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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 4 years

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how would you do a percy jackson adaptaion?

okay, so I know this is a controversial opinion right off the bat: I really don’t think it should be an animated series.

A large part of the appeal of the series is that it’s a fantasy series set very very firmly in reality. Literally, apart from the camps, you could go to every location hit in the books. Riordan mentions specific streets, buildings and landmarks, and that was cool when I first read them. I remember being a kid and waiting for him to set a scene in a place near where I lived! I remember trips to New York and being able to envision an epic war happening in the streets. So I think any adaption needs to be live action just to keep that same feeling alive, while I’m not knocking on animation, I just feel like taking the story out of real life would make it loose a little of the charm. Like, the scene where Manhattan is completely frozen in time? It would be haunting to see that in real life, but I feel like it would be less impactful if it didn’t…you know…look real? The series should be done in a way that makes you truly feel like you could just turn a corner and walk straight into a snake woman going about her day.

Now: another large part of the appeal of the series is how funny it is, but a lot of that…is Percy’s inner monologue. He doesn’t actually voice most of it, there was even a book where Annabeth described him as being quiet. So, I think the best way to work around this: make it Interview With A Demigod.

Imagine it’s got an interview with a vampire-esque setup- and this even works because within the riordanverse, the books canonically exist because Percy sat down with a ‘camp scribe’ and had his quests recorded. So, like, this isn’t even entirely out of left field. But just imagine, a college-aged, maybe a little older Percy, I can see it so clearly in my head, he’s wearing a sweatshirt that at first glance looks like it says NYU but a trained eye will see it actually says NRU for a camp jupiter easter egg, he’s sitting in some dinky little diner (maybe it can even be a monster donut or something with a clever greek myth related name) with a guy who’s recording the conversation on some old-ass tape recorder that keeps acting up but they can’t record on a phone because of the whole technology thing. Every now and then it’ll cut back to them to get some great Percy thoughts out there. They open with older Percy saying the ‘look, I didn’t wanna be a halfblood’ and then explaining where he was when the whole mess started. Once he get’s to “was I a troubled kid?” the screen fades from older Percy to 12 year old Percy getting in a fight with Nancy and her gang, and the voice over says the ‘Yeah, you could say that’ part as we see him get threatened by the principal to behave on the field trip. Boom, we’ve got an opening. Lowkey….I’m seeing Jordan Fisher as older Percy, but I’m not 100% married to the idea.

And before anyone tries to argue that showing an older Percy would spoil he’s not gonna die in last olympian- like, reading the books, we all knew he wasn’t going to die. It was a first person narrative and he was consistently speaking in past tense lmao like we Knew he was gonna make it. We still enjoyed the series. It won’t ruin anything.

I want part of the score of the adaptation to be instrumental versions of songs from the musical, I think that could be a sweet nod to that team.

They really need to nail camp halfblood. I know that goes without saying, but in order to keep the pacing of the story decent we can’t spend as much time falling in love with it like we got to with the book. The book is like, 24 chapters and the quest starts at chapter 12- for a movie or tv show, that’s just gonna feel like it’s dragging. So, the insanity of the camp needs to smack you in the face right away, and then it needs to endear itself to the viewers quickly after that. Don’t try to ease the viewers (or Percy) into the mythology is real thing, rip it off like a bandaid. He’s on his way to meet Chiron and Mr. D for the first time and even if he’s not comprehending what he’s seeing, there’s nature spirits and harpies all around going about their day. Hestia waves at him and then disappears into the flames. Hecate kids can be seen casting a spell on the porch of the Hermes cabin. The Stolls are seen pranking some Aphrodite kids. He sees someone surely die on the climbing wall but then you hear a faint ‘I’m okay!’. The Apollo kids put a rhyming curse on another cabin. Pure chaos all before he gets the ‘so, gods are real’ speech. And then after that…show how warm Luke is to him at the cabin and at dinner. Show the kids all goofing off at the campfire and really make it clear that they’re children. Show the strawberry fields rolling in the wind and Percy sitting on the beach. The whole couple weeks where he’s searching for powers and learning greek and latin with Annabeth can be a montage. Make it clear how hurt and scared he is when he finds out he needs to leave.

It needs to really get you feeling how Percy’s feeling, every laugh, every tear, every moment of fear or confusion needs to shine clear through. Like…think of Spider-Man Homecoming, the Washington monument scene. All things considered, it’s not the most high-stakes scene we’ve ever seen in that franchise, and when it cuts to the kids in the elevator, they’re worried but not quite freaking out, but that scene feels very high stress to watch because the movie is good at getting the viewers to feel what Peter feels. A Percy Jackson adaptation needs a touch like that, because Percy’s a very emotional kid and that’s what a lot of the scenes hinge on.

Lowkey- I’d love it if the casts of both the previous movies and the musical had cameos or bit parts (the movie cast did Nothing Wrong, it was the rest of that team). It’d be hilarious to see, like, Jake Abel as the owner of the poodle, or Logan Lerman as Older Percy and the reporter’s waiter that keeps trying to get in on the conversation, or Brandon T. Jackson as a satyr who’s still stuck grooving out in the Lotus Hotel and Casino. Kristen Stokes as a nature spirit, Chris as one of the ghosts stuck in the waiting room of DOA Records, just like any of those casts having small parts would be fun and sweet.

There should be a lot of easter eggs for the bigger riordanverse. Promotions in the background for the new Tristan McLean movie. Gabe’s got a true crime documentary about the missing Grace children playing during his poker game. Mr. D is reading a paper about Rachel Dare’s father’s newest project. At some point while they’re still in New York they pass the Kane family’s mansion or whatever it was called. Annabeth keeps a picture of little her and Magnus on her nightstand. The barest of hints about the Triumvirate. Seeing kids in camp jupiter gear in some background shots, just out of notice of our main characters but implying the camps are going through similar problems (BITCH….if we got a titan’s curse adaptation…and we had a shot of Thalia in the foreground….but in the background we saw a blond boy in purple with a golden sword….well I would simply loose my Goddamn mind).

And show us how easily the mist lets things blend in, too- like, everyone thinks ‘Monster Donuts’ is just a normal chain, it’s just on an average street block, but if Percy looks through the window he can see who’s behind the counter. Show someone swindling some guys in a park and you have to look twice to realize he’s a gegeines. Like…how people are still trying to find all the background ghosts in haunting of hill house. I would LOVE to see a bunch of background monsters and mythical beings just going about their day as much as the mortals are while the gang’s questing.

