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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 4.1)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Seems like a Hirikka wants to be adopted. Thus, it was the Hirikka's presence that made things a lot more complicated for Geralt as he seemed to have a difficult time saying no to those doe eyes that you and the Hirikka had; leaving Jaskier to realize there was seriously something fishy about you and it was not just because of the witcher's frustration for his great abstinence that he badly needed a woman. Hence, there was something more.

Warnings: Fluff and tension from Geralt and Y/N! A tamed Hirikka who wanted to join the fam-bam! The word vagina and smash 😂 curse words and a very dramatic bard! Brief mention of Yoda. 😂 Soft! Geralt! 😍 Y’all can sense how Y/N has a crushie on the witcher. Taking care of an endangered species at home; but will eventually be freed when...it’s time.

Words: 4,100+

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Some people said that when you're on your way to a journey you never knew about, it would be as difficult as taking a trek up the Mount Everest; saying that the way back home was pretty much effortless because the right path home was already engraved inside your head.

Not for you. You were heaving breaths again as you were not even halfway through the forest till Geralt's house.

Your eyes scanned the whole woods. It was extremely vast, thick and humid. Thoroughly astir with life like you have never seen before. Never, even back in your dimension; in earth to be precised. The forest of Kaedwen was like a fantasy genre game that has came into life and you were completely astounded even though, you were hunched over your knees like a dog panting in heat.

You've heard his horse gallop, wheezing before you as you gave them both a huff of exhaustion; giving Geralt a nasty lour when you've breathed in another deep one. The witcher suddenly jumped off his horse as you carry one with heaving breaths when he'd abruptly called out for you.

"Come," He demanded; standing beside Roach completely poised and with authority. Both hands on his leather belt with those hypnotizing set of peepers fixated on you. His expression lukewarm.

A baffled crease of your forehead coming together as you stood up straight; lips forming a tight thin line full of enervation. You've sauntered to where he is, very languidly and feeling your soles hurt every now and then. With Geralt suddenly conscious of your limping form and the huge cape you were trying to keep away from dirt because you've held the ends of it as you walked through the forest. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

The witcher shell-shockingly tutted when you were at arms reach, shaking his head as he does so. You've felt him take a step closer, towering over you with a stare he could muster that can get your face boiling in twitterpatters.

His palpable warmth was radiating off you quite irresistible. Such a warmth that could want one person to be engulfed in all night against the crisp wind that the kingdom of Kaedwen can offer. A tempting gesture you've wanted to take but had no will to do because it'll be very much strange for a person who'd suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hug the warmth out of him because of the cold wind.

"Turn around," He deeply muttered, slightly leaning his chiseled face down to your side as if to whisper in your ear. You've felt the baffling goosebumps rise your skin; the familiar warmth suddenly itching your face once more like a charger that was about to explode.

Faces close to each other and the vision of him leaning down just to whisper in your ear was enough to make you stammer like a high-school girl again. His Aurum eyes undeniably clearer and different when stared at with only a few inches away. It was giving an effect that makes you question yourself what your name was when you already know what it is, that kind of effect as each day passes.

"Why--why are you so demanding---" you started with a wild stammer. One side of his lips lifting in an inconsiderable amount that got your heart pounding, "Turn. Around." Geralt repeated, very much firmer and clearer with that subtle mischief in his peepers.

The cheeky bastard knew what he was doing.

You've stood your ground. Your eyes narrowing at the Witcher with a tenuous amount of pout because of how he'd gotten out of the ordinary since the moment he'd given you his hooded cloak.

A brief amount of headstrong stares were shared before the other raised his white flag, wanting to roll his eyes at the disobediency. The tall, brooding man sighed exasperatedly before you've felt his gentle fingers hooking your hips and painstakingly turning you around to his satisfaction.

This was the first time he has held you in such way. Your breath hitched and Geralt definitely heard and felt how your body react to his touch. It was like he was injecting a fiery kind of warmth that shoot through your veins when he turned you around.

Your legs were submitting to his demand. He was like your master and you were his puppet that he could play with the strings. Totally controllable with just one whisper.

"A stubborn midget, indeed." He uttered, completely lackadaisical. You bit the insides of your lips in consciousness. Very attentive of his fingers tightly clasping your hips and his warmth radiating from behind.

Geralt couldn't help but get a whiff of that delectable scent you had. The irresistible scent that boils his emotions like fireworks popping in the sky. He deeply sighed, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed. A coherent growl coming out of his chest making you turn your head to the side; wanting to ask what was wrong because he seemed to be having a battle within himself.

His touch was sending you the shudders whenever you were having a date with one of your suitors. These suitors that eventually got tired of courting because of how boring you were in reality. They were just attracted to the outer beauty you had; the adorable expressions you make or a sweet voice that gives them the thrill of having you. But, when they finally had the privilege on seeing the real you; they suddenly stop and find another woman who was worth the courting.

Kind of disheartening but you were used to it. All the damn time. They've called you boring but you've called yourself an idiot for liking them a lot in the end when they were officially pulling away.

Though, with Geralt's touch; there was something different. Something that could get your heart feeling the thrill and comfort you wanted and needed that nobody could ever give and you were beyond dumbstruck because of it.

"Hold on to Roach," the witcher suddenly dictated as you were distracted by those fingers clasping your hips, "What---" you asked out of nowhere, feeling his hold go firm as he pulled you closer to him. The mellowness of your face growing hotter when you've also felt his breath on top of your hair. You were panicking, but in a good; thrilling way.

"---and jump when I carry you," he added with the gruffest tone he could perpetrate. Your hands were quick to grab onto Roach's body when all of a sudden, you've saw an animal sitting on the ground in your peripheral vision; only catching the silhouette of his body.

"Wa-wait," Geralt ceased to carry you onto his horse's back. A curious hum leaving his chest as he haven't carried you midway yet. The sound of feet shifting was heard and you've turned your soles to be met with a brown animal who also had a lanky torso, legs and feet to stand, with arms that had the same structure of a human. Big eyes in the shade of dirty yellow, a stout jaw and nose but with sharp teeth of a wolf.

"Geralt?" the sound of your voice consists of slight fright but also completely fascinated and with utter interest. No words were given to you when you've pointed at the Hirikka who stood on its feet, languidly blinking back at you with those doe eyes, "A walking puppy!"

You've given the Hirikka a toothy grin as you were enchanted by how adorable it is. The animal was beyond out of this world for you as there were no types of animals like it. The Hirikka slanted his head to the side, curiously watching what you were doing as he'd seen you smiling before he languorously tried to smile back but it appears as if he was threatening you and showing its teeth.

The witcher's eyebrows were met with a tight knot; thoroughly judging you from behind. It was the Hirikka he'd given an apple before you even met Cuthbert.

"---Or...It's...It's a walking cat!" you pressed on and pointed at the animal with no idea that it was already a monster standing before you. Your giggle was enough for Geralt to know that you were ecstatic for seeing a Hirikka rather than being scared. He kept silent and continued listening to your rambles, "---A big cat with the ears of Yoda!"

You were about to make a run for it; before Geralt held you in place and tugged you back with his hands still on your hips. Totally unaware that he was still holding you because it felt all natural for him to be touching you like that. Your eyeballs were close to having it pop out when you've felt him keep you rooted in your place as he mindlessly droned, "No, It's a monster. A Hirikka. An endangered one," he paused, feeling you sigh and notice the dejected pout you had because it wasn't just a normal animal but a monster to their world.

The latter was quick to back-paddle; trying to lighten your hopes up, "---But, harmless. Never fear, midget."

Your smile flared up into a grin, all teeth shown at the Hirikka with Geralt's enlightening statement before yanking your head back to meet those gold eyes staring back at you in humdrum. The upper portion of your head; hitting his armored chest with a soft thud. Those peepers of yours overflowing with perversity and a hint of beseeching.

"Geralt?" you beamed wider than ever before; hoping you looked worthy enough for the favor to be accepted.

The witcher dropped his hands to his sides, not even noticing he was holding you longer than he intended to. He crossed his sturdy arms with a look of irritability and refutation from the whole idea. He just knew what you were pointing out as you wanted to hug the Hirikka if he didn't pull you back.

"Can I---"

Geralt sighed a deep one; looking away as he wanted to roll his eyes, "No. Only a demented person will think of having a Hirikka as a pet,"

"I'm not taking him as a pet," you countered and wholly turned your body to give him that puppy eyes of yours, "---I'm befriending the cutie!" with a point of your fingers, the Hirikka smiled another one; entirely benign to even begin with. You've seen the Hirikka blink cutely and wanted to do everything just for Geralt to say yes. If you would be staying in their world, you might as well find something entertaining to get your weariness by taking care of a Hirikka rather than staring at Jaskier who slept all night like a big baby.

"No, you're wanting him to be a pet," Geralt retorted with another sigh of vexation; emphasizing the word 'want'.

Another sally was sent, "You told me it was already endangered," pause. "---The poor little thing needs to be taken care of especially that he's all alone and so hungry. You don't want him dying in starvation, right?"

Geralt groaned to himself, closing his eyes to relax himself from telling you that monsters can't be kept as a pet nor taken care of because they knew how to take care of themselves. Yet, there you are; looking at him like what a Hirikka appeared to be like as you were trying to act pretty cute just to have what you wanted.

"Creatures wandering in our world should be left untouched. Not be taken as a pet," the latter seethed with his jaw clenching when he was met with your twinkling, hopeful eyes.

However, you weren't backing down that easily. "Come on! Even just until I'm here then you can let him go, please? please? please?"

His face was in the correct wrinkle of a wince like he was close to punching a wall. Geralt hardly exhaled and gave you a grimace; a look that could get your knees turn to jelly because of how sexy it looked like. You were definitely out of your mind for finding a scowl attractive from a witcher you hardly knew about.

"Fuck," his cursing seemed to be a definite affirmation for your request and his next words confirmed your hunches, "---Fine!" he gruffly exclaimed.

Thus, you beamed back at the witcher and jumped excitedly, giggling in the process and resisting yourself from hugging him tight, "---Just don't fucking starve the horseshit because you're definitely going to be his next meal,"

Geralt didn't actually mean that because Hirikkas don't eat people. Just plants, fruits and sometimes animals when its that time of the month or a full moon.

Despite of trying to threaten you and having the chance to back out from your wishes, your smile even grew wider if that was even possible; snapping your fingers to tell him that you had something in your weird mind. "I'm naming him Kolby!"

The Witcher's forehead creased more, mouth turning into a frown as he beseeched, "Why?"

"What do you mean why? One deserves a name even a stone!"

He turned his back away from you, shaking his head to open his back that was latched behind his horse, grabbing onto another fruit. It was a plum. He threw the fruit towards the awaiting Hirikka who was now closer within an arms reach and the Hirikka gladly accepted it with a loud wheeze, "I'm not an idiot to be naming a stone, Midget." he gave you the side-eye.

You raised an eyebrow back at him; your smile never seem to be fading since the moment you had with him back in Cuthbert's house, "Says the person who's dressed up in an all-black costume like he was out of an action role playing game,"

"It's an armor," Geralt shut his bag closed, mouth forming a thin line from your naivety and how you weren't taking his world seriously. His voice turned a pitch lower and utmost gravely, "You don't know how this world is filled with beasts, Midget."

He turned his booted heel to see you still smiling back at him. Geralt hummed out of his habit and abruptly pulled you to his solid chest. The uttermost close proximity letting your smile fall from the action. You gaped up at him in question, when he'd given you an answer filled with a touch as he gently held onto your hips and turned you around like you were his stuff toy.

"Now, jump." he rasped. Before you could even comprehend, he'd lifted you with no sweat and you were holding onto Roach's body with all your life. Half of your torso still hanging onto his horse as he haven't lifted you all the way.

"Geralt!" you shrieked, his horse utterly huge for you to jump on by yourself with Roach neighing in the background.

To the witcher's unfortunate position, he was inches away from your clothed bum. His eyes narrowed at what was shown to his face; his nose flared as he stared, turning his head to look away with a displeased hum and seeing the Hirikka judging him from the side.

He glared at the poor harmless monster as it looked like he was judging him for even looking.

They've both stared like they were having a competition before you frustratingly quipped and pulled your whole body to raise your leg to the other but finding that it was quite difficult, "Help me! But, don't touch my ass!"

Geralt gave the Hirikka a death stare before he'd touch your clothed thighs; intentionally avoiding the bare skin of your legs. You could feel him shooting daggers across your back with no reason you'd know and finally had your legs across the other side when he'd pushed you through it. Your face was all red and mellow because of the fact that you've uttered out loud for him to not touch your ass; which was sudden. He wouldn't dare to touch it because who even are you to tell that he wanted to?

Well, you do if it was the other way around. If the bum was....his.

But, he didn't need to know that you lowkey wanted to tap it. The secret should be left alone.

"I-I don't know how to ride a horse," you stumbled over your words from the embarrassment and thought he wouldn't also ride, yet you were surprised when you've felt him grunt from behind; feeling his presence and jumping on his horse as he held onto the halter from behind you.

"Oh," was the only word you could muster as you felt yourself be caged in his brawny arms. Your face started to become beet red as you've realized the meaning of your random thoughts that ran behind your head. Those thoughts that planned to keep you from sleeping all night with the painful reality of not being able to go home yet and probably even the face of a certain witcher that was making the butterflies run wild inside your stomach.

You've finally arrived in their home with Kolby following behind you and Geralt when you were riding his horse.

At the present moment, Kolby was standing before their wooden door. It was Geralt's idea to welcome Ciri and Jaskier for his presence as it would be the best gift for the bard as a token for his benevolence and for keeping their friendship in tact and strong still.

There were padded footsteps behind the door and a booming voice resonating from behind it before the door opened and creaked as Jaskier came into view as he went on and on with his talkative mouth, "Why, Geralt! Have you enjoyed your conquest with Y/N--!!" his words were cut short as he shrieked and jumped on his spot when he was welcomed by a Hirikka that he'd seen before but very much smaller and midget looking.

Jaskier's baby blue eyes were wanting to come out of his eye-sockets as he fell back on his knees. Hastily standing on his feet as Ciri emerged from the kitchen to look at the commotion happening on their doorstep. The bard violently pointed at the Hirikka who stepped foot inside with its doe eyes scanning the whole cavern. "---IT'S ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS AGAIN! I thought he'd already tasted its painful demise from that foolish knight years ago?!"

You and Geralt followed suit after Kolby did; giving Jaskier and Cirilla a guiltless smile while the witcher was smirking behind you; specifically entertained by Jaskier's bolt from the blue.

"What's that creature doing in our home, Geralt?!" the bard jogged away from the harmless monster with a proximate amount of space where as he was already in the far end of their house with that scandalizing frown on his pretty face. You gave the Hirikka a soft pat on the head; automatically leaning closer from your sweet touch and purring in a way he does.

"His name is Kolby!"

To say Jaskier was shocked isn't enough. He was beyond flabbergasted. Extremely floored. "It has a name?!"

The Hirikka's feet was waggling in sheer pleasure; like an animal who loved being pet on the head. Jaskier gave you both a look of pique from how normal it was for you to be petting a Hirikka when a normal person would've stabbed the life out of the monster. "You---You are simply bonkers, Y/N!" he stood rooted on the ground, never paying a chance to get close to the three of you.

Cirilla excitedly strolled to where you were, Her eyes gleaming with pure curiosity and fascination. "What is it?" she'd manage to ask as she stepped in to give you and Geralt a hug for being safe as you've arrived home.

The princess dropped her feeble arms around you and aimed to look at the monster who was shorter than her, studying the monster with a crease of her forehead and noting how adorable its eyes were.

"It's a Hirikka, princess." Geralt dearly answered for you as he gently closed the door behind and stepped inside their home. Cirilla gave him a look before she went on with more queries, "Does it bite?"

The witcher gave her a small beam for reassurance as he shook his head, "Utterly harmless. Just don't starve the poor fella',"

Jaskier gave a glout and inspected the whole scene before him. "Are you perhaps short of a marble?!?!?" the message was sent to you or maybe to Geralt and Ciri as well when he'd gestured with his arms like he was gesturing how long his patience were wearing down for the stuff happening and the changes occurring when you've arrived.

You gave Kolby a short set of your tutting but it was actually for the bard who was judging you from a distance; caressing the Hirikkas head as Ciri wholeheartedly did as well.

"There, there, Kolby. Don't be sad. Jaskier is just mean because he's just sexually frustrated,"

Jaskier was quick to retort, his hands now on his hips as he eyed you who had been downright offended by your opinions, "I AM CERTAINLY NOT!" he bellowed with a huff and a sassy eyebrow raising from your banter. The latter pointed at the witcher behind you who had his smirk raised more than he intended to. Jaskier's vexation towards the Hirikka completely entertaining him that he couldn't help but emit a low chuckle from behind that certainly caught your ear as it was the first time you've heard him laugh. Hence, it was like the angels sung for you, "THE WITCHER BEHIND YOU IS! NOT ME!"

"---Tell me, Geralt," The sonneteer fixated his blue eyes on the man behind you. A frown etched on Jaskier's face, "Were you against this idea that the rat wanted a Hirikka as a pet?!"

Geralt crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the bard as he thought for a moment before giving him a mocking answer, "At first, yes."

"And now?"

The witcher kept his lips closed, just staring at the bard and trying not to smile back at him from how his mouth went completely ajar from his silence. Jaskier already knew what happened and what his answer is even though his question wasn't verbally answered by the man himself.

He knew Geralt wanted to smash. Maybe because he utmost needed it or not because you were just a woman with a vagina that could give him pleasure. There was something more for his hurried fondness for you. There was something more; deeper, greater and utterly unexplainable. Jaskier knew that the witcher had the hots for you as he was openly accepting what all you wanted and he wasn't just doomed because Ciri already had Geralt wrapped around her own finger with the fact that she was his child of surprise.

But, you weren't any child of surprise nor weren’t you a child. Though, you already had him wrapped around your own fingers by bringing home a Hirikka that he certainly doesn’t do ever in his life.

"---Of course, she'd managed to control your overly deluded fondness for her and used it to her advantage!" It was like he sounded to cry out. You couldn't help but giggle from how he was dramatically crying like a baby as Ciri continued petting the Hirikka for you.

Jaskier exhaled a breath, loud enough for you to hear his denial about the whole Hirikka saving thing. He sent the witcher a glare full of aggravation, "I am utmost disappointed in you, Geralt!" and he shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose when he continued to wail like a kid.

"---Please tell me he's not sleeping beside me,"

Geralt hoarsely scoffed as it turned into a smile that appeared faultless. He nodded his head towards the Hirikka who shortly licked Ciri's face as he gestured for the tamed creature, "If I'd choose you between Roach to be noshed for his satiation, you know what my answer would be, bard."

Jaskier groaned to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose tighter and having a mental breakdown for meeting a Hirikka on their doorstep and even getting to live with one when he'd seen his species get killed by a knight and now it was going to sleep where he takes his nap. It was stressing him, everything is.

"Great, utterly great," he muttered with his eyes closed, one last sigh given as a sign of submission for everyone who stood before him.

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Weapons Training

Summary: Agent Whiskey has another encounter with the woman who took his watch.

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Female OC (Future Agent Brandy)

Word Count: ~2000

Rating/Warnings: PG, but overall SFW - Whiskey has some dirty thoughts.

Author’s Note: Another installment of Agent Brandy - reuploaded because tumblr mobile thought an edit meant “oh, okay, I’ll delete this whole post!” Punk ass bitch... Anyway, as mentioned before, not all the drabbles in this universe will be strictly chronological.

First part here!

The memo went out a week or so after Whiskey’s encounter with (the pickpocket) the hopeful agent: The recruitment session was over and two new agents would soon be joining their ranks. The next several days for the recruits would be spent honing their expertise to find out where they were best suited. Whiskey knew the board was hoping for at least one new field agent, but there were also the behind the scenes crews, like R&D or Medical, that were eager for recruits as well. Whiskey didn’t even know the girl’s name to find out if she’d passed recruitment, let alone find out where she’d land. What was he supposed to say? “The girl who swiped my watch from under my nose? Yeah, keep her away from me.” He’d never do that for two major reasons:

1. He’d have to admit that she’d fooled him, and 2. He absolutely wanted to see her again - just maybe at a safe distance this time.

His wish was granted a few days later as he saw her. She was dressed like an agent this time - That answered his question on whether she’d passed recruitment or not. Her hair braided over her right shoulder, white button up shirt under a dark grey vest and matching dress pants. He caught sight of the way the pants hugged her ass and thighs before losing her around the corner.

Before he even realized it where his feet were taking him, he was following her around the corner and into the weapons testing department. Had he noticed, he might have come up with a plan of what he was going to say or do once they were face to face. Instead, he just stared at her as she turned to see who had joined her in the room.

“Agent Whiskey.” She greeted cordially, nothing like the bashful, flirty woman she’d been at the elevator. Where before she seemed nearly starstruck, now she couldn’t care less that he was near.

“Sunshine,” he greeted in turn. While the sight of the woman didn’t brighten his day nearly as much as she had the first time they met, he knew the nickname would serve as a reminder. It let her know that he hadn’t forgotten that first encounter. The nickname made her grin wickedly. “I s’pose a congratulations is in order.”

She nodded appreciatively, “and I thank you for your help in that matter.”

Whiskey tried to hold in his outburst, feeling his face tinting red at the strain. His infamous temper won out however as he strode towards her, pointing in her face. “You stole my watch!”

“Borrowed.” She seemed unfazed at Whiskey’s annoyance, turning away from the Agent to peruse the weapons along the walls of the armory. “I had every intention of giving it back once I was done with it.” She glanced at him, looking for the shine of the watch under his sleeve. “And I do see it’s been returned to its place.”

He glared at her as she returned to looking at the weapons, her fingers skimming over a shotgun before passing it over. “You think you’re mighty clever don’t you, darlin’?”

“Only compared to some.” She shrugged, taking a knife off the wall to examine.

“I hope you’re not meaning me,” his voice held a sharp tone of warning as his footsteps mirrored hers, not letting her get too far away from him.

“If the watch fits.” She teased, sparing him a glance over her shoulder with a dazzling grin. He felt his ire flare up again, but he didn’t want to show her that she was still getting under his skin.

“How about a little friendly competition then?” He suggested, looking pointedly at one of the doors that led out of the armory. Behind it held one of the training rooms: built to survive just about any thrashing an Agent could dole out with any Statesman issued weapon, and with enough technology to create practice simulations and measure intricate readings.

“What do you suggest, Agent Whiskey?” She asked, turning to face him. He definitely held her interest now.

Whiskey grinned triumphantly, crossing the room to pull a whip down from it’s display. It wasn’t his personal whip, the one he knew like an extension of his own arm, but it was similar enough. “A little target practice. Weapon of choice, of course.”

She watched as he clipped the whip to his belt before she looked over the room. If he was honest, her wide eyes made her look like a kid in a candy store. He wondered if she’d choose something she was familiar with, trying her best to beat him, or pick something exciting that she couldn’t help but want to get her hands on. New agents could be so fickle.

She picked up a revolver and tested its weight in her hands. She slipped the holster around her waist with practiced ease. He had to admit, it was a good choice. A weapon he’d used many times before.

“Let’s do this.” She goaded, passing him to saunter confidently into the room. Whiskey chuckled at her smugness, following her in and pressing a few buttons on the screen to set the scenario.

Twelve holographic targets popped up throughout the room, split symmetrically down the middle with six on each side.

“Weapons holstered. Computer will count us down on my mark. Fastest to get all targets wins.” He explained calmly.

“On your mark, then.” She nodded, turning to focus on the field ahead of her.

Whiskey watched her for a moment, taking in her profile. Her muscles were tense, poised and ready to strike. She rolled her neck and wiggled her fingers to loosen up as her eyes darted between targets.

He turned to his own field and signaled for the computer to count down. A robotic voice echoed through the room.

3… 2… 1…

The loud buzzing was drowned out quickly. Gunshots rang as the whip cracked. A few seconds and it was all over.

The back wall illuminated with the times for each side of the room, Whiskey’s time blinking to indicate a winner - by only a few tenths of a second. He grinned triumphantly as she huffed.

“How the fuck do you out-whip a damned revolver?” She cursed, making him chuckle.

“Well, if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll show you.” He couldn’t stop his voice from slipping into that flirtatious drawl from the first day they met, adrenaline still coursing through him from the rapid attack.

“Really? Even after I took your watch?” She questioned cautiously.

“I thought you only borrowed it.” He joked. “C’mere.” He nodded for her to stand with him. She holstered the gun that had just finished smoking, and crossed the room. He grabbed her upper arms, turning her so that her back was to her front. She stumbled slightly with the suddenness of the movement, falling backwards into his chest.

“Right-handed?” He asked, breath tickling her neck. He already knew the answer from watching her shoot. She nodded in affirmative and he gave her the whip to hold in her right hand, covering it in his own. He took her left wrist in his other hand to hold her in place, kicking her feet gently to move them into the proper position. “Good. Now swing it over your head a bit, get a feel for it.” He told her, swinging their connected hands. She tilted her head upwards as she watched the whip. “Get used to the feel of it, the ridges of the handle, the weight of the thong.”

“The what?!” She tried to step away from him, but his left arm circled her waist quickly, keeping her in place and holding her tightly against him.

“That’s what it’s called, Sunshine. Don’t shoot the messenger.” He chuckled, ignoring how soft she felt against him. He watched as she swallowed hard, her throat bobbing with the effort. Once he was sure she wasn’t going to run again, he returned his left hand to hers.

“That’s it.” He mumbled as he sensed her relax again. “You ready?”

She didn’t have time to answer before he snapped his wrist, the motion so familiar to him that he was sure he could do it in his sleep. Her hand dragged along with his, moving the whip as it sliced through the air. The telltale crack echoed through the room, making her jump.

“Holy shit!” She cursed loudly, jumping away from him. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the now immobile whip hanging from her hand. “That’s intense!”

He laughed at her reaction, the spark in her eye. “It’s an underestimated weapon,” he agreed, holding out his hand. “But you can feel how much power it has.”

She nodded in agreement as she handed the whip back. “That was amazing. Thank you.” She smiled gratefully at him, and it almost made him feel bad for the anger he’d held for her, for wanting some kind of revenge.

“What else you trainin’ with? Other than a six shooter?” He asked as he hung his own weapon back onto his belt.

“Other guns, I tried out some blades but they’re not really my style.” She shrugged. “I’m good with explosives, but sometimes you need finesse.”

“What about your watch?” His question made her glance at the watch on her wrist. It was very similar to Whiskey’s own watch, but they had styled it to look more feminine. His watch would have looked bulky on her tiny wrist, but this one fit well. “You go around borrowing things, you oughta know how to use ‘em.” He teased.

“I’m getting used to it.”

“Show me?” He moved to the touch screen to set up a new training scenario. Holograms filled the room, silhouettes of 3 people walking around. Two were blue, while one was outlined in red. They walked in random patterns so that she would have to watch, wait, and make sure her shot was clear. “Paralyze the red target.”

“I can do that.” She hummed to herself, getting into position and holding up her watch. She clicked the outer frame of the watch to the proper setting - level of force: paralysis. He watched her eyes darting between the figures, waiting for her opportunity. He tried to keep himself still, silent, not wanting to throw her off.

She tapped the button watch, eyes on the red hologram. The room made no noise - nothing to indicate she’d hit the target or accidentally got a bystander instead. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“What ha-” She started to ask before she blinked several times. Whiskey grinned as she looked down, seeing the paralytic dart sticking out of her own right shoulder. She slumped to the floor, no doubt already feeling the chemical take over her arms and legs. “What?”

“Ah, rookie mistake.” He cooed innocently, kneeling down next to her. “Bet you accidentally switched your watch. Probably thinks you’re left-handed.” He picked up her wrist to show her the watch, her arm limp in his grip. “If it thinks you’re wearing it on your right hand, any weapons adjust accordingly.” He pointed out the tiny, pin-sized hole the dart had come out of, pointing back at her instead of out past her fingertips.

“You…” She was having trouble lifting her head. He dropped her arm, helping to lay her prone in a more comfortable position.

“Don’t worry. It’ll wear off in an hour or so, you’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll even tip someone off that you’re in here.”

She grumbled unintelligibly, unable to talk as the paralysis took over her tongue. If looks could kill, well he might not be dead but he would certainly have a few new scars on his pretty face. He stood over her, making a show of polishing his watch with his opposite sleeve.

