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heartpascal · 1 year

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is it freedom?

▹— spiderverse (future) found family x platonic!reader

▹— summary: after losing everything, you struggle to accept the one thing you needed all along.

▹— a/n: ok i have been enabled by exactly two (2!) people. (thank you both) SO dare i start a spiderverse series??? IF YALL WANT MORE OF THIS… I WILL DO IT. this is really just a set up thing idk but i feel like arachnid has potential for further parts and ACTUAL found family!! also haven’t tagged people on my general taglist bc idk if you guys want to be tagged in ALL works or just all pedro works :(

▹— warnings: slight across the spiderverse spoilers, not really found family yet, injuries, blood, treating own injuries, stitches, fighting (canon-typical violence yall), dead parents (mentioned a LOT), a whole lot of angst (it’s a spider-person so what do we expect), reader has a whole lot of bad thoughts, loneliness, isolation

masterlist PART TWO

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Had you known what this, this thing, would lead to, you would have never started it. Not that you had done so purposely, at least to begin with, more so happening as an event of pure chance. You were in the right place at the right time, and since then, you had been addicted.

But if you could go back, look at yourself just a year younger than you are now, tell that kid what would come if you went through with saving a life for the first time, you wondered. It was a question that scratched deep in your brain, sending you off balance the more you thought about it; would you have still done it? Would you have saved that person’s life, knowing it would lead to your own falling apart?

You would like to think yes. In fact, you know that back then, when your eyes were bright at the prospect of helping people, when you still marvelled at the world like it was good, you would have been certain that it would be worth it. Why should that person die, just to save you? It’s a harrowing realisation. A conclusion that makes your fingers tremble, your voice shake. Now, you’re not sure you would do it. You don’t think you could bear to face that decision knowing what you know of the world around you now.

It’s something cruel, really, that the spider that bit you gave you these powers, and nothing to go back and fix your mistakes. Your perceived victories. Your losses.

But the worst has already happened, and the only one left to die is you, so you carry on. You don the suit every day, you sew up your own injuries on the top floor of the abandoned offices that you’ve claimed as your own. Each day, you wake when you choose, you sleep when you want to, and you work yourself down to your very bones with nobody to object.

The hollow feeling in your gut is a pain you have no choice to ignore, to smother with assurances that this is freedom. What else could it be? You do whatever you so please, you spend your time swinging through the streets of New York rather than doing schoolwork at home, you eat all the junk you could ever have wanted.

It’s freedom. It has to be.

You tell yourself that you don’t miss the home part of having to do schoolwork, promise your heart that you don’t miss home-cooked meals as opposed to greasy food that leaves you unsatisfied. You swear that you like having nobody to tell you what to do. There’s no other choice, after all.

And each day, when you spend a little bit longer out on the streets, getting yourself into needless fights that the police could certainly handle, you tell yourself it’s because you’re protecting the city. You convince yourself that it’s not because of having an unending rage to satiate, or a permanent feeling of breathlessness when you leave police to handle anything, as if you could relive the moment your father, the captain, was left to handle something he couldn’t.

So, you’re almost relieved by the appearance of something… strange. Something dangerous. This is what you live for — this is your job.

You crouch against the wall, fingers splayed and suit itching where you had crudely sewn it back together across your ribs at an almost too-close call. You hold your breath, you watch. The lenses over your eyes shield your sensitive sight from the harshest colours of this new opponent, who looks almost… unreal. Too different to be a part of reality. He yells out, seemingly glitching? A distorted scream of what is apparently pain, accompanied by flashes of colour that are unfamiliar to you.

“Well, that doesn’t look good.” You comment, eyebrows raised beneath your mask, and the strange looking guy snaps his head towards you, long hair slapping across the goggles over his eyes. He bares his teeth at you, something almost resembling a grin marring his face.

“Spider-man!” He yells triumphantly, cackling as he wipes the hair away from his face, tendrils unfurling from behind his back and lifting him into the air.

“Not quite!” You call back, dodging below the metallic arm that shoots towards where your head was, crumbling through the wall. You try to think back to the jokes you used to tell to rile up whoever you were facing, but find your mind is blank. Instead, all you can think of is questions. “Where the hell did you come from, anyway?”

The man follows you as you spring from wall to wall, heading towards the center of the building where it tunnels up for about forty floors, balconies overlooking the fountain below. “A new spider, eh? Well I’ll take you down just as easily as I have the other!” He tells you, though you’re immediately suspicious of his statement. You’re the only Spider-related hero around, and even if you weren’t, you doubt this guy could squash a worm, let alone you.

“Sure thing, man.” You say, sighing, already exhausted by the repetitiveness that comes with every fight. Your opponents always say they’ll beat you, kill you, squish you, take you down, and yet you always get back up at the end of the fight, and they always remain defeated. When you started doing this, you never would have thought you’d get so tired from winning all the time.

And yet here you are, slipping further and further up the building with the octopus-looking guy chasing after you, metal arms crumbling walls and bannisters on his way up. He falters once more, another one of those glitch-like movements sending him down a few floors, but he’s quick to recover. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

You crouch down on one balcony, somewhere around the thirty mark floor-wise, peering down at the guy as he shakes lingering pain from his body. He charges upwards, aiming to reach you quickly with an almost predatory smirk on his face. Before he can even get close to you, however, you’re back on the move, setting a trap for him that he doesn’t even seem to notice.

It’s only when a group of late workers emerge on what you’re pretty sure is the twenty-first floor that you become more anxious about this fight. You don’t like when civilians are involved.

There’s about a dozen of them crowding the balcony, looking up to where you’re facing off with octopus-man above, some having begun to descend the stairs to the next floor before catching on to your presence. You try not to draw attention to them, but their pointing and whispering sets the Spidey-sense off, ringing loudly between your ears, almost deafening in its intensity. Maybe you underestimated this guy. The flash of a camera sends the last hope of him not noticing down the drain, and he grins at you as he switches targets, climbing down towards them with some semblance of caution.

You’re much faster than he is, dropping down and using a web to catch yourself rather than having to climb. It’s hard to stop yourself from yelling at them, cursing them out for being so damn foolish — who in their right mind would stick around a very dangerous fight to take pictures?

Instead, you choose to yell, “Get out! Go, go, go.” And usher them down the stairs, but it’s not difficult to realise that this guy is going to get to them before they manage to descend to the bottom. You shouldn’t be surprised, really. Nothing is ever as simple as it could be, not for you.

The split second decision to drop down and form a net-like web low enough to catch the workers worked out for you in the end, as you swung back up and pushed the workers off of the balcony and stairway just as the octopus man was reaching them. He cursed at you, refocusing his efforts on you as you vaguely noted the workers clambering down after their screaming had stopped. Honestly — did people really have so little faith in you? Had you ever sent anybody to their death before?

“You are just as pesky of an insect as Spider-man!” He growled out, teeth gritted, and came after you with renewed force. He kind of reminded you of that doctor you faced not long after getting your powers, but this guy looked completely different. The doctor you faced — aptly named Doc Ock — had turned himself into some form of a mutant, he had reinforced tentacles which sprouted from his back. Was this guy some kind of copy cat? Maybe he was just delusional.

“I don’t know who Spider-man is, man!” You shout to him as you ascend the building again, trying to figure out the best way to take this guy down. His tentacles seem electronic, so surely you could disable whatever machinery resides on his back?

“That’d be me.” A voice came from above you, two floors ahead of your position. Your head snapped towards it, seeing a man in a blue and red suit, framed by a burst of orange behind him. He didn’t linger up there long, instead moving to leap down to the guy who had turned his attention to the new guy. The closer you looked at this new guy, the more similarities you saw to yourself — his webs looked remarkably similar to your own, the pattern that went across his suit matched your own, even the wide white lenses that shielded your eyes on your mask. Who the hell was this guy?

The octopus man grinned widely, shaking greasy hair from his face. “Ah, finally! The real Spider-man. Got yourself a new protégé, I see.” He drawled, dodging this new guy’s hit straight off of the bat. You tried not to get annoyed at being referred to as a protégé, considering as far as you were aware, you were the only Spider-person around. Where was this guy when you were holding a bridge full of civilians together? Where was he when you took down villain after villain, never once failing to get the guy? No — you were the real Spider-man, if anyone.

“I don’t know who you are, man, but I’m handling this just fine.” You call to the guy, swinging down to rejoin the fight, webbing the villain’s metal tentacles to the wall behind him, before dropping down to kick him towards the wall.

“Oh, so you know how to send this guy back to his own dimension?” Spider-man asks you, eyebrows raised beneath his mask, and as if on cue, the guy glitches once more, ripping his arms away from the wall and just about catching himself on a balcony below before he could fall into your net.

You gape at the new guy, glancing back up to where the burst of orange remains opened, and is that a portal? Is this Spider-man from another dimension? Is that why you’ve never heard of him before? God, if your mother was alive, she’d kill to find out about this. Inter-dimensional travel was something she had spent her life researching. If you didn’t remain so bitter toward her even after her death, you might’ve been sad she wasn’t alive to see this.

But you were bitter, and it made the experience all the worse.

Because you’re pretty sure that that bitterness takes the place of grief within you. It’s hard to understand why you crave to feel that pain, that grief, as opposed to the aching resentment that floods you with the thought of her. It’s such a sharp contrast to thinking of your father, your kind father, the man who threw himself into a battle he couldn’t have hoped to survive, just on the off chance he could save somebody. You hope you take after him.

“Wait— you’re from another dimension?” You question anyway, eyes flickering between the battle and the looming portal above. In fact, you’re so distracted by finding out about that tidbit of information that you miss octopus man aim a tentacle for you, and it snatches you around the ankle. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me—!”

The man waves you around like some kind of rag doll, and you try not to be too bitter about being caught off guard. You should probably learn that getting caught up in your little pity party always ends up badly, always distracts you from that renowned Spidey-sense. You formulate a plan in your mind when the drip of blood around your ankle draws your attention back to the battle at hand.

You web the wall opposite and hold on tight, pausing the movements and letting the dizziness that had come over you fade away. The man growls out in annoyance, and gets closer to cut the webs with another tentacle, which is exactly what you planned for. The tension from the webs launches you towards him when you let go, and in his surprise, the metal tentacle releases you. You wrap around him, and start webbing up the machinery embedded in his back as Spider-man distracts most of the tentacles, keeping them from pulling you off.

His tentacles start faltering, clearly not obeying his movements, and you wrap them up where they emerge from his back, continuing along until the movement is so limited that he has to use them all to clutch onto the nearest balcony.

You crawl up the tentacles in the very same spidery manner that you’re known for, and crouch, watching the octopus man struggle as Spider-man observes from the balcony opposite. “You wanna finish this one off, Spider-man?” You ask, unable to hide any bitterness from your tone at his mostly unhelpful actions throughout the battle.

“Hey, not bad!” He praises, and it annoys you. You’re good at what you do — for the most part. You manage without help constantly, and that’s the way you prefer it. “You’d make a good addition to the Spider Society!”

Now, you don’t know what the Spider Society is. But honestly? You don’t care. You don’t need help, and you prefer working alone, and you certainly don’t like feeling patronised.

“Whatever, man. Just send him back to whatever dimension he came from.” You tell the guy, and drop down as you hear sirens outside, landing on your injured ankle and just about stopping yourself from cursing. Through all the adrenaline and fighting, you’d forgotten about the way the metal had ripped into your skin, drawn blood. It’s just be another place you’d have to sew up your suit with itchy, uneven stitching. “Officers,” You greet as they open the doors, guns drawn, radios murmuring. “All taken care of. Civilians okay?”

“Shaken up, but fine.” The leading police officer says, immediately relaxing and holstering his weapon. You wish it reassured you that the police trusted you now, but it didn’t. Nonetheless, the other officers follow suit. “Thank you, Arachnid.”

The name your world has bestowed upon you has yet to grow on you, but you nod your head regardless, and salute them as you make your way out, swinging across the city, trying to put the existence of the multiverse and inter-dimensional travel out of your mind. Surprisingly, it’s pretty easy when you have a busted ankle to fix up.

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You’re halfway through stitching up your suit, having already sewn your skin back together with as much skill as you possessed in the matter — which was, not much. But the bleeding has stopped, and your stupidly slow healing will take care of it within a few days. You know that the itchy stitches on your suit will just irritate the injury, and though you wouldn’t lose anything if your identity was revealed, it doesn’t feel right to go out into the city with any part of you on show.

No, you wear the suit for a reason. You keep every part of yourself covered because nobody can know it’s you underneath the suit. Not because you had anything to lose, no, you had already lost everything. It was because then you could never make a mistake, you would have to be absolutely perfect, flawless, to make up for the fact that it was you underneath the layer.

So, you settle with a sewn suit that will itch and make the stitches on your ankle sting.

However, when there’s a burst of orange across the room, you have no choice but to forgo the suit, to simply drop the needle and thread and hover your fingers over your web shooters. You wait, nervously, for some other villain to appear. You’re not sure if Spider-man appearing would be better or worse.

But when a foot steps through the portal, it’s nobody familiar. In fact, it’s a suit you have never seen before, made up of dark blues and bright reds, sharp edges and long claws. It’s… unnerving, and considering the silence coming from the person wearing it, you’re not entirely certain of what they’re here for.

A moment later and another person steps through, a woman, with bright yellow lenses across her eyes that filter her irises into an amber. She steps forward, standing beside the person who had stepped through first, and if she hadn’t showed up, you would’ve been tempted to attack. With that being said, you remain on edge, but there’s something… comforting about her presence. Like her presence softens the man’s jagged edges.

She says your name, and then adds, “Arachnid.”

You furrow your brows and curse as you glance back at the suit so crudely laid out on the floor. Still, it doesn’t explain how she knows your name. Was it an inter-dimensional thing?

“Spider-man told us about your work in capturing Doc Ock earlier.” She tells you, as if that explains their presence. You did what you were supposed to do, which was take out the bad guys. “We’re here to offer you a place in the Spider Society.”

You can’t help but wonder if this is some kind of good cop, bad cop thing. She presents an offer which doesn’t sound too bad, and then her sharp-edged companion presents all the drawbacks and the catches. They don’t seem like the type to take no for an answer, either way. You still don’t even know what this Spider Society was! Was it some kind of multi-dimensional cult?

“I already told Spider-man that I wasn’t interested in joining whatever cult you’ve got going on.” You practically hiss, though you didn’t exactly tell him in such blatant words. You were more dismissive earlier, so you’d have to be clear now.

“It’s not a cult,” The man speaks, voice harsh and sharp much like the blades that branch from his forearms. “We work to protect the multiverse from anomalies that threaten to destroy it.”

The woman glances at him in a way that you translate as being vaguely annoyed, like he wasn’t approaching you in the way she had wanted him to. “He means to say that it’s a big job, and we need all the help we can get.” She says, softer, but only in comparison to the man’s harshness. “Listen, kid, you’re good at what you do. We need that kind of talent.”

“You’ll have to find it somewhere else.” You say firmly, because why would you want to leave your universe? This was a lot to think about when you had only learned of the multiverse existing mere hours ago. Regardless, you weren’t about to abandon your city just to go across the multiverse to help other heroes who couldn’t keep a leash on their own villains.

The two of them shared a look, a mere glance, before the woman heaved a sigh. “Look,” She sighed, heavily, like whatever she was about to say was something she didn’t want to be voicing. “Before you make your choice, you should know, your Green Goblin is currently terrorising another universe.”

You couldn’t work out if this was some kind of recruitment tactic, or something. That just wasn’t possible. You had put Gwen Stacy in the highest security prison after all antidotes to her goblin-tech failed. She was stuck in there — permanently. There was no way she had gotten out, let alone gotten out to another universe.

…Right?

It’s hard not to think of the memories at the mention of her—Green Goblin, not Gwen Stacy. Never Gwen Stacy. You wonder if this is where your fear comes from, the terrifying fact that you are remembered only for your mistakes. Because before she was the Green Goblin, she was Gwen. She was everything to you. She was the sun you orbited, the stars that charted your path. And it hurts, it hurts that you can only remember the blood and the dust and the destruction when you think of her.

People aren’t born as monsters, are they?

Like the spider that bit you, that invertebrate that so many fear, it was born the way it was. It was born with those fang-lined maws, with those eight legs and dozens of eyes. It was made into the monster it became, artificially crafted to deliver a venom that changed you forever. But it wasn’t born that way.

Surely, Gwen wasn’t either. She was kind. You remember that about her. You can remember her soft hands that used to hold your own, the loud laughter that always ended in a snort when she laughed at her own jokes, the gentle eyes that stared into your very soul. But those eyes are the very same ones that let her see through your mask, let her see exactly where to hit you to make it hurt. Was that what she was born as? Or is that what she was made into? A killer. A monster.

“Show me.” You say, because what else could you possibly respond? If what they’re saying is true, if the Green Goblin is loose once more, then people will die.

You can’t let her get fresh blood on her hands. Not when somewhere, deep inside your chest, so far down it’s almost unreachable, you have hope for her. You have an innate desire to look for the best in her, even when the Gwen you knew was the first life that the Green Goblin took.

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If there’s one thing you’ve taken from being Arachnid, it’s to expect the unexpected. And you go through the orange portal after Jessica Drew and Miguel O’Hara with that exact mindset about you, staring at where an orange watch-like device is wrapped around your wrist.

It’s in your nature to be suspicious, and these people weren’t an exception to that.

In fact, their presence only heightened that behaviour. After all, what were you to expect from two Spider people, who supposedly came to you for your help?

You weren’t blind, you saw the aged lines of their faces the moment you got close enough to see them clearly, away from the dim lighting of the building. They were adults, adults who had clearly been doing this type of thing a lot longer than you had. You, who was barely bordering on adult, who had fought enough battles already to last a lifetime — so why would they need you?

It didn’t feel right.

And when this Miguel person summoned Lyla the moment you walked through the portal, it felt all the more wrong. She was a hologram of some kind, much higher tech than the kind of thing you saw on your earth. But then again, you had never really been in high tech labs back in your earth. Still, it unsettled you. “Lyla, get me the location of Green Goblin, Earth 5011.” He commanded, and they argued in hushed voices for a moment, before a wider hologram appeared, stamped at Earth 3899.

“How did she get to another universe?” You ask, then, because it doesn’t make sense, and you’re shaking underneath the thin material of your suit. You’re hyper aware of each drag of stitching against the wound on your leg, each patch of fabric you had sewn on in hopes of the suit lasting you just a little longer, because you didn’t have the resource to produce a new one.

“It’s an anomaly.” Jessica Drew tells you, her tone softer than you’d heard it, as if she was attempting to reassure you in some way.

It didn’t help. But how could it? The last time you had faced Gwen Stacy—Green Goblin— you had lost so much. It had been the beginning of the end of everything good in your life. The explosion she had caused at your mother’s laboratory was the very same one that killed her, the very same explosion that sent you and your dad miles apart all while living in the same home. And still, you found a way to hope that there was something to salvage within Gwen.

But not only had you lost your mother, and not long after — your father, you had also lost your closest friend. The one person you had confided in, who knew you from your surface to the deepest level, and she had used that against you the moment the Goblin had taken over.

It had taken everything in you to beat her, back then.

And that was on home turf! How did these people expect you to do that a second time, in a completely unfamiliar place?

“Specifics aren’t important right now. Jessica, you take Arachnid. Lyla, send another one of the teams.” Miguel instructed, dismissing your questions right off the bat. It was frustrating. They were leaving you completely in the dark, and sending you to fight the worst enemy you had ever faced, and they were sending you alongside others like you from different universes. It was like asking you to bare your soul in front of them, to reveal your secrets, your deepest regrets, everything that you wanted to stay buried.

You knew Green Goblin. You knew that’s exactly what she would do. She would undermine you, she would lay your life out in front of you like tiles on a scrabble board. In the end, none of it amounted to much.

Jessica Drew made her way out, glancing at you and nodding for you to follow along. Your moment of hesitation had drawn Miguel’s attention, and he called out to you after a moment of hesitation. “We’ve all faced one like it, kid. It’s easier with others.” He told you, though he held a pained expression on his face all the while. Instead of admitting to the way he had hit the nail right on the head, you simply nodded and followed after Spider-woman.

It was a whirlwind from there.

Meeting up with others. Travelling the length of the so-called Lobby to wherever it was that Jessica was taking you. When you finally arrived, she offered an empty glass box with a mannequin inside, bare. She gestured towards it like it should’ve been self explanatory, but soon realised she’d have to spell it out for you.

You shouldn’t have been so upset by the offer of a new suit.

But you were.

This suit was your life. You had nothing outside of it, not anymore. You couldn’t just throw it away, as if it meant nothing, as if every rip and patch and wonky stitch didn’t mean anything. These were proof that what you were doing was real, that it was worth something. Each stitch proved you had value. You weren’t about to throw all of that away, especially for whatever overly technical suit these people would provide.

You had everything you needed.

And so Jessica led you to the next destination: Earth 3899.

The moment you stepped through the portal, it was like you were hit with a wave of familiarity. And not in a positive, slightly nostalgic way, no— this was chaos. This was the state your world had been in when Green Goblin ran riot, unchecked. She had torn apart buildings, blown up parks, she had set New York City aflame. And she was doing exactly the same here.

It was more contained here than it had been on your earth, and you had to assume that was thanks to the Spider-man already on site, coordinating police, ambulance and fire responses to douse the fires as quickly as she set them. If only the police in your city had trusted you so much, back then.

“Where is she?” You ask, the moment you get close enough to speak to the resident Spider-man of the universe. He looks at you as if you’re familiar, but doesn’t comment, instead just pointing a finger toward a skyscraper just a short way ahead. You’re gone the moment he tells you where to go.

She had the uncanny ability to stay quiet. It had freaked you own back on your own earth, but it was even more terrifying here, where things were ever so slightly different.

“Arachnid.” Gwen’s voice called, and for a moment, you could forget. You could forget every horrible thing the Goblin had done, and you could remember your friend, your Gwen, who had called out to Arachnid more than once without knowing it was you behind the mask. Whether it was for a story or to provide information on your most recent opponent, the voice calling your alias was familiar. But then there was that crackle of laughter, an unnatural gurgle in the way it left her throat, and you turned to see the green-tinged pallor of her skin. “I was so hoping you’d show up.”

You didn’t know how much her appearance would effect you, until you were stuck to the side of the building, staring at what had once been your best friend. You’re so choked up that you can’t even formulate a response, because you want that to be Gwen so badly, but you know it isn’t. The more you look at her, the more Goblin you see, the more you know that the Gwen you love is never coming back.

“Nothing to say?” She asks, and then says your real name, the name she used to say down the crackle of a phone line, or across the school hallway, and she smiles. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“You should’ve stayed in prison, Gwen.” You say, your voice unsteady as you say her name aloud for the first time in what must be forever. She seems to relish in the tremble of your voice, and you have to curse yourself for being so stupid, for already showing the vulnerability she was so easily able to pick out.

The Green Goblin tutted at you, stood atop her glider, but the smile you saw didn’t belong to Gwen. “You’re pathetically predictable, you know. You’re like a moth to the flame.” She tells you, and you fear that she’s right, that you’re the same person you were back when you fought her, back when she almost won. She sighs, like something heavy is weighing upon her, but it turns wistful in the blink of an eye. “I’m just glad your dad isn’t here to see this. He’d be so disappointed.”

“Arachnid, focus.” Jessica’s voice interrupts, before you can spiral down that rabbit hole. How did Gwen even know about your father? She was in prison long before he died. It didn’t make sense.

“Maybe,” You say, that familiar tremble around your words. “He did always hope for the best for you.”

She bares her teeth at your words, the only visible reaction before her mask is slipping over the bottom of her face, stretching out up to pointed ears, all metallic and tinted a murky green. Then, she’s attacking.

It’s muscle memory, mostly, you think.

If you don’t think too hard about it, it could be like playing a game with a longtime friend from your childhood. You know the moves to make, you know how she’ll respond. It’s a constant push and pull, a balance which leaves only destruction behind, the path of the Green Goblin’s wrath tangible in each battle scene the two of you leave behind. You can’t beat her like this.

It’s her glitching that gives you a slight upper hand — and you send her careening off of her glider to the ground below.

Your heart squeezes suddenly in your chest as you watch her fall, her eyes wide in what could almost be perceived as fear. If you didn’t intervene, would she die? Would you have put an end to her story, once and for all, when you secretly hope there’s a cure out there for her? You can’t bear the thought of finding out, of watching her die, and so you foolishly dive after her.

A web to her midsection allows you to grip her before she hits the ground, and you set her down with a far more gentle hand than you would ever admit.

She says your name, then, a whispered version of it that sounds like Gwen. You think you can see her in those wide blue eyes, in that stare, and you approach with some caution. “Gwen,” You say, more of a question, “You with me?”

“I’m with you,” She answers, as you reach her side, as you resist the urge to pull off your mask. You’re so preoccupied staring at her expression that you don’t see the blade until it’s too late, your Spidey-sense failing you as you wallowed in your search for someone who was gone. “You sweet, predictable bug.” She spits then, twisting the blade she had sunk deep into your side, and you writhe, trying to move away from her.

“Arachnid!” Jessica Drew calls out, drawing the Green Goblin’s attention, allowing you to pull away from her slackened grasp. You leave the blade where it is, knowing your only slightly enhanced healing wouldn’t make up for the onslaught of blood that would pour from the wound. “I think that’s enough, Green Goblin.” Jessica says, riding a motorbike that you swore she didn’t have earlier. Nonetheless, she uses it to put even more space between you and your villain.

“You need a hand, kid?” A new voice asks, and a gloved hand reaches out for you where you had knelt against the tarmac. You look up, seeing a new Spider-man, but this one has his mask up, showing off his aged face and the bags underneath his eyes. You wave him off, staggering up to your feet, and clench your jaw as you stare at Green Goblin, watch as she pulls bombs from her waistband, barely the size of a chocolate bar, but capable of causing irreparable damage. “Get back to HQ, Arachnid, we can handle this.” Spider-man tells you, in what you suspect to be a fatherly voice, but you ignore him.

Time flies, slips out of your grasp, and you don’t know how long you and the others spend fighting Green Goblin, but she proves to be just as difficult of a foe for them to face as she was for you. Each time the three of you manage to get the drop on her, she slips away before she could be caught. It’s frustrating, and you can even see the way irritation thickens in the air, tangible.

Spider-man, or Peter, as Jessica had called him, is with you, focusing on trying to take Green Goblin down, whilst Jessica Drew is focused on damage control, blowing up Gwen’s bombs before they could hit their intended targets. You’re pretty sure the resident Spider-man is around here, too, pulling any lingering citizens out of harms way before Green Goblin could end them. You’d admit, it works better than you had done alone back on your own earth.

But it doesn’t work well enough, and more than one building is damaged almost beyond repair, and in the dust and rubble, Peter was distracted by the few citizens poking their heads out of the gaping hole in the side of their apartments. He didn’t see Green Goblin coming until it was too late, until she had thrown two of her bombs, one towards him, and one towards the already wrecked building.

Your throat dries up as you try to figure out what to do, who to go for, but in the end, you don’t have to choose.

Beams of glowing orange webs shoot into the bombs where they arc towards their victims, blowing them up and leaving both Peter and the civilians in the apartments without a scratch on any of them. Well, nothing that wasn’t already there before. You see him then, running alongside Jessica Drew, none other than Miguel O’Hara — who clearly didn’t think that the three of you were capable of handling Green Goblin.

“We’ve gotta end this.” Peter tells the three of you, glaring over at Green Goblin after coming so close to one of her bombs.

“You distract, I’ll go in.” You say, the only plan that makes sense. The only plan that’ll work. You wouldn’t be much use as a distraction, not with the blood still pooling around the blade hanging from your side, but you could beat her. You knew you could.

Peter nodded, and he, Jessica and Miguel went in one after another, landing hits on Green Goblin before she could even think to withdraw another bomb, or land a hit of her own, whilst you made your way behind her, swinging as high as you dared to go in your state. She was getting angry, you could tell, a distinct flush rushing up the back of her neck, a tell that Green Goblin shared with Gwen.

It was only when she was starting to turn the tide that you jumped down from your spot against the side of a building, looking for your opening.

She sent Jessica Drew tumbling off of her motorbike, which was your chance.

Green Goblin heard you only a moment before you were on her, not giving her a chance to make a countermove. Instead, you were curling your arms around her, as tight as you could, holding her hands away from her waistband. You gripped the blade in your side and yanked it out, holding it to her chest, breathing heavily through the pain as you bared your teeth at her, her face beside your own.

“Don’t make me kill you.” You say, and try not to hear the pleading in your own voice, the distinctive tone of a beg. You may have the upper hand on her, but as always, she had the power. “Don’t.” You repeat, because you can feel it in your bones that you would do it. If it was the choice between her or the hundreds that she would kill on this world, it would be those hundreds. There was no doubt about it, no questions to be asked.

You may have resented your mother, but she wasn’t the only one who died because of the Green Goblin. You wouldn’t let that happen again.

Perhaps she heard the plea in your voice, the giveaway that you weren’t bluffing, because she went still in your arms, still enough for the other Spiders to approach with some caution, eyes on her hands where you held them away from any weapons, using your forearm connected to the hand holding the blade to her chest to keep her left hand from grasping anything.

“I won’t be asking again.” You tell her, which is as much of a threat as you can muster. Or, more so, a promise.

As Miguel pushed you back with a firm hand, throwing a machine at Gwen’s feet, you think she understands. If the two of you are ever in that position again, there will be no hesitation about it. You will kill her.

“Good work, kid.” Peter says as Miguel and Jessica get to work with getting your Green Goblin through a portal to the HQ. He glanced down at where your hand is now pressing into your side, blood pouring steadily. In your other hand, you still hold the blade that had pierced your own skin, that would have killed Gwen Stacy had she not surrendered. He winces as if it’s him who got hurt, and guides you through the portal after the others. “C’mon, we’ll get you checked out. You not got enhanced healing?” He asks, though you suspect he doesn’t expect you to answer, and you’re glad.

∘₊✧───── ───── ───── ─────✧₊∘

“I can do this myself, you know.” You sigh, wincing as a Spider-man — who apparently is also a doctor and works in the Spider Society’s infirmary — stitches up the wound on your midsection. It’s uncomfortable, though less painful that when you do it yourself. Still, it’s uncomfortable to accept help from these strangers.

“Ooh, shouldn’t say that to him.” Peter B. Parker laughs, one of the many Peter Parkers of the Society, but the same one who had fought Green Goblin with you. “He’ll lecture you on proper healthcare for days if you give him the opportunity!”

The Spider-doctor glares at Peter, or you assume he does, from the slight squint of the lenses of his mask. He kisses his teeth under the mask, tutting, muttering about “Spiders and their complete disregard for their health. Lucky you haven’t died ten times over from infections.” But he doesn’t say anything that requires a response from you, and he soon finished up the stitches. He goes to offer to fix up the injury on your ankle, but you’re up on your feet before he can even get the words out.

“Now, I gotta get back home to the wife, but Miguel wants to see you. He’ll take you home,” Peter tells you as he walks out of the infirmary by your side, but he stops you in the hallway with a hand on your shoulder, surprisingly gentle. “If that’s what you want.”

Your eyebrows furrowed before you could stop them, and the confusion over his words must’ve been written all over your face.

“Why wouldn’t I want that?” You ask, defensively.

Peter opens his mouth, but nothing escapes. Instead, it’s his expression that tells you everything he’s thinking. The crease between his brows screams pitying, or sympathetic. He’s talking about the way you live back on your earth, about the life you lead, Arachnid by day, and by night. With no room for you, no room for your secret identity. He’s thinking of the way you’ll be returning to a world with nobody awaiting you, with not a soul to look out for you, to stitch you up after a battle. Nobody but yourself, anyway.

You pull away from him, brows furrowing further, into an almost angered expression, and you don’t watch the way his hand falls away from your shoulder back to his side. He sighs when you turn away, scoffing as you make your way through the hallways of the Lobby towards where you think Miguel will be.

It’s overwhelming, all of these people. They all believe that they know you, that they know your circumstances, your story, but the truth is that they don’t. Nobody does, and that’s the way you prefer it. You don’t need a Society of Spiders surrounding you, breathing down your neck, telling you they’re sorry, or not trusting you to handle yourself in your own fights, because you can handle yourself. You’ve spent the last year of your life trying to prove that, trying to prove that you can do good things, that you’re worthy of the title Arachnid. You certainly shouldn’t need to prove that to a whole Society of people like you, most of which had been doing the job a lot longer.

You’re capable and you’re content.

You don’t need a life as your secret identity to be content, in fact, it’s better without one. You don’t have to tell so many lies, don’t have to worry about hurting the people you love, because there are none of them left. There’s nobody to hurt, and there’s nobody to lie to. Why would you want to change that?

The hallway ahead looks familiar, and you follow it until you enter a room where Miguel stands, looking at orange tinted screens on a platform halfway up the room. You enter with the absolute certainty that you want to return to your own earth, and you’re not going to let anybody stop you.

“I’m ready.” You tell him, expectantly.

He scoffs, saying nothing, still staring at the screens in front of him. For whatever reason, the reaction makes you angry — inexplicably so. You’re slinging up to the platform before you can have a second thought about it, and you’re pushing his shoulder so he’ll face you, so he’ll acknowledge you.

He stares at you, unimpressed.

“Send me back to my earth.” You press, brows furrowed beneath your mask, but you’re sure he can see the anger in the way your shoulders tense up.

“Sure,” Miguel said blankly, staring at you as if you’d suddenly change your mind or something. “But you know, there’s a lot more like her.” He added on when you said nothing, waiting for him to send you back to your world so you could give him back the stupid watch still wrapped around your wrist.

You stared at him like he was speaking a foreign language. “There are no more like her.” You respond, feeling that hot press on your chest. You don’t want to talk about Gwen Stacy anymore than you’re sure he’d like to talk about whatever he had gone through in his life. Hell, you don’t even want to think about her, but you know that nobody else you would ever have to face would hurt you in the way that she did. In the way that having to see her as an enemy, rather than your friend, had hurt. So, yeah, there was nobody like her, not for you.

Miguel seems ready to let you go for a moment, but then he’s shaking his head at you. “You have a place here. You can be with people like you. You don’t have to do this alone, anymore.” He says, and you think that is ironic, because you don’t see anybody else in here. To you, it seems like he is doing exactly that; doing the job alone. You can practically see the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I prefer being alone.” You tell him, and it has to be true. It has to be.

His jaw sets, acceptance, you think, and he nods. He glances past you, to where a portal was open on the floor below. Considering that you hadn’t seen him set up the portal, you’d wager that his AI Lyla must’ve listened in and done it for him. You pull the watch off of your wrist, relishing in the way your very atoms seem to sag with the weight of being in another dimension.

“Thanks.” You say, and drop down, landing on your sore ankle but not murmuring a word about the pain. You walk back to your world with your head held high, despite your tattered suit and multitude of wounds that would take days to stop hurting.

Miguel stares after you as the portal closes, eyebrows furrowed. He barely acknowledges Jessica Drew’s arrival in the room, already having known she had been lingering in the hallway, listening in. “Well, that went well.” She comments, glancing between where the portal had been and where Miguel stands, brooding. She knows how much pressure he puts on himself, and she knows that he cares about each and every Spider-person in the multiverse. It doesn’t take a Spider-sense to see the way in which you struggle. It’s a familiar struggle, sure, but there were so many Spiders across the multiverse who had a shoulder to lean on in their hardest times. Who did you have? There was no Aunt May for Arachnid, or Gwen Stacy, or Harry Osborne, or, well, anybody.

Jessica thinks that if anybody were to know exactly how that felt, it would be Miguel.

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Misunderstanding!

Holm Kranom x Gen!Neutral Reader CW: None, just straight fluff Although this fic in particular is completely sfw, my profile has nsfw content on it so minors pls dni! ♡

Summary: Holm gets distracted by you and Rin thinks you're evil

Author note: Hello! I haven't posted on here in so long omg lol. I don't really plan on posting as much on tumblr specifically, (I'm mainly on AO3 as patheticmenlover!) honestly I just wanted to share my Holm Kranom fic on here cuz he seems to get the most content on here AND because he doesn't have a lot of x reader fics. It SUCKS!! Anyways I hope yall like this I don't really like it as much but I wanted to feed my fellow Holm enjoyers even if its bad (≧ڡ≦*)

Rin just had a feeling you’d cause trouble for the party when you tagged along with them on the journey back to the surface. She couldn’t believe Kabru allowed Holm to heal AND let you tag along despite her concerns. You were a stranger.. for all they knew you could be an enemy.

The party had found you purely by accident, you passed out on the ground near the water on the 4th floor alongside your belongings, which happened to be a patchy bag and an axe...a dodgy looking one at that. They straight up thought you were dead until they caught a glimpse of your chest breathing up and down, you were just unconscious. You were real lucky that a kelpie or mermaid hadn’t found you before they did. How clumsy were you?

Of course, Holm did have the power to resurrect you if you did die but simply healing you made it easier. He quickly healed you and Kabru proceeded to ask If you were alright. You thankfully were alright and had explained that you were ambushed by a few other party members suddenly. You would’ve offered some of your food and even treasure, but it was unfortunately stolen. You knew you couldn’t continue further in the dungeon with NO food and a damaged axe, so you knew you had to go back to the surface to restock your items.

You tried to search inside your bag for something to offer them as thanks for healing you but Kabru quickly grabbed your hand, saying there was no need. That and it’s not like you had anything valuable…at least not anymore. You were certainly a strange one. Before you were about to leave on your own, Kabru asked if you wanted to tag along with the party since they were traveling back to the surface anyways. Just as Rin was about to protest, you quickly accepted it.

You thought to yourself, you might as well since they are going back up anyhow, if you happen to run into the same party members that attacked you and stole your stuff you have a high chance of getting it back.

Everyone within the party had no issue with this, if Kabru deemed you to be harmless then you should be, right? As creepy as it sounds, he was really good at reading people. To him, you were… harmless. He even doubts your axe would do much damage, seriously when was the last time you sharpened that thing?

Anyways, Kuro and Mickbell didn’t seem to mind your presence. Kuro sniffed you and the area to make sure you weren’t planning on ambushing them, which you weren’t! So, you’re alright in Mickbell and Kuro’s book…doesn’t mean they trust you though! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

Daya on the other hand was nice to you. Albeit, she did have her slight suspicions, but she didn’t express them in front of you. But then again, if Kabru trusted you then…surely it was worth it to believe your innocence. And as for Rin well, you already know. She’s keeping a close eye on you..! Anything shady coming from you and you’re going to go back to sleep.

Finally, as for Holm, he didn’t mind either..at all actually. It was to be expected from him because he was the calmest in the group but…something seemed off. When you happily pranced up to Holm, shaking his hand thanking him for healing you, he appeared to be bashful?! What was wrong with him.. was he alright?

His face was beet red, and he was stuttering like crazy. His normal half-lidded eyes were replaced with wide flustered eyes. Rin has never seen him like this before. What did you do to him?

You gently grasped Holm’s hands with yours while looking him I’m directly in the eyes, praising him sweetly for healing you. “Thank you so so much! I probably would’ve died if you hadn’t healed me!” You almost looked angelic, like a sweet soul but…Rin thinks otherwise. He looks up at you with a flushed face, continuously stumbling over his words. “Ah..It’s…it’s nothing…haha..really..!”

Rin glares suspiciously at you two as she gripped her staff. The hell were you planning? Kabru took notice of not only you and Holm, but also Rin. It didn’t need to take a genius to know Rin was annoyed. “Kabru..! Why would you let them tag along?..” She huffs. “They could be up to something you know.” Kabru just chuckles at this, to which she looks at him with confusion. “I don’t think so, they don’t look dangerous to me.”

His eyes travels back to you, happily conversing with a bashful gnome. “Besides…they seem occupied with someone.” Rin looks at the duo with Kabru. “You noticed them too?...Do you think something is wrong with Holm?” He smiles. “No, not at all.” Before she could oppose, he leaves. Despite Kabru’s lack of concern, she still chose to watch your every move. Especially after overhearing you asking Holm to stick beside him on the journey back to the surface.

You might have everyone fooled but you can’t fool Rin.

FOURTH FLOOR

After healing and allowing you to follow them, you and Kabru’s party began to continue the journey back to the surface, but not before going through a few ridiculous monster encounters. As you were conversing with Holm by your side, you two were passing by the rooms in the dungeon hall. A few were closed, some were opened. It’s smarter to simply not go inside either of them, after all you all are trying to get back to the surface and not get killed on the way back.

Unfortunately, Mickbell got a little too curious.

“Man..I remember almost getting killed by a mimic here. I hope it’s gone or somebody already got rid of it.” You say cautiously. Holm hums in acknowledgement. “I see..a mimic huh? Those are pretty scary.” You gently put your arm around his shoulder. “Don’t worry Holm, I got an axe with me. I’ll protect you If they try to come near you.” You joke.

His face flushes as he turns his head to the side and coughs into his hand. “O-oh?...ahah…mm..thank you..” You chuckle at his adorable reaction. Meanwhile..Mickbell and Kuro came across an open room with a single ‘treasure chest’. The duo not knowing that it was a mimic decided to go up to it. Mickbell hopped off Kuro and inspected the chest.

“I don’t remember seeing this when we came through here. Think there’s anything valuable in here?” Mickbell asks Kuro, to which he lowly growls at the box. Mickbell looks at him in confusion. “What is it Kuro..?” Before Kuro could answer…

*BOW*

A massive blue crab popped out of the front box, knocking back Mickbell and Kuro against the wall harshly, causing them to both groan in pain. “Ugh..what the..? Oh fuck!” Mickbell yells as the mimic began to quickly charge towards them. Kuro swiftly gradded Mickbell and began to sprint out of the room as fast as he could, but the mimic had no trouble following them at almost the same speed.

The duo (mostly Kuro) continuously ran up and down the halls hoping to tire it down but it didn’t seem to work, that mimic must be starving for roasted kobold with a side of mashed half-foot. “ARAUUGHH!! HELP US!” Mickbell screams as he held onto Kuro for dear life. “HOLM...Y/N!….UH?” He called out for you two, but you weren’t anywhere insight anymore. Where the hell did you two go?

Fortunately for them Kabru, Rin and Daya heard their cries for help and immediately came to their aid. Kabru and Daya quickly carried them both out of the way while Rin casted a spell to electrify the mimic, causing it to pass out. Kabru and Daya set down the panicked duo on the ground. “Holy fuck..!” Mickbell gasps.

“Are you alright?” Kabru asks. “Y-yeah..were-“

“Wait.” Rin interrupts. “Where’s Holm and Y/n?” They both shrug.

Meanwhile you and Holm further down, oblivious to the chaos happening down the hall:

“Treasure bugs huh?” He tilts his head. “I never knew those were even a thing…how interesting. I don’t think I’ve seen those before.”

“Yeah! It’s pretty cool huh? I’ve got a few fried ones in my bag actually..i’ll gladly share it with you.” You say as you start to dig inside your bag. “Ahah..that’s quite alright— wait did you say fried?” You nod. “I know it sounds odd but…!” You pull an insect coin from your bag. “Its tastyyy!~” You then held it up to Holm’s mouth.

“Come onnn!~ Try it! It’s yummy!” His face and ears flush from your closeness, then he quickly turns his head. Not only because of how close you were, but…you were trying to get him to eat a treasure bug. “N-no thank you!...I appreciate the offer but…It’s not my thing!”

You hum in acknowledgement. “No problem, more for me.” You pop the fried treasure bug in your mouth, happily eating it. Holm wasn’t sure what to think of you eating treasure bugs…you were a strange one indeed but that’s what made you unique in his eyes.

“You’re pretty strange.” He jokes. You let out a chuckle. “Is it because of the treasure bug thing?” He nods. “Yep.” You two then let out a series of laughing until you two hear fast foot steps coming your way, it was the rest of the group. Mickbell and Kuro specifically looked a little irritated and shaken up.

“HOLM! YLN!..WHAT THE HELL?” Rin yelled. “Where were you—”

“ME AND KURO ALMOST DIED TO A MIMIC WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TWO? YOU WERE JUST NEAR US WHYD YOU LEAVE?!” Mickbell screamed. “You two were in trouble? I’m sorry!...we didn’t notice—”

“CLEARLY!” Mickbell interrupted Holm. “Sorry guys!” You sheepishly rub your neck. “If we heard you, we would’ve helped, I swear!”

“HOW DIDN’T YOU HEAR US WE WERE SCREAMING—”

“Mickbell, please.” Kabru sternly shushed him, causing him to huff. “Can I ask what you two were doing all the way back here?” He looks at the both of you. “We don’t need you two doing any funny stuff while were trying to get back to the surface!” Rin exclaims.

Holm immediately tensed up. “W-wait hold on! Don’t get the wrong idea please!” He held up his hand in defense. “We didn’t realize we had walked so far off…we’ll be more careful next time.” You voiced. “I’ll try not to steal him from you guys again.” You subtly flirt.

The party aside from Kabru didn’t seem to catch on, but Holm sure did.

His face immediately flushed again along with his ears. A batch of incomprehensible words spouted from his mouth as he grabbed his beret, covering his burning face with it. You snicker at his reaction, while Rin was seemingly eyeing your interaction.

“Wha..?” She mumbles to herself. What was going on with him?..you must have done something to him! She just knows it but..she can’t prove it. Not yet at least.

She scoots close to Kabru. “Kabru..are you seeing this? That isn’t normal behavior from Holm!” She muttered. “I know they did something to him..just give me the word and I’ll take care of it.” She grips her staff tightly in anticipation like she desperately wanted to hurt something.

“Don’t.” He responds casually.

“What?!..” She looks at him in surprise and confusion. “But…why not?”

A relaxed chuckle escaped his lips. “They are harmless, besides, we should keep going while were not being attacked.” Before she could oppose again, he began leading the way out. What is this? She thought. This was ridiculous, why was nobody seeing that you were clearly scheming something?!.. she’ll have to talk to Kabru properly about this when they get to the surface.

SECOND FLOOR

The second floor…surrounded by beautiful trees, flowers, and strange monsters…like the mandrake for example. As the party passed by the crowded plants they began to notice it started to cloud their vision of other members...specifically, you and Holm. If you weren’t there then this wouldn’t exactly be an issue, sure Holm tends to get easily overwhelmed and freeze up sometimes but he definitely can defend himself if absolutely necessary.

She dedicated herself to watching you two for any suspiciousness but she can’t do that if she can’t see either of you…! And speak of the devil, after checking on her other party member’s statuses, what do you know…you two were gone AGAIN!

So much for ‘trying not to steal him away from us’.

Meanwhile you and Holm…again:

“Wow, these trees are huge," you exclaim. "Are you just realizing that now? Haven't you been through this area before?" Holm asks, and you nod. "Well, yeah, but I never really stopped to take in the surroundings," you reply. You reach out and pluck a flower from a nearby tree, an angel's trumpet. "Now that I'm really paying attention, this place is full of beautiful flowers," you say, turning to him and leaning in close. He starts blushing at your proximity. You gently tuck the flower behind his ear, then step back to admire your handiwork.

"You look so cute!" You say cheerfully. Holm, on the other hand, can't seem to get a word out, his eyes fixed on the ground in embarrassment. "Th-thank you... I really appreciate it!" he stutters, his face turning even redder. So adorable..you thought. So adorable you just want to squish his cheeks but…you think he might not appreciate that. At least not right now.

“RAAAAH!”

A loud scream alarmed the both of you, causing you both to turn to where the noise came from, which was a hollow tree. “What was that?” You cautiously asked while observing the area carefully. “That..sounds like the scream of a!—”

“BAT!” You screamed, as soon as you did the big bat quickly flew near you two and attempted to attack. Instead of fighting, you chose to tackle Holm to the ground and into the bushes hoping to hide from it until it tires itself out. Thankfully after a few minutes of it flying around the area searching for you two, it flew to another place hoping to find other victims.

“Phew..that was close.” You say in relief. You then realized— you were still on top of Holm! Poor thing probably almost suffocated. “Ah! Sorry!” You quickly get off him. “I hope I didn’t tackle you too hard, my axe wouldn’t have done much damage to the bat especially since it’s already crappy.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he just stared at you with a red face while still laying on the ground. You may want to give him a moment to collect himself.

*Back to Mickbell and Kuro*

A distant screech could be heard, causing Mickbell to hear it.

“Hey Kuro…did you hear that?” Kuro’s ears perk up, attempting to hear what Mickbell was.

Another screech could be heard, this one being a little louder.

“Yes!...it sounds..familiar.” Kuro mumbles. “Wait..that…sounds like…!” Before Mickbell could finish his sentence, the big bat made itself known and screamed at the duo.

“RAAAAH!”

“UWAAAAHH??!” Both individuals let out a loud exclamation of fear as they clung tightly to each other. During their panic, the bat swooped down swiftly, attempting to attack them multiple times but somehow they dogged each attack. Kuro swiftly lifted Mickbell and started running in the opposite direction, searching for a safe place to hide from the enormous bat.

“Mick, be careful—!” Kuro cautioned Mickbell as the bat descended closely behind them, almost managing to sever Kuro’s tail completely, leaving it barely attached to his back. A cry of pain escaped him before he collapsed to the ground and inside a bush with Mickbell in his grasp. “KUROO!” He shouted.

He positioned himself beneath Kuro, allowing the kobald to rest his head on his friend's lap. Mickbell stole a quick glance at his injury, relieved to see that his tail had not been completely torn off, indicating that it could be properly healed. The only thing they needed now was Holm. However, he would have to call out for him - surely he must be close by. It was a risky move, but Mickbell couldn't bear to see his friend in pain. He needed to act quickly and hope that they wouldn't end up as a meal for a passing bat.

"Holm...!" Mickbell shouted, but there was no response. The bat was now scanning the area from a distant tree branch. "HOLM...!" He raised his voice a bit more. This time, the bat pinpointed the source of the sound. This was not a good sign. "HOLM!!" Mickbell screamed, catching the bat's attention.

The bat began to fly directly towards them, its sharp claws and teeth poised for an attack. "AAAUHHH!!" Mickbell held onto Kuro's head tightly, bracing himself for the bat's claws to pierce his skin when suddenly—

*SLASH*

Kabru swiftly and decisively slashed the bat's throat before it could reach Mickbell. The bat struggled for a moment, choking on its own blood, before collapsing nearby. Kabru put away his sword and ran towards the duo alongside Daya and Rin. “Are you two alright?”

Mickbell angrily lamented, "Kuro’s tail is about to fall off! I called for Holm, but he's not even NEARBY! Where is he?!"

"They wandered off again? Are you kidding me?" Rin complained, "I'll find them, and when I do..."

“Don't worry, Rin. I've got this under control. Just focus on checking Kuro for any other injuries. I'll be back soon." With those words, he hurried off to locate you and Holm. It took a bit but in the end, he successfully found both of you.

Fortunately uninjured, but still... The two of you were unwinding on a picturesque bed of flowers, with him in particular reclining on your lap as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. How did it even come to this? Kabru pondered. Nevertheless... he thought it was cute, but Kuro needed his aid so, this can wait.

"You two were hiding here, then?" Kabru chuckled. You both gasped in shock because you hadn't even noticed him there. "Oh, I see. Hello, Kabru. "Didn't even notice you were here," you waved. You guys move so slowly, don't you?” You tease.

"Ah, Kabru!" Red in the face and ears, he raises his head off your lap. "Did something happen?"

Kabru nods. “Yes, actually. A big bat attacked Mickbell and Kuro, Kuro specifically. He needs his tail healed, if you aren’t too busy.” He teased, poking fun at him for resting on your lap, you didn’t seem to catch on but Holm caught it. He quickly got up and dusted his dark robe and swiftly put his beret back on. “N-no no! Of course not!” he stammered. “Please lead me to him!” Kabru then proceeded to lead Holm and you to Mickbell and Kuro’s aid.

You two were definitely going to get an earful from Mickbell….again.

SURFACE:

The party returned to the surface unscathed and undamaged after going through a lot of nonsense involving you and Holm. It's a miracle, really, because whenever you and Holm ventured off, bad things would happen, and Mickbell and Kuro were nearly always involved. Holm and you did take the time to apologize for any unintentional trouble you may have caused at the party. (poor guys).

They seemed forgiving enough but as for Mickbell…ehh not so much. Just be thankful he acknowledged your apology. As for Rin…she just stared at you two. She just knew in her gut that you had done something and that you were planning on killing them..! She just needed to say something. NOW.

She walks towards the two of you with an angry look, more so specifically towards you. “You!” She points at you. “What have you done?” She accuses. “Ever since you’ve tagged along our party nothing but bad things has happened. And as for Holm… why is it that every time were traveling you manage to get him alone? And he’s always red-faced! What is your deal?”

You look at her in surprise before laughing to yourself. Holm however he’s frozen in place, just as Rin said his face and ears were burning. “That’s not!—I’m…they’re..! Agh!..” He quickly snatched his beret and covered his face. “What?” Rin questions.

Kabru laughs to himself as he strolls next to Rin. Rin was confused as he leaned into her ear to clarify that you weren't evil and that Holm wasn't the problem; he was just obviously infatuated with you. She glanced at you, then back at Holm, and then gave herself a mental face palm.

How ridiculous..!

#delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon x reader #holm kranom #holm kranom x reader #fluff

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futturmanspookie · 6 days

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˗ˏˋBreak୨୧

Summary: Josh is feeling a bit needy during work, so you take a break and go see him at the janitor's closet. Pairing: Josh Futturman X GN!Reader Tags: Smut, sex on inappropriate places, penetration, complimenting, unprotected sex, Josh whines a lot. Word Account: 1k

A/n: Hey guys! i know i've been a long time without posting and i'm so sorry for that, i also know its a pretty short fic, mainly for me, and im sorry for this too! I've been through some shit and i really hope you enjoy this! Love yall 🫶🫶

-Nic

Your moans echo through the room. The insistent banging of the old product cabinet against the wall of the janitor's closet is getting more intense and a little louder.

How did you ended like this? Easy. It was Josh's fault. Like always.

The two of you have not had enough alone time this week. The last time you both even tried to make out, Gabe -Josh's father-, barged in saying it was taco Thursday.

Anyways, Josh needed your touch. So he did the most rational thing he could; Interrupt your job just so he could get a bit of attention.

"Hm... Babe." He said, stopping by your door and looking inside. He looked like a lost puppy in need of care. "Oh, sorry- No babe during work-" He mumbled.

"It's okay." You answered shrugging. He was acting a bit strange, that's for sure. It was clear he wanted something. "What do you need?" You ask softly, scanning his expression.

"Hm... I wanted you to... Go to the janitor's closet with me... There's something i really need to show you." He replied, and it sounded like a big excuse just to have you alone with him.

It's not like you're innocent anyway, so you agree to go with him. Even tho you already knew what was going to happen.

"So? What did you want to show me?" You ask, looking around at the peeling walls and old shelves that threaten to fall any moment.

Josh shrugs and smiles. Then he moves closer and seals your lips in a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, his hands instinctively gripping your hips and pushing your back against the nearest cabinet. He ran his tongue over your lower lip, parting them slowly and exploring your mouth with his tongue.

"We can get fired-" You whisper against his lips, your breath getting even heavier as your heart rate picked up.

"I don't care-" He replied, moving the kisses down your neck. He lets go of your hips, clumsily unbuckling his belt.

You sit up on the cabinet, not sure if it can support your weight. Josh carefully spreads your legs apart, kneads the soft flesh of your thighs over your jeans, then moves closer and kisses your lips softly.

"You're so pretty... I still can't believe you date me." He mumbled, smiling a bit and moving his kisses down your jaw and neck. You blushed and sighed, unbuttoning Josh's shirt slowly.

"I could say the same about you-" You whispered, kissing his lips softly and running your hand over his bare chest.

Josh was usually shy and insecure, but when he got horny, he started acting different. He gained a little more confidence and was able to say things without having to think of 12 better ways to say it. It excited you, more than you would ever admit.

Josh started kissing your neck, undoing your pants. "I've been thinking about you all day..." He whispered, it sounded a little desperate and whiny.

You bit down at your lower lip as Josh started pushing your pants down to your ankles. As soon as they were on the floor, he got between your legs and tugged his own pants and underwear down.

You looked down at his now exposed cock, the pink tip was leaking with precum and it was throbbing.

You blushed more and he slowly moved closer, pressing his tip against your entrance. "Can i?" He whispered in your ear.

You nodded quickly, anticipating him inside of you. He slowly pushed him, his hand tightening on your thigh. Josh sighed, his breath hot against your ear.

He started with slow thrusts, but they quickly got faster and deeper. Your hands held on Josh's back, your fingernails digging on it.

Josh's free hand found support on the wall, his whines getting needier with each thrust. "I love you-" He whimpered against your ear.

You instead of answering just buried your face in Josh's neck, trying to suppress your moans. The continuous pleasure and adrenaline left your mind hazy, you could swear this was your best fuck, ever.

Some items fall from the shelf above you, but it's not like either of you cared. Josh was so concentrated in how you felt around him, that he didn't cared to anything else, not even a bit. The world could explode and he would die happy.

He kissed your neck right above your ear, moaning lowly. "You're so pretty..." He whimpered, nuzzling against your skin.

His thrusts slowed down a bit, but he let out a long and loud whine as felt your walls clenching around his cock. You scratched on his back, moaning too.

"God- Babe... I'm close-" He whimpered, trying to keep it down. You nodded, humming lowly and clenching around him again.

His thrusts started to get unsteady and his whines started to get more breathless and hoarse. Your started to buck your hips forward, not being able to support the eagerness.

He thrusted deeply, biting your shoulder as spit his hot seed inside of you. Even after his orgasm, he kept fucking you.

Why? It was simple; He wanted you to cum. He wanted to feel you melting around him, trembling and crying out his name.

He moved his hand down and slowly started to stroke you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

"Cum for me... Please?" He asked, groaning softly as kept moving slowly.

Your breath was fast and shaky and you were moaning like a bitch. God, you loved Josh, you loved his face, his mouth, his dick, his hands... Everything on him. He was so hot and so good at pleasuring you, it's like you needed him.

Your moans got a bit louder scratching on his back again. He thrusted deeper, feeling you shudder and moan louder.

"Josh! Oh fuck!" You moaned, quickly feeling him covering your mouth with his hand as you finally released. It was the best orgasm of your life.

He pushed out slowly, kissing softly on your neck and smiling at you.

"Oh... What a mess we made..." He mumbled, smiling proudly as looked down at your legs.

"Shut up." You said, rolling your eyes.

"Sorry!" He replied, chuckling and pecking your lips.

You got up and started dressing, trying to make yourself presentable. You turned around and looked at your boyfriend, that had a big goofy smile and his pants down to his ankles.

"Don't forget zipping your pants." You said, pecking his lips and leaving.

#jhutch #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #clapton davis #derek danforth #jhutch1992 #mike schmidt #fanfic #future man #josh futturman x reader #josh futterman x reader #derek danforth smut #smut #mike schmidt smut

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damagnificentcookie · 2 years

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Forever Mine

Dark!Alma Peregrine X Reader

Summary: Y/n is a librarian that is stuck inside the loop. One day Alma went to the library to borrow a book when suddenly y/n caught her eye. Since then Alma would secretly follow her and perch outside her windows after she reset. She noticed that y/n never loses her memory of the day and constantly changes her schedule even subconsciously. Y/n needs her, she must protect her,...for the safety of her wards of course.

Tag List: @elza02 @mandy-asimp @sunshinecallie @whatsupwithjinx @notmanagingmymischief

Warning: Slight swearing, kidnapping, drugging, killing, basically most things that happen in the movie RUN

A/n: I should be updating my other miss peregrine book on wattpad but I reaaaallyy wanted to try and write this, hopefully, yall will like it :D (Also I'm going to do a mix of the book and movie here)

Pt 2

"Fiona, can you watch over the loop till I come back? I'll be back before supper!" Fiona eagerly agreed before hugging Alma tightly goodbye and running off.

Alma watched as Fiona disappeared around a corner and waited a while longer before she carefully opened the door and left.

The library was always pretty busy in the loop, but then again everything repeats so Alma knew when was the perfect time to go without it being too busy. She pushed open the door as a bell rang alerting the librarian of someone's presence.

"Miss Peregrine! How great to see you today, again." You welcomed warmly.

"What do you mean by again, darling, I have only just entered." Alma watched as your eyes widened and tried to quickly find an excuse to cover your mix-up.

Laughing it off, Alma placed the books she has borrowed on the table and waited for you to take them.

"Would that be all Miss Peregrine?" You smiled nervously as you put the books she has returned in a bin.

"That would be all, dear. But may I ask when you are free? I would like to introduce my children to you so whenever they come to town they know a familiar face."

You were put back a little not expecting this from a regular. It got you thinking, that every day has been repeating for the last month, you could always just say tomorrow and pretend you didn't remember this encounter when the day miraculously resets.

"Oh, that would be quite lovely! I'm free tomorrow at noon." You replied hoping she didn't notice how long it took for you to respond.

"Well it's settled, I'll come back tomorrow. See you later, dear. Oh, and please call me Alma." She winked at you before leaving.

You watched her from the window wondering how odd this encounter was. She would always come to the library and return a book at exactly half past twelve but never tried to make a conversation with you. You would always catch her staring when you turned to put her books in the return basket. How odd.

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Waving goodbye to your coworker, you headed out the door and made the long trek home. Oddly enough, you always felt that you were being watched but whenever you check your surroundings, no one is nearby. Shrugging it off as paranoia you seemed to forget about the bother.

Upon reaching home, you hung your coat before going into the kitchen to make some tea when the raven-haired regular invaded your head. Happy that she has talked to you today although it was odd, admittingly she is quite strange.

Shaking off the thought you took the kettle off of the stove and prepared the tea. You thought for a while, perhaps you should go with her to meet her children.

Putting the tea and some biscuits on a tray, you walked to your dining room and set the tray down. You then walked towards your drawer and brought out a pen and some paper.

If you were going to possibly come with her, why not prepare some gifts?

You started to draw a few items like teddy bears, a football, a pair of skates, and some other items. You have heard that she has about twelve kids, amazing that she can take care of that many without losing her marbles. You most definitely could not, the solitude of your home and life is more than satisfying enough.

You placed your finished drawings to the side before finishing your tea and moving it away. You decided to draw a sapphire necklace for Alma.

...Alma...what a pretty name.

You froze before shaking any thoughts out of your head and continuing the necklace.

You finished it just in time for the bombs to fly overhead. Covering your ears, you closed your eyes and started to count to ten. Soon you can hear that the bombs have left and soon it became quiet.

Opening your eyes, you took your drawings and set them down in a row. You placed your hand over the teddy bear and gently lifted it out of the paper. You repeated the process before now having live items instead of drawings. You threw away the leftover paper and started to wrap the items and placed it into your work bag.

Deciding this was enough for today, you retired to your bedroom failing to notice a falcon perched on your windowsill, watching you.

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"A beautiful Daisy Bell~" Softly singing to yourself as you placed the returned books back onto their designated shelves. Not hearing the bell from the door ring you continued to sing and sort the books until you hear the familiar click of a certain someone's heels.

"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do~" You turned around quickly to see Alma looming over you pretending to look through the books on the shelves as she continued your singing.

"I'm half crazy all for the love of you" A shiver ran down your spine as her eye's met yours. You backed up and accidentally bumped into the shelf behind you.

You were in awe...she has such a beautiful voice, not that you haven't heard her speak before. Dear god, what is this woman doing to you.

"Miss Peregrine! How great to see you today." You smiled at her as you prayed that your face wasn't beet red. Alma tsked as she turned around and walked away, promptly having you let out a sigh of relief.

"Didn't I say you can call me Alma? You don't have to keep up the act, dear, I know you are pretty special." You stood there in quite a shock, frozen in place.

How could she have known? Were you not careful enough at hiding? You never drew outside of your home once. Tons of questions flood through your mind demanding answers. Finally snapping out of your trance, you walked to your desk and opened the little side door so you could go behind it.

Awkwardly you cough while asking her what you can do for her today. Handing you a book that she has borrowed just two days ago you quickly took it out of her hand and placed it into the return bin before asking her if there is anything else.

"Forgot your promise already? I don't like liars nor deal-breakers you know? You should be punished, dear." She looked into your eyes to search for what you may be thinking, trying but failing to suppress her growing smile.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Mis- Alma?" You say while trying to look anywhere but at her.

Alma raised an eyebrow and hummed. She thought for a while before smirking.

"Well if you truly don't remember then may I ask what's in your bag? It looks heavy, you don't have anything planned for tonight?" Her smirk widened when she saw a flash of fear in your eyes. Oh what an adorable little thing, you need her. You are as clueless as a little bird who flew right into a window.

The more this conversation continues the more unsettled you start to get. Your brain is screaming at you to tell her to leave but your heart was in control today and you stood your ground. Sighing in defeat, you walked back out of your desk and grabbed your bag. Your shift ends in 3 minutes, no point in hiding anymore. Alma smiled and walked towards you satisfied.

"I see you remembered, now don't you try to lie again, alright? Follow me, dearest." You were deeply unsettled but excited from today's encounter, but guessing it is too late you followed her home not realizing this will be the last time you will ever see the library or outside again.

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"Would you like some tea?" Alma asked as she lead you into her house, you were in awe at how gorgeous everything looked. The garden was nicely kept with kids running around and playing, and the inside was nice and comfortable with tons of decorations that complemented the walls.

"That would be nice and by golly Alma, your house is gorgeous! Did you decorate it yourself?" You complimented as you walked along the halls, gently moving your hand across the displays. It felt as if you were in a museum.