The effects need to be fun. The whole story needs to be fun, but one weird thing about the past movies are that like…in their attempt to make it gritty, none of the fantastical things happening on screen actually felt that exciting. We need bright colors and interesting choices, consistently cool action shots, a liveliness that makes you feel like you’re in the center of the action. I have absolutely no doubt Disney easily has enough funds to pull off great effects.

The characters need to be….in character lmao. Annabeth needs to be cocky and bratty with the skill set to justify it. Percy needs to be a sweetheart who pretends to be hardened because that’s what people assume he’s like. Grover needs to have dry humor and a Too Old For This Shit attitude whenever percabeth start bickering. Luke needs to be nice and friendly but in a specific way that you can look back after the betrayal and see he was trying to groom everyone. Sally needs to be loving, protective and strong. Chiron needs to feel defeated and determined at the same time. Mr. D needs to….be Stanley Tucci lmao

Also, I’d love if the adaptation could expand more on things that got brushed along in the books- Percy and Beckendorf’s friendship, Silena and Clarisse’s dynamic, make Nico’s crush on Percy a little more obvious, give Rachel some more development. One thing that haunts me about the books is Sally never found out that Gabe hit Percy. Absolutely they don’t need to make the abuse explicit, but I also personally feel like a lot of Percy’s mindsets throughout the series are somewhat a result of Gabe, and I’d like if that got, you know, acknowledged. Maybe in the scene where he figures out Gabe abuses Sally he could say ‘does he hit you too?’ or something to that effect. They could also go more into detail about Annabeth’s family, give Zoe some more depth….like the possibilities I’m screaming.

Okay this is already long and I’m getting tired but I can so clearly see a great adaptation in my mind….Disney please come through….It’s what we deserve….

#percy jackson #disney #rick riordan #pjo #hoo #toa #asks #molly mumbles

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cupsofsuga · 4 years

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𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - this is in the order of the member’s obtained! thanks for the request, daisy! also, creds for idea goes to @bangtans-apollo!!!

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Headcanons on how the fanclub discovered each other and reacted to each other’s obsession for YN? ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

ah, the melancholic suffering of a lovelorn teenager

how he holds nothing but an eternity in the crevices of his heart

the serene sunlight, words dripped in saccharine, cloyed gestures

nothing hurts more than praying to whatever god truly exists that you’ll return the adoration but finding the fatal fate of no response

and that leaves jin now, seething with envy that could intimidate a pack of wolves

how dare the teacher not pair you up with your soulmate!? it’s just blasphemy!

someone gets to soak in the glitter of your presence, they get to bathe in the rain after a century in sunlight

all while he has to waste precious hours of his time with some plastic nobody

he has to waste time with bland, boring kim taehyung

he’s a dull star amongst a million planets, a saturated wasteland amongst an oasis of color

and how jin’s blood burns seeing that you flash that summer smile to someone who most certainly doesn’t deserve it

ditching the dinner date with his soulmate, jin is forced to work on this godforsaken project with the loner

if only you two had run away when you got the chance, relishing in each other’s warmth as he holds the privilege of looking into your eyes, which he finds resemble dewdrops held upon spider’s silk

that is the honeyed heaven he so badly craves to taste

and as he stumbles around taehyung’s adobe, the curiosity held within jin get’s the best of him as he stumbles into his bedroom

and oh god, what secrets did he uncover

your face, his lover’s face plastered all over the walls and ceiling

some even had his face punctured out of them, some taken without your consent, one’s that jin even took himself

and there’s that one sweater you once ranted to jin how you swore it vanished into thin air, and how he teased that ghost in your attic probably snatched it

if it was physically possible, there’d be steam seeping out of jin’s ears

he clutches his fists so tight, there would most likely be blood drawn; he clenches his teeth so tightly, he fears they might crack under the pressure

but, before jin turns tail, he then sees taehyung as fear swims in his irises

and then jin feels it,

a revelation, an act of generosity

❝ i think you could be useful… ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

with every breath he takes, there lies humiliation

shame, a ruthless emotion he swore he’d never live to see the depths of

the summer amongst the dark clouds, all lied on a silver platter for your supposed boyfriend to see

but there is kindness in jin’s eyes, a sliver of evil dripped with every word he speaks

and therein, we have witnessed the blooming of the “writing club,” whose only members were lovelorn kids who’ve infatuation got the best of them

with some sugar-laced words, jin had managed to maintain a room for their meetings after school, taehyung quickly ditching his art club for these fleeting moments spent with the man closest to his love

no, taehyung had never been fond of jin, but, holds undying respect for him, anyways

his heaven lies in his words, his sunlight is seen in his eyes, the fate he craves so desperately is clutched in his hands

and it’s only so long before his grip weakens, and taehyung can rob jin of his pleasures in his moment of vulnerability

but, that future must wait as it frolics in the back of taehyung’s head

he must gain the trust of your childhood best friend before he catches his infinity like a firefly in a jar

but, with that being said, taehyung doesn’t mind all the hours he spent huddled in the tree outside your house, hiding behind a canopy of leaves as he admires the dream before him

he’ll sketch your face (which he can now draw from memory) in his notepad, ethereal poetry and doodles held around your sparkling face

he’ll snap a few photos, catching the fireworks and shooting stars in the purity of the fleeting moment

to simply have the privilege to love you silently holds the light of a million stars

oh, how he loves you…

how the earth bruises your cheeks, the moon litters your skin, the stars possess your eyes and the rings of saturn held in your touch

there’s pure bliss within every heartbeat lept

and there’s only so much time before he has you all to himself

he just hopes no burden will stop him from such…

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

the student’s that litter around these halls resemble parasites

all feeding off the others, annoying them with their deafening disunity, and all trailing behind others like burdens

but, there’s always been that one, that one that stands out like a sore thumb

bland, boring kim taehyung

a boy capable of summoning enough envy and rage within jungkook to crumble planets to nothing but ashes floating throughout the galaxy

how he denies his infatuation for you with red cheeks, but anyone with eyes can see those “adorable” dimples puncture his cheeks whenever he sees you in the halls

how he isn’t burdened by the overwhelming fate of unrequited love, drowning in his jealousy when you simply look at someone else

how he stalks in class you like a hawk would to prey, probably undressing you with his eyes like the freak he is!

how he simply exists, and how it makes jungkook churn with rage

and that leaves him now, dodging students as the race out of the school, hot on the tail of his rival

he must end him before he could potentially hold your heart in his hands

that single idea makes jungkook gag…

he hears taehyung’s voice, shoving a scoff back down his throat that could potentially jeopardize his identity

there’s another voice, too, but, jungkook assumes it’s another one of those art freaks who’s also pretentious with coincidences

then there’s your name, and it would’ve sounded like it was dripped in gold if it didn’t leave the mouth of his sworn enemy

and then he hears of this writing club, and jungkook seethes

these lowlifes get to breathe in the fragrance of those fleeting moments, which is a fate jungkook whose he is well-deserving of, not them

to simply touch the crevices of your soul carved in silk for just a mere second is a privilege

and letting these cretins possess that opportunity is simply unholy

despite holding a burning hatred for the rest of the memories, for you, jungkook would drag himself through the depths of hell

he just prays that the club members don’t pray too far under his skin

he doesn’t know if he can control himself.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

oh, y/n l/n…

an angel in the purest form, a humid june afternoon

they are a touch softer than autumn’s breeze, their word’s sharper than winter’s embrace, eyes starlit like the dreamy land of springtime, their presence like the bliss of summer and the melancholic longing after it’s demise

they hold within them the entire galaxy and namjoon can’t help but stare

but, there’s another pair of eyes

and they are burning bullet wounds into his soul with a craving to mutilate him swimming in their irises

as the bell rings its tumultuous song and deadbeat kids begin to litter the halls, namjoon is suddenly shoved against the locker by no other than the modern-day jeffrey dahmer

jeon jungkook, dust amongst a field of flowers

his sadistic pleasures and his lust for blood, the holy scent of iron that smoothes out all the creases

❝ if i catch you staring at my Y/N like that again, i’ll tear you apart limb from limb. ‘got it, dipshit? ❞

he is in all means terrifying, but, is nothing but a little boy to namjoon

time has passed, a damn near million tabs are held upon the screen all containing the history of namjoon and his family’s wealth

jin, who had been reported the incident by a fuming jungkook had found an opportunity in the depths of his teenage angst

he’ll feed into namjoon’s desire to touch you across hundreds of separating years

he’ll pray into his craving to kiss you as the naked moon sets for the final time

he’ll reach into his heart and use namjoon for his benefit

and how the rest of the members all fed off of his wealth like parasites

anything their little heart desired, they’d hold in their possession

as much as namjoon longs to deny them pleasure, he had been threatened to lose his place in the club and every inkling of access he has to you if he dared disobey

and namjoon would rather die than lose his love to the eternal night

the strange and enigmatic masterpiece, the ancient moon across a sea of stars

his violet lover has been sawed through by nostalgia, and his infatuation glows harder than a summer sunset

although jin’s intentions have a mile or two to run before they stab him in the back, namjoon still has a clear vision of his goal

and there shall be no burden before he meets his longed fate.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

you, a flower itself, flood his brains like a tsunami to a pitiful city

you, a strawberry in winter, hold sly ways of slithering your way into the recesses of his heart once more

that leaves jung hoseok here, letting the teacher’s words fade to white noise as he doodles your name adorned with hearts on flowers in his notebook

there is distant gossip and whispers that echo from afar, which hoseok picks up due to his childlike curiosity

it begun with useless chitter-chatter, then dissolving to the melodic sound of your name which tumbles from their lips

he listens as the two boys curse the teacher for giving you a D on your exam, them mentioning this supposed ‘club’ that circled everything around you

hoseok was smart, he could raise your grade!

oh, how hoseok would just die to help you with your studies!

with a paradise sparkling in his eyes, he sparks up a conversation with the group, also known as kim namjoon and jeon jungkook

but, the doe-eyed teenager hisses at him, barking at him to ‘keep his fucking mouth shut’

he takes the hint, leaving the conversation with a silent ocean welling up in his eyes

but, this is the embodiment of hope that sits in this dull classroom

he’ll crawl around the corners of his soul till he’s enervate to retrieve what he has longed for

and that leads us up to now, as hoseok stalks to the two from a safe distance, watching as they disappear to the writing club

and just before the door closes, hoseok peeks through the crack of the door and finds the identity of kim seokjin, a boy he’s seen accompany you multiple times

the following day, while the students all stare in confusion for the small boy walking through the halls, hoseok finds him and confronts him

by the look of purified fear, this ‘writing club’ was a hushed secret, and him knowing of this secret was dangerous enough, as it is

after negotiating about how he’d contribute to your satisfaction, jin had no choice but to accept his offer

he doesn’t want this loud-mouthed kid to run up and down the halls preaching about their sins, anyways

the rest of the club members didn’t favor his arrival, all shooting looks of envy and hatred

but, there was no other choice

their fate is written in the stars and complimented with a wax steal upon an envelope.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

opening his locker, jimin finds a taste of eden’s garden as he finds your face strung upon the wall

there’s irises, rivers, fairies, and peaches within the single picture cutout from the yearbook as he sighs dreamily at the sight

his daydream of honeyed days is quickly disrupted as his best friend, hoseok interrupts his thoughts with stars circling in his eyes

before he can find the words to scold him, hoseok begins rambling about this ‘club’ at a rate to fast for jimin to decipher

he hears tales of his dreams, a chance to taste your beauty

this most definitely sparked his undying interest, ushering his best friend to continue with his intentions to get the boy warped in this world

thus, we are taken to the night where the clock reads 3:38 AM in it’s bright, neon hues

the boys would never dream of staying up this late, especially on a tuesday night as the fear for the scolding of their parents’ echos, but, the adrenaline that seeps through their veins serves as a protection

because of the prophecy of this new club, they are rebelling

and as a new day rises and the sun shimmers in all of its celestial beauty, the boys have come up with a plan

every club needs a mission manager!

and who else would be perfect for this job no other than park jimin…? right?

well, let’s just say, despite his unreasonable, childish, and almost dangerous plans, the rest of the boys weren’t happy upon his arrival

the sighs of annoyance to his careless nature, the scoffs of envy when he speaks words of poetry about everything as little as when you made eye contact that one time 2 months ago

jimin’s contribution isn’t favored, but, if it’s for you, all 6 boys are willing to drag themselves through hell and back

every member holds an undying love for the god/goddess themself, all possessing a wild heart that they’d bled dry if you asked

and jimin is just one branch of the group who also holds an intense infatuation

the water to his parched heart, the flowering spring in a winter haze

he has found the sun as it shimmers against the snow

and nothing is as holy as this.

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

another dull day at the café, yoongi listens to his longing for spring’s voice

his hatred for this place burns bright and softly, as he dwells in the anger held within his small body

the college kids, the early morning joggers, all possessing ways of churning yoongi’s anger, one-by-one

obligated to put on a plastic smile for their sake has wars prancing through his head

but then, there’s you

oh, and those lively eyes he craves to gaze into for eternity and the soft furrow in your brow when you stare at the menu

he is mesmerized and listens to the songs of summer as he drowns in your stare

you haven’t taken notice to the hearts that swirl within his eyes as you order, unfortunately, and therefore leave a boy longing for a taste of the sun

during this fit of a daydream, 6 boys stumble in, all conversing at abnormally obnoxious levels

yoongi has to shove a scoff back down his throat and bring a halt to the urge to roll his eyes and dresses himself in the facade

as they all order and then continue their chatter elsewhere, yoongi can resume his illusions about your sparkled presence

whilst in the process of finishing a cappuccino, he hears the sugary melody of your name

he freezes, then concludes he must be hallucinating, resuming the process of the drink in his hands

after all, spending hours upon hours in this sacred place causes his mind to go hazy at times

the lilied waters of your eyes, skin like roses in the evening

you are so, so very loved by the boy at the café

starting up the hot chocolate with “extra sugar,” he hears it once more

does he need to stretch out his sleeping schedule or was this real?

were they truly speaking of you, or has he truly gone insane in the late afternoon?

peeking over his shoulder, that’s when yoongi sees it

your face was drawn upon a notepad, all fluttered hearts and empty petals around your face

the soul of the planets, the green pigment of the gardens, all held in this stranger’s arms

with determination, yoongi is required to learn more of this guest who spoke hushed tales of you

he’d do anything to know more about the star who enlightens his grey days

and now, the club is complete.

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la-fille-en-aiguilles · 5 years

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His Father’s Son

Young!Sirius Black x Female Reader & NotSoYoung!Sirius Black x Female Reader

Request: Idk if requests are open or anything but can you write Sirius has a Slytherin son that's the twins age and hates him because Sirius likes Harry better

A/N: This awesome anon has sent me this mind-blowing request about Sirius. When I read it this morning I went Holy cow, how do I write THAT?! And honestly I even considered dropping it because I had no idea what to do with it. But then I went on a run, and it just came to me. I typed away, and this is what came out. Dear Anon, I’m not quite sure if this is what you had in mind. I hope the story doesn’t disappoint you.

Synopsis: After the tragic events in the Hall of Prophecy in the Ministry of Magic, Alastair Black, Sirius’ only son, comes banging on the doors of his father’s ancestral home. What awaits for him there is his father’s friend Y/N, and her version of the past events might just make him question everything he thought he knew.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, suffering, ANGSTY AF (I don’t know what happened to me there).

I hope you enjoy!

The Beautiful & Damned will be back with a new chapter tomorrow!

The night is solemnly silent, save for the roaring of the rain, assaulting the roof of the old, moaning house. Fists and jaw clenched tight, his eyes are fixed on the only glowing window, yellowed by time. Wet strands of hair cling to his burning front, and cold water is a blessing, hitting every inch of his skin, hammering the pain deeper and deeper inside of him, so no one sees.

He’s weightless as his feet take him to the heavy doors - the doors he thought he’d never enter again. Inhaling frantically, he crashes both of his fists against the polished wood, the loud bang awakening something he long since locked in his rattling cage of a chest.

The moment the sound reaches his ears, there’s is no stopping the rage that’s finally set free, painting his vision red. He hits the door again and again, bashing his fists in, until his hands go black and blue. The rambling in his head is getting louder, the shaking in his bones grows stronger, and the only way to stop it is to finally do it - blow the bloody doors of that piece of shit of a house, where he has never felt at home.

He barely realises it when the doors slam open in his face, bright yellow light blinding him. Falling on his knees, his maimed hands covering his swollen eyes, he lets someone soft and warm wrap their hands around him. They don’t speak, and he doesn’t either, contenting himself with relishing the comfort of their touch.

When his sensitive eyes adjust to light, he sees the empty corridors ahead, bathing in the welcoming glow. Dust floats in the musk-scented air, its playful light-stained thin whirls inviting him in.

Hot tears welling up in his eyes, he tangles his sore fingers in Y/N hair, clinging to her fragile frame. She smells like Neroli and always, and her smell, coupled with the sight before his eyes, is enough for him to finally let go.

“He’s dead!” the cry tears his insides apart, popping his veins open. “He’s dead! Sirius is dead!…”

She rocks him softly in place, littering his raven-black hair with chaotic kisses, her own cheeks glistening in the light of a full yellow moon.

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“Would you like something to drink, Alastair?”

He blinks rapidly, his eyes sore and dry, his stare completely vacant. Y/N’s heart clenches, and she forces herself to go on:

“I still have a bit of coffee left… It’s either that or firewhiskey”, she drops into the chair across from the young Black, slamming a half-empty bottle of amber liquid against the table’s surface. “Pick your poison.”

Rubbing his nose with the back of a hand, Alastair quickly motions towards the bottle, and folds his hands in front of him. In booming silence, Y/N serves him a splash of the burning liquid and pushes the glass in his direction. His bleeding long fingers wrap around it as he downs the alcohol in one go, throwing his head back.

Y/N watches him closely, as spider-web cracks on her porcelain heart become more and more prominent. In the dim lights of the Grimmauld place, Alastair looks so much like Sirius: he’s all bruises and blood, his beautiful stormy eyes dark grey, almost black, his jaw tense and his cheekbones sharp enough to cut her skin and bleed her dry. She crashes an unwanted whimper in its wake, as Sirius’ son raises his foggy orbs to look at her with a desperation of a man catching at straws, drowning in a bottomless river.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his pale lips barely moving. “I didn’t want to wake you…”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Y/N interrupts, gazing at him, her eyelids each weighting a ton. “I was waiting for you. I was hoping you’d show”.

Alastair nods, avoiding her gentle eyes. Fetching the bottle, he serves himself another drink, and noticing an empty glass a little further away, splashes a generous amount of alcohol inside, wetting its walls. Leaning over the table, he puts the glass in front of Y/N, still refusing to look her in the eyes.

“It’s not like everything changed or anything”, he lets out, his fingers fidgeting with the rim of his glass. “He was long dead to me before that bitch actually Avada Kedavra’d him”, his nonchalance is a thought out act. Whiskey wets his lips. “He never loved me. He never loved anybody but his precious Harry fucking Potter.”

“Alastair…” Y/N gives her dissent a muffled try. “You know it isn’t…”

“Oh it is the truth, Y/N, so don’t waste your breath”, he chuckles bitterly, missing the rage already. Bitterness is worse than anger, because it lasts. “From the moment I was born, he didn’t want me. He blamed me for my mother’s death. All I wanted,” his voice trembled, but Alastair quickly got a hold of himself. “All I wanted was a fucking chance. I wasn’t given any. He abandoned me. He preferred to surrender and go to Azkaban for the crime he didn’t commit, than stay and fight and be a fucking father. And when he came out, he wanted nothing to do with me. Doesn’t come as a surprise, really - I am not a Potter, after all!” thunder flashed in his tempestuous irises. “I made peace with my orphanage, a very long time ago. I’m glad the Weasleys were able to see past my green and silver uniform…”

The lights in the room went out with a loud shattering sound, the glass from overhead lamps clattering on the floor. Alastair froze mid-sentence, Y/N rugged breathing echoing in the dark space.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Alastair”, Y/N’s struggles through the sentence, her last effort spent on controlling her temper. “I’m going to fetch a candle and we are going to talk”, young Black hears the shuffling as she gets on her feet. “Well, I am going to talk, and you are going to listen, because I’ve got plenty to say”, having said that, she makes her way to the kitchen counter.

Minutes later, a bright yellow-and-orange flame flickers in the dark, casting long shadows on the walls of the room. Darkness clusters around the two of them, and the whole world is put on hold.

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“…What you have to understand, Alastair, is that those were dark, hopeless times. With those who made it through alive, we prayed that no witch or wizard had to go what we went through.

The war makes you think differently; the constant state of fear and knowing that each minute could be your last changes the way you look at things; it turns your entire world upside down.

At first, just like you’re doing right now in regards to your father’s behaviour, we were looking for reasons. It took us thousands of lost lives to finally learn the truth - not everything had a reason - a rational commonsensical cause that comes from the faculty of the mind to distinguish good from evil and right from wrong. Merlin knows, Death Eaters had no reason to act like monsters. Merlin knows, Death Eaters had no reason to line up into a battalion, to aim their wands at other wizards’ chests and to yell an unforgivable curse at the top of their lungs. What they did have was command, and enough fear to obey.

Fear was living among us, following us everywhere we went. Fear turned some of the best of us into cold-blooded murderers, and it was hard to always focus on that fateful yet blurry line that separated us from Voldemort’s sidekicks. What I want you to understand is that fear pushed us towards choices we would have never otherwise made. Fear was what pushed James and Lily into the Godric’s Hollow, far away from their friends and family - I keep asking myself what would have happened if they’d stayed. Would we have stood a chance against Voldemort, as a strong, united front, together? Would they have still been alive?… Maybe, fear was what truly killed them both.

Sirius always wanted to do what was right. But at some point, fear changed your father’s perception of right, and we - I - was in no position to argue, because I didn’t know what right was anymore, either.

We were mourning your mother, Marlene, each in our own way. Voldemort wiped out her entire family, and if he didn’t touch you, it surely wasn’t out of the fucking goodness of his heart. Riddle did not know you existed, Alastair. Only a handful of wizards knew Sirius and Marlene were so in love, they wanted a kid, a ray of light amidst all that darkness. I knew. So did Molly. James and Lily knew too, of course. Remus and Peter - thank Merlin, Peter did not know!… Thinking about it now, I still can’t believe we didn’t see it coming, we didn’t kill him while we still had a chance, while the damage still hadn’t been done!…

You were four years old when wizards from the Ministry came for your father. I remember it clear as day, but what price wouldn’t I pay to forget. Sirius was tired of running. His thoughts were eating him alive. What kind of start in life was he offering you, his son? Days prior to his arrest, he told me, “You know what to do, Y/N”, and he squeezed my hand, ever so lightly…

A notorious runaway murderer, he couldn’t send you to Hogwarts without surrendering. Upon learning that you, Alastair Black, were Sirius’ son, the Ministry would have kept you hostage to lure him out. He refused to drag you down with him, no matter how much it’d cost him…

I left our hiding place with you under my robes hours before the Ministry came. I saw them burning the place to the ground, and every last memory of your mother with it…

I was a mess by the time I arrived at the Burrow. Molly and Arthur kept asking me what happened, what was wrong… I couldn’t form words. I choked on them. You have to understand, Alastair, I watched as my best friend, the man I respected and loved more than anything in the world, was taken to Azkaban for the crime he didn’t commit. I finally had him, and I lost him, because I made a mistake. I should have never agreed to put my trust in Peter, I had a gut feeling about him, even back when we were at school!… I was disappointed in the entire world and I blamed myself.

Molly and Arthur took you in as if you were one of their own. I watched you grow, and I was proud of the young man you were becoming, taking so much after your father! Watching you become your father’s son was killing me slowly, while I still mourned the person who wasn’t even dead. A brilliant young wizard, be it a little on the troublemaker side, you, Fred and George might as well have been the new Marauders, carrying on your father’s legacy unbeknownst to you.

Each time I came over to Molly’s over the holidays, I cried my eyes out upon returning here, in this very kitchen - Merlin, you were just like him!… At war with his true family. Just like Sirius before you, you hated everything that the Black family represented, and you weren’t shy to express your feelings - a very rebel-like move for a Slytherin, some said. Dressed in greens and silvers, you were the spitting image of the man I loved in every little line littering your face, too early for your age.

Why didn’t you take me in, then, you probably wonder. With me loving your father so much and all, I should have been the first in line to take care of you. The truth was, I couldn’t. The day your father had been taken, I swore to myself I’d find Peter Pettigrew, and I’ll make him confess, before he takes Sirius’ place in Azkaban. I spent years on the move, blinded by my desire for revenge, while Peter….He was always right there, right in front of our noses.

Every time I saw you at the Burrow, your smile never reached your eyes. So many questions were swimming in their stormy oceans, unanswered. You wanted the truth, and I was the only person who was able to give it to you. Yet I couldn’t. As much as it killed me, you were better off hating you father. Should I have told you the truth - just how much he loved you, and that he was innocent - it could backfire in the most unpredictable way. So I remained silent, and there were desperate times when I thought I’d carry Padfoot’s secrets to my grave.

When Sirius got out, and the truth broke free with him, it took a while for it to settle in, even among the members of the Order. I can’t imagine what it must have felt like, learning that your father was innocent this entire time, that you were never the son of a murderer, but of a man wrongfully committed to Azkaban. When the news finally reached me, I dropped everything and set out for the Burrow: this time, I was going to give you all the answers you needed to hear, before you were to reunite with your father.

I apparated at Grimmauld’s place at quarter past midnight, I remember very well. Not a single window was alight. I entered the house I almost learned to hate, for everything reminded me of you father here, cutting me open. I made my way to the kitchen. Something didn’t feel right, the atmosphere had shifted, it was almost like the house could breathe again.

The moment I saw your father sitting in the very chair you are occupying, my legs failed me. I broke down on my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, like a little girl. Your father put your arms around me, placing feverish kisses all over my face, telling me that it was going to be okay now. He was back.

We talked the night away, until the dawn coloured the sky light pink. He wanted to know everything about you - what kind of person you’d become, what you loved, what made you tick, what subjects at Hogwarts were your favourite… I watched a mischievous smile bloom on his chapped lips as I mentioned that your animagus form was a husky. He laughed out loud when I told him you were exceptionally good at blowing up school toilets. He cleared his throat, hiding his tears of joy when he learned you were proud to be a Slytherin, because it “came to show that not all Slytherins were Death Eaters in the making”. I swear I saw Padfoot come back to life that night, familiar fire melting the deadly coldness in his eyes away.

We arranged for the old members of the Order to come to the Grimmauld place in the evening; I asked Molly to tell you to come too. Sirius was anxious the entire day. He couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t eat, threatening to go see you, claiming he had waited enough. Coming out there, even as a dog, was still dangerous, so I talked him down, time and again.

I will never forget the tears rolling down his cheeks when he saw you, after all these years… When he held you in his arms… My heart stopped at the sight. Having seen his eyes, having felt his chest against your own that night, how dare you say your father never loved you, Alastair?… You were the only thing that mattered to him, the only thing that kept him going… Even if he was forced not to show it.

That’s right, you heard me. The moment the members of the Order sat down at this table that night, we knew: many more meetings would follow. I’d been places and I’d seen things - there was no doubt left in my mind that Voldemort was planning his big return, his servants and all these creatures who worshipped him restless. We all knew the danger was coming, but we didn’t know from where exactly.

Dumbledore and Sirius stepped into the hall after the meeting; they talked long enough for me to start to worry. When Sirius returned to the kitchen, we were still sitting at this table, do you remember?… A bright smile lit up your features as you asked your father if you could stay with him for the remainder of the summer. His answer was short and cold, and shook me to the core. He didn’t even say goodbye when you left for Burrow with Molly and Arthur.

I was furious. I waited till we were left alone in the house to confront him. I came off a little stronger than I intended, reminding him that you were his son, for Merlin’s sake, and calling him heartless. Tears glimmered in his bloodshot eyes as he told me he was doing what was best for you. It was too dangerous for you to be close to him - he was still considered a murderer by the Ministry, only now the other side of the looming war wanted him dead as well. Being his son alone had already put you in danger; being a devoted, loving son would have surely killed you. I tried to talk some sense into him - he was making the same damn mistake we let James and Lily commit back in the day - he was yielding to fear.

Please understand, Alastair, this wasn’t my decision to make. I wasn’t your mother. I was nobody really, and that’s exactly what your father told me, point blank. I stared at him in disbelief for what felt like an eternity, before I disappeared into thin air, apparating back to my place in London.

I watched you grow bitter, while the skies above our heads grew darker with every single day. I tried to talk to you, to justify your father’s behaviour in your eyes, but you wouldn’t listen. I forced Remus, the only close friend I had left, to try and open your father’s eyes, Merlin knows, he’d been good at it when we were back at Hogwarts. Sirius wouldn’t budge, either. Like father, like son.

I know you were jealous of Harry, I could see it just by looking at your face, don’t try to deny it. All because Sirius was treating him like a friend. What he saw, looking at Harry, was James. An equal, capable of fighting - not the most valuable thing in the world that needed to be protected at all costs. You were the quintessential reason he survived Azkaban. You were the only force that made him go out and fight, every single day. You weren’t just you in his eyes - you were the promise of the happy future he had to deserve by avenging your poor mother. I think he punished himself in a way all this time, he blamed himself for not having been there for the mother of his child when she needed him most. He blamed himself for leaving you. Under the weight of all this guilt and fear, your father got lost… And I wasn’t there to fight for him, to show him the way.

He came to see me… He came to see me a week ago, right before that night at the Ministry”.

Y/N no longer looks at Alastair - her gaze is lost in the darkness of the hall, as tears roll down her cheeks.

“…And I didn’t let him in.”

With his vision blurry, Alastair bites on his lips, his chest heaving. He is drowning in all-consuming pain, and no one’s here to save him. This must be what his father felt like. In agony and all alone.

“There’s not a minute that goes by that I don’t think about him,” Y/N rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I know I could have saved him,” her voice cracks, and her entire body shudders. “Had I loved him a little less, just a tad less to forgive him for the hurt he had caused me, I could have saved him. I could have gone to the Ministry that night instead of him, I could have convinced him to stay here, with you, for he had so much to lose…” Alastair’s eyes meet hers - not a flicker of the flame is reflecting in their irises. He gets the feeling his are the same, void and dark, like his name.

“I could have saved him,” he says, covering Y/N’s hand with his, squeezing it ever so lightly. “Had I loved him at his worse, when he needed me most”.

Silence is a scary sound as it closes in on them - on a heartbroken woman with tear-stained cheeks who loved too much, and on the orphan with blood-shot, thunderous grey eyes who did not love enough.

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whats-my-question · 6 years

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You’re Not a Freak - Part 1

Summary: Fitting in the normal world with your powers has never been easy but when Happy calls asking where (y/n) and Peter are because of an incident, will your freak life fall apart?

Word count: 1,728

Pairings: peter parker x reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of being abandoned, angst, a touch of fluff

A/N: this is my first fanfiction and I'm glad it’s about peter. Let me know what you guys think! I’d love the feedback! I’m gonna make this a series so yeah hope you guys enjoy it :)

“What book are you reading now?” A tall girl with pulled back curly hair showing a forever changing streak of color sarcastically said while walking to your locker

“Hello to you to MJ.” You say letting out a chuckle as you close the book and start walking with her, “ Also its Z: a novel of Zelda Fitzgerald.”

“Of course it is! Why am I not surprised by that?”

“Oh shut up!” Both of you break out laughing, entering the loud and bustling cafeteria, you two walk to the food line then to the table, never breaking conversation about the book.

“Hey MJ! Hey (y/n)!” A dorky boy with a haircut that made you think of the 90s said smiling and waving while sitting next to who you knew to be his best friend. His friend looked up from his notebook making eye contact with you then gave a faint smile making your heart melt. Peter Parker was a die hard geek who wasn’t like all the others at Midtown. Besides the fact he's Queens’ very own Spider-Man, he’s so god damn attractive. Over the past few years you two have gotten close thanks to Tony taking him under his wing and all but feelings started to bloom for the brown eyed boy.

“‘Sup Ned? And fuck you Peter.” MJ sarcastically says letting out an evil laugh. You nudge her arm giving her a look, “What? Peter knows I’m joking!”

“Uhhh... D-Do I though?” Peter genuinely asking

“See, I told you...” Sticking my tongue out at her then glancing over at Peter who smiled graciously. “You might be friends but…” before you could finish, your phone started to ring and normally you’d leave it but when you saw Happy’s name, you knew it was important. “Umm... I gotta take this. I’ll be right back so don’t eat my tots.” Giving an all knowing look towards MJ’s direction while slipping far enough away where no one could hear you.

“Hey listen, are you at school? You haven’t ditched or anything right? Have you seen Peter? Is Peter at school too? And I don’t mean ‘yeah I saw him this morning but haven’t since’, I mean like you can see him right now or you have seen him in like... the past 10 minutes?” Happy questioned quickly, which surprised you.

“Happy, please calm down. Breath in and out. You know ever since Tony made you Peter’s babysitter a few years back, you’ve been more uptight?” you giggle before continuing, “Anyway… Yes I’m at school and so is Peter; we have lunch right now and before you called he was sitting in front of me. Is everything okay? Is everyone…” your breath started to become shallow thinking something had happened to Tony or Wanda or to any of them. As your thoughts lingered while your mind lead you to a point where you’re sure your heart stopped.

What if Steve... had… died.

You don’t know how or when you figured it out but you could control animals. Hell you can even communicate with them. You were like a Disney princess, a heavily fucked up one but that was still pretty dope to you. Once your powers came into play, it was at home then daycare then at school, there was always some kind of incident happening. You don’t remember when your biological parents left exactly but all you knew was they abandoned you. That’s something you still can’t could wrap your head around after all these years, how could they just dump a child in the middle of nowhere. Well, you knew why, you were a freak. You are a freak. But After some time of forging on your own, you were spotted and rescued by none other than Captain America Steve Rogers himself. He took care of you and gave you an unconventional yet stable home and family. Even though he couldn’t legally adopt you, that’s how your relationship felt. He was your father and you were his daughter; he has cared more about you than your real parents ever did.

With Steve came a bunch of great people you got the privilege of calling honorary aunts and uncles. Your life was finally coming together. But with pieces falling into place problems are bound to come up, ones you never realized were problems. The most important one, made itself known some time after you moved into Avengers Tower. Every night for the first year you were haunted by the memories. The memories of how much your parents loved you before they found out, memories of the accidents and injuries you never meant to cause, and most importantly the memories of being alone. They tore at you, making you bitter; not only did Steve notice but everyone else did too. What really effected you is that the Tony Stark, 'Mr. I only care about myself’, so you thought, noticed and helped you. They all did because they all felt bitterness towards something. Wanda had what happened to Pietro and the experiments they did on them. Steve had what happened to Bucky and not being able to live a life with Peggy. Tony with his relationship with his father and how he felt towards Bucky, even though he knows it wasn’t his fault. The list could go on and on. Everyday you remember what Tony told you, ‘Everyone has something that makes them resentful but the way it’s dealt with is what can make or break you.’ He also made you feel better by adding “And just because you're different doesn't make you a freak.”

After a few years of training, a few animal bites and a few broken bones, you finally learned how to regulate your powers for when you truly needed them. Okay, okay sometimes you’d use them when you were bored or lonely. Since you’ve had a hard time making friends, animals were always there for you. At first Tony was a hard ass with implementing the ‘no animals inside’ rule, which you broke the first day you moved in. Now a days its the ‘they make a mess, you clean it up’ rule, which you agree with and follow.

“(y/n)?” Happy questioned breaking you from your thoughts

“Yeah.”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“No, yeah, I did.” you lied hoping he’d say it again

“You need to stop hanging with Tony in his lab. You’re starting to lie just as much as he does.” He trails off making you laugh a little. “I need you and Peter to stick together and not lose sight of one another for the rest of the day. Then after school go wait in the library until I call you to pick you up, okay?”

“Got it… Anyway, you know I wasn’t listening to a word you said before so…will you ease my mind, is everyone okay?” the lump in your throat growing again.

“Yes, everyone is okay (y/n). Please don’t worry too much okay?”

“Yeah… I’ll try not too…”

The two of you said your goodbyes and you walked back to the table. Letting a little huff escape from your mouth as you sat down. Peter intently watching your every move but you hadn’t noticed as you were deep into thought. The uneasy feeling that was starting to fester its way into your body is something that you’ve never been able to shake no matter how hard you try and no matter how many missions have past. Happy said not to worry, everyone is okay; you have to believe that, he wouldn’t lie to you. He wouldn’t, right?

“Hey (y/n), is everything okay?” Peter could sense how tense you were and he, well anyone, could probably see it

“Oh… Um…Yeah…” obviously lying, “Well… Uhh… Hey do you wanna walk to our lockers together?” (y/n) barely getting the question out before making eye contact with Peter. She could see Ned out of the corner of her eye smirking and suddenly felt her face get heated as she started to squirm in her seat.

“I-I wou…” He started saying but got cut off

“We always do, so why are you askin’?” MJ turning her head looking at you quizzically

“Uh… Actually…” (y/n) began to reply before Ned spoke up

“Why don’t you and I walk together today? I mean we do have the same class right after lunch.” Looking at MJ waiting for a reply right when she was about to answer the bell rings

“Come on Ned, let’s go!” MJ laughs grabbing his arm while waving bye

You and Peter get up to throw away your trash and start heading to the lockers. Wondering how to bring up what Happy said without freaking Peter out or slipping into a panic attack yourself. All you know it has to be tactical since Peter will just bombard Happy with a thousand calls and texts; which is the last thing he needs right now.

“What’s going on (y/n)? Who was that on the phone?” Peter nervously touches your upper arm trying to get you to relax but his action does the complete opposite

By that touch alone made you forget every word that was going to come out. After a couple of seconds went by you were able to muster out what Happy told you.

“It was Happy… He asked if we were at school and haven’t left. Said he wants us to stay close to each other… Also after school, we are to go to the library and wait to get a text that he’s here to pick us up.” Tears starting to swell in your eyes, “Happy reassured that everyone is okay and not to worry but… Peter…” As soon as his name left your lips, he had engulfed you in a hug as the tears streamed down your face. Usually you’re not one to break down in public but knowing you both had study hall next made it easier to slip into Peter’s hug. Thankfully the halls were pretty empty from kids shuffling to their classes to take notice. You finally pulled away from the hug, wiped the tears from your cheeks, and started the walk to Ms. Warren’s room. All the while Peter had his arm around your shoulder. More things were falling into place and you hope it stays.

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hollandroos · 6 years

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The Only Way Out [Peter Parker]

A/N: I don’t usually do Authors notes at the top of my works but I feel like this is the right time to use the voice that I have in this fandom/Community.

To my followers, who I absolutely adore and who are constantly making my day.

I want you all to know that if you’re dealing with something right now whether it be family issues, negative thoughts, mental illness etc and you need someone to talk to, my inbox is always open.

If you feel like no one cares, I care. If you feel like you’re unloved, You’re loved by me.

Reach out, speak to someone because I promise it can get better.

- Soph (Hollandroos)

Summary: There comes a point where sadness becomes unbearable, the negative thoughts and feelings all become too much and it seems like there's only one way out, right? Peter, your boyfriend proves that there's more than one option

Warnings: Mentions of suicide/Negative thoughts

Words: 1.3k

It starts small. Maybe with something like having an extra bad day at school or not feeling up to eating your lunch, to locking yourself away in your room for hours at a time, skipping days of school at a time, not feeling anything but numb.

It initially takes a while to realise that you haven’t showered in a week and the only thing you’ve properly ingested in that time is an apple and a few bites of a casserole, or maybe you did the opposite and ate a bit more than is said to be healthy.

You knew what it was like to feel completely useless, sadness continuously coming in seemingly never ending waves. The negative, self destructive thoughts came and went, sometimes worse than others but today they were unstoppable.

Of course you had people to talk to about these things, but it was more complicated than that. To be specific, you had Peter Parker. The boy with a heart of gold and only good intentions, also your long term boyfriend. But how could you make him understand everything you were feeling when you couldn’t even make sense of it?

Still you sat through a day's worth of classes blank faced and supposedly ‘interested’ in the history behind Rome and something to do with Ionic Bonds.

Peter was probably the best at knowing when something was wrong with you. He didn’t know what it was exactly this time, weather it was the airy silence that sat between the two of you at lunch, (you didn’t even initiate any physical contact which was odd for the two of you- seething that you were always seen holding hands or with your arms around each other) or when you announced that, for the first time in almost a year you wanted to walk home alone.

While he was worried, he didn’t interfere. After losing his parents and uncle Peter knew what it felt like to feel everything, yet nothing at the same time. Sometimes you wanted to be alone.

You don’t know exactly what gave you the idea to sit on the edge of your apartment building, your legs dangling over the side. It would’ve been so easy for someone to push you off, or for a particularly large gust of wind to hit causing you to topple over the side. You grimaced slightly, imagining someone scrubbing the footpath clear of you.

'You’re disgusting’

‘Why is he even still with you?’

‘Maybe you should just jump’

You hesitantly look down. Cars were driving past, pedestrians rushing home to be with their families, store owners packing up to head away for the night. No one noticed you sitting on the edge of life and death. You wanted to scream and cry for help but something was stopping you, forcing your mouth shut.

‘They know you’re up here, they just don’t care’

You reach into your back pocket, pulling out your phone and finding Peters number. Your finger hovered over his icon for a few moments before you pressed it. You needed help, you knew better than anyone that you did but there was always a slight denial.

“Hey Angel, what’s up?” You could already sense the worry in his voice.

“I’m sorry I called so late but I need you right now, d-do you think you could come over?” You asked. You tried to imagine him holding you in his arms, one of your favourite movies on TV, that always seemed to put a small smile on your face. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears but it was no use, you let out a sob. “I’m on the roof and I just- I think I’m going to do something bad”

“Stay on the line okay? I’m coming now, don’t hang up” You could hear Peter shuffling around, although it sounded like he was already outside. “Do you remember our first date together? I took you to see that silly disney movie and halfway through you grabbed my hand”

You smile, but that doesn’t stop the tears or recurring thought of just slipping off the side. “I noticed you looking at my hand so decided to do all the work for you”

“I couldn’t stop smiling then. Heck the most beautiful girl in school was holding my hand” Peter continued like that, bringing up random yet happy memories until he arrived outside of your building, using his webbing and Spider strength to get to the top where you were sitting, now against a wall instead of hanging off the edge.

He ran towards you, getting down on his knees and hesitantly reaching a hand out, not wanting to cross any boundaries. You respond by jumping into his arms, immediately falling apart.

You looked torn apart. Almost lifeless and empty.

"You worried me angel" He whispered. Peter held you close, attempting to warm your freezing figure with his hands.

“I’m sorry” You cry, clinging onto Peter as if your life depended on it. “God I’m so, so sorry”

You were shaking radically, your heart felt as if it were about to beat right out of your chest. You payed no mind to the fact that your lips were turning a deep shade of blue from the cold or that your fingertips were numbingly cold. Somehow, despite that fact you managed to keep your grasp on his shirt.

“Shh, Stop apologising, I’m here and you’re going to be okay” Peter didn’t know what else to say. In all his time of being Spider Man and saving lives he’d never tried to stop a suicide attempt before.

Tears spilled from his eyes and he’d be lying if he said that the image of you so close to death wouldn’t sