and I knew you two would reconcile."

"Oh."

"And I heard rumors you'd gotten into superheroes recently, which only confirmed my suspicions."

"You are a woman of many talents, Anabella."

"Thanks. Now," she cut off Freddie who was about to speak, "What do you need?"

Freddie held back his initial question, "Who said we needed something?"

"You never call me unless you need something. That goes for both of you."

Zach said sheepishly, "That's fair."

Freddie sighed, "Yeah, we do. Can you make an Ironman suit?"

"That's a tall order," she commented. "As friendly as I am with you two, that's going to require funding or hands-on help. Preferably both."

"Okay. When can you get started?"

The line was silent for a moment as she pondered the proposition further. "This coming break. I'm swamped with work right now, and I'm sure you are too, Zach." 

He winced. "Yeah, I am."

A faint tapping and rustling filtered across the line. "If you send the money soon, I should be able to get the material to start early. It might even be ready before the break if everything goes according to plan."

"Thank you, Bella," they chorused.

She chuckled, "No problem boys. Bye." She hung up.

The pair exchanged fervent looks, eyes brimming with eager fire.

"This is going to be awesome."

I wanted to post something so I'm actually active. So here, a bullet fic set in an alternate universe and the world's first taste of The Perfect Family. (And a little more context, in this AU at the very least, Aster owns and regularly rides a motorcycle. This is the first time Freddie is taken on a ride on it)

- because of something that I'm not going to spoil, high speed vehicles are stressful, so a bit of panic at first

- but he would agree because he'd guess it'd make Aster happy

- they'd kit him in motorbike gear - heavy leather jacket and pants and a good helmet - it'd be too big and would hang off him

- when on the bike, he'd cling to Aster so tightly, like fingers white, no amount of force would break his grip

- his eyes would be shut the first 5 or so minutes and he'd be shaking

- Aster knows fear when she sees it so she knew that he was afraid, so she didn't do any fancy turns until he's enjoying himself

- eventually, he'd get over the g-force similar feeling (spoilery there, you're welcome) and he'd open his eyes and start to enjoy they freedom of flying down the road

- he'd probably yelp a bit when he realises the wind was messing up his hair

- on the first turn, he'd absolutely pAniC and cling almost as tight as before

- he'd be a bit stiff coming off the bike, so he'd waddle over to Vi and just stretch his arms out so she could help him take off the copious amount of protection

- later, whenever Aster would offer a ride, if you looked very closely the moment she'd suggest it, you'd see a very genuine and excited smile and a spring in his step

We're totally going to do that at some point. Totally, definitely won't take forever.

I can't wait to share everything though

youve talked about a ton of aus. share your favorite? or one your working on right now

FRICK hskpaupa I have so many favorites,,, the perfect family is, of course, perfect,,, and also I love the family au we have, which eve described here,, and right now we’re working on one that deals with a character eve has hinted at but not formally introduced,,

eventually, I will post a complete list of aus, which I will update whenever a new one is created

OH I LOVE ROZ AND HER SON😳😍

yes I read both books and god, they're good.

Even tho it is for grade levels through 3-7 it was fun to read.

When I was drawing Roz it was all drawn by memory, I didn't use reference but it looks good enough.