Getting caught in your mind, you failed to notice Alma's face grow red as she prepared your tea and secretly added an unknown substance.

You turned around and found that Alma was seated on a sofa looking at you with an unreadable expression. Smiling at her, she looked into your eyes and smiled back. You walked over and sat across from her taking the tea and thanking her.

Stirring it around you realized the tea smelt...odd? Shrugging it off as being nervous you took a sip as Alma watched you intensely. You felt a bit awkward and scared by her odd behavior, but that just prompted you to finish the whole drink in a matter of seconds.

Oh dear, that was a terrible idea. You felt like puking, it was getting terribly hard to breathe and you can't tell if its the heat or the weird aftertaste the tea had. You fell to the floor coughing violently as Alma rushed over to you and started to pat your back. Slowly, you tried to look at Alma but you just started to cough more until you felt lightheaded.

You felt yourself being lifted up and carried away. Resisting the urge to close your eyes, you looked at Alma and saw that she was looking back at you with a smile on her face.

You wanted to scream, to yell for help, anything, but you slowly succumbed to the pain and closed your eyes.

"Don't worry, my love. I will take great care of you, don't worry anymore. You are forever mine.

A/n: Honestly I felt like this may have been kind of disappointing for the wait but I really did not want to make you guys wait any longer. Thank you all for the support and I hope you will enjoy it! I might write a part two tbh...

#run 2020 #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine movie #miss peregrine x reader #dark!fic #diane sherman #eva green #eva green x reader #alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #miss peregrine book

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eyndr-stories · 2 years

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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C3 - Deal

In Summary:

The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

Things To Know (always read responsibly!):

Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff

About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter

This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol

Angst, fluff

OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice

Occasional swearing

Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)

Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao

Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok

OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time

Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst

There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol

That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!

Ao3 Link: Right here!

Start reading here: Chapter 1

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

C3 - Deal

There was plenty to distract Chester from their thoughts. They had a lot of work to do, if they wanted to keep up this ruse. Mostly a lot of reading. Firstly, however, they had something a little more pressing to take care of. Being a human person with needs to fulfil was highly inconvenient.

Sneaking into the kitchen of a little restaurant called ‘El Chips’ proved to be much easier than Chester had feared. Still, they needed to be careful. They had to take only what wouldn’t be noticed if it went missing. That meant taking one taco shell from an already open bag, loading it with toppings from mostly full containers, and eating it over the big industrial sink to be sure they didn’t leave any mess behind. Taco devoured, they moved on to the next restaurant to repeat the process.

Chester slowly ate their fill, ignoring the little voice in their head that reprimanded them for stealing. Stealing from large corporations was easy to justify, especially when they were starving.

With food out of the way, the only other pressing physical matter was sleep. Chester imagined the moment they stopped moving for any length of time they’d pass out again, just as they had last night. There wasn’t time for that, though. They weren’t in a whole lot of danger if they went another sleepless night.

Chester found their way back to the employee stock room, where they located every technician related book they could get their hands on. Piling them all up in a neat stack on the floor, Chester grabbed the first one and began to read, opting to pace as they did so.

Through the night they read, puzzling over confusing terminology and unelaborated acronyms. The clinical nature of the manuals was mind numbing. Hours passed, and Chester started to get desperate. These weren’t books for beginners on the topic, and these concepts were extremely advanced for them.

The book on animatronic construction turned out to be their saving grace. This book was loaded with pictures and detailed diagrams that were well labeled. With the help of diagrams, Chester found they were grasping things far better than before. It was a start, and that was all they needed. They could build the rest from this first bit, once they understood it well enough. Like a giant puzzle, to which they’d just found their first edge piece.

Also not unlike a puzzle, was learning about how the animatronics were built, how all the little pieces fit together. Chester actually found this fascinating. The animatronics were even more involved than they had originally assumed. Roxy, the wolf animatronic, had all sorts of sensors in her head, since she was built for racing. All of the glamrocks had an impressive amount of dexterity in their hands, so they could play their musical instruments, but Monty, the alligator animatronic, had the most complex hand structure, as he was meant to play mini-golf as well as his instrument.

At first, Chester was confused by the exclusion of that Sun animatronic they'd met, especially when the book seemed to include diagrams for animatronics that weren't even in service anymore. With the discovery of a second book of animatronic diagrams, Chester quickly realized the reason why. The daycare attendant, as the book called Sun, was the latest in the line of animatronic developments. His construction was so complex and involved, it filled an entire book on its own. Granted, the book was much smaller than the others, but still. Finding this book to be very involved and intimidating, Chester set it aside for the time being.

For the rest of the night, they read. And the night after that. The night after that they finally decided to sleep, finding that spare uniform closet they'd spent their first night in, and using a small stack of shirts as a pillow. By then they were practically dead on their feet, and they had no trouble falling asleep the moment they laid down.

Chester went on like this, and they were careful. They were observant. They listened to the other technicians, watched them work when they could. On their breaks they sat in the back corner of the employee break room and sipped at a styrofoam cup of coffee and listened to the other employees chat about their jobs. Brandi kept them company on occasion as well, when their breaks aligned. She really didn't seem to mind that Chester didn't have a lot to say, saying it was nice to talk as much as she liked without getting interrupted or talked over. Chester liked the company, and relished in the simple calm of normal conversations.

Chester picked easier tasks from their list and avoided drawing attention to themself. They read and studied and read some more, re-reading the same books until the repetition stuck. Some parts were damn near torturous to get to stick in their brain, but if they could manage to convince their brain to be interested in what they were reading, they could manage.

Of course, Chester had always learned best with hands-on experience. There was only so much they could glean from the books, especially when they didn't have the vocabulary for a lot of the technical jargon. They were relieved when their schedule finally changed to the night shift, the night of another storm. Working the night shift meant they could take their time with the tasks, there wouldn't be anyone around to see them struggle and experiment as they carefully puzzled out how things worked.

The night shift quickly presented other problems, however.

Firstly, Chester would need to find somewhere to be during the day, on their off hours. They might be able to just masquerade as a guest every once in a while, but if they were spotted multiple times by another employee who recognized them, things might get a little awkward. If they couldn't leave the plex, that made things difficult. Chester resolved to find somewhere by the end of the night.

Secondly, Chester was not entirely alone in the complex at night. The animatronics were still here, wandering the halls. Seeing as Chester was technically allowed to be here at night now, they hadn't thought this would be an issue.

They were very wrong.

Usually, when Chester ran into an animatronic during the day, the bot wouldn't pay them much mind, some even flat out ignoring them. During the night, however, things proved to work out a little differently.

Chester glanced over their shoulder. The wolf robot was following them. Roxanne, Chester recalled. Chester had just come from the food court, having grabbed a large cup of water from one of the many soda dispensers to sip on while they walked to their next task, and they were certain that the animatronic was tailing them. Chester took a few turns at random, crunching on ice from their drink and trying not to panic. Roxanne followed. Anytime Chester glanced back over their shoulder, they could see glowing eyes boring straight into them.

Finally, Chester stopped and turned to face the wolf. "Why are you following me?"

The wolf stalked forwards, footfalls heavy enough the shake the pants around Chester's legs. The wolf’s hands twitched in a way that made Chester uncomfortable. "Don't be s- don't be scared. Don't be- employee profile not found. Are you lost? Lost? Are you-"

What the hell? The wolf seemed to be experiencing some sort of system error. Her voice lines were all choppy and strained. She kept twitching and snapping her jaw open and closed. Chester took a few steps back.

"Hey, kid! Hey-" Roxy made some sort of horrible groaning noise, accentuated by the loud whirring of fans. Her expression was a horrible mix of pain and anger. "Are- lost- are you… barcode valid. Profile not found. Barcode-"

Chester fumbled with the signs, their hands shaking. "A bunch of computer files got corrupted, that's why I don't have an employee profile. I have a paper file."

"…Paper." Roxy shuffled closer, staring down at Chester suspiciously. "Profile not found."

"I could show you?" Chester offered. "Show you my profile? The paper one?"

Roxy’s expression looked strained. She kept balling up and flexing out her hands, metal clicking and scraping together as she did.

Chester started walking. Roxy followed. Chester tried not to let their nerves get the best of them, even though they could feel Roxy staring daggers into their back. Where was that office?? Chester glanced nervously back at Roxy, who stalked heavily behind them. She looked like she wanted to strangle them.

Rounding the corner, Chester's eyes fell at once to a 'STAFF ONLY' door a short ways down the hall. The door had been left cracked open, and a light was on in the hallway inside. Chester hurried to the door, Roxy following along behind them. Relieved, Chester spotted the small office down the hall. They hurried inside and fumbled through the filing cabinet, setting their drink down on the desk between the computer keyboard and a pack of blank printer paper.

"Here!" Chester pulled out the file they'd filled out with Rosa. They held it up to Roxy, who Chester only now realized was standing directly between them and the door, the desk blocking their way around. Boxed in, Chester couldn't do much but wait nervously as Roxy scrutinized the form.

They waited for long enough to wonder what would happen if Roxy saw through them, somehow figured out they were a farce. Would she call the cops? She looked like she wanted to just throttle Chester.

"Employee profile… profile verified." Roxy’s shoulders fell in visible relief. She blinked rapidly several times, gaze eventually falling on Chester. "Well that was… annoying. Whatever that was." Roxy put a hand on her head. "Thanks for clearing that up."

Chester cautiously lowered their form. "Are you… alright?"

"I'm fine, looser. Be more careful next time, alright? I couldn't think straight for a while there, thought you were some kind of intruder. There were lots of conflicting error messages..." Roxy shook her head.

"Sorry. A lot of files got corrupted a few days ago and my employee profile was lost," Chester signed.

"Again?? What a pain!" Roxy groaned, rolling her eyes. "One of you little techies needs to fix whatever keeps corrupting files."

Chester nodded. "You didn't… you didn't happen to alert the authorities, did you??"

"Us animatronics don't have the authorization to call the authorities directly. I did send a notification to the security staff, but there isn't a night guard on duty," Roxy explained.

"Good. Wouldn't want to bother the police over nothing." Chester breathed a little laugh.

"Right." Roxy pat Chester on the shoulder with a surprising gentleness. "Sorry if I scared you, I wasn't really… aware of things. You alright there tech?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Chester signed. They took a deep breath, calming their nerves.

"Great. See ya around, looser." Roxy turned and left the office.

Chester glanced down at their employee form. Maybe they should print a copy of this thing. They carefully rolled the form up and tucked it into a pocket on their toolbelt.

Ignoring their tasks for now, Chester searched up and down access tunnels in search of some sort of office with a printer. They were keeping an eye out for the other animatronics as well, not wanting to run into the same issue as before with Roxy. They had to wonder why Roxy was suddenly having these issues; Chester had spent a good deal of time with her when they’d fixed that bumper car for her. Roxy hadn't said a thing about not being able to find their employee profile then.

"What do I have to do to find a stupid printer in this place??" Chester grumbled, pulling the door of a cleaning supplies closet shut. They tried the next door down the hall, and paused. "Oh."

The room had a line of computer servos along the right wall, little blue lights blinking through metal grates and between fans as big as Chester's head. Along the left wall was a computer, some filing cabinets, and one of those big office printers. Chester flipped the lights on as they stepped inside.

Chester took out their employee form, setting it carefully over the glass of the scanner at the top of the copy machine. They powered it on and figured out the buttons and controls easy enough. They scanned their form, then hit print.

The lights flickered while Chester waited. They could just feel the rumble of thunder, even as deep in the complex as they were.

Chester checked the tray once it sounded like the machine was done printing. They frowned when they found it empty. Chester tried printing one more time, but were met with the same results. They tapped the printer's little screen to wake it up, wondering if maybe it was out of ink or something. The screen flashed an error message: 'No paper'. Chester checked the paper tray and sure enough, it was out of paper.

Grumbling about their luck, Chester hunted through the room for some blank paper they could use. The filing cabinets were full of organized folders and documents. The desk holding the computer didn't even have drawers. Chester huffed. They knew they'd seen a pack of paper back in the office they'd gotten their employee form from. With no other options, they left the room to go get some paper, flipping the flickering lights back off. They shut the door behind them, ignoring a strange little feeling like they were forgetting something. They’d be back soon anyways, even if they were fairly certain they were just tired and imagining things.

Chester didn't think they'd be getting through all their tasks tonight. They'd at least gotten the high priority ones sorted. They scrolled through their task list as they sipped their water, plotting out which one to tackle next, making their way back up a stairwell and into the main complex.

Vibrant neon struggled to illuminate wide halls, sharp primary colors fading into shadow before the light could reach the high ceilings, the outline of rafters barely visible in the dark. Chester eyed their map. No matter how many times they walked back and forth across this place, they couldn't seem to get a sense of direction.

Chester paused, glancing back down at their map. They could have sworn there were two hallways on the left side of this corridor, but now the map showed only one. Chester looked up, eyes moving along the wall. They spied only one hallway through the shadows. Chester shook their head. Their lack of sleep was really starting to get to them.

They started walking again, but they instantly felt uneasy. Chester kept checking over their shoulder, thinking maybe another animatronic was trying to follow them, but there wasn't anything there, just a water fountain and a collection of benches. Chester tried to carry on, but the feeling persisted.

There was another rumbling roll of thunder, followed by another flicker of the lights, neon lighting dying out, leaving Chester in absolute darkness for just a moment before coming back to life. They wished they'd grabbed one of those flashlights from the employee stock room. They wondered if the power would go out.

Chester paused again, turning to look behind once more. They could have sworn they'd heard a sound, like jingling bells.

The sound came again. Bells for sure, the sound light and quiet. It sounded like it was coming from above them.

Chester looked up.

Something looked back down at them from the rafters.

There were a pair of glowing red lights, the vague shape of long bending limbs. Whatever it was made a series of sharp mechanical clicks, and then spoke.

"Trespasser. Rule-breaker. Transgressor. You are being- Transgressor. Being- are being detained. Do not struggle."

Chester took several steps back, watching those limbs unfold and move as whatever it was followed them, moving across the rafters.

"Wait, I'm not-" Chester fumbled with the signs, more than a little freaked out by this thing in the rafters. "I'm not trespassing! I work here!" Chester reached for the pocket with their employee form. It wasn't there. Dread set in as Chester realized they'd left it in the printer.

Uh oh.

"Liar. Naughty transgressor. You are- do not struggle. Do not-" There was another loud series of clicks. The sound of fans whirring was audible even over the clicks. "Employee profile not found. You are- barcode valid. Profile not found. Trespassing. You- rule-breaker. Do not struggle. Transgressor."

The shape groaned, red lights vanishing for just a moment. When they reappeared they fixed instantly on Chester, who stiffened. The shape dropped without warning, long limbs reaching for Chester.

Chester jumped back, their drink slipping from their hand, water spilling all over the floor. They got a brief glimpse of the thing for only a moment before the figure leapt at them again. An animatronic, one they didn't think they'd met before, his round head and slender form silhouetted by neon lights. The lights gleamed off of shiny golden bells adorning the animatronic. The bot was crouched on all fours, limbs shuddering as red eyes fixed on Chester just before he lunged.

Chester dove to the side, metal casing brushing their arm. They didn't waste a second, breaking into a sprint as they regained their footing. They could hear scrambling behind them, sharp clicking, and a pained groan. Then there was the sound of bells jingling as the figure pursued.

I can't be caught. He's gonna get me in trouble, detain me for the rest of the night and not let me do any tasks. I can't let him catch me.

Chester tried to think through the panic, through the haze of exhaustion. They hadn't come this far just to get fired for neglecting their ill-gotten job.

If they could just get back to the room with the copy machine, they could grab their employee profile form. It wasn't far, they just had to outpace-

All the air very suddenly vacated Chester's lungs as a heavy force hit their middle. After a moment of confused panic, Chester realized they'd been grabbed by their toolbelt. The animatronic yanked on the back of their toolbelt, sending Chester flying back towards him.

"Transgressor," the animatronic hissed in Chester's ear, his voice strained.

Chester fumbled with the belt, managing to unclip it. The belt fell away, and they stumbled forwards, running once more.

The door to the access tunnels was right down the hall- had they left the door open?? The door was wide open, a soft light glowing from the stairwell beyond, just bright enough to illuminate the doorway against the low light of the hall. Chester leapt through, slamming the door closed behind them. Barely a second later they heard a heavy THUD- the animatronic had jumped after them and crashed into the door. Chester flew down the stairs. They heard the door slam open.

Chester turned down the hall. Third door on the right, there it was, Chester could see the blinking blue lights from the servos through the open doorway-

THUD. Chester shot a look behind them, jaw dropping when they realized the animatronic had bypassed the stairs entirely, jumping the railing and dropping the distance, landing heavily on the metal grate floor, which Chester could see was now dented from the force of the impact.

Red eyes fixed on Chester once again, and the animatronic took a running leap for them. Chester dove into the office. They could hear bells jingling behind them as they scrambled for the copy machine.

Chester had a hand on the hood of the scanner. They didn't have time to lift the lid before something latched onto their ankle and pulled sharply, yanking Chester to the ground. They broke the fall with their palms, pain spiking up their arms. Their hat flew off in the fall, landing a few feet away.

"Detained- de- detained- you are-" the animatronic wailed, speakers crackling from the force of it.

Chester flipped over to see the bot crouched over them, his shaking hands gripping his faceplate hard enough that Chester could hear the metal start to groan unpleasantly.

"You- you are- AUGHHHHHH!!" The animatronic screamed again. "STOP IT STOP STOP STOP!" His hands balled into shaking fists. He raised them over his head, eyes locking back on Chester.

Chester rolled just as the animatronic heaved his fists down on them. They pushed up onto their hands and knees, planning to jump up and grab their employee profile. They froze before they could, eyes caught on the sight of the hard tile right where their head had been. The animatronic wrenched his hands free of the jagged hole he'd made. The tile all around the hole was cracked.

That hit would have killed them.

Something is very wrong here.

Chester barely had a passing understanding of the animatronics, but they were pretty sure that the robots were not supposed to be able to use lethal force. That had to be some kind of safety code violation-

Chester moved, realizing that it was now fatally stupid to just sit here. They lifted the lid of the scanner and snatched their employee profile form from inside, just as the animatronic wrapped a hand around Chester's head.

The animatronic screamed again as it threw Chester's head into the ground. Chester yelled as well, pain splintering like lightning through their skull. They'd dropped their stupid form on the way down- where was it?!

The animatronic didn't let go, instead lifting Chester's head and bashing it again against the hard tile. Chester's vision flashed with stars. They tried desperately to focus as their head was lifted again. They felt around for the paper, hands shaking violently.

Chester's head cracked into the ground again. They felt like their skull was about to crack like an egg. They didn't think they could take another hit like that. Their hand fell on something that didn't feel like tile- paper.

Their head was lifted once more. Chester thrust the paper towards the animatronic, their fingers gripping the top of the page hard enough to tear it slightly.

The world seemed to come to a halt. Chester, held up uncomfortably by the head, didn't dare move beyond the tremble in their hands. They heard the hum of the servos, a clicking sound coming from the animatronic, and the ringing in their ears.

Suddenly, the hand gripping Chester's head withdrew with a speed as if the animatronic had been burned.

"What- What happened… Where-" the animatronic scrambled backwards away from Chester, as if Chester was the one to be afraid of.

Chester managed to push themself up onto their elbows. The world was spinning violently around them, and their head ached with the worst migraine they'd ever had. Everything looked hazy… Chester found their glasses. They'd been knocked off at some point and thankfully weren't cracked or broken. Everything was concerningly still hazy even once the glasses were on.

"No no no no. Not again, no no," the animatronic muttered, pressing his hands to his face.

Chester felt something warm running down their face. Were they crying?? They lifted a hand to their face. Their fingers came away covered in red.

Blood on their hands. That face, sneering at them, eyes wild. The same face, eyes closed, unsettlingly still. Blood, blood on that face, blood on their hands, blood everywhere. People have so much more blood in them than you expect. Pounding, the pounding of rain, of fists on a door, of Chester's footfalls as they ran.

Chester squeezed their eyes shut, trying to block out the sudden barrage of images. They breathed, trying to focus on the present.

Chester looked up just in time to see the animatronic stumble through the doorway, hurrying out of the room. Now alone in the room, Chester fought through the haze trying to smother their brain. They realized they were still holding their employee profile form. They stared down at it, focusing on it.

All of that over some stupid form… and why?? Chester breathed and tried to think. Thinking was really difficult right now, for some reason. Something they'd read drifted to the forefront of their thoughts, something about… a wireless network adaptor? All the animatronics had one, to let them connect to the internet, so they could download software updates and send alerts to staff if something triggered their… security mode.

Security mode. Chester had read about that. All the bots went into security mode once the complex closed for the night. Maybe there was some sort of code that only ran during security mode? The alleged code had gotten caught up with Chester's lack of a digital employee profile, causing the animatronics to react as they had.

Even so, were the animatronics supposed to be capable of lethal force?? Even if Chester was right about the security mode coding, at most the animatronics should have theoretically only restrained them.

Chester heaved a sigh and closed their eyes against the headache. They wanted to just lay here and rest and forget any of this ever happened. They wanted to forget this night, this stupid mall, everything. They wanted to go home. Chester's heart hurt. They reminded themself that they didn't have a home, they hadn't for a very long time.

Chester braced against the copy machine and slowly, very slowly, got to their feet. The world spun nauseatingly around them. Chester focused on their breathing until the nausea passed.

Still gripping their employee file, Chester made for the door. They had to… go somewhere. Do something. They tried to figure out the details as they slowly inched their way down the hall, leaning heavily against the wall to keep their balance.

The missing files… employees were in danger. In fact, Chester had the sneaking suspicion that some of the rumors they'd been hearing were true. Employees getting into 'incidents' and never coming back to work again. Chester had known that there was no one left to work the night shifts, but they couldn't have guessed that this was why. If employee files got corrupted often, then it was entirely likely that Chester was not the first to run into this issue.

What had that animatronic said…? 'Not again'??

They had to report this to someone, they had to…

Chester paused at the base of the stairwell, frozen by a realization. If someone found out they'd had an incident on the job, found out they'd been violently assaulted by an animatronic, it was extremely likely the police would get involved, maybe even the news. Chester couldn't let that happen.

They had to pretend this had never happened. They were the only employee on the night shift (for good reason, they now realized) so no one else was really in any danger. This meant, however, that Chester would have to resolve whatever this bug was with the animatronics on their own. They had no idea what they were going to do if it was a software issue, they had even less experience with coding than they did with hardware. Maybe they could just figure out how to get the digital files to stop corrupting?

Chester made it to the hall. They didn't remember getting up the stairs, but here they were. That nausea refused to relent, sticking sickeningly in the back of their mind and at the base of their throat. Still gripping their employee form, they trudged onwards. They were going to print a copy of this damn form if it was the last thing they did.

They found their tool belt laying on the ground not far from the door and buckled it back into place. Chester also passed a custodian bot mopping up the water they'd spilled earlier. A little wet floor sign bot sat at the ready nearby. Both robots turned to look at Chester as they passed. Chester recognized the custodian bot, this was the bot with the little blue cap on their head, the one who'd startled Chester when they'd first entered the pizza-plex a few days ago. The bot stared at Chester as they passed, their blank and rigidly monotone face offering little in the way of expression. Chester carried on.

Paper finally acquired, Chester trudged back down to the printer room once more. Luckily, the printer had saved the last scan, so Chester didn't have to try and smooth out their wrinkled and torn form to re-scan it. Chester grabbed their hat up off the floor and scowled at the cracked tile. They weren't sure how the hell to fix that, so they just pulled the copy machine over to cover the cracks. Copy in hand, Chester carefully folded and pocketed the wrinkled form. They carried the copy back to the upper office, filing it away where they'd found the first form. Then they headed for the nearest bathroom.

They ducked into the first stall just as the nausea finally became overwhelming. Chester emptied what little they had in them into the toilet and sat there for a long moment after, waiting for the nausea to finally subside. Their head was swimming, headache and dizziness swirling together in a mess of bad.

They couldn't sit around here all night, so Chester slowly pushed to their feet and flushed the toilet. They leaned against the stall and breathed as the loud hush of the toilet roared uncomfortably in their ears. The horrible feeling of acid in their throat urged them to get to the sink. Pointedly avoiding the mirror for now, Chester turned on the nearest sink faucet and rinsed away the disgusting taste in their mouth and gargled the acid in their throat away. Then they put their head under the stream of water to clean all the blood out of their hair. They hissed as the water moved over a specific spot on the right side of their head, the same area that had been repeatedly bashed into the floor. The pain lasted for only a moment, and then all Chester could focus on was the headache.

Chester finally looked in the mirror, hoping to clean themself up. They winced at their reflection. They weren’t exactly glamorous, but at least they were still in one piece. They started scrubbing the blood off their face and cleaning it out of their hair.

Their head wouldn't stop bleeding, and seeing as their work shirt was already ruined and blood stained, Chester balled it up and opted to use it to apply pressure against their head. They stuck their name tag on the Hawaiian shirt they were still wearing underneath.

Once they were decently cleaned up, Chester checked the time. They swore. Only an hour and a half till six, when the plex’s front doors would unlock and people would start arriving for their shifts and getting ready for when the plex officially opened to the public at seven.

They still needed to find a place to lay low for the day, maybe even get some sleep.

Chester checked their task list, wondering if they even had time to complete any more tasks. They'd gotten through a woefully pitiful amount of tasks tonight, but at least they'd completed all the high priority-

Wait a minute. There was a new task.

Chester scowled at the singular high priority task at the top of the list. It definitely hadn't been there earlier. 'Daycare lights', it read. Had that Sun fellow reported the task?? Whatever the case, Chester didn't want to get in trouble for leaving any high priority tasks unfinished. One last task for the night, then they'd figure out someplace to lay low.

Chester did their damndest to move stealthily and not run into any other animatronics on their way to the daycare. They spotted Freddy, the bear mascot, as they peeked around a corner. They waited for him to wander down the hall and turn a different corner. They found a first aid kit on their way, a simple metal box bolted to the wall just beyond a 'STAFF ONLY' door. After sticking a bandage on their head, Chester carefully pulled their hat on to hold the bandage in place. They tossed the old work shirt in the trash, planning to grab a replacement shirt later.

At the daycare doors, Chester paused to get out their employee profile form. They didn't think they'd be able to avoid Sun, so they wanted to be careful not to set him off. They pushed through the daycare's double doors.

All the lights in the daycare were on. Chester frowned at this, wondering if the issue was that they hadn't turned off automatically after closing time with the rest of the lights in the building. They were about to check the task details when the daycare attendant popped into view.

"Oh, it's you!! Hello new Chester! Remember me? We met a few days ago!!" Sun made his way over, though this time he didn't run.

"I remember." Chester nodded, but quickly stilled their head when that made the dizziness worse. "There's a task about the lights? Is another bulb out?"

"Not quite!" Sun came to a stop a few feet away. He shifted from foot to foot. The sun rays around his head retracted and slowly popped back out in clockwise fashion. He reminded Chester of a loading symbol. "Um. So it's very, very important that the lights here in the daycare stay on. They have to stay on at all times! That's what they told us, and I always follow the rules!"

Chester watched Sun slowly shrink in on himself as he spoke, his shoulders hunching and fingers wringing themselves together. His faceplate remained stagnant, wide grin betraying his distress.

"And so we put in that request for you to come look at the lights! Because they're supposed to stay on! Lights on, it's the biggest rule! Lights on, on, on." Sun laughed, the sound high and quick. "And earlier- just for a little bit!- earlier the lights… well, it was the storm! The lightning must have-" Sun stopped and glanced at Chester. He finished his sentence in one rapid rush of words. "…The-lights-went-off-for-just-a-little-bit."

Chester glanced up at the lights. All of them were back on now. "Yeah, I remember the lights flickering a few times in other parts of the building."

Sun nodded. "Right, right, right. But the lights in the daycare… went out. For twenty-two minutes and twenty-six seconds."

Chester still wasn't understanding. They were far too tired to guess and try to extrapolate, so they asked plainly. "What is the specific issue that needs fixing?"

"Well! Well… we were hoping maybe you could fix the lights so that they wouldn't go out like that again! If another storm came by or the building lost power. Because the lights are supposed to stay on! I know this, it's the most important rule. Lights on!" Sun laughed again.

Chester wasn't sure if they could do something like that, even if they were a proper technician. If there was no power, there wasn't much they could do to keep the lights on. Still, Sun seemed really worked up about the lights, so Chester agreed to at least give it a look. "I can't promise I'll be able to do much of anything, but I will take a look and maybe do some research."

"Really?! That's wonderful!! Thank you!" Sun's posture changed instantly. He threw his hands up in the air and straightened so quickly that he bounced slightly. His faceplate spun a few times. "This way, follow me! The electrical box is up in my room. Wouldn't do to have it out where the kiddos could reach it, no-sirie!" Sun bounded to the other end of the daycare. "Don't forget your shoes!"

Chester paused to remove their shoes, leaving them by the door. Past a single room bathroom was another door, covered in the same foam paneling as the walls of the daycare so it blended in. There was a security panel set into the wall beside it. Sun tapped a code into the panel with rapid fingers, and the door popped open, revealing a narrow spiral stairway beyond leading up. Sun climbed the steps quickly, taking them three at a time with his long legs. Chester took their time following behind, gripping the railing tightly. Going up stairs was hard enough with the relentless dizziness, but this was a spiral staircase to boot. The nausea was threatening to come back. Chester fought it back and made it up the stairs, desperate to not give anything away to Sun.

At the top of the stairway, through another door, was a small room that Chester realized must be the room behind the tower balcony. They spotted the bright red curtains to their left, currently drawn closed. The big dome light on the ceiling illuminated in great detail the hazardous chaos of the rest of the room.

There were spare supplies, stacks of little plastic kid chairs and colorful foam blocks, scattered around with genuine junk. Broken pieces of a playhouse, what looked to have once been a staff bot of some kind lay in pieces around the room. A thin layer of dust covered everything. Loose bundles of some kind of cable sat heaped in the corner.

Sun stood next to the electrical box on the far wall. With his bright warm colors he stood out starkly against the drab décor.

Chester went to the box and popped it open. They grabbed a screwdriver from their toolbelt and set to work removing the panel hiding the wires at the back of the box. "What is this room?" Chester asked curiously with their free hand.

"This is my room! It's just for us- no one ever comes up here but us. I recharge in here when I need to," Sun explained. His steady gaze swept over the room before focusing back on Chester, watching them work intently. "So, new Chester. You know that it was an accident, right?? We didn't turn the lights off, they went off on their own! It was nobody's fault. You know that, right??"

"Yes," Chester answered, though they weren't sure if Sun was trying to imply something. They set the removed panel aside and squinted at the wires, all grouped in neat colorful bundles. The whole array looked really complicated. There was a timer box hooked up to a lot of the lights, though it appeared to be inactive currently, leaving all the lights on and active. Chester started gently checking to see if anything was loose, or if any wires were damaged.

"So-! So, we're not in trouble, right??" Sun asked. He was anxiously wringing his hands again.

"Trouble?" Chester couldn't figure out why Sun seemed so worked up about the lights.

"They said… if the lights go out, that'd be really bad! The lights need to stay on at all times!! Upper management told me I'd be in trouble if the lights went out, that they… They said-" Sun looked away, tapping his fingers together rapidly. "They said they might have to close the daycare!"

"Oh?" Chester paused, hands stilling. They stared at the wires, trying to focus on a thought, an idea, through the muddled haze in their brain.

Sun hurriedly continued. "I know the lights did go out, but! It was an accident, it wasn't anyone's fault, you agreed with that! I know how important the lights are, I know. But everything is fine, nothing… nothing bad…" Sun trailed off for a brief moment. One of his hands drifted to his head, pressing into his forehead before he seemed to snap out of it, returning to his anxious fumbling. "Nothing bad happened, right?? So- so you don't have to tell anyone about the lights turning off, right?"

Chester was still piecing their idea together in their brain. They tapped their fingers along the edge of the electrical box as they thought.

Sun started to visibly tremble. When he spoke, there was faint static underlying his words. "I'm sorry, I know I'm asking a lot, I'm sorry. I know it's your job, you're just doing your job, I know it's really important that the lights stay on, but please, please, please don't tell anyone about the lights, if they closed to daycare I don't know what I'd do, please-"

Chester held up a hand, cutting off Sun's desperate rambling. They straightened up and faced Sun. "I won't tell anyone about the lights… if you don't tell anyone about me staying in this room."

Sun froze. His fingers remained knitted tightly together, and his trembling ceased. He stood stock still as he stared at Chester. With his immobile grin, Chester had no hopes of being able to glean what he might be thinking. They curled their fingers into fists to keep them from shaking.

"…Okay. It's a deal," Sun said at last.

Chester tried not to look too relieved. They let out a small sigh.

"Can I ask… you wouldn't be willing to tell me why you want to stay in my room, would you?" Sun asked.