“You messed with my watch, I messed with yours. Now we’re even, Sunshine.”

He tilted his hat at her before strolling away, whistling a happy tune. On his way to his office, he hinted to a passing R&D agent that the new recruit had gone into weapons training and someone should probably peek in to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself.

He was going to get chewed out for sure, but it was oh so worth it.

tagging: @wickedfrsgrl

#Agent Whiskey x OC #Agent Jack Daniels x OC #Agent Whiskey imagine #Kingsman The Golden Circle fic #Pedro Pascal Character fanfiction #WookieTales #OC: Agent Brandy verse #(this is what I get for trying to edit on the bus to work)

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Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit

Author’s Note: Alright ghouls, gals, and gents. Been working on this fic all week to beat away the angst that AoaW left me with! My first (and probably only?) Lumity fanfic, minimally edited. I honestly have no idea how it turned out, I’ve been staring at it too long. But I hope someone enjoys it!

Read here on ao3 if you prefer!

Summary: Luz takes Amity to see the musical Wicked in the human world. Conversations about shipping and drawing of fanart ensues, which helps both witches come to some long overdue realizations.

Like a Comet Pulled From Orbit

The winter air was crisp and cold as Luz exited the theater. Her nostrils burned for a moment as she breathed it in and her body adjusted to the difference from the warmth of the building. She glanced over towards Amity who was adjusting her scarf tighter around her neck, just a few steps behind her.

“So, what did you think?” she blurted out excitedly, unable to contain the question. She had been watching Amity’s reactions almost more than the show itself throughout the performance – Luz couldn’t help it. She was excited to share this with the other witch. For one, it was Amity’s first trip to the human world with her, so she wanted it to be a perfect and amazing experience for her friend. For another, Luz herself had seen Wicked on at least two other occasions with her mami. And listened to the soundtrack almost as endlessly as she had read books one through five of Good Witch Azura. Experiencing it through Amity’s reactions was like experiencing it for the first time all over again.

Amity didn’t answer right away, her brow creasing in that cute way Luz noticed it did whenever she was thoughtfully contemplating an answer to one of Luz’s questions. Luz always admired the amount of thought Amity put into her answers, so she always tried to give Amity the patience she needed.

In the meantime, she watched the crowd dispersing in the street and caught a snowflake with her tongue. It had started to flurry while they had been in the theater and a thin coat of snow littered the sidewalk and street around them. The way the snowflakes danced in the glow of the evening streetlights reminded her of her first light spell in the Boiling Isles. Despite being in the human world, Luz felt like tonight held so much magic within it, if only she could read the glyphs around her.

“It was really interesting… The music was so beautiful… you know, we don’t have music like that in the Boiling Isles,” Amity’s voice brought Luz back and she turned to face the green haired girl once more. Snow was starting to stick to the dark blue beanie she had borrowed from Luz to hide her ears – a detail they both might have forgotten, if not for Luz’s mama mentioning it on their way out the door. Luz thought it was a shame Amity had to hide any part of herself – but she did have to admit that her friend looked very adorable in the beanie. She might just have to let her keep it…

“Luz, are you even listening?” Luz’s attention snapped back to find an amused expression on her friend’s face. She returned a sheepish smile. “Sorry! Yes! I was also just thinking, we should find someplace warm to talk!” Okay, not exactly what she had been thinking, but close enough. She did notice Amity’s face was turning pink from the cold. Amity nodded in agreement.

“I think I know the perfect place, c’mon!” and with that, Luz grabbed Amity’s gloved hand and began to pull her down the snowy street.

***

“After you, Miss Blight,” Luz said as she opened the door to the coffee shop with dramatic flair and flourish, giving an overexaggerated bow as she gestured for Amity to enter. Amity, for her part, rolled her eyes but let out a small giggle, which warmed Luz’s stomach more than any coffee probably could.

They approached the counter together, and Luz began going over all the different drinks and giving her recommendations. Amity looked very overwhelmed. Luz gave her usual order of a caramel macchiato (made with almond milk, of course) with extra expresso. When the barista looked to Amity, she simply said “I’ll have one of those, too.”

Luz grinned and took out the cash her mom had given her before they left. Amity took out her own coin purse at the same time. Luz laughed and placed her hand on Amity’s, pushing the bag back down. “My treat! I don’t think they take snails here,” she whispered behind her other hand. She watched as Amity’s cheeks reddened and she mumbled a thanks.

They sat down with their drinks a few minutes later. The coffee shop was fairly empty, which made sense given how late in the evening it was. It felt nice to have Amity’s attention all to herself in such a warm, cozy place, away from the commotion of the Boiling Isles, away from school.

“So, did you have a favorite song?” Luz asked, slurping at her whipped cream.

Amity blinked rapidly, as if she was coming out of a dream. “What?”

“From the show,” Luz added, realizing her mind had probably jumped from point A to point Z as it sometimes did.

Amity’s cheeks glowed as she replied, “Oh, right… Well… all of them were so good, it’s hard to pick a favorite.”

“I know, right?!” Luz agreed, nearly spilling her drink in her excitement. She caught it just in time and Amity’s laughter rang out prettier than sleigh bells. The sound made Luz’s insides squirm and for a moment she wondered if they had put dairy in her drink by accident.

“But… if I had to pick… I really liked that one near the end that Elphaba and Glinda sang together. I thought it was sweet.” Amity looked down at her drink as she finished her thought. She had taken the cover off and was swirling it around, as if she were in the oracle track trying to read a crystal ball or tea leaves maybe. “What… is this exactly?”

“It’s deliciousness in a cup! Try it!” Luz responded, taking another gulp. Amity sipped slowly, with the kind of poise Luz only ever saw in commercials when people drank beverages. How did she do things so gracefully anyway? She watched Amity’s reaction with the anticipation of someone watching their favorite grudgeby team go for a goal.

Amity’s face lit up like the stage lights in the opening number as she let out a drawn out “mmmmmm” of satisfaction. “It’s good, right?” Luz said for confirmation, grinning ear to ear.

“It’s so different from anything on the Boiling Isles!” Amity agreed. They sat in a moment of silence, enjoying their drinks.

“Don’t you find it kind of… sad though?” Amity said suddenly.

Luz tilted her head in confusion. “Did you already finish your drink? I can get you another one –”

Amity shook her head, smiling at Luz’s reaction. “No, I meant the show. I mean, Glinda lost her best friend…”

Luz considered this. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right, that is sad. But I mean, she had still had Fiyero!”

“Yeah, I guess… I don’t know, their relationship seemed kinda of… contrived. I mean, one minute he’s with Glinda about to get married and then he suddenly runs off with Elphaba?”

“No way! He was inspired by her the whole time though. And when they saved that little lion cub together… I mean, talk about romance!”

Amity scoffed, “Yeah, but Elphaba and Glinda had so much more chemistry, even when they were singing about how much they hated each other-”

Luz gasped, genuinely surprised but understanding now. “You’re a Gelphie shipper?!”

Amity looked like she didn’t know whether she should deny this as some sort of insult or defend it to the death. Probably because she had no clue what Luz was talking about. “A what now?”

“You know, Glinda and Elphaba, Gelphie. It’s their ship name!” Luz pulled out her phone and typed furiously until she had several bits of fanart sprawled across her screen. She held it out in front of Amity’s face.

“Oh,” was all her friend replied, her mouth accentuating the syllable as it stayed in place and her golden eyes darted across the screen. She regained her composure after a few moments, blinking rapidly.

“Well… yes. I suppose I am a… Gelphie shipper then,” Amity sat up straighter as she said it but her face held something that was difficult for Luz to read. Funny how she could read magical glyphs from an enchanted island but her friend’s face was, at times, absolutely indecipherable. “Is that… bad?” Amity asked, and Luz realized she hadn’t responded in an appropriate amount of time.

She gave a laugh, hoping to dispel some of the tension. “No! Of course not. I mean, who doesn’t love a good old-fashioned Enemies to Friends to Lovers trope, amiright?” Luz waggled her eyebrows suggestively for emphasis. Amity tried to hide her smile in her coffee cup, but Luz could tell her plan had worked.

The commotion of chairs scraping the floor and being stacked on tables suddenly penetrated their little bubble, reminding Luz how late it was. “We should probably get going – I wanna make one last stop on our way back to my house!” She informed Amity excited, standing and putting her coat back on.

“Lead the way, oh fearless champion,” Amity replied, a more reserved imitation of Luz’s gestures from earlier. Luz smiled and took her hand, leading her out the door. They weren’t even outside completely before Amity’s face was already pink from the cold again.

***

Amity’s heart was beating so fast and hard as she followed Luz through the strange hard and slippery roads of the human world. She wondered for a moment if maybe coffee was poisonous to witches… then again, Luz hadn’t let go of her hand even after they had exited the coffee shop, walking quickly and excitedly chattering as they went. She supposed that could have something to do with it.

Luz pointed out different things that Amity might not be familiar with and normally Amity would be fascinated to learn about this strange new world. But the hand holding was very distracting. And her heart was very loud. And it was all a little overwhelming, but she really didn’t want it to end. She watched Luz as she spoke about human things like cars, traffic lights, and a thing called “Santa” they passed by. He appeared to be some sort of… demon maybe? He rang a bell and smiled too widely and made a strange sort of howling noise. Luz paid him a tribute – perhaps for safe passage across the road? - of the strange papers she carried around that seemed to act as the equivalent to snails in the human world.

“Where are we going?” Amity finally asked as Luz paused her tour guide-like speech to look both ways before tugging her across the road toward a small park they had passed on the way here.

“It’s a surprise! Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” Luz squeezed her hand reassuringly, excitement dancing across her features, making the warm brown of her cheeks glow in the moonlight.

As they entered the park and Amity began to look around, she realized it wsn’t moonlight at all. It was what looked to Amity to be a million different stars – or maybe they were light spells? – glowing in the trees all around them. Some of them sparkled in a kaleidoscope of color – red, green, blue, yellow. It was absolutely dazzling, unlike anything Amity had ever seen.

“Oh wow…” was all Amity could manage to say, staring in awe at the scene around them.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Luz said proudly with a big grin, as if she had personally produced all these little lights for Amity.

“It’s… amazing. What is this place, Luz? I thought you said the human world didn’t have magic?” Amity took her glove off and reached out her hand to hesitantly hover over the enchantment of the trees.

Luz gave a chuckle. “It’s not magic – well, I mean, not like on the Boiling Isles. These are Christmas lights. They use electricity like the streetlights around town.” Luz reached out and placed one in Amity’s hand, as if sensing her uncertainty. Amity pinched the light between her fingers, feeling its fragile little warmth against her skin.

“How strange,” she commented. “Everything here is so wonderfully strange…” Amity’s voice trailed off as she continued to look around her. The collective brightness in the trees lit up the space around them in a hazy glow. It made the whole moment feel more like a dream than reality.

“C’mon, there’s more to see! This path will take us closer to my house, too,” Luz said, breaking Amity out of her trance. Luz grabbed her arm this time, tugging her along.

As they walked, the lights morphed into different shapes and figures. Luz explained this was all for some human holiday and pointed out some of the different symbols for Amity. A candy cane. A reindeer. A gingerbread man (that one she was pretty sure that one was actually a demon from the Boiling Isles, but she didn’t mention it). Amity wasn’t sure what was more beautiful – the glorious and picturesque glow of the lights with the snow falling around them onto the trees; or Luz as she spoke excitedly about each light picture, sometimes elaborating with a story about her mom or growing up in the human world. Amity never wanted it to end.

***

By the time they got back to Luz’s house, it was late and they were both exhausted from all the walking and being in the cold for so long. Luckily, Luz’s mom – Ms. Noceda (who Amity had learned earlier, was not in fact, named Ms. the Human) – had already made up their sleeping arrangements in Luz’s bedroom. She asked them how the show was and while Amity said a few things here and there when asked directly, she mostly let Luz do the talking. Ms. Noceda was very warm and kind to her – which was more than she could probably say for how her parents would ever treat Luz. It made her feel a bit guilty, that she couldn’t return the same favor to Luz. But she tried not to think about that.

Which, as it turned out, was very easy once Ms. Noceda turned in.

“Buenos noches, mija. Good night, Amity. See you both bright and early!” she said as she kissed Luz on the forehead and waved at Amity. They were both in their respective sleeping bags on the floor beside Luz’s bed. When Ms. Noceda flicked the lights off, hundreds of stars lit up the ceiling of Luz’s room. Amity was left alone with the sound of her own obnoxious heartbeat. Where she was expected to sleep. Next to the girl she liked. Why had she agreed to this again?

“I still can’t believe you got your parents to say yes to a sleepover in the human world!” Luz whispered conspiratorially.

“Heh, yeah, I mean, no big deal…” Amity said, glad the lack of light would hide her blush. She may have left out a few details. Like how she had, in fact, used a combination of blackmail and bribery on Edric and Emira in order to get them to produce an illusion copy of herself for bedtime and breakfast. She was going to be doing their chores for a very long time.

“You know, I think this is my first real sleepover,” Luz said. Amity looked at her, surprised. “Really?”

“Well, I mean, there was that one time Willow, Gus, and I used the Moonlight Conjuring to take the Owl House for a drive…” Amity laughed, remembering the look on Boscha’s face when she had seen that on Penstagram. Not that hers had probably looked any different.

“But, I’m not really sure that counts, since we didn’t get much sleep,” Luz continued thoughtfully.

“You didn’t have any sleepovers with any of your human friends?” Amity asked, still somewhat surprised by this revelation.

“Heh… No. I didn’t really… I don’t have any human friends, really,” the tone in Luz’s voice pinched at Amity’s heart a bit. In all the time they’d known each other, she had never really thought to ask about Luz’s life in the human world or her other friends. And now she knew why Luz herself had never mentioned any, either. Instinctively – whether to comfort herself or Luz, she wasn’t quite sure – Amity reached hand out to grasp one of Luz’s.

“Well, I’m glad we’re friends, Luz,” Amity said. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be brave enough to tell Luz everything she felt for her – it felt too big, too fragile. She was too afraid of it breaking. But she needed Luz to know this truth at least. That she mattered. That she was grateful to have her around.

Luz’s eyes widened in surprise at first, but a warm smile quickly followed as she squeezed Amity’s hand back. “Me too. Even if you are going soft on me, Blight,” Luz replied playfully. Amity rolled her eyes and yawned, which made Luz yawn too.

They laid there, eyes drooping heavily as sleep began to take them both. The small part of Amity’s mind that was still conscious enough to have a coherent thought realized that Luz hadn’t let go of her hand, even as her breathing slowed and she began to snore quietly. In that moment, as she let herself drift off to sleep, she decided that even if she had to do Ed and Em’s chores for the rest of eternity, it was totally worth it.

***

The next day, Luz kissed her mama good-bye – she still had a week left of winter vacation and that meant more time at Hexside. That was part of the deal – as long as Luz kept her grades up and didn’t cause too much commotion at human school, her mami had agreed that she could spend vacations learning magic in the Boiling Isles. She and Amity packed up their things from their sleepover and met Eda at the portal. She gave them a ride to school on her staff. Luz was sad to leave the human world behind if only because she had really enjoyed showing Amity around. Amity had seemed so relaxed... Maybe it had been stepping away from the pressures of her life in the Boiling Isles.

School that day was hard to sit through. This wasn’t unusual for Luz, but it didn’t usually happen during her classes at Hexide. Her mind kept drifting away from the lectures and into the magic of last night. Watching Amity take her first sip of coffee, listening to Amity talk about the show, watching her experience Christmas lights for the first time…

“Hello, earth to Luz!” suddenly a hand was waving in her face. She blinked before looking at Gus and Willow.

“Wha- Sorry! What’d I miss?” Luz asked. Gus and Willow exchanged looks.

“You mean besides all of class?” Gus said. He looked down at the paper in front of Luz, which she had been doodling on.

“You better not zone out like that in Magical Plants today. We’re dealing with man-eating mandrakes today!” Willow said with a nudge. “What were you drawing anyway?”

Luz looked down at her latest creation. “Oh, it’s just characters from that musical Amity and I saw last night…” Luz suddenly felt like she wanted to hide it, like it was a private secret she wasn’t quite ready to share with the rest of her friends. Which was… weird. That was probably a weird feeling to have, right? She nonchalantly slipped it into her bag and stood up to move to the next class with her friends. Willow gave her a funny look but didn’t say anything more.

“Well I’ve got High Level Illusions next – what about you guys?” Gus asked as they walked into the hallway.

“I’ve got abomination next,” Luz said excitedly. She swore she saw Gus and Willow exchange another look. Then again, maybe she was reading too much into it.

“We’ll see you and Amity at lunch then?” Willow asked. Luz nodded, high fived Gus, and practically ran down the hallway to her next class, just barely avoiding a hall monitor as she went.

***

Abomination class went by much more quickly than the rest of her day had and she had even managed to pay attention to most of the lesson. There was the occasional distraction, like whenever she looked over to Amity who sometimes chewed on her pencil when she was thinking through an answer. She also must have gotten distracted when mixing her abomination ingredients at some point, because while Amity’s looked absolutely perfect, Luz’s had come out with an extra head and oddly misshapen. It wasn’t a total loss though, since she had managed to get Amity to laugh by trying to get her abomination to reenact one of the scenes from the show from last night.

She walked Amity to her locker after class – Amity’s abomination carried both their books – and they were first to their lunch table. While waiting for Gus and Willow, they talked more about the finer points of the musical.

“So, how was your date in the human world?” Willow asked as she and Gus sat down across from Luz and Amity.

Luz almost choked on whatever mystery meat she was eating for lunch today – she pounded her fist on her chest to clear her throat. “Date?” she choked out. Is that- did Amity think- had she really missed…?

She heard a strangled gasp from beside her and turned to look at Amity, who returned her gaze. Her face was as red as a specific shade of eye shadow she’d seen Eda wear once. She was pretty sure it was called apple blood – or maybe it was vampire blood? In any case, their eyes darted between each other and Willow, both stunned into silence.

Willow’s eyes widened, as if she just realized her mistake. “Oh – I just mean, um-“ whatever excuse she was going to use to save them all from this mortifying moment, Gus put a stop to it just then as he arrived at their table and took his seat next to Willow.

“Hey Luz! Do you have time to stop by after school today and check out some new artifacts I found for the H.A.S.?”

Luz finally swallowed the mouthful she had dislodged from her throat. “Sure!” she said. She then proceeded to shove way more of her lunch into her mouth than she should have, cheeks full as a chipmunk’s before winter.

“I- I just remembered um, I have a meeting with Principal Bump about my class schedule – I gotta go!” Amity stood up abruptly, bumping the table as she went. She disappeared down the hallway with alarming speed. As she moved, something dropped out of her bag, fluttering to the floor.

“Amity wait! You forgot-” Luz tried to call after her, but she was already gone. She bent to pick up the paper – there was a good chance she’d run into her later in the day and she could give it back to her then…

But as Luz looked at the paper in question, it was as if a firecracker went off in her stomach and her mind blanked out, like static on a TV, before the entire picture snapped back on, clearer than it had ever been. “Oh cramity…” she muttered to herself, realization flooding through her.

Gus and Willow, having witnessed all of this, shared a glance with each other. “Are you and Amity okay?” Gus asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“Yeah… I might need to raincheck you on the HAS meeting though, Gus! There’s something I gotta do after school today! I’ll explain later, gotta go!” and with that Luz launched herself from the table, vibrating with excitement and purpose.

As she fled the cafeteria, she heard Gus’s confused reply. “Sure! Good luck! Wait… what’s a raincheck?”

***

The school day could not end fast enough for Amity Blight. She needed to get as far away from this ultimate place of humiliation as quickly as possible. She considered skipping out on her afternoon classes altogether – Ed and Em did it all the time, for crying out loud! – but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Fortunately, she didn’t have any classes with Luz, Willow, or Gus on her schedule for the day, which was a relief. But what about tomorrow? She thought to herself. Maybe she could convince her parents that she was sick with demon flu? Maybe she could just convince them she should transfer schools altogether… that seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution to this whole crush problem, right?

When the last bell finally screamed, signaling dismissal, she didn’t even go to her locker to put her books away. Too much of a risk, running into Luz again. She needed more time to think, figure out what to say. She had acted way too weird when Willow said the D word. Why hadn’t she just played it cool and waved it off?

She didn’t see Luz and co at all as she made her way out the front doors, for which she was thankful. But ofc ourse that luck only stretched so far as Ed and Em came sidling up beside her.

“Mittens! How was your date night with our favorite human? Did you ask for her hand in marriage yet?” Em cut right to the point, looping their arms together.

“Yeah sis, tell us everything!” Edric’s arm fell over her shoulders as they sandwiched her in, leaving no room for escape. “Leave no details out! Well, except for your smooching, we don’t need to hear about-”

Amity could not handle this right now. She felt her face heat up to what could only be described as an unhealthy degree, embarrassment and anger both boiling over.

“QUIT IT!” she shouted, her arms flying outward, knocking the twins away from her. Everything starts feeling like too much and Amity feels pinpricks behind her eyes. She can’t go home, not like this. Not with Em and Ed teasing her the whole way. “I gotta go study at the library, let mom and dad know I’ll be home later,” Amity says quickly, willing her voice to stay steady as she speeds up her pace.

“Oh c’mon Mittens, was it something we said?” Edric shouted after her. She didn’t stop to reply, just kept her eyes forward, determined to get to her destination as quickly as possible.

***

As soon as she walked into the town library, Amity felt a sense of relief wash over her. She took a deep breath, the scent of paper and dust covered books grounding her. The quiet atmosphere settled her nerves. In here, she felt safe. In here, she can breathe and clear her head of the day’s troubles.

She spent some time just wandering through the stacks, keeping an eye out for new additions in her favorite sections. The anxieties of her day begin to shed little by little, clearing her mind enough for her to rethink the events. Maybe things weren’t really as bad as she had initially thought. Afterall, Luz could be pretty oblivious. There was no reason to lose her head about it all – it’s not like Amity herself had called it a date, after all.

Amity finally found herself in front of the romance section and, after looking around her to be sure no one saw, she tugged at “The Lone Witch and the Secret Room.” Yes, everything was going to be just fin-

Amity froze as she entered her sanctuary and the shelf slid shut behind her. Her bag dropped out of her hands and her eyes widened.

“Luz-”

“Hey Amity!-” they both spoke at the same time, their greetings smashing together awkwardly.

“What are you-”

“I wanted to see-” they both started and stopped again. The absurdity of it all helped ease some of Amity tension and she let out a laugh. Luz followed suit, taking a step closer to where Amity stood still by the doorway.

“Amity, hey, I’m sorry I know this is like, your space and everything. I just… I didn’t know where else to look for you after you left during lunch today…” Luz finally broke through to explain. Amity shifted her weight from one leg to the other, feeling a big guilty. So she had noticed her abrupt exit.

“Leave lunch? Oh, yeah, well, you know, I had to uh, I forgot to turn in my abomination assignment, and I didn’t want it to be late, you know-” Amity grasped for any words that would make this scrutiny disappear. Luz simply raised an eyebrow.

“Did you say you had to meet with Principal Bump…” Luz started and Amity felt her heart lodge itself somewhere in the pit of her stomach.

Luz suddenly shook her head, “You know what, nevermind! It doesn’t matter. What matters is, you dropped this.” Luz pulled out a folded piece of paper, moving into Amity’s space even more now.

Amity took the offered paper and while she unfolded it, she couldn’t help but be reminded of the time Grometheus the Fearbringer had taken her most cherished note and ripped it to pieces right in front of her. The paper, when unfolded, revealed her most recent self-indulgent drawing – a picture of Luz in a black hat and matching black robe standing arm-in-arm with a poorer rendition of herself in a huge blue gown and sparkling tiara. Amity was sure her face would explode with the amount of blood that rushed to it in that moment.

“Luz- I – I can explain-” she began to stutter, her hands gripping the paper tightly. Her vision started to blur just a little and she had the horrifying realization that she might just start to cry. How could she have let this happen? Why in the world would she keep this in her bag? Why hadn’t she realized –

“I think it’s some of your best work,” Luz’s voice derailed her bleak train of thought.

“Wait… what?” Amity’s eyes snapped up to look at the human girl in from of her. Her brown eyes twinkled warmly in the dimly lit room.

“Yep! But, I have to say I don’t quite agree with your characterization,” Luz said matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” was all Amity could manage. Her stomach dropped again and she readied herself for the rejection that was surely coming her way. It would be okay, at least Luz seemed like she would still be her friend, and that’s really all she needed anyway. As long as their friendship was still intact, she could handle this, even if it hurt.

Luz pulled out another sheet of paper. “Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I really don’t think I’m Elphaba, the most powerful witch in all of Oz,” Luz placed the second paper over the one Amity had been holding to reveal a new, unfamiliar drawing. Two figures faced each other in a somewhat reverent post, hands clasped between them as they stared at each other. This time, Amity was clearly drawn as Elphaba, her green hair poking through the black witch’s hat, her black robe billowing dramatically in what was clearly supposed to be the wind. Across from her was-

“I’m clearly the Fiyero to your Elphaba,” Luz finished, gesturing to her likeness which was dressed in green suspenders and button up with a scarecrow hat upon her head.

“You… think that I’m Elphaba?” Amity asked incredulously. It was not even the most important question to be asking in that moment, but it was the only one her mouth and brain seemed capable of producing together. She was holding a drawing… that Luz had made… of her. Of them together. Oh.

“Well, yeah, it’s that obvious? I mean, you’re a powerful witch, she’s a powerful witch. You both have that cute, goth look going on for you. Plus, she cares about fairness and I know you like to pretend to be indifferent, but I know you secretly care a lot about those things, too.”

Amity continued to stare at the picture, afraid to look away. Her brain continued to short circuit. Did Luz just call her cute?! “And you’re…”

“Fiyero, yeah! I mean, he is kind of her fearless champion and all that. Plus ‘maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise…’ you know, it took him a while to figure it all out, too.”

Amity’s eyes snapped up from the drawing at this. Was Luz saying… what she thought she was saying? Luz smiled and in a perfectly Luz way, continued on a different train of thought.

“Anyway, I took some artistic liberties with the outfit. I liked the suspender outfit better, but thought the hat really tied it all-”

“Luz,” Amity interrupted. “Luz, it’s perfect. Thank you.” Before Amity fully gave her body permission to, she threw her arms around Luz and squeezed her tightly. Luz hugged her back without hesitation, a rumble of a laugh coming from her chest.

“That’s what girlfriends do,” Luz said quietly. Amity pulled back suddenly, still maintaining contact with her hands grasping Luz’s forearms.

“I mean – only if that’s what you want, of course. I didn’t mean to assume, I just meant-” Luz’s face went through about several different emotions so quickly, Amity couldn’t help but double over in a hearty laugh. All the pressure and uncertainly she had been feeling melted away, leaving her feeling like she was light and airy.

“Sorry, it’s just-” Amity tried to reel in her mirth and catch her breath, forcing words out, “-I’ve been trying to tell you all this for the past year and today you just… show up and call me your girlfriend. It’s just so… you, Luz.” Luz grinned self-consciously, blushing for the first time since Amity had entered her secret hideaway.

They stared at each other, this newfound revelation hovering between them, it’s own little spell casting them in silence. Amity was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest again as she watched Luz take a step forward towards her. “Can I…?” Luz asked, in the same soft tone she had used that night in the woods when she had offered to take the weight of Grom off Amity’s shoulders.

Amity nodded slowly as she followed, leaning in to close the gap very slowly, her eyes fluttering as they closed. This was magical, she couldn’t believe she was here, with Luz, and Luz liked her back and they were about to-

“OOOOOH, Mittens in busted!”

All at once, bright light and noise crashed into the room from behind Amity as Ed’s voice broke through he enchanting atmosphere she and Luz had created for themselves. The jarring burst of their bubble caused Amity to jump forward, feet tripping over Luz’s and causing them both to topple to the floor. She landed on top of Luz, her head bumping Luz’s as she did so. “Ow – Luz! I’m so sorry!” Amity exclaimed, rubbing her forehead with one hand while she tried to push herself up with the other.

Luz let out a gasp of breath, “It’s ok! I’m good,” she said as she sat up on her elbows. She raised an eyebrow as she added, “Though I do believe you’ve fallen for me, Blight.” A cheesy grin spread on Luz’s face.

Before Amity had time to respond to that, she heard the sniggers of Em and Ed, still standing in the doorway. She shot up and whirled around on them. She really did need to find a new hideaway, didn’t she?

“YOU TWO, why are you here?! Get out!” She wished she could summon a fire spell without the fear of burning down the whole ancient library.

Emira walked past her and offered a hand to Luz, who was still on the ground. “Now, Mittens, is that anyway to treat your new girlfriend?” Edric for his part threw an arm around Amity’s shoulders and ruffled her hair. “Would we really be good siblings if we didn’t come check on you? After all, you were looking so sour after school! We were worried!”

“Yeah, but it looks like Luz beat us to it! Who knew the human had game,” Emira said, throwing an arm around Luz and giving her a wink. Luz’s cheeks turned pinker than Amity had ever seen them. She glowered at her sister and shoved her brother’s arm off.

“Get. Out. Now. Or I swear, I am going to summon the world’s biggest abomination to kick your-”

“Alright, alright, we’ll give you two love birds a few minutes. But mom really does want us home soon, Mittens,” Emira said, surprising Amity. She and Edric headed towards the doorway again, laughing together as they went. At the door, Ed shouted over his should, “Just remember to save room for-”

Amity took the nearest book she could find and threw it after him. He dodged gleefully and disappeared around the corner. She turned back to see Luz trying to hide her laughter behind her hand. She wasn’t doing a very good job, but the sight made some of Amity’s annoyance fade away.

“You know, I really should be getting back to Eda’s… King gets grumpy when I don’t come home and give him tummy scritches and Eda will probably be worried since I wasn’t at school to get picked up. I’m surprised they haven’t sent a search party out yet…” Luz said apologetically.

Amity sighed, but nodded. “Yeah, I really should get back home, too.”

Luz shifted her bag back over her shoulder, bouncing from one foot to another. “So… I’ll see you tomorrow at school? Maybe afterwards, we can do some Azura Book Club stuff?”

Amity felt herself brighten at the invitation. “Yeah, that sounds grood. I mean, good, uh great! That sounds great!”

“Okay, it’s a date,” Luz said happily. Then she moved forward and wrapped Amity into a big, squeezing hug, practically lifting her feet off the ground in the process. As she set her down and moved back, Amity felt the unmistakable feeling of Luz’s lips brushing against her cheek. The warmth of the contact spread until her whole face was on fire. Luz looked at her and smiled bashfully. “See you tomorrow, Blight,” and with that, she made her way out the door.

Amity stood there, frozen to the spot, her hand coming up to touch her cheek, as if she could catch the sensation before it fluttered away. Wow.

The moment was broken when, 5 seconds later, Luz came rushing back in.

“I almost forgot!” she said as she snatched up the drawings that had been scattered to the floor. She shook the one that Amity had drawn. “Can I keep this? It’s really good!”

Maybe it was the casual compliment or lingering effects of Luz calling her her girlfriend – her girlfriend – or just the adorable way Luz’s face just looked so genuine, but Amity experienced an unexpected surge of confidence. Before she could overthink it, she stepped forward, took hold of front of Luz’s school uniform, and pulled her into a kiss. It was a quick kiss – short, soft, and sweet. But when she pulled back, she felt satisfied to see Luz sufficiently dumbstruck, eyes widened and cheek turning pink.

“Yes. But only if I get to keep yours,” Amity said, plucking the other sketch out of Luz’s hand. Luz blinked slowly.

“Yeah, you can kave it. Keep it. You can have it!” Luz stuttered out her reply.

Amity grabbed her things, slipping the picture carefully into a book before putting it into her bag. She walked over to the doorway before turning back to Luz. “Coming?”

Luz nodded, following her out. They walked hand in hand out of the library and for once, Amity found it easy to ignore the twin’s teasing.

#lumity #amity blight #luz noceda #owl house #toh #fanfic #my fic #original work #ahhhhhhhh idk please be kind and have mercy on me I haven't written in a long ass time

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furorem-yandere · 6 years

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Happy 100+ followers!

Thanks so much for making me be so lucky! I made this account almost a week or two (edit ok turns out it was early last month but tbh I've been dissacociated from the passage of time for most work days so please ignore that) ago and I never thought I'd accumulate followers so quick and that anyone would enjoy this as much as you all have! Thank you! As promised, here's a second chapter of Personal Centerfold, the yandere!Noir of my first story! Here is part 1.

It was a night like any other when he met her. The new waxing moon was just a sliver of silver in the sky, a few clouds to help the light pollution with hiding the stars and the air was damp and humid from the morning's rain. It was perfect for swinging through the streets.

So that was what Peter Benjamin Parker was doing when he happened upon a robbery. You were giving the robber the good fight, giving him such a stiff, stern glare that Peter himself was impressed.

"You ever kill an unarmed woman, sir?" you ask, fixing him with a disdainful glare.

"Yes," the robber said, unconvincingly. His face was uncovered save for a small black mask. "All the time, broad". He cocks the guns hammer in a threat, hand shaking.

Your eyes flicker to him and a little bit of relief sinks into them before they go back to the robber. Your arms remain crossed. "Really? You don't look much like a killer to me". You walk forward with confidence. "You look like some kid wrapped up in the wrong crowd. How do you think you'll sleep at night knowing you shot a defenseless woman in some alley and left her body in the mud?"

"I- Shut your damn mouth!" he snaps, shaking the gun in your face, a knife in the other. Peter creeps closer overhead, evening his haunches for a jump. "I've done this a million times!"

"Oh?" you say, amusement, backing away so the gun doesn't hit your nose. "Because I think a real seasoned murderer would know..." you look up, catching Peter's eyes. He nods, admiring your bravery. "...That you usually turn the safety off first".

You duck, and he leaps. The robber startled, spinning to him with wide eyes and pulling the trigger. The gun clicked, but no bullet came for him.

Oh, you're good.

He kicks the gun from his hand and webs it to the wall. The knife comes down in a fearful slash. It misses skin, Peter rolling with the jab and grappling the wrist. The kid was smaller up close, probably not even out of high school, when he noticed a gang symbol. New recruit. The kid looked at his hand and dropped the knife. "I- I-" he stumbles, tongue useless.

Pity welled in Peter's throat and he pulled the kid close to his face by the front of his jacket. "Go home, kid," he growls. "Or I'll be back for round two. You don't belong with them".

The kid's jaw drops and after a stunned silence he nods rapidly. "Y- Yes! Yes, yes sir!" he stutters. The second Peter releases him he's gone, booking it like hell was on his heels.

Peter sighs, turning to the dame who had snuck up next to him. "Think he'll be okay?" you wonder aloud and Peter puzzles if it was a question for him or rhetorical.

"Probably. Maybe," he says. "Would you like me to walk you home?"

You flash him an amused smile. "Spider-Man walks?" you ask, tone teasing.

Peter chuckles, rubbing his jaw with his fingers before offering his arm. "Usually it's up walls, but I'll manage".

You chuckle, taking the arm. "Thank you," you say gently. He tips his hat and leads you from the alley. "I didn't think I'd end up behind the eight ball just getting some dinner".

Your hand is warm and Peter's throat is a little tight. You're pretty; distractingly so. "A little late for dinner, isn't it?" he prods, looking down to see a paper bag he hadn't noticed before, too wrapped up in the robbery.

You shrug. "Better late than never; besides I was busy".

"Busy getting robbed, yes, I noticed".

You chuckle. "Smart mouth for a man with chelicera".

"My fangs aren't the sharpest thing about me".

"Oh, now that I'm going to doubt".

Peter barks a laugh. "Quick, aren't you, ma'am?"

"Better quick than dead. Oh, this is me, Mr. Spider," you say with teasing enunciation of the nickname. "Oh- your- did he hit you?"

Peter turned to check his shoulder, a noticeable and large tear at the shoulder in the thick fabric. "Not the skin. He nicked my coat is all. Have a good night, ma'am".

"Wait-!" she says, grabbing him by the sleeve of the unripped shoulder, "I could- I could fix that if you'd like". Her cheeks flush a bit and she releases his sleeve.

Peter feels his own cheeks warm under the mask. "W- Well, I- uh-" he stumbles, grasping for words. "I don't want to be a bother ma'am, I can fix it".

You smile and it's lovely. "It's no trouble at all! That's what I do for a living anyhow. I make clothes," you say gesturing to the building. It's a clothing shop, thief gate layering the windows. "I mean, I do other things to make ends meet but- yeah that was the plan".

Peter looks down to her. "...I don't want to impose..."

You smile and Peter's heart races. Her hands run from his sleeve to tug his leather gloved wrist gently. "Come on, Mr. Spider," you tease with that lovely sparkle of mischief, "Come into my parlor".

That gets a chuckle from him and he finds his feet following you through the doorway and into the dark store. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

You shrug. "All of New York is your parlor I'd say". You carefully pull his trench coat from his shoulders and he allows it, tugging at his shirt collar and undoing the tight buttons. "I'll be just a moment," you say, leading him into the back of the store where he finds a small burner, kettle, and mugs on a counter. There's also a work office desk with finance sheets, receipts, and requests on it, and a sewing table by a window with piles of fabrics awaiting their transformation. He finds himself charmed by the normalcy of it all. "Set the kettle on, if you like".

Peter assumes you might have asked because you wanted some, and it was rude to say no to someone's drinks when you were in their house, so he did. You open a small box, thread a needle with black thread and begin to stitch along the cut. You're finished before the kettle whistles. You hand his coat back. "Here, try it on".

He thumbs over the almost completely hidden seam. He does, and it still fits comfortably. "Thank you, ma'am".

You smile. "Not a problem. You help a lot of people, you know," you say gently. "We're all grateful".

Peter's chest burns like the one time he'd tried to smoke in high school and discovered asthma. "Well- well, um-"

"Take care of yourself out there, Spider-Man; won't you?" you say softly, expression earnest. "We- I would- it would be a real shame if you were gone". You stumble over the words awkwardly but Peter's heart flutters at the sentiment in your voice.

Peter nods dumbly and you turn to pour a cup from your now whistling kettle. He's gone before you turn around.

He hovers above your window when you look out, sighing and setting a mug of tea on the banister and holding your own. He watches you, examining your movements. He should go. He should leave.

But something fixated in him on you. Like two gears finally clicked into place, like the cap to a pen that had been thought lost.

He needs to know who you are. He's already seen who you are when people are around; smooth, careful, confident, poised, and a bit of a smart mouth. Who were you though, when people weren't looking?

He wants to find out.

He needs his camera.

#yandere #my writing #spiderman noir x reader #yandere spiderman noir #personal centerfold

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tyrannysaurusfloof · 5 years

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Snake Bite - 1

Summary: Virgil should be more concerned by the random snake in his room, and the fact that it bit him. He should. But his family are good at calming him down, and there’s one Side in particular that doesn’t want to feed his concern. Characters: Virgil, Roman, Patton, Logan, Thomas and Deceit Relationships: Platonic LAMP, Platonic LAMP/Thomas Warnings: Mild Panic Attacks

My first full length Sanders Side Fic!

Part Two || Part Three

It started with his missing headphones.

Virgil couldn’t put his finger on where they had gone, couldn’t see them by casting a glance around the room, and the very idea of that sent his usual bought of anxiety through him. He always left his headphones somewhere he could just out a hand on them, because he always needed them like that.

And now, they were gone.

His first thought was Roman had had something to do with it. The Creative Side had been in an argument with Virgil earlier that day, but even during their worst arguments, he hadn’t hidden any of the things that Virgil used as coping mechanisms. So now, not only did he had the anxious gnawing in his stomach that his headphones were gone, but Virgil also felt guilty for blaming Roman immediately, when the Side had never done anything like that before.

The easiest solution would be to ask, but Virgil couldn’t move. He needed to control the rising panic inside him before he tried to step out of his room, and the thought of even approaching any of the other Sides in a state like this only sent him to his knees. Panic was never good, eventually the feelings would leak from him to Thomas, and he could really do without that happening now. He was finally relaxing, editing done and everything on track, Virgil didn’t want to derail that.

He could find his headphones. They may have just fallen off something into the organised chaos that was his room. Having things micro-organised was really Logan’s department, and having a chaotic mess of a room was something shared between Roman and Patton. His room was a little eclectic in style, but it wasn’t a mess. He always knew where things were, which was why his headphones being missing was such a big problem.

Virgil took a deep breath. He was going around in circles, and that wasn’t good for his mounting anxiety. Shoving down his thoughts for the moment, he began to methodically search his room, moving things, sifting through them and then putting them back in complete order. When the entire room was done and it was only the closet remaining, Virgil wasn’t as calm as he would have liked to be. There was no way his headphones would have gotten caught up in his closet, meaning they weren’t in the room, meaning he had probably lost them, meaning he would have to try and get more, meaning he wouldn’t have his best coping mechanism until he did, meaning he was only going to ruin everything with heightening anxiety, meaning the other Sides were going to hate him, meaning Thomas was going to disregard all he had said when they had decided to accept him, meaning-.

When his knees hit the floor, Virgil managed to draw in a large breath and get a grip on himself. That…that train of thought was dangerous and had nearly overtaken him. If the headphones weren’t in his room, he reasoned, then they could be out in the common area of the mindscape. Or he may have left them with Logan when he spent time in the Logical Sides room. Taking another deep breath and keeping the breathing techniques Thomas had learnt throughout his struggle with anxiety in the back of his mind, Virgil opened the closet door and stuck his hand inside to rifle through the clothes in there.

Only to draw it back with a shocked exhale of breath when it caught something sharp. It almost felt like a bite, but there was nothing in his closet that could have bitten him. Then again, Virgil was pretty sure there wasn’t anything in his closet that was sharp either, so he pulled the doors open wide and began to throw the pile of clothes around trying to see what it was.

A snake, yellow and black bands running the length of its scales, came darting out from the warm pile of clothes, hissing in warning as Virgil scrambled backwards.

“Fuck!” He cursed, looking around for something heavy as the snake coiled in on itself and hissed again, poised to strike. The only thing to hand was a large book, something Virgil was pretty sure he had taken from Logan for…something or other. Right now, it didn’t matter. With his fight or flight instincts kicking in, Virgil wasn’t about to run, knowing that if he did this snake would either find somewhere else in his room to hide or it would sneak off to one of the other Sides’ rooms. Grabbing the book, he slammed it down as hard as he could, panting hard. His hand was stinging, but when he examined the bite mark - only after deciding it was safe to take his hand off the book - it was two small pin-pricks.

The door to his room burst open, Patton and Logan bursting in and Virgil swore again, jumping out his skin.

“Are you alright Kiddo, we heard a loud noise and-…is that a snake?!” Patton squealed the last part of the sentence, rushing further in and dragging Virgil backwards on instinct.

Logan glanced between the creature and Virgil, panting, sweating and clearly close to panicking. “Is it dead?”

“I don’t know.” Virgil whispered, “Can we just get rid of it?”

The Logical side had no arguments for that, disappearing from the room for a moment only to return with a sack and some tongs. He carefully lifted the snake into the bag and carried it from the room as Patton bombarded Virgil with concerned questions. Had the snake bitten him? How had it gotten in there? Was Virgil okay? Did they need to get a doctor? Was it venomous? What kind of snake was it? Virgil was trembling when Logan came back, Roman following him to find out what all the ruckus was about.

“Patton.” Logan said firmly, “Virgil needs some space.”

“I’m sorry!” Patton exclaimed, shuffling backwards to give Virgil space, his hands still hovering in front of him, wanting nothing more than to pull Virgil into a hug.

“Were you bitten, Virgil?” Logan inquired, less enthusiastic and over the top as Patton, crouching down in front of the anxious side. Virgil nodded silently. “Let me see.”

The pin pricks were stinging, but other than that there didn’t seem to be much damage. There was a small part of Virgil that was screaming at him just to just cut off his entire hand because if any venom got inside him it would be bad, but cutting off his hand would also be bad, so he ignored that voice and listened to Logan’s voice of reason instead.

He was wrapping Virgil’s hand in a compression bandage, carefully and calmly explaining the purpose of it not only for Virgil’s benefit, but for Patton’s. Roman was kneeling at Virgil’s other side, trying to sooth him as much as possible.

“It couldn’t have happened to a worse person,” He muttered when Patton shot him a quizzical look, “If any venom was injected with that bite, Virgil’s increased heart rate will have it travel around the body faster. The key is not to panic, which is easier said than done for Panic at the Everywhere.”

Logan looked mildly surprised. “Very impressive Roman.”

The Prince looked offended, “I deal with villains all the time, and some of them come in the snake variety, Logan, I have to know what I’m doing.”

“Can you all…do you think you could…just…could you step…um…” Virgil couldn’t get the complete sentence out, his bandaged hand still gripped in Logan’s own, Roman’s hands on his shoulders and Patton sitting close on his other side. All of them were touching him somehow and it was having the opposite effect from making him calm.

“Of course.” Logan realised it first, released Virgil’s hand and stood, gesturing for Roman and Patton to do the same. Patton did reluctantly, but he smiled softly when Virgil rose to his feet too, shaky but able to support himself.

“We shall monitor the bite, and if it shows no signs of envenomation, then I think you shall be fine. Besides, being inside the mindscape will mean he will heal quickly from a bite.” The logical side continued, “Do you need anything?”

“No.” Virgil whispered. He desperately needed his headphones and the chance to get out of his room because of the fear of something else being hidden in there, but he didn’t verbalise any of that.

Not that he had too.

“Well Kiddo, why don’t you come with me and we can set you up somewhere with a nice audiobook, while Roman and Logan check the rest of the room for any other nasty creepy crawlies?” Patton suggested, smiling broadly as he read exactly how Virgil was feeling.

“Snakes cannot be classified as a ‘creepy crawly’.” Logan countered before Virgil could reply, “For one, it refers to insects, specifically those with legs. A snake is neither of these and-.”

“Logan, we get it.” Virgil interrupted, and Logan looked surprised but stopped talking. “Sorry, I just…I wanna get out of here.”

“Of course, please do while Roman and I search the room.” Logan nodded.

Patton led Virgil from the room as Roman materialised his sword from nowhere and began to search the room, Logan making sure he put things back in the right place so as not to cause any more undue stress to Virgil when he came back in.

In the yard, the sack inside the rubbish bin trembled, before springing open and Deceit tumbled from it in the least graceful movement he had ever done. His head was aching and he really needed to go and lie down after being hit by such a large book.

A sinister smile spread across his lips.

The plan was in action.

#virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts deceit #Snake Bite #repost #so queue me

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uglypastels · 6 years

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The Origin - Peter Parker (1/2)

(a/n) This story if for @starksparker 10k writing challenge (congratulations and wow, you’re awesome!! <3) The prompt I chose was: #80 - “I like that color on you”. I hope it’s as much of a joy to read as it was to write.

I also want to give a big (like galaxy sized) shoutout to @andwhatdostarsdobest for helping/editing the shit out of this. Thank you for making this story readable.

word count: 9927

warning: cursing, sick Peter (so maybe angsty idk), fluff, some horrible jokes and references.

The story ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated. So stay tuned for part 2!!

“When do you think they will finally let us go home?” Peter heard the whispers behind him. He looked at his watch. It was around 2 o’clock. There was still two hours to go until the end of the trip. He had the urge to answer the question but knew it wasn’t directed toward him.

The girls behind him kept giggling, he wished they would shut up so he could hear the lab guide better.

“Hey, shut it.” Another voice spoke up from the crowd. Peter, was, for a moment, convinced it was his voice but no, it couldn’t be, it was too high, And it came from behind him. His eyes, which had been glued to the guide for most of the lecture, wandered off to the side where they landed on (Y/N). She was clad in her usual oversized sweater, fading into the crowd of bored teenagers. Her backpack casually hanging off one shoulder. The girls she had been talking to rolled their eyes and started laughing as they walked away to the side of the group. (Y/N) fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweater, pulling them down over her hands. She had been staring hard at the ground, but when she lifted her head, her gaze pierced right through Peter. It’s a weird sensation sensing someone watching you, Peter was sure that’s why she hadn’t looked him in the eyes. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable he mustered a half-smile before returning his gaze to the guide.

They had been sharing lessons ever since their enrollment at Midtown High. Except for the conventional ask for a pen, they had never really talked much. In freshman year they did a project together for biology class, but in the age of Google Drive and shared documents, they barely needed to talk.

Still, Peter couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the girl. She had this something about her that made Peter want to get to know her. That something had always been there, nagging at the back of his mind whenever he saw her but each time his nerves got the better of him. Peter mentally cursed himself for his anxiety

“Here at Oscorp Lab, we have spent many years trying to find out as much as we can about Vita Radiation,” the guide said, moving to the side where a big window of, what Peter assumed to be, thick bulletproof glass, separated them from a group of scientists in radiation suits.

“Our highest priority in this research has always been to try and recreate Erskine’s infamous Project Rebirth, of which you may have heard of in your history class-”

“-wasn’t that done in secret and illegally?” Michelle’s voice broke out from the back of the group. Their guide stared blankly at the group of teenagers before breaking out into an exasperated smile, disregarding Michelle’s accusation and continuing his story.. Peter snorted at the situation.

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Half an hour later than planned, the group was finally standing on the steps leading to and away from the labs. Peter sat down on one of the higher steps, further away from the rest of the class. It would still be another minute or five before the bus would get there. He sighed, looking down at his fellow students... most of whom were on their phones. Joining them, Peter pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling mindlessly through his apps. There weren’t any notifications for him to check, so what else could he do?

A high pitched scream penetrated the silence, capturing his attention. A few laughs followed. Peter’s gaze shifted from the screen in front of him. People were laughing even harder now, as the yelps and little screams continued. He scrambled up to get a better look. (Y/N) was stood a few steps below, moving vigorously, her arms flapping wildly around her as if she was trying to shake something off... It looked like she needed help.

Peter rushed down the stairs to help her, arriving just in time to catch her. Her chaotic movements had caused her to lose her balance and teeter dangerously close to the edge of the step... He reached out pulling her back before any harm was done. Peter was a humble guy but he couldn’t help but expect some kind of thank you, even if it was only small. Instead, she whimpered, “gerroff! Gerroff!” He didn’t understand what she was saying until he noticed something in her hair. It was small, but the color contrasted deeply with her hair.

“Wait! Stand still,” he instructed. (Y/N) stopped moving. Her lip was quivering slightly, her hands shaking. Peter reached out to the strand of hair in which the small spider was hanging. He hated spiders, but that only made him understand (Y/N)’s reaction even more and he was determined to help her out.

Fighting back his own fears, he tried to keep his hand steady as possible. The creature scuttled up and down, causing (Y/N) to close her eyes and stiffen up. She bit down hard on her lip, attempting to hold in her brewing screams, and Peter was pretty sure she was holding her breath too.

Peter tried getting the spider one more time. He stepped a little closer and cupped the eight-legged abomination in his hands. When he stepped away, he saw all the muscles in her body relax.

“Thank you,” the words came out a mere whisper. They were looking at each other for a few seconds until Peter remembered that he could talk.

“Yeah, no problem” he breathed out a smile, “I- ouch! Oh shit!” A pain erupted from his hand and shot through his whole body. (Y/N)’s relief had made him completely forget about the spider encased in his palm. The spider was sick of being stuck in his grip too, apparently, because when he opened up his hands he saw the arachnoid poised in the middle... A red circle surrounding it. He looked at it in shock. The bastard had actually bitten him?! Was he going to die? Every possible outcome rushed through his mind, none of them resulting in a happy ending. How would he tell Aunt May? She would be so mad if he died on a school field trip. Nausea coursed through him and his head felt light. He couldn’t tell if it was from the bite or the prospect of his furious aunt. The spider twitched on his palm, making his skin itch. Without thinking, he shook his hand. The spider fell off and disappeared from view. Peter searched, but couldn’t see it anywhere. That’s what he always hated the most about spiders, the way they could roughly vanish into thin air. He felt very uneasy knowing it could be anywhere.

“Are you okay?” The soft voice brought him back. His eyes meeting (Y/N)’s.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” he paused thinking of the right words, not wanting to stir panic within her, “are you okay? you almost fell and you know...”

“Yes, I’m good. Thank you, again,” she blushed. Peter thought she looked really cute. The way her cheeks had this soft pink glow against hair fair skin. “But didn’t it bite you?” She raised her eyebrow. Peter hoped she hadn’t seen that. He pulled down the sleeve of his sweater so it would cover his hand. “Nah, I’m fine.”

“So, what was that ouch all about.” There was an amused expression on her face. Peter wanted to say something, but no words came out. After a while, he stammered out, “cramp.”

“Cramp?” she scoffed, clearly not believing any of it. Peter nodded to try and assure her this was the case. The sound of screeching wheels below interrupted the awkward conversation. The two of them looked down at the bottom of the steps where the giant yellow school bus had just rolled to a stop. Peter wanted to get away from the confrontation so he started making his way downstairs, walking fast, faces passed. Peter hummed the piano melody when somebody called out his name, in some way or another…

“Hey, Penis Parker!” Flash yelled out from above him. Peter stopped and turned around. “Do you want your stuff?” Flash was standing next to his backpack.

“Oh, yeah, thanks, Flash.” He was walking up to meet him, but Flash had other plans.

He picked up Peter’s bag and practically yeeted it down at his owner. There was a $200 graphic calculator in it and aunt May would most likely kill him if he broke it. Fearing Aunt May’s wrath, Peter jumped up trying to catch it. His usually horrible reflexes gone as he grabbed it just in time. Another shot of pain rushed through him. Why did he have to catch it with that hand? He almost dropped the backpack as his whole arm went numb from pain.

“Oh right, totally fine,” he heard (Y/N) mumble from the bottom of the stairs. She rolled her eyes and headed off for the bus. Feeling defeated and a bit humiliated, Peter stayed behind, frozen on the steps. There was this feeling at the bottom of his stomach. This mix of nervous nausea and general sickness feeling his guts.

Peter could feel the ground underneath him shake as the rest of his classmates walked to the bus as well. Ned walked up to him, “at least you tried.” Ned gave him a little pat on the shoulder and more uncomfortable sensations littered throughout his body. They felt like ten thousand knives stabbing him in the shoulder, traveling all the way to his fingertips. He had to hold in a groan and the few tears collecting in his eyes.

Ned turned around to look at Peter when he realized his best friend wasn’t walking behind him. “Pete, let’s go.”

“Yeah, okay.” But Peter didn’t move. Ned had to get up the stairs again and drag Peter down himself.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Ned said as he grabbed him by the arm. More pain flushed through Peter. Through slightly gritted teeth, he managed to say: “Yeah, I know.”

They made their way over to the bus, the last ones to get inside. Ned walked ahead of Peter, finding his way to their usual seats. Peter would normally join him, but his legs were buckling beneath him. He fell into the first seat he reached and sank against the window. The cold glass cooled down his now boiling face. It also sent chills down his spine. He was sure his body temperature would break a thermometer, and the pain was spreading from his arm to his chest and right through to his feet. Maybe he was really dying. All those jokes he made were coming to bite him in the ass. He definitely didn’t feel so smarmy now. Everything hurt so much.

His painful thoughts had to be interrupted when his whole body started to shake. Oh, he was having a seizure? Why not. Only he wasn’t, because he heard a voice: “Peter, Peter!” Two hands gripped his shoulders. Peter groaned, pain bursting into him again, as he opened his eyes. When did he even close them?

“What?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. His arm ached with every small movement. He could feel someone looking at him.

“You have to get up unless you want to stay on the bus for the whole night.” It was Ned. Chuckling. Peter didn’t understand, but then he looked out the window and saw that the bus was standing in front of the school. How? When? Did he fall asleep? Did he already die and this was heaven… no, this was school - he was in hell!

Very slowly, he managed to pull himself up, the pain not subsiding for even a moment. Cold sweat pooled at his forehead and begun to trail down it in small, uneven lines. The feeling was so intense as his entire body began to shiver. One of his knees was shaking so bad that he almost fell over. If it wasn’t for Ned catching him, he would have hit his face in the seat of the bus bench.

“Are you okay?” Ned asked, still holding on to him. Peter pulled himself together. Clearing his dry throat, he managed to make out: “Yeah, yeah, just a bit sick.”

He picked his backpack up from the seat next to him. Stupidly using that hand again. Ned was still looking at him, so Peter bit his lip and pushed through it. He pulled the backpack over his shoulder, it still hurt but not so intensely as his hand. Ned gave his friend a concerned look. Peter just smiled through his pain. Yes, just smile while you feel like you’re being skinned alive. Just like any other day. Except it’s much worse. So, so much worse.

His internal monologue almost blocked out Ned’s voice. Peter could see his lips move and he knew there were words coming out of them, but everything just sounded like an air horn. His head hurt. Not getting any answer, Ned walked away, glancing back at Peter a few times before leaving the bus. Peter was now the only one left in the vehicle. Even the driver had gotten out, probably ready to smoke a cigarette after a full day driving around teenagers.

Step by step, he made his way outside, clinging onto anything he could to steady himself. Immediately, he was blasted by the sun, and a blistering feeling covered his corneas. Since when was it so bright in New York? He almost tripped, forgetting the last step. Thankfully, there was nobody around him to bear witness to that. Nobody to see him walk clumsily to the subway station, reminiscent of a Walker from the Walking Dead. Granted, he received a few strange looks from the people on the subway, but Peter had the feeling they had seen stranger things… oh, at least now he knew how Will Byers felt all through season 2. Was the spider possibly from the Upside Down? Was Oscorp a real-life Hawkins Lab? Were they also trying to make a passageway to another dimension? It all made sense...all those weird alien things attacking New York for the past few years… they were just Demogorgons and whatnot.

Peter almost missed his stop. He was falling asleep again. The conspiracy theory about his favorite Netflix show becoming a bit too much for his last two working brain cells, but he knew he had to get back home. If he didn’t, things might end up getting much worse. The doors of the subway slid open and he urged himself forward, head rush hitting as soon as he moved. But by some miracle, he managed to weave past the other commuters and stumble onto the platform... Next followed a walk of thirty minutes which usually took him about ten. Most of the delay was caused by his tempo, his legs hurt too much to keep up his normal speed, but there were a few occasions in which Peter just simply took a wrong turn and almost ended up on the other side of the city. On a few occasions, he actually walked into a dark alley on purpose, his eyes couldn’t take the firing sunbeams anymore. These were all signs, he knew it - death was upon him.

Finally, at his own door. He swallowed, hard, trying to muster the strength to search for his keys. None came. Instead, he weakly knocked on the door, waiting for May to open it. His face felt like a juxtaposition, hot and cold all at once. His knees were now shaking at the weight of the rest of his body and his arms hung heavy by his side. The only thing that was missing was Aunt May’s spaghetti. Yes, this is definitely the time to make horrible jokes. While you are dying in the corridor. If he had the power, he would have kicked himself. Thankfully, the door swung open.

Aunt May appeared in front of him. The smell of her walnut meatloaf perforated the apartment and now the corridor, filling Peter’s nostrils and he was this close to throwing up. It wasn’t even because of the meatloaf, even if it was always a catastrophe, it was more the change for his senses that caused it. The difference in smells made his head spin and his stomach turn.

Aunt May had not been paying attention to the state of her nephew. Peter assumed she was rummaging in the key bowl next to the door. He could hear the tingling of metal in porcelain. The high-pitched noises left a ringing sound in his ears.

“Did you lose your key again? I swear, Pete-” May’s last words faded at the sight of him once she finally looked in his direction. Peter knew he must look horrible. The right word was probably “dead”. He looked dead. At least that is how he felt.

“What’s wrong with you?” She pulled him inside as Peter tumbled into the apartment, his legs giving up on him. If it wasn’t for May, he would have fallen to the ground, face first. She grumbled as she tried to keep him up and steady. Securing her arms around his waist, she managed to direct Peter to the couch, which he fell onto immediately. His eyes closed the moment his head touched the pillow. He couldn’t wait for sleep to properly hit him now.

He could feel a blanket being wrapped around him and a cool hand touching his forehead. It felt amazing. For the last few minutes, he had been feeling like he was stuck in a sauna. He could hear May’s voice in the distance, even though she was right next to him. “Oh Pete, you’re burning up,” May’s concerned voice echoed in his head. He just groaned in agreement. Unconsciously he pulled the sleeve even more over his bitten hand, attempting to hide it from May. He felt the weight of the couch change, telling him that his aunt was now sitting on the other side. There probably wasn’t much space left for her, as he could feel the opposite arm with his feet. May tried to pull his legs up to place them gently on her lap, not wanting to cause Peter anymore discomfort. Except, when his limbs moved, more pain shot through him and Peter practically yelled out in agony. May dropped them in surprise, causing another surge to race through Peter.

“Peter?” there was no real question asked, so he didn’t respond. His eyelids were so heavy now that he couldn’t even blink them open. He didn’t know when, but at some point, he finally fell asleep.

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When he woke up, Peter couldn’t move. His barely existent muscles were fiery from the intense pain. Breathing had to be kept to a minimum because heaving his chest hurt too much. His head was throbbing. He could practically feel his brain pulsing, each and every beat adding to his miserable state. His clothes felt drenched from the cold sweat.

There was a knock on the door. Without thinking, Peter answered weakly with a, “come in.” But wasn’t he in the living room? Why would he answer that? He opened his eyes. Above him was not the grey ceiling under which he fell asleep. Instead, he saw the bottom of his bunk bed. How did he get to his own room?

The door of his room opened. Peter closed his eyes again, the glare from the light on the bedside table was too bright for his eyes. It was too painful. Footsteps approached him, they were heavy, definitely not Aunt May’s. The voice that accompanied the steps, verified Peter’s speculations.

“Hey, buddy.” Uncle Ben bowed down to sit next to him on the bed. The switch of the weight in the mattress made Peter shift a bit, causing a wave of pain to run through his ribs. It wasn’t as bad as before, but a small cry still left his lips. He made another attempt at opening his eyes. The light still agitated him, but he worked through it. Soon enough, he saw the broad shape of his uncle sharply in front of him. His sympathetic smile poked from underneath his mustache. He was holding a plate in one hand. Peter could smell burnt toast. Was he having a stroke?!

“Once you feel like you can get up, eat some breakfast, okay? I brought you some toast.” Oh, that explained it. But one thing was still bugging Peter. “Breakfast?” he quizzed his uncle. He hadn’t even eaten dinner yet. Ben chuckled at his confusion. As always, his laugh was casual but mocking at the same time.

“You’ve been knocked out cold for a good fifteen hours, Pete. May called the doctors at least five times.” Peter rose so quickly he felt like he got whiplash. His vision spun for a moment. He was starting to feel sick in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t have been sleeping that long. What was the last time he even slept more than six hours? He couldn’t remember.

“Fif-fifteen hours?” he mumbled as he held his head, trying to keep it steady. Everything was still spinning in front of his eyes hazily.

“Yeah, I brought you to bed after the first few. Thought it might be a bit more comfortable,” he smiled. Small wrinkles spreading next to his eyes. Showing that even with his great looks, age would catch up with everyone eventually.

Uncle Ben put down the plate near Peter’s legs and got up. He reached out for the pillow lying on the upper bed of the two. After fluffing it for a while he put it behind Peter’s back, who leaned against it immediately.

“Thanks.” Peter sighed satisfied. The spinning in his head finally stopped.

“Well, call us if you need something. Get some rest, and eat if you can.” He leaned down to pat Peter’s knee. A high pitched squeal left his mouth at every touch. It hurt so much.

“Sorry.” His uncle gave him one last, apologetic, smile before walking to the door and closing it behind him, leaving Peter alone. Peter took a few deep breaths. Yes, his body felt like it was on fire and his clothes stuck to his sweaty skin, but on the bright side, at least he didn’t feel like he was about to faint from exhaustion. He was wide awake, in fact. He could finally think straight again.

The empty feeling in his stomach encouraged him to pick up the plate of toast. It was just plain toasted bread, but in his state, Peter knew that it was the safest option. He was hungry and he would like to actually keep the food he ate in him and not puke it out a moment later. He went to grab the plate but froze when he saw his hand. He almost threw up right there.

The red circle that had formed soon after the bite, was now dark purple, almost black. It had also spread over most of his hand drawing all the way back to his wrist - which had swollen tremendously. On the back of his hand, his blue veins taut against his skin and he could swear he could see the blood pumping around them.

But even with the horrible look of it, the hand didn’t hurt anymore. If he closed his eyes, it was almost as if nothing ever happened… almost. But really the pain had simply moved to every other part of his body and squared itself. And then there was the fever and vertigo. What did that spider do to him?

He didn’t want to think about it. It was best not to think about it. Too much thinking about it couldn’t help him anyway. Worst case scenario, he dies. Oh, well. It would happen sooner or later. Of course, later was always much preferred, but… oh, who was he kidding? Peter didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not a vi…

“Peter?” Aunt May’s sleek, brunette hair appeared in the doorway. Like a flash, Peter had buried his bruised and swollen hand deep under the covers. He could only imagine the reaction it would have on her. There was no need for that. Peter just hoped he was quick enough. Fortunately, she didn’t. Taking one step forward she wrinkled her nose, “ugh, Pete, open the window for once, would you.”

“Sorry.” With his free hand, he took one piece of toast off the plate.

May walked to the window and drew the curtains. The sun shone into the room, searing Peter’s eyes. It was a big change from the weak light coming from the small lamp on his nightstand., The light from outside was much too harsh, his eyes were still very sensitive. It was as if his eyes couldn’t take up all the light particles anymore. He whined as he hid his eyes away from the brightness, and then again as he moved a tad too quickly. His muscles still ached as much as they had when he fell asleep on the couch. When he opened his eyes again to look at Aunt May, the room got even brighter, as if someone had dialed up the brightness to over a 100%.

He saw her open the window and that is when everything really went berserk: A police car speeded by through the street nearby and Peter thought his head would explode at the noise. He had never heard anything louder in his life… and he had gone to a Metallica concert with Uncle Ben last fall. His ears were still ringing when May walked up from the window.

“Eat up. I’m gonna bring you some medicine and I want to check your temperature,” she eyed him up and down, “and put on some fresh pajamas.” Her eyes had that friendly sternness in them for which she was known.

“Yes, ma'am.” Peter smiled as he took another bite of his toast, the dry food hard to swallow but at least he wasn’t throwing it up. “Could you also bring some water?” He did his best to look as innocent as possible.

May gave him one last look before walking off to get the medicine and a thermometer. Peter ate one whole piece of toast before struggling to his feet, fighting through the pain in his legs and arms the entire time. His eyes remained closed until he was upright, taking a few small breaths first. He made his way to his closet to get a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Every step hurt, his joints grinding, it took everything in him not to scream. The short walk had already exhausted him and he still had to pick some clothes and then put them on! Not to mention, he also had to take off the gross clothes he was already wearing. Tentatively, he shimmered out of the sweater that was stuck to his chest. Just like predicted, he was glistening from the sweat that dripped down his body. He had a feeling that as much as he was perspiring, this was a fever he just couldn’t sweat out.

With his upper body bare, he could get a better look at the rest of his arm. The bruising around his hand had only reached his wrist so far. But the dark veins were already showable all up to his elbow. Thick and bulging. Was this poison running through his veins? Would it kill him the moment it would reach his heart?

Peter glanced at the shirt he picked. It was a white short sleeve. With this one, it would be impossible to hide his arm. He put it on and over that a red hoodie that was comfortably laying in reach on a chair next to him. Perfect to cover up whatever was happening to him. He wasn’t doing this because he didn’t want his aunt and uncle to find out… well, that too, but mainly, he just didn’t want to look at it himself. It looked disgusting.

So he put on the sweater and took his jeans off, exchanging them for some blue sweatpants. The door opened once more, didn’t people in this house know how to knock? Peter only had one pant leg on so he jumped around a bit startled, almost toppling over. It would have been funny if he wasn’t in so much pain. He could swear he could hear his heartbeat in his head. Was that normal? Could he usually feel that? Surely not. Was he losing brain fluid? Was he literally drying out? It would make sense from the way he was feeling.

“Hi there,” Peter said awkwardly while still jumping around on one leg. Each time hurt more than the other. The dizziness was also coming back.

May had stood in the doorway waiting for him to finish putting on his trousers. The little nurse cap on top of her head. After all this time, Peter still couldn’t believe she kept that ridiculous thing. It started out as a little joke. His aunt would wear it when Peter was little and feeling a bit under the weather. Over the years it had just stuck around and become their thing. Even Uncle Ben would put it on sometimes. But mostly when it was Aunt May who was sick.

“Alright. Here.” She handed him a glass of water and five different kinds of pills. Peter had no idea if the medicine would actually work. He didn’t know if something against radioactive spiders could be found in your average drugstore. Radioactive, where did that come from? He had no idea, but it all made sense now. It did happen in front of the Oscorp lab. A company so toxic and poisonous from all the chemicals that Peter was surprised he hadn’t grown another set of eyes or something from just standing in front of the building.

He took the pills from May and was about to take the first one but she stopped him abruptly, “wait!” Peter didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to take the pill or not? His hand was suspended in mid-air, mouth hanging wide open, Peter looked to his aunt. His arm starting to shake from the position it was suspended in, so he let it fall to his side. His eyes still locked with Aunt May’s.

“Let me first check your temperature.” She shoved the thermometer into his open mouth without hesitation. Peter almost choking on the metal end. He and May stood in silence looking at each other until the beeping sounded from the little device and Peter opened his mouth to pull it out. He handed it over, afraid to look himself. He already knew what to expect. He had been burning up the whole day. That could not lead to a normal body temperature.

And he was correct because when May looked at the result, she gasped: “104 degrees!” Her hand shot to Peter’s forehead. Standing for so long was draining all his energy. When her hand reached face, he had to hold on to a bookshelf to stop from falling over backward.

Her eyebrows furrowed she let go of him. “Okay, that’s it. You’re getting in bed! Now!” Her arm was straight, Pointing in the direction of the heap of blankets. Peter followed her demand before she could do anything about it herself. If she had pushed just a little bit, he would be laying on the floor with a concussion. He was sure of that.

“You’ve been walking around without a jacket again, haven’t you?” she exclaimed once he was laying in bed again, tucking him in. Peter wanted to protest. To say that no, he has always had a jacket on. But what would be the point? He couldn’t exactly tell her that a spider bit him and that now its venom was flowing through his body. No, he could, but why would he give her, even more, to stress out about. Let’s keep it at one tragedy at a time.

May tucked him in so tight that he could barely breathe. He was lucky he had remembered to leave his arms free from the covers, or otherwise, he would have been stuck with the pills and glass of water underneath it. May stood up straight, looking rather proud of her job, but more than a hint of concern could still be seen in her expression. Peter expected her to leave now, but she just stood watching him. Like she was expecting something from him. Which she was, he remembered -

“Oh, right.” He put one of the pills in his mouth, swallowing it down with some water. He did the same thing with the other four. The last one he had a particularly hard time with. It was disgusting! Peter gagged when the small capsule got stuck in his throat. May had to help him not choke. Once she was sure Peter was safe and could breathe properly again, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Ok, call if you need anything. I took a day of work. Ben will be leaving in an hour or so… uhm, your phone is on the charger. But I don’t want you staring at a screen the whole day so, read a book or something.” The stern look came back on her face.

“You got it.” Peter handed back the glass. He watched as she left his room, leaving the door slightly ajar so she could see if he needed her. He sighed, using his last bit of energy. Now that he was a bit relaxed, he felt how his legs were shaking from those five minutes of standing. His head felt heavier again, so he lowered it onto his pillow. It was so soft that he soon was dozing off again.

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Peter stirred in his sleep. The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Each tick reminiscent to his own heartbeat. Steady, but too loud for his own ears. There was another noise that bothered him and in the end, also was what woke him up. Footsteps. They weren’t Ben’s or May’s. He knew those all too well from all the nights in which he had to look out for them walking in on him while he was watching youtube or Netflix in the middle of the night. No, this was someone else… And they were walking towards his door. How did he know that? He could feel his heart beating in his throat now. The steps were so clear in his mind that he could envision the person nearing him. Getting closer and closer.

He was ready for a knock on his door any moment now, but nothing came. Instead, he heard the doorbell. Then May’s footsteps making their way to answer. Those he identified easily. She unlocked the door and Peter could hear her talking loud and clear: “Hello, there.” He could actually hear the smile that he knew was consuming her face.

“Hi,” it was a girl, a girl he knew, “I’m (Y/N). I go to school with Peter.” Her voice sounded shy. The same way when she was taken aback by a teacher asking her questions in class.

From the few people who cared about his existence at school, she was probably the last person who Peter would expect to visit him. His heart skipped a beat. Because - (Y/N)!? What was she doing here? How did she even know where he lived? And wasn’t it a school day? Or did he sleep through the whole day already? The questions made his head hurt again, so Peter stopped thinking. Instead, he tried to concentrate on listening to the conversation. It hurt his head but happened much easier than he thought. It seemed impossible to him that he could not only hear, but also understand what they were saying from the distance which separated him, May and (Y?N).

Their conversation continued with a gasping laugh coming from May: “Ah, (Y/N). I’m Peter’s aunt, May. Nice to meet you.” (Y/N)’s voice responded almost immediately, now sounding more confident. “Likewise.” He had the feeling that the two were now shaking hands. Peter heard a creaking sound, presumably the front door opening wider. Then May spoke again, “come in. Come in. Does Peter know you’re-”

“Oh no.” (Y/N) interrupted, with a small laugh, “Ned was supposed to bring him his homework, but something popped up for the decathlon, so…” her words faded in the end, probably not having prepared a full answer. May, however, wasn’t bothered.

“Right, right. Well, come on in. I think he is sleeping.” This was followed by a small giggle. It was hard for Peter to identify who it was coming from. May? (Y/N)? Maybe both of them were laughing?

Peter rolled his eyes. If he had the strength, he would have run over to them and interrupted this embarrassing moment. It was so unfair. Wasn’t he supposed to at least be in the room if his aunt was embarrassing him in front of his crush?

After a small silence that followed the giggles, May spoke again: “I’ll go check up on him.” Footsteps approached his door for real this time. May sauntered in, her eyes sparkling even more than usual. Peter sat up as straight as his aching body would let him. His jaw locked in frustration...or was it from the pain?

His aunt was beaming gleefully, closing the door softly behind her so she could talk to her nephew in private.

“May, what are you doing?” he asked, internally freaking out and the smug expression of his aunt was not making anything better for him.

“Nothing,” May batted a hand in his direction, although he was sure he saw the corner of her mouth turning up, “there’s a girl-” She pointed back at the door with her thumb.

“I know,” he blurted out. May was taken aback but kept going. The smile not even fading from the corners of her mouth as she talked.

“She’s cute,” she teased. Peter wished that his illness would hurry up and kill him already. Mentally, this was so much worse than any pain he had endured so far.

“I know,” he repeated through gritted teeth this time, “and that’s why I don’t want her to see me like this.” He pointed at his face, which felt hot and sweaty and was probably paler than paper. May rolled her eyes at his dramatics. Biting her lip, like she always did when she was joking and said: “You look adorable, I’m sure she won’t mind. I’m letting her in.” Before Peter could object she was bouncing off towards the front door where (Y/N) stood to wait. The footsteps on the hardwood floor were clear as (Y/N) made her way through the apartment to his room. Peter felt beads of sweat drip down his forehead. He didn’t know if it was the fever or the nerves causing it. He never had a girl standing in his room before. And this was not the way he had pictured he would look the first time.

There was a gentle knock knock on the door. Peter answered with a croaking: “Come in.” and the door opened. Her hair fell into view before the rest of her. She poked her head inside. Probably a bit insecure about walking into his room for the first time, not sure what to expect.

“Hey there,” her voice its usual softness. Peter could barely make out her small wave as, as usual, her hand was completely covered by her oversized sweater. Peter waved back awkwardly. She drifted around his room, observing all his little trinkets. He followed her with his eyes, hoping he didn’t leave anything humiliating lying around. From what he could see, he seemed to be fine. Although that reassurance vanished when he took another look at her. She seemed to have lingered on one thing in his room for an extended period of time, “is that a Lego Millenium Falcon?” She pointed at the object. Peter followed her finger. He looked at the grey sculpture standing in the corner of the room, leaning against a stand that Peter build after the original had broken when he and Ned were building it.

“Uh yeah,” Peter blushed. He couldn’t gauge from her level tone whether she was impressed or about to mock him. He hoped the former. Luckily, he wasn’t wondering for long, as she walked up to it and smiled, “how long did it take you to build it?”

Peter scratched the back of his neck as he watched her examine the small version of the iconic spaceship. “I don’t know. A few weeks, maybe. Ned and I did it together.” She glanced at him from where she was standing, but her eyes went back to the Lego not even two seconds after. Whit a smile she commented: “Aw, that’s so cool. I have the Star Destroyer set at home, been trying to build it with my brother.” She looked at the lego set in fascination.

As she was not paying much attention to him, Peter didn’t know what to do. Should he lay down or stay seated? Should he start a proper conversation? He had no idea. This was the first time he had ever been properly alone with her. Trying to think of something as a reply, he dried his clammy hands on the duvet.

“Oh, cool.” Probably the un-coolest thing he could respond with, but he did anyway. (Y/N) chortled at his words, attention still on the Falcon. When she had finished marveling at it, she came over and sat down on the edge of his bed.

There was a sheepish smile on her face.“How are you feeling?” she asked, “Ned told me you were sick. Was it the spider?” The last part came out as a whisper, which Peter appreciated as she never closed the bedroom door behind her.

Peter shook his head.“No, just a fever. Nothing bad,” he assured her. She looked skeptical, not buying into his flimsy story, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t believe it himself, so why would she. But she didn’t question him any further. Instead, she changed the subject completely. “Well, I brought you your homework. Ned couldn’t make it.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him.

“You do?” Oh, he messed up. How could he have possibly known why she was here without having listened in on the conversation she had with Aunt May? He couldn’t tell her that. He didn’t want her to think he was weird. “Yeah. Ned, uh, h-he texted me,” he stuttered out in the end.

“Weird. I didn’t tell him that I was coming to see you.” she bend down to look through her backpack, which she had put down next to her on the floor before. She had said this very emotionlessly. Peter started to worry again. He thought he had this under control, but oh boy, was he far from that.

“I meant, that he texted me that he couldn’t come himself,” he tried again. Her expression softened a bit with the new information, even laughing a bit. She sat up straight. Seeing the worry in Peter she laughed even more.

“Wow, chill out, Parker. Obviously, I did tell him,” her laughter filling up the room, melodic sounds that seemed to match Peter’s heartbeat perfectly. “Otherwise, how would I have gotten your address? Well, anyway,” she put her backpack on top of her lap and unzipped it, “here’s your homework.” She pulled out a big pile of papers and a small box of what seemed to be cookies, “and here are some chocolate chip cookies my mom baked last night. I picked them up on my way from school to your place. I don’t know if you want them, or even like them, but yeah...” She looked a bit unsure at the clear tapestry before handing it over to him.

“Thanks.” He took the box and stack of homework from her, placing them down on the bed aside from her. He wanted to get rid of them quickly before his arms gave out but he didn’t want (Y/N) to know that. He looked down at his hands. The fingers of his left hand were trembling a bit. He glanced back at her, only to see her staring blankly at the open zipper of her bag.

“So…” he wanted to start a conversation, desperately trying to cling on to any good starters. At the sound of his voice, she eagerly looked up from her backpack. “Ho-how are you?” he asked, slightly cringing at his own words.

“I’m good,” she smiled sheepishly, “you?” She paused, cursing herself, “that’s a stupid question. Sorry.”

“No. It’s- I’m fine. Just a bit tired, I guess,” Peter rambled. As if the bed was suddenly burning her, she shot up. Mumbling, “right, sorry. I should let you rest.” She was walking away. Peter’s eyes were glued on her. Cursing himself with every move she made away from him.

Her hand wrapped around the door handle, about to leave. Peter wanted to stop her. He didn’t want to be alone and those short minutes with her had almost completely distracted him from the imminent death he was sure was coming. But he couldn’t possibly ask her to stay. He would sound weird and pathetic. They weren’t actually friends, as much as Peter yearned for it. He opened his mouth regardless, “no, wait. Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not that tired.” His incoherent babbling was making (Y/N) smile, every time he tripped over a word her smile grew bigger.

“It’s okay, Peter. I have to get going anyway. I hope you get better soon.”

“I hope so too,” he laughed awkwardly. Before she left she had a few last words for Peter. She turned around. With a smirk, she said, “I like that color on you.” Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and Peter had the feeling his cheeks looked the same. Although, his face had been boiling all day, so who knows.

“What?” he asked with a small laugh. He couldn’t remember the last time he got a compliment from a girl - that wasn’t his aunt. It had also come so suddenly that he wasn’t sure if she had actually said or if it was just a figment of his imagination, resulting from him being so sick. He just looked at her startled.

“The blue and red,” she pointed at his clothes, “not a lot of people dare to color block anymore. It suits you.” Peter looked down at his hoodie. It was okay, he thought, nothing too special though.

“Oh, uhm, thanks, what was he supposed to say? He frantically searched his brain for something light-hearted, “you look good… too.” That was not it. Peter wanted to bury his head in his hands. Why did he have to be like this? Fortunately, she laughed it off and waved him goodbye, saying, “bye, Peter, I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said so faintly it was almost a whisper. He waved her off until she closed the door behind her. Falling back into his pillow, his spine cracked in a few spots. It didn’t hurt, but Peter had to admit, that did not sound healthy. But he had other things to worry about, so he pushed it to the side. For example: how was it possible that he could hear May and (Y/N) talk on the other side of the apartment? Was it a fluke? Peter needed to know, so he concentrated as hard as he could. More footsteps. (Y/N)’s footsteps. They were light and quick. Almost as if she barely touched the ground while walking. Then they stopped, but he didn’t hear the door open. Instead, there were voices. Just like Peter assumed, May said, “oh, are you leaving already?”

(Y/N) sighed. “Yes, I got homework to do, so I should really get going.” An airy laugh left (Y/N)’s lips. How can I possibly hear this, he thought - still very confused about the whole situation. He expected to hear (Y/N)’s gentle voice again, but it was May who spoke: “Well, thank you for stopping by. I’m sure Peter enjoyed the company.” The two said their goodbyes and after a shuffle of footsteps, the door banged a couple of times, as May tried to close. Uncle Ben had planned on fixing the jammed door already for weeks. Peter let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was glad that (Y/N) had left because he didn’t have to pretend like he was not in agony.. But, at the same time, he was sad. Because Aunt May was right. He did enjoy the company.

The next thing that happened was difficult to describe. It was… strange at the very least. The door to his room opened without a warning, but Peter was prepared, sensing it before it happened. It wasn’t that he knew it would be May, but he could feel it. In a very specific way that he just couldn’t explain to himself. It wasn’t that he heard her walk or that he could see her. He just felt the presence of someone nearing him. It made the hair on his arms stand up. Like all his normal senses blacked out and were exchanged for this other, new, sense, that he didn’t know he had. Did he actually have it before? It didn’t seem like it. The sensation was too bizarre. If he had ever experienced it before, he would have remembered.

May walked in, practically radiating from the opportunity she had to tease Peter.“Sooo,” May smirked as she rounded the door,. “who is she?” Why could Peter feel his aunt coming to his room, but not expect this conversation? Even when he knew she wanted to talk to him.

“No- no one. Just- just a girl from school.” Peter scratched the back of his neck, not feeling like having this conversation right now. May crossed her arms as she leaned oh-so-casually against the door.

“Uh-huh, sure. So every girl at your school is cute?” her voice rising on the last word, eyebrows waggling wildly. Peter wished he hadn’t said that. He closed his eyes hoping to find an easy way out from this conversation.

The feeling from before came back. Even with his eyes closed, it was like he could see his aunt walk towards him. He could see her reach out for his hand. The bitten hand. Like a reflex, Peter pulled it away, still wanting to keep his secret. Opening his eyes again, he saw that May was, indeed, crouching at the side of his bed. Her mouth hanging open slightly and brow now furrowed. Luckily, she had misunderstood it as a moody-teenager-move. Her smug smile changed when she wrinkled her nose and she pressed her lips to one corner of her mouth.

“Pete, you don’t have to be ashamed. It’s natural,” she mused. “if you ever wanna talk about anything, come to me.” She laid a hand on his hair, before drawing it away when she felt how damp it was, ”or Ben, if you don’t feel comfortable. Just talk, okay?”

“Yeah.” It was a weak yeah, but it was enough to satisfy his aunt. He reciprocated May’s smile which only widened hers.

She sat down on her knees on the ground, her elbows on the edge of the bed, while she leaned her chin on her hands. With wiggling eyebrows she “So tell me, what’s she like?”

“Ugh, oh my god!” Peter rolled his eyes with a groan. He thought that would be the end of it, but apparently not...Was he really having this conversation with her right now? On his deathbed?

“Fine, fine. I thought I would at least try. She seemed nice though.” May backed off with the questions. Her eyes suddenly flashed to something laying next to him, “she brought you cookies?” May reached out for the little tapestry box. With a click, it opened and the smell of warm chocolate filled the room. Did she warm them up for him? Peter watched his aunt take one cookie out of the box.

“Oh, these are good!” she said, taking a bite, immediately followed by a small moan. “Did she make those for you?” She waved around with the remaining part of the cookie.

“No, no, her mom did. She just...brought them.”

“Right, well, I’ll leave them here then. But…” she took two more cookies, “I’m taking these with me.” Winking she got up and left Peter alone again. Not for very long though, as her head poked around the doorframe moments later, “how are you feeling? Steady enough to join us for dinner?” Peter just nodded.

“Yeah, I’m a bit better. Still a bit hot.” He rubbed his dry eyes. The rough skin on his fingertips didn’t make it much better. May had watched his every move curiously.

“Hmm, I’ll check your temperature again later, and give you some cold medicine.” She walked away, this time for good. Peter didn’t know what to do. From the clock on the wall he saw there would still be around an hour until dinner and from two whole days of sleeping, he was now wide awake. He hadn’t realized it when he had company, but his muscles weren’t causing him as much pain anymore. Now it was a mere myalgia. Like he used to have every time after Gym class when they were forced to do a PACER test. His body felt like it was starting to return to normal. Except for his face, but that was just the fever, he was sure of it. Well, pretty sure. Like 70% sure.

Peter’s stomach rumbled. The idea of dinner already sneaking its way into his brain. He hadn’t eaten properly since lunch of yesterday. The smell of the chocolate in the cookies filled his nostrils and made his mouth water. He couldn’t deny, they smelled delicious.

And they were delicious. Peter took one bite and the cookie melted in his mouth. The chocolate was hot, but not hot enough to actually burn his tongue. It was amazing, probably the best cookie he had ever tasted. Which was a bit suspicious. No cookie ever tasted that good after 24 hours. Good cookies were still good, but this was a bit too good. And they were warm. Not the microwave kind of warm, no, this was straight from the oven warm. Did she actually bake those for him?

Even though he was alone, he shook his head in denial. No, there was no way. When would she have gotten the time to do that? And why would she? They barely knew each other. It didn’t make sense. They weren’t on the ‘I’ll come over and bring you cookies when you’re sick’ level of friendship. Although, just minutes ago he didn’t think they were on ‘complimenting each other’ level, yet, that still happened.

“Hey, Peter?” Ben’s voice roamed the apartment. It shook Peter out of his paranoia. The small shock made him jump up in his position on the bed, throwing the box of cookies into the air. He moved around so quickly, that not even a crumb fell on the bed, including from the cookie he was holding.

“Nice catch.” Ben’s voice was closer now. Peter turned around his uncle standing, smiling at him. “How are you, buddy?”

“Fine, better than before.” Peter put down the box between his legs. Ben glanced down at the plastic container, a bit confused about why his nephew had a full box of chocolate-chip cookies.

“Good. Your aunt is asking me to ask you if you are joining us at the table.”

“What are we eating?” Peter quizzed his uncle, who just sighed in response. Peter sighed back, understanding what that meant, “if I tell you that I’m too sick, are you gonna make me get out there and eat that?”

“No, but I don’t think you can escape the meatloaf today, bud.” ben huffed out a laugh defeatedly.

“Right, I’ll just come.” He threw the blankets off his legs and kicked them back to the end of his bed. The small cramp in his thighs and calves making it hard to walk, and his knees were still a bit weak. However, that could be the cause of laying in bed the whole day. Uncle Ben had already walked back to the kitchen to help his wife not burn down the apartment. Peter went out to join them. He passed the mirror and wanted to do just that, pass it, but something he saw from his peripheral vision made his double take. He took a step back so he was standing in front of his reflection. At least, it looked like him at first glance. With a clearer inspection, the edges started to blur, minor details of his features morphing in front of him, or so it seemed. It looked like Peter if he had been amateurly drawn while sick. Everything was right, but just a bit wrong at the same time.

He was much paler. Hair stuck to his forehead. A vein in his neck was pulsing. It wasn’t dark though, like the ones in his arm. His arm. Peter pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie. To his surprise, all the veins were fading back to their normal color. His wrist was still a bit swollen, but the dark bruises had faded to a less threatening yellow hue with just a hint of red in the middle. The spot where the spider bit him. He stretched out his fingers to check if they hurt. Nothing. He pressed the middle of his palm with his ring and middle finger. Still nothing. The fingers didn’t hurt, but an intense pain erupted from the pressure point, through his arm, all the way up to his chest. But it was a different kind of pain. Not in his muscles. It felt like it was literally coming from his veins.

With all of this, freaking him out a bit too much, he pulled the sleeve back down and continued looking at his reflection. Except for the strange vein, there was something generally off-putting about his neck. Together with his shoulders, it all looked to be broader. He rolled his head from left to right, back and forth and then in a circular motion. He heard several cracks. They didn’t hurt. But when he rolled his head back again, it did a bit, like a horrible cramp. To stop the pain from getting worse, he pulled his head back up.

His eyes were back on the mirror. He traced his body slowly, trying to see every small detail. Now that he thought about it, the sleeves of his hoodie felt a bit tight. It was one of those things that you didn’t see until you realize it. The same went for his sweatpants. They were just a bit off. Maybe it had shrunk in the dryer? Clothes did that, after all. Hmm, the clothes. They were just a simple red hoodie and blue sweats. Really nothing special. A bit too bright, Peter thought. But for some reason, it did suit him. He had no idea why, but (Y/N) was right. With a smirk still plastered on his face, he walked away, ready to eat some “food” his aunt had prepared.

> Part 2 <

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On Set

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: You have a giant ass crush on Tom and he is blissfully unaware of it, also there is an argument but he is acting and it’s not with you.

A/N: Okay, so it’s more of a blurb than anything, and I know it isn’t Daughters To Wed, but it’s more than I’ve been able to get out in a hot minute. I’m trying to get my creative juices flowing so that I can give you guys the best chapter two that I possibly can. As always, thank you all so much for your love and support! I love you very much and I hope you enjoy this little daydream I had at work the other day. 🤗

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“Cut!” You glance up, red pen poised above the page and eyes catching the back of the director in front of you.

Around you, all sorts of behind the scenes people are buzzing around with all sorts of things piled high in their arms. Leaning into the right arm of your chair, you watch Tom listen very intently to whatever the director is saying, looking very much the big movie star he is as makeup artists and hairstylists rush over to fix anything that needs fixing.

“Alright everybody, let’s take that again.” Michael yells, waving an arm in the air. A hush falls over the set and everyone in the scene gets ready for another take. Tom walks back to his marker, rolling his shoulders back just before the cameras begin rolling again.

“I’m just trying to do what is right, Blaire.” Tom sighs, easily falling back into character. He holds the back of a chair, staring into the eyes of his co-star, Liana Liberato. She lets out a half hearted laugh, running her hands through her hair and rolling her eyes.

“Joining the army is not what is right, Knox!” Tom throws up his hands.

Your eyes flicker down to the page, seeing the exact line Liana had just spoken. When you look up at Tom again, watching him play your character the way he felt was right, you realized that maybe he was more in tune with Knox than you. Striking a line through the sentence, you rewrite the paragraph based on Tom’s acting.

Knox rocks back onto his heels, his jaw tense as he stared across the table into Blaire’s watery eyes. In reality, they were only a few feet apart, but it felt like there was a giant chasm between them. He should feel sorry, he knows that, and maybe he will be sorry later, but for now, Knox was unforgiving and stubborn in his decision.

“I won’t apologize for volunteering for something that I was going to be forced to do anyways.” Tom delivers the line in a way that sends goosebumps up your arms. He takes a step back and then shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. Liana follows with her line, but you’ve completely zoned out. The end of your red papermate pen sat on your bottom lip, your eyes trained on Tom for the rest of the scene.

Anyone who saw you would know that you were hopelessly in love with the young actor. While you often entertained the crush with a silly day dream in your head, you knew that it would never be.

Sure, Tom was awfully chummy with you the majority of the time, but you were fairly certain that Mr. Hot Young Marvel Star wasn’t interested in the unusually young author that liked to hang around set a lot.

When the cast was finally released for a break, you couldn’t help the fluttering of your heart when you saw Tom make a bee line for your chair.

Tom Holland in modern clothing was breath taking, but Tom Holland in vintage forties attire was a kink you never realized you had until you had seen it. His usually unruly curls had been gelled down, save for one curl that you couldn’t decide gave him more of a Sinatra or Elvis vibe. He wore a yellow and brown stripped button up, tucked into brown trousers, and saddle shoes.

His smile was wide as he approached you, grabbing the left arm of your chair and peering down at the book in your lap.

“I don’t know why you’re always editing, it’s already published and it’s fantastic.” You put your pen in between the pages and close the book, smoothing one hand over the cover. Even after all this time, you still couldn’t get over the feeling you got when you saw your name engraved into the front, just below the title.

“Yes, Thomas?” You ignore his statement. This is a conversation the both of you have had many times before, but you didn’t really want to try and explain how none of your work never felt finished, that even published and bound in a hard cover, you still felt like it could be better.

“How did I do?” You twist about in your chair, pretending to give him your full attention. Of course, you had already been doing that, but Tom needn’t know that.

“Sweetheart, if I’ve told you once then I’ve told you a thousand times. You always do a phenomenal job of bringing Knox to life.” Somehow, his smile gets bigger. The corner of his eyes crinkle in delight and you want nothing more in that moment than to be a painter or photographer.

You wish you could make a picture of that smile to carry around with you for the rest of your life, but all you would ever be able to do is write about it. You could imagine a character in your mind, putting him together with all the little things you loved about Tom.

Like the way he smiled, all teeth and one eye crinkling a little more than the other. Or his smell, which was a combination of soap, fresh air, and Tessa. The character would definitely have Tom’s laugh, a laugh that warmed hypothermia victims to recovery and lit up whole rooms. Maybe that last bit was a little exaggerated, but that was definitely how his laugh sounded to you.

“(Y/N)?” You jumped a little, falling through your cloud and landing back on earth.

“I’m sorry, what did you say, Tom?” He chuckled and you made sure to add ‘heart warming’ to the list of descriptors you would use to describe him.

“Never mind, I’m going to go grab a snack. Do you want anything?”

You.

“A water, please?” Tom nods, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze before walking away. You sink a little into your chair, letting out a small sigh.

Liana, who has been talking with the ever present, Harrison, gives you a knowingly amused smile. Harrison does the same when he sees what she is looking at, the both of them already aware of the major crush you harbor for the twenty-two year old heart throb currently raiding the snack table behind you.

If Tom didn’t figure out how you felt by the end of filming, then you might have to add ‘utterly oblivious’ to the list as well.

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twopoppies · 6 years

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Do you know any larry fanfics on either ao3 or wattpad with 20+ chapters?

Hey there. So, I actually don’t read anything on Wattpad, and I don’t often read fics with that many chapters because I worry that they’re so long because they need a lot of editing and that drives me a bit bonkers. Having said all of that...here are some that I’ve really liked that I hope fit your request:

Long Fics

Night Out and Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere (Symphony Hall Series: 4 chapters and 19 chapters –– 137K total)

Night Out

Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

Saving Symphony Hall

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

Yellow by 13ways / @13ways-of-looking (19 chapters –– I’m cheating because this one is amazing)

The city of Gotham turns blood red with a new, mysterious criminal element, a beautiful woman named the Blind Cupid.

She threatens to tear the fabric of the city apart, aided by her deadly protégé, the Cat.

Can Batman stop them?

Will he resist the bewitching allures of the Cat?

A Batman/ Catwoman AU

No One Does It Better by nodibs (22 chapters)

Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

This got longer than I expected so the rest in under the cut

Victorian Boy by DonnaHaywardsHead (29 chapters)

Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar (34 chapters)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Gods & Monsters by velvetoscar (20 chapters)

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.

These are some I really like that don’t have a lot of chapters but have a really high word count, so you might like them as well.

Domestic Monsters by @g-uttertrash (9-part series - 234K total )

Part 1: come on, jump out at me

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...

Never Never Never Stop for Anyone (Sheylinsonverse) by aimmyarrowshigh spibsy (Lucy and Ramona) (430K over 10 chapters –– read the tags on this. It’s polyamory/BDSM)

Part 1: The World, It’s Turning Inside Out

The night before the first live show of X Factor's ninth series, George meets Harry and Louis in a nightclub.

Lightening Strikes Twice by dinosaursmate / @catfishau (104K)

“Louis Tomlinson,” Harry said slowly, shaking his head and betraying a slight grin. “What the fuck are the odds?”“Small world,” Louis said lightly, shrugging and holding his hand out to Harry, smirk playing on his lips. “Wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”“Haha! Please.”Harry slid his palm into Louis’, grasping and shaking it. It must’ve been… what? Thirty years?---Two tales, one story. One: a tale of a rock star taking a shine to a fan who is different from all the others, and two: a tale of an older, washed up rock star, who - on the brink of resigning himself to a life of loneliness - finds fate intervening.

For Reasons Wretched and Divine by @indiaalphawhiskey (94K)

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

An AU in two parts. Two boys, two stories, and hopefully, two chances at love.

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites (86K)

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines...I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly.*****OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don't know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between.

Atlas At Last by @louisandthealien (84K)

He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.

Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction (153K)

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

I hope that gives you some fics you haven’t read before! Enjoy!

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peekaboo-parker · 6 years

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Caught In His Trap- Lando x Solo!Reader

Requested By: A wonderfully beautiful Anon

Summary: Basically the request above, so please read ^^

Warnings: Language, violence, my freaking awesome editing skills, and my inability to write flirting scenes or lack of. And sort of angsty fluff is also in this.

Author’s Note: I APOLOGISE WHOLEHEARTEDLY for taking 5ever to post this story! But nevertheless, I really hope you enjoy it and thank you once again for requesting this fic! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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You grabbed the spear poking out of the imperial guard, heaving it out of the limp corpse, before swinging it around your back. An incoming trooper you had already noticed, smacked straight into the spear, sending them straight to the ground. The impact of their helmet hitting the ground echoed throughout the imperial base, alerting other incoming officers and troopers. In an attempt to somehow scare off some of the incoming enemies, you brought down the spear to the trooper’s chest, the tip immediately smashed through their armour killing them instantly.

A bead of sweat rushed down the side of your head, eventually falling off the edge of your jaw. You bit down on your bottom lip and narrowed your eyes, finding a large group of troopers heading toward you. Already their blasters were going off, but as soon as the wave came in, they were being wiped out.

Blue, red and green blasts flashed throughout the large base, and bodies fell around your feet as you made your way behind a broken down TIE fighter.

Despite the fact that you preferred to fight independently, out of everybody, he had to be there too.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Y/N Solo,” Gently, Lando stretched out his arm and took your free hand into his. The undoubtedly handsome man, captured your eyes as he began to lift your hand up to his lips. You watched him in utter disbelief; you were in the middle of a fight for crying out loud! And still, you let him place a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

His lips had ghosted over your hand for a while even after he’d kissed it. “It’s good to see you milady.”

“Now’s not the fucking time, Lando,” Your voice filled with venom, as you snatched your hand away, swiftly turning around toward the action. A grunt passed your lips, as you shot from behind the fighter. One trooper toppled over, before you shot a second one, sending them over, and then a third, and then a fourth, and then a fifth, and then a…

You whipped your head around to the direction of the man beside you, your hair following with the motion. He caught your stare and smirked gently, before replacing it with a genuine grin. His eyebrows were proudly raised high, even though he had only shot one out of the six troopers you encountered.

“We work pretty well together,” He whispered by your ear, resulting in sending shivers down your spine. The feeling gave you thrills and a rush of adrenaline you didn’t know you had, not until a sudden surge of courage allowed you to stand up, and sprint and swerve through all the Imperial enemies. You punched down an officer, grabbing his blaster, before using the two weapons in your hands to effortlessly take-down the many remaining troopers.

Lando was quite fast with his own weapon, even whilst wearing such a cape. You couldn’t help but stare at the man, as he spun around, his cape following the motion gracefully, using one hand to blast a trooper and the other to smite an officer.

“Push on! Move forward! Y-Wings are incoming, we just need to hold them on for a little longer everyone. Keep up the good work.” The comm sounded from a rebel corpse, as you began to close your way into the Imperial base. Much to your disappointment, Lando was hot on your heels.

The other surviving rebels sprinted past, and you even caught sight of your brother in front, his own independence evidently radiating, by the way he held his poise. You were jealous of your older brother’s skill. Always.

“I don’t know how you do it Y/N, but you still look absolutely beautiful.”

Cue the eye-roll. You were sweating like a dog, spots of blood painted over your the bottom of your thin tracksuits. Your hair was matted and greasy, and you could feel your body odour radiate from your skin. However, before you could stop yourself, you gave him a curt nod, biting the side of your cheek as you responded with a small, “Thank you.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw the corners of his lips curl upward, only to then reveal his pearly whites. He was so irritatingly handsome! Heat rushed to your cheeks just seconds before you finally made it inside the dark base, but you waved it off as the cause was that you had just been running around. Mentally, you prayed that Lando hadn’t noticed.

“Y/N, I’ll take the left and you take the right. We’ll meet back in the middle around 400 metres from here.”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, keeping your eyes on his as you clipped in one of your weapons into your belt. “You did not just tell me what to do... You know I can fend for myself right?”

The grin plastered on his face hadn’t faltered, “I know that full well, Y/N, that’s why we should split up.” The way he was saying your name was not helping. You wanted to hear him say it more, you felt an urge to fight alongside him now, despite your previous thoughts. He was just too charming.

It’satrapit’satrapit’satrap. “Okay. Okay, yeah.”

“Yeah?” His grin widened, as he lifted his blaster up, getting ready to run back into battle.

“Yeah.” To your surprise you sent him a smirk, as you lifted your own weapon.

The other rebels sprinted past, with their faces full of determination. The only sounds, at that moment, were the thuds of boots hitting the cool flooring, the distant pants of breaths, the quiet murmur of the rebel officers giving orders and the eerie silence before the next wave of battle. To your surprise there was no alarm blaring.

You jumped suddenly, feeling warm fingers slip under yours. Your chapped lips parted to let your tongue slide over them with anticipation. Lando was stealing small pieces of your heart faster than you could even have the ability to stop him.

He pressed a quick, but firm kiss to the middle of your fingers, keeping his eyes stuck on your own. You always liked to put on a sort of facade to hide your true feeling, but Lando could see right through you, with those darn dark-brown orbs of his. “It’s for good luck,” He chimed, before letting go. His body began to move toward the left side, however his eyes stayed on your figure till the very millisecond he was gone from your sight.

An unwilling lump had formed in your throat, and you had no idea what the cause of your pounding heart was. It was as if you actually missed his presence. Nowaynowaynoway. You shook your head furiously and creeped around the opposite corner, keeping your back against the dark Imperial base walls.

If it weren’t for his charisma, if it weren’t for his grin, his smirk, if it just weren’t for him, you’d have been so focused. But as your boots gently slid across the polished floors, and your knuckles turned white from holding your blaster too hard, you couldn’t get the man out of your mind. You could still feel the warmth of against your fingers, where his lips had previously been.

If it weren’t for him, you’d have been so focused now. You would have been so focused that you wouldn’t have gotten shot in the side. You wouldn’t have screamed out in pain, capturing the attention of nearby enemies and you definitely wouldn’t have hid behind a wall, clutching your side with helplessness, hissing like a cat.

A mortified tear slid down your cheek, realising that Lando would find you in such a powerless state. Just the thought brought a new kind of heat to your cheeks, along with the thought that your brother wouldn’t let you live the moment down.

You could already imagine the scenario:

“You got shot Y/N...” Han would cackle. He’d throw his head back in a laugh, before returning to your sheepish face, “... because you were thinking about Lando?!”

“Told you so.” Han would cackle.

You’d purse your lips, averting your gaze.

“I told you not to come to the mission. Y/N...”

You’d let a sigh fall through your nose.

“Y/N...”

“Y/N!”

“Wha- AH! Ahh...” Your hip jutted out at the sudden sting, as your left hand flew up to press against the wound in hopes to lessen the pain. Bangs and screams and thuds echoed throughout the building, adding more tears to the already hot, fat drops that sprinted down your cheeks. You felt helpless.

“Hey, hey, let me. Don’t touch it,” His familiar voice entered your ear. You refused to look at him, so in the corner of your eye you could see his crouched position beside you. His blaster was snuck firm in his belt, and his hands slowly wobbled toward your waist. He was holding something, but you couldn’t quite make out the object by the black spots that began to swarm your vision.

“L-Lando, don’t,” You pleaded, “I can— You need to - hiss - help the others. I-I’ll be fine.”

To no avail, you felt his easy, warm hand envelope yours gently pulling it away from your wound. He frowned at the sight of your palm and fingers painted with blood, and your half-lidded eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He felt as if it were a requirement for him to help you. So much so that he bit his lip in attempts to make your pain subside, as he let his other hand press against your wound.

The rough material he placed against your side, caused every inch of your body to jerk. Even your fingers had strongly tightened around Lando’s free hand. Panicked, he could sense the pain you were enduring. And he sprung into action the moment you had opened your mouth to scream.

“AH—mmfph!” His lips captured yours in a silencing kiss, pressing down firmly but with care, as to make sure you were completely silent.

The last tear fell from your already half-lidded eyes, finally closing. Your grip on his hand became loose, melting into the handsome man’s touch. Your shoulders drooped, your arched back began to slouch, your heart was finally beating rhythmically and the breath that you had been holding in finally escaped harshly through your nose.

He dropped his free hand to the ground beside you, gaining a sense of dominance yet protectiveness over your trembling body. The cloth, nevertheless, remained secure against your waist. The pain was gone immediately. His lips did magic. Magic you had never felt before. He was soft, but somewhat rough with his touch.

The blasters, screams and thuds faded away, as Lando had pulled away from you, letting his forehead rest against yours. Your breaths hit each other, chests heaving with exasperation and relief. The tension was unbearable before, you just hadn’t realised till this moment.

“Lando, I—“

“I’ll patch you up real good, Y/N. Don’t worry,” He interrupted you forgivingly. Then he moved, lifting his head from yours, and the boom of the battle came back to your ring in your ears. Luckily the pain was bearable now, it still stung like a bitch, but anytime the man in front of you even took just a small glance up to your eyes, you’d forget everything around you and simply focus on his warm, dark-brown orbs.

Anytime he’d have to touch your fresh wound, his gaze would shift up to your contorted face, checking if you were coping. His arms had come around you at one point, pressing your chests flush against each other, in his attempts to wrap the bandage around you tightly. Regardless of the fact that you two had shared a kiss, there was still disregarded tension left hanging in the air.

You were finally caught in his trap, only not in the way Lando really wanted.

“Y/N, I know this isn’t a good time—“ A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, reaching his jawline and staying there, as he used the majority of his strength left to tie the knot, “—But, I just need to ask you…”

“Can it wait till after we win?” You interjected, almost mimicking your brother’s confidence. Though you were thinking the exact opposite. You wanted to hear him. You wanted to know what was on his mind. You were caught in his trap.

He shook his head, whilst his hands came into contact with yours. He finished the bandaging much faster than you had interpreted. His bloodied fingers curled around yours hesitantly, as if the action would hurt you in some way. “It probably could wait, but I can’t. So… Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You croaked.

“Would you mind— I mean, will you...”

You couldn’t help but grin up at him. His charismatic nature, his confidence shattered right in front of your eyes. And despite the fact that you were in the middle of a bloody battle, your heart and mind was only set on one man.

“Lando...” You breathed out, reaching up an outstretched hand by his face.

Only his eyes moved up to you, every other part of his body stayed stiff, sheepish.

“We work pretty well together, huh?” You smirked, quoting him from before. Gentle creases formed at the corners of your E/C eyes, as you opened and reopened your palm, like a baby wanting attention, “Now help me up.”

He was enamoured, just taking your hand, not for one second averting his gaze from you. He swallowed thickly, once you’d finally made it to your feet. The tips of your shoes touched, enhancing the close proximity you shared together.

“Now try again,” Your grin widened, a hint of mischievousness evident in your features.

He sucked in a breath, taking your hand into his once more, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?”

“Would you consider... becoming something more— w-with me?”

A hum vibrated again your throat, as you shuffled with nerves, shoving your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your smile from growing any larger. You gave him his well-needed answer with an exaggerated nod, squeezing his hand along with the subtle action. “Mhmm.”

It was as if weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. This was just a dream, right?

Wrong.

The way he could feel your warm lips against his again, was enough to tell him that this was reality. Your fingers grazing up his arms, was enough. Your soft breaths mingling amongst the harsh battle cries, was enough. Gosh, you were beautiful. You could say that Lando was now caught in your trap.

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furashuban · 7 years

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An Outhouse Phantom

my first submission to @lapidot-week . this was a challenging fic to write and i hope you guys enjoy.

Day 3 Prompt: Haunting/Ghost Hunting

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12524416

Summary: Two paranormal investigators are asked to go and inspect an abandoned barn that is greatly rumored to be haunted by a vicious entity.

Words: 6.1k

a little angst and gore warning on this one (hopefully that’s allowed). so for that, i’m gonna heavily apologize if i took some parts a bit too far .

Reported findings of odd and ghost like activities were being rumored by random teenagers and elders, telling stories that they were wandering around an open field in the middle of dusk for dalliance or curiosity. They would bump into this structure sooner or later. It was an empty red barn, possibly abandoned for decades, and they let their curiousness make them wander even more. But some would come back to tell that accounts of what happened, while some would never came back as told.

They enlightened the play-by-play as evident as they can. One goes in and saunters further to discover the artifacts of a pilot, and then the activity occurs from there. The sound of repeated footsteps and grumbling would be heard behind the trespassers. As an outcome, they emulated anxiety and a feeling that they were being observed. Soon items and boxes would clatter to the ground on their own. Sometimes, plane engines would start up autonomously and jumps scare the driven trespassers. Then finally someone, or something, would begin to actually grasp their limbs. And if possible, it managed to reach their souls.

“It looked at me. Spoke to me. It wanted me dead grinned like a mad reaper.” Some added vaguely.

It was never clarified for sure whether it was human, animal, dead or alive. But it aggressively distressed its bolted victims and it was swift as wind. Of course, not everyone would come to believe the accounts. Indeed it was too superstitious to be true. Heck, even a little too cliché to be real at all. An abandoned shelter? In the middle of the field in late hours? And a beast is said to repose in the location? It was right out of a fictional horror story.

And yet it wouldn’t be so false if it traumatized the story tellers so drastically.

October 31. Halloween Night.

The accounts were suddenly getting out of hand all over town. And to many, it was certainly getting bothersome. It was time for someone, or two people for this matter, to put an end to the stories spread by strangers on the sidewalk and determine whether the barn haunting is a reality or a hoax…

Paranormal investigators ‘Lapis and Peridot Warren’ were the best and only certified experts of their jobs in town. For a while, they were involved in numerous but infamous cases of hauntings, and even dispelling ethereal encounters. The Beach City Lighthouse Haunting and the Dead Man’s Mouth Haunting were two out of a hundred cases they have solved. But these couple was a fitting couple, an obsessed and artistic who bunch who understood each other when no one else did.

In Halloween morning, a hasty priest from a nearby church rushed to their outlying home and entreated them to finally explore the countryside. He conveyed along some evidence to their house’s workplace, most of them obviously being recorded videos and photographs by the barn’s trespassers to prove them cognizance of the haunting. It was all there. The repetitive footsteps, the collided items, even glimpses of the entity haunting the outhouse. But all that was grasped was glimmering yellow eyes with a large silhouette.

“This must be helpful, right?” he enquired cogency of the proofs. “Please, I’ve already been approached about this absurd occurrence for a few days now, and there’s no one else I can confront to sanction this request other than you two.”

The couple only had to do was just confirm that they will accept their trip.

“So what do ya say, Lapis?” Peridot asks in the other side of the workspace. “Should we solve this case or does this look like wind-up to you?”

“Hmm. I don’t know.” Lapis answers. “I’m going to be honest, Peridot, a lot of the actions in the clips we saw looked sort of fake. And so do the images. They seem kind of edited or something like that.”

“I have the same idea too. We really can’t accept this offer right away…You do remember the last time someone walked up to us and claimed that they had seen some kind of ghost haunting, right?”

There was this one time. A bunch of arbitrary visitors claimed to have seen a ‘possessed demonic’ child trying to ransack the boardwalk. And after confronting the family and already preparing a full-proof exorcism, it turns out the child named Onion was just a rather audacious juvenile who lacked the desire to speak. This caused the two investigators to be mortified and promised to be careful next time.

“Okay sure, we haven’t been getting a lot of demands lately, let alone successful ones.” Lapis says. “But then again, a lot of our cases have been proven right before, despite skeptics saying that we’re crazy.” She took some time to ponder as she gazed down and concerted. “…I say we should give this one a go. The priest mentioned that our only task was to settle the barn haunting to be real or not. Once we find that out, that will be the end of it and we can still do our jobs right.”

Peridot nodded. “I guess we’re skipping trick-or-treating for this then.” She settles. “I’ll inform our client about it and tell Greg that we need a ride.”

The scrutinizing couple did not begin to think about what they could be up against once they prepared for the barn’s excursion…But to be prepared, they owned and packed their various essentials; holy water, crucifix, and technological advancements to track down their entities. And all were put into two solid suitcases. The priest offered a little more information of the barn’s whereabouts before leaving. “Just know that dusk is when the hauntings presumably happen.” He notifies. He even provided a hand-drawn map that located the predicted area. Also added was a scripture on the down left side; Proverbs 4:6 – Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.

Six to seven o’clock in the evening. Greg Demayo, a close friend of theirs, drove them in his van to the rural area of their ocean-side town and navigated cautiously. The hand-drawn map was at use find to where the possible location might be…But it took them yearning minutes to get themselves lost for a while. And ironically, going astray got them to where they were.

At that juncture, they decided to stop at an open field and perceive the setting to be empty and calm. “This could be the place, right?” Lapis asks. Peridot guaranteed while contemplating. Nothing but winds and leaves were blanketing the locale. Nonetheless, it would not take long for all three of them to realize that there was a wide-open barn just a few inches away to pinpoint.

The atmosphere adapted stouter and rousing. “Dang, that must be the most upsetting piece of architecture I’ve ever seen.” Greg commented. “I don’t think it would have killed them to fix the place a little before leaving it out here in the open.”

The first thing to describe the barn in front of them was…well, a barn. It was red and white, large, and what people normally pictured what a barn would be like. But there were a few aspects that made it so eerily unalike. The roof was dented gravely and left with a vast hovel on it. Then there was the alley way doors which were half way opened unprecedentedly. A good first impression for the investigators. And it was time for work.

Lapis, Peridot and Greg drove closer to the edifice and got out. They unloaded their equipment and left them by the unsettling entrance. Far along and almost right off the while assuring the equipment, there was an unnerved chilling sensation after the autumn squalls blew. Worrying sounds were already being perceived inside the barn. “Hmm…Is that weeping in there?” Lapis considers.

“Are you sure you two can solve this case on your own?” Greg enquired. “I don’t think I could last a whole hour in this busted up barn.”

“We’ll be fine. Thanks for taking us here, Greg.” Lapis answers.

“It’s going to be a short task. Why don’t you come along and help us here?” Peridot offers.

“Well I’d love to but I promised Steven that I’d join him for trick or treating.” He replies. “Speaking of which…I got to find a way out of here. Just try to call me if you guys need to go back to Beach City.”

They said their farewells and safe travels, and Greg retreated back to the van. The vehicle left off and drove back to pavement, auxiliary to town. Then Lapis and Peridot were left alone and looked at each other, nodding with poised expressions. They were assured for this task. They were always assured for any of their tasks.

“Well here goes nothing.” The petite investigator utters curious. Peridot did the honors of gradually pushing the alleyway doors even more and snuck in afterwards. She peeks as she saunters while breathing inaudibly.

A startling moonlight peered through the dents and traveled inside the barn to partly illuminate the setting. With the help of Peridot’s flashlight that she brought out instantly, it revealed the true circumstance of the interior. The old owner must have been a hoarder since packages of priceless items were stacked or displaced. There was an old photo hung on the center corner which showed a couple who could have owned the barn before. Then the floors were perceived as made of birch wood and poorly gutted. Peridot noticed a bit of scratch marks and reddish stains marked on the bases. Maybe this was enough the proof that there was something in here already?

The two stepped foot even more until they reached half of the sector. This time they were standing upright and assertive rather than prowling. Two flashlights revealing the space, skulked around the walls and floors, were close-fitting it to be not so lavishly menacing.

“Hmm…It’s just messy here.” Peridot remarks. “Actually, if this place might not be haunted, we could try to acquire this property for our own.”

“Why would we want to do that?” Lapis asks.

“Well, you do have a lot of artworks in our house. We could use this place as like a studio. Or maybe even a vacation home for just the two of us, unless we can find a way to clean up this mess though.”

But the conversation stops abruptly as Lapis and Peridot perceive a disquieting holler that made their eyes widen…It was indistinct and seemed like the growl of a forest animal. And at the same time, it was a human-like outcry. One thing for sure was that they both sensed it to be coming from only one, unknown entity.

“aaughhh…”

“…You heard that, right…?” Peridot whispers. Lapis nods.

Without warning, a cumbersome object violently soars across the room and nearly hits behind the couple.

*CRASH!*

They tensely turn around and shine their flashlights at where they heard a deafening noise. It was simply a busted up engine, and it seemed to have already been blown up before. Peridot and Lapis held their hands tightly and looked at the other direction to track down who would have thrown such a weighty element. There was no one.

“…I guess we’re about to deal with a poltergeist.” Lapis assumes.

“…Perhaps. But if someone managed to take physical pictures of this thing, we could just be dealing with a basic demon.” Peridot adds. “Come on Lapis, let’s assemble the equipment before we miss anything else.”

The petite sleuth also happened to be a technician; hence a lot of the ‘ghost tracking gear’ was designed by her. Out of the luggage’s they brought with them was a very sensitive studio microphone, and 6 cameras attached to tripods. Two of them were thermal cameras, four were night vision cameras, and another two were cameras would take a picture automatically if sensors detected heat signatures. Lapis stabled most of them in different points of the floor they were standing on. All were turned on to record. One was reserved for when they could get up to the barn’s extra floor.

*Growl…*

But noises and sanities seemed to noticeably follow Lapis more than her partner.

Other equipment had to be armed to by person. Hence Peridot furnished the UV lights and sound detector to her body while configuring them for a second. The last thing in her luggage was her trusty tape recorder, where most of her and Lapis’ journeys are documented.

She installs a new tape inside and presses the record button. “Log Date; 7 11 3. This is Peridot Warren, and with me currently is my wife and investigating partner Lapis Warren. Today we were urged by a client to examine an abandoned outhouse in the middle of the countryside, largely rumored to be haunted. As cases of hauntings in this location are only told in stories, we were qualified to gather as much evidence as possible to prove that there could be an entity roaming these parts, needless to say that this more of a like side quest instead of a serious mission to us.”

She begins to amble and use a radiation detector around the cluttered corners. “We’ve already found out that there is indeed something here. A minute ago I spotted these scratch marks on the floor boards, and me and Lapis were nearly hit by a tossed apparatus. All we must do now is just track it down perceptibly.” She continues to talk. “We don’t know how long we intend on being here, but we’ve come prepared to spend the night if we have to. My only hopes so far are that we dissipate this creature, still keep our titles as the best the paranormal investigators in town, and that Lapis will be safe tonight.”

She moseys to her blue haired wife who was standing by a now steady camera. “This is Peridot, signing out for now.” She concludes and presses the stop button. “Okay, looks like I’m not picking up anything down here. Let’s go and…what’s wrong?

Lapis was looking behind her with a disturbed expression and arms folded chillingly. “I think whatever is in here wants to grasp me more than you, Peri…”

“Nah, that can’t be. We’ve only just been acquainted with this thing now. Maybe anxiety is just getting the best of you.” Peridot replies.

But the blue haired girl was sure that debauched occurrences can happen if either of them would not cautious. “Let’s just be careful here.”

They discovered a ladder foremost to the second floor and scaled it nippily. The sector was a lot weaker to stand on and hazardously reeking. Indeed they should be careful. They prowled with tools at range and eyes wide open. Peridot’s sound detector was not working at all, neither was the radiation detector either. Lapis was behind her with more cameras on her grasp. They stopped so they could plant one of them in half the room they were on.

The heat perceiving camera was placed. All of a sudden, it flashes on its own and snaps a photo shockingly quick, startling them yet again.

*CLICK*

A conveying printer connected to the camera’s sensors was already printing an image of what it caught by the equipment downstairs.

“…We can get that later. Right now I’m picking up something…” Peridot says pressured. She pointed the radiation detector to the shadowy room where their camera faced. It was beeping like feeble sirens and exposure was off the roof. And moreover, there were footsteps heard in the direction. Therefore both of them swiftly amble towards the area.

Lapis grabbed her flashlight and shined a light again. “Where is it?”

The detector stopped buzzing and the footsteps faded. “It ran off. It must be playing games with us then.” Peridot says. “Where are we now?”

The exceled lights uncovered them to be by a corner, and what looked like to be a lounging spot or a really sad living room. A green couch and a CRT television on the floor were professed, as well as a box of VHS’. They shawled the minute to inspect the room like what a detective would normally do.

They see the VHS’ to be comprising the show Camp Pining Hearts. “We’re taking that home.” Peridot says. Then they beheld the couch and TV. The couch smelled like crap, that’s guaranteed. And what do you know…more blood stains and graze marks. As for the TV, it looked mid-conditioned but quite unsure if it even was. They stared at it for two moments, only to see it turn on by its own and play loud static.

“What in the…” they both utter but pause again. The radiation detector was back at it again as it was picking up a reading downstairs. “Quickly! Let’s go!”

Hurrying down the ladder, they follow the appraisals and hunt down the entity. They did not even make it half way to the room, however, as a heap of packages flew over and blocked their view and their way. *CRASH!* yet again.>

Lapis heard a recurrent stomping partial from where they were standing. And it did now sound so passive. Peridot struggled to get the loot out of their way and hassled more to catch this entity. She groaned and jolted her way out, and proceeded to the equipment.

Alas, it vanished again, and the printer was discovered to be crushed. “Oh damn no. Where’s the photo…?” Peridot panicked and tried finding out if the picture it had produced was still fine. Recognizing later, she finds it outside and nearly crumpled. And the winds conveniently blow it inside for Peridot to grasp and examine.

“Okay…Hmm…” she squints. “It…turns out we’re faced with a human apparition then?” Lapis also takes a peak and observes in awe.

The hazy and rutted photograph revealed the top floor’s living room with an unfamiliar phantom sprawling in it. The physique gave this impression…A tall, suntanned woman standing blandly in the open. Hair was outsized and white, and covering half her face. Her size was likewise large, actually quite brawny as recognized through her bare arms. The last aspect is the eyes, shining a frightening absorbent yellow, and surprisingly what seemed to be the only thing glowing orange was her nose.

“Who is this…?” Peridot inquires. “This was not what I was expecting at all.” She also thinks to herself ‘how did this buff and petrifying lady die?’

“Me too.” Lapis says “But hey, we finally have clear evidence to give to our client.”

“I wouldn’t say clear…” Peridot explicates. “This just looks like one of the proofs we saw this morning. We need more than just this image of whoever this is.” She paced around front and back while deciding what undertake next.

“Okay. We should split up for this one.” She announces. “I’ll be examining the living room upstairs and find out how the TV turned on. You on the other hand should find our phantom down here.”

Lapis instantly did NOT feel comfortable with that plan. She was covertly afraid of the entity but she could not wholly express why. And she was used to being close to Peridot whenever they were in a task; otherwise bad things happen to either of them.

“Wait, Peridot, let’s not do that.” Lapis expresses. “We never separate. And this barn is getting on my nerves quickly. I could feel the entity lurking up on us and I think it’s angry with us for being here.”

The blonde notices the obvious worries of Lapis. Her expression mimics hers and bites her lip. “I know we shouldn’t detach. But we have to finish this task soon. Whoever we’re with right now keeps compromising our tactics.”

Her wife looks away and sighed wearily. “Okay then.”

Peridot crept and grasps the side of Lapis’ face. She softly kisses her cheek and looks onto her blue eyes while consolingly grinning. “It’s fine. I’ll be above you anyway and watch over you. You’ll be safe, I promise.” She tries to comfort. Lapis grins back and holds her partner’s own grasp to feel more comforted.

After Peridot dashed up the ladder once more, she began to look over. All her detectors were at use at the same time so she could hunt down the tall woman further. Also at the same time, she had her gaze down at Lapis every minute so she could keep her two obligations active. Lapis can also overhear her speaking to her tape recorder and explaining the recent activity they have witnessed. Then and there, she thought that one of the cameras could have picked up something by now. So she chose one of them hoven by the portrait’s corner and facing the equipment, which was a thermal camera. She makes it stop recording for a brief moment and watches the 1 minute film it created with its temperature filter.

“Let’s see what we got…” she utters. The footage rewinds and she prudently observes any uncanny motion. Everything looked to be in place for a while. Most of the items were all just shades of blue and purple. But as the clip advanced, the unusual exploit is finally seen. The snapped apparition literally flashes out of nowhere like she fell from the roof and ensnared their equipment. The heat signature was heavily read and yellow. This was either be a powerful or very frustrated ghost.

The figure grabbed the printer and crushed it with its bare hands. But it seemed to have just left the photo to fly off outside. Then it flashed again to the corner, where it most likely pushed the packages to block their way. The figure returns to the gear and damages the microphone, and crossly retreats to the other crook. There was hope with this one. The uncanny movements of the apparition had just given them their second proof. But Peridot wouldn’t be so happy to realize that her technology was ambushed by a ghost.

Lapis saves the footage into the memory drive attached to the camera. She takes it out in case the apparition destroys the camera too, and so she could showcase it to Peridot. As she walks back to the gear to aquire some holy water, she halts. The footsteps were back. And something was behind again.

“heh heh heh heh….” She hears a coarse laughter.

The blue haired woman felt her shoulder caressed smoothly and sensed a hand inch to her neck. She gasps and turns back edgily once more, only this time she believed she saw an actual silhouette pass by her. Her eyes prolonged out of dread and felt herself quivering. She needed to call Peridot right now but she could not get herself to do it. She turns back to the equipment and tries to step another foot. But as soon as she ensues, her face was grappled and clasped mildly by an unseen being. The laughter is heard again only it was more intense this time. Lapis did not have the ability to struggle and run away. She did not even know if Peridot could see her, or if she was just hallucinating. But as she was contemplating and panicking, she sees the faint face of the apparition they have been hunting. An undeniably scary woman was staring at her with a grin so appalling. It petrified Lapis to her uppermost limits. No ghost has ever been so dangerously close and visible to her before.

“…Where do you think you’re going…?” The physique speaks. Her voice was rough and neurotic.

Lapis’ torso is clenched and she was forcefully thrown within the rubbish and bends of the barn. The white haired spirit fades and proceeds to afflict her recent victim more.

On the other side of the precinct, Peridot stops speaking to her tape recorder when she hears more clutter downstairs. And she was already given sign that there was danger before she could use any of her devices to confirm ghost emission.

“PERIDOT! HELP ME!”

The blonde gasps heavily. “LAPIS!!!”

Her tape recorder, including her detectors was dropped to the ground and broke into scrap. The outcry of Lapis was so lurid that it was even picked up by the recorder before plummeting. Its smashed condition caused it to somewhat still work, and only repeatedly play “Peridot! Help me!”

Peridot stood upright and turned her head all over the place to anxiously find where her partner was. “Lapis, where are you?!” she exclaims. All that was retorted was a fleeting shriek of woe and suffocation. She then strides around the room like she was lost in a dense forest. Or in this case, she was looking for someone in a dense forest. Her panting could quickly be perceived as she tried scouting through the hoarded artifacts and skulked every corner. She cried out Lapis’ name with too many times to count. Their side quest had escalated WAY too quickly than any other task they had in the past and there has never been a time where She was untraceable from her.

Yet she did not have to completely weep or collapse just yet. Peridot stops prowling around the barn when she hears someone grunting within her radius. She gradually turns to find a familiar form stood up upright and banally. It was Lapis. But Peri did not feel relieved to see her. She looked at her with a calmed expression that turned into a confused one. Where did the blood around her mouth come from? Why was she looking at her funny? Why was she standing there like nothing even happened to her? This could not be some kind of messed up joke since both of them were professionals.

Peridot inquired her condition. “Why were you screaming for my help…?”

Lapis stops grunting and rather chuckles instead. “…You have to learn to keep you promises…” she says and chortles again. But her voice was incredibly altered. It sounded like two voices, jagged and serene, were trying to mash together into one voice. And it scared Peridot real good. “…I’ve had a hell of a night trying to figure out which one should I take. But right now, I’m realizing how much fun I’ve been having…”

The petite detains backwards and her attained fear was seen through her pupils. “You’re not my Lapis…” she says aggressive.

“It’s not going to matter who this is sooner or later.” She replies. “You two have made a big mistake coming in here and trying to find me. And now you’re going to wish you would have minded your own business after I’m done with you and this body…”

“Wait, what are you going to do with her?!” Peridot asks angered. “Tell me your name right now, spirit! That way I can use it to expel your soul out of her’s!”

The spirit now scheming Lapis takes an unnerving step forward. “Now that’s the thing; you’re never going to take me out. No one has ever succeeded in that…”

Now she was inching a lot closer. By her own instinct, Peridot grabbed a flask of holy water out of her pockets and faced it to the entity. It wasn’t the best idea, but she had to do something. “Step back now…” she says.

The grin on Lapis’ face fades away as she looks at the carafe and steps back. “…Hey, you put that crap out of my face.” She demanded. An unusual reaction for Peridot to see and listen. Was she vulnerable to something as basic as liquids blessed from vicars? Maybe trying to cast her out was not going to be as hard as initially thought.

“I suppose you don’t like this stuff.” Peridot utters and opens the cap of the water ampule. This time she was the one the taking a step forward. “I’m going to say this once…Get out of my wife or I’m going to spread your poison like it’s a garden sprinkler!”

The apparition became perceptibly angry and did not hesitate to use Lapis’ body against Peridot right away. She becomes swift, and slaps the carafe out of her short hands and onto the wall. “You’re a real nuisance, aren’t you?” she asks. And this time, the facets of Lapis’ voice was heard no more and it was only the coarseness of the spirit’s actual voice. “I am NOT LEAVING THIS FORM!”

She strikes Peridot right in the stomach with her wife’s own fist and watches her fly to the equipment. The blonde groans in agony, feeling the sensation as if the strength of a tank missile just embattled her physically and mentally. She barely had the ability to stand up again, let alone remembering that it was a spirit that punched her and not actually Lapis. But she could not help it. This thing had just possessed her completely.

She coughed up blood that now became part of her guise and the floorboard stains. But then there came the tears that leaked down her barred eyes. She must have been feeling pain that Lapis had to endure while being possessed. If only she had known how to defend her a lot more. She failed to keep her oath in protecting her most important person at all cost during investigations, and she hated everything including herself for that.

The possessed Lapis was leisurely creeping to her again since she knew her pain was not taking her anywhere. Yet Peridot sojourns lasting her abdominal strike and reached for one of her suitcases. It opens, and she feebly grabs another holy water ampule to use against her ghostly opponent. But the more she moved, the more she had to sorely whimper. Then she knew she was going to receive more discomfort, as she felt a bare foot gently stomp through her thick hair.

“I’m impressed.” The spirit speaks. “When I choose to slay you two immediately, you somehow manage to stay alive…” Her other victim’s head was being pressed to the ground more. “…Everyone who comes to this dump instantly sees me as a monster. But I never did anything wrong…No one knows what death is like, you lose your identity. That’s why I decided to become the monster anyway.”

Peridot only comprehended a little bit of her story as her mind had to be focused in hopefully getting out of this. The spirit continued to speak anyway. “Since you and ‘Lapis’ are going to die here anyway, I might as well tell you who I really am.” She says and bends down to the petite. “…I am Jasper.”

The bottle of holy water that was unnoticeably still in Peridot’s grip had its cap open with only her fingers. With one immediate act, she shrieks loudly and squelches a heap of liquid above her to drizzle the blue haired girl’s figure. Jasper stops placing her feet at her face and annexations begin to trigger the spirit. Peridot overhears her screaming and wildly reverting to Lapis’ voice. It was a disturbing thing to listen to, but it was also a sign that she could free her from control.

The pain Peridot received was only trivial now, hence she stances with her only weapon and confronts the bent and aggrieved Lapis. Another heap of holy water was spread across her body, and more screeches was heard. Lapis’ body sauntered towards the boxes and hid itself from plain sight.

She could not begin to process what she had heard, saw, or witnessed in general for those brief and horrific moments of encountering a possessed version of her love. She wiped the remaining tears off her face and wondered if the apparition had stop control over her body. “…L-Lapis…?” she dimly calls out.

The shouting stopped. Indeed, the entity was casted out by mere drips of water and Lapis’ body was free. She popped out of the scrap limply and unconsciously, landing on the floor and disquieting Peridot. The blonde investigator kneels down and checks for any vitals of her being. “Oh God please be okay…” she speaks. Lapis was okay. And she was relieved finally.

This was not over yet, however. The whaling of Jasper was still heard and waring off soon. Peridot looks over and turns out she could see the large ghost this time. Jasper’s true form came out through the boxes too and stood in front of her exorcist. Before, she looked human and impartial. But she looked more exhausted, and now there were green spots and growing out of her arms. The holy water must have affected that hideousness.

“That’s disgusting…” Peridot utters. Being assured that Lapis was going to be safer, she walks around and provokes her new adversary. She had enough. It was time for defeat. Jasper did not know where this was going. But she was soon met with a whole flask size of demon-killing liquors when Peridot threw the whole container at her. The last screech was caught and she completely stumbled down to her face, just like what happened to her prey.

The investigator began to yell her name and label her. “You are Jasper, the abuser of depths and the embodiment of suffering.” She says belligerently. She proceeded to chant a number of devout words that she had saved a long time for dispelling a demon. They were not too long, but the speech was enough to make Jasper feel her throbbing. Shortly, she did not appear to be human anymore. The incantation caused her to transform into a truly monstrous, hirsute, corrupted version of her. It was a beast made from vengeance and pride.

Peridot’s tone had rose aggressively and stopped the chanting. She did not care to process if Jasper had become a beast. All she did was place her own boot on her and said the final words to disperse her for good. “I condemn you back to hell.”

Jasper’s figure had faded to a normal silhouette. And her silhouette had faded into nothing more than inexistence. Peridot’s fearlessness was conducted solely because she wanted to save her most important person to her.

She panted incredibly vast after that excursion of an exorcism. She looks back and dailies to Lapis who was comatose on the floorboards. “Lapis! Wake up!” she bellows. “I defeated Jasper. She was the one who was haunting this place all along.”

Surprisingly, Lapis immediately wakes up from her partner’s voice. She rises up like she had just taken a nap. A nap filled with nightmares at least. “Peridot…” she murmurs. And after realizing the bloodstained look on her acquitted expression, she panicked.

“Oh gosh…Peridot, your face!” she grasps it softly. “I-I can’t believe I…….Peri, I’m sorry I let that happen. I would never mean to hurt you and scare you so much like that…Fuck, I should have never said yes to take this task otherwise we would have been okay…”

She did not answer. All she did was gape down and let one last tear drop from the side of her face. And then she was gaping back at Lapis. “It’s…okay, Laz.” She absolved. “I’m the one who should be sorry. You were possessed, and I did not think ahead of that.” She grasped one of Lapis’ and felt their warmth getting the best of them. “I made many promises when we were engaged that I would protect you from all kinds of risk. Tonight I just got both of us hurt, and I might as well deserve it more than you.”

Lapis got herself closer to Peridot’s nearness and tried to ease her. “Please don’t say that. You just saved me, and I love you Peridot.”

Their venting ended with a deep embrace by the petite and sniffling blonde. “I love you too Lapis…”

The blue haired ceased the embrace and instead pulled her closer to kiss her ardently on her lips. The caress lingered for a while, not minding whether their lips were sanguine or they were inside a broken down barn anymore. They just needed to be at ease and forget about the task.

The next morning.

The couple never contacted Greg to bring them back to Beach City. They literally stayed and passed out on a hammock for the whole night. The task to uncover the long rumored Barn Haunting was the most short-lived yet laborious case the two partners have faced so far in their lifetime.

When they did choose to go back home eventually, they met with their eager client with what was left of their proof. Several different types of video clips were submitted including one photograph. Not to mention the wreckage of Peridot’s tech to verify the haunting.

They confirmed the barn to be ONCE haunted. And they did not care if he was going to spread the news to everyone or keep it confidential. What they wanted now was some time alone

#lapidot week #lapidot halloween week #steven universe #lapidot #my works #fanfiction #ghost hunting au #human au #lapis lazuli #peridot #greg universe #jasper #woah guys this is my longest oneshot so far #this is way over the top or way down below tbh #i dont know if this is true but i think this is the only lapidot week submission with angst #...or a dark story because the art and fics ive seen so far are so light hearted and i love them #i feel a bit out of place and kinda tired about this fic. and there are a few errors too #but ya'll i hope you still enjoy

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Kitziwch – Human Things

Anonymous asked: i've got a request! I honestly just want something with lance getting reCt tbh, so uh. They're in the castle and so, allura and coran are like "lmao whats ticklign" and they want someone to demonstrate it, so they chose keith and lance to do it, first lance is all like scared n, stuff but then keef breaks the awkwardness and just pouncess on lance and coran is there just taking notes with allura And when they're done pidge says something like lmao good blackmail material and they're both SHOOK

Ask and you shall receive, friend :) I hope I did it justice

Title: Kitziwch – Human Things (b/c I can’t title for shit)

Word count: app. 3.6k (Side note: holy shit that’s longer than I anticipated)

Rating: it gets a b i t suggestive at one point but nothing more than like PG-13

Time: Before the end of season 2 I guess maybe, Shiro doesn’t have his Bayard so…

Characters: The main 7 (Keith, Hunk, Lance, Pidge, Shiro, Allura, Coran)

Pairing: pre-Klance

Genre: so fluffy it gave me cavities

Themes: Ticklish!Lance, Pining!Keith, ticklish!Keith, brief ticklish!Shiro to kick off the plot, this scenario is such an oldie but a goodie and I feel honored to write it, f u c k I’m so weak for Lance getting reKt you have no idea, I don’t know what “““correct form””” is but I needed a good opportunity so I could be very wrong but fuck that I don’t really care, it takes like over 1k words to get to the meat of the story I’m so sorry but I needed enough exposition for this prompt, I love using personal experience for help with writing haha…, am I minorly projecting my synesthesia onto fictional characters now is that what is happening, I’m writing this whole thing while over-tired over the course of several late-nights at like 11pm-4am and I think it shows, Ernest Hemingway Mr. Write-Drunk-Edit-Sober would be proud but then again what is editing, my tired ass decided to just fuckin give Lance a special kind of love for it which is why it gets suggestive *winks with both eyes*, fuck I need sleep, I did a surprising amount of research for the title, don’t ask me why Keith is so skilled he just is, Lance is literally a ball of ticklishness help him it’s adorable, I had so many options for endings I hope I did this one right, there will likely be a part 2 b/c of another prompt I got that this can lead into so…

A/N: Ok so “Kitziwch” [kind of pronounced kitzee-ucx I think] is a word I created to be the Altean word for “tickle” out of the German word “kitzeln” and the Welsh word “Ticiwch” because of reasons you’ll find out at the end of this

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At the training deck, Allura was trying to get a better feel for each of the paladin’s combat strengths and weaknesses. She was going to have each one go up and complete a relay of sorts – which was made of an opaque maze (unlike the electrified invisible one), fighting several types of drone-bots, and testing the accuracy of their Bayard. Coran was watching as well, taking notes on each round.

Pidge was up first, and she made it through the maze quickly, but lost time at the flying drones and accuracy due to the short range of her Bayard.

Then it was Lance’s turn. He didn’t get through the maze as fast as Pidge, but more than made up for it with accuracy.

Hunk was about in the middle so far for the maze time-wise, but was able to quickly obliterate the drones. However, his Bayard was not as precise as Pidge’s or Lance’s due to its comparably wide damage-field.

Keith practically danced through the maze, even though he got hung up a few times. He slashed through the drones and had a near-perfect score on accuracy.

Shiro was last to go, and after getting through the maze and the drones he was getting ready for testing the accuracy of his arm.

“Hold it!” Allura rushed to him. “I can’t ignore you Earthlings’ improper form any longer. I have held my tongue but I’ve had enough.”

“Aw, why didn’t you tell us? I would’ve fixed it,” Lance said from the sidelines.

Allura smiled apologetically. “You were all on a roll. I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I just can’t let this finish uncorrected.”

Shiro relaxed his stance. “Sure, Princess how do I stand?”

“Alright Shiro, hold your back in a straight line – don’t hunch over,” she said casually, circling him as he followed her directions. “Hm, good. Now, keep some bounce in your knees – you look too stiff, and if you can’t move freely you can’t evade.”

“Okay,” he replied, trying his best to follow suit. “Am I doing it right?”

She paused behind him. “Here, let me help you angle yourself a bit better.”

She reached forward and put her hands on his sides to adjust him. He jumped a little, but Allura credited it as surprise and shrugged it off. She tilted him to the left a little bit to balance himself, pressing her fingers into his ribs accidentally, and he involuntarily snorted out a surprised laugh.

This time, she quickly retracted her hands. “Everything alright, Shiro? Are you hurt?”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and smiled at her. “I’m fine, don’t worry, it didn’t hurt.”

She looked at him quizzically and tilted her head. “Then why did you make that noise? That was a laugh, right?”

“I guess I’m a little ticklish, that’s all,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That shouldn’t get in your way again, I just didn’t expect it… Allura?”

She looked like she was deep in thought, trying to remember something that was forgotten a while ago. She looked to Coran, who looked back at her, just as confused. “Do you know what he’s talking about, Coran?”

“No, I’ve never heard of that before either. I don’t know what he means.” He turned to the other four paladins. “Can any of you translate? Altean often overlaps with your language, but there’s no word for that.”

“I can try to explain,” Pidge volunteered. “Basically, someone is ticklish, you can tickle someone, and that someone gets tickled. Linguistics aside,” she adjusted her glasses, “basically it’s when someone is touched in a way that makes them laugh. Some people like being tickled, some people hate it, and there are people that are more ticklish than others.” Pidge smirked, “for example, I’m not that ticklish. Shiro, on the other hand… well you’ve seen that he is.”

“Thank you, Pidge,” Allura said, still confused. “I think that helped, but I still don’t really understand it. How can touching someone make them laugh? And can everyone do this?”

“I agree, I’m still confused as well,” Coran piped up. “Can we have a demonstration? I think that might clear it up.”

“Oh yes, I think that would be great, Coran!” Allura agreed. “But how do we get someone to demonstrate it?”

“Well, if you want two people to show you what it is, I recommend some people who you want to see laughing, or to get revenge on. Tickling can be a great form of revenge, sometimes. It can also be a good bonding experience.”

“Alright, Pidge, then I think it should be…” she thought for a moment.

Lance’s eyes were wide, and he was trying to act like he wasn’t affected by this when every iteration of the word made him want to crawl out of his skin. He noticed Keith hiding his face behind his hair a little more than normal. Hunk, however, was completely fine through the whole conversation so far – not even blushing (like Shiro was, oh boy his face was pink).

“Lance and Keith.”

“What?” Lance shrieked, and then cringed at how terrified he sounded. Keith turned his head away so no one could see the grin that was beginning to invade his face, as well as the blush that sat upon his skin.

“Well, I think you two have some differences you need to work out, and Pidge said that tickling can be used as a bonding experience. Plus, Keith never laughs, and maybe I’m considering this revenge for you constantly flirting with me, Lance,” she said brightly, laughing at the end and showing she wasn’t actually upset.

“Yes, I think they would make a good match-up for this ‘tickling’ thing,” Coran agreed. “I can take notes on this to better understand it.”

Allura walked over to where the red and blue paladins were inching away towards the door. “Come on you two,” she chirped, grabbing their wrists and pulling them into the center of the room. She stood them face to face – or as good as she could get them since neither one would meet the other’s eyes – and she retreated back to where she previously stood next to Coran. “Alright… now start… tickling each other?” She glanced at Pidge to see if she had used the word correctly, and was given a thumbs-up in return. She smiled satisfactorily, and waited.

Lance shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Neither paladin moved or looked at the others.

“Why aren’t they doing anything, Number Five?” Coran whispered to Pidge, pen poised above his notepad.

“They must be shy about this, but don’t worry. Maybe they need incentive to get started.” She smirked, before shouting “if neither one of you starts tickling then someone else will tickle both of you!”

She grinned broader when she saw their faces turn redder and Lance nearly squeaked at the threat as Keith huffed through his nose.

Allura whispered to Pidge that she had an idea. “Keith, Lance was complaining about your mullet again yesterday!” she yelled to them in a sing-song.

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance’s in an instant, biting back a grin. Thank you, Allura, for giving me an opening. “Again with the mullet?” He started inching towards the blue paladin. “When are you gonna let it go?”

Lance began protesting as he inched backwards, hands raised in defense. “No no no she’s lying Keith, I didn’t insult your mullet yesterday… to her anyway!”

“Oh, so you did?” he cracked his knuckles, and Lance squeaked.

“W-well,” Lance’s voice was unnaturally high. He gulped and steeled himself, stopping in place. “It is pretty terrible…”

That was the final straw. Keith yelled “enough with my hair!” and pounced onto Lance, knocking him to the ground.

Keith lay on top of Lance for a moment, blinking down at him and realizing Lance could’ve gotten hurt from that.

“Did that hurt you?” he asked quietly.

Lance fought back a smile, “no.”

Keith’s face finally split into that large grin – one of the first Lance had ever seen on him. “Good, because then this definitely won’t.”

The blue paladin’s eyes grew wide and his face grew pinker as Keith’s words fell from his lips. He didn’t have time to dwell on it much, however, as soon all thoughts were abandoned as he felt hands on his hips and two thumbs brushing over the skin. His breath hitched in his throat as he bit his lip and began to smile.

The pressure from the two digits increased, and he began squirming and laughing in little breathy huffs. “K-Keith come hahahon buhuddy…”

“So you remember me being your ‘buddy’ but not our bonding moment?” he teased, changing to squeezing Lance’s hips causing sharp, shrill laughs and him to buck up and down.

Lance felt what seemed like electricity shoot through his body, and his mind went blank. “NOHOHO KEIHEEHEETH,” he pleaded through laughter.

“If you say so, I’ll stop with your hips…” the red paladin near-growled (which made the boy underneath him blush even harder), and, in keeping with his word, shot his hands to Lance’s stomach. In desperation as his laughter reached a fever pitch, he reached to grab Keith’s hands. Keith was having none of it, grabbed them, and pinned them above his head. Keith held them with just one of his own hands, putting enough weight on them both to not hurt them but keep them in place. He tsked down at Lance before returning one hand to his stomach and scrabbling his fingers wildly, causing the blue paladin to dissolve into hysterics.

Lance couldn’t even protest anymore, for a few reasons (one of which he’d explain to Keith later, much to both of their delights), but mostly because he couldn’t physically form words with Keith’s hands there. However, it became even worse(?) for Lance when the red paladin decided to take it up a notch and stick his hand underneath his shirt to tickle Lance’s bare skin.

Lance’s vision erupted into brightness as his laughter turned silent from the fast, firm fingers digging gently into his stomach.

Keith’s face dusted pinker as he marveled at how soft Lance’s skin was, before realizing that Lance probably needed more air than he was currently getting. He let him laugh silently for a few more moments before letting up.

Lance panted, catching his breath and smiling largely. His relief was short-lived, however, as Keith’s hand crawled up his side, on top of his shirt once again. Lance was back to squirming as he felt his fingers walk slowly up his waist, and ribs, and then finding their target in his left underarm. Lance shrieked as Keith’s fingers danced in the hollow, and skated around the edge.

“KEIHIHTH COHOHOME OHOHON YOU’RE MEHEHEAN”

The red paladin laughed. “You think that’s mean, I’ll show you mean.” Keith let go of Lance’s hands, which instantly shot to grab him again. Keith stopped tickling for a moment to take one wrist in each hand. He maneuvered them under Lance’s back so his own weight was holding them down, allowing Keith to use both hands. He pressed his knees on either side of the blue paladin to keep him in place, and sat on his hips. Keith reached behind him and squeezed Lance’s knees, extracting deep belly laughter and causing his legs to flail around to their maximum allowance.

Keith inched his hands up to Lance’s thighs, and alternated randomly between squeezing and fully tickling and lightly tracing them. Lance dissolved into uncontrollable giggles at the latter two techniques, and let out yelps interspersed with short, barking laughs when he dug his fingers in. The layer of denim was no match for Keith’s teasing touches.

Keith’s fingers drifted from the top of Lance’s thighs to his inner thighs, but due to the quick change in his laughter Keith moved back to save him any embarrassment. Well, any more embarrassment. Keith didn’t fail to notice the… *ahem* lengthening of the individual laughs and how they seemed to become more throaty and less… less like laughs and more like something that under other circumstances he would be thrilled to hear.

Lance didn’t notice.

Keith hoped none of the others did, and he filed it away in his mind for later. He figured it was probably best to move his hands somewhere else.

He brought his hands to Lance’s sides, spidering from his waist to the middle of his ribs as best he could. Lance’s belly laughter returned, but he wouldn’t look at Keith – he kept turning his face away to try to hide – which the red paladin thought was adorable.

“MEHEHEAN”

Keith laughed along with him. “Alright, I think I can live with that,” he smiled down at him. He wanted to kiss Lance’s blushing cheeks, and he almost did before remembering the other 5 in the room.

He felt Lance’s ribs under his fingertips, and he dug into them a little more, making sure to press in-between the bones. He used both hands to play Lance like a twin piano with keys to the left and right. The blue paladin’s laughter became shrill at his upper ribs, and Keith was a little resentful that he couldn’t really get at Lance’s underarms while he was in this position.

Although, there was a place Keith wanted to try. He moved his hands slowly to Lance’s neck, dragging his fingertips gently the whole way. He began wiggling his digits against the soft skin there, causing Lance to scrunch up and start giggling. He tickled the right side of his neck, and watched Lance try to trap his hand between his head and shoulder. He tickled the left, and Lance did the same. When he tickled both sides of his neck, however, Lance tried to pull his head into his body like a turtle and wrenched his eyes shut.

Keith laughed again. He didn’t think Lance would’ve been able to be taken down by a few light touches on his neck (or his thighs, but that was another matter).

He didn’t want to keep at his neck too long, since that was a dangerous place to linger for a few reasons, but he didn’t want to be done quite yet. He decided to give his neck a break, and figured that it was a gamble for the next spot. Either it wouldn’t be ticklish and he’d have to move fast, or Lance would be even more adorable just by default.

Keith brought his hands to Lance’s ears and lightly brushed his fingers on their undersides on the thin skin and around the outside ridge of each one.

He played his cards right.

Lance’s giggles became effervescent as he scrunched up his face and turned his head from side to side as Keith’s heart melted.

“Nope, you can’t escape it now,” Keith teased quietly.

“Kehehehihith cohohome ohohohon…” Lance whined, but not for him to stop. He just… he couldn’t handle being teased.

Keith stayed tickling his ears for a few moments, before deciding that there wasn’t enough of a canvas to work with. He withdrew his hands, trying to figure out where to strike next. Hm.

“Do you think he’s done?” Keith heard Coran whisper to Hunk.

“He shouldn’t be, he’s forgetting a couple key spots,” he said back.

Keith grinned. Right. He slid off of Lance, who didn’t move right away.

All he did was ask, “are you done?” But not even in a tone conveying annoyance, just simply a question posed as if asking the time.

“Not yet, turn over,” Keith told him, and Lance froze, blush returning to his face.

“Come on, Lance!” Hunk encouraged.

“Yeah, it’s for science!” Pidge supported.

“And inter-cultural studies!” Allura chimed in.

“I’m writing as fast as I can!” Coran yelled in a hurry, apparently marking down everything that occurred.

“Come on, Lance, do it!” even Shiro was getting in on it.

Keith smiled down at him. “Come on, either you turn over or I go back to your stomach…” he raised a claw-shaped hand over him.

Lance groaned and flipped himself over, but Keith caught the smile on his face too. Lance was even biting his lip to keep from grinning more.

Keith sat on Lance’s thighs, facing his feet. He grabbed one of Lance’s legs and pulled his foot back towards him, eventually grabbing onto his left ankle. He pulled off Lance’s sneaker, and held it tighter before descending five wiggling fingers onto his upturned sole.

Lance erupted into laughter the instant Keith made contact.

“AHAHAHA KEHEHEHIHIHITH WHAHAHA—COHOHOME OHOHON”

The red paladin shook his head, chuckling and smiling fondly. He spidered his fingers along Lance’s arch, sliding farther down his legs so he could put more weight on Lance’s calves so he wouldn’t need to hold onto his ankle.

Lance felt fingers dancing as close to the base of his toes as they could get with how tightly they were curled. He shrieked with laughter as he tried to kick his foot out of Keith’s grasp, but it was held tight.

Keith smiled, and laid his leg over Lance’s spare one, holding it down with his weight. He leaned forward, and with the hand that was tickling his foot Keith pulled his toes back and held it in place. He was practically sitting on the back of his knees as he took his now free hand and tickled his stretched-out sole.

Lance continued his high-pitched laughter as he began clawing at the cool tile of the floor. Keith scratched along his cotton-covered arches, and Lance went limp with loud giggles bubbling out of his mouth as if he was a popped bottle of champagne.

Keith could’ve tickled him there forever, if only just to hear him laugh like that until the end of time.

He moved his nimble fingers to his heels and brushed around the edge, and Lance’s laughter became fuller again as he shot up, propped up on his elbows, eyes wrenched shut and face flushed.

Keith snickered at the instant reaction, and he was amazed that Lance hadn’t even said the word “stop” at any point. Keith knew that they were about equal in strength, but Lance never made a move to push him off…

Keith’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt clumsy fingers at his sides. He fought back his own laughter as Lance tried to retaliate. He had managed to bring himself up far enough so he could reach Keith, but he could barely do so.

However, it was enough for Keith’s incredibly sensitive sides. He started losing focus from the light touches, and as he arched his back and removed his hands from Lance’s feet, beginning to laugh himself, the tables were turned. Lance was able to roll out from under him and tackled him, situating himself on top this time.

“Write that down, write that down!” Allura was lightly smacking Coran’s arm out of excitement.

“Is that legal?” Coran asked Pidge and Hunk.

Pidge smiled, “all is fair in love and tickling.”

Coran nodded seriously, and continued jotting it down in his notepad.

Lance smirked down at Keith, who was sprawled out on his back with Lance pinning down his legs with his own. He was panting heavily and his face was deeply colored red, but his eyes were bright and happy.

“You know…” the blue paladin began quietly, and Keith had the impression that the words were not meant for the others to hear. “I could get my revenge right here, right now.”

Keith would’ve been worried, if not for the fact that everything other than Lance’s voice was conveying pure joy.

“Or… we could run back to my room and I could tell you things that would probably be good for both of us.”

Keith nodded quickly. “Yes. Let’s go do that.”

The two jumped up and began running out of the room before they heard—

“Think that’s good blackmail Shiro?”

Lance and Keith froze, and looked back at Pidge with wide eyes.

“I wonder what I can use this for…” she pondered aloud with mock-innocence.

“You were recording that?” both paladins asked simultaneously in embarrassment.

She smirked. “Remember that the next time I ask for the cookie jar,” she laughed. “Because who knows… it might just get broadcast to an entire planet, then they’ll know that the great Blue Paladin of Voltron is incredibly ticklish.”

Lance began walking towards her. “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I think we both know I would, and that I’ve had enough of your discrimination against people under 66 inches tall,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

Lance cracked his knuckles, walking closer to her, who didn’t back down. “Keith? Wanna help me here?”

Keith grinned evilly, “it would be my pleasure.”

“Oh my gosh!” Allura cried out, smiling largely and stopping the two in their tracks. “I just remembered something, Coran!”

Her advisor looked at her as well. “Kitziwch, right?”

“Yes!” she smiled, and the paladins could see right through her act. “We do have a word in Altean for that, it’s ‘Kitziwch’.”

Lance and Keith blinked at each other.

“You know, Keith, I think she knew all along. I think she tricked us into this!” The blue paladin said with mock-surprise.

Keith fake-gasped in return. “I think you’re right! But what do we do about Pidge and her blackmail, and Allura?”

“I do not know, there’s only two of us…”

“But there’s also two of them…”

“Fair point, buddy, so what ever shall we do?”

Keith grinned. “I think we have one clear option.”

“Shall we attack to defend our honor?” Lance readied his stance.

Keith followed suit, “absolutely.”

#voltron tickling #klance #tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!lance #ticklish!keith #filled #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld tickling #mine #jeezus there's so much tickling in this #a good thing abt not being able to say the word and not always being able to type it:#is that i have to get creative with my descriptions lmao

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bbgnoods · 7 years

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Russel X Reader

word count : 2,906

ps : more stories on my wattpad @ sonyatheblade !!!

Gorillaz was what the professionals feared, the teen heart adored and what (Y/N) called a challenge. When offered a position simply starting as an assistant, she took no hesitation to take it up. Well, that job started nearly 10 years ago. It had been quite the bumpy ride. Through-out the band’s adventures on Plastic Beach, she was the one who held all promotions. She was also the one who booked the tour with the amazingly talented Damon Albarn, who was one of the sweetest men she had ever met, while Murdoc did god knows what with god knows who on the secret location. She worked on editing on their radio interviews, created websites, kept fans updated via social media, you name it, she most likely did it. For her first 3 years, she never had a free day. Until the day she received the call from Murdoc. A hiatus? For the long, long break, she was told to keep watch on everyone. Make sure no one died, basic things like so.

She stayed within North Korea, keeping a close eye on Russel’s conditions in his exhibit. After a few weeks of that, she was off to Japan. She sat next to the demon as Noodle sliced his head off. A soft laugh even parted her lips while she watched with limited emotion. Her personal favorite was the partying in Guadalupe while 2D ate at whale blubber. In the end, she planned and set up the groups reunion under Murdoc’s orders.

She also was the one who set their campaign with ‘Converse’, worked along with the filming for ‘DoYaThing’, and created most of the fashion for the band throughout the past years, along with their upcoming performances, videos and photoshoots for their latest album, 'Humanz’.

It had been a very fun filled 10 years, 10 years she wouldn’t trade for the world. Thinking of her past seemed to distract her from her current task.

“Wow.” A loud voice boomed out, followed by a chuckle. The female jumped a bit, holding her hand over her chest while trying to slow her rapid heart rate. “(Y/N) isn’t doing work for once? Is the sky green too?!”

She let out a small laugh, turning to face the male, “good evening to you as well, Mr. Hobbs.”

Russel sent a small wave, leaning against her doorframe. “Listen,” he spoke out, his usual flirtatious tone ringing out, “I think you need a break. Why not go out? Maybe get a bite to eat? My treat!”

Russel was very dedicated. Ever since he returned from the abnormalities of Plastic Beach, he spoke to (Y/N) in a very cocky yet smooth tone. You’d think after 3 years he’d get the idea that an assistant cannot 'go out’ with one of her bosses. Wrong.

Everyday, he’d do something to keep up a conversation with her. Her favorite day became Friday because of Russ. He’d stop by to drop her off dinner. The main course would always be chinese, followed by a large (fav. flavor) custard. It always lit her heart up. He was a big sweetheart.

“I don’t know if that would be a professional option, Mr. Hobbs,” she hummed out, “and besides, Mr. Niccals would not approve of me leaving when so much has to be done.”

Russ smiled at her dedication. She was so cute. “I’ll give ol’ Mudz a talk. We can make it a business date if it’ll make you happy.”

(Y/N) sighed happily. Seeing as how he yet again wouldn’t give up, she nodded her head in agreement. This caused Russ to stand at the door, completely frozen. His blank, white eyes widened, his lips parting as no words came out. (Y/N) chuckled, turning back to face her computer. She quickly saved her needed documents and pre-typed emails. After that, she shut it down, closing it and grabbing onto her drink. “I’ll join you in asking Mr. Niccals. Perhaps if I offer assistance for a full twenty four hours, I can get off for the night.”

Russ snapped out of his frozen state, letting out a laugh. “Hell no! He’ll let you off. No extra time needed, gorgeous.”

His compliment did cause her to giggle out a bit, a soft blush gracing her beautiful facial features. “Thank you, Mr. Hobbs.”

“No more Mr. Hobbs. It makes me feel old.. Just call me Russ.”

She remained silent, a simple smile gracing her perfect lips as the two walked out the office.

“Alright, Russ.”

All around it was an odd situation. A woman dressed in a black pencil skirt, matching black top, white heels, and a perfect ballet bun out with a male in his comfort clothing of a yellow hoodie and baggy white jeans find themselves dining at some type of Korean barbecue. They sat at a small table, bowls filled with the desired ingredients.

“I know it’s not your usual Chinese,” Russ spoke out, “but I figured I’d change it up a little. Thought it might impress ya.”

(Y/N) let out a laugh, her hand coyly covering over her mouth while doing so. “It is very delicious,” she responded, “thank you very much, Russel.” Her hand reached into her purse, pulling out a small slip of paper. She handed it over to Russ, brightly smiling while doing so. “Since this is a business date.. Next week, you and the others are needed for a photoshoot as a promotion for Pandora again. And Spotify is asking if tonight you can update your G-Mix. You can stop by my office if you require any additional assistance.” Russel could lie and say he listened to every word. But again, that would be lying. He just couldn’t stop looking at her, at how absolutely beautiful she was. The way her eyes seemed to gleam with joy. Her eyes were beautiful. A perfect shade of (e/c). Her lips looked so soft, so kissable. God, he just wanted her so badly.

“Russel?”

He quickly shot his positioning straight, trying to appear as interested as possible within her work. “Yeah, yeah, business 'n shit!”

(Y/N) couldn’t hold in the loud bolt of laughter ringing past her lips. “It’s alright, I suppose work talk can wait till after we finish.”

Russel let out a soft 'yes’ in victory, smiling to himself before looking back up at her. “So, since you are now officially off,” Russel called out, “here are two options for the after dinner fun. Option A, movie, maybe a little clubbing? Or B, get Noodle to make us a little surprise? A little more fun but not out and about.”

“Noodle always was bright and fun. Let us see what she has planned.”

Russ nodded in agreement and looked down, quickly messaging the guitarist.

Noodle gazed about her closet, tapping a finger against her chin as she scanned about the various outfits. A vigorous ringing and the beat to her song 'DARE’ blared throughout the room. She flopped onto her bed, grabbing her phone and opening the unread message.

'BIG OX ‼️💘🥁 : She said yes. And she chose plan B. Go crazy, kid.’

Noodle’s eye widened, a cheerful squeal rushing past her lips. After a small victorious dance to herself, she responded she instantly went to work with the preparations.

Russel kept small talk up with (Y/N), feeling his heart beat rapidly with each word she spoke.

A light vibration buzzed within his packet. He quickly apologized, but (Y/N) simply smiled and patiently waited for him to do whatever he needed. She took this as the time to continue to eat her meal, still with all the poise in the world.

'Noodle : yes yes‼️ 😄💕 it will be perfect! enjoy dinner, dad 💘’

He chuckled softly, putting his phone back in his pocket before continuing their conversation.

“So, let me get to know you better,” he spoke out,“no backstory, just you. Favorite color, candy flavor, dessert? Any hobbies, y'know, besides work?”

(Y/N) chuckled again, humming softly at the questions. “I do enjoy the color (f/c). I don’t have a large preference on sweets or desserts. You already know I love (fav. flavor) custard.” She let out a dazed sigh thinking of the treat, “as for hobbies, I haven’t been able to do much exploring due to always working. I went cloud watching once. Very relaxing!”

Russel happily sighed, his eyes never once moving from looking at her. God, he was in love. No matter what she would do to push him away, he would always feel the same way towards her. No one could change how he felt. He had never felt this way. He never thought he could feel true happiness again.

“Now your turn.” She spoke out.

“Me?” Russ asked, stupidly knowing the answer.

“Of course. What are your hobbies? What makes you most happy? And what toppings do you enjoy on a pizza?”

He took a second to think. Obviously, the first two could be answered in a heartbeat. He just tried so many pizzas in his life, he couldn’t pick just one.

“Hobbies would be drumming and cooking. I can cook up a mean eel.” His comment had the two both cracking into a fit of laughter. “Happiness.. Originally, it was music and my best friend, Del.. He isn’t around anymore..”

(Y/N)’s smile dropped into a saddened frown. “Russel.. I apologize.. I can’t-”

He held a hand up, smiling at his date. “No, no. He’s in a better place now.. And besides, he brought me someone to make me even happier.”

“And who would that be?”

“You.”

Her heart slammed against her chest. Heat rose to her cheeks. Her lips curled into a smile. He was so sweet, and he made her so happy. The feeling was to die for.

“As for pizza.. I’d have to stick with a classic cheese. You can never go wrong with cheese pizza, right?”

(Y/N) let out a little laugh, “right..”

After dinner, Russel and (Y/N) arrived at the current Gorillaz HQ. The area around them was silent, only things in sight were signs taped to the wall as directions. Soon enough, the two had been lead to Noodle’s garage. All of the infamous cars rested within. From Noodle’s famous tricycle displayed on the ground to Stylo crashed at the rooftop, it truly looked amazing and brought back so many memories. Along the large wall, a projection screen hung down, a bit musty, but still in perfect working condition.

“Yōkoso! (Welcome!)” Noodle popped up from inside the Geep, letting out a soft 'awe’ at the sight of the two. She hummed a bit, jumping out from car. “Take a seat! The movie is about to begin!”

“In the Geep?” The two asked simultaneously. Noodle nodded and proceded to leave the garage. As she did so, music from the movie began to blare from the speakers set up. Russel held onto (Y/N)’s hand, helping her into her seat. Quickly, he followed, seating himself next to her.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning her head against Russel’s shoulder. He smiled softly, resting his head on top of hers. At this point, the movie just played to be played. (Y/N) took this time to inspect every detail of him. Specific scents, how he looked, how warm he was. She took in a deep breath through her nose, picking up how he smelt of strawberries and cigars. It was only soothing.

Russ oddly did the same, occasionally breathing in her sweet scent. Like fresh vanilla and rain. He watched her movements carefully, smiling a bit when she’d let out a faint yawn or sigh in comfort. The situation was so heavenly. It made him wonder if he was passing into the light.

“'Ello! Special delivery!”

The voice made the two jump, both looking over at the new voice. Smiling brightly was 2D. He held onto two bags, one in each hand. “Personal gif’s!” The two each grabbed what Stuart offered to them, “I helped Noodle get 'em togetha’!”

“Aye, thanks ’D!” Russel exclaimed.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Pot!”

He cheerfully grinned before heading back up stairs. Russel was the first to dig into his bag. Inside was a yellow fleece blanket, one plastic spoon, and a pint of his favorite strawberry ice cream. On the carton was a tag covered in rhinestones and small emoji stickers. 'Dear Big Ox: i hope you enjoy!! i love and appreciate everything you’ve done for me

#gorillaz #gorillaz x reader #Russel Hobbs x reader #self insert

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thislittlekumquat · 7 years

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Wait, did you already talk about this?

An Akoya/Io/Ryuu fic in which the pink ones force Io to think about them. Also they’re all very gay and happy to be together again. Set right after Conquest Club’s permanent return from Europe.

I’d like to thank my co-conspirator and beta @lululeighsworld for helping me and inspiring this nonsense!

Read the whole thing under the cut, or read it on ao3!

Io closed the front door to his parents’ house behind them and fumbled for the light. As they walked through the hall and into the main living space, Io flipping lights on as they went, Akoya’s expression went from curiosity to surprise.

“Your house is definitely bigger than I thought it’d be.”

Ryuu slung an arm around Io’s shoulders and grinned. “He’s not Mister Money for nothing. His parents are already loaded. He just plays for bonus points. But that’s why they’re never around. Business trips and shit, you know?”

Io rolled his eyes and as Ryuu’s arm dropped, he left them to go into the kitchen. Ryuu stayed with Akoya, who was snooping, looking at the sparsely-filled bookshelves surrounding the television set. He was thinking how it was exactly what he would have expected of the people who raised Io. They had almost nothing but a bland, pristine set of special edition classic novels on their shelves. Ryuu bumped their shoulders together.

“What do you want to eat? Your welcome home party, your choice.”

Akoya considered it. He frankly didn’t care what they ate – he was practically shaking with how excited he was to be home from studying abroad and back with the two people who in the months before he’d gone away had become dearer to him than he ever would have expected. So he shrugged and grinned and said, “Curry. I want to send a picture to Kin to let him know that I’m finally free of his company for a few hours.”

Ryuu laughed. “Perfect. Coming right up.”

Io meanwhile was rooting around in the fridge, trying to find drinks and some sort of snack. Akoya had followed Ryuu into the kitchen, and he snuck up beside Io, bending over as well and putting their shoulders together. Io jumped a little at his sudden appearance, and turned to blink at him.

“What would you like?”

Akoya reached into the fridge, purposefully pressing their sides together, to pull out some drinks. Io pursed his lips at the gesture but helped him just the same.

Ryuu had by then tied his hair back and was already heating pots to get to work. He was familiar with Io’s kitchen, and he shooed them out of the way to start getting out the food that he and Io had bought the day before in anticipation of having Akoya over.

They spent the evening comfortably exchanging stories both of adventures abroad and misadventures at home fighting ridiculous monsters. There hadn’t been much time after they’d finished dealing once and for all with the Beppu brothers before the student council had reluctantly returned to Europe to finish their courses. This was the first chance, therefore, that the three second-years had had time to spend by themselves without the rest of their friends.

Ryuu had a good time gently playing footsie with both of them, and they all swapped compliments and playful insults equally. Akoya marveled at how relaxing it was to be back here with them, after months of only video chatting, at best (and not often).

As they finished eating and lingered at the table, still chatting, Akoya noticed that Ryuu’s hand had wandered towards Io’s on the table. Their pinkies were brushing ever so slightly, but it was noticeable enough that Akoya’s stomach dropped mid-laugh, and his audible mirth sputtered awkwardly.

“Are you okay?” Io was looking at him with concern, and Ryuu’s hand had left the table as he leaned forward to pour more water into Akoya’s glass, thinking that he’d choked on something.

Akoya should not have been so affected by that small sight – he and Ryuu had talked about this, damn it – but it still got to him. He feigned coughing a bit, and took an indelicate swallow of water, waving his hand dismissively the whole time.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Are you two both done eating? Should we watch a movie or something?”

Io immediately reached for some dishes. “Sure, let me just clean this stuff up. You two go pick something, I’ll be in there in a few minutes.”

Ryuu’s foot nudged Akoya’s under the table and he grinned silently at him, wiggling his eyebrows. Akoya’s briefly soured mood lifted and he managed a genuine grin back. They all but tiptoed into the other room and immediately burst into conspiratorial whispers.

“Horror?”

“For sure. You know where he keeps the blankets?”

“I scoped the whole place out the last time I was here and already know the best ones.”

Akoya squeezed Ryuu’s hand in delight. “Good job.” He wondered briefly if seeing their hands together would make Io’s stomach plummet. Like his had earlier. He mentally shook himself. The entire point of this plan he’d made with Ryuu was to avoid this sort of issue.

Ryuu squeezed his hand back. “One of us on each side, right?”

Akoya nodded. Ryuu smiled warmly at him and turned to start up the television.

When Io joined them about fifteen minutes later, they were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, the movie poised to play, Ryuu holding a blanket in his lap.

“Cold?” Io asked as he sat in the middle of the couch.

Immediately, the other two scooched to join him in the center and Ryuu gave one end of the blanket to Akoya, who helped him tuck them all into a giant cocoon.

Io had gone stiff as they settled in on either side, pressing close, arms winding around Io’s where they rested at his sides. They were each so excited about the success of this stage of the plan that at first they didn’t notice how tense he was. But half an hour into the movie, they had already shared a couple of worried glances around the front of him – they’d both noticed that he seemed entirely uncomfortable. So Akoya paused the movie and they both looked at him.

“Are you okay?” Ryuu asked.

Io blinked. “Yes? Uh. Why?”

“You seem tense,” Akoya said.

Io chewed on his lip a little. “I guess… I’m just not used to. To this?”

“What, cuddling?”

Akoya himself was almost tense about the use of that word that so plainly unmasked their intentions. He and Ryuu had planned to work towards this topic somehow, and he almost felt like this was too soon. But Ryuu knew Io better than he did, he had to admit. So he held his breath and waited for a reply.

Io had a vaguely strangled look on his face. “Is that what this is?”

Ryuu snorted. “Yes, you idiot.”

“But… But why?”

“Because we care about you.” Akoya wanted to make it clear that he was in on this too. He wasn’t going to be outdone by Ryuu. “We just want to be close.”

Ryuu nodded and reached out to Akoya, who read his intentions and took his hand. They rested their linked hands in Io’s lap. He stared down at them dumbly. After a moment, he spoke.

“Is this… romantic? Or. Friendly? Or?” He seemed more confused than he should have been.

“Well. We have discussed how it would be nice to kiss you.”

“But only if you’re into that of course.”

“Have you talked – did you plan this?” Io looked almost mortified.

They had the humility to look abashed.

“Well. A bit.”

Io closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was another long pause. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully when he finally spoke, under the pressure of the other two looking at him expectantly.

“I don’t think saying I’m opposed is exactly right, but I also can’t say that I’ve ever really thought about this sort of thing before right now. But I just don’t understand. There’s – well, there’s two of you. I mean, I care about you both, but you’re both okay with… with what? Some sort of weird three person situation?”

There were nods from both sides of him, and their hands remained clasped in front of him.

“I may have told Ryuu confidentially that I was dreaming of kissing you. I also may have been a little tipsy – Italian wine is good stuff and Kin and Arima are lightweights. I was bored and lonely and –“

“- and I was also bored, because you, Io, wouldn’t hang out with me because you actually give a shit about your grades.” Ryuu squeezed Akoya’s hand and bumped it against Io’s thigh lightly to reassure them both. He continued, “I’ll admit, I was kind of panicky when he told me, because like, I felt the same. But I didn’t want to be an asshole about it, you know. And I figured out pretty quickly that he was drunk-“

“-tipsy!”

“-tipsy,” Ryuu rolled his eyes and shook his head and laughed, “-and so I told him that I felt the same, instead of hiding it. And surprisingly, we just talked about you instead of how clearly there was going to be an issue down the road with both of us having crushes on you. But it was nice.”

“And then the next morning I looked at the conversation again when I was more myself-“

“So not drunk.”

“-and not TIPSY. And I had an idea.”

“Really, he just realized that instead of having one person to kiss, he might be able to bag two.”

“Ryuu! You make it sound so uncouth. I like you both, I swear.” Ryuu puffed his chest out a little as if preening, obviously pleased with himself that he was as good of a catch as Io. Akoya huffed and reached across Io to prod Ryuu in the forehead, and his victim just laughed.

“So anyways, Akoya texted me again at like ass o’clock in the morning proposing that the three of us just be a… unit? Rather than some terrible type of competition centered around you.”

“But the big problem was really that we didn’t know how you felt. So we decided to try the subtle approach first because Ryuu said you were probably clueless and would be surprised. But then he went and dropped the secret before we even watched an entire movie.” He glared at Ryuu.

Ryuu for his part just shrugged. “Io seemed weirded out. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, fine for you because you told him this started while I was drunk.”

“I mean you kind of were. Even I could tell by your shitty spelling.”

“Okay, so it was a little-“

Io put his hands over theirs in front of him. They both paused and looked at him instead of each other. He was staring at all of their hands in a close bundle on his lap.

“So let me get this straight,” he began slowly. “You two both like me in a romantic way. And have talked about this fact with each other. And have decided to, what? Share me?” He looked back and forth between them as if still not sure he understood.

“I mean, basically,” Ryuu said.

“But we enjoy each other’s company and affection, too,” Akoya added, “and we may have a slightly different relationship, but we want to all be together. All three of us. Like we are now. And like we were before I went away.”

“But we mostly want to know how you feel, Io.” Ryuu lifted a finger from clasping Akoya’s hand to rub his knuckle on Io’s palm as it covered their hands.

Io had gone back to staring at his lap. After what seemed like the longest pause yet, he spoke slowly yet firmly.

“If I’m being honest with you, I don’t really know. I mean obviously I care about you both a lot, and I guess I’m flattered that you both think so highly of me. To put it one way. Though knowing you two, you have some other plans that you haven’t told me about yet.”

Suddenly all the tension left his body and he leaned back with a sigh.

“Alright. I don’t exactly know what I think, because I’ve never stopped to think about it at all. But I am immensely glad that you both still want to spend time with me, and at the same time as each other, too. So could I maybe postpone returning your feelings? Or, whatever? And we can just continue as we are? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to disappoint, but I don’t want to lie, or mislead. I just-“

With seemingly the same mind, they both leaned into him and planted small kisses on both of his cheeks. They were rewarded for their telepathy with the delightful sight of Io sharply inhaling and turning a magnificent shade of scarlet. Both laughed quietly under their breaths, trying to stifle their amusement so as to not absolutely make Io miserable. He was clearly delicate in some ways.

“L-let’s just watch the movie,” he stammered. “I very clearly see why you chose horror. I know neither of you is bothered by this stuff, you just wanted the hint of an excuse to cozy up to me. Who came up with this harebrained scheme?” He seemed to be pouting, and was still quite pink, but obviously wasn’t truly upset. They both laughed at him again.

“That’s fine. We can even change the movie if you want,” answered Akoya, declining to tell Io that it had been his idea.

“Thank you for talking with us,” Ryuu said, before Akoya could quite hit play again.

Io had mostly relaxed. He still obviously wasn’t sure how to take his two closest friends being so literally close. But he spoke earnestly. “It’s fine. Thank you for telling me how you feel. I am, well, touched. Really I am. I’m sorry I ca-“

“Io, it’s fine. Stop apologizing. Honestly, we’re sorry for springing it on you so suddenly.”

“We’re just glad that you still want to even associate with us.”

Io snorted. “Well I wouldn’t say I want to associate with you. I would just feel bad abandoning you to your otherwise unfulfilling social lives.”

Akoya sniffed in mock offense, and drew back dramatically, while Ryuu said, “Hey!”

Before Io knew what was happening, there was a pillow in his face and a pair of hands were at his side, wiggling fingers drawing helpless cry-laughing from him.

“Oh, Akoya, he’s definitely ticklish.”

“I told you, you owe me a latte.”

“You – hah, no, stop – stop!” Io took Ryuu’s wrists and forced his hands apart. Breathlessly, he said, “You two were betting on whether I was ticklish?”

Ryuu grinned shamelessly at him. “We also betted on whether or not you like to have your neck kissed.”

“And whether or not you make nice noises if you get a good back rub,” Akoya added.

“And whether-“

“Okay, that’s enough! I get it, you two are devious and also your minds are halfway to the gutter. And since there’s two of you betting on either-or questions, I clearly can’t prove you both wrong.” He sighed and let go of Ryuu’s wrists. “I have this sneaking suspicion that you two are going to team up on me a lot.”

They both feigned innocence.

“No, not at all.”

“Talking privately was just a thing this one time.”

Io made an unconvinced noise, shrugged, and without warning, put an arm around each of their shoulders. Drawing them close, he addressed Akoya.

“We missed you.”

Ryuu reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind Akoya’s ear. “We really did. We said it almost every day to each other.”

Now it was Akoya’s turn to look flustered. He colored delicately and his eyes looked a little damp.

“I missed you both terribly as well,” he said, and buried his face in Ryuu’s chest as his arms drew them closer.

And they were content to stay like that for a few moments. Ryuu stroked Akoya’s hair, and Akoya’s hand was resting around the small of Io’s back gently. Io rested his head on Ryuu’s shoulder and still had an arm around each of them. The clock ticked on the wall and Io was dimly aware that he was half asleep. He felt warm and happy. Surprisingly. He never would have guessed he could enjoy physical contact so much. It was simple and fulfilling.

Suddenly the television screen flashed and the streaming service started playing the preview of the movie again - they’d left it paused too long, and it had gone back to a menu screen. A shrill scream played and the sound of jaws slavering filled the surround sound speakers. Akoya jerked and flew back, narrowly avoiding smashing Ryuu’s chin with the top of his head. Ryuu laughed, and Akoya after a moment of wide-eyed panic glared at him.

“I’m sorry, Akoya, your face was priceless.” He looked at Io who was struggling to keep a straight face. “See, Io thinks so too.”

Akoya turned his glare on Io, and Io held his hands up, trying to look innocent. “Not at all. I’m just upset that the noise woke you up. It was peaceful before that.”

Suspicion and the feeling that he was being wooed warred in Akoya’s mind, and he settled on outwardly harrumphing and reaching out to take Ryuu in a headlock playfully. “I believe you, Io, but Ryuu still needs to learn some manners.” He dug his fist into the top of Ryuu’s head.

“Hey- hey!!! You’re gonna ruin my hair!”

“Your hair’s not as good as mine anyways, it doesn’t matter.”

“Why you-” Ryuu leaned into Akoya suddenly, surprising him, and slipped free. They then grappled, hands locked together. Their elbows were a hazard to Io, who was caught in the middle.

“Okay, okay, you two. You- ow!”

They froze. He had a hand over one eye.

“Oh my god, Io, are you okay?”

“Shit, sorry, let us see it.”

Io’s hand came off his face and he grinned at them, completely unharmed. “Gotcha.”

They were both indignant.

“You dirty rotten-”

“How could you-”

And they both practically dove for his sides.

“No, wait, don’t-” But it was too late, they were bent on exacting their revenge by tickling him within an inch of his life. In the end, they wound up in a pile of giggles, Io with tears streaming from his eyes and the other two with pleased expressions of triumph on their faces. They were calm again after a few breathless moments. The clock chimed one in the morning. Io attempted to move and the other two tried to stop him.

“Let’s just lay here,” Akoya said.

“Don’t you want to sleep in a less unnatural position?” They were both on top of Io. Ryuu was practically falling off the couch, and Io had become aware of how close they were now that there were more than just a few points of gentle contact between them.

“Sure,” Ryuu said. “I know where the extra bedding is, we can move this coffee table and then there’s lots of room on the floor for all three of us.”

Io frowned. “I have guest beds, you know.”

“Yeah, but not any that would be comfortable for three people.”

Io pursed his lips. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“I know, that’s why we’ll make a nest on the floor.”

Io closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them he was looking to the side, away from them. “That’s not what I meant.”

Akoya brushed some stray hair behind Io’s ear. “Please? It would make me - us - happy.”

Io still wasn’t making eye contact. “I’ll… sleep in this room with you. On the couch. Right nearby. But you have to get off of me first.”

The other two shared a brief glance and gently got off of him, Akoya sitting up gracefully and Ryuu rolling off the edge of the couch to land lightly on hands and knees like a cat. They went to a hall closet to fetch the bedding while Io got up and turned off the television.

Ryuu and Akoya dumped pillows and comforters on the floor, and Ryuu pushed the coffee table against the wall. He turned, and Io was already putting a blanket and pillow on the couch.

“Io,” he said softly, with a voice that spoke volumes.

Io’s shoulders hunched guiltily and he looked up at them. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I mean. Maybe I am, but. I don’t know.” He looked lost. Ryuu sighed.

“We just want to sleep.” He and Io looked at each other for a moment, silently. Then Ryuu spoke again. “I guess that’s fine. But you have to stay in this room with us like you said, okay?”

Io looked relieved and slightly ashamed but nodded.

Ryuu rolled his eyes and set to building his so-called nest with Akoya. Before they settled in together, they demanded that Io lend them pajamas. Ryuu had specifically neglected to bring any, and had only told Akoya that they were spending the night on their way there. Io just sighed and went to his room to get some spare sweatpants and sleep shirts. Ryuu swam in them slightly, and the pants were too short for Akoya’s long legs, but they were both delighted when they came out from behind closed doors wearing their borrowed clothes.

And then finally they were all settling down, Io on the couch and the other two on the floor. Ryuu put an arm under Akoya’s head and nuzzled into his hair, and Akoya had taken Io’s hand gently where he had let it dangle off the couch. Io looked mystified as he did so, and he hid as much of his face as possible in his pillow but said nothing and gently squeezed Akoya’s hand.

Io felt warm and happy again, despite the anxiety he had been feeling in the periphery of his consciousness all evening since they’d confessed to him. He knew this was a good thing, and he knew he loved them in some way or another, very much. But this realization was new and he was clueless. Despite his misgivings, he slowly drifted off, and felt close to sleep when suddenly he realized that the other two were whispering to one another. He heard his name and was suddenly awake again.

“What?” he asked. They both looked up at him.

“Oh, nothing.”

They went back to whispering, at a perfect pitch that let Io catch important, tantalizing words, but no full thoughts.

“Really, you two?”

In the dark, he could see the white of their teeth as they grinned at him. “Sorry, these whispers are for the floor party only.”

Io frowned. “You’re trying to bait me. You’re not subtle.”

Ryuu wrapped his arm around Akoya and Akoya’s and Io’s still-clasped hands were jostled.

“Maybe,” he said, “but subtlety can be overrated.”

Akoya was tugging gently on Io’s hand, fingers curled around his palm. His hand was warm in Io’s, and it already felt familiar, as if it wasn’t the first time in his life he’d held hands with him. They were both looking at him. Moonlight coming in through a gap in the curtains fell upon their faces and hair, illuminating them with a soft light that made the entire tableau of comfort and warmth and love look too tantalizing to bear. Io felt himself inhale, and he felt as if he didn’t exhale until he was on the floor and they were smiling softly as they gathered him into their arms.

And the moonlight continued to shine in, the beam of gentle light drawing a path across the bundle of limbs and soft breaths and shining hair until it left them in quiet, calm darkness.

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An Interesting Quarry

I've watched Trollhunters twice and I am complete Angor Rot trash. (Also Draal)

So much so that I've decided to indulge others with an ' X reader' thing involving him.

This is set entirely off a random thought that popped into my head few hours ago.

'Does he only ever use his mark on Trollhunters, or does it apply to anyone that might interest him?'

it's a really weird, stupid thought, but I have a plot bunny and I need to let it loose. Bare with me. Troll!reader by the way

EDIT: I now have a follow up for this. It's called ' Always Mine ' feel free to check it out, and if you want, I will take request for writing.

You had no idea what was so important about this weird ring that your father gave you before he disappeared off the face of the earth. And you weren't really curious enough to research it either. Still you kept it on you, simply because it was your father's.

However, when ever you would venture out from your home, and into the human world, you would get the inexplicable feeling of being watched. Well more than watched, it almost felt like someone was hunting you.

It was most definitely unnerving to say the least.

This continued for about a month before you decided to bait whoever was watching you, if it was possible. Finding a nice clearing with a clear view of the sky and a cliff, you made yourself comfortable.

With your back securely against the cliff face, you waited. As you waited, you carefully scanned the area, gazing up into the night when you felt it reasonably safe to do so. And looking back from one such break, you finally saw your stalker.

You couldn't help but to notice that he was tall as he lingered by a tree, his burning eyes locked onto the accessory you twiddled between your fingers, before they rose to meet your cool (E/c) stare. You both took the time to size one another up.

While you were no highly trained warrior, you could tell he was dangerous even from this distance. There was a sort of poised tension in his stance, and you had no doubt that he could wield the staff in his hand quite well. Not to mention, execute what ever other tricks he had up his metaphorical sleeves with tactical flair.

You tried to find more giveaways about his skill, but were unable to glean anything more from this distance. It would also be a folly to try and move to study him closer. He'd just lead you right into a trap, you felt.

Finding nothing else to do except study his looks, which you weren't quite so intent on, you decided to break the silence with the second thing you had noticed about the dangerous stranger.

"You have very pretty eyes." you called out to him, leaning back on the cliff as you rolled the trinket over your stony fingers, taking comfort in the soft clinks it made with the motions.

He blinked once. Twice.

Oh, you had surprised him. At least you thought you did. It was hard to tell.

As the silence began to ring once more, you spoke again.

"Is this your ring? Did the old man cheat it off ya somehow?" You inquired, thinking to all the times another troll came into your home to pick fights with him for the very same reason.

He started at your first query.

"Yes, that ring belongs to me." He spoke in a wonderfully gravelly voice.

No. Don't go down that line of thinking.

"Would you like it back?" You asked once more, arching a brow as you held up the item in questioned between your thumb and forefinger.

"Yes. Bring it here." He demanded.

You scoffed. 'Why don't you come get it? You're already standing anyway."

He regarded you for a moment with narrowed eyes, before you heard him sigh gruffly and begin to move.

As soon as he stepped into the moonlight, you realized that you had screwed up in such a monumental way. For it was Angor Rot who was making his way towards you.

As he walked, the moonlight made certain things catch your eye. The gems flashing just beneath his rocky skin, the bands of gold wrapped around his rather geometric horns, the gold rings piecing his chin. The way his pale stone-flesh seemed to glow in this light...

Stop that!

He came to a stop in front of you, and you knew your face was a blank look of shock from the smirk on his face. He held out his hand.

"The Inferna Copula, if you will." He rumbled.

You peered up at him, looking unimpressed despite everything.

"How do I know you won't just kill me when you have what you want?" You huffed.

'(Y/N) stop it. you are toeing a very dangerous line' You reminded yourself.

He seemed amused however. "You don't."

"Gee that's reassuring." You drawled with a roll of your eyes.

"I could always kill you and take it anyway." He reminded sweetly, still patiently holding out his hand.

When he puts it like that...

Refuse to give him the rin- the Inferna Copula - and be killed for your cowardice, or take a dive and give him the trinket, with a chance to get away unscathed.

In the end it wasn't that difficult of a choice, and you held out your hand over his, and dropped the ring into his palm.

He grinned wickedly as he took it in his other hand and put it on his finger. He then turned back to you and patted your head.

"That's a good troll." He purred.

You swatted his hand away and growled lowly. "Don't touch me."

He chuckled and turned on his heel, while you hurriedly got up and began to scamper off.

You stopped. Something felt wrong. You felt your sides and whirled around back to the assassin. As if sensing your incensed stare, he held up the pouch you kept your knick-knacks in. He then turned to grin at you and disappear behind the tree you first saw him standing under.

"Hey!" You called, running after him, somewhat blinded in possessive anger.

You followed him as he danced and vanished in the forested area, distantly aware that you were falling for the same trick you avoided at the beginning of the interaction.

You burst into another clearing, and saw him standing under the shade of a tree. And saw the stasis trap just a bit too late. You tried to backtrack before it took effect, but, you know what they say. Too little, too late.

You were frozen in a backwards leaning position, your face frozen in surprise and remnants of anger. Angor Rot chuckled as he approached the beans, clearly amused by you predicament.

He looked to the ring on his finger then back to you before he began to speak.

"Since I'm my own master now, I do believe I can engage in a bit of sport." He chuckled, staring pointedly at you.

If you could've, you would have widened your (E/C) eyes in fear as you got a tingling sensation tracing along the right side of your face.

Oh crap. This is bad. This is very, very bad.

The sensation stopped, and the magician smirked.

"See you soon, little troll." He hummed as he dislodged one of the stones and disappeared though a portal. Then you fell onto your back, staring hopelessly at the stars.

Well this was a fine mess you've gotten yourself into. You turned your head and blinked. At least he was nice enough to leave your knick-knacks behind.

For a widely feared assassin and Trollhunter killer, he was very considerate.

To say you didn't leave your home for a long time was an understatement. You called in favors and began training with a few other warriors in your local cavern. It wouldn't do much, but at least it was something.

Eventually, you began one of the better fighters in the area, and only then did you feel sure enough to leave on what had been your nightly excursions.

Stepping out into the world and taking all of three steps before you heard a gravelly voice say. "And here I was beginning to think you had went and died in the safety of your home like a weak hearted coward."

Thanks to your new reflexes, you had a dagger in your hand and threw at the other troll in under three seconds.

But being he was who he was, he merely caught the projectile between his fingers. He looked up from his ring and at your dagger, slightly raising his brows.

"It got closer than I thought it would. I'll give you that. Just like I'll give you a ten second head start."

Spending a second to hit his shadow staff with another dagger, sending it a ways off, you dashed to the southeast, using you considerable speed to cover close to 50 yards before sharply veering North, using any slightly precarious thing to try and make obstacles.

You came to a larger river after 9 seconds, and without hesitation, dove into the dark water, swimming with the current to send you further downstream.

Seeing a shadow above water, you clung to a boulder in pacing. Two orbs of yellow stared down at you and a pale hand breach the surface, fishing you out.

"Really? is that the best you can do?"

You glared.

OK. You knew how to get out of this. hand on his shoulder, grab the other wrist, foot on the hip. You jumped, breaking his hold on you, while simultaneously (hopefully) causing pain and snitching his Shadow staff from him.

You landed on the other side of the river and took off again, Angor Rot's staff in hand.

Your eyes frantically analyzed the surrounding area. That wouldn't work. That's too predictable. He could get in the trees too. Come on, come on, come on was there anyth -!

THERE!

Your eyes zeroed in on the hole in the ground, just large enough for you to squeeze though. You dove for it, just as you heard the sounds of another pair of feet. On your way in, you made sure to all but collapse the entrance. You didn't glance back as you tunneled deeper, taking a right fork, coming out covered in dirt, and once again breaking into a sprint.

Only to be stopped short by the steep side of a cliff. You groaned and turned around anyway, waiting a few moments for the assassin to reveal himself.

"That was an impressive chase, little troll. Short but eventful." He commented.

Before you could stop yourself you snapped. "Stop calling me little troll. I am (Y/N)."

He stared at you, his face unreadable before he began to smirk, amused by you for some reason. You merely glared at him in return. You glanced up to the stars above and the cliff over your heads.

If you were going to fall tonight, you wanted to just be a little closer to the stars. You eyed the staff in your hands. No that wouldn't work.

You looked back to the assassin, only to find him much closer, and oh this is gonna hurt.

His fist hit your abdomen and you were sent tumbling.

You recovered quickly and sprinted along the side of the cliff, climbing as soon as you had cover.

He paused just under you, looking around, as if aware that you weren't on solid ground any more. He probably did but still.

You carefully grabbed a loose stone and threw it someway away to lead him astray. Against all odds he followed the disturbance, and you continued your climb.

Once you got to the edge to heave yourself up, you were vaguely aware of a lending hand. Grateful for the climb to be over, you foolishly took it and let them help you up so you were on you knees.

You looked up to thank the helper, only for your face to freeze as you locked eyes with Angor Rot.

Really should have seen that one coming.

He flipped you over his shoulder with ease, knocking the wind out of you.

Okay you actually saw that coming.

So as he loomed over you with his staff, looking ridiculously pleased with himself, you huffed.

"Look, if you're going to kill me, at least let me look at the stars while you do."

His expression shifted some to stare curiously at you, seeming to assess a strange creature before him.

"And end the hunt so soon?" He asked gruffly, moving from your line of vision.

You sat up to follow him with your narrowed yes. 'What do you mean 'end the hunt so soon?' The hunt's already over!" You hissed.

He feigned a look of surprise. "That? No, no. That is merely the promising beginning of a game of cat and mouse."

You stared at him with wide eyes. "Angor Rot?"

"Hmm?"

"You are absolutely insane." You huffed and fell back to look at the stars once more.

You heard him chuckle and move, before you were aware of someone quite close to you.

You turned you head and lo and behold, there was Angor Rot, stargazing with you.

That was an insane idea in on itself. Still, the company was nice. even if said company was a soulless assassin who hunted Trollhunters.

The man of the hour turned his head, peeking over the rim of his horn to look at intriguing troll beside him.

Such an interesting quarry.

How long would it be before the hunter caught the hunted completely unaware?

How long until he grew bored? Maybe he wouldn't. That seemed unlikely at any rate, they were... refreshing.

#angor rot #Trollhunters #trollhunters netflix #dreamworks trollhunters #reader insert #Please tell me what you think of it #and shout out to kaijuraptor for helping me with the stasis trap

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