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𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 1?

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Disclaimer!

This is a story following the events after the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and only follows the movie and not any other adaptations!

Started with this fic a few years ago and finally continued bc I couldn't find any new fic's to read! 🥺

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(For ambiance~)

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Y/n stood with her feet planted infront of the burning Palais Garnier opera house, the ashes of a once red stage curtain falling on her bare shoulders. The only bit of warmth was the costume she was wearing.

A red fire dancer, her hair still in perfect shape. Tho it seems that the other staff of the Opera house weren't as lucky.

Her home was burning down infront of her eyes, and snow did nothing but usher on the burning flames of rage.

This was the doing of one Phantom of the opera. The damned demon took it all from them, their home, their jobs and even Christine Daaé.

The lead singer and great musician that made Y/n dance like never before, Christine's sweet melody made her feet float inches from the ground as her soul danced in sync with her body.

One shiver crawled up Y/n's spine when she heard an unghastly scream. Her feet simply lept to it, only to find a man crawling out of the burning opera house.

"Monsieur!" she cried out to him.

His face seemed to have already been caught by the fire and he barely wore anything but a shirt and his trousers. Y/n fell to her knees beside his weak body.

"Don't worry, Monsieur, you are out of the fire! Please, be still! You are injured. "

She trembled watching blood force its way through the thin gaps between the snowflakes. Blood still warm enough to melt and merge with ice to water.

In a desperate attempt, Y/n pulls off the bottom part of her dancing grown and desperately looked for the point of injury when she finally found the wound on the calve on his leg.

Tieing it tightly before Y/n hoisted him up to his feet.

"Please lean on me, we need to get further from the flames!"

He didn't speak, only grunted in pain. His voice was deep, without effort as if he was willing to Perish without hesitation.

Y/n took a moment to gently touch his burnt skin on his face, he didn't seem to whine. It was as she thought, the wound was not from the fire that had engulfed many others in its treacherous flames.

She shakes herself awake and quickly focuses on the problem at hand.

"I have strength to carry you, but you'll need to carry your consciousness for a little while longer!" she shutted, her voice swelling with pity for him.

'What happened to this poor soul?' She wondered and dragged his feet though the snow.

Y/n didn't know his name, nor his origin from the opera house. Perhaps a operator for the theater special effects? Or perhaps a member of the audience, sitting among the red velvet seats and nearly getting crushed by the chandelier falling loose from its hinges.

It wasn't long after when Y/n and the other performers were taken to a nearby inn. Perhaps it was the will of a greater power that the Opera managers didn't leave them to rot on the streets. Rather to reclaim insurance funds or come around a lone?

At least, she hoped that was the case. But for the moment, she was afraid of what might happen.

The opera house had been home for the last eighteen years of Y/n's life. No, certainly more!

Her father was a dancer, and her mother's legacy had been lost among the chatter and rumors of the opera.

Y/n's father had passed when she was only ten. Now, she was eighteen years older and she promised to follow in his dancing steps to fame.

Still engulfed in her thoughts Y/n stared into the small oil lamp flames while she sat on the bed of the inn. The figure of a woman danced in the red and orange colors.

This seemed to distract her from the man waking up from his exhausted slumber behind her.

He winced with a grumble when Y/n's head turned to face him. His palm covering the burn on his face that she saw before.

"Monsieur?" she whispered in an effort not to frighten him.

His gaze slowly trailed to Y/n's worried expression, but his palm never left his face.

Y/n took this opportunity to explain their predicament.

"Please, do not be frightened. We're in an inn, the managers have sent us to wait until they can reclaim funds."

She stood up to take the bowl of water and cloth to dampen the burnt flesh on the man's face.

She knelt down beside the bed and lightly lifted the damp cloth to his face. His eyes met hers, but Y/n only stared in silence hoping he'd understand her efforts.

Tho he was hesitant, his palm lightly lifted from his face. She feared the wound was still hissing with pain. Lightly the cloth is placed onto his eye and he gave a simple sigh of relief.

Silence filled the room, it would've seemed like only the stars were their witness if it weren't for the drunken cheers from the bar below.

Finally the man took a breath and spoke.

"What of Christine Daaé? Has she been found?"

Y/n's breathing seemed to betray her when her body couldn't fathom the gentle voice the man muttered. She tried to form words, creating a stutter.

"Y-yes, it um, It seems she has been retrieved by the Viscount Raoul de Chagny. She has offered many services to those who did not escape the flames unscathed." she whispered and willed herself to not look into his captivating eyes.

He looks to the side and gives a simple smile, seeming satisfied with his thought.

As soon as his skin was dampened once more he tried to stand with a gasply hiss of pain.

"Monsieur, please be patient! Your wound is still open and fresh!"

He grits his teeth before taking his seat again but looking back at the fireplace.

The rest of the night remained quiet, like he didn't have need to ask her anymore questions.

An awkward night spent sharing a room with a stranger. He fell asleep quickly with exhaustion.

Y/n couldn't sleep. Things ended so abruptly! How could she? Her love died in the fire, her home, belongings. She had nothing to her name anymore.

Y/n quietly stood up from the bed trying to keep noises to a minimum. Avoiding the creeking floor boards and opening the window to look outside.

The smoke from the Opera house covered the sky, no moon in sight. This quiet moment with her thoughts caused her throat to close up and her eyes to push tears.

As quietly as she could, she tried crying everything out, to no avail. Morning her loss took more than just a moment of soft tears.

"I'm sorry my love, Aloïs, I couldn't save you!"

She whispered. Her lover in the theater house had been burnt in the flames because he pushed her away from falling beams.

"Aloïs?"

She gasped when the voice lurks from behind her caught her off guard. The man stood up from the bed and had walked to right behind her without her hearing him.

"Monsieur! I'm so sorry, did I wake you?"

He shakes his head before spotting Y/n's shivers. Looking back at the blanket on the bed, he grabs it with one hand and swings it across her shoulders.

A gentleman! Y/n wasn't sure many workers from the Opera were quite so kind.

"You knew my Aloïs?"

He nods before leaning on the wall next to the window.

"Indeed, he helped me with costumes, more specifically Masks." The man mumbled folding his arms across his chest.

Y/n quickly realized what he meant when the dim light shone on his burnt face. Aloïs was the lead costume designer for all actors, singers and dancers in the opera. He'd certainly be willing to help a gentleman like the man stood next to her.

With a small giggle she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Of course, Aloïs would do something like that. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable without a mask."

He looks at me confused almost relieved that he wasn't the one in trouble for once. That someone genuinely asked if he was uncomfortable instead of rushing him away and out of sight.

"You're apologizing? Mademoiselle-"

"Y/n, please."

He seems to smile before leaning closer and wiping a lingering tear off Y/n's cheek.

"Y/n, my name is Erik."

Small talk lasted for a few more hours until the sun started to rise.

All members of the Opera house were called to the outside of the Inn where Monsieur André and Firmin would enlighten them of the situation.

Monsieur André took the lead standing ontop of the inn balcony.

"Listen all! I'm afraid we have terrible news you will all now be let go from the Opera house!"

A sudden uproar of voices filled the street and Y/n felt my body wobble a little from shock. Erik stood beside her with his hand on the small of my back trying to stabilize her.

Monsieur Firmin then took the lead and explained:

"This was a terrible tragedy! And with the business in shambles we have no hope of reviving it, thanks to our generous sponsor, Viscount Raoul de Chagny, we will be giving out warm clothes to help with your resignation."

They both quickly scurry out of view back into the inn, likely out the back door leaving the crowd in shock and anger.

Y/n bit her lip feeling another wave of sadness overcome her. Quick breathing and a pounding heart for the unknown future that lied before her.

"Fools!" She hears Erik mumble under his breath.

"We must go quickly!" he said grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd to the front.

They got their clothes, thanks to Erik for getting them there early enough to take a few extra pieces of clothes.

Even with a wounded leg, Erik managed to take them to a proper alleyway to get dressed in the clothing.

He dressed first, then stood at the front of the ally to let Y/n get dressed keeping a look out.

A gentleman walked by peeping into the alleyway, but Erik growled loudly and with his burnt face scared the gentleman away.

"I'm done!"

Y/n smiled walking out with the costume she wore neatly folded in her arms.

Erik seemed to smile at her for a very small second then it quickly fell away, he brought his palm to cover his face.

"May I?"

He looked at Y/n confused until she gently took his hand and pulled it away.

"This might not be as good as Aloïs's handy work."

She looked down at her costume before quickly ripping off a piece of the skirt. She used the edges to tie it delicately around the side of his face tracing over it.

"You shouldn't have to hide! People are children! Gasping at the first strange thing they see." Y/n declared.

Erik chuckles but only for a second before going back into a smile.

"Perhaps."

He offers his arm which Y/n gladly took. They walked out into the crowded streets.

The sights were great and all the small shops and children seemed so foreign to her. In the Opera house they only had wooden or stone walls with the occasional windows high up in the building. The space of an open sky and streets going as far as the eye could see was a breath of fresh air.

A few hours later, Y/n suddenly realized that neither Erik or herself currently had a place to live, she have no living family to rely on.

Walking around the city for the first time in years distracted her from the dormant thoughts about the trouble we were in.

She looked back at Erik ready to ask him if he has a plan, but his eyes were sparkling. He was bewildered and intrigued by buildings, people, sounds and other sights. Y/n was starting to wonder if he'd ever been outside the Opera.

She felt a smile spread across her face from the warmth radiating off Erik.

"Erik, have you never-"

"Hello little mis!" a voice from behind her.

Three men quickly surrounded them and Y/n felt her body shrink into fear. Her lack of outside experience made her forget about the rats lurking around the city.

"Well, well! Give us a smile! How much?"

Y/n felt one of the bigger men behind her run his hand down her back.

She jump forward from his touch ready defend herself however, Erik pinched her arm tightly between his bicep and torso.

Y/n looked up at him and noticed the grimace clenching of his teeth.

"Now, this is unfortunate, just as I was starting to enjoy the outside." Erik fumed.

The man reaches for Y/n's behind again but this time Erik uses a closed fist to swing right into the man's nose.

He pushed Y/n off to the side, just hard enough for her to delicately hit the wall. She watched while this night old acquaintance fights off three large men with a bit of wood he swooped off the ground.

Using it to jab into the first mans forearm and then kneeing him in the groin.

Erik kicks the second man in the side, and to their luck, the third starts running. Finally all three run at the first sight of blood.

Erik breathes heavily before dropping to a knee with a loud grunt,clutching his injured leg from the fire.

"Erik!" Y/n ran to his side and wormed her arm underneath his arm and around his torso.

"We have to leave before they bring friends." Y/n stammered.

Her eyes dart around to land on a Inn with a tavern at the ground floor. The sun was setting again so soon and the candles of the tavern were lit.

She walked with Erik and quickly made their way inside to set Erik down in the corner of the tavern by a table.

"Oi!" The barkeep yells at us.

"Out!! You don't have no money!"

Looking at their clothes Y/n understood exactly how he knew we had no money to spend.

"Please! This man is injured, we need-"

He interrupts Y/n again.

"No money, no service! Out!"

Y/n bit her lip hard, thinking of anything to pay this man until she got a small shred of an idea.

"I dance!"

This makes the barkeep stop and look back at them. He leaned against the bar and waited.

Y/n realized he wanted an example before she swallowed the lump of pride in her throat.

She slowly pulled her coat off revealing a very inexpensive dress they received from the Managers.

Low cut to account for all bust sizes and too long skirt for all heights of woman in the Opera house. Throwing the coat over Erik she leaned close to his ear to whisper.

"Hold on, I'll get more help and medicine for that leg."

He groans grabbing Y/n's arm, objecting to what he knew she'd do. She felt her heart want to cry at his genuine worry for her pride. She gently lifts his hand off before turning back to the bar keep.

She looked down at her skirt before lifting it and tieing it into a knot showing just above her knees.

The musician with a pocket fiddle in the corner starts playing a rhythmic song and patrons start coming in.

Y/n puts on the best smile she could muster before starting to move her legs and hips.