Chester considered their reply, scraping their thumbnail along the edge of the box. They hated lying, but they knew they couldn't be as honest as they wanted. "I don't have anywhere else to stay."

Sun nodded carefully. His sun rays did that loading symbol motion again, retracting and popping back out in circular fashion. Chester got the impression he was thinking about something.

"You wouldn't be willing to tell me what's so important about the lights, would you?" Chester asked.

Sun turned his faceplate away, picking up the nervous fidgeting again. "…The lights being off presents a major safety hazard."

Chester didn't press it, since Sun hadn't pressed them.

"So we've got a deal. Right?" Chester offered a hand for Sun to shake.

"We've got a deal!" Sun extended a pinky and hooked it with Chester's in lieu of shaking their hand. "I promise not to tell anyone about you staying here."

"I promise not to tell anyone about the lights," Chester assured. "And I'll see what I can do about keeping them on if the power goes out. Might have to just hook them up to a generator."

"Thank you!!" Sun bounced excitedly and released Chester's pinkie. "Thank you thank you thank you! It really really means a lot to us!"

"No problem." Chester picked the panel back up and got to work screwing it back in place over the wires.

If Sun was right, and it really was true that no one ever came up here save for him… with the state of the room, Chester figured it must be true. It seemed their luck was finally starting to turn. With a place to sleep and stay in while they weren't working, they could hide out for as long as they needed. If they weren't so dead tired, they might have been more relieved.

Sun left to prepare the daycare for the day's kids. Chester left for just long enough to clock out (after marking their daycare lights task complete) and grab a new uniform before dragging their feet back to the daycare and up the spiral steps, carrying their shoes up with them so they wouldn't be noticed. Chester cleared a spot in the back corner and laid down on the floor, not giving a single fuck about the discomfort of the hard floor. It was at least better than the uniform closet, where they couldn't even stretch out. Needless to say, Chester passed out quickly and slept hard and sound.

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chamomileteahouse · 2 years

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no more glimpses left to spare

❇ Pairing: Zhongli x gn!reader

❇ Summary: You pack your bags to leave a place with no memories for it to hold. part 1

❇ Category: Angst

❇ Note: I saw people commenting for a part 2 so here it is! unfortunately, there is no fluff in here to be found but I hope yall enjoy anyways <3

There are some things you learn after a long life, one of which is that everything wilts in the end. Zhongli knows that all too well. Everything will wilt and die in its own time, just like the lone glaze lily on his hand.

The man carefully holds the lily, fearful that it will break even more. It was a delicate little thing, withering petals slowly turning brown, then black, and eventually a corpse. He hadn't taken care of the flower in a long time, preferring to leave it in his room to wilt on its own. He couldn’t find himself nursing it back to health and now it withers. He could simply replace the flower with a fresher one, but he doesn't. It was strange for him to grieve for a small thing, for a dying flower, but in his own ways, he still mourns for it.

A creak from the door interrupts him, and a figure stands at the door frame with hands still holding the door knob, and hesitance to step inside.

“[Name], my dear, you’re here,” He calls out to you when he stands from his sitting position, “I’m glad you’ve returned, I was worried you would never come back—”

“—I just came to get my things. I don’t plan to stay long.” You could've sworn a flash of pain appeared in his eyes but you don’t have the time to dwell on it.

The whole time it was uncomfortably quiet. The only sounds you could hear were your shuffling and footsteps as you gathered your things. Finally, you entered your once shared bedroom, taking the last of your belongings, and soon it would look like you’ve never even placed an imprint of yourself in this bedroom.

Like you’ve never been there in the first place.

An uneasy pause. Zhongli can’t see your eyes, but he can still feel the slight tremor in your voice as you say “Thank you for your hospitality.”

No doubt that your emotions aren’t quite at rest just yet, the wound of that day still fresh. It has been eating up on you the past few days you’ve left the house, the unnerving thought that you were hardly in his mind, and that you were simply an easy replacement for a position someone else holds in his heart; You just happened to be the nearest substitute.

“You’re leaving already?” You despise the worry in his voice, you felt like he was mocking you, and continuously tugging on the edges of your heart, hoping that you’d look at him and falter.

“I don’t have any more reason to prolong my stay here, don’t I? I have nothing here,” The truth spilling with every word you say. You face him straight in the eyes, you do not falter like you expected, you were much braver than him just by choosing to look at him.

Your gaze swallows him whole and Zhongli has to swallow the lump in his throat. He feels your stare, you look at his eyes, then the conquered expression on his face, and then lastly your eyes land on the glaze lily he was still holding.

This was stupid, you thought. Zhongli despite his godly status and might is a coward—a coward who could not speak what was in his mind, he could not give any explanations, nor any apologies. He was usually a man with honor, wisdom, and just the right words to say but apparently, it seems like he has no words for you. You start to think he might’ve thought you didn’t deserve any.

You walk to the door and your hand touches the door knob one last time, “I will be leaving now. I hope all the best for you Zhongli.”

You wanted him to beg you to stay, you wanted him to kneel on his knees and apologize, you wanted him to shed at least just one tear upon the thought you’d leave him. But he doesn’t, though that did not mean he was going to stand idly by, so he grabs your wrist one last time.

“I hope you find what you deserve, someone who would long for you, and hold you with no other reason but just the need to hold you,” he whispers, almost inaudible. His grip tightens around your wrist, he doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re out the door, and the door closed behind you.

Another thing he learned after a long life was that when things fade, you would have to let go. But he doesn’t want to.

And he’d only hope you don’t notice the glaze lily he quickly slipped inside your pocket when you left to the door.

#zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli fanfiction #zhongli angst #genshin impact fanfiction #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #chamomileteahouse #angst #idk if i made zhongli ooc ;-;#oh well-

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railingsofsorrow · 2 years

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all i do is try, try, try

[regulus black x james potter]

summary: james and reggie learn more about each other and some things come to light.

pairing: r.b x j.p

w.c: 6,8k

warnings/content: lily and james' so proclaimed “date”; remus and reggie actually talk; sirius is a not-so-bad brother; my dear pandora makes an appearance and regulus decides his future; discussions of running away; hints of child abuse; a bit of fist fighting.

third installment of the "mirrorball series"

part of “the taylor swift anthology

[chapter one; chapter two]

A/N: we've come to the last chapter of the mirrorballs series. I have this feeling of longing in my chest cause I loved writing this, especially because it involved two of my favourites characters in the hp universe :(

A/N: i'm thinking about writing some extras blurbs/headcannons based on this fic, what do yall think?

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Last Saturday. Seven-thirty p.m. The Three Broomsticks.

“I won't tell anybody, Potter. Don't fret.” Lily Evans rolled her green eyes with the tip of her lips raising slightly. “I'm not surprised. They have been doing that for generations.”

James bit his lip in thought, “Yes. I s'pose you're right.”

“I'm always right.” Lily shrugged, taking a sip of her cappuccino. James playfully scowled at the red haired, who smirked in response.

If you'd tell James Fleamont Potter that he would be having a completely platonic date with Lily Evans a few years back, he'd promptly print out the papers for the closer asylum in London. There was a time where James was a hundred and fifty percent into Lily, but now was not that time anymore. He didn't know what happened.

Deep down he did know but he wasn't ready to admit it out lout yet. All comes with great patience — as his mum always says.

Despite not being totally in love with her anymore-if he ever once was- he was happy they could be friends. Although Sirius would never believe that. James could see his face already.

“It's a nice change in you, Potter.” James blinked in surprise, looking away from the window. Snowflakes were getting stuck on it; he wondered if he could brush them out by the time they left the The Three Broomsticks or if they would have already melted. “Seeing you part ways with that Slytherin prejudice you had.”

James huffed, “I have no prejudice, Lily Flower. 's just not my fault some of them can't stop being dumb little pricks.”

She gave him a stern look and James gulped, recoiling his shoulders slightly.

“Alright then. I am glad about you and Mary though. Never thought-”

“What? Why- why would you be happy for me and Mary?” Lily stammered, almost choking on her drink. “We're friends. We're very good friends. Just like you and Sirius!” Not that James needed to know about the deeper feelings Lily Evans had for Mary Macdonald.

James stared at Lily strangely, “I know.” He said, “But I've never seen you being friends with anyone that actually likes Quidditch. Besides Mar.” His head tilted when Lily seemed a bit too relieved. He kept that question on his head until the end of their date, for some reason.

Until, it finally made sense. Just as it did with Remus and Sirius. God, he is so damn dense about romance!

“ You like Mary!”

“Shut up!”

Present time. The Great Hall.

“Did Reggie just replace me with Prongs?”

Sirius looked away from the conversation he was immersed in with Peter and Mary to stare at his boyfriend. “What did you say?”

Remus pointed with his chin to the scene at the end of the hall, where two boys were talking, one with green robes and the other with red ones. The Slytherin had his back turned in Remus' direction, but the dark curls and the way he behaved screamed Noble House of the Black. He knew that because of Sirius, of course. The way his boyfriend walked was the same his brother did, the only difference wad they way they spoke; Regulus recited the words as poetry while Sirius' had a careless attitude in his tone.

“That's not Regulus.” Sirius said, squinting a bit to see. The boys were too far to be able to be seen by anyone else with the clarity Remus specified.

Remus gave Sirius a blank look.

“What?”

“How come you don't recognize your own brother but I do?”

“I don't know, Moony. Maybe because you think you recognised him by only taking a look at him backwards and I actually know what he looks like.” Sirius mused, “Besides, why would be be talking to James of all people?” He turned back to the conversation a while later.

Remus kept his attention elsewhere. James and Regulus didn't talk. They didn't as much as glance at each other. And they didn't seem to be arguing given the body language and the— the smile on both of their faces.

His werewolf abilities were making him hallucinate because of the full moon. It had to be it.

Why else would Regulus be talking to James of all people?

Pandora Lestrange was the kindest soul to ever walk Hogwarts; at least according to Barty Crouch Jr. Regulus couldn't agree more. She had the power to lit up a room with her angel-like voice and her carefree attitude.

Pandora also knew whenever people were hiding something from her. She always knew. Call that a sixth sense, if you will. She didn't need to pressure much for Regulus to spill everything about his arranged marriage. One he had successfully delayed thanks to James.

"Hold on, Reg." Pandora cuts him off mid-sentence, "Who is doing this project with you again?" She must have misread, certainly.

“Uh, Potter.”

“Not James Potter?”

“Is there another Potter in the castle, Pandora?”

"You're being friends with James Potter?!"

The pale boy's cheek get tinted pink immediately, “Not friends. More of... acquaintances.”

Pandora puts a hand over her mouth, “I knew there was something there.”

Regulus' forehead creased, “What are you on about, Pandora? There is nothing—”

“...The way he kept looking at you in the halls...”

His eyes widened in clear surprise. “Pandora—”

“James has a crush on you, Reg!”

Regulus covers her lips with his hand right away, inspecting if anyone heard what she had shrieked out. “Are you insane?”

She blinks innocently, then shakes her head since his hands are still over her mouth. When he finds it safe to release her, she says excitedly. “Are you dating him? Is this why you keep meeting secretly on the Greenhouse?”

“No!” Regulus denies vehemently, “He's just helping me, that's all!”

The look she gives him combines with the words that leave her mouth, “This is how a love story begins, Reggie...”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his curls back. “Please. As if I'd have anything with a Potter. Besides, I'm already betrothed.”

“James doesn’t seem so happy about that either...” Pandora snickers, staring down at her drawing on her parchment. She really should start doing her homework at any moment now.

Regulus huffs, standing up, “You're delusional, Lestrange.”

“... And you have a crush on him too, Black. I know it.” Regulus left the Slytherin common room with a roll of his eyes. He neither denied it nor did he confirm the assumption.

Present time. Hogwarts Library.

“Lupin.”

Remus whipped his neck in surprise. There stood Regulus Black. The boy he hadn't seen in a while. The friend he missed.

“I forgot to give it back,” Regulus offered the book in his hand towards Remus, eyeing the empty chair behind him. “May I?”

He was so different from Sirius. Sirius wouldn't have asked, he would've just sat and started a conversation out of nowhere.

“Of course.” Remus straightened his back, closing the book he was reading. “You already finished it?”

“Yes. It's amazing.” Regulus gave him a small smile. “Thank you for recommending it.”

“No need to thank me for anything.” Remus shrugged, tapping his hands on the book cover. “How are you?”

“Fine.” Regulus shifted. “You? I see you have been commentating on the games now. Who told you that was a nice idea?” He said before Remus could reply, gaining a chuckle.

“James did, actually. He forced me into it. Your brother helped.”

“Of course he did.” He rolled his eyes, smirking slightly. Remus saw an almost fond look lighting up his gray eyes, he wondered if it was about his brother or someone else he mentioned. “You are doing a great job cursing in front of McGonagall.”

“Why do I have the feeling you are not joking?” Remus snickered as Regulus chuckled.

“Mhm,” Regulus played with the hem of his robes. “I wanted to- to apologize.”

Remus' eyes widened. “You don't —”

“I do need to.” He gave him a gentle smile, very distinct from the usual Black smirk. “I was rude to you last week and I didn't mean it. There were just some things in my head and I… I'm sorry, Remus. You're my friend, I shouldn't have treated you like that.”

“That's alright.” Remus responded kindly. “You're forgiven. I wasn't mad or anything, you know?”

“You couldn't be mad at me if you wanted to.” Regulus smirked, neck turning to the library entrance when he heard the disturbance caused by a certain group. His smile widened but he quickly hid it, standing up. “I will see you around then, Remus.”

“See you, Reg.” The boy waved him goodbye as the dark haired one walked out of the library. He couldn't help but notice James Potter with a lost gaze on the entrance. “Lost something there, Prongs?”

Peter was mumbling something to Sirius as they sat down on the table when James quickly wiped his head around, finally seeing Remus, who carried an innocent look.

“Ah, no.” James nodded to him, sitting down besides Sirius. “Just, looking for you. You're here.”

“I'm here. Yes.” Remus said. James saw a hint of something in his eyes and panicked, almost as if he had been caught for something by his own mum. He hadn't done anything.

“Where is your friend there, Wormy?” Sirius joked, not noticing the exchange between James and Remus. “Got wet by the rain?” Asked him, studied their surroundings for the paper plane Peter had charmed to follow him anywhere. Which had drenched in the rain when they were in their last Quidditch match.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Bugger off, Padfoot.”

They all laughed loudly, and not even the librarian made them shut up later. They were kicked out afterwards.

James Potter was conflicted.

He no longer knew what his body was doing at certain moments, especially his heart. Why the bloody hell did his heartbeat accelerated every time he saw green robes and dark curls?

He no longer had control of himself. He chose to ignore that for now.

“Are you ready to go?” James approached Regulus once his friends left somewhere else. He caught him alone, reading a book. It made sense that Remus and Regulus were friends, they both enjoyed reading a lot.

Regulus looked up, a slight crease formed on his forehead when his eyes met James'. He looked around, finding James' group of troublemakers a little bit far from them, talking.

“Reggie?” James lips lifted up a bit. “Are you lost?”

“Are you lost?” Regulus shot back, making a mental note to where he stopped reading to close the book. “Your friends are right there. I'm sure you didn't mistook me for Sirius?”

A roll of eyes was sent his way, “No, Reggie. You two aren't identical for that to happen. Only, maybe, from behind. You both walk the same, it is actually funny—”

“James.” Regulus deadpanned.

“Right.” The Gryffindor fixed his glasses, “We should carry on with our project.”

Regulus sighed, “James, you don't have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“I told my mother that I'd be doing a project. That was enough for her to leave me alone for a couple of weeks. We don't really have to do anything—”

“Yes, we do.” James interrupted him, crossing his arms.

Regulus gave him a blank look for being cut off. He hated when James do that, and he do that a lot.

“No, we don't—”

“I need help with the new DADA assignment and you're the best student in the class.”

A huff left Regulus lips when he was cut off again. “Remus can help you with that.”

“No, he can't. He's too busy wooing your brother to do anything else. I need your help, Reggie.”

Regulus groaned, pushing his hair back. His curls waving back right where they were before. “I don't need to know about their doings, but thank you, James.”

James took a step closer, causing Regulus to take a step back cautiously. “Why are you so far again?” He didn't need to explain it wasn't in the physical aspect. “We were having an entire conversation until last week. What happened? Did I do something?”

The younger Black slumped his shoulders, a guilty feeling creeping up in his spine. Why did he have to be so upfront about everything? And why did he have to have such pretty honey brown eyes? Slightly darker than Remus'.

Regulus realized that he had been thinking less of Remus Lupin these last few weeks. He would never admit out loud that this was thanks to the boy in front of him.

“No.” Regulus squinted his eyes at James. “Are your glasses crooked again? What did you do?”

James blinked in surprise when Regulus' fingers came in contact with his face as he slipped out his glasses.

He saw through his blurry gaze that Regulus had grabbed his wand. A second later he could see clearly again; with both lenses.

“Thank you.” James said, adjusting the glasses while blinking continuously. He was flabbergasted that he was able to see even better.

“You didn't do anything.” Regulus commented, staring down at the History of Magic book in his hands. Pandora's voice rang through his mind. James Potter has a crush on you. And you have a crush on him too. “We can meet after Quidditch practice if you'd like?” Regulus looked up, forcing his shy side away and putting his confidence persona first.

James was already looking at him. He seemed to be analyzing him, searching his features.

“James?” Regulus carefully asked.

James touched his cheek softly, Regulus almost had a combustion but didn't move, he froze.

“I hadn't see this one before,” James said, retracting his hand slowly. He lifted his eyes to gray astonished ones. “You have a small mole below your eye.”

Regulus let out a shaky breath, shifting slightly. James smiled softly. When he felt he was being watched, he looked behind the younger Black, to find Remus Lupin staring at them with Sirius, Marlene, Dorcas, Lily and Peter in a heated conversation by his side. He was the only one that seemed to realize James and Regulus at the end of the corridor.

James cleaned his throat, adjusting so Regulus could cover his best friend's vision of himself.

“We'll meet after practice, then. See you at the Greenhouse later?”

Regulus nodded and they parted after that. Werewolf's eyes following both.

Last Saturday. Seven-thirty p.m. Diagon Alley.

“Wasn't hard to figure it out, James.” Lily pulled her hair back due to it slapping her face all the time. “The way you look at him. I noticed.”

James flushed, turning his face to a clothing store. “I looked at you too. You never noticed that, did you?”

“Oh, I did. But you were annoying back then. A total idiot, too.”

James opened his mouth to protest but she carried on, “Now, you're not. You're okay, I guess. But it's not me you're looking at anymore, is it?”

He buried his hands in his jacket, breathing out as he searched around for something he didn't know what it was.

“Do you like him, James?” Lily asked, giving him a serious look. He met her gaze but quickly turned away.

“I never said I liked him. You just assumed—”

“You never denied it either.”

She giggled when he groaned.

“Why don't you act on it?” Lily widened her eyes as soon as she spoke, “No. Not like you did with me a year ago. Regulus doesn't seem like the person that handles extravaganza.”

James' cheeks were catching on fire as he adjusted his glasses, even though they barely bothered him anymore.

“He doesn't.”

“Which shows how completly opposite to Sirius he is—”

“No, Lily.” James cuts her off, tone upset. “He doesn't like me back.”

Lily blinked, then she stopped walking. James frowned when he didn't see the red haired by his side.

“What are you doing?” He inquired confused, seeing her frozen.

“Are you blind?” Lily asked, giving him a look of disbelief. James walked towards her still confused. “Merlin, James. He does like you back, you idiot!”

“Are you crazy?”

“No, but you're glasses are definitely not working. How can you not see?”

“See what, Lils?” James huffed frustrated. “There is nothing to see. We were just helping each other and now it's over because he doesn't even want to be around me—”

Lily groaned loudly, “He stares at you as if you created the bloody constellations, James.” Lily snapped, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

James narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. “No, he doesn't. And how would you know?” Lily crossed her arms, getting back to the slow walk as she ignored James promptly. He followed her quickly. “Do you watch us, Lily flower?”

“Stop it!” Lily shrieked, cheeks turning pink. “I just did it once because I was curious. You two never seemed to get along, so...” She shrugged, “I thought you were up to something.”

James chuckled, “Up to something?”

“You're always up to something, Potter.”

“Right.”

James frowned. He stares at you as if you created the bloody constellations, James.

No . I would've noticed . James thought. She's absolutely crazy.

Present day. Eight a.m. Outside Potions class.

Sirius Black didn't get along with his brother's friends. He could say that they didn't like him and that's why they didn't click with each other. But he would be outright lying; he didn't like them at all as well. The feeling was mutual.

Regulus' friends consisted of: Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Pandora Lestrange and Dorcas Meadowes. The only ones he could tolerate were the last two, given that the others pretty much held countless fights and bickerings with Sirius over the years.

Sirius decided to follow his boyfriend's advice and try to figure out what was going on in his family as of now. To better say, what was going on with Regulus and what had his parents out him up to this time. As much as he didn't let it show, he cared about his brother.

He wished he had taken Regulus with him when he went to the Potters. He did. But the soft idiot still had hope in the ones he called parents. He wondered if the hope remained after Sirius left.

So, Sirius decided to talk to the closest—nicest—person to Regulus: Pandora.

The blonde girl that carried a dreamy-like gaze and a smile everywhere she went stopped by the bookshelf Sirius was leaning into.

Her head tilted as she analysed him up and down. Sirius cut to the chase.

“Hello, Lestrange.” Sirius pretended to choose a book.

“Hello, Black.” Pandora replied, a grin lifting her lips. “You need something, don't you?”

Sirius blinked in surprise at her bluntness. “Uh,”

“You either want to know about Reggie or James is trying to know it through you…” Pandora held the book against her chest, almost jumping in her step at the excitement cursing through her body. She was absolutely right, then. James Potter had a thing for her best friend.

Sirius almost got a whiplash. James? What would James want to know about Reggie?

“Is there something happening with him?” Sirius asked, deciding to ignore the other question for now. “I heard about a rumour. Wanna know if it's true.”

“The betrothal,” Pandora frowned sadly. “Yes. It is true. Your Mother is certainly… Much. ”

You can say that again.

“He's sixteen, Sirius. Reggie doesn't want to get married.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Sirius snapped, “It's not like I didn't try to get him out of there—”

“You didn't try hard enough then.” Pandora cut him off, walking towards him. Sirius stepped back. “He's your little brother, you know? Whatever your parents did it is not his fault. Stop acting like it is.”

“He was the one who chose to stay!”

“Then you have to be the one to pull him out!” The librarian's shush rang through the library, scaring some students. Sirius and Pandora didn't care. “Try again. He needs you. He always has.”

Sirius watched helplessly as she walked away. What could he do?

Later on that day. Peter, Remus, James and Sirius' Dormitory.

James cursed when Remus said his answer for the homework was wrong again.

“You can't concentrate,” Remus observed. Suspicious.

“Why can't you just tell me the right answer, Moony?” He whined.

“Because you won't learn like that.”

“I don't need to learn, I need to pass the year! How can we all be friends if I'm left behind because you didn't help me with this single homework?”

Sirius entered the room, not sharing a mere hello as he threw himself in his bed, face down to the mattress. Remus and James shared a look, forgetting their previous bickering.

“Pads?” James called.

“Sirius.” Remus tried.

Silence.

“Padfoot, what is it?” Potter sat on the end of his best mate's bed, eyeing him carefully.

“Did someone didn't compliment your hair in the hallway?” Remus teased, knowing his boyfriend would lift his head to show his indignant expression.

He didn't.

Remus was starting to get concerned.

That's when Sirius mumbled something that was muffled by the pillow.

“What?” James hissed as Remus got closer to Sirius, cracking the bed loudly.

“Take your head out of the pillow so we can understand a word you say, love.” Remus brushed the boy’s dark strands softly. When Sirius finally moved, they waited expectantly. Remus felt a tinge of something in his chest as he saw his conflicted features.

“It’s Reggie.” Sirius explained what he said before, passing a hand through his face frustrated.

James froze.

“What? What happened to Reg? Is he alright?” Both boys in front of him looked at him strangely. He cleaned his throat awkwardly, arching his back slightly.

“Mother is trying to make his life miserable and she’s probably going to succeed if i don’t do something.” Sirius shared a look with Remus. As if asking help me, what do i do? “He hates me but i need to do something. I can’t just watch anymore.”

“Then do something.” Remus agreed, not wavering the gaze they held. He was trying to give some assurance. “You want us to help?”

James didn’t think twice about agreeing. Pretending he had no idea what was happening, even if he did had an idea; the betrothal.

Sirius wanted to break Regulus out of the Noble House of Black, during next summer. So he could pick up some stuff of his in the meantime. When Remus asked Sirius the million dollar question “ does he want to leave them?”, Sirius responded with a harsh “i don’t know .”

“Of course he does. Do you’ve any idea how much bad stuff he went through in there?”

Again, Remus and Sirius gave him a weird look.

“And how would you know this, Prongs?”

“Right.” Sirius tensed while looking at James, as if he had finally found something he didn’t like in him. Something he had never searched for but was right there all along. “And Reg?” Black narrowed his eyes, “Since when is my brother Reg to you, James?”

Maybe James should’ve stayed quiet.

“Isn’t he Reg to everyone?”

“No.” Remus really was not helping him.

“Well, sorry. Should I say the full name then? Would you rather me to act as if i don’t know your name either?”

Remus cursed under his breath after James spoke. He really should have stayed quiet . Provoking Sirius on times like this was like asking for trouble. He felt a headache coming.

“What the hell do you have with my brother?” Sirius spat out, standing up. James gulped.

“Sirius-” Remus attempted to mediate.

“I asked you a question, James!” Sirius ignored his boyfriend, who sighed.

“And I heard you loud and clear, Sirius. Stop bloody yelling at me, i’m not deaf.” James snapped. He was starting to get upset. What was this territorial bullshit with his bother if he didn’t even spoke to him face to face? Planning to break him out of somewhere he didn’t lived on anymore, how exactly would this work? How long would this good-brother-persona last until Regulus was getting destroyed again? “We talk some times. He helps me with homework.”

Sirius scoffed, pushing his hair back nervously. “Why? Why Regulus of all people?”

“He’s great at Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“Remus is too, why don’t you ask him?”

“Because i don’t want to!” James yelled, standing up too, leveling with Sirius’ height, which wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. “Merlin, stop being a fucking hypocrite just because someone was there for him when he needed. Just because it wasn’t you .”

Remus almost choked in his breath. This is when Peter walked in the dorm, happily talking about how he finally got the paper plane charmed to follow him anywhere. He stopped speaking when he noticed James falling on the floor with his nose bleeding and Sirius on top of him ready to throw another punch, and Remus tried to apart the fight.

“Wormtail, a little help?!” Lupin cried out, almost being punched in the middle. Peter unfroze from the spot and ran towards them, pulling back Sirius as Remus pushed James to the other side of the room. “Stop it! Stop it, you two!”

“Guys, what’s going on?” Peter asked in astonishment.

“How were you there for him exactly, James? Taking advantage does not require that much, you know?” Peter’s eyes widened as he held Sirius back helplessly. What were they talking about?

James almost got out of Remus’ hold when Sirius said that, anger firing through him. “I would never do that, you shithead!”

“That’s enough!” Lupin marveled, voice echoing on the room, silencing everyone up immediately. “This is childish, can’t you see? You’re making a big deal out of nothing!”

“Nothing-?”

“ I wasn’t finished, Black .” Sirius pressed his lips shut in a sneer, adverting his eyes. “What is the problem in Regulus talking to James? He talks to me, you never had a problem with that.” He turns to James’ red face, “And you, don’t judge what you don’t know. There is always two sides of a story. You can talk now, as civilized humans .”

“I don’t care because you don’t have second intentions towards my brother .” Sirius begin, directing a nasty look towards James, whose eyes rolled.

“That’s because I date you, Sirius.” Remus deadpanned.

“What does that mean?”

“What I said.”

“Who said i had second intentions? You think i’d hurt him?” James interrupted the bickering.

“You’re not fond of Slytherins.”

“Hell, why does everyone keep saying that?” James cried, “You’re not fond of them either, but that doesn’t mean i go punching every Slytherin I see in the corridor. I just fucking care about Regulus. It’s all!”

“You care?”

“I do.” James stared at the blood in his hand falling out of his nose. “And I won’t stop talking to him because you want me to.”

Sirius blinked. Remus switched the attention between the two like a match. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

“If you hurt him-”

“...Then I will throw myself out of the Astronomy Tower. Don’t worry.”

So, there was something going on. This is why Pandora mentioned James. This is why Remus stared at them in the hallway as if he knew something. Sirius had to start believing more in his boyfriend; he is not a know-it-all for nothing.

Present time. Greenhouse.

James Potter realized that Lily Evans was not, in fact, crazy.

How could you look at Regulus Black and simply not fall in love with his eyes, button nose, mouth... Everything?

He couldn’t care less about Sirius right now. Or that he was in love with his best friend's brother. Or that he's been lying to Sirius every time he asks where he runs off to after Quidditch.

Regulus was intoxicating to James. He could talk about him all day long and never get tired. Merlin, he was so whipped. And it wasn't even reciprocated. No. How could Regulus Black even feel anything for James Potter?

“James,” Regulus snapped two fingers in front of him. “Where did you go just now?” He had a teasing grin. James almost melted.

“Nowhere. So, question five, did I got it right?” James quickly switched subjects, leaning over Regulus scribbling. His handwriting was incredibly fancy. Exactly like James would think it would be. Like a true pureblood. James couldn't say that about himself, though. His handwriting was as messy as he was good at Quidditch.

“No, you mistook the spell name. But the rest is correct, so far.”

James grinned, proudly. Regulus looked up and immediate scoffed.

“That was thanks to me if you recall all our lessons?” Regulus pressed with a edge on his tone.

“Please, don't my efforts count?” James exaggerated in his gestures, leaning towards the smaller boy. “You can't simply forget all my hard work, Reg—”

“Of course,” Regulus rolled his eyes, resting his chin on his palm. “Hey, all of that flirting had to count for something, didn't it?”

James sighed shakily, studying Regulus' features.

“Why do you get quiet all of a sudden? Are you alright?” Regulus tilted his head, watching the boy's attention get lost somewhere inside his head. He didn't know it was lost in his eyes.

“No. I'm in love.” James said.

Regulus eyebrows shot up in surprise. “In love?” Then, his brain clicked and the surprise died down. “Right. Evans.”

“Not Evans. No.” James smiled at him. “Do you wanna know who it is?”

“If I say no will you move on from the subject?”

“It's you.” James let out in a daze, ignoring what he had just said. “I'm in love with you. Completely and utterly, Reggie. I can't deny it anymore.” The confession came out sooner than James planned it would. He figured he might as well get his heart broken like a bandaid. So the pain would go away faster, right?

He only hoped so.

“Are you high?” Regulus blurted out, frowning as he checked the temperature with the back of his hand on James' forehead. “You should be aware that Sirius gets his stuff from a not so reliable source—”

“What— What are you talking about?” James cuts him off, slapping Regulus' hand away.

Regulus stared at him in silence, “You're funny, James.”

“I'm being serious, Regulus.”

“No,” Regulus stood up, fixing his robe as he did. “My brother is Sirius.”

“Merlin, Reggie! Would you just listen to m—”

Regulus yanked his arm away once James grabbed it, “No. This is not funny, James! We're done here. Goodbye.”

James watched him walk away with his eyes widening. His brain and heart was a whirlwind of emotions; he wasn't thinking straight anymore.

“I love you!” He yelled, and Regulus stopped right before the exit of the Greenhouse. “I- I love you ever since I saw you crying here while yanking some plants because you were mad for what you had just seen.” James stepped quietly towards him, scared to frighten him away. He seemed to always do that. “I love you ever since we got to have a proper conversation for the first time. When I made you smile. When you let me close enough to see the color of your eyes, which still to this day are never quiet clear to me.”

“I've loved you ever since you told me to fuck off in our first Quidditch game against each other's teams. I just didn't know it yet.” James whispered the last part as he lifted his hand to touch Regulus' cold fingers. They were always cold.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” Regulus let out shakily. “James...”

“Hi,” James said, nose brushing against Regulus dark curls. “Can I see your beautiful face, please?”

Regulus turned around slowly, for James' demise. He looked up after swallowing hard, meeting honey brown orbs.

“You're so beautiful, did you know that?” James let out, brushing his thumb against the boy's cheek.

No, I'm not. Regulus' mind played.

“The most beautiful person I've ever met.” Regulus felt like crying whenever James spoke. He was so good with words. “I'm sorry if you don't believe me.” James concluded with a sad gaze, pulling his hand down. He'd rather not be reciprocated than to force himself on someone. James could settle for loving Regulus Black from afar, as he had done for the past weeks.

Regulus didn't let James turn away, grabbing his arm in impulse. They had a funny way of not letting each other go; a bit aggressive, although not enough to bruise.

“Do you mean it?”

James tilted his head.

“Of course I mean it. Can't you see?”

“You can't love me,” Regulus blurted out, shifting uncomfortable while still touching James. “Not that fast.”

James shoulder's slumped and he felt a lump in his throat. That sentence almost made him feel mad. Almost. It was Regulus Black we were talking about, he couldn't be mad at him if he tried.

“Don't tell me what I can or cannot feel, Reggie.” James said softly, a tinge of something in his voice that Regulus couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Regulus finally — or not — released James' forearm, lifting both hands to his hair and pushing it back in frustration. His gray eyes were like a storm now. James could see himself drown in them without a second thought. “You don't know me, James!”

“I do know you. The parts you let me know, at least.”

“And you think that's enough to love someone?” Regulus scoffed, “Knowing only a few parts of them?”

“Show me, then.”

“What?”

James didn't approach this time, he buried his hands in the pockets of his robes, slightly nervous. “Show me all of you. The parts you haven't let me see yet. The parts you enjoy and the parts you hate. I know you think that there's nothing to love about you,” James said, remembering a few times that he had seen Sirius break down in his arms because of his parents. He knew Regulus went through the same. And he still hadn't got out of that cursed house. He was still there. How could he believe someone could love him if everything about love that was presented to him was in form of abuse? Should he even want to be loved if it was like that? “But, there's so much good in you. So much love and care and you just don't see it. Because you don't know how to see it, Reggie.”

“And you do?” Regulus asked, clenching his jaw. It was like he was stripped naked in front of James; he felt so vulnerable with everything that was being said. Nothing being a lie, but the pure truth.

“I don't know,” James responded to Regulus complete surprise. “But if you give me a chance we can try and figure it out together.”

The Black heir took a sharp intake of breath. Pandora wasn't crazy then.

Unless this is a prank. A stupid one. And I'm falling for it. His head said and his heart fought.

Regulus' brain was worst than when his mother yelled profanities at him.

“This isn't a prank, either.” James seemed to read his mind. “I can go outside and charm my voice so everyone can hear it—”

“Stop.” Regulus blushed.

“—and then you can finally believe me—”

“James!” Regulus pushed him back when he stepped to exit the Greenhouse. This insane bastard. “Don't be an idiot.”

James blinked, eyes widened. “I'm not joking—”

“I know!” He didn't. “I know, you idiot.” Regulus shook his head in disbelief. A rush of impulse came over his senses and without a warning he was kissing James Potter. Again.

James gasped when Regulus' lips crashed against his, but as soon as he felt a movement of space he held the boy's neck in place so he wouldn't be able to step away. And he melted. He melted in Regulus' arms with his soft lips and cold hands touching his waist and his big eyelashes tickling his cheeks.

Oh my, why did everything about him had to be so perfect?

Once their breath ran out, they split apart in-between little pecks as if they couldn't stay away much longer.

“I love you.” James kissing him again, “And you don't have to say it back.” He cupped the pale boy's cheeks, making him open his eyes to stare at him in confusion. “I am not saying it so you have to say it back, alright? I won't do anything you don't want me to as well. I just love you. That's it.”

“Shut up,” Regulus begged, squeezing James' red tie between his fingers so they could glue their mouths again. James hummed in contentment. “You never make me uncomfortable, James.” But I don't know if I love you yet. I'm sorry.

“Okay.” James grinned madly, blushing when they split apart. It was his time to be red. Regulus enjoyed that reaction.

“I enjoy being with you,” Regulus began, hesitantly.

“Reggie—”

“Let me speak.”

James clipped his lips shut immediately.

“I enjoy your company,” He repeated. “But I don't know if I— I just. I just have feelings for you.” James hazel eyes glinted with something. Regulus didn't know what it was. “I'm sorry.”

“You've got nothing to apologize for.” James smiled, pecking his lips. “As long as I can be with you then it is enough for me.”

“You're such a dork, James Potter.” Regulus rolled his eyes, flushing pink as James kissed him again. He didn't back away. He would never back away.

A loud ruffling outside made Regulus flinch. James cupped his cheeks, making him look at him again.

“So, can I be your dork?” A groan and a laugh echoed through the Greenhouse.

They laid by the window to watch the stars, although the sky was a bit cloudy. Regulus nose was buried on the croak of James’ neck as the other asked him about the constellations quietly.

“Sirius is planning to break you out of the Manor.” James let out without warning. Regulus inhaled slowly.

“ What? ”

“Not only him but me and Rem as well.’’

“No. Do you know how dangerous that is?” James frowned when Regulus tried to lean away. “My parents could kill you.”

“I’d die happily. We’d be a bit like Romeo and Juliet, don’t you think?”

Regulus lifted his head to give him a glare, James’ smile died.

“Where’s your sense of humor, Reg?”

“It will be in your grave when you try to break me out.”

“There it is.” James grinned, pecking his forehead.

“Please don’t do it? Tell my brother this is the stupidest idea he’s ever had.”

“This is actually the smartest.”

“James.”

“I’m sorry.” James smiled sadly, caressing his arm. “If you don’t want to, then we won’t do it. I’ll figure it out with Sirius.” Regulus adverted his gray eyes, leaning his cheek on James’ neck. “Do you not want to get out of there?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then…”

“It is not that simple.” Regulus commented, frowning.

“Didn’t think it was. But we have our ways.”

Regulus sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, James.” He whispered.

James tightened his embrace, “You won’t. I promise. But it is hurting me to see you suffocating over there. So, i’m gonna ask you again: Do you want to get out of there?”

“I do.” He hesitated. “I do.” He said more certain, curls falling on his eyes as he buried his face on James’ neck again.

Regulus was tired of trying. That was all he had ever done his entire sixteen years of life.

He had created a lot of masks, a lot of personas to be able to cope with the world. The perfect son. The perfect student. The perfect brother . Although he had failed admirably the last one, he was still trying a bit.

Regulus held onto a tightrope most of the time, planning every step, calculating every version he would use that day. It was absolutely exhausting. Draining, even. He dreaded looking in the mirror for he often didn't recognize what was on the reflection.

It was different with James. He had never faked anything. The only version he showed was the one he carried when he was alone; the angry and sorrowful boy he truly was.

Even after seeing it, James never stepped back. On the contrary. He walked closer.

Regulus didn't try with James. He didn't try to hide himself, he was bare. He was vulnerable. And it was the easiest and hardest feeling he ever took inside his chest. Regulus had never felt at ease with someone as he felt with James.

Regulus was tired of trying. He had been doing that his entire sixteen years of life.

But trying with James didn't seem too bad. It seemed great, freeing, actually.

It didn't feel like trying at all.

#mirrorball series #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #james potter x regulus black #marauders #marauders era #the taylor swift anthology

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Love As Bitter As Coffee Part 2

Omg hi!!

I'm so sorry this took so long to write, yall have no idea. I don't know why it took so long, but it's hereeeee!

Warning: abandonment, and light NSFW at the end, angst.

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: Keigo Takami can't get too close to anyone, in fear of anything happening to them. So when he gets close to you, a coffee shop owner, things get a little complicated.

Coffee shop AU but angsty

I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1!

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A wave of guilt washed over Keigo as he saw your name pop up once again on his phone.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes closing tight as his head rang with melancholy and regret.

Why? Why was he doing this to you? You had done nothing wrong, really. If this was anyone's fault it was his own.

He couldn’t have these feelings about someone, he just couldn’t. It would put you in so much danger, it would make you a target, it would hurt you, and he couldn’t do that to you.

Moreover, he knew he couldn’t do it to both of you. His life as a hero was already so complicated, he couldn’t imagine you being dragged into it.

He didn’t want to drag you into his feelings.

He knew he was being selfish, he knew that he should just call you and explain the situation. But he couldn't.

He couldn’t find it in his heart to do that, couldn’t find the strength.

So he opted for the cowardly move, ghosting you.

Whenever a text message popped up, he would simply ignore it. Or at least, try to.

In reality, he read every single text you sent him. In a strange way, it was a comfort. To know you still thought about him.

On the other hand, it hurt. Hurt because he knew that with each text he knew you were more and more upset.

Y/N: Hey I hope you made it home ok!

Y/N: Is everything ok?? I haven't heard from you in a while.

Y/N: Hey we got a new drink if you wanna fly over and try it!

Y/N: Hawks? Are you there? Did something happen?

Y/N: Alright just text me when you can.

Y/N: I’m feeling a bit nervous here bird boy

Y/N: Is everything ok?

Y/N: Did I do something wrong?

He took a sharp inhale when he saw the last one. This wasn’t your fault, it was all his. He had flirted with you, he had made moves on you, he just never expected to become this attached to you.

His persona was meant to be charming, meant for people to feel at ease with his handsome face. Every hero had a persona, it was just necessary for hero work. A way for the people to really like a hero, but he had to keep his up a lot more.

He was the charming, charismatic, intelligent, pro hero Hawks, and his fans ate it up.

It wasn’t like he hated the persona, it just got tiring. But he found himself liking flirting with you, and he really didn’t expect that. In fact, he liked a lot of things about you, your charms, your overall attitude, your determination, he loved it all.

He shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking about such things.

At the end of the day, being a hero came above all else, and he knew the commission would not take kindly if they found out about his little distraction.

At the thought, his chest tightened.

Great, another reason as to why he had to stay away from you.

The thought of the commission finding out really made Keigo go into a frenzy, the thought of the commission figuring out who you were and what you meant to him made his stomach sink. He just genuinely didn’t want to wrap you up into all his hero shit, it took a lot for him alone to handle this much pressure, he didn’t want to dump that on someone else.

Nevertheless, he found himself thinking of you often. Wondering how you were doing, thinking about your sweet, charming voice as you teased him about work. It made his gut twist with need, it made his body feel like it was on fire, his brain was telling him the logical, right solution, but his heart was telling him what he really wanted.

And that was to fly all the way back to you, to tell you how he felt and apologize for being so cruel.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he threw himself into his work, he hardly took any time to even think about the possibility of seeing you.

Although, he never expected you to come see him…

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It had been a busy day.

Well, it was always a busy day for the number two pro hero. Meetings and hero work, they were all crammed into one day. But Keigo didn’t mind, it felt refreshing to be in the throes of work again, he felt a bit more himself.

But, with feeling more himself, he felt how much he longed for you again. He even found himself trying to convince himself to go to you.

“One visit couldn't hurt, I’ll just drop by, see how Y/N’s doing, that won't be too much.”

“I’m sure no one will notice, just a quick coffee after all.”

“I owe it to them, to at least check up and see how they’re doing.”

“It couldn’t hurt…”

But he knew better.

This was really for the best, he had to see that.

Getting you involved with someone like him was not something you wanted, he knew that. He knew that he didn’t want you to get mixed up in his life. He just couldn’t.

But as he was sifting through paperwork, he heard the hurried footsteps of someone racing to his office. And before he could even react, the door had already flown open.

“Hawks sir! I’m so sorry but I can’t stop-”

Suddenly, he saw someone walk past the poor assistant. His eyes widened in understanding as well as shock.

There you stood, in all your anger and frustration, glaring daggers at him.

He felt his heart being sucked back into his body, his mind both stopping and going crazy all at the same time.

“That's all right, you can leave us,” he signaled to his assistant.

You turned to him, taking in a deep breath, “Hawks,” he could tell right away, he was fucked. “Do you know why I’m here?”

He sighed, standing up, “Look, Y/n-”

But you shook your head, making him close his mouth. “No, you know why I’m here. And it’s because you’re a shitty friend.”

His chest felt heavy with guilt, he wished he could explain away his actions to you, so you wouldn't be so rightfully mad.

“I was so worried about you,” you said. And for a moment, he could see the sadness and sincerity in your eyes.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep composure, “But then I realized, you just left me. You didn't say anything to me, or about why. You just straight-up left! What's more, you could have just texted me. I was so worried.”

You took a deep breath, “I know that we were...maybe just friends, but I care about you. I've known you for months now, and maybe we weren't as close as I thought. But still, I was worried, so worried about you. But then I realized, you were fine, and that maybe you were just busy. And then, I realized that you were just ignoring me,” his jaw clenched as your voice broke in sadness. “And for a while, I thought it would be fine, that I could just ignore the feelings in my gut and just go along with my normal days. But I couldn't. I have to know why, and I don't care if you don't want to be friends or anything again, but you owe it to me for me to at least know why."

You sighed, “Maybe it’s stupid, but I’m a pretty stubborn person. So I just couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t confront you.”

He sucked in a breath, your confession completely catching him off guard.

“I’m-” but what was he supposed to say? Sorry? That he had fallen for you and didn’t know what to do about it? That he knew the best course of action was to ignore you?

“I was going to come see you.”

For a moment, he could see your eyes flicker. Your eyes flicker with something, a light, hope. But it quickly died out, replaced by your anger.

“Really? Because if you really going to take the time to see me, you could have taken the time to text me. To let me feel at ease at least. So I’m sorry if I don’t exactly believe you.”

“It’s true though,” he muttered, a bit to himself. “I...I missed you.”

You both stayed silent for a minute. Your voice seemed far away as you spoke, “If you missed me so much, why did you leave?”

He opened his mouth, only to close it again. God, the tension felt so suffocating.

His hands twitched, his brain searching for something to soothe you, “...I’m sorry. That’s all I can say. I’m so sorry Y/N, don’t blame yourself for anything I’ve done. This is because of me.”

You bit your lip, “So then why...give me a reason, Hawks.”

Keigo flinched, he didn't know what to say. Should he tell you the truth? Or should you lie, lie like he’s been doing this whole time.

He bit his lip, hands turning into fists.

“Because I got too close to you.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close.

He really did get too close to you, but not only in a friendly way. But of course, he kept that to himself.

“I can’t really get that close to anyone, but with you… I knew it would turn complicated, and you don’t deserve that. I didn’t speak to you because I was being selfish. I didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of my actions. So I thought, ignoring you would be the best. I thought that would be better for us both.”

You swallowed dryly as you spoke, anger still in your voice, “You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. Even if something did happen, that's not fair to me for you to decide that. You hurt me, Hawks, with your own actions, don’t try to justify it by saying it was to protect me.”

He felt his heavy wings slump. You were right, it was wrong of him to make that kind of decision for you.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you. It’s not at all right that I ignored you. I really am sorry Y/n.”

You sucked in a breath, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was now.

“I...I’m not sure I can forgive you quite yet.”

Keigo’s wings slumped with guilt as if the weight of his mistake was weighing only on his back.

“But...why don’t you swing by the shop sometime? I think maybe if I cool off, we can talk more about what to do.”

Keigo nodded, “Yeah...ok.”

You stepped back, and Keigo couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you did.

“I’m sorry...for bothering you,” you sighed, “I probably ruined your hero day or something.”

Keigo shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t worry about it, I’m glad I got to see you.”

“Yeah well, tell your assistant I’m sorry for barging in. I probably made a scene huh.”

Hawks laughed, “probably.”

You laughed with him.

If felt good, natural, he felt at ease. He really had missed you, missed this, missed your laugh and your presence. He realized he had just missed you.

. . .

The familiar feeling of the mossy grass on Keigo’s feet felt so familiar, and yet, it felt like it was ages since he last stepped foot here.

He sighed slowly, nerves eating him up inside.

To say that he was anxious would be an understatement, he felt like his entire insides were fighting him to not go in, like seeing you would be torture.

Even his outfit made him nervous.

He wore a plain gray t-shirt, adorned with ripped jeans and a black jacket. He wore his favorite pair of red earrings, just for a pop of color.

He combed nervously through his hair, trying in vain to ease his nerves.

He sighed, shaking his head.

Keigo knew he was acting like a fool, he was just going to go in, talk with you for a bit, and that would be it. He would tell you that you too shouldn’t see each other anymore, that he was sorry but it just had to be that way.

He felt bad of course, it wasn't fair and he knew it. But at the end of the day, what he said back in his office was a lie. You didn't understand the full gravity of being involved with him, you didn't understand what it would be like, and frankly, neither did he. And that's what scared him the most, was the uncertainty of it all.

As he walked into your shop, his eyes caught your figure wiping down counters, he did come fairly late, didn’t he.

Checking his watch quickly, he realized it was 8:02.

Fuck, he really did come late didn’t he? Your shop closed at 7, he really hoped you wouldn’t be upset.

You seemed to not notice him, drifting in the doorway, and although he was going to say something, his voice failed him as he caught sight of your outfit.

A tight, deep black skirt that went down almost to your knee, yet, had a long cut in the fabric that went up a few inches. And a grey fuzzy sweater with a turtleneck tucked in at the waist.

It looked classy, but at the same time not too professional.

His eyes couldn’t look away from your beautiful curves, your legs, god.

He forced his head to turn, his face on fire.

After a few more minutes, you had finally noticed he was there. “Oh!” you said, “Hawks, god, I didn’t even hear you!”

He was so glad it was dark because normally you would probably be able to see how flustered he was.

“Yeah sorry, m…my hero reflexes you know?”

You laughed, “Yeah I guess so.”

He gulped a bit as you came closer, your thighs pushing against the skirt. His breath caught in his throat at your beauty. The swell in his chest seemed to tighten and tighten every second as you came closer.

You stopped a few feet away from him, “You can come in, you know.”

“R-right,” Hawks chuckled nervously.

He could feel it, the pressure that was there, The tension between you two. It was so thick, he could probably have cut it with one of his sharp feathers.

The silence was not a comfortable one, it was more of a, ‘I don’t know what to say or how to say it,’ kind of silence.

He wanted things to be better between you two, he really did. But he knew it would be in vain. He knew what he had to do, and he knew he should just get it done with. But looking into your eyes, he knew he couldn’t. He could make up a lie, tell you that he just didn’t think it would be the best idea for you two to keep being friends. Because he knew you shouldn’t get close to him, it would be dangerous. You weren't a hero, you don't have any training in this kind of field, if he got too close to you and something happened, it would be his fault. He couldn't imagine that.

So he didn't know what to say, for once in his life, he was at a loss for words.

He made his way over to you, you had taken a place behind your little coffee bar. And he sat on one of the stools.

Luckily, you started the conversation.

“I saw you on the news… a few weeks ago.”

He looked back up at you, his face quizzical.

But you continued.

“I saw you fight that giant… numo thing. That's when I started to really worry about you.”

You sighed, “I figured, that first, you are just way too busy to hang out with me. Which was fine I get it, your job is such a hard one. And I really don't take it lightly. I understand that it's hard to be a hero, and I understand it's harder to be the second biggest pro out there.”

You looked up, your eyes met his, “And I'm sorry for the way I acted, I'm sure that there was some reason that you didn't want to see me. And I'm sure it was probably superheroic. I just… I just want you to be honest with me. it's not fair for us to have been friends for so long, even if it was for a few months, and then for you to just vanish on me. Even if you think you were helping me, I don't like that you made that decision for me.

You caught your breath, “That's really all.”

Hawks nodded, “Yeah I understand, I would hate it if someone made that decision for me too,” he chuckled, “As for the scene at my work, don’t worry about it, it’s all taken care of. If anything, it was my fault to begin with.”

You smiled, your eyes relaxing. And for whatever reason, it put him so much more at ease.

He knew he should say it now, rip the bandaid off and tell you that you couldn’t be friends anymore. It would be better, safer, easier.

But looking into your eyes, he gave in. He allowed himself to feel safe, he allowed himself to have you. At least one more night.

Soon, he couldn't stop talking. He talked about his work, his life, anything. He felt so open, he felt like it would be okay to tell you these things.

And you listened, you nodded along to his stupid ramblings. It was like he had, for the first time in his life, someone that genuinely cared about him. Keigo, not Hawks, not the hero he put out to people in need, but really him.

He realized he really did miss you, so much more than he really thought. He had met so many people over the years, so what made you so different from him? What made you so special?

As you talked, he once again noticed the way you were dressed, “Can I ask, what’s with the get-up?”

You felt a flush of embarrassment take over your body, “O-oh, well I had to meet with some executives today, for some coffee branding stuff. Boring really. But, I don’t know, I wanted to look nice,”

You looked back up at him, “It’s not too much, is it?”

His cheeks burned, “N-no! Not at all.”

But on the contrary, Hawks could barely keep his eyes off you. Of course, he was still respectful, making sure not to stare. But still, he couldn’t believe how good you looked.

He gulped, he felt so cheated by life at that moment. He knew that if things were just right, he could be the best partner to you. He would spoil you, show you off any time he got. He could actully see himself settling down with you. Something he never thought of, he, the man who was a bit too fast, settling down? Before he met you he would have laughed.

But being here, with you. He felt such a strong pull to you, and in all honesty, he didn’t care why.

He wished, so desperately, that things were different. That he could figure things out with you, that the pieces would fall right in place to make it so he could have you. So that the timing could just be oh so right-

But he knew that was naive thinking.

“Hawks?”

His head snapped up, cheeks heating up as your face got closer to his.

But you smiled, “Want a drink?”

He smiled, his cheeks still rosy, “Sure.”

It wasn't long till you brought out the drinks. The warm, chocolatey coffee kind, the alcoholic kind.

And after a while, he could tell the tipsy feeling was taking over you.

The way you kept giggling at just about everything he kept saying was a clear indicator that you were definitely on a bit of a buzz. He didn't mind, he liked the way that you laughed. It was cute, the way that your mouth would cork up, and your eyes would shine just a little bit of happy tears. He liked it that way, he liked seeing you like this.

“You’re cute when you smile,” you said, “I mean like- really smile.”

He crooked an eyebrow, “How do you mean?”

“Well, you smile a lot in interviews or in general, but it’s not the real deal you know? It’s a crude imitation of the real thing. You just look so at peace when you smile, I like it.”

He felt his cheeks heat up, just a bit, “Ha, I guess you have a point. I don’t really smile in interviews, not really anyway.”

You corked your head to one side, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I try hard to make it look better than the real thing, I suppose. I want people to feel at ease with my smile, kinda like All Might, I just want people to see me and know that I’ll keep them safe.”

You puffed out a laugh, “And a smile is going to do that?”

“You’d be surprised,” he said, “Humans notice body language very quickly. A confident smile can easily calm someone down. By showing that you, the hero, aren't afraid, the civilian won't be afraid either. And that’s what I want, for people to feel safe, and for everyone to have more time to do the things that make them smile.”

He laughed, “It’s cheesy I know.”

But he felt your hand on his cheek, “You’re a good person,” you smiled.

His eyes widened as you smiled sweetly at him.

He let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah? Thanks, sometimes…I don’t really think so.”

You gave him a light, playful flick on the forehead. “Then you’re stupider than I thought,” you said giggling.

Hawks felt his eyes soften and his cheeks becoming pink with his long-lasting smile.

You checked the time, eyes widening, “It’s late! Shouldn’t you be getting home?”

Hawks smiled, “Na, I took tomorrow off.”

“Really? You never do that?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, I mean, I’ll probably have to go in a bit later in the day, but I’m a big boy, I can stay out a bit later.”

You laughed, “Well if you can stay a bit longer, why don’t we go back to my place? I need to close the shop. But if not, I know a good hotel-”

He stopped you, “I’d love to see your place.”

. . .

To say Keigo loved your apartment would be an understatement.

His apartment was barely lived in, it was a big penthouse and truthfully it never felt like home. It was a place where he would go to sleep, eat, shower, that's it. Nothing more nothing less.

But your home felt right. The plants surrounding the living room, the dishes scattering the kitchen, even your garbage can almost filled to the brim with containers made him feel more at peace.

Your place just felt so lived in-

If he was being honest, he never had a place like this. A place that really felt like his. But here, in your apartment, it made him feel like he was surrounded by you. Like he could tell this was supposed to be a home.

“Sorry it’s so messy,” you said, “it’s probably not up to your standard huh.”

But Keigo shook his head, “No way, I love it.”

You rolled your eyes, “You don’t have to lie to me. It’s probably nothing compared to yours.”

But Hawks shook his head, “Nah,” he said, “at least your house is lived in, sure mine’s big, but it doesn't feel like a home to me. Yours feels nice, I don't know how to describe it but the feeling is there. I just like that.”

You smiled, “Well, feel free to come anytime. A new home for you I suppose.”

He felt his heart flutter at your words.

“Thanks,” he said, a goofy smile on his face.

You two sat on your couch and talked.

It was mundane, a pace that Keigo wasn't at all familiar with. To talk to someone about boring everyday shit. And the fact that he didn’t feel like you saw him as a pro hero, you were interested in him, his real self.

It was a long time till you both realized how late it had gotten.

“Jesus,” Hawks said, “it’s fucking late.” He said laughing.

You smiled, “I guess we just got carried away huh.”

“yeah….I guess we did.”

You two stayed silent, your eyes locked on his. He was so close. His body, his essence, all surrounding you.

“Y/N…”

And then, you started laughing.

You knew it wasn’t appropriate, but it just slipped out.

“You know, you came over to make up for ignoring me. Saying you couldn’t get close to me. And yet, here we are, getting closer.”

Keigo smirked, a light blush falling over his face.

You were right, the whole reason he had come over in the first place was to apologize and move forward. To tell you then that you two shouldn’t be friends.

But it was like he couldn’t stay away from you, like every time he tired, he felt a pull towards you.

He knew he should leave right now, and tell you that he couldn’t see you anymore.

But, now that he was here, he knew that would be impossible.

“Yeah, I know. But…”

“But…”

You could feel his hot breath on yours, his body pressed to yours on the couch. The heat coming off of him was intoxicating.

You wanted him, you knew it.

His eye’s found yours, “I just can’t stay away from you, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, “I can’t either.” Your eyes darting away and then back up to him again.

Slowly, his lips were on yours, hungry and needy, wanting and starving.

It was better than he had ever thought of, his mind going numb as your body pressed into his. He couldn’t even think about how he shouldn’t be doing this, he could only focus on you.

Your hands were fisted in his hair, pulling him more into you. You pulled away once, allowing for a small pant of, “Hawks,” to breakthrough.

That was it, he needed you.

“Bedroom,” he said.

You shivered. His commanding voice, it made you heavy. Just him made you dizzy. Or maybe it was the waiting, all the late-night coffee talks that made you realize how much you ached for him. Or all the tension between you two, that made this moment that more erotic.

“F-first door on the right.”

As you made your way there, lips never faltering, hands squeezing up and down, your skirt becoming tangled around your legs, making it hard to stand. But Hawks caught you, and he held onto you.

You fell into your bed with a soft thud, trapped in Hawk's arms, caged in.

A heavy pant left him, as he looked you up and down. Your makeup had become smeared, and he bit his lip, as longing clouded his mind.

How long has it been? How many times and he wished for you to be in this kind of situation? He had lost track.

“H-Hawks,” you let out.

“I got you,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “I’ve always got you.”

His lips left the sweetest kisses, his hands reached for yours grabbing them, holding them. It was all so tender, so loving, so passionate.

You let out a small whine, only to bite your lip, embarrassed.

But Hawks kissed it away, his body pressed down onto yours.

“I want you,” you said.

“You have no idea,” he said.

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clonecaptains · 3 years

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kept promises

a fives x f!reader fic~

word count: 4k

rating: m - for mild smut

summary: fives aims to keep his promise to marry you when the war is over. but things get complicated when he’s been shot. this is my fix it fic where fives doesn’t die :) pls enjoy

a/n: fives is the loml and ive been wanting to write about him for so long~~ i hope yall like this!! comments are appreciated!!

A loud knock on your apartment door stirs you from your sleep. You weren’t resting well anyways, but the bang on the door startles you. You push the covers back and feeling disoriented you rush for the front door. You fear something is wrong because who would be banging on your door at this hour. If Fives was coming home, he wouldn’t knock. He knows the entry code, it’s his place too.

You push the button, and the door opens with a hiss. You’re greeted with the sight of Rex and Jesse standing in your doorway. It’s always nice to see them, but from the looks on their faces it’s not going to be a pleasant visit.

Your face falls and you feel ill.

Fives.

“Is he alive?” you feel tears well up in your eyes and you reach for Rex. His eyes are sad, he carries a weight on him, and you know it.

“For now,” Rex winces to tell you the truth. “He’s been shot.”

Your hand flies to your mouth and Jesse reaches out to touch a hand to your arm.

“We came to get you to take you to him,” Jesse tries to speak as gently as possible.

“You need to pack a bag,” Rex puts his hand on your shoulder. “I can’t tell you why, but you need to hurry. There’s more to this than we can say right now.”

You nod and move aside so the boys can come in.

“Rex? Can you get some things you think Fives might need?” you ask him, you’re not entirely sure of the situation and he nods disappearing back into the bedroom you share with Fives. You yourself grab a bag and begin to stuff random clothing items in it, unsure of what you’ll even need.

This is more your place than Fives, he’s working constantly and only comes once in awhile when he has rare time off. But you have nothing here that really matters to you. What matters is him.

Your bag is stuffed full, and you’re flustered bringing it into the living area. A thin lacy pair of underwear hangs from the top, and Jesse quirks a brow.

“Packing the essentials?” he teases. “Has he seen you in that?”

“No, as a matter of fact he hasn’t,” your face warms and you shove it deeper into your bag and zip it tight.

“Jesse,” Rex’s voice is stern. He might have smiled before, but not now. “We need to go.”

Rex shoulders the bag packed for Fives, and Jesse takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder casually. You follow the boys, and your door closes behind you for the last time.

“Where are we going?” you ask, keeping up with their long strides.

“Can’t tell you,” Rex nods in the direction of a small ship outside your place. You follow them on board and Jesse is quick to get the ship into the atmosphere. He punches in the coordinates and before you know it, you’re off Coruscant headed out into space.

Rex sits down in front of you, and you feel queasy. You know he’s about to tell you something difficult and you’re not ready to hear it.

“You know when Fives sets his mind to something he won’t stop,” Rex smiles softly at that, knowing his brother’s determination. You smile too but a tear falls down your cheek. “He got into something he shouldn’t have, and he was shot for it. We took him off Coruscant for his own protection, and our own. If anyone were to find out about this, we could be in serious trouble.”

You nod. You won’t say a word.

“Besides Jesse and I, Kix is the only one who knows. He’s with Fives now. Get some rest, it’ll be hard to see him when we arrive,” he nods.

You nod back and take his advice. You try and sleep but to no avail. You do lie still and try to prepare yourself for what you’re about to see.

The ship exiting hyperspace stirs you before Rex comes to get you. He’s quiet and patient while you sigh heavily, knowing you’re about to see him.

The planet you land on is one you’re unfamiliar with but it’s beautiful. Trees and mountains fill your sight. The boys take your bags and lead you to a humble little house nestled in some trees near a small pond.

Rex goes in first, and Jesse waits outside with you. Just in case something has happened. They don’t say that, but you know that’s why.

Rex opens the door back up and gives you both a small nod that it’s ok. Jesse puts his hand on your lower back and walks with you into the little house.

It’s a comfortable space, and you’re greeted with Kix as soon as you walk in. He gives you a soft smile and a nod, telling you that it’s ok.

“He’s in the back,” Kix tells you and the boys let you walk into the bedroom alone to see Fives.

In a cozy bedroom, Fives is laying out on the bed on his back. He’s hooked up to a number of machines. You’d seen a medical droid in the living area with Kix, so you know he’s in good hands. But it still breaks your heart to see him like this.

His head has been shaved, and there’s a cut on the right side of his head. It’s been patched up, but you can still see some old blood that seeped through the bandage. He’s shirtless and there’s a bandage wrapped around his chest from where you can only assume is the blaster injury.

You reach for him and touch his shoulder. Then you stroke his cheek with the back of your finger. You place a tender kiss on his forehead before you lay down on the bed next to him. Careful of everything he’s hooked up to, you rest your head on his shoulder.

You fall asleep there and you don’t know how long you stay there with him. It’s Fives who wakes you. His body stirs and you gasp softly sitting up. His eyes open, you can tell he’s exhausted. Even the rich tones of his skin seem paler. But he smiles when he sees you. His hand reaches up to cup your face and he mumbles a mando’a pet name.

He falls back asleep, and you feel tears well up in your eyes again. Just a brief glimmer of the life in his eyes is enough to bring you joy and sorrow.

You think about when you first knew him. How you and your friends would go to 79’s and they would try to push you in Fives’ direction. How if he ever looked your way you’d look away and avoid his gaze. You did this for weeks. Then he’d leave for a mission, and you wouldn’t see him for months.

Before too long, he approached you. And it was his brothers teasing him. Daring him to talk to you and howling when you agreed to go out with him.

You sniffle softly with a smile at the memory of when you kissed him on the cheek, and he was quick to put his helmet on to hide his flustered face.

The boys would tell you later that you were the first person Fives was interested in that made him act like this. Usually he was smoother, more charismatic with charm. But with you? Brain dead. Just as flustered as you.

That was months ago. But it feels like a lifetime ago. He made a promise to you before his last mission that when the war was over, he’d settle down and marry you. He said this a few weeks back before he left. And now here he is, laying on a bed recovering from being shot.

You sit up and press a kiss to his lips before you climb off the bed. You’re hurting and you need some air. And you think it’s wise to tell Kix that Fives woke for a moment.

“Rex?” you whisper, and he’s quick to stand when you speak his name. “Will you walk with me while I get some air?”

You don’t want to be alone right now. Especially not on this strange new planet. And you trust Rex with your life. You don’t know this, but Fives made Rex promise to keep an eye on you if something ever happened.

Rex is right behind you when you step outside. You breathe deeply and he does too. You can’t imagine it’s ever easy seeing one of your brothers hurt like this.

The two of you begin to explore and walk quietly together.

“Fives is a good man. One of the best I know. He’ll make a good husband I think,” Rex smiles offering you his blessing.

“He told you?” your face warms at the thought of him talking about you.

Rex chuckles, “we always knew in the barracks that night if he had a date with you. He wouldn’t shut up. He told me months ago he wanted to marry you.”

You cover your smile with your hand, and Rex smiles seeing the affection on your face.

“Seeing our brothers find joy in this war is a gift. And you have been a true joy to him.”

You spend the rest of the walk in silence. Enjoying the sound of the wind in the trees. It’s peaceful. You see a few animals and some homes nearby. It’s good to know you aren’t truly alone out here.

You can only assume the boys will pack up and leave- no matter the outcome.

But then Rex gets an unexpected message that they are needed. They have to pack up that night. Kix runs you through everything you need to know about what you can do to help. He’ll leave the medical droid there with you to help as best it can.

You can’t help the tears that fall when the boys get ready to leave.

You give each one a hug and a kiss on his cheek. Thanking them for what they’ve done for you and for Fives.

Rex hugs you a little tighter than the rest, and you know he hates to leave you here alone. Kix feels a pang of guilt leaving Fives too, but none of them are even supposed to be here. Kix has already reported Fives as KIA to keep the both of you safe, but it’s hard to leave.

Then it’s quiet. It’s just you and Fives and a droid. Fives is still resting, and the droid is checking his vitals. Based on what Kix told you, Fives sustained a couple broken ribs from the shot. He should be fine, but it will take time to fully heal, and he will be sore.

That’s how you spend the next couple weeks. Fives slowly starts to heal and he’s able to get on his feet. You take walks when he feels like it, and you learn about each other. For the first time in a long time, you have time to spend together. Getting to share meals and stories and watching silly videos on the holonet.

You even find out about the end of the war when you’re here. The turn of the tide. That there’s an empire now. Fives has a hard time that day. Feeling betrayed, knowing he was right. Pain eating him up inside knowing many of his brothers are out there fighting something in their head they can’t stop. The lives that have been lost. Even the Jedi.

He’s quiet for a few days then. Trying to rationalize what it all means. And where he fits in in this galaxy.

When he comes to bed that night, you know he’s haunted.

“Take it easy my love,” you kiss his temple. His hair is starting to grow back and it’s soft to the touch. You smile at being so close to him. You’ve shared a bed with him for the last few weeks, and even before when you lived on Coruscant. But you’d yet to be intimate with him.

You’d never been intimate with anyone at all. And you know the day will soon come that Fives will be your first. And hopefully your only.

“I can’t believe the war is over,” he says gently pulling you into his arms. It’s less and less painful now to hold you. He kisses your stern brow. “And I made you a promise,” he grins.

You’ve thought about that promise every day. Especially when you thought you might lose him. But now it’s even stronger sharing a bed and all your time with him. He’s so close to you. You can feel his warmth and smell his skin. The soft touch of his lips on yours before bed.

When your relationship was new you told him you wanted him. And he told you the same. But you made an agreement to wait until after the war. You can’t really remember why now. Because when you thought you lost him, all you could think about was the moments that might have been lost. Or the regret.

But now that he’s safe, and the war for him is over – you’re glad you chose this. There’s no urgency. And you both know that once he heals, you’ll take that final step together.

And it’s getting closer. A growing feeling in the pit of your belly tells you. Fives is able to do most things now. He had difficulty staying in bed. Staying still. He wanted to get up and move. He thrives off the day-to-day chores around the house and taking care of their land that you’re not sure how Rex even got ahold of.

You woke yesterday morning in Fives arms and his hard length pressing against you. He was just as flustered as you were, but you saw the flame of desire in his eyes. And that flame licked your body all over. You were tired of waiting, but now you had to for him to heal. You would feel terrible if something happened to him for the sake of pleasure. But you could only imagine his wry chuckle in saying he wouldn’t mind at all.

“Fives?” you call to your lover this afternoon out the window. He’s in the back tending to the garden that has begun to grow. He perks his head up at the sound of your voice and he smiles warmly. With his forearm, he wipes sweat off his brow and joins you inside. “How are you feeling my love?” you ask him after he gives you a kiss. You taste the salt from his sweat and you’re aching. You need him. Now.

He knows you, and your looks. He knows what this means.

“Good enough to keep my promise,” he gives a little wink and pulls off his sweaty shirt. He only grunts a little from the movement, but it’s nothing major. You giggle at his eagerness but then feel your knees buckle at the sight of his sweaty chest. Dark hair is dusted lightly over his pecs and lead down to his waistband.

“Fives,” you moan and touch his skin. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless or touched him like this. But it feels different now. There’s a scar and a slight yellowing from his bruise almost done healing.

He reaches for the hem of your shirt when there’s a quiet knock on the door.

Fives laughs because you’ve been alone for weeks and now there’s a knock at this moment.

“Who is it?” Fives calls and Rex answers. You both light up at the sound of his voice, and Fives runs to open the front door for him.

Rex looks exhausted. He has a cut on his head in the same place Fives does. And he wears a tan poncho over his armor. Any humor about the moment has gone when Rex sees Fives and hugs him tight.

Something in you tells you that Rex has lost too many brothers over the last few weeks. And seeing Fives alive is a peace he needed.

“I came to check on the two of you,” he tells you finally. “But I seemed to have interrupted you,” he almost looks shy.

“Actually,” Fives stops and looks at you for a moment with a smile. “You might be just the man we need.”

Fives disappears into the bedroom. You and Rex exchange looks as you hear Fives clattering around. He emerges moments later in full armor. There’s a blast mark on his chest plate and you try not to look at it but it’s the thing on everyone’s mind.

“Why did you put this on?” you ask him touching his shoulder. You love how broad he looks in his armor, and you lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You love him so much and it’s hitting you hard seeing him in this armor. Just how you could have lost him and yet here he stands.

“Rex? Wanna marry us? Can you do that?”

Rex smiles bigger than you’ve ever seen, and no one really cares if he can legally or not. You’ve been married to Fives for a long time as far as you’re concerned.

“Well wait, I want to look nice too,” you stop and head to your room to put something else on. You choose one of the nicer things you brought with you when you were scrambling to pack all those weeks ago. You put it on and feel giddy with love.

Fives offers you his arm when you come out, and he leads you outside into the quiet of the woods. He takes your hands in his and Rex stands with the two of you.

“You know, I’ve never actually been to a wedding before,” Rex chuckles, getting a loud laugh from Fives. “Fives,” Rex speaks his brother’s name, and Fives stands at attention. “The Republic has fallen. We live in the times of the Empire now. You’ll always be a soldier but this time – your duty is to this one in front of you. Promise me, yourself, but most importantly to your riduur that you will protect and love with all that you have. I know you will. But it’s an order Fives.”

Rex smiles, and Fives gives a nod. He squeezes your hands, and you know he will keep his promise.

Then Rex looks to you. His eyes are gentle.

“You have been given a gift. And that’s the love of my brother. I know him better than anyone, and I know how much he loves you. I know he would do anything for you. Because I know I would if I were in his shoes. I’m trusting you to look out for him. Protect his heart. I know you have, and I trust you with him.”

By now you have tears in your eyes. But it’s more than just from love- it’s knowing that you have Rex’s trust. He’s one of the best men that you know.

Rex pauses, and steps back a moment. And Fives takes that opportunity to cup your face in his hands and kiss you deeply. Then he presses his forehead to yours and if only you knew then what the gesture meant to him and Rex.

When you part, you reach for Rex and give him another hug and kiss on his cheek.

“I owe you everything,” you tell him, and his brow is stern even with his small smile.

Fives then grabs Rex in an even bigger hug and kisses him loudly on the cheek. They touch foreheads and then Fives laughs shoving Rex on the shoulder telling him to get lost.

“We have things to do,” Fives laughs again, and Rex can only roll his eyes with amusement.

“Stay safe, I’ll contact you if I need you again,” Rex tells you both and with that he’s gone.

The moment Rex is out of sight, Fives grabs you. His hands are on your hips digging into your skin and his lips are on yours. He’s already moaning into you as he backs you into the house.

He knows that you’ve never been with anyone, and it makes him even more hungry to touch you. He’s eager and excited and between his kisses and tugging off your clothes, he makes sure every action is alright.

He’s so excited that he forgets to undress himself, and he has you naked in front of him while he stands in full armor.

“Fives,” you feel shy and tempted to cover yourself while he stands proud in his armor.

“Oh, right,” he chuckles and begins to take off his armor piece by piece. You help him in between kisses, and he sneaks little butt grabs and smacks while he can. He gets distracted easily by the sway of your breasts as you move, and he squeezes them until you squeak.

When he’s free of his armor and blacks and everything else, he tips you back onto the bed and kisses you all over. Every bit of you that he can kiss, he does. His goatee tickles and you tug on his hair even though it’s still really short.

He finds himself between your legs and he takes his time. Going back and forth between his mouth and his hands until you’re crying out his name. He’s almost too rough in his eagerness and you gasp and giggle pushing him off you. You could cry, you’ve never been wanted so much in your life.

“Sorry,” he presses a kiss to your thigh. “You taste so good,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Don’t be,” you feel warm, “I just want more from other parts of you,” you giggle when he raises an eyebrow.

He slides up your body and delves his tongue into your mouth and squeezes your breast again as he lines up with your entrance. He’s slow moving inside and you cry out in his kiss. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you tell him to wait.

He’s patient and kisses you while you adjust to him. But you can tell he’s ready to move. He grunts and his abs tighten, and he can’t help the wince that escapes his lips.

“Do we need to stop?” you ask him, your voice full of concern.

“No,” he shudders when he pushes in a little deeper. “I need you mesh’la.”

He focuses on feeling the pleasure of it and making sure you feel your pleasure. When you arch your back and press your chest to his, something about the action sends him over and he cries out in your ear as he spills inside of you.

He whispers another apology but you’re moaning and gasp when you feel his thumb press where you need him most. You find your release with a whine.

He pulls out of you but stays on you. He slides down a little and rests his head on your chest. His face nestled between your breasts and his ear can hear your heartbeat pound.

“Happy?” you giggle scratching his head as he nuzzles your breast.

“Happier than I’ve ever been. Are you?” he looks up at you, resting his chin on your sternum.

You nod and scratch his back then his scalp. “I’ve never been so happy in my life. I love you baby,” you tell him.

“I love you cyare,” he mumbles kissing your sternum before laying back down.

You don’t know if he’s thinking the same thing, you are. But all you can think about is how a few weeks ago you were laying in this bed with him hoping he would get up. Hoping he would move. Praying he was alive.

Now that you have him in your arms, you’ve never been more thankful he’s alive. But in this case, you don’t want him to move. He feels too good.

He can feel your heartbeat, and you can feel his warmth. The life is in him again and you truly have never been happier to have him alive. Heart pounding and life in his veins, and that fire of love in his eyes.

#arc trooper fives #fives #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #my writing #LKGHKGSGJK I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!!!!!

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ichorai · 4 years

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frozen hearts, flaming arrows ; p.sh

parts ; one. masterlist. two coming soon.

pairing ; fire!seonghwa x ice!reader

summary ; two enemy clans. one icer healer, one flamer soldier, one brewing war. love was never meant to be a part of this. but then again, when is love ever supposed to be a part of anything?

words ; 7.3k

warnings / includes ; cursing, violence, a make-out scene !!, future suggestive / mature content, hwa being sexy as always, ANGST okay this is a lot of ANGST and hURT, enemies to friends to enemies to lovers trope lol

a/n ; bet yall didn’t see this one coming lol but yea pls enjoy !!! im rlly excited for this series omg !!! im sorry this part was rlly short and kinda bad kkdfjdf but this is just the beginning and i swear part two will be much better !!

A snowflake glowing a luminescent blue lazily floated above your palm, multiplying into several others until you held a mini-flurry in your hand. You walked past all the frosted-over trees, huffing in deep breaths of cold air as your boots stepped over piles of unblemished snow and crispy dead leaves.

Being a healer was exhausting. Though you were still fairly new to the job, you couldn’t help but lay all the blame on yourself for being incapable of saving a life today. You just… hadn’t expected there to be that much blood. Icers had thicker blood for a reason; it wasn’t usually a problem. The head healer tried to reassure you that you did everything you could, but you couldn’t stand to be in the medbay for much longer. You needed air.

And that’s how you ended up here, head spinning dizzily as you stomped through the wintry grey forest, releasing out a frustrated groan from the bottom of your lungs.

“You’re dangerously close to our territory, Icer.” The sudden deep-timbered voice had you flinching so harshly you hit your head on an icy tree branch. “I’d watch my step if I was you.”

Breath caught in your throat, you watched with wide eyes as the Flamer stepped out of the shadow of a tree. He was undeniably handsome; his irises were dark, flecked with a fierce gold the same hue as the edge of a fire, his slicked-back hair a nightly black, and a curl of his carmine lips that was nowhere near friendly. An obvious insignia of a red flame was embedded into his unwrinkled jacket, a clear sign of this man being from the Fire Tribe.

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized I was so close to the border.” You murmured, backing away slowly. The small snowflakes that you had accumulated in your palm quickly dissipated into the air, but miniscule particles of snow still floated around you, no doubt a result of your quaking nerves.

Noticing this, the man watched curiously as a snowflake drifted by him. He raised a finger towards the ice crystal, a small orange flame bursting out of the tip. The snowflake melted into a droplet of water, falling to his feet. You noticed the snow had melted away from him in a large circle around his shoes, now standing in a patch of wet grass. Even from the great distance between the two of you, you could still feel the wavering heat pulsating from this strange man.

“What are you doing so far away from your people?”

You knew you shouldn’t be talking to a Flamer stranger. They were dangerous, and it was common knowledge that Icers and Flamers weren’t on the best terms as of late.

“I couldn’t be there anymore,” You whispered, just loud enough for him to pick up. At his raised eyebrows, you continued on. “I’m a healer. It was a lot of pressure not to mess up.”

He nodded, his curiosity getting the best of him. He stepped closer and asked, “Then why are you a healer?”

“Because I’m good at it.” The words came off far too snobbish for your liking, so you quickly added in a sheepish tone, “Also because I like helping people.”

The two of you fell into a queer silence, before he nodded, somewhat satisfied with your answer. The Flamer turned his back to you, “I best get going now. The lands aren’t going to patrol themselves. Run back to the rest of your people, Icer.”

You could feel his heat retract as he walked away. More snow fell to cover his tracks, as if the strange man with flaming eyes was never there.

It wasn’t until the same time the next day that you found yourself strolling towards the forest, back to the same spot last night, feet acting to their own accord. You paused in your steps when you realized where you were heading.

Would you really risk getting a Flamer angry at you for getting too close to their borders again? With not another thought, you pushed back the doubts and walked onwards… it wasn’t like you actually crossed the border. There was a large grey strip of forest land that belonged to neither tribe; it was far too costly to maintain and the forest gave them nothing but bugs and piles of dead leaves.

Much to your surprise, the man was already there, watching you with those glowing eyes of his. “What are you doing here?” He hissed.

“I can ask you the same thing,” You retaliated, arching an eyebrow.

The cold wind whistled as it blew past you, but you were planted firmly to the ground. He, on the other hand, grimaced quite obviously as the breeze tousled his neat hair about, sending dark strands careening into his eyes.

“I’m Y/N,” You said with a small smile. Although he pulsated with heat, that only made him feel the frigid sting of the cold wind all the more. At the sight of his shivering form, you wondered just how bad a Flamer can be.

He eyed you suspiciously before stepping forward quite boldly, sticking out a hand, “I’m Seonghwa.”

There was a strange arrhythmic thump in your chest. Now that he was so close to you, the lilith-hued snow around your feet started to wilt away as well, your cheeks flushing at the sudden rise in temperature. Icers weren’t very good with heat, that was obvious.

And when you took his hand, it was as if he was the coldest thing you’ve ever touched. But that couldn’t be it… you couldn’t really feel the cold much. Nonetheless, you gripped his palm unflinchingly, staring him dead in the eye. It became like some sort of challenge, but the both of you knew that you had obviously won. Seonghwa winced at how freezing your fingers against his were.

“Do you come here everyday?” The Flamer asked once he retracted his hand from yours to shove into the warmth of his pocket.

“Yesterday was my first time. I wasn’t planning on coming back today, but I just ended up here on instinct.” Your boot scuffed the pristine snow, avoiding the way his gaze seemed to quite literally burn holes into you.

Seonghwa frowned slightly. Funnily enough, the same exact thing had happened to him. He wasn’t on patrolling duty today, so really, he had no cause to be out here. He could be curled up with a book in front of a nice, warm fire, instead of standing in the snow with an Icer, of all people. Gods, he must be crazy.

“So… what are you doing here?” Your seemingly innocent question had Seonghwa struggling for words.

In all honesty, he had been curious whether or not you’d come back. An Icer healer in the Grey Forest was more than enough to pique his interest. Nothing remotely gripping ever happened in the Fire Tribe (other than the various men and women who threw themselves at him whenever they got the chance). He hadn’t actually expected you to come back.

“I’m… hunting.”

“It’s illegal to hunt outside of your tribe lands, everybody knows that.”

“Who said I was hunting for an animal?” Seonghwa crossed his arms over his chest to try and look somewhat menacing, but you just grinned. “I was looking for a book I lost.”

You hummed slightly, “Right.” As you waved your arm about, little snowflakes seemed to trail after you, and Seonghwa watched in masked fascination. “Can’t you just admit that you came to see me again?”

“Who’s to say that it’s not you coming to see me?”

“Hmm, let’s just say we both came to see each other. I’ve never seen a Flamer up this close before.”

Seonghwa blinked down at you with wide eyes, as if realizing just how small the distance between the two of you was. His cheeks reddened quickly as he cleared his throat into a fist, stepping backwards and almost slipping on more snow. When he attempted to sidestep the large wet puddle he’d created because of his rippling heat, his foot caught onto a tree root and he tumbled backwards. Snowflakes clung onto his dark hair and he shivered yet again. You tried to conceal your sniggers behind a palm, but Seonghwa still seemed to notice, his blazing eyes narrowing in mock-offense.

“You’re enjoying this,” He stated with an accusatory tone.

“Of course I am,” You replied through muted laughs. “I’m sorry. I would help, but I’m afraid I’d only make it worse.” To emphasize your point, you shook your hands slightly, blue crystals of snow whirling about.

Seonghwa’s fiery eyes seemed to soften at this. He pushed himself up to his feet, now shivering so harshly that you could hear his teeth chatter. You’d only known this Flamer for less than two days and yet he’d already managed to tug at your heartstrings.

“You should go back and get warm. I’ve read about Flamers and their immune systems… you guys are absolute babies when it comes to the cold.” Out of instinct, you reached out to touch his arm, like you did to most sick patients. But of course, you paused just before the tips of your fingers brushed against his jacket, curled your hand into a palm and forced it back down to your side. “I wouldn’t want you getting a fever just to see an ordinary Icer.”

Seonghwa cracked a half of a smile, shaking his head in disbelief.

But when he spun on his heel to leave, you called out before you could stop yourself, “Will I ever see you again, Seonghwa?” He stopped in his tracks without turning to looking at you. Stomach coiling into a tight knot of tension, you awaited in the palpable silence, a heavy lump forming in your throat.

“Next time, let’s go somewhere a bit warmer, yeah? Meet me closer to Flamer territory, by the river next to the largest tree in the Grey Forest. If you get to see me shiver, I get to see you sweat, Icer.” And then he continued on his way, until his lithe form disappeared behind the misty haze and the frosted shrubbery.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Just what were you thinking, agreeing to meet with a Flamer? Were you always this stupid or had you just realized now? You couldn’t believe you were spending your free time with some random Flamer from the Fire Tribe.

Thoughts of doubt swirled about in your head as you wove your way through the Grey Forest. The low rumbling of the river had you gulping down a large lump in your throat. It was already far too warm for you liking, the little snowflakes that buzzed around your head slowly melting away in water droplets. You didn’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before; not even back when you performed your first major surgery. There was just something about Seonghwa that you couldn’t stay away from… like when your Nan used to tell you no sugar candies before bed, it only made you crave for them all the more.

By the time you spotted Seonghwa leaning against the large tree, you were panting heavily, perspiration marring your skin.

“Fancy seeing you here,” The Flamer chimed, seeming to be in a much better mood now that the tables have turned. He seemed quite at ease, not a bead of sweat to be seen. “Already worked up quite a sweat, have we?”

Pathetically, you lifted your arm to conjure a small snowball, proceeding to press it against your head for cool relief. It quickly melted into a slushy of ice and water, dripping down your hair. You frowned, while Seonghwa grinned in return.

“Not so fun, is it?” He teased while you kicked off your boots and dipped your feet into the river, moaning in relief at the slightly cooler temperature of the water. You wished to make it colder, but much to your disappointment, the water wouldn’t crystalize because of how quickly it was rushing by.

Seonghwa crouched next to you, but still kept a decent length away, picking up rocks to skip across the river. For that, you were grateful, because if he made you any warmer than you were at that moment, you would’ve gotten up and stormed back to Icer lands.

“The first time we met,” You started after flicking water onto your face to cool down, making Seonghwa glance at you with curious eyes. “You were telling me to go back to my territory. But now, you made me come closer to Flamer lands. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly. “You’re just… not what I thought an Icer would be like. It made me curious.”

“And what did you think we’d be like?”

A small shrug lifted his shoulder, “Cold. I mean, not that you aren’t, but cold as in… your hearts would be frozen over as well. I grew up with stories of Icers freezing Flamers to death and placing them in their gardens as statues. But you don’t seem like you’d do that kind of stuff. Especially when you told me that you were a healer.”

“For me, everybody knew the story of how the Fire Tribe would lock the Icers they captured in a sealed room, and the snow they made would melt and they’d slowly watch as the room filled with water, unable to turn it into ice because it was too damn hot. And eventually… they’d drown.” At the last few words, you frosted over your fingers and dunked them beneath the waters’ surface.

Seonghwa’s horrified expression made you chuckle slightly.

“Well, for the record, we don’t do that. We aren’t barbarians.” His words were said huffily as he crossed his arms and turned fully to fix his rapt gaze on you.

“I know. It was merely a silly childhood legend.”

The hours dribbled away fairly quickly, you and Seonghwa exchanging tales of your childhood that only increased in absurdity the farther you recounted. He told you about his friend, San, and how they once snuck into Wind Tribe territory to steal rare Gustberries that only grew in the harsh fields of the Breezers. You told him of Hongjoong and Wooyoung, the former being your closest friend and the latter constantly getting himself hurt. Laughs and giggles and the quiet hum of the river filled the silences in between the gaps of your vivid conversations. The more time you spent talking with him, the more you found yourself growing fond of the fiery-eyed man. Who would’ve thought?

By the time the sun had already set, you and Seonghwa were sitting much closer than when you had first sat down, his heat pulsating through the air in waves. To be honest, you didn’t quite mind the subtle warmth after you got used to the initial shock, but you knew you were pushing your limits. An Icer shouldn’t be out in high temperatures for this long.

You pushed yourself up to your feet, head swimming dizzily as you sucked in lungfuls of air. Slightly concerned, Seonghwa reached out to help you find your feet, but he pulled away at the last moment, just as you had last night. The tables really have turned, you thought in mild amusement.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine…” You swayed on your feet slightly, pressing your cooler palm against your warmer-than-usual forehead.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the cold. You guys are absolute babies when it comes to the heat.” He said, mimicking the same exact words you told him yesterday. A weak laugh slipped past your lips, as you leaned against a tree branch.

Oh, everything was just too hot. You’ve been out of the snow for too long…

All of a sudden, the world was flipped onto its side, damp grass pressing against your face. You could barely register Seonghwa startled yelp before everything went dark.

“Hey. Icer, are you okay? Icer! Y/N, come on, I put you back in the snow, I don’t know what else to do.”

Though your head pounded as though someone had whacked you with a tree branch, you could just barely make out Seonghwa’s concerned tone. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with the sight of the Flamer’s handsome, yet alarmed face.

“You okay?” His words came gentle and soothing.

Puffing out a small sigh, you nodded tiredly. Being back in the snow felt much better, “Yeah. Thank you,” You croaked out sheepishly.

Seonghwa beamed down at you, before shuffling away so as the snow around you wouldn’t melt. But just as soon as the smile graced his features, it quickly dissipated into a frown, “Don’t scare me like that,” He practically scolded. “You win, okay? Next time we can stay in the snow.”

Breath caught in your throat, a heavy blush laid over your cheeks, “Next time? You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“No, I suppose not,” Seonghwa said somewhat nonchalantly, shocking you.

“I… well, thank you for the, well… uhm, getting me back,” You stumbled over your words the longer Seonghwa stared. Oh, what was this man doing to you? “I have some… healer things I need to do… so, I best get going… erm -” Without another thought, you pushed yourself onto your knees, snow crunching underneath your breeches as you leaned over towards him.

He was so warm. His face, especially, once you brushed your far-cooler lips against his cheekbone. The Flamer reared back with a ridiculous, startled expression, eyes comically wide. One of his hands came up to clamp against the cheek you kissed, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.

“It was really nice talking to you. Thank you again,” You murmured while hiding a grin behind your palm. With that, you turned on your heel and left the blushing Flamer alone in the snow.

From then on, you saw Seonghwa practically every day. Oftentimes, you’d meet in the snow and stroll through the Grey Forest until it got far too warm and the both of you would have to turn back. The moment he’d see your skin dampen with sweat, he’d have the two of you abruptly changing course, steering away from the heat of the Fire Tribe. You thought that was incredibly thoughtful of him.

Once, Seonghwa discovered a more shallower part of the river that you could actually crystalize to keep yourself cool. That day was a good day. You had gently taken his scorching hand and tried to help him run across the ice before his heat could melt it away. The two of you left soaking wet, boisterous grins painted across your lips.

Hongjoong, being your closest friend and all, was constantly questioning and badgering on about where you went every afternoon. After all, you were a healer and your tribe needed you. But, however selfish it was, you didn’t want to stop seeing Seonghwa… he made you feel things no person from the Ice Tribe had ever made you feel.

The more you saw him, the more you had the urge to yank his stupidly sharp jawline towards you and shove your lips onto his. You’d imagine the way the warmth radiating off his skin would feel underneath your frigid palms and lips. You thought back to the second-long cheek kiss you gave him a couple months back, a fond smile tickling at the corner of your mouth.

“What’re you thinking about?” Seonghwa asked from beside you, nudging you slightly. Over a long course of time, the pair of you grew more and more comfortable with one another, inching closer and closer with each meet-up. At this point, you were practically sitting on top of him, one of his legs intertwined with yours and your head laying on his shoulder, the both of you leaning against a frosted tree trunk. Seonghwa smelled of sweet, burning sugar with a heavier scent of roasted coffee beans. He also often complained about how cold you were, although his tone was always fairly light and lacked any true bite.

“Nothing,” You were quick to say, pulling your head away from his shoulder to peer up at him.

Shrugging off your strange attitude, Seonghwa glanced down at you with excited eyes, “You wanna see a new trick I learned?”

Without awaiting your answer (because he knew you’d say yes anyway), Seonghwa cupped his hands together and pulled them away to produce a thin orange flame morphed into the shape of a shooting arrow. You watched in rapt fascination as the fire-arrow spun in the air when Seonghwa whistled sharply. Then, he pushed it away to embed itself into the tree across from you. The tree’s dry bark was quick to catch aflame, but you flicked your hands and caged in the fire with frost, the orange dying out into the blackened wood.

“Learned that during archery,” Seonghwa beamed down at your bemused expression. “You know, only the best Flamers can morph their fires into shapes. It takes a lot of concentration.”

With no effort at all, you twirled your fingers to make an intricate rabbit out of ice, whiskers and fur and all, holding it out to Seonghwa with a minuscule smile. The Flamer scowled slightly, and touched the tip of his finger to the clear crystal, watching it dribble into liquid through the gaps of your palms.

You rolled your eyes to the side before leaning your head back onto his shoulder with a content sigh, “Don’t you compete with me, Park Seonghwa. You’ll never win.”

Much to your surprise, he didn’t bother to argue, and instead pressed his warm nose into your frosty hair, humming, “Yeah, yeah. And who was the one that fainted in the heat again?”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve caught more than three colds just this year! And it’s only the fifth moon, too!”

His hands suddenly darted out to tickle your midriff, to which you squirmed away with a smothered laugh.

“Hm, wanna put it to the test? I promise I’ll go easy,” You said teasingly once you managed to capture his wrists. You could feel his pulse rapidly thumping against the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know… I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me, you’re not the one that’ll be hurting.”

“Oh, you’re on, Icer.”

The two of you stumbled onto your feet and you held yourself up in a defensive stance. With a faint smile, Seonghwa mimicked your position. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very fair fight; you were a healer and he was a well-trained fighter.

But nonetheless, you were the first to throw, a frozen ball of ice the size of your fist hurtled towards him at top speed. Seonghwa was quick to react, blasting the ice with orange flames until it melted mid-air. You frowned and lithely dodged behind a tree when he reconjured his fire arrows and sent them after you. In retaliation, you quickly brought up a thick ice barrier with a laugh, smothering the thin lines of fire away with the sole of your boots.

The air was chock-full of his crackling flames muted by your snow, crystalline icicles dripping from nearby tree branches, and lame taunts tossed back and forth by the both of you as you play-fought for another couple of minutes.

Seonghwa might’ve had the upper hand in combat, but you knew how to play dirty. Just as he was stepping forward, you sent a sheet of slippery ice to slide underneath his boots. With a bewildered expression, Seonghwa flailed about for a moment, the small fire he prepared in his palm dying down to glowing embers, before tumbling down into the snow.

“That was low, Y/N,” The Flamer huffed out whilst trying to catch his breath against the pale white mound of snowflakes, glaring at you with playfully narrowed eyes. You were glad to see that he wasn’t actually angry at you.

“Do you call defeat, Seonghwa? There’s no shame in admitting it, you know!” Your jaunts were light-hearted as you walked closer to him and Seonghwa found himself grinning despite the cold stinging his skin.

Sticking your hand out to help him up, Seonghwa eyed you for a moment with an indiscernible expression, his playful nature fading away into something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Instead of pushing himself up, he suddenly pulled you down with him, a startled shriek leaving your lips and echoing across the Grey Forest. You fell on top of him with a grunt of pain, meeting his glowing amber eyes with your confused ones. During your hazy moment of puzzlement, Seonghwa tugged you closer, his warm palms curled around your forearms gently.

And then, without further warning, he kissed you. This one was nothing like the first kiss you gave him. That one was merely an innocent peck on the cheek. But this one… this one held passion and furtive desire and yearning. The both of you most definitely wanted this, it was quite clear by now.

Your senses were overwhelmed in the best way possible. All you could smell was him, the heavy undertone of roasted coffee beans sending your head into a cloudy daze. Your lips were slanted against his hot ones, noses of starkly opposite temperatures bumping against one another in your moment of desperation. You weren’t sure where to place your hands, so you balled them up against his jacket, just close enough to feel the hardness of his chest underneath.

For you, everything was hot, searing with a need for more as his plump, warm lips laid over yours. For him, however, everything was cold. The snow beneath was a mild annoyance, and yet he was willing to bear through it for you. You were equally freezing, but Seonghwa welcomed the cold for once, a dangerous ache that would grow to be lethal if neither of you were careful.

A small, frosty sigh left you when he pulled away for a second to stare at you with those intense eyes of his. You stared back with part-confusion and part-longing, lips agape. That apparently set something off in him, because he sat up with you straddling his hips, hands now encircled around your midriff as he kissed you more passionately, leaning forward so your back arched into him.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Why were you feeling these emotions for a Flamer of all people? Why couldn’t you have just stayed within your own tribe? Turmoil churned about in you as you kissed him in somewhat of a frantic manner. You hated yourself for loving it so much.

The second time he pulled away, you were both gasping for breath, lips swollen and clothes rumpled and askew. You could tell he wanted to kiss you again, and probably a thousand times after that. To be frank, that was all you wanted as well.

But you knew this had to stop. And so, when he leaned forward to capture your lips with his again, you flinched none-too-subtly and slid off his lap. An expression of genuine hurt flickered across his handsome, reddened features. A twinge of guilt gnawed away at your stomach as you got up onto your shaky feet.

“Go home, Seonghwa,” Was all you could find yourself saying with a hoarse voice. “You’re going to catch a cold again.”