Y/n felt the gazes of every drunken basted, but worst of all, she felt Erik watching her. Intrigued or Disgusted? She wasn't sure. She hoped for the latter. It was the better of the two.

Moving her hand over a rich looking patrons shoulders before spinning to the bar and smiling at another gentleman.

For what felt like forever, Y/n danced following each rhythm of each song played.

Getting a small tip from some patrons before she stopped and leaned against the bar.

Out of breath with her chest moving up and down rapidly. Another song had ended. She wasn't sure how much longer she could continue, her legs burnt from no warm up before hand like she knew she had to.

The barkeep, more likely the owner of the inn, pushed a glass of water toward her.

"Well done girl! We haven't had this many patrons in a while."

He praised but Y/n growled and reached out to him with an open palm.

"I did my part, I need payment."

The barkeep looks disgusted and Y/n was afraid for a moment he would refuse her payment. Thankfully he reached into his apron pocket and gave her a good hand full of coins.

Before she could pull her hand back he grabbed her wrist and smirked.

"Come back, with a better attitude, and you can make twice as much."

Y/n gritted her teeth looking away knowing its a large possibility she'd need to come back for more payment.

She pulled her wrist back then ran to where she'd left Erik only to spot him with an angry expression.

"Erik?"

She knew it, he was disgusted! She hesitated in front of him. He only managed to lean forward and pull the knot out of her skirt letting it cover her legs again.

He looks away but patted on the seat beside him. Y/n felt her body once again shrink in on itself as she sat beside him.

She took this opportunity to count the coins and realized they had enough to rent a room for the night and for her to go buy bandages and medicine.

Once they were in the room she felt a very strange hole in her heart, she felt like she'd betrayed him. She was sure he'd leave the next chance he got. She basically did what he'd tried to prevent in the first place.

She sat on the bed facing away while Erik used this time to wash up in the wash room and apply the medicine and bandages himself.

"Y/n."

His voice stood out from the muffled cheers downstairs.

His hand traveled to Y/n's and he sat beside her on the bed.

"I'm sorry."

Those small words made Y/n breath a sigh of relief before she felt his arms wrap her into a hug.

She'd never cried in front of anyone or at least she tried to avoid it as much she could, so how is it possible for this man to have seen her cry twice.

His chin rested on her head as she sobbed. It felt like she would never stop. Until Erik started humming. A soft but familiar tune. A song from the Opera house used in one of the famous plays.

It was beautiful, an angel of music. A voice she didn't know she longed to hear. In sleep he sang to her, and in dreams he he came.

Y/n slowly calmed her sobs before her body fell into a limp sleep and exhaustion.

Erik smiled before slowly laying her onto the bed, however she was clenched onto his shirt so tightly, Erik gave in and layed with her on the bed.

He looked at her calm face wondering how she was able to remain so strong though everything, even taking care of him aswell as herself.

Feeling his heartbeat similarly to the first time it did when he saw Christine. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and slowly pulled her into his chest, keeping her covered from all the worldly wrongs.

[yona049]

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Part 5

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

Miguel was standing in the middle of Nueva York, wearing casual clothes, which he hadn't done for a long time.

The streets were lit with neon pink and blue lights along with small puddles of rain water on the ground.

He looked around confused until he heard a loud scream in the distance. His instincts kicked in and he shapes his hand, ready to shoot a web, but no webbing appeared.

Stunned for a second, he then started running towards the source scream.

"Lyla! Lyla?! Ugh!"

Unsure why his Artificial Intelligence wasn't responding, Miguel realized he was on his own.

Turning a corner, he almost slipped in a puddle before recovering and finally getting to the source of the scream.

Y/n, wearing a short red dress, was on the ground at the back of the alleyway. Miguel suddenly realized what he was reliving.

"M-mariposa... Y/N!"

He ran up to her and pulled her into his arms, her body limp and covered in blood.

"¡No otra vez! (Not again!) No! NO! C'mon baby! Talk to me!"

Her eyes slowly looked up and her hand moves to Miguel's cheek. He takes her hand and lifts it to his cheek letting tears form.

Y/n smiled before weakly whispering.

"Gabriella... Is she ok?"

Miguel nods quickly biting his lip trying to restrain his tears.

"Yes! Our daughter is safe at home."

Finally being sure her daughter was ok, she rubs Miguel's cheek with her thumb leaving a streek of blood behind.

"Te amo, Miguel." her hand falls with her last words.

"I love you too, Y/n!"

Miguel lets out a final scream of pain before someone abruptly shakes him awake.

"MIGUEL!"

Miguel's eyes fly open, and he's back in the Med bay holding Y/n's wrist. He was looking straight at Y/n who was sitting on his bed trying to wake him up.

Miguel had his hand clutched onto her wrist with his claws lodged into her skin.

Taking a few beats to breathe, they both collectively calm down.

"I'm sorry." Miguel says softly, apologizing.

"This might hurt a bit. "slowly he retracts his claws causing Y/n to whimper a little.

After his claws are fully gone he holds her wrist delicately watching the wounds.

"Why isn't it healing?" he questioned, looking at the masked Y/n.

Y/n pulls her wrist away and holds it to her chest.

"I haven't had serum in a while. I was waiting for you to wake up."

Miguel looks down at his body and traces over the bandages covering his shoulder and chest.

"I'm sorry, I know I messed up, I killed someone! I swear I'll answer for all of it, but I need to go home first! To Gabrion!"

Y/n stands up trying to exit the room quickly but Miguel stops her.

"Y/n wait!"

She stopped at the door, the sun set shining through the glass window of the building filling the room with its orange glow.

"That's your name, isn't it? You're my Y/n."

He slowly stood up off the bed with a little grunt looking at her with her back turned to him.

"Not exactly, Miguel. As much as I wish I was, as much as I wish you were my Miguel! I couldn't be that selfish. Your Y/n is-"

"... Gone." Miguel quips.

Finally she looks back at him still holding her wrist. Miguel walks closer to her and corners her against the door.

"My Y/n passed away a long time ago, and I know nothing could replace her, and I know that I couldn't replace your Miguel either but.."

Y/n holds her breath trying to hold back another stream of tears.

"I saw you die again, Miguel. You're exactly like him. I can't loose you again! I won't. So maybe I should just go back to my earth."

She looked down avoiding eye contact before dropping her mask.

Finally having her mask down, Miguel moves his hand under her chin and leaned down to look her in the eyes.

"You won't loose me, Mariposa. I won't loose you either. That night I let you go. I won't let you get hurt, not again."

Once she looked into his eyes letting the orange sunset reflect in her glossy eyes, Miguel couldn't hold back.

He leaned down and placed a delicate kiss onto her lips. A savory bittersweet kiss they both craved for years.

Y/n moved onto her toes leaning into the kiss. For a moment they forgot about every worry and every moral keeping them from each other.

Being sure she was ok with it, his hand drops from her chin and wraps around her waist, pulling her body against his.

Pulling back from the kiss with a small gasp for air, Y/n looks into Miguel's brown eyes. Her fingertips delicately trace over his cheeks before she finally cups them and pulls him back into a kiss.

Miguel pushes her body against the door lifting her body enough for her legs to wrap around him.

The make out was good until the door slides open without warning. Miguel falls forward ontop of Y/n using his hand to block her head from impact.

"Well, bet having a Spider sense would be really handy right about now!" Jess smirks looking down at Y/n and Miguel.

Y/n feels her face heat up and a blush spreads across her face.

Miguel gives an annoyed snarls and stands up before helping Y/n up too.

Not letting go of her hand they both walk back into the med bay. Y/n sits Miguel back down, but before she could turn back to Jess she feels Miguel put a small kiss onto her still bleeding wrist.

Jess rolls her eyes and grabs a bandage.

"I'll be outta your hair in a second, just came to check up on ya. And also give you some updates."

Jess uses some disinfectant on Y/n's wrist and then explains.

"Eddie Brock or Venom from Earth 132, Now dead, was part of a cannon event on his earth."

Jess wraps up Y/n's wrist, all the while Y/n looked down feeling guilty. Miguel watched her intently, before taking her hand.

"I'm assuming that Earth 132 is going to collapse soon?" Miguel asks.

Jess sighs and nods leaning against a cabinet.

"It's already in the process. I sent some spiders to try and save it, but right now. It's not looking good."

Y/n clenches her teeth and feels a ache in her heart.

"It's my fault, I killed him! I caused an entire earth to collapse!"

Jess looks at Y/n with a worried expression and walks to the door.

"Y/n, you weren't in the right headspace. For now, we'll try to contain it."

Jess left the room just as fast as she came in leaving Y/n to think.

Miguel pulled her into a hug, and placed a gentle kiss on her head.

"Y/n, I want you to go home, until I come and get you."

"What!"

"You need to think, and I need to fix this."

Y/n stands up, and takes Miguel's hands in hers.

"I can help! I can try to fix this!"

Miguel smiles and rubs her hands.

"Mariposa! I'll come get you soon. But go home, go to Gabrion. After I've fixed this! We can talk about us."

Miguel pushes a hair out of her face and places a small kiss on her knuckles.

"Ok." she whispers barely above a whisper.

"But pampering me with kisses will only work once!"

Her objection makes Miguel chuckle.

"Cariño, te he extrañado." (My darling, I've missed you.)

"What?"

"Nothing, Mariposa."

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 4

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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Warning!!

>Blood

>fainting (again ik)

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Superman was flying right beside the bat jet, fully in thought when the comm in his ear beeps.

"She left you a voice message, you know." Batman says sitting comfortably in the cockpit of the jet.

Superman smiles a little with his fists stretched out in front of him, per usual.

"Did you listen to it?"

"Of course, she could've been contacting another villain."

Superman rolls his eyes. "She's not a villain! Why do you always have to be so suspicious!"

Batman turns his head slowly and Clark didn't have to use x ray vision to see Batman's eye roll.

"You know what! Nevermind, play the message."

The light banter between him and Batman brings little smile to his face before he straightens up and listens to the voice message.

(Voice message Y/n recorded in Part 3)

Clark smiles hearing the nickname 'Glasses' then hears a little chuckle from batman.

He looks back to see batman totally straight-faced and not having moved since the last time he looked.

"I have super hearing remember?"

Batman presses his lips together, a little embarrassed getting caught laughing, before quickly starting the jets decent.

"We're here."

Superman snorts before following behind, and the jet finally landing on a small decserted island.

Once their both firmly on the ground, Batman confidently walks into the jungle.

"Who exactly is our lead? We're really far off from Gotham right now, there's no way any bad guys are around here."

Batman shakes his head, pushing a few leaves out of the way.

"I wouldn't call them bad guys, more like, reformed, thanks to my help-"

Making a quick side step, Batman avoids a vine charging right at him that superman effortlessly catches with his hand. Only after he grabbed it a red and black hammer is swung against the back of his head and breaks into hundreds of little woodchips.

"Hey! That was my favorite hammer!" a girl walks out from the bushes. Harley Quinn! Dressed in casual clothes but hair still tied into two ponytails.

"You should've warned me you'd be coming Batman!" Ivy, also wearing casual clothes stepped out of the bushes and yanks the vine out of Superman's hands.

"I sent a communication through hours ago, you should've gotten it by now."

Ivy's eyes slowly slide over to Harley, who giggles innocently.

"Red! Baby, did I mention Bat's is gonna swing by?"

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Y/n was slumped down on the floor right where Batman and Superman left her. Her fist was clutched shut tightly with blood leaking from between her fingers.

"Why is my hand bleeding? Why can my blood burn things?!"

Her heart beats quickly but she quickly takes deep breaths in through her nose then out.

"Ok, ok! Calm down, it's probably fine! Just bandage it up!"

She shakily pushes herself back up to stand. She slipped suddenly and almost sent herself flying over the railing and into the cave rocks below.

She growls and hits her head with her free hand.

"C'mon Y/n! Pull yourself together!"

She quickly runs to the medical cabinet, grabbing a hand full of bandaid and wrapping her bloodied hand quickly.

Once it was neatly and tightly wrapped up, Y/n felt herself breath again, until the bandages drop from her hand as the blood melted through the cotton material.

Y/n growls and squeezes her first shut again. She looked around for anything she was able to use to keep her blood frop dripping holes into the ground.

"Computer! Is there any way you could contact Batman right now?!"

The computer beeps once before it's voice echoes though the Bat-cave.

"I'm currently unable to reach him due to comm's being out of range. I will alert him as soon as he's back in range. Is there anything I can help with?"

Y/n scrunches her nose before stomping her foot on the ground in frustration.

"UGH! Shit!"

She looks back down at her hand before getting a small idea.

"I-I need something indestructible! The Bat's gotta have something like that here!"

The computer takes a moment before it makes a accepted sound.

From one of cases where Batman's suits are displayed, a door opens to a suit that looks close to all the others with the exception of bits of a golden metal embedded in it.

"This suit is made of Nth Metal. A metal that is used by Hawkman and others of his kind, nearly indestructible."

Y/n bites her lip and takes hold of the chest plate before yanking it off the mannequin.

"Sorry Batman!"

Feeling a bit of relief she looks around before spotting a notebook and pen.

After a few moments she's comfortably sat against a wall on the ground with her hand resting in the chest plate letting her blood drip from her palm into the chest plate like a bowl.

The notebook was resting on her leg as she scribbled down notes. Perfectly content and distracting herself with small doodles and notes.

"I really hope Batman and superman get here fast!"

She mumbles before leaning back and looking up at the roof.

"Clark, I really need you right now."

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Back in the jungle, Batman and superman were sat up in Harley and Ivy's small tree house.

The house walls made from vines and wooden floors, of course mixed in with some solar panels for electricity for Harley.

"This girl, she's got my Toxin in her blood? And she hasn't died? That's not possible, her organs should've melted from its acids by now."

Batman spots a visible flinch from Superman before quickly adding,

"Well, they haven't, we believe that the Joker venom and Scarecrow toxin have something to do with that. Was there anyone on the island recently?"

Harley was sitting next to Ivy playing with her hair when she chimed in.

"Well, There might've been some nasty looken guys on the island a few nights ago."

Harley pouts and looks up at Batman.

"They grabbed some of the Hogweed on the far side of the island, one of the plants carrying Ivy's toxin."

Superman growls before yelling,

"And you let them?!"

"Of course not!" Ivy yells back.

"We killed alot of them, but one guy got away! With a very small amount of the toxin."

Batman lifts his forearm and types onto the small screen in his cuff.

"This means they didn't have enough to make more than 1 green vile. Their intended target was one person from the start."

Superman clenches his fists with a few small knuckle clicks.

"That night I went to the storage, there weren't any other viles, only the one I took straight to you. It was a trap intended to poison Batman."

Batman looks down thinking for a second before swiftly standing up.

"We need to get back to the Reporter, make sure there aren't any other Toxin's we missed!"

Superman agrees and they both walk to the exit together before hearing Harley's voice, stopping them for a second.

"If I know anything 'bout Mister J, it's that he never makes mistakes. And if he does, it's always included in the plan somehow."

Batman only nods back at her before using the grappling hook to swing down from the tree.

It was a few minutes away from the island when batman gets a notification in the bat jet.

"What is it?" Superman asks having heard the alert.

"It's the girl, she asked the computer to call for us about 2 hours ago."

Superman feels his heart skip a beat and without another word a sonic boom follows his speeding up.

Batman puts the jet into super-speed and follows quickly behind Superman.

Landing aggressively onto the floor of the bat cave he scans for any sight of Y/n. When he spots her sitting on the ground, the chest plate was almost overflowing with blood and Y/n was out cold. The note book she'd been writing in had fallen onto the floor beside her.

He speeds over to her and lifts her hand out of the pool of blood that had burned her sleeve and only slightly burned her skin.

"She's lost alot of blood!" Superman yells to batman when he puts her back down on the med bay bed.

Batman makes quick work of her hand when he uses a thicker bandage used for Super's to wrap her hand.

"Stupid girl! Get her linked to the monitors!" Even for Batman, he had a slight bit of worry entangled in the anger in his voice.

Superman takes a stick on heart rate monitor and placing it on her chest right beneath her collar bone.

"She needs blood, but no human blood is gonna save her now!" Batman declared.

Superman realized what Batman was suggesting and shakes his head quickly stepping back.

"No! We have no idea what my blood will do to her! We don't even know if my blood is Human compatible!"

"CLARK!" Batman yells aggressively grabbing Superman by the shoulders.

"She may not have a choice! Save her, Clark. I know what she means to you."

Superman clenches his teeth giving Y/n a small glance over batman's shoulder.

"Alright, but I don't know how she's gonna handle Superman giving her blood."

"Then don't be Superman."

[yona049]

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Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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>This part contains some violence that might be too intense for some readers. Reader discretion is very much advised.

>violence and emotional distress

>depiction of graphic violence

>ptsd

>stabbing (chest wound)

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𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

~1 year ago ~

Y/n was slumped on the couch in the apartment. Gabrion comfortably laying on her chest with his head in her Neck. He was now barely 3 months old.

A tired single mom took Y/n by surprise, she wasn't expecting it to be as hard as it was. With her and Miguel's stable income over the years, Y/n had enough funds to stay afloat for a while without work.

She hadn't told Miguel she was pregnant before he died, which meant that she gave birth only a few months after his death.

She delicately traces small circles on her sleeping babies cheek.

"Miguel, if only you could've seen our squishy babies face, you'd practically never leave his side." the thought of watching Miguel as a dad made her smile.

Quietly she stood up and walked back to the crib and sat little Gabrion down. Leaving him with a delicate kiss on his head she walked back down the hallway.

Walking through the holographic wall, she found herself in the room with all Miguel's suits and her self made red suit.

She looked down at her fist then clenched it tightly.

"I know I shouldn't have taken the serum when I was pregnant, but there's no excuse now."

She walks to the desk, crouches down to a drawer in the desk.

An eye scanner makes quick work of Y/n's eye and the drawer opens. A small burst of smoke leaks from the drawer onto the ground as Y/n takes hold of a green liquid tube.

She brings it up to her arm with her sleeve pulled off her shoulder. A small hesitation stops her for a split second before she places the cold metal onto her skin.

Getting it over quickly she hits the button making the syringe blast spider serum into her veins. Steadying herself with a hand on the desk she yells in pain.

Her pupils dilate suddenly and her mouth opens to two fangs growing from her canines.

Breathing heavily she drops the syringe and looks down at her hand on the table. Claws had punctured the surface of the desk.

"Well that's new?"

As if on cue, Lyla appeared to explain.

"The first time you took the Serum it didn't have much effect, mostly because at the time there were two bodies to share the serum, yours and Gabrion. Another reason being Miguel didn't just use the serum."

Y/n Sighs.

"I know, he had the entirety of Alchemax's chemicals and machinery to try and fry himself half to death!"

"Exactly! But since then he's refined it, Miguel didn't need to take it as frequently as you do. His situation was more permanent, while you've only taken it twice. And it can wear off!"

Y/n takes the vile from the ground and rolls it back and forth in her palm.

If she wanted to keep protecting the city and Gabrion, she'd need to take the serum constantly.

~back to present ~

The next month slipped by fast. Y/n would go home to check up on Gabrion every so often but often had a baby sitter to watch him while she was in the spider society base.

Throughout the entire month, she tried to be near Miguel as much as she could, slowly getting addicted to the feeling of warmth she felt with him.

She watched missions, studying techniques the other Spiders used. Also watching other anomalys get captured and brought back to headquarters.

"For this one I'll take chica roja. (Red girl)" Miguel said watching the anomaly alert on the headquarters monitor .

Hobie nudges Y/n's arm pulling her from her thoughts.

"I think thats you, mate."

Y/n is immediately stiff and quickly protests.

"Wait! I'm not experienced! I literally just got used to being in this dimension!"

Miguel looks her right in the eyes though the mask and she swallows heavily.

In a second he shoots a web in her direction, she's quick to jump to the side out of the way, followed by continues back flips knowing Miguel's webs can turn corners.

Once the web hits a crate she jumped behind she does a perfect summersault and lands on her feet.

"See." Miguel's deep voice makes her jump.

She looks back to see she'd landed inches in front of Miguel, his folded arms almost touching her back.

"You'll be fine." he turns away giving the blush a moment to crawl up Y/n's cheeks. His voice still tickling her ears.

"Here, this will be your official enlisting." Y/n looks down at the official Dimension Travel watch in Miguel's hands.

'A Mission with me and Miguel alone.' she thought.

Looking back at Gwen and Jess, they give her a thumbs up letting Y/n feel a little bit of relief.

"Will this mission be a long one?" she questioned while swapping out the day pass watch out for the permanent one.

"No, They usually aren't."

He walks to the side and opens a portal to the earth with the anomaly on it.

"You coming?"

An excitement bubbles though Y/n's body for her first mission causing her to skip a little when she jumps head first into the portal.

A very small giggle comes from Miguel as he watches her goofy excitement. He follows right behind her closing the portal.

After they'd left Hobie stood dumbfounded before blinking a few times. "Did that old bloke just have a chuckle, or am I imagining things?"

Gwen and Jess knowingly, fall into a Laughing fit leaving Hobie with more questions.

On the other earth, Y/n lands on a typical Spider-man pose and Miguel appeared behind her.

They landed in a foggy rocky plains with small huts built on the sides of the cliffs. They seemed to be quite high up on a mountain top.

"According to Lyla, this is an Indigenous universe. Our anomaly is close. Be Careful!"

Y/n nods before the mask retracts its from around her ears.

Miguel lifts his eyebrow.

"What are you-"

"Shh!!" Y/n puts her hand over his mouth.

"Spider-bat taught me this."

Miguel pinches her tiny wrist compared to his and pulls it off her mouth. Y/n was too deeply focused she didn't notice Miguel's thumb rubbing over her hand before letting go.

Using Spider-bat's advice, Y/n listens closely to the echoing sounds of rocks falling and overall cool atmosphere trying to hear something. She gasps and her mask covers her ears back up.

"There! I might be wrong but, I hear electricity?"

Miguel nods and the sound gets closer. From the foggy plain a few bright zaps of electricity, coming off a large black goop.

"¡Mierda!" Miguel swears

"It's a venom."

Y/n bites her lip and nods. "An electric venom. Looks like this venom's body is made from a electric conductor."

Miguel jumps to action quickly, shooting a web in Venom's direction.

Venom is quick to stretch his body to the side avoiding the web then sending his arms stretched out to grab Miguel. Miguel jumps high enough to avoid Venom's grasp.

Running up to Venom, Y/n delivers a elegant side kick into venom's jaw, which he dodges then quickly grabs Y/n's leg with his tongue.

Y/n shudders at the gross slimy feeling and she's slammed into the rocky ground.

Making use of his speed, Miguel uses his talons and cuts right through Venom's extended tongue.

Y/n waits till he passes between them, then kicks Venom in the face.

Flying back Venom screeches in pain when his tongue drips with black blood. Seconds after tho, his tongue grows back earning a small chuckle from Venom.

Y/n growls looking around for another plan.

'We need to tie down the host, then, we could immobilize Venom!'

"Miguel! Catch!"

She shoots her web toward him which he catches like a rope.

He tries to figure out what she's trying to do, only to realize after she ran around Venom on the far side of Miguel.

He smirks and does the same, running around Venom and jumping over Y/n's crossed lines.

Venom let's out one last dramatic yell before it fades into Eddie Brock's voice. This Eddie had glowing robot like eyes and glowing electric veins.

Dusting off her hands she laughs at their victory until Miguel clears his throat.

He lifts his hands that are unfortunately still stuck to the spiderweb causing Y/n to laugh and use her claws to free him.

They both look at Eddie who has fallen to his knees. Miguel's mask dissappears and a happy smirk appeares.

"Well, for a first mission, that was pretty good, Mariposa."

Y/n's body freezes with her head looking down.

"What did you call me?"

Miguel looked down confused at his own words. Turning to the front Y/n with Eddie behind him.

He looks at her once again with very unsure eyes, like he was working it out, or maybe he was finally confirming the suspicions he didn't realize he'd been avoiding.

Looking down at Y/n he lifts his hand to her cheek guiding her face to look at him.

"You can't be-"

A sudden splatter of blood hit Y/n's face when Miguel's eyes widen to look down at the spike formed from Venom's goop sticking out of his chest.

Y/n suddenly saw that night in their living room again, Miguel's eyes loosing life and his mouth leaking blood, a hole in his chest she wasn't able to keep pressure on because her strength left her arms.

Miguel fell to the side when venom forms back around Eddie, the webbing slipping off the slippery body.

Y/n felt her heartbeat in her throat and ears, this couldn't happen, not again!

Y/n's claws appeared on her fingertips and she lunged forward toward her enemy. Black goop flying through the air in tiny bits as Y/n clawed her enemy into bits.

Shrieking from Venom mixed with Eddie's screams when her claws hooked onto his ribcage and ripped it from his body.

Miguel lay on the ground watching with blurry vision. Lyla talking to him was barely audible.

A storm was brewing on the mountain top and rain started falling and then pouring.

Finally Y/n stood over a mutilated body with bloody claws and a heaving body.

A blurry orange portal appeared before Miguel loses his consciousness completely.

"Y/n! Y/N!"

Jess Yells finally getting Y/n's attention.

She watches a few Spiders carry Miguel off on a stretcher and tries to run to him.

Jess stops her immediately with a hand on her chest.

"Y/n, we... We need to get that off you first."

Y/n looks down at her hands, not only blood, but bits of symbiote that could easily infect another host, Miguel just because he's vulnerable!

She stumbles back a bit, not looking away from her hands before starting to tear up, realizing what she'd done.

"Jess, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"

Jess quickly cups her face stopping her ramble then gives her a reassuring smile. Y/n drops her hands to her sides and Jess brings her into a comforting hug.

[yona049]

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

Y/n blinks slowly to hear loud chatter beside her.

"Oh! So your Miguel is still Spiderman! But his wife and daughter passed?"

"Yeah! And your Miguel passed?"

Y/n tries rubbing her eyes more than once to be sure she wasn't seeing double, but she wasn't, there were 2 Lyla's! Chatting in mid air.

Her body quickly moves to sit up and she looks around. A medical room with technologies similar if not exactly the same to her universe. She had what looked like a kid's toy watch on her wrist and a monitor connected to her upper arm. Her mask was off letting her ruffled hair stand free in all directions.

Lyla quickly pixelates back to Y/n's side with a bright smile.

"Morning Y/n! Sleeping on the job again?" she teased while the second Lyla also comes closer.

"Hmm, she does look alot like my Miguel's wife! Weird.."

Y/n shakes her head and quips.

"Lyla? Updates please? Little confused here!"

Y/n's Lyla reacts quickly and brings a virtual pannel into Y/n's view.

"We are currently in the Spider Society headquarters. From what my twin has transferred to me, I can tell you were in another universe just as you guessed."

A picture of the hundreds of spider people in the main hall pops up on the screen.

"I snapped a picture for you to mentally prepare you! This is what outside the medical room looks like. Where you are now!"

Y/n squints and looks down at the watch on her wrist.

"A Dimensional Travel Watch? Miguel's theories were right. Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse!"

The second Lyla quickly interjects.

"Well! We just call it the Spider verse!"

Y/n smiles and pulls the medical monitor off her arm. "Definitely easier to say, that's for sure! But Miguel would call it stupid! "

She stands up from off the bed and her mask quickly constructs itself back over her face.

"Let's go meet these Spider people!" She says with an excited skip in her step.

She walks to the automatic door but Lyla anxiously yells. "Y/n WAIT!"

But it's too late. Y/n walks smack into a broad chest that was entering the room as she was exiting.

"Ugh! Sorry, I was just-"

Her voice is caught in her throat. Like she was waking up from a horrid nightmare that lasted 2 long years.

There he stood, her husband just as the day she saw him, bleeding out in their living room.

Menacing brown eyes with serious eyebrows that only she could differentiate from serious to resting bitch face. He looked down at her, a big size difference that she adored and could find escape in his eternal bear hugs.

"Miguel?"

The words barely managed to leave her lips, like a droplet that hesitates to drip.

Miguel doesn't reply, only sets down what looks like a meal and a glass of water he was brining to her. He crosses his arms taking his time to study her costume.

His mouth finally opens and his voice vibrates through Y/n's ear drums, not having heard it in so long.

"So, you're the Spider from earth 927?"

A plain tone from Miguel that Y/n wasn't used to and didn't expect. This brings her head back to reality. Her stance turns strong and confident, with clenched fists and puffed out chest.

"I'm Spider woman. But I've been called the Red Spider on occasion!"

She looks at the water before looking back at Miguel. He nods as if saying yes to her question.

She quickly takes the water and the mask only opens her mouth and nose. She starts drinking the water quickly and winces at the headache caused by dehydration.

Miguel notices this distress and hand moves onto her forehead making her jump.

"Your vitals are still a little Shaky, you took a smack to the face. Your Spider serum should've fixed that by now!"

Y/n sits back on the bed and Miguel moves to the screen monitor. Taking the heart monitor Y/n yanked off her arm, he used his free hand to feel Y/n's arm for the right vein before sticking the monitor back on.

"I haven't exactly had the serum for long.." she mumbles hesitantly.

His eyes glued to the screen monitor, Y/n takes the opportunity to look at him again. No distinct difference from her earth. It just looks like their earth's tragedies had been swapped. Well, almost.

Realizing she forgot something important, Y/n anxiously looks for Lyla before spotting her.

"Lyla, Is the kindergarten ok? Is Gabrion ok?"

"He was in a safe area of the kindergarten with the younger kids." Lyla reassured her.

Miguel stops moving when he hears the name and catches Y/n off guard with his intense stare.

"Gabrion?"

Y/n clenches the cup in her hand and swallows the lump in her throat. All she ever wanted was to hear him say that name. It made her want to cry hideous tears and she wanted his comfort.

"Um.. My son. He's almost 2 now." Y/n turns her head quickly avoiding eye contact.

Miguel is silent for a minute.

"My daughter had a similar name."

He says before reaching his hand to gently grip her shoulder.

Y/n turns her head hesitantly and slowly to look back into his eyes. Miguel seemed to be working something out.

"Can I see your face?" he asks suspiciously.

In this moment, nothing else in the world mattered, only the spinning thoughts in Y/n's head, whether to show him and risk his reaction. What if he was revolted seeing his wife, what if his wife from this world was alive?!

These are all things that could risk Y/n not seeing her husband again, all she wanted was to be near him again, even if he wasn't her Miguel.

Not a moment after the alarm suddenly roared through the speakers.

"¡Ahora no! (Not now!)"

Miguel cursed before he quickly jumps to action, recalling his mask and out the door.

After a moment to breath out Y/n follows with her mask covering her face entirely once more.

They run to what looks like a dark room with many bits and parts of machinery. In the center a platform with monitors. Gwen, Hobie, Jess and someone she didn't recognize was waiting. He was dressed in a black and red spider suit.

Gwen is the first to notice Y/n and Miguel. "Hey! How you feeling?"

Y/n is suddenly submerged in Golden retriever energy, from Gwen, Hobie and Miles while Jess and Miguel are pushed to the side.

While Y/n is caught up on everyone's names and how the brought her here, Miguel walks to the platform monitors with Jess beside him.

"Who is she?" he types quickly.

Jess didn't say anything, resulting in Miguel giving her an angry glare.

Jess shrugs before looking back at Y/n and smirking.

"You like her, huh?" she teases.

Miguel follows her gaze with a little growl before blurting out.

"No! But, she's familiar?"

"How?"

Miguel hesitates to answer, watching Y/n giggle and pat Miles on the head. A loving nature beamed from her body like sunrays, a warm love Miguel felt clearly in his hollow cold body.

Not speaking out loud he thought to himself. 'Her laugh echoes though these halls so clearly. Her body is so familiar to me in ways I cannot explain, the way she moves, reacts and talks. How do I know this woman?'

Snapping himself out of his thoughts he looks back at the monitor and types a little more aggressively, scolding himself for not focusing.

Jess only chuckles a little before making a sharp whistle to catch everyone's attention.

"Listen up everyone! We have another anomaly on earth 217. Hobie! Miles! I'll take you two!"

Y/n smiles watching both the boys run to Jess excitedly.

Gwen nudges Y/n on the shoulder then crosses her arms.

"Red, while you're here, why not stick around for a bit? I'll take you back whenever, but we could use another spider-woman? "

Y/n bites her lip considering staying in this universe for a little with the occasional trip back home.

Her head turns slowly to sneak a peak at Miguel. He was standing with Hobie and Miles, explaining the mission. Y/n felt butterflies in her stomach and a happiness in her grew again.

"Sure. Why not?" she smiled looking back at Gwen's knowing look.

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 3

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Part 1

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Part 3

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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Warning!!

>claustrophobia

>thalassophobia

>ptsd?

>fainting

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The faint sound of beeping and typing brings Y/n back to. Her head was foggy and heart was pounding in her throat. What a horrible nightmare she remembered.

When she tries lifting her wrist to hold her head she realizes her wrists are tied down. Suddenly her heart is pounding again and she's wide awake. Bright lights shining down on her and white curtains around the bed she was bound to.

"Hey! What's happening!?"

She starts wiggling frantically and her heartbeat pounds into her head. 'No! NO! Not this!'

Tears form in her eyes and she squeezes them shut.

"I hate this! I hate this!" she cries out! A feeling of being tied down, Unable to control her own body, enclosed in a small space.

She feels a sudden gust of wind and her body is untied quickly before being pulled into a hug.

"Y/n. It's ok! You can move. Breath slowly." the voice hushes and comforts her.

"Cl-clark?" she says with a stutter and a sniffle. The familiar feeling of her co-workers' presence brings her back to her scenes. A comforting chest to hug into, not closed in but delicately squeezed with comforting pressure.

After a few seconds of breathing, the masculine body lets her go and stands back from the bed.

'Not Clark? Superman.' She realized looking at her hand still resting on the S symbol on his chest.

With the curtains fully pulled open she could see the large open cave, filled with large drip stone hanging from the ceiling and platforms structured off the walls.

She was on one of these platforms, another bed beside hers and medical equipment and medicine in white cabinets.

Confused, she looks back at the braces that once kept her bound to the bed. She looks back up at the worried hero watching her every move before she mustered up the courage to talk.

"Where -"

"-are you?" a deep voice makes her jump a little.

From the dark corner of the medical platform comes a large Batman, his black costume stood out from the white furniture.

"You were brought here after you stupidly got mixed up in Gotham's affairs, Reporter." He grabs hold of a scanning device and walks closer.

Superman's Sunshine voice puts Y/n at ease when he speaks again. "What he means to say is that, we brought you here to do a medical inspection. You were poisoned by an unknown toxin."

Batman moves the scanner up and down Y/n's body. Checking the monitors every so often.

It's only then when Y/n notices her throat was bandaged up. She moves her fingertips over the bandage before looking over at the monitors.

"I couldn't breathe. I remember drowning in tar."

"You tried clawing your throat open. That's why you were tied down when you woke up. You were a danger to yourself." Batman mentions.

"Why am I here? Isn't this place, you know, super secret?"

"I was going to take you to a hospital, but superman insisted you needed closer inspection. In the end, it was Martian who convinced him and me to look at your condition."

Superman crosses his arms over his chest and looks at batman. "Is she going to be ok?"

Finally looking up from the monitors, Batman looks at Superman as if saying they'll need to talk in private, before back at Y/n.

"It's time for new bandages, take the clothes on the bed side table and get cleaned up. The computer will navigate you to a bathroom, then back."

Y/n slides off the side of the bed and takes what looks like clothes from her closet. "It was you in my apartment!" she quips

"I had to be sure you weren't a trap set by Joker."

She presses her lips together before pressing her clothes to her chest. She steps onto the walkway following lights on the ground.

"And Reporter!" he calls, making her stop.

"Don't even think about wandering around. The computer is watching."

Almost feeling the threat crawl up her spine, she nods before hurrying off to the shower.

Once Y/n was well out of hearing range. Superman growls at Batman.

"Would it kill you to have some sympathy towards her?!"

"Yes."

Not bothering to argue with the Cardboard-faced Batman, Superman walks over to him.

"What's her analysis then?"

After pressing a few more buttons, a file on Y/n pops onto the large computer screen.

"Y/n L/n, Journalist for the Daily Planet. No spouse. Parents, deceased."

Superman scans though the file before reading out loud.

"Known Fears, Claustrophobia. Fear of confined spaces and Thalassophobia fear of large bodies of water. These could both explain her 'drowning in tar' nightmare."

"Scarecrow's Toxin. And she was laughing when you found her, Jokers Toxin." Batman points out.

"But there's a problem. My scans show another toxin, Poison ivy's venom."

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Y/n stood stiff as a board while the shower water fell on her head. Another very modern bathroom with no noticeable traits except for the very expensive shampoos and Soaps.

With her hands clenched to her chest she sinks into a seated position on the shower floor.

'I'm gonna be ok, I'm gonna be ok!' she kept repeating in her head.

She kept replaying her nightmare in her head thinking everything through.

'I remember, the batman on the rooftop, the poison vile. That's what I inhaled. Why! Why did I have to be reckless again?'

She finally finishes washing her body, all the muck from the scratch marks on her neck and steps out of the shower.

"Computer?" she asks hesitantly while wrapping a towel around her body. "Can I leave a message for someone?"

"Certainly! However, it will have to be approved by Batman first. Who would you like to send it to?"

She swallows hard before clearing her throat. "Clark Kent, My co-worker?"

An approved computer noise is played. "Starting recording."

Once Y/n hears a beep she smiles a little and feels a little more at ease. Even if she wasn't really talking to Clark.

"Hey Glasses! It's Y/n. I just wanted to say I might be gone for a while! Could you please fill up that cute cat's bowl that always comes by my apartment window? Not sure when I'll be back but... Um.."

She hesitates. "I think you should ask out Louis! I always see you looking at her! If I see you again I want updates!.. -I mean, WHEN I see you again!"

The computer beeps again, cutting her off before she sighs. "Thanks computer."

'I hope Batman lets me send the message' she thought and quickly finished getting dressed.

Back in the Bat-cave, Superman helps rewrap her bandages around her neck. Tucking in the edge, his fingertips hesitate for a second before pulling back.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, seeing her distress.

She nods "I'm fine, just really tense."

"Rightfully so!'' Batman chips in. "Your bloodstream is filled with 3 toxins, it's a miracle your immune system hasn't given up yet."

Superman shoots a glare toward Batman before taking Y/n's hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"So the Toxin's are getting pushed out of my body?" she quips with a sparkle of hope in her voice.

"It is, but not fast enough. Your hallucinations could start again at any time, and eventually, you'll be enough of a danger to yourself to end your own life."

Superman quickly adds "BUT! As long as we are monitoring you we could try the antidotes for all the toxins."

"I tried that, but it didn't work. The toxins cancel each other's antidotes out." Batman says before an alarm goes off on the computer.

Without another word he jumps to action. Using his grappling hook to swing him and his dramatic cape into the bat jet. "Superman! We have to go. It's our lead."

Superman nods and gives y/n's hand another small comforting squeeze. "Listen Y/n, I'll be back soon. I'll make sure you get better. I promise."

Y/n feels her heart skip a beat and her cheeks redden at Superman's genuine vow. Almost like a knight saving the princess from her tower.

With that he flies beside the Bat jet and out of the cave.

Y/n couldn't help a bashful giggle bubbling from her stomach. "The handsome Superman saved me, huh? Is this how Louis feels every time?"

Her moment of joy is short lived when she quickly yanks her hand off the metal railing she was leaning against.

"Ow!" she whines as a sizzling burn dissolves off her palm.

"What is this?" her chest filled with fear once again watching the railing melt slowly from her acidic red hand print.

"Is that.. My blood?"

[yona049]

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

Disclaimer°

> Head trauma

>Passing out

>Slight sleep paralysis

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[ I wrote this at 3am and there is a big chance there are typos, and grammer issues. - _ - Please let me know if there's anything that needs to be corrected. Enjoy~]

𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

Children laughed as they ran through the kindergarten playground. Teachers sat on small chairs with colorful coffee cups in their hands.

One small boy, maybe 3 years old was swinging back and forth on the swing. His hands lifted into the air as his swing went alarmingly high. One of the teachers seem to notice. "Ethan! Careful on there!" she stood up quickly.

Ethan looks up at her, before his small body slips from the seat and he flies off the swing.

A flash of read zooms by before Ethan hit the ground. Spider Woman 2099 landed with the boy in her arms.

"Thank goodness you got here-" the teacher is cut off when Ethan is shoved into her arms.

"Hurry! Evacuate the children immediately!!" Y/n urges on.

"There's trouble heading this way!" quickly she rushes all the children back into the classrooms and hopefully to the exit.

Lyla pops up to Y/n's side. "ETA 3 minutes, he is moving really fast."

As soon as everyone is off the playground Y/n uses her webs to secure the door.

"I don't understand, where did he come from? Doc Ock died almost 70 years ago!"

A sudden tentacle slams into the ground just as Y/n manages to jump out of the way.

With the use of his tentacles he effortlessly clumps over the playground wall with his hands resting behind his back. His coat made from a black material with white glowing stripes and circles to decorate. His goggles also looked like he had white lights for eyes.

Y/n lands on the roof of the jungle gym before yelling. "Hey! Tron wants their wardrobe back!"

Once Doc Ock spots Y/n he sends another tentacle flying in Her direction only to break though the plastic of the roof.

Y/n dodged again only to grab hold of Doc ock's 3 other tentacles. She rips it out from underneath him and he almost lands flat on his face if it wasn't for his 5 other tentacles.

"Dang It!" Y/n swears under her breath.

Lyla pixels herself back into Y/n's point of view. "This isn't gonna be as easy as the others, you've never been up against someone like Doc Ock."

Gritting her teeth she sends a web into Doc's chest before sliding underneath him. Using the web to yank him down into the ground.

"So what are you? Like a fan boy? Or a Doctor Octavius under study?" she questions before her leg is grabbed and she's yanked across the playground into a classroom wall.

Doc Ock growls before smirking. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again! I am the one and ONLY Doctor Otto Octavius!"

Three more tentacles shoot toward Y/n. She reacts quickly and claws shoot from her finger tips. She swiftly slices the tentacle that grabbed onto her foot and jumps our of the way.

"He seems to be pretty set on that answer. Lyla? Any theories?"

"Well, Judging from the scan, I think he might be right. His Dna doesn't match Doc Ock's from 70 years ago, he doesn't match anyone's dna on our database for that matter."

Realizing she can't keep dodging she quickly searches for anything she could use that could land the Doc out of commission.

"Ok, this might be far fetched, but do you remember Alchemax End of Year Party 3 years ago?"

"Yeah! You wore that short red dress, Miguel couldn't stop growling at everyone even looking in your direction."

Y/n smiles at the memory before shaking her head. "Focus Lyla! That night we got talking to another Doctor about the Multiverse theory."

"I remember, Miguel had his theories but he never spent alot of time on that. You think this could be another universe Doc Ock?"

Before Y/n could answer, she's grabbed and held in the air with no hope of moving.

"Finally! Now tell me where Spiderman is before I rip you in two!" Doc growls.

Y/n yanks her one leg free bed kicking doc in the jaw. "She's right here!"

While he tries to recover she kicks the tentacle with her heel to break free but he recovers to quickly.

"You asked for it!" Y/n feels the tension as her body starts getting pulled apart. Her arms felt like they might get detached from her torso.

Just before she could let out a painful scream, the sound of a motorcycle catches her attention.

Doc Ock is suddenly rammed into finally dropping Y/n. "Lyla, What was that?"

"It's called a rescue!" a strangers voice answers instead of Lyla.

Y/n looks up at 2 other Spidermen. One with a white pink look and one who jumped straight out of a 70's magazine.

"I'm Gwen, and this is Hobie. You ok?" she introduced herself as she lifts Y/n from the ground.

Y/n looks around a little confused. "I'm fine, but a little confused? You're-"

"Spider men~" Hobie hums putting his hand on his side. "From another universe, 'course!"

"So, My theory was right! I'm guessing he's from your universe?" Y/n makes wave movements with her hands trying to Imitate Doc Ock.

Gwen snorts and waves her off. "Nope! He's just not from this one!"

Just then Hobie and Gwen twitch before jumping to the side.

"What the-" A plastic table flies straight into Y/n and knocks her back. Grumbling she sits back up.

"Shit!" she yells before the pixels dissappear to above her nose to reveal a bloody nose when Hobie helps her up once more.

"Ey, sorry 'bout that! No spider sense huh? I mean makes sense."

Gwen looks down at her watch before hitting some buttons.

"Well, their spider verses are literally right next to each other."

Y/n was just about to object when her head started spinning a little, Gwen grabs hold of her arm but she pulls it away.

With her hand on her head she mumbles a quick "I'm fine."

Hobie looks back at Jess who's been holding Doc Ock back the whole time.

"Step back, Love. We got it from here." he turns with his hands in his pockets but Y/n grabs him.

"No way! I got this."

This caused Hobie to smirk before swiftly swinging his leg under her and knocking her back on her ass once again.

"Yeep! Definitely stubborn like the that old geezer!" he shoots some webs onto Y/n's hands.

"Brb!" he swings off with Gwen.

"Hey!!" Y/n yells in frustration yanking her hands back and forth trying to break free.

Claws out but her hands were too stuck. "Damn kids, damn head!"

Finally her head drops back and her eyes roll back into her head. Out cold.

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"I swear, Mi amor! You'll be the death of me!"

Miguel laughs when Y/n smeers cream onto his nose. They were standing in the white modern kitchen, cooking utensils and ingredients scattered across the table.

"We have so much cream left, and all the Cream cake is already coated-"

Miguel interrupts Y/n when he nuzzles his nose into her neck and hugs her from behind.

"¡Dios mío! Then use the cream for the coffee, mariposa. Not to smother me." another bright smile when he rests his chin on her shoulder.

Y/n brings her head to the side of his face and pushed him closer to kiss his cheek.

"Hmmm, mari-... posa? New one. It's cute! What does it mean?"

Y/n continues mixing, feeling Miguel's voice vibrate when he talks. "Mariposa... Is a small butterfly that falls pray to the great and dominant spider."

His voice teases when his hand travels under her top. This earns him a smack with a spoon full of cream to the face!

"Ey-!"

He stumbles back a bit and smeers the cream out of his eyes. Y/n struggles to to contain her laughter until finally she starts belly laughing still holding a wooden spoon in her hand.

"¡Ahora lo pediste!" (Now you asked for it!)

Miguel teases and quickly storms toward Y/n. She reacts quickly and dodges is grabbing hug. She starts running down the hall from the kitchen still having a giggle fit.

Miguel rather unfairly, using his web to shoot from his wrist and yanks Y/n back into his arms.

Y/n presses her lips together trying to keep from laughing. "Oh no what is little Mariposa to do now?"

Miguel smirks and gives her a small kiss with a cream filled face.

Once he pulls back Y/n licks some cream off her lips and giggles again.

"Te amo, mi mariposa." (I love you, my butterfly.)

He whispers while looking at her eyes as if they had him entirely enthralled him.

"I love you too, My spider."

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Y/n's head was pounding. The force she felt on her scull managed to muffle most of the sounds and voices she heard.

"She's going to be fine. But she can't stay here."

"Jess, listen. You've seen her file! She's more than suited for the Spider Society!"

"And what if Miguel sees her?"

A completely different voice quickly chips in. "Maybe it could do some good. He's gonna Botch it anyway when he finds out what universe we had to go to for the mission!"

"Just try Jess. Maybe he could use this. For the better." Gwen begs.

Jess sighs "Alright, but keep her mask on for now. It's her choice. Her Miguel wasn't so lucky either."

[yona049]

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Part 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

On a earth across the vast multiverse Miguel O'hara leaves a wife behind to grieve for him, she takes on the roll of Spiderman 2099, little to her knowledge another Miguel O'hara is about to find himself on her earth.

𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩𓆩🕸️𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪𓆪

Disclaimer°˚

>mention of death/Funeral

>slight intrusive thoughts

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"Miguel O'Hara. A son, A Friend... A husband." This was all Y/n heard before her ears started ringing. Her brain scattered as she looked down at the freshly dug grave and clean polished tomb stone.

This wasn't right at all. Her whole body burning with anger when she saw only one or two friends had shown up to her husbands funeral. They'll never know what he did for this city! The pain he drove himself through, mentally and physically. Nueva York wasn't and never will be thankful for all his efforts.

Once she returned home she dropped down on the couch wearing the black clothing soaked in the rain that continually poured outside.

A once Happy household filled with laughter or the occasional fight, felt quiet. Unlike the house, the city outside was busy, traffic ushers angry drivers to a psychotic honking fit. This wasn't unusual, tho it was more active since the once hero disappeared without a trace.

Feeling drained of all emotion, Y/n looks over to the still filled trashcan. Bandages and futuristic heath packs filling it to the brim. That one horrible night is what brought this nightmare to life.

Y/n stood up from the couch and walks right by the bin and down the hallway.

When she stops in the hallway and looks at a hologram picture of her and Miguel at some vacation resort, hanging on the wall. She clenched her fists and grits her teeth. "Lyla, open the door, please."

The holographic picture quickly switches off before suddenly swapping to Lyla, wearing her usual white fluffy coat and pink heart shaped glasses. As she floats in the air in front of Y/n, she slowly removes the glasses. "This room is for Miguel's eyes only-" Lyla is suddenly interrupted by Y/n's sudden loud exclamation. "Miguel isn't HERE anymore!" This makes Lyla flinch back before she finally sighs quietly. Her eyes fill with sadness and sympathy as the pixels she's made of slowly fades out. A small opening starts growing bigger and bigger from where there was once a wall and finally Y/n walks through the doorway.

Once in the room, Y/n looks around at the walls with an infinite illusion of blackness. Completely empty and void of any objects she quickly calls Lyla again.

"Lyla, show me everything. Every file, every piece of tech, everything in this room that's hidden." she folds her arms into a protective self hug.

Slowly the infinite void starts to fill up with furniture one pixel at a time. Bits of suites in the making, a Soldering Iron and a motherboard laying on a desk.

Digital monitors watching all corners of Neuve York. Among all the digital things was real paper pinned to a cork board.

Y/n walks up to it and gently runs her fingers across the red thread. Just like she'd seen in all those old detective movies. She followed the thread to each pin seeing alot of different news paper cutouts. Tyler Stone, Carnage and Proteus. All classic villans of the great hero Spiderman.

Y/n finally spoke after a long few minutes of stareing and thinking. "The fate of Nueva York rested on his shoulders. He broke bones, scarred muscle and almost lost his life numerous times! And these people barely bat an eye. His efforts for them, all of this for THEM!"

Y/n makes a sudden scratch across the cork board! Papers are sent flying and pins drop to the ground, red thread hooking onto Y/n's fingers. This was anger, deep and uncontrolled anger. She kept clawing at the board. Ripping everything off and to pieces not bothering to take a breath or stop. When the board was finally free of all it's pins and papers, Y/n stopped, out of breath and not bothering to flinch at the holes the pins left in her hands and fingers.

A few moments passed. Lyla took this opportunity to appear again. "Y/n, your hands will get infected. I suggest disinfectant, and ointment. Please."

Hearing Lyla's worried tone, she slowly looks up though the loose strands of hair. "Lyla, I'm sorry. I-I'm.." she trails off as the warmth of tears cover her red puffy face. She sinks to the ground, hands too heavy to lift. All she could do was cry. A messy bundle of black makeup, tangled hair and bleeding hands.

After her hands were bandaged up, she was sat in the secret lab in her home. Dressed in one of Miguel's shirts with a cup of strong coffee. She looked around once more, the suit on a mannequin. No blood on the holographic suit, Only a large gash of broken pixels on the chest.

She looks back at the monitors now streaming some camera footage of all dark ally's or known crime hot spots. Her ears perk when she hears two guys waking down a particularly dark street and talking.

"This Spiderman hasn't shown up in almost 3 days now! Absent punk is binging all hell back to the city!" says a man wearing an irish cap.

His friend with a cigarette between his lips snorts and agrees "Yeah! No kidding. Well, it's not like much changed, villains always came back after he supposedly 'saved the day'. What a waste."

Y/n look a deep breath and exhaled a growl, she tried staying calm, but the anger in her boiled up once again. Her eyes seemed to redden before she looked right at the holographic suit.

Y/n Aggressively Brings the mug down onto the table.

"Lyla! That suit can be shaped to any body type right?"

Lyla looks at Y/n, not sure what she's suggesting. "Yes, but it's still a little damaged."

Maybe it was a chuckle of anger that escaped from Y/n's rapid exhales and inhales, but this ushered her on to stand up quickly and walk right up to the much bigger suit.

"Let's change a few things then."

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The men on the street are still chatting the night away. Taking about how they could easily be the Hero! How that would get them all the girls and money.

The cigarette smoke from the man, drifts up past the harsh gleaming street light. This is where Y/n hid. Ontop of a streetlight, effortlessly balanced thanks to the suit she wore.

Atone to her figure, the suit was no longer fitted to Miguel's large shoulders. The large opening of pixels still remained on her chest right below the collar bone. But something was different, the once blue and red suit now flipped in color. A blue symbol for Spiderman and a fully scarlet body.

Listening, seething with anger. They undermine her husband so easily. In the moment she was ready to charge, to use a powerful blow against these pests who dare to complain.

But something stopped her dead in her tracks. A melody she recognized instantly.

A small song being played on a very old radio by someone down the dark ally by a dumpster fire. A song that was playing the night she and Miguel met.

She had been invited to a bar to celebrate a colleges promotion, still being relatively new, she didn't know alot of people from Alchemax.

The rain was falling onto the glass windows. The bar stood out among the white plastic and blue lined technologies of the future, because of its original wooden texture and orange lights. The bar's "vintage night" a mixture of music and drinks they used to use in the far past.

The band played vintage instruments, and there it started, a guitar solo with a slow pace.

One by one everyone went to slow dance, long time friends and colleagues laughing their way onto the dance floor.

Y/n watched from the corner of the bar, no drink in particular, just whatever the others got.

She looked down at her phone for just a second when thunder suddenly struck. She lost her grip and her phone went flying across the bar.

"¡Oye, míralo!" a voice exclaimed.

Y/n Quickly collected herself and rushed to her victim.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, the thunder caught me off guard!"

Her eyes land on the hand holding her phone and as soon as she grabs it she looks up into his eyes.

A very tall man with incredible build and intense stare. Brown, near red eyes looked down at her curiously before letting go of the phone.

Y/n brings the phone to her chest looking a little worried.

"Did it hit you?" she scans his face for any obvious brushes.

"No, I have really good reflexes." he finally speaks with a dark chocolate voice.

Y/n nods and reaches to put her phone in her bag.

"Again I'm very sorry-" The sentence gets caught in her throat before she could finish when another bolt of lightning strikes.

Miguel seems to notice her distress before delicately offering his hand.

"The music is louder on the dance floor. C'mon!"

A little taken a back Y/n smiles and takes hold of Miguel's hand.

Finally on the dance floor Miguel places his hand on her side and takes her other hand. She clears her throat awkwardly before placing her hand on his shoulder.

"First I throw you with my phone, now you have to inconvenience yourself with me."

He smirks at Y/n's remark and shakes his head quickly.

"Its really the opposite." they gently swing side to side with a respectable distance between them.

"I was actually looking for a dance partner to celebrate my promotion with."

Y/n looks back intro his eyes before finally feeling more at ease and smiles.

"Y/n L/n" she introduced herself.

"Miguel O'hara"

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Finally being brought back to her scenes, Y/n looks back down at the men she was fully prepared to charge at.

Her breathing was rapid, eyes ready to bring down a thousand rain storms. She lifts her hand and the electric webbing shoots from her wrists.

Swiftly she lands on a rooftop but as soon as her feet connect to the ground her knees give way.

Finally she gives in to the waterfall pushing her eyelids and yanks the mask off her head. Messy mask hair and puffy wet eyes.

With the sunrise rising over the city, her cheeks gleam in the orange light.

"Miguel... How can I bring you back to me?" She whispered with barely enough energy to go above a whisper.

After some distant staring, her eyes get a flicker of an idea.

"The spider serum!"

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 2

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warning!!

>poison

>joker Toxin

>slight nightmare

>drowning maybe?

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Y/n woke up with the warmth of the sun on her cheek. When she groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes, she stood up as she normally would. Slowly with heavy eyes she walked out of the bedroom and into her apartment kitchen, not noticing her winded hair and smudged make up.

Opening the fridge Y/n was welcomed with cold air, she took the milk from the fridge door before finally stopping dead in her tracks.

She suddenly felt a presence from behind her tickling the hairs on her neck. "What the-" she dropped the milk carton and spun around to face whoever was in her house but to no avail. There was no one in her apartment. No one to be seen diving into a hiding spot or charging at her.

Y/n stood still for a second before looking down at her hands. 'What happened last night?' How did she get all the way back to her apartment in Metropolis? She wondered.

She ran her fingers through her hair trying to think about what happened. She remembered going up the fire escape to get her exclusive with the Batman. But after that, she wasn't sure? Only flashes of green gas and a burning on her lips.

She walks back to the bedroom, careful and unsure. Taking hesitant steps, like she had to be vigilant. She delicately takes her phone from the bed side table and plops back onto the bed. 'If I really saw the batman yesterday, I would've taken a picture of him. I know it!' she scrolls through her gallery for a minute before sighing and shaking her head. "Nothing!" she laughs out loud. "Of course! My head made up some dream of me seeing the 'Great Batman' just to get me excited for a damn promotion." she bonks herself on the head and sighs.

'What an idiot. I probably just got onto the Ferry back home and passed out tierd on the bed.' she thought to herself. Before looking at the time.

"OH-! I'm late!!" she nearly stumbles over her own feet grabbing her bag. "Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!" she scrambles to find her shoes she wore yesterday not even bothering with a fresh outfit.

"Screw it! I'll find them later!" she hurries to find a pair of old sneakers and slips them on before dashing out the door, heading to the Daily planet.

A rushed drive and the entirety of a can of arm spray later, she arrived at the bottom of a big shiny building. At this point she took a break, out of breath. "Great! Now I have a headache brewing!"

She groans out loud, rubbing her temple.

"Y/n? You ok?" a delightful voice brings Y/n to look up and smile.

A light blue flannel wearing Clark Kent looks at her with two cups of coffee in his hands. He holds one out to her before she takes it with a great full groan.

"Holy shit, glasses! You're a life saver!" she takes a sip before chugging some more.

Clark chuckles at her with his golden retriever smile. "Careful, it's hot you know!"

Y/n doesn't say a word and only growls in a playful way. After a long elevator ride, they finally get to the office and Y/n flops onto her desk before clutching it dramatically.

"Oh sweet, low budget white plastic desk, I missed you!" she jokes and finally sits up.

"How are you feeling, Y/n?" Clark looks at her intently.

"Well! I have no interwiew with Batman and two ferry tickets shy in my bank account. So... Ok?" she laughs and starts unpacking some notebooks and files out of her bag and onto her desk.

Clark scrunches his eyebrows, worried. "No, I mean. How are you feeling, health wise? Any nausea? Coughing?"

Y/n stops to look up at Clark before she starts thinking. Actually, she hadn't had a second to think about how she felt. Other than the headache she felt perfectly normal. She smiles and puts her hand across the desk onto Clark's hand.

"I'm fine Clark. I promise it's just a headache. And contrary to how I look, you can't prove I overslept!" she giggles through her words.

"Ok..." he trails off. "But you'll tell me if you start feeling bad, right?"

Y/n looks at him with a confused look before nodding slowly.

"Sure, but why do you care for my health all of the sudden-"

"Clark!?" A loud voice interrupts her. In walks the head chief and editor of the daily planet, Perry White.

His eyes dart around before he finally spots Clark at his desk.

He snarls "Where are those reports?! I've been waiting for them since yesterday! Not a call or a word from you!"

Suddenly glasses looks flustered again before scurrying to grab some papers. "Sorry sir! I was-"

Again Clark is interrupted by his obnoxious voice. "My office! Right now!" Mister White spins on his heel and marches back into his office.

Clark follows quickly behind before glancing back at Y/n. She gives him a smile and a thumbs up, only for him to smile back and continue into the office.

The door closes and Y/n gives a worried look before looking down again. Papers scattered everywhere, but just as she started tidying up, Lois Lane calls.

"Y/n! Could you grab me file 27 from the filing room?" she smiles from one of the other desks. Her black hair and shining purple eyes. Y/n smiles and nods. Knowing Glasses liked her, she should like Lois too. Right?

"I'll go grab it! I need to grab some files too!" Y/n yells back as she walks off.

Walking through the long white hallway, turning right into the file room. 'Ugh, why don't we have this on digital yet?' she wonders as she opens a drawer and flips though files.

Y/n takes her time looking for the file with all her info on the batman when her head takes a spin. She falls bacm a little bit before grabbing her head. "What the heck?" she mutters.

Taking a second to lean against the wall, Y/n tries to regain her balance. "Must be blood suger or something?" she laughs before suddenly stopping.

In the corner of the room one of the file cabinets slam shut. Y/n stands back up and looks around the small room. "Hey! Careful you're gonna... Break it..?" her voice turns unsure when she doesn't see anyone.

Again that chilled feeling runs up her spine and she spins around. This time there was something. A black smudge as something dives into a hiding spot.

"HEY! This isn't funny!" she growls making her way towards the hiding spot. Once she turns a corner, she slams into another file cabinet that wasn't there before.

For some reason an uncontrolled giggle escapes her lips. She stares at the cabinet before some black liquid starts seeping out.

Y/n backs up, but insted of a scream she starts laughing uncontrollably. A feeling of needing to laugh puppeteered Y/n to a point of maniacal laughter.

The black liquid quickly filled the room and Y/n stumbled towards the door. Once she got to where the door should have been she stood laughing at a blank wall. The liquid quickly reached her thighs leaving her to trudge though the thick substance.

Y/n held her thoat, Trying to ease the laughter enough for her to catch her breath. This didn't work. Her stomach started to hurt and just as she thought that was the worst of her problems she stopped, something grabbed her foot and was making its way up her leg pulling her down.

She started laughing even harder trying to scream for help. Only ended up with a small help though a constant stream of laughter.

"No- Haha! Help! Ha!" tears filled her eyes as inky hands grabbed her clothes and hair, pulling her down into the still rising substance.

With an open laughing mouth. The thick liquid filled her lungs effortlessly before her yes roll back into the back of her head.

All was dark for a moment, filled with a white noise.

Finally a light brings Y/n's limp body back to reality. She was layed back on a bed with a bright shining light from above. She was conscious to a certain amount, but her limbs refused to move.

A man stood above her with green skin accompanied by glossy red eyes. Y/n could immediately recognize as Martian ManHunter member of the justice league she'd been studying so closely.

"I've telepathically isolated her mind from whatever is trying to break it. However you need to alert Batman. He should be made aware of this." The Martian starts talking in a plain tone.

"No, he's got his own problems to deal with in Gotham. This is a Metropolis problem. I'll deal with this myself.

A delicate hand is placed onto Y/n's forehead. " She's safe now. "

Feeling at ease she slowly starts to drift off again. As she does she hears the last few words from the Martian.

"Kal-El, I'm afraid this threat is beyond your reach."

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Part 1

Part 2

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Part 4

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Preview~

𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warnings :

○Poison.

○Fainting

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"C'mon Gordon! I took a 2 day ferry from Metropolis just to get here! The least you can do is let me see him!"

Y/n was following hot on Commissioner Jim Gordon's heels as he rushed though the police station.

"I don't need the damn Daily planet on my case! I already have the Gazette to deal with." he growls as he stops at his desk grabbing his lighter and cigarette case.

Y/n stops beside him glaring at him intently. She was a reporter who had one job, get a story on Gotham City's favorite vigilante. The Batman.

Gordon lights his cigarette before leaning against his desk and taking a pull from it. He puffs out the smoke before gritting his teeth and making eye contact with the reporter.

"Miss L/n, what makes you think I could get you an exclusive with the bat?" he says.

Y/n only gives him a look that makes Gordon roll his eyes at the stupid question. Only a reporter like Y/n would be able to figure out how the bat gets all his info and who from?

"Gordon, this is my one chance to get a promotion, a good one. You've known me since I was ten! C'mon, just this once." she whimpers almost like a puppy gripping her reporter bag slung over her shoulder.

The commissioner only sighs, shaking his head. "Not this time kid. This is something I promised your dad I'd never let you get involved with." 

He puts his hand on the top of her back and respectfully pushes her towards the exit, snaking their way through the busy police station. 

"Look, while you're here I'll buy ya a drink and we can do some catching up. It's been a while." he stops on the steps outside the entrance.

Y/n sighs and scratches her head out of frustration. "Yeah, I'd love to." she gives a genuine smile before saying her goodbye to The commissioner and walking off into the Gotham night air. 

She stops in the alleyway beside the police station and leans against the building wall. Taking her phone from her pocket she scrolls though the contacts and presses on the name "Glasses man"

Putting it up to her ear she listens to it ring out. Finally, a nervous voice plays out. 'Hey! This is Clark-ah Kent! Leave a message!' 

Y/n sighs before talking. "Hi Glasses, you’re probably asleep right now, I didn't realise what time it was before I called. Anyway, just calling to say you might wanna keep my seat warm. I got nothing from my source. I might just book a ferry home tomorrow. At least it means I can still throw paper planes at your desk. I'll-"

She stops when a shadow flies over the ally and heavy cape flutters echo through the night air. Her lips curl into a hopeful smirk as she looks up at the rooftop seeing the bat signal shining in the smokey clouds.

"Huh, my luck might have just changed." She ends the call and shoves her phone in her pocket.

She hurries deeper into the alley way and immediately she spots the fire escape. Y/n puts her hand on the cold iron ladder before she looks down at her shoes. "Ugh, no way I'm ruining these shoes too!"

After kicking off her shoes she starts climbing to the roof before she finally reaches the top and manages to climb onto the rooftop without gaining any attention. With bare feet she creeps behind a vent and peaks around it at the shining bat signal and two men standing beside it.

The Batman and Jim Gordon in deep conversation. This was her chance, she lifts her phone from her pocket and gets ready to calmly approach the masked vigilante.

A sudden whistle through the air catches her attention, a red cape shines even brighter as the bat signal shines onto it and slowly the S symbol comes into view.

Y/n moves her hand over her mouth to stop the excited squeak when Superman lands beside batman.

'Two heros? Oh! I'm definitely getting that promotion!' She thinks full of excitement.

Batman looks back at superman and his deep growled words manage to remind Y/n of where exactly she was and what her situation was.

"Did you find it?"

Superman nods and opens his fist to reveal a small vial of green liquid. It glows steadily reflecting against the confused look of Jim Gordon who takes it in his hand. 

"What is this? It looks like Joker venom." 

Batman gives a growl and shakes his head. "Not just Joker venom. My scanner is picking up fear toxin too. I'd have to do a deeper scan to be sure."

Finally, Superman looks up from the vial’s hypnotizing green glow. "Few hours ago, Batman alerted me of unusual chemical readings in a warehouse by the docks. Once I got there, I only found this swept into a corner. Looked like they left in a hurry."

 

Batman lifts his head." If Joker and Scarecrow are working together to combine their toxin's, we could have a bigger threat on our hands. And by the sound of it, there could be more." 

Gordon nods and gives an extensive sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, rolling the vial back and forth in his palm. 

Y/n lifts an eyebrow before using her phone to take a picture of the three standing together and looking down at the picture deep in thought.

'Two deadly Toxin's combined, what could the motive be except to cause chaos? Perhaps other villains. But Scarecrow and Joker aren't criminals without purpose, even if they are psychotic they wouldn't work together without a final goal.'

She turns her head back to the scene in front of her when a loud beeping sound interrupts her train of thought. 

The vial in Gordon's hand started beeping and perhaps out of reflex he tosses the deadly time bomb in his hand. 

Superman's eyes fly wide as he rushes to protect both Batman and the commissioner from an oncoming blast. 

However, the vial rolled across the roof until it finally hit Y/n's bare feet and her heart jumps to her throat. 

"Oh shit." she says out loud when suddenly the vial burst's open and Y/n gasps for her last bit of fresh air. 

She pulls her head to her knees and holds her nose, mouth and eyes shut. The toxic gas burns her skin and her eyes start tearing with the fumes banging on her eyelids.

'I can't hold it much longer. It burns!' 

Slowly she gives in to a lightheaded dizziness and falls sideways onto the ground letting her hand fall off her nose. 

Not a moment later the gas clears when Superman swoop's her out of the green gas. She hangs limply in his arms as they hover in the air for a second. 

Superman's gaze turns to pure horror when he sees his co-worker in his arms. Once the toxic gas has evaporated into nothing more than a tickle in the wind Superman lands back on the roof and approaches a worried Jim Gordon and expressionless batman.

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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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[yona049]

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓

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Dearest Julia,

As you may have heard it will soon be my eighteenth birthday. When I become of age my father will not hesitate for a moment to send me off with a consort to expand his wealth in riches and land. My betrothed has already been decided, a Twenty three year old Duke Andre De moi Dechant. Quite a long name as expected for a family of wealth.

I quite recently had the great privilege of meeting my so called future husband, at the planning of my 18th birthday celebration. I was called to the Dance hall where I was told he was waiting. I suppose my excitement and curiosity overwhelmed me, because I rushed down into the dance room and ended up slipping on the freshly polished floor. My blood rushed to my cheeks as I scrambled to my knees hoping to find my baring. My thoughts immediately started rushing to conclusions. My soon to be, must've been looking at me in utter disgust and shame, what wife would be so disgracefully clumsy.

However it seems my thoughts were quickly stopped when a white gloved hand appeared infront of my eyes. "Are you quite alright Mis Lottie?" he asked me with a such gentle voice that gave me no choice, but to look up and meet his gaze.

The only way to describe them were, outstandingly breathtaking. A hazle so pure like the the raising sun shining through a rolling ocean wave. A smile so genuine I almost lost my breath.

He gently lifted me with ease and I took a greater look at his features, strong build wrapped in a midnight blue coat. A jawline quite flattering to look at and a honey brown hair color to compliment his eyes.

My only reply seemed to be, yes and thank you. Because I found myself at an utter loss for words. Oh I wish you to be here Julia, we must've spent hours talking about history and the arts of man. Roaming through the gardens and finally coming to days end when I had the pleasure of receiving his kiss on my palm.

I cannot wait to share more with you at the celebration.

Yours dearly.

Lottie Amilia Rochett.

I finally finished my letter to Julia. She lived too far for my privilege of seeing her. However I do hope to see her soon at my birthday celebration.

I set the quilt down gently before taking the several pieces of paper and folding them into a gentle envelope and finally sealing it with the Rochett family crest. Two horses at the sides and a simple rose at the center.

I gave the letter to my handmaiden Lucia and asked her to send the letter off as soon as possible. She bowed her head gently before looking back at me. "The Duke! Duke Andre De moi Dechant has arrived and is waiting in the rose gaurden.

I feel my cheeks flush and my eyes immediately look to my reflection in the mirror. I squint my eyes and delicately push my curled hair strands behind my ear and pat down my dress to avoid any awkward interactions. For a moment I thought perhaps I'd take the liberty to change my slippers to another shoe. But time was not to waste. I took off down the hallway in excitement letting the blue ruffles of my grown flutter down the stairs.

Not a moment later I stood at the steps of the Mansion gazing over the gaurden and looking at the princely figure. Dabbling with a white rose in hand. Our eyes met once more, and I had no hope in fighting their intoxicating gaze.

I made my way down the stairs with the front of my dress perked up by my fingertips. Once I met him at the bottom he kneeled down offering me the white rose.

"My, you do seem to have an eye for beauty, tho our gardens only hold red ans pink roses, where on earth did you get this from?" I smile gently lifting the rose from his palm.

"That is my secret, lady Rochett." he smirks half amused before helping me down the last few steps until I'm once again needed to look up and meet his gaze.

"Shall we go for a stroll?" he asks already offering his arm.

"But of course, I can't possibly reject such a fine gentleman. And please, my name is Lottie." I smile before gently curling my fingertips over his forearm.

We walked for perhaps an hour when I started to regret my decision to not retrieve another pair of shoe. My mind had been so lost in our simple conversation, I had yet to feel my feet getting pricked by the hard winter grass and left about trimmed rose thorns.

I tried my best to not let my pain show, after all, what kind of wife would I be if I could not handle the simple thorn prick.

"My lady?"

"Hmm?"I smile and look back up at him when we finally stopped. But when I looked back up at him, I could not believe his worried expression. Had I not hidden my coos and whimpers well enough? Would he be disappointed in such fragility I offer.

It only took him a moment to kneel down infront of me before asking permission with his delicate hand gesture to the bottom of my gown.

I sighed before delicately lifting my dress and lifting one foot to satisfy his curiosity aswell as my own.

To my surprise, he gently layed my foot in the palm of his white gloves before examining the damage to my thin slippers. I closed my eyes, waiting for a sudden growl of disappointment that I was used to. But insted, I was welcomed by a joyful laughter.

"My, Lottie! You definitely have a high pain tolerance!" he managed to say though his laughter. My eyes widened ans my cheeks seemed to blossom all the more red.

He stood back up before gently lifting my chin to look into his joyous expression.

"I suppose now is as good a time as ever to play my role as your partner." he enquired, but I did not have a moment to object when he lifted me into the air like I was made of tea bags or candy wrappers.

I pulled my hands to my face quickly covering it hoping that I would turn to dust then and there and blow away in the ghastly breeze.

However, I'm once again surprised at a gentle kiss on the back of my hand and the whisper of a gentleman. "Please, Lottie. Don't be shy, I could only hope this was an accident."

I peak through my fingertips only to meet his wondrous smile before he looked away and started walking once more.

It took me a moment to gently put my palm on his chest, to somewhat enlighten him of my appreciation, due to my lack of words.

"Where are we going Duke? I'm afraid you might not be able to carry my weight for long?" I bite my lip in waiting for his response.

"Are you implying that your weight is something I cannot handle?" he smirks before giving a quick chuckle. "If it brings you any comfort, Weight and size is irrelevant to me, it does not influence the beauty that you have. But you, Lottie are not heavy, not in the slightest." he looks back at me. Tho I couldn't help my shocked expression.

My heart pounding so fast for a reason I cannot explain. But my comfort lead me to lay my head in the crook of his neck with a smile I cannot wish to hide.

Not too much later we settled in the white pergola of our gaurden where he set me down on the bench. He kneeled down once again and I watched him gently remove his gloves before looking up at me.

"May I, remove your slippers, my lady. " he gave a teasing bow as a butler would with his palm to his chest.

I found myself giggling and quickly replying with a flick of my wrist. "Do as you wish fine sir!"

He smiled and gently lifted my slipper from my feet to reveal my indefinite need of new slippers. He gently brushed off the few green grass pieces from the sole of my foot earning a giggle to bubble up from my stomach.

In turn he giggled aswell before reliving me of my other slipper.

Finally he took a seat beside me and glanced over the magnificent garden. We stared over the red roses before he broke the comfortable silence with a relaxed sigh.

"This garden's beauty, has no match to the beauty seated beside me." he glanced over before lightly lifting the rose from my hand and placing it over my ear to curl into my red lavish hair.

"If it's no bother, I have to confess, I was not satisfied with the dreadful thought of being forced into a marriage, young ladies from far off lands usually have a taste for materialistic things such as jewels and gowns of the finest silk. But here I'm seated beside a woman who only dreams of roses and the fine arts of paint. "

I look down gazing at the frills and bows that decorated my dress.

"I suppose my love for art is apparent, but I'd hope it wasn't too clear that a woman would dream of taking up a brush. " I bit my lip before resting my hands on my lap.

"Well, it wasn't entirely clear, I simply guessed as to your hands that are covered in paint." I flinch at his words before I cup my hands together hiding my obvious stained hands.

"I hope this does not affect your choice in keeping me as your wife." biting my lip hoping I did not guarantee my father's rath.

"Not at all, I care not weather you braid, paint of even ride a stallion." his hand gently moved over mine.

"My only wish is that you remain truthful to your passions. Seeing a smile decorate your lips, is the finest beauty in all the land." his hand lightly separates my hands from each other and delicately braids his fingers with mine.

I look back at him seeing him hunched over to look directly at my watering eyes. Once again he smiles and makes my soul feel vulnerable to him.

He takes this opportunity to engulf me in his arms, delicately resting my head in the crook of his neck. Embracing me like the sweet warmth of a summer sun.

"Andre..?" I whisper.

"Yes, my darling?" he whispers in a delicate tone.

"Thank you."I simply said hoping that he would understand his comfort was absolutely cherished.

"Of course, my dearest Lottie."

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[yona049]

The Blackstrom

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Still newbie writer so pls don't judge too harshly ^o^

Warnings?

Vampire.

Gore maybe?

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The air seemed thick with heat after the heavy sun had just set on the west's sandy plains. Her red velvet gown ripped just below her knee, was blowing through the wind. A rattling train beneath her heel. The sky was still barely a sandy orange mixed with the chilling blue.

Her red eyes glimpsed through black curled locks as she lifted a cowboy hat back onto her head. "Well, it seems we'll dance again, cowboy!"

She tips her hat at the young man standing infront of her with a glimpse of white fangs beneath her smiling lips. "Tell you what. I'll hold back this time, on the one condition, you give me a smile, handsome." she teased with a wink.

The young man held a silver shining bullet that made the stars shy away from its glimmer. "Well ma'am, can't exactly say no to a lady now can I?"

His lips curl into a sly smirk reveling a soft glimmer of rare blue jewels in his eyes. Rare indeed in the wild west. "May I say Ma'am, you're looking real classy ta'night. New hat?"

She gives an amused giggle. "Why yes! Good of you to notice. Call it a gift from my dinner date." She giggles while licking a slight smudge of blood off her upper lip. "Indeed, he was quite a treat~"

The young man sighs as his gun spins from its satchel around his finger. "Surely each one can't be quite as sweet, I have yet to show you my dance moves." slowly he makes an effort to step closer while the wind rushes past him, silver weapons clanging beneath the brown leather jacket.

"Hah, I can see how you'd be a treat, mister Blackstorm. But unfortunately, I must decline. I have a personal rule against silver decorated hunters. A little too much shine for my taste." she spins on her heel about to take a leap into the desert below, when she quickly leans back, barely avoiding a thrown dagger across her cheek.

"My My, seems like someone can't take a hint!" she looks back at him from the corner of her eye seeing his hand out reached as he threw the dagger. "Forgive me, ma'am, I tend to be very pressing."

The train hits a sudden turbulence leading it to tilt only slightly. And suddenly the vampire woman jumps into action. Her speed brings her behind Blackstorm, reaching for an opening to strike at his chest but he quickly dodges, jumping forward and swinging his leg beneath the vampires feet. Falling off her balance she tries to regain it by grabbing onto the trains steel roof digging her nails deep into the rusted material.

With a sudden pull of arm strength she's back onto her feet sharing the trains rattled movements. "Hah! Did you truly think I'd be killed by such an old trick?!"

Black storm still kneeled down onto the train gives a light chuckle. "I suppose I did, but rule one of hunting vampires." he takes a pause to smirk and glance up at her. "Always have a backup for everything."

He takes the opportunity to lean down into his lap just as the train enters a dark tunnel. The vampire woman only gasps before the roof of the tunnel hits her, leaving her a bloodied splat on the wall.

Moments later the train emerges from the darkness and the Cowboy stands back up straight with only the clink of his boots to celebrate his victory.

"And that, m'lady, concludes our dance."

He says as he pushes his hat firmly onto his head with the night now completely engulfing the sandy plains.

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Might make part two! What do you think? Let me know! :D

Hope you enjoyed this lil' read! ^_^

[yona049]

Short story °

Warnings :

°None?

°Implied Greek mythos

°Fluff(^o^)

°Implied Hell and demons

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Preview~

She is, the dark kings wife.

Some would call him the literal king of hell. Dark black eyes that stole your soul, and his punishments was sought out by red flames that made even the snow burn. Sounds quite unlikely doesn't it? Perhaps, but rumors spread fast. Luckily for me, he's my one and only husband. Suppose that makes us the rulers of hell.

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Persephone, wife to hades the king of the underworld. She was captured by him on his dark chariot before they dissappeared back into the cracks in the ground.

I couldn't help but smile at the nostalgic story as I gently closed the book in my hands. The sound of flames and screams making the window beside me vibrate with unbelievable might. Tho it was the only thing strong enough to keep the noises and heat muffled outside the castle walls.

I sat inside the great library, floors cool to the touch thanks to the castles powerful barrier from the chaos outside.

My fingertips traced over the golden plated book title of Hades and persephone. Perhaps I wasn't similar to her. But we were both rulers and consorts to the mighty Kings of the dead.

I couldn't help the giggle coming from my lips when the thought of calling him a 'Mighty king of the dead.' he was definitely mighty, But king of the dead he was not.

"What's so funny, love?" a deep voice enchanted my head to turn to it. On a red velvet couch sat a very darkend man. His dramatically heavy cloak tossed over the arm rest and his legs crossed, showing off dark boots with a heel. Something to make him seem taller oddly enough.

His arm gently rested over the back rest of the couch and a small book rested between his fingers. In his long raven black hair sat a crown braided in as to not slip off his mighty head.

"Nothing, my dear. I was simply wondering how I ended up with such a brilliant husband." I flattered looking back at his deep unnatural black eyes looking at me through fallen locks of hair.

He wasn't the devil. He was merely the kings magical torturer and army commander. Yet our residents was found deep underground where mother earth's heat beckoned at our doorstep.

Thankfully, he married a beautiful enchantress who saved all guests from burning up upon entry of our castle.

Seeing as he had gone back to reading I simply glided towards him letting the thin silk of the soft blue grown flutter behind me.

Holding the book in my arms I took a seat once more beside him. Settling myself into the spot where his arm rested over the couch. As I was hoping, his arm didn't stay settled for long before he gently wraps it around me, his now captured pray and gently caresses my arm.

"What are you reading?" he pondered setting his book down and taking the one in my arms.

"Hades and Persephone, did you know that the greeks wrote a book about us?" I said with a snicker.

This lead to a delighted "Tsk" slipping from his lips before he glanced back down at me. "My, it seems they have. Perhaps I must burn them to ashes for not crediting their muses?"

He took the opportunity to pull me down onto his chest letting us lay on the couch with a soft chuckle.

I lift myself from his chest, with my palms pushing me off his chest."Perhaps this would be more romantic if you weren't wearing this dark cluttering armor."

I traced down his chest piece lightly before it suddenly puffs into thin air thanks to the magic energy on my fingertips. I flopped back into his chest now only covered in a white linen shirt that had quite the low V neck.

I smirked ever so slightly as his fingertips brushed through my hair and over my shoulders.

"Darling.. You'll need to return that, we still have guest's who will be arriving soon." he said in a warning voice.

"Alright! I'll summon it back! After I've had my cuddles!" I sigh before smiling and closing my eyes.

His gentle hands combing through my hair made me sigh with relief at his fraction of undivided attention.

We layed in silence before he simply whispered." I love you, my queen."

And with a small smile I returned to his gaze lifting my head.

"I love you two, My king." and simply kissed him delicately, hoping this quiet moment will last a little longer.