You couldn’t look at him anymore. And so, you left him laying crestfallen in the snow, hurriedly making your way back to Icer lands, small blue snowflakes trailing behind you and cold tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

The next day, Seonghwa didn’t show up. You waited by your usual meet-up place, gnawing on your lip anxiously, glancing every which way in hopes of seeing the raven-headed Flamer. In the midst of your worrying turmoil, more and more snowflakes emanated from your skin and it didn’t take long for them to accumulate by your feet, completely covering your boots in a pristilline white blanket. You stepped out of the feather-soft pile, opting to impatiently trudge about in an attempt to steel your nerves.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that night. Seonghwa’s heartbroken expression was imprinted into your mind, leaving you in a mess of guilt and regret and anger.

Why did you have to push him away? Seonghwa, your first non-Icer friend, shoved away as if he meant nothing. You released a frustrated groan, smacking your palm into your forehead.

It made sense that he didn’t want to see you. If you were in his shoes, you probably wouldn’t leave your room and have the light of day touch your face for a whole moon. The idea of Seonghwa upset just didn’t sit right with you. Nonetheless, you could do little else than bide your time for him, however much you hated waiting.

He didn’t show up the next day either. Nor the one after that.

By the fourth day of waiting, you started to feel twinges of discouragement, but you never gave up, determined to set things right with Seonghwa. The niggling thought of him never showing up was one that often pestered you while you patiently awaited his return, although always quickly shoved down into the corner of your mind. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if you never saw him again.

It took just over a week of waiting for him to come back. At that point, you hadn’t thought he’d come back at all, reluctantly accepting that you’ve ultimately ruined your friendship with Seonghwa.

And so, imagine your surprise when his voice rang out through the trees, your name rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Y/N.”

Startled, you flinched so hard that your head hit a branch that hung lowly on the icy tree you were sitting beneath. It reminded you so much of the first time you met him that you couldn’t help but crack a smile after your initial pained grimace.

“Seonghwa,” You gasped, eyes round with shock and mouth agape. “You’re… you’re back!”

The excitement in your voice didn’t go undetected by either of you, but his features were set in stone, unmoving and neutral. Those blazing eyes of his seemed to bore holes into you, and you felt strangely naked underneath his gaze. You noticed that his appearance was more disheveled than ever, eyebags dark and hair not neatly slicked back like usual. He looked broken, but far too proud to admit so.

“Seonghwa…?” You stepped closer, the frosted leafy foliage crumbling under the pressure. This man was someone you deeply cared about, and you knew he felt the same about you.

So why was he staring at you like you meant nothing to him?

A shiver ran down your spine, a sensation that only Seonghwa could bestow upon you. Which was ironic, because the cold feeling that tickled down your spine was ignited by a man with powers of fire and heat.

You and him didn’t belong together. That was clear as day by now.

“Seonghwa,” You mumbled again, reaching out to him once close enough.

He shut his eyes as if looking at you were torture. It stung more than you liked to admit, so you retracted your fingers, clenching them into a fist and dropping them back by your side awkwardly. The air was so tense, so utterly uncomfortable, you could feel the crack in your heart splinter into more branches.

“Stop saying that.”

“Saying what?” Your bottom lip trembled. This wasn’t the Seonghwa you’ve grown to be so fond of. This man scared you. You had half a mind to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense back into him. Where did your Seonghwa go?

An angry huff escaped his lips, misting visibly out of his carmine lips. The very ones you kissed a little over a week ago.

“You can’t… just… don’t say my name. Please. We can’t be like that anymore. We can’t do this. We can’t keep seeing each other.” Seonghwa’s stoic mask disintegrated into raw emotion. He looked to be on the verge of tears, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you mirrored the same exact expression.

There was a part of you that wanted to yell and scream and throw sharp icicles at him until he had no choice but to run back to Flamer territory. Anywhere, as long as it was far away from you. The other, more rational part of you, whispered that he was right. After all, you were the one that pushed him away first. It was only fair.

A broken bone won’t heal if you keep putting pressure on the wound. Being a healer, you couldn’t just ignore your own teachings.

But for just once in your life, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to hold Seonghwa tightly in your grasp, no matter how dangerous it was. You wanted to call him yours, and you wanted to be his. You wanted to kiss him again, despite the small action being the ultimate downfall for the both of you.

And so you found yourself croaking out, making sure to emphasize his name, “Seonghwa, you know just as much as I do that there’s something here between us. You can’t just ignore it and toss that all out the window!”

His face screwed up in an effort to keep the onslaught of tears at bay. Perhaps what he felt for you wasn’t yet as strong as what he’d call love, but he wasn’t very far from it. He cared too much for you, so much more than anybody else in his life.

He needed you. And because of that, he had to let you go. Fraternizing with the enemy wasn’t something to be taken lightly. If his tribe knew about this little escapade of his, they’d have his head and would finally have a good enough reason to declare war. Regardless, it was only a matter of time. The Fire Tribe has hated Icers for centuries and centuries, teetering on the brink between neutrality and complete bloodshed.

“We have no choice,” The words were said in a low tone, rumbling deep down in his chest. Seonghwa shuffled closer, so close that you could feel his familiar heat wavering against the ice once again. You longed to reach out and place your hand on his chest, feel his heart thumping against his ribcage frantically, just as yours was. “Do you know what they’d do to you - to us - if our tribes found us together? It’s too risky, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

“I’m a healer. I can take care of myself! And we can just stay careful like we always have. Besides, people rarely come into the Grey Forest anymore!” Your words came out fast and jittery and panicked. You thought that you had already come to terms with losing the man that stood in front of you, but you were far from acceptance, you knew that now.

Seonghwa carded a pale hand through dark strands of hair, “I’m sorry, were you not the one that told me to go back home? You started this. You wanted this!” He was so agitated that when he swung his arm back to his side, small crackles of fire lit up his fingers.

Something inside you snapped, “I most definitely did not! It was just… all too sudden and I needed time to think. Now that I’ve already thought, there’s no need for us to run away and never see each other again! You’re overexaggerating, Seonghwa.”

“No, you don’t get it. Don’t you know, Y/N? Our tribes are verging on war. We’re supposed to be enemies, you and I. Don’t be daft!” His voice raised a notch or two louder, and you found yourself shrinking into yourself.

Tears pricked your eyes and you looked away from his fierce gaze, “We don’t have to be a part of that. We can just -”

“Just what? Pretend? We can’t play picnic in the forest and act like our people aren’t planning to slaughter each other!”

“You know what?” You shouted so loudly that the birds nesting on treetops fluttered away, a mass of dark wings and agitated squawks. “If you want to walk away from this relationship, from me, then go ahead! I won’t stop you. Fuck you, Seonghwa. Fuck you for throwing this away the moment it became something more.”

“You were the first to push away!” He protested, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Well, I’m sorry!” You cried out, furiously swiping away the tears that dribbled down your cheeks. “I’m sorry I was scared! I’m willing to try again, but you’re not giving me the chance. I waited for you every day, you know.”

“I know. I saw,” He said, suddenly quiet. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

The two of you stared at each other defiantly, heavy breaths misting the air in front of you. His nose was tinted a deep pink, no doubt because of the cold.

“I’m leaving,” Seonghwa said after a long while. “And you shouldn’t come back here. Ever. I need you to know, Y/N. I’m doing this because I care about you. I expect you to do the same for me.”

Then, after casting you a forlorn expression, he tore his blazing eyes away and stiffly swiveled around in the snow. A gust of wind tousled his hair and he blew out a sigh of pale white mist. The cold made his nose red, and you subconsciously noticed the way he shivered slightly, brushing snowflakes off his sleeve. You’d miss that.

You’d miss him.

His heat grew fainter as his long strides took him further away from you. Your tears had crystallized on your cheeks uncomfortably, a frozen reminder of what you’d lost. You had half the mind to storm right up to Seonghwa and force him to stay here, by your side. That was the child speaking within you, however, and you were no longer a child.

Flicking the solidified salt water on your cheeks away, you did just the same as Seonghwa had minutes ago, trudging your way back to Icer lands. Little did either of you know, the two of you cried fresh tears along the whole journey back.

The last time you ever stepped foot in the Grey Forest was just the day after. Your eyes were puffy and aching, hair a terrible mess, and a wax-sealed envelope was tightly clutched in your hand.

There was a chance that Seonghwa would never come back. In fact, it was most probable that he’d never get the precariously written letter you left by the usual meeting place, considering what he told you yesterday.

Fond memories sunk its sharpened claws into you, stealing away your breath as you cupped both hands over your mouth, overwhelmed in every way possible. You were far too drained to cry, having emptied away all your tears the day before.

And so, you brushed stray snowflakes off the periwinkle-hued wax stamp, placing it down by the tree stump where Seonghwa usually sat.

Then you muttered a quiet, broken goodbye, stomping back to Icer lands. You were never going to see Seonghwa again.

Dear Seonghwa,

I know you told me to never come back. I won’t, I promise. I just wanted to leave the letter because… we never properly got to say goodbye, did we?

Well, congrats, you big dummy. You’re right. You always were, and you always are. We were never supposed to be friends. I mean, I suppose we’re enemies now, aren’t we? It was quite the foolish fantasy we had going on there, huh? I get it, we have to stay loyal to our respective tribes, we can’t risk getting caught, so on so forth. I just hope that when war is declared (which doesn’t seem to be long from now, to be quite honest), I won’t see you on the battlefield. I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.

So, I guess this is goodbye. It’s a little hard to believe that I won’t ever get to see your stupid face again. Remember when I threw a snowball at you so hard that it broke your nose? You panicked and blood went splattering everywhere and it didn’t stop until I got you to calm down. For a highly-ranked Flamer soldier, I’d expect you to be less squeamish at the sight of your own blood. It’s alright, though. As a healer myself, blood still freaks me out just a bit.

I thought I ruined your pretty face for all the poor ladies and gents who were mad in love with you back at the Flame Tribe, and I felt so guilty. And then you smiled! I remember feeling envy and astonishment at the same time because how the hell could one look pretty while smiling through a broken, bloody nose?

I’m glad I didn’t ruin your face, though. You’d probably get really mad at me if I did. But you would’ve forgiven me eventually, right?

Frankly, I don’t know if I deserve your forgiveness for what I did. And no, I’m not talking about hurting your precious face (they say a once-broken nose makes a man more attractive!). I’m sorry for pushing you away, Seonghwa. Really, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was scared and I needed time to think. I hope you understand that. If you don’t, that’s okay as well.

If I could rewind time, I wouldn’t have stopped kissing you. I could’ve carried on for days and days and days on end. Did you know that you’re the second person I’ve ever kissed? Don’t ask about the first, drunk Wooyoung isn’t really something to brag about. Well, for the record, you were the first kiss I actually enjoyed. Congrats.

Of course, all this doesn’t mean that it was entirely my fault. I waited for you for a week, and you did nothing but hide behind trees and watch. That was real shitty of you, to put it plainly.

I’ll miss you, though. I’ve never felt this way about any Icer and I doubt I ever will. Of all people to set my sights on, it just had to be a Flamer. What rotten luck we have.

Goodbye forever, Seonghwa. Stay safe, alright? For my sake.

With much love,

Y/N.

Seonghwa read the letter through so quickly that his pupils seemed to be moving at lightning speed. Then, with a numbed heart, he read it a second time, this time much slower.

By the third time he reread each of your carefully handwritten words, warm tears of salt water were running over his cheeks. His face had grown considerably hotter, the salty liquid steaming misty tendrils against his skin. He was angry. So, so ridiculously angry. At himself, at this stupid rivalry between the tribes, at you for being so goddamn perfect. Of course you’d managed to squeeze in jaunts and jokes in a farewell note.

There was a part of him that wished he’d never come back to the Grey Forest and found the letter. Fat droplets of his tears trickled down his jaw and soaked through the parchment, marring the intricate ink characters. With a gentle sigh, Seonghwa brushed the dampness away and stiffly flicked his wrist.

The letter burst into glowing orange flames. And Seonghwa watched on, stifling down the urge to break down into a fit of chest-wracking sobs, until your goodbye was nothing but a measly pile of blackened ashes on his palm.

#ateez x reader #ateez seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez #park seonghwa #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #ateez x you #ateez fanfiction #ateez seonghwa #ateez fantasy au #ateez imagines #ateez angst #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa x you #ateez fanfics

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words-for-holland · 3 years

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Always Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Sometimes dating a celebrity is hard...but Tom & Y/N have always said no matter what happens they could get through anything. Some angst but a lot of fluff.

A/N: So sorry for leaving yall hanging! Life is just crazy right now and this blog needs a lot of TLC tbh!! Also ehh I def dont think this was my best work but enjoy?

“Oof” Y/N lets out as she plops on to her boyfriend who was lying comfortable on the couch. Tom groaned at the impact with a cheeky smile on his face, his arms instantly wrapping around Y/N’s frame.

“Y’know..there are empty seats right there.” The soft brown-eyed boy gestured with the flick of his thick head as Y/N raises her eyes looking down at him, pretending to be slightly offended.

“Oh I see how it is then. It’s cool...Ill just cuddle with Tessa instead. I know she would welcome me with open arms instead of—” As she slowly starts getting off his chest, Tom is quick to pull her back in, securing her with his strong arms. “No baby, I was just kidding. I want you right here, and Im never letting you go.” he pleas.

The only thing Y/N could manage was letting out a fit of giggles into his chest, a sound that Tom adored and would do absolutely anything to hear every minute of every day. They stay like this for a while enjoying the feeling of each other as they both run their hands into each others hair, the feeling of their chests moving up and down, the subtle thumps of their heartbeats, and the little slips of adoration that came out of their mouths. It was peaceful. A moment that nobody could really take a way because it was theirs.

Y/N casually pulls up her phone, and scrolls through Twitter when she noticed a particular tweet on her timeline. Her eyebrows furrow, as she read the 160 character message.

Why Tom Holland Should Be With Aaliyah Cole and Dump Y/N: A Thread.

She knew it wasnt a good idea to open up the thread. She knew very well that everything within the shallow string of tweets would be a complete waste of her time because it was made up by fans who just wanted to satisfy their fantasy of shipping Tom with his co-star. Who can blame them? They always had great chemistry, but it was part of the job and thats all it would ever be.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Tom murmurs, as he places soft kisses at the crown of her head. “Whats going on?” She was lucky her phone was facing away from Tom, quickly closing the app and pretending to be on one of her many tabs in Safari.

“Mmm..nothing.” Y/N lies softly, a tight-lipped smiled plastered on her face.

“Absolute bullocks. Youre not a very good liar.” He chuckles. “Tell me darling. Whats on your mind?”

Y/N rolls her eyes in response. She’s heard that comment one too many times in her life from everyone shes known. After not giving it much thought, she gives in, sighing heavily. “Dont judge me for what Im about to say.”

“Mmm...I think it might depend on wha— Ow” Tom reacts as he playfully rubs the side of his chest that Y/N hit. “Okay too soon for jokes. Go on.”

Again, Y/N sighs as she props herself up. “Its just ... well a lot of your fans keeps talking about wanting you to get with Aaliyah.” She looks down trying not to make eye contact with Tom, who she’d imagine was looking at her with annoyance.

Tom rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness. Not so much at Y/N but the fact that some of his fans just didnt want to accept the fact that he was happy with Y/N. If it had to come from his mouth to stop the stupid rumors and give his girlfriend peace, then hed gladly yell it from the rooftops for everyone to hear. “Thats it Im making a statement about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in fear, scrambling to prevent him from grabbing his phone on the table next him. “No no no no.” She repeatedly declines. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Darling, Im not going to stand here and watch you get all insecure because of their delusional ship.”

“Yeah well Im not gonna be the reason your fans hate me because Im getting in the way of your friendship with Aaliyah Cole.” She fires back.

Tom was ready to open his mouth only to be cut off once again. “And you know better. That is how your fans will always see it.”

“Okay, are you done?” He calmly asked, cautiously observing her. Rarely did Y/N ever get worked up about anything, but when she had her tangents, Tom always made sure she got off everything she needed to say before he becomes her voice of reason.

“Yeah, I guess.” she says feeling defeated. “Look its whatever and Im tired, can we just let this go and forget this whole conversation even happened?”

Tom was unconvinced, but didnt want to push her further. So reluctantly, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Y/N as they both tried to lull themselves to sleep.

***

Y/N wasnt sure how she ended up in the Tube. It was strange how the lights flickered off the rusted tile floor. The train was no where to be seen, but off to the side of the railroads was pitch black, she could hardly see beyond. To her right she noticed herself standing in the corner of the room, and to her surprise Aaliyah was there. Her milk chocolate kissed skin, and fashionably long frizzy hair dropped down past her shoulders. Her figure long and poised, as she wore a rain jacket and sweats. An outfit only she could pull off and make it look like she was a model for Vogue. Aasliyah smiles brightly at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She says cheerfully as a genuine friend would.

To Y/N’s surprise she greeted her back in the same tone. “Hey Aaliyah...uhh whats going on?” Y/N wasnt sure if she wanted the answer of how they both ended up in the Tube or if she truly wanted to know how her day went.

“Well Im getting ready to present at the Oscars.” She replies, a smile plastered as if she was so excited about it, almost too excited like she was keeping a secret.

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Im so proud of you Aaliyah! Who are you taking?”

Aaliyah pauses for a few moment looking back and forth, making sure no one else was around. “Okay can you keep a secret?” She whispered.

Y/N nods her head slowly, not having the slightest clue of what was going on. “Im taking Tom. I think he really likes me, and well...I like him too! Do you think maybe I should ask him when we go?” Aaliyah asked genuinely. It was almost like she had no recollection of Y/N and Tom being a couple. “I think we would look good together. Everyone is already making rumors and ships about us.”

Y/N backs aways lowly only to bump into a broad figure. As she turns around she sees Tom, emotionless and almost sad. “Y/N.” He speaks out. “I dont think this is going to work out. Im leaving you.”

Y/N’s heart quickens, and her breaths become shorter as she tries to find a way to run. Running and running into the darkness, until all she could hear was Tom’s faint voice calling out her name.

***

“Y/N! Y/N! Baby wake up please.” Tom cries as he gently shakes his girlfriend from her disturbed sleep.

Quickly Y/N opens her eyes and clutches on to Toms hoodie firmly. Back home, and in Toms arms. It was a dream was all she thought. A sigh of relief escaping from her mouth.

“Darling...” he speaks softly, worried about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him and nods frantically. “Mmm..bad dream.”

“Yeah it seemed like it. You were so frightened...I was scared. What happened?” He’s looking at her, trying to read her saddened eyes, wanting to desperately understand what scared her so he could make it all go away for her.

Y/N looks down at her fiddling hands, as she sits on the couch. “I uhh...” she lets out a chuckle, thinking of the ridiculousness of it all. “I uhh...dreamed about Aaliyah going to the oscars and saying how she loved you and how you two are perfect for each other. When I turned around I saw you but you werent happy and said you were leaving me.”

Tom doesnt say a word, all he could think about was how sorry he felt to put Y/N in this position. Though both of them knew, It wasnt Toms fault, or anyone’s for that matter. Feelings are feelings and that was okay. No human being was ever born perfect and without insecurities.

Y/N always tried to be a good sport with situations like this knowing every shippers theory and evidence were hardly ever true, but at some point there was only so much she could take before it all came out like an oil spill. Maybe it was a sign that she wasnt good enough to be with Tom if half of his fanbase thought this way as well.

Tom cradled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Darling, I know youre still doubting yourself about all of this, but please believe me when I tell you that I love you so so much and no matter what happens...Im always yours.” He whispers gently in her ear. “It was only a dream and these ridiculous rumors and theories are just that. No one woman in the world could ever make me feel the way I feel for you.”

Y/N blinks softly, as she stares into space. Afraid and in a weird way ashamed, its funny how something so small and so minimal could affect her self-esteem so greatly. Tom gently brings her head up, so her eyes can meet his. He rolls his thumb on the bottom of her soft lips. “Hey, I love you.” Tom smiles.

Time stopped for the both of them the moment Y/N looked into his eyes, she felt safe. All the bad words and thoughts slowly disappear. Tom was right, none of the things that anyone said about their relationship mattered. She knew Tom loved her, and how much she truly loved him. Isnt that enough? Of course not. It was more than enough. A smile slowly forming on Y/N’s face. “Theres that smile I love so much.” He comments.

“Im sorry, for being such a —”

“No. Its okay. You have a right to feel the way you did.” He picks up her hand and leaves a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” She says pressing her lips to his. “I dont deserve you.”

“Darling, its me that doesnt deserve you. Im always yours.” Tom proclaims as he kisses her back.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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Summary- going on a date

Character(s)- Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Mina Ashido, Aizawa Shōta

Warnings- just so one comes for me, everyones aged up!!, besides that none :)

Notes- ahh look at me trying to expanding my fandoms

Kaminari Denki

Definitely an arcade date. A simple yet fun idea.

Of course when he invites you, it mostly as a joke. He’s not expecting you to actually answer. But when you did this man is like so excited. If he could he would’ve planned the date that day but of course he waits till the weekend.

It’s a casual date, nothing to fancy just the 2 of you enjoy the little things. It’s one of those dates that feel like a date yet at the same time doesn’t.

It’s like those dates y’all see in like those cheesy romance movies. It’s a very cute date 🥺💕

Of course y’all don’t spend the whole date at the arcade, it was just the first out of many spots. Y’all basically play till y’all can’t anymore then go out to eat.

Y’all end up chatting about anything and everything, whatever topic pops up yall talk about it. At one point you make him charge you phone, limited his ability to talk. But you end up talking the most anyways.

After y’all had eat and enjoyed a dessert or 2, the 2 of y’all go a goof off at some random park. Talking on the swings, climbing up the monkey bars, petting to local cats.

Over all the date was just a simple one but it was probably the best one Denki has ever had and will have.

Before the date, he knew you only as a classmate, not knowing the small things about you. After the date he learns and remembers all the little things about you.

Your favorite color, your dream pet, what you what to do as a side job, how you wanna help people. All the little things.

Denki felt so unbelievably happy when the date was over. He hasn’t be on many dates before more like none so going on a date with you, and it being an actual date made him so happy. Y’all are definitely gonna be going in more dates from now on

Kirishima Eijiro

Unlike Denki, dates with Kirishima take a bit more time to plan. Kirishima loves to go hiking, so why not go on a hiking date with him.

You honestly had never been on one so you have no idea what y’all would even do but you decided to go along with it. It something new for you to try and plus Kirishima seemed really happy when he was talking about it.

You clearly underestimate him and the date. By a lot. To start of with, y’all met up together just as the sun had reached over the horizon. It was to early.

2nd, he just had to pick the most ‘manliest’ trail. It was an gorgeous trail, don’t think it wasn’t. There were so many animals, birds, and beautiful flowers. But also bugs, and awkward wooden stairs and rocks, and a lot of walking. At that point you weren’t sure if this was a date or extra training.

However, you went along with it. Although it wasn’t your thing, it was nice change of pace and something else fun to try. The date wasn’t bad either, the two of y’all cracked jokes, chatted about the latest gossip at the school and about y’all’s works study, and just talking about random topics.

At one point y’all ended up holding hands and walking shoulder to shoulder, until however the 2 of y’all didn’t even know how or when y’all did it. The only time y’all noticed it was when Kirishima tried to head off into a bush to pee but next he knew you just continued to follow him. His flustered face was so unmanly.

After hours and hours of talking, sunset came and you noticed that y’all weren’t near the entrance of the trail. You brought your concern with him, but he simply smiled, grabbed you hand once again and asked, “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

There was no way you couldn’t trust that smile. So you continued to follow him until the sun began to dip under the horizon. And an hour before the light had disappeared completely, Kirishima brought you to a lovely field and a small picnic area

You were speechless, you were definitely not expecting that. It was so strange yet cute. So while you stood there, speechless, Kirishima began to unpack a bunch of snacks, of course ones that didn’t need to be referated. Once he set them all out, he looked back at you and smiled sheepishly, “Hehe, I hope you don’t mind a pinic date.”

and of course you loved it. The date lasted on for about 2 more hours before yall decided to head back. Although the walk back was scary and surprising a lot shorter bc he apparently knew a short cut, it was still fun. The date was very new and nice, it was very different from any date you went on before. So this just might become a regular thing for you.

Mina Ashido

a night out on the town all the way. Kinda like Kaminari but not at the same time...

Even though the date is technically at night. The 2 of y’all spend the day together anyways. Not going out and partying, but lazing around the house doing nothing. Mina liked to call it your girl time where y’all gossip, watch rom-coms, fantasize about the future, sending each other memes, simply stuff like that.

It wasn’t until around 5 when the date was finally starting. Y’all would get all dressed up, do each other’s make up, complement the hell out of each other, flirt, and try on like 5 different outfits before finally heading out.

The night started off relatively calm. The 2 of y’all would start the date off by going out to dinner at a somewhat fancy restaurant. Where y’all would continued to gossip and talk about random things.

After the dinner date the 2 of y’all would sneak off to an ice cream parlor and enjoy an ice or 2 together. Completely ruining y’all’s outfits. Besides the dinner date and the ice cream, everything after that wasn’t planned at all. It was all up to Mina where y’all would go.

To the club! Is the first place Mina’s gonna drag you too. It was popular club too where citizens, heroes and even villains would attend. The only rule that’s enforced at the clubs is: no sharing your real identity with a stranger. Besides that it’s a free for all.

Dancing, drinking, partying. They do it all, and y’all definitely do it all. Of course still having a sense of responsibility, y’all don’t drink too much but y’all definitely make that up on the dance floor.

While dancing you even ran into a few friends and decided to join their little party. Y’all did everything: drinking games, dance, encourage fights, ate till y’all couldn’t stand, threw it all up in the bathroom then did it again. You were pretty sure you saw some people from the league of villains but who cares. You were on a date not a night patrol.

Of course y’all aren’t super human well technically you are butttt so eventually even y’all had to call it quiets. It was around 3 am tho. It was a good thing that y’all didn’t have work in the morning. So the 2 of y’all said you goodbyes and slowly stumbled y’all’s way back to your apartment. Both of y’all took turned carrying each

As soon as y’all go home y’all had enough energy go pull off your outfits before crashing on the bed make up and all. The next morning, or next afternoon Mina was the first to wake up so she was quick to get dress and clean up before she began to make breakfast for you and a hot drink. When you woke up Mina was quick to check up on you and make sure you were feeling ok.

Once again y’all spent the day doing nothing and relaxing with each. And after a night like that, y’all couldn’t ask for more.

Aizawa Shōta

This man is like so romantic...when he wants to be lol. It really all just depends on his mood. Normally a date with him would be a very simple and easy going one.

Because he is a teacher, there’s a lot of time where’s he stuck grading papers and when that happens, He loves to cuddle up with you under a blanket and while you watch a movie or read or play on your phone he’ll grade the papers. Taking many breaks of course.

Most of the time his breaks will consist of him complaining about how one of his students didn’t get a question right or didn’t even answer it or just put something crazy. Most of the time he’s not to talkative but when it comes to school, especially his students, he won’t shut up. So you let him rant, you enjoy hearing this stories too anyways. His students are amazing.

Occasionally if it’s a simple worksheet with an answer sheet he made before hand, He’ll make you grade the papers while he sleeps or does something else. You love when this happens cause then your can give them a few extra points just bc.

Of course the date is not grading papers with him. The date comes after. Once all the papers are graded, the 2 of y’all would put in some relatively decent clothes and head out to the nearest coffee shop. A chance to get y’all out of the house and a nice breath of fresh air. Normally it’s your idea to go on the date but Aizawa always loves it.

Once y’all reach the cafe that’s when Aizawa would normally take over the date. He’ll either find something else he wants to do like see a movie or take a walk in the part the. Something he’ll just want to go back to the appointment and just sleep and relax.

It really doesn’t matter what y’all do. Aizawa’s the type of person to just savor the time spent with you. As long as he’s with you he doesn’t mind what y’all do. With thag in mind, he would prefer to just lay around the house and cuddle but he’s also open to your date ideas.

Like I said before Aizawa can be one hell of a charmer when it comes down to it. So when y’all go on actually dates. He knows exactly how to dress, act, and what do it. It’s almost like a completely different person but his lazy reaction remind you he’s still the same man you fell in love with.

Even the romantic dates are simple, going out to eat at a fancy restaurant and going out for a walk hand in hand. If y’all do something too exciting, he thinks it will take away from your beauty and distract him so that he’a not focused on you. So he keeps the dates simple so that he won’t have any distractions from you.

To others y’all’s dates might be too simple and boring, but y’all love them. The dates aren’t about seeing how much y’all could do together, it about spending time with each. So if all y’all do it go off to some cafe that’s around the block and talk, y’all are completely happy and satisfied.

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa x reader #mina x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #kirishima eijiro #mina ashido #aizawa shouta #unknownwriting💕#mha x reader #bnha x reader

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Lovedust Pt.5 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: Y/N invites Josh over to work on a project while Peter goes back to his Spiderman duties which sends Y/N into a spiral.

Word Count: 4.6k

Author’s Note: WOWIE I really stayed up all night to finish this ha. Anyway! This gives more backstory about Y/N and what happened with her biological parents and ughhhh things are moving yall! Also leave comments if it’s good and if it’s bad also leave comments 🥰

Warnings: Mention of blood, death, panic attack, ANGST

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||

part seven || part eight || epilogue

Even though the Avengers Complex was your home, it was much more than a place where you crashed after school. You had to keep in mind that to any normal person, the idea of seeing alien technology in use or friends from galaxies away wasn’t an average Thursday.

You never thought any of this was particularly strange until now as you got the text from Josh that he was parked in the back lot of the building like you had told him to.

Since you and Josh were partners for anatomy, you thought it would be obvious that you would be staying at his house to work on your project but your dad had other ideas.

The sheer thought of you going to a boy’s house to “study” was absurd, especially since Josh’s parents were always out of town for business. You never thought your dad would ever let any of your friends into the complex, especially a boy but in the name of science, it wasn’t too hard to convince him.

You quietly opened the side door as Josh slid in behind you and let out a low whistle.

“ Not too shabby Stark, although I gotta say, the lawn is looking a bit wild,” Josh smiled as he readjusted his backpack straps,” if you need me to come over to cut it, I charge $9.00 an hour.”

“ In that case, your first shift starts next week,” You teased as you led him to the main set of elevators in the building.

You couldn’t help but feel on edge as Josh followed close behind you. You had never brought anyone over and you were scared that bringing Josh would make things turn into a big deal. You knew how protective some of the other Avengers were of you and you just prayed silently that you wouldn’t run into any of them, especially Peter.

You weren’t sure how Peter would take it if he found out you and Josh were getting closer.

Peter was in a fragile state and who knew what little thing could set him off. You were even more worried that Peter would find out about the party tomorrow night because it wasn’t like you could invite him along.

The idea of mixing hormonal teenagers and alcohol was a recipe for disaster but the damage that could be made from Peter’s self-destructive state could be even bigger.

As much as you knew how badly things could turn out with Josh in the complex, you knew you couldn’t let Peter’s actions affect what went on in your academic life and at the end of the day, Josh was just a classmate.

Josh looked all around him, taking in everything from the colorful array of gadgets neatly built into the walls to the natural light coming from the sleek windows.

“ I feel so out of place- am I underdressed?” Josh asked as a few lab technicians walked past giving you and Josh an odd glance,” and how do you not get lost in a place this big.”

You pressed the elevator button and gave Josh a reassuring smile,” Trust me, they’ve seen weirder things around here. Like, way weirder things.”

When the elevator doors opened, the two of you walked in and you started pointing to the elevator buttons,” So a quick tour! We’re on the main floor which basically is used for important meetings and conferences, the second floor is for the gym and pool, the third is where some of the bedrooms are, fourth is strictly for the scientists, the fifth is the labs, and the other floors are for S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Also, the basement has all the cool gadgets I’m not allowed to play with but I’m convinced it’s just where the guys all hang out and drink.”

“ You have an indoor pool?”

“ That’s what caught your attention?” You laughed as Josh nodded enthusiastically.

“ Well yeah! Do you even use it? I vaguely remember that when you were twelve, you almost drowned in 4ft water at someone’s pool party,” Josh said as you pressed the third button.

“ It was 5ft but yes I know how to swim...my dad made me take lessons after that,” You mumbled as you remembered that experience vividly,” I tried lifeguarding last summer at that super fancy hotel near Greenwich but the training was too expensive so I just took a CPR course at the YMCA and lifeguarded there.”

“ Did you ever have to save anyone?” Josh asked curiously as the glass elevators moved up towards your floor.

You nodded as Josh’s mouth dropped,” Yup, I had to give CPR and everything. Lucky for them, saving lives runs in my family.”

As the elevator doors opened up to your floor, you made sure to carefully scan the hallway before stepping out. Peter was supposed to be up in the labs all-day so that gave you enough time to work on the project with Josh while keeping Peter at a safe distance.

As you were approaching the door to your room, the fridge door in the kitchen closed and revealed Peter with an IV pole on his left side and an apple in the other hand.

“ Peter!” You said nervously as you took a small step in front of Josh, almost as if you were covering him up from Peter’s line of vision,” What are you doing here? I thought you were up in the labs?”

Peter looked past you and eyed Josh up and down before holding up the fruit, walking towards the two of you,” Um, I needed something to eat- Who is he?”

Peter was constantly feeling some type of distress whether it was chest pains or headaches but now that he clearly caught you hiding a boy from him, the pain felt off.

You had never brought over any of your friends to the headquarters before so to Peter, this was already a red flag. Peter felt like his body was on high alert as thousands of scenarios were going through his head.

Josh stepped forward and held his hand out for Peter to shake,” Nice to meet you, Peter, I’m Josh. Y/N and I go to Manhattan Prep together.”

Peter looked down at Josh’s hand for a moment before shaking it hard. Josh winced but played off his pain as he pulled his hand away and stuffed it back into his pockets. You could feel the one-sided tension between the two as you looked over to Peter to try to ease him but his eyes were glued to Josh.

You cleared your throat as you turned to face Josh,“ Peter is a part of my dad’s internship program so he spends most of his time here at the complex. He’s pretty much a part of the family and he’s a really good friend, right Peter? ”

Peter nodded as he tried to calm his nerves down, his quick glance to Josh was almost as if he was begging his body to put his guard down. He couldn’t control his body and this was the first time the lovedust had forced him into a territorial state.

“ No kidding, that’s awesome man. My buddy from Midtown was telling me that he knew a guy who was accepted into the Stark Internship,” Josh said as Peter stood up a little straighter.

“ Oh really? Who?”

“ Flash Thompson, do you know him?” Josh asked as Peter looked over at you, almost as a warning.

While Josh was trying to be civil towards Peter, Peter couldn’t help but feel the pit in his stomach sink lower and lower with the thought of Josh even associating with someone like Flash.

“ As a matter of fact, I do know Flash,” Peter said smoothly, his speech hardly hesitating,” you sure know how to pick friends.”

You and Josh could tell that Peter was giving a dig towards him but Josh quickly let it go as he tried to ease the situation.

“ Well... it was nice to meet you Peter, any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine,” Josh said as he gave a genuine smile,” I’m sure Y/N already mentioned this to you but if you’re not busy or anything, my friend is throwing a party tomorrow and you should come out.”

Fuck.

Peter looked at you for a moment before returning a small smile to Josh,” Thanks, I’ll think about it.”

“ Um Josh, can you just wait in my room for a second?” You asked as Josh looked between the two of you and nodded.

You didn’t want to be upset at Peter for feeling hostile towards Josh because you knew he really couldn’t help himself. It was eating away at you that you were the reason Peter was acting so jealous but come on, did he really have a reason to?

Once Josh closed the door behind him, you turned back to Peter and looked down at the IV that was in his arm.

“ Is everything okay?” You asked as Peter looked down at his arm,” that looks pretty serious.”

“ Yeah… I’ve been having some problems but nothing your dad can’t fix” Peter deflected softly before looking over to your bedroom door,” so Josh...is he a friend?”

Peter knew he was walking on thin ice asking about Josh but he couldn’t bring himself to just go back in the labs and worry about the two of you all day.

“ He’s just a friend Peter, we have a school project and we’re partners,” You reassured him as Peter felt almost relieved,” and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the party, I didn’t think you would want to go but I should’ve asked.”

Peter studied your expression for a moment before looking down at his feet. It was hard to tell if you were telling the truth, maybe you didn’t want him to come. School project or not, Peter felt threatened by Josh, even if Josh was trying his best to be as nice as possible.

“ It’s okay, you’re right. Parties aren’t my thing anyway,” Peter shrugged as you bit the inside of your cheek.

You weren’t sure why you felt so guilty but whatever you were feeling, you hated how much it was stirring inside of you. You never wanted Peter to feel left out and you could easily tell that it was bothering him as much as it was bothering you.

“ Maybe if you’re not busy tonight, we can watch a movie together. I checked the kitchen this morning and there’s a ton of frozen pizzas if you’re up for it?” You suggested as Peter tapped his fingers against the side of his leg.

Peter wanted to jump at the offer, any excuse to hang out with you alone literally set Peter so close to having a cardiac arrest in the best way possible. While he was getting the hang of controlling his words around you, it felt like the more time you spent with him, the more he felt himself fall for you.

“ I’m actually going to patrol tonight,” Peter said in a low whisper as he looked back at your bedroom door,” I haven’t been on the streets in a long time and I think I feel well enough to go.”

“ Are you sure you’re ready? You’re literally hooked up to an IV bag Peter,” You said as Peter subtly pushed the IV pole behind him as if he could hide it.

“ I won’t do anything crazy, I’ll be okay. I’ll only be out for a couple of hours and we can hang out when I get back,” Peter said as you hesitantly nodded.

You understood that being a superhero meant that you couldn’t take sick days but this was an extreme circumstance. To you, Spiderman could wait but for Peter, that was a large part of his livelihood that he had put aside for too long.

You wanted to tell him not to go, better yet, if you could hide every single one of his Spiderman suits you would. It didn’t sit right with you that with everything going on with his health that he would jeopardize it but you knew it wasn’t your call.

“ Okay, but please text me updates so I know you’re safe. Things have been so crazy lately and I-”

“ Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll be okay,” Peter interrupted as he felt his heart grow heavy,” I promise I’ll keep you updated.”

You didn’t know why the thought of Peter going out was so scary but before you could think things over in your head, your feet stepped forward and you pulled Peter into a tight hug. You rested your chin against his shoulder as you inhaled deeply as if hugging Peter would calm down your nerves for the rest of your life.

Without a second thought, Peter drew his arms over your body and held you close to his chest. His heart beat even faster than usual as he closed his eyes, holding you even tighter than before.

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You checked your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in the last hour as you grew more and more anxious.

Peter had been gone for hours to go patrol while you and Josh were still working on the project. It was eating away at you that Peter wasn’t back yet and every time another minute passed without an update, you felt like you were closer to losing your mind.

Even before Peter made contact with the lovedust, you would still secretly pray that he got home in one piece. When everyone you knew and loved had a career that put themselves in the line of danger, thoughts of not having them around anymore plagued you whenever you had a quiet moment to yourself.

You had lost people before to freak accidents like your biological parents who had passed away when you were old enough to know how death worked. You couldn’t imagine not having Tony as your dad but some nights whenever you were filled to the brim with anxiety, you wondered what your life would’ve been like if your parents weren’t killed during that home invasion.

When you’ve lost people, it never gets easier, terror plagues you. The fear of someone you know getting hurt was by far scarier than anything Hollywood could recreate with CGI and yet, it was slowly looming over you.

Superheros were literally your life and you weren’t mentally prepared that one day, something bad could happen and you could lose them forever. With Peter, you weren’t sure if it was because of how close the two of you were now but the fear of losing him was bigger than any other scenario you had crafted in your head.

“ Is everything okay? You seem a little out of it,” Josh said as you looked away from your phone and back towards your laptop.

“ Yeah, I’m good, my body just feels so tired. I’ve read so much medical terminology within the past couple of hours and now everything is jumbling together,” You sighed as you looked down at Josh who was sprawled out onto your bedroom floor with a textbook resting against his stomach.

You never realized how comfortable your floor was but seeing Josh on your floor looking as effortless as ever was a shock to your system. When Josh caught your gaze, you turned back to your laptop and rested your cheek against your palm to try to cover the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks.

As you rested your cheek against your propped up hand, you could feel your eyelids get heavier with each passing second. Josh noticed from his spot on the ground and sat upon his hands, watching you ever so intently.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed once you closed your eyes but once you felt a blanket drape across your shoulders, you stirred quietly.

You held your breath as you waited for anything else but all you could hear was paper shuffling around. You peeked your eye out and saw Josh crouched down on your floor, carefully putting his textbooks and notes into his backpack, being careful not to wake you.

Instead of waking up to say goodbye, you pretend to be asleep as if you were too nervous to even confront Josh this late. The papers stopped shuffling and as you tried to keep your breathing patterns even, you felt Josh’s hand rub your shoulder softly before walking out of the room.

Once your bedroom door had closed, you hesitantly opened your eyes and gave a quick peek to make sure Josh was really gone.

You exhaled loudly, not even aware that you were holding it in all this time. You let the blanket fall onto the chair before walking over to your large window that pointed towards where Josh had parked.

You knew you should’ve walked him down after everything he had done for your project but the least you could do now was to make sure he left the complex in one piece. After a few minutes of patiently looking out the window, you saw Josh’s car pull out of the long driveway and headed down towards the front gate.

Your mind instantly traveled back to Peter as you checked your phone again but this time you went back to your messages and looked at all of the unread messages you had left for him.

5:12pm || Y/N: update me when you get to your post!

5:29pm || Y/N: oh don’t swing and text loser!!!!

6:01pm || Y/N: you there yet?

6:36pm || Y/N: don’t make me spam text u nerd

6:57pm || Y/N: im gonna just pretend you’re too busy to txt me back-be safe!

7:40pm || Y/N: helloooo?!?! Is everything okay

8:00pm || Y/N: i will leak your identity fool txt me back

8:40pm || Y/N: whatever idc anymore

8:44pm || Y/N: still haven’t heard back from you, you dead?

9:06pm || Y/N: ur freaking me out dude, any updates?

9:33pm || Y/N: there was a fire near the museum are you okay?!?! The news said you were there

9:35pm || Y/N: peter????

9:50pm || Y/N: call me im worried

10:02pm || Y/N: ur scaring me pls respond

You cursed under your breath as you pressed the call button and placed it to your ear. After a few rings, Peter’s voicemail came on and you didn’t even bother to listen to it all the way. You had already left so many voicemails and at this point, there was nothing you could do but wait for him.

You were filled with dread as you scooted back into your bed and refreshed the news pages on your phone.

Spiderman Stops an Armed Gunman Outside Plaza

You knew that it wasn’t healthy for you to keep scrolling online but you needed to know if Peter was safe. You hated the feeling of not being kept into the loop and Peter wasn’t the type to completely ignore text messages unless that meant he was in real trouble, what could you do to help him, you don’t have any powers you’re just a teenager-

You took a deep breath in as you shut your phone off and stared up at the ceiling to clear your head.

Peter is smart. He’s fast. He will be fine. You kept repeating it over and over again like a lullaby and with some luck, you could feel your eyelids get heavier and heavier by the second with Peter being the last thing you thought before falling into a deep sleep.

You held your hand over your mouth to try and stop the sobs that rocked your body from underneath the bed. You could hear your dad begging, pleading to spare his wife before the sound of a gunshot went off.

It was louder than you remembered almost as if the sky let out a roaring thunder that shook the whole house. You could hear your dad struggling with the gunman before another shot rang out, this time even louder.

The glowing stars that were stuck to your ceiling shook off once your bedroom door had slammed opened and you prayed silently, wanting the nightmare to end.

You did your best to be quiet as you watched his feet walk slowly to the bed, almost at a teasing pace like he knew you were underneath there. Everytime the nightmare played in your head, the attacker took on a different appearance. Sometimes it was someone you knew, other times it was just a passing face on the street.

But everytime you had this nightmare, one thing never changed. The shoes, black sneakers with white laces and depending on how terrible the nightmare decided to be, you could spot the splatter of blood against the heels.

You watched as the man walked behind your bed and you let out a scream as you felt his hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you roughly against the carpet. As you scratched at the attackers face, your sob got caught in the middle of your throat.

The attacker always took a different appearance and this time, it was Peter.

You kicked and screamed as hard as you could as he tried to pin you down, his weapon pressed into the side of your rib as you sobbed uncontrollably. You knew it was a dream and you were so used to letting it ride out or until you fell out of bed but with Peter staring at you as he dangled your life between his fingers, all you wanted to do was wake up.

All you could do was continue to fight back through your tears as he kept saying your name, taunting you.

“ Let go of me!”

“ Y/N! I got you!”

“ It’s me Peter!”

“Y/N!”

You shot up from out of your bed, almost knocking heads with another figure as you let out a choked sob. You didn’t realize your fists were still swinging until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your body, cradling you.

The memory of the attacker was still so vivid in your head and all you wanted to do was get away,“ Let me go!” You screamed as you struggled against their grip as they held you even tighter,” get off of me!”

“ Y/N! Y/N! It’s me! It’s me! You’re okay!” Peter shouted as he let his grip go before cupping his hands on either side of your face,” open your eyes! Hey! It’s me, you’re okay!”

You squirmed from his lap as you opened your eyes to see Peter in front of you, the actual Peter. As relieved as you were, you felt your chest tighten as you continued to cry and without a second thought, you leaned into Peter’s chest and buried your wet face into his t-shirt.

Peter held you tighter as he rested one hand against the back of your head and the other was snaked around your waist. He smoothed down your hair as he made soft shushing noises to try and calm you down,” It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here, I got you.”

You hadn’t felt so relieved to see anyone until now and as you tried to control your cries, you felt yourself slowly transitioning back into reality. You inhaled his scent as you dug your face into his neck and you never thought a smell could bring you so much peace.

Relief wasn’t even what you were feeling, it was more than that. You couldn’t put it into words and it was heavier than the idea of weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Release. To sob into someone’s embrace where you knew you would be safe no matter what felt heavenly and with every sob you let out, you felt yourself separate from the nightmare altogether.

Peter had to hold back his own tears as he held you and slowly rocked your body back and forth like a baby. He wasn’t sure if it was comforting you but it definitely put Peter at ease.

Just minutes ago, he had just checked on you to see if you were still awake and once he saw that you were sleeping, he went back to his room to get ready for bed. It wasn’t until he was putting on his pajamas when the hair on his arm stood up seconds before you actually let out a scream only he could sense.

Peter literally scrambled to your room and had his web-shooters ready because from what he could hear, he thought someone was attacking you. It wasn’t until he saw that you were having a nightmare that he quickly threw his web-shooters to the side and tried to wake you up.

It was one thing to be in love with someone and to go through the motions as if it was a normal occasion but this was different. Seeing you so vulnerable and completely terrified utterly broke Peter in half and he knew for sure that it wasn’t all because of the lovedust.

“ You’re safe Y/N, you’re okay.”

“ Don’t worry I got you.”

“ Just breathe for me, okay?”

For what seemed like forever, Peter cradled you and whispered into your ear to let you know that you were okay and that he was there for you. He wanted you to tell him everything about the nightmare and what had triggered it but he knew that it wasn’t just an ordinary nightmare with the occasional boogeyman.

You thought back to your nightmare one last time as you pictured a hazy Peter attacking you and it almost sent you into another panic attack. Peter could feel how tense you got and his grip loosened so he could look back at you.

Your eyes were puffy from crying so much and your cheeks were flushed red but Peter thought you were absolutely beautiful. You weren’t sure what you wanted to say to him, there was so much to say yet so little at the same time.

“ Thank you,” You whispered ever so softly as you craned your neck up and pressed a soft kiss against Peter’s cheek.

You both knew that it wasn’t an ordinary thank you but for Peter, he didn’t need to analyze it any further. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of Peter’s heartbeat that rang throughout his body.

From pure exhaustion of crying and anxiety, you felt even more tired than before and Peter could feel you slipping back to sleep. He didn’t want to let you go, if he could, he would hold you in his arms forever if it meant keeping you safe and sound.

Once Peter heard your soft snores, he held you for a second longer before carefully laying you back down into your bed. Like second nature, Peter pulled the covers back over your body and tucked a strand of hair that was danging in the middle of your face behind your ear.

Peter ignored the sore feeling that was lingering in his back and forearms from holding you up and lightly dragged his fingers across his own cheek. He was way into deep now.

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Wonders of Ohio P.9

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pairing: draco x reader

request: nope, my original shameless self insert idea lmao

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for the ride of her life when their exchange student is...a bit strange (but very hot). NOT a nonmagic AU, though you already knew that if you’ve read part 8 ;)

warnings: swearing, mentions of a break in, concerns about a home intruder, objectively the most fluffy scene we’ve gotten so far in this series (hehe), draco being fucking obnoxious and moody (did i mention swearing?)

a/n: ayoooooo so here’s part 9, as promised. i’ve started getting back into the hp universe more and more, so i should probably be picking up my writing soon. i’ve been feeling more myself again!! which is super awesome. i don’t think many people read this series anymore (or my author notes in general but i don’t blame yall) but i’m having a lot of fun writing it, so i’m going to keep going :)

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Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if Draco deliberately waited until the last minute to tell her family that he was leaving so he could evade her questioning. She tried to talk to him later that evening by knocking on his door, but she was met with complete silence.

Draco was ignoring her, and she didn’t get why. She’d promised to not tell anyone--even begged for him to trust her and essentially swore on her life--but he still wasn’t acting normal. Perhaps he didn’t want her to badger him with questions about the magical world.

Or maybe this was an excuse to get away from her.

Y/N swallowed the second possibility and locked it away somewhere out of sight. He’d left without a single word more to her (not even a congratulations for getting into a top 20 school, that loser) and never even bothered telling her when he’d return. And maybe that was the nicest part of it--she could pretend like he was never coming back.

As attractive as that option was, she had to admit that there was a Draco-shaped hole in her passenger car seat every time she drove to school. And in the kitchen when she was studying. And everywhere else he’d once touched.

“Why do you think he went back?”

Y/N took a break from reviewing her Art History final exam notes to look up at Lizzy. “Maybe something happened with his dad or he wanted to spend his holidays with his family? It’s probably not that serious.”

“Speaking of his dad, I tried to look up his name and see if anything came up,” Lizzy began. Y/N felt her heart jump into her throat. “Don’t you think it’s kinda sus? I haven’t found anything for him. It’s like he’s been completely wiped off the face of the earth. Do you know anything about it?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s any of my business.” Draco’s franticness when she found out lingered in the back of her mind as she chose her words carefully. “I’m sure if he’s a genuine political target, they’ve just scrubbed the web clean of him, being a minor and all.”

“But don’t you think it’s funny that he’s apparently so important but there’s no evidence of him or his father ever existing?”

“Lizzy.” Her voice was firm. “It’s entirely possible that his real name is different. And either way, it’s not our story to uncover. He’s entitled to his own privacy, and if he doesn’t reveal his true identity then we need to respect that.”

“Oooookaaayyyyy, Mother,” said Lizzy. “You’re so fun. You know that, right?”

“It’s my job.”

After the close brush with Lizzy, Y/N avoided the topic of Draco with her friends like wildfire. At the back of her mind, she registered that that was probably more suspicious, but when Sylvia asked her about him during lunch, she finally spun up a story.

“I told him I liked him,” she told everyone, the words stinging her throat. “He doesn’t feel the same way. I just would feel better if we dropped it.”

Her friends reacted immediately with sympathy, telling her that it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t see her for what she was worth. Somehow, this made her feel worse. She didn’t even need to tell him her feelings to know his thoughts--he didn’t see her as anything but a “muggle”, or whatever he called them. She never stood a chance.

Y/N spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering how things would’ve been different if she was a witch. She didn’t know anything about his world (apart from the fact that they really had a stick up their asses about people knowing of them) but she somehow craved a place in it. Would Draco feel differently towards her if she was magic?

It was probably better if she didn’t pay too much mind to it, but she couldn’t let the thought go. Every time she shut her eyes at night, the memory of waking up next to Draco replayed in her head, over and over. She would’ve sold her soul to have gone back to that. Would things have been different if she had just...not found the letters? She was driving herself crazy digging through all her interactions with him. There’s no way she was imagining things, and judging by the surprised reactions of her friends when she told them he didn’t reciprocate feelings, she wasn’t the only one who thought something was there. If he was really so disgusted by her and her people, he wouldn’t have let her sleep in his room, in his bed no less.

As December wore on, her mind began to be occupied by another feverish stream of thoughts. If she didn’t already feel like she was going crazy over the Draco problem, she was going completely insane over the fact that she was misplacing things like crazy and forgetting the most basic of things. It seemed like it was almost every day that she was forgetting where she put her keys (even though she could’ve sworn she’d hung them up by the door) or getting home to find the door already unlocked even though she was sure that she’d locked it behind her. It would’ve creeped her out, but she was really off kilter. It just wasn’t right having Draco away, and the sense of dread she got every time she went by her room just threw her off balance. What if she still had lingering sickness from whatever magical infliction she suffered?

He really should’ve stuck around to watch after me. Just in case.

Another thing was bothering her--a name she saw pop up in the pouch from when she went through his letters. It was a small portion of his collection, and she didn’t even think to examine it until after he took them back from her, but she noticed that the name “Pansy Parkinson” came up more than once as a return address.

Her mind immediately jumped to the worst--Draco was madly in love with another girl, a magical girl, and traveled back home with the express purpose of declaring his neverending devotion for her and complaining about that rat Ohioan muggle that he had to spend his days with.

Y/N knew it wasn’t healthy, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t quite shake it. The fact that he’d no doubt grown up around girls that would be suitable for him to date was making her physically ill with jealousy, which was probably the most embarrassing part of her feelings for him. Nevermind how much time she spent fantasizing about how soft his hair felt or how his stupidly pretty fingers would feel grazing her skin--she couldn’t even cope with the idea of him existing with other women that were honestly a better choice to him.

That Christmas was surprisingly bleak. Being an only child always made for a quiet house during the holidays, but the expectation she held of having Draco there set her up for disappointment. Her house felt empty.

“Do you think he’s coming back?” Y/N asked her mother as they did the morning dishes together.

“Well, I assume so. Why wouldn’t he? He was scheduled to spend the entire year with us. I think that if he’s changed his mind we would at least know by now.”

“What if he’s still deciding?”

“Why, miss him already?” Mrs. Y/L/N’s tone was teasing, but she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Quite the contrary. I’m just wondering if I’m about to become the pampered only child again or if I’m going to need to go back into the unglamorous life of sharing the spotlight.”

“Y/N,” her mother tutted. She’d stopped doing the dishes.

Y/N made a point to evade her knowing look. “Mom.”

Her mother took a breath before answering. “Nothing. As a matter of fact, I did get a letter from him a few days ago. He’s scheduled to return the second week of January, right before school goes back.”

“Oh,” said Y/N. No matter how hard she tried, there’s no way her relief wasn’t visible.

“How’s that for your Christmas gift, hm?”

“Mom!”

“Hey! Hey, it was a joke,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, throwing her hands up in a “no can do” sort of gesture. “I know that you’re good friends with him is all. Unless…”

“Mom!” Her cheeks were all shades of red.

“All I’m saying is that he seems to enjoy your company.”

“Stockholm syndrome, I’m telling you.” Her explanation of what that meant was on the tip of her tongue before she stopped herself. There was no reason to--the only person who would need that explained to them was no longer on the same continent as her.

“Whatever you’d like to think.”

The snowstorm hit them without warning, two days after Christmas. Her parents had left for the night to attend a charity auction, but unfortunately for Y/N, by the time that they realized that their daughter would be snowed in, the roads were too dangerous to drive on. Y/N begrudgingly agreed to do all of the things they told her to--get the generator ready, make sure the fireplace was prepared, and locate all the candles in the house.

On any normal day, she wouldn’t have been concerned in the slightest, but she’d felt uneasy in her house ever since the night of the break-in, and now that this was the first night she’d have to spend alone, her heart was pounding at the thought of having to sleep in an empty house. Especially if the power was out. Especially when whoever broke in was still on the loose.

She locked up at dusk, making sure that every entry to her home was completely sealed shut. The generator was in the basement, all set up in the case that the lights went out. She’d located all the bottled water in her house in case the pipes froze, and she finally retired to her room to relax.

The sense of dread that hovered around Draco’s room was gone, thankfully. The overall feeling of creepiness was just beginning to lose its jarring sting, but she’d never quite been able to shake how many things she misplaced in the beginning of the month.

She busied herself with mundane activities--she cleaned out her closet, organized her drawers, read, changed her sheets, and finished the last of her homework--but nothing could distract her from the gnawing inside of her. The hairs on the back of her neck constantly stood up, even when she was tucked away in the corner of her room, nestled into her blankets. The tingling was akin to what she felt when she walked into that antique shop on homecoming night--the same night when Draco helped her off her feet and narrowly kept her from throwing up all over Heather.

Looking back on it, she realized that when he grabbed her wrist, he must’ve done something to quell her nausea, something magical. There was no way her carsickness could’ve been able to disappear so quickly.

Her soliloquy was interrupted by what sounded like footsteps outside. Before she could assess the situation and decide what she was going to do, a boom sounded off in the distance and she was all of a sudden bathed in darkness.

Y/N froze.

Someone was most definitely outside her house, but thankfully she’d locked all the doors. And, thankfully, the boom told her that her fuse box hadn’t been messed with. A tree had probably just fallen on a transformer.

But those small comforts still didn’t change the fact that she was no longer alone--and not only that, but no longer alone without power.

Her thoughts were interrupted once again by banging on her front door. Y/N jumped, just barely managing to clap her hand over her mouth to muffle her shriek. She’d seen enough horror movies to know that alerting someone that you were home wasn’t the smartest move. She’d have to be strategic.

Heart pounding out of her chest, she crept out of her room and down the stairs. The power outage was quite lucky, she realized, as whoever was outside couldn’t see in. The moon only cast a slight light as it reflected off of the snow, so she was going to be able to see the person outside before they would see her.

She squinted from her perch by the base of the staircase. She could make out a silhouette, a tall and lanky one. The weak moonlight reflected off a very light head of hair, and Y/N was struck with a feeling of familiarity.

No way...

Y/N stood frozen for a few seconds as she heard the person knock on the door again. A muffled version of a familiar British voice said, “Is anyone there?”

Throwing all caution to the wind and praying to any higher power that was listening to her that her suspicion was correct, she pushed down on the doorknob and swung it open.

Her heart stopped.

“Draco? What are you--”

Before she could get another word out of her mouth, she was pulled into the tightest (and snowiest) hug of her life. One of his arms wrapped solidly around her waist, the other reaching further up to her shoulders to hold her closer. He was tall enough in comparison that he could rest his chin on the top of her head while she cautiously clasped her hands around him, breathing in the same soft pine scent that she knew so well.

When he finally let go of her, she noticed that his face was decidedly less pale than what it had been when she first opened the door. At a loss for words, Y/N just made her way behind him and shut the door to keep the storm from blowing any more snowflakes in. She noted that Draco was shaking.

“You’re okay,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

She grinned. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I’m not that scared of the dark.”

He didn’t look nearly as amused, wringing his hands out in front of him instead of meeting her eyes.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you’re gonna just stand there in soaking clothes,” she chided. “And what are you doing back half a month early? I know you must’ve missed me, but I didn’t expect you to miss me THAT much.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing Y/N the comfort that the sarcastic asshole was still in there. “We need to talk.”

“No, what you need to do is get changed into dry clothes,” she said. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but until we get our generator working, there’s no heat...and I’m not sure if the Ministry is going to like it if I let you die on my watch.”

Even though he didn’t normally laugh at her jokes, he seemed especially solemn when she said this. It became very clear to her then that he regretted his brief display of affection.

“What are you doing, just standing here? Shoo! I don’t want to see you dripping snow all over the rug.” She waved him off until he made his way up the stairs, still eerily silent.

Once she was sure he was actually getting dressed, she made her way to the kitchen where she started heating up the water. She’d never been more thankful for the fact that they had a gas stove instead of an electric one.

The tea was almost finished brewing by the time that Draco was back downstairs, perched awkwardly on the couch. She’d never seen his sweater before--it was in a rich forest green with a silver crest of a snake.

“Are you going to tell me whatever is going on? I’ve never seen you like this before,” asked Y/N as she handed him the mug that she knew to be his favorite.

He took a sip and waited a bit before responding. “I found out some things while I was away.”

“Is that it? Must’ve been something pretty interesting for you to come in here and act like I’m your long lost love or whatever.” She took careful note of how his cheeks were especially pink, but it must’ve been because of the cold.

“I shouldn’t tell you everything, but I think you should probably know the gist of things,” he began. “First of all, I figured out why I couldn’t use the Obliviation cube on you. Also, you have to consent to an Unbreakable Vow.”

“A...what? Care to elaborate? Like, at least a little? Why didn’t it work on me?”

He sighed, a sharp breath of air that left his lungs in a huff. “Because you stumbled upon a very important box that can bestow the gift of magic onto anyone. And since you did something in your dream to try and open it, it permanently took root in you. I tried to reverse it, but there’s always going to be an imprint of magic on you.”

“Sick. So I’m a witch now? Like you?”

“No.” His tone was sour. “No, you’re not. For that to work, there needs to be a ritual actually completed by someone magical. That’s why you got so sick--because you would’ve needed me to help you through your dream sequence and open up the box. So, now that you’ve essentially pushed yourself into the magical world uninvited, I can’t use anything on you that’s catered towards Muggles.”

“Rats,” said Y/N. “That’s no fun. What about the whole part about my safety? And what’s that vow thing?”

“Apparently someone really, really wants that box,” Draco told her. “It doesn’t just give muggles the gift of magic--it can also give current wizards powers that are otherwise completely unavailable to the rest of the population. In the wrong hands, they could wreak havoc on the world. And I’m almost positive they think you have it.”

“Oh…” Everything started falling into place. “So, the break in? That probably was them right? And, uh, let’s say if you feel like maybe someone has been in your house while you’ve been gone? Like, that’s something I should be worried about, right?”

“Is that happening to you?” His face looked significantly more pale.

Y/N was tempted to tell him no--just to ease his nerves--but something in his look told her that she needed to be truthful. “Um, kind of. You know how I can be forgetful, though. It’s just little things, like sometimes I come home to find that the front door is unlocked when I’m sure I locked it, or I can’t find little things like my car keys and my phone, but it’s all easily explained.”

“I never should’ve left,” he said, tucked his knees up to his chest. “I should’ve known that that was Merlin’s Box.” He swallowed, meeting her eyes with a gaze that looked so forlorn that her heart ached. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, all we have to do is tell them I don’t have the box, right? And then they’ll leave me alone.”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I assume so, but if they didn’t find the box when they originally ransacked your room and they’re still hanging around, I don’t know what to do. That’s why I can’t obliviate you, the proper way that we use on wizards, because I can’t always be there to save you. Once I’m gone, you’re going to have to manage on your own.”

“Please, Draco,” said Y/N. “People will always talk a big game, but once I pull out my pepper spray it’s over. I can take care of myself! I didn’t need protection while you’re away.”

He smiled then, a small one that seemed more sad than anything. “You sound like me. When I was younger.”

“You probably don’t even know what pepper spray is. What’s that vow thing?”

“You have to promise that you won’t say anything that would reveal what you know about me and my world,” said Draco. “I need to find a wizard to say the incantations, but it shouldn’t be too hard. I ended up telling the Ministry what happened--I’m not going to get sent away as they have a clear record of me at least attempting to wipe your memory and they agree that you need to be able to protect yourself. Unbreakable Vows are just really intense promises. If you break it, you die.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t really trust my word?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s required by the Ministry. If you don’t comply, then you’re going to be completely obliviated and then you can have as much fun as you’d like trying to run from whoever that criminal is without even knowing why they’re after you. Oh, and without me.”

“Then why are you even offering the vow? Don’t you want to go home?”

Draco took a long drink from his mug. “I still have a sentence to carry out. If I go back home, I’ll get sent to the same prison that my father is being held at right now.”

“A...sentence?” Y/N stared at him. “I know you mentioned a punishment, but a sentence?”

He remained silent and refused to meet her eyes.

“Draco, what exactly did you have to do?”

“It’s none of your business,” he snapped. The sudden switch of tone made Y/N start, but he was unwavering in his scowl. “I’d prefer to not think about it.”

“But...Draco…” Y/N cast her gaze to the ground so she didn’t have to see the no doubt furious look in his eyes when she continued to push. “How bad? Do you think that maybe whoever is after me might know that I don’t have the box anymore? And that they might be trying to seek revenge against you for whatever it was that you did instead?”

He didn’t respond.

“Think about it. That would explain why I was untouched this whole time that you were away when they were still keeping tabs on me.”

With a pronounced bonk, he set his mug down on the coffee table. “I’m going to bed.”

She managed to get one more look at his face before he spun around to head up the stairs and was shocked to see what was etched into his face--anger, yes, frustration...and also shame. Unmistakable shame.

final a/n: weeoooooooo i’m like 3 minutes early...this is a monumental moment for my blog. let me know what you guys think (if there’s still people sticking with this series fjkds;al). i am going to go back into my hole and work on some math hw (wonders of ohio y/n vibes...i have low key become her trying to roleplay as a stem girl). the plot is going to thicken and hopefully there will be more fluff soon. i honestly didn’t want to add the hug bc i do want this to be slow burn but it has come to my attention that this is now about 30k words long and i haven’t given y’all so much as an inkling that draco has feelings/anything will happen between them so i gotta give you something to hold you over fjdska;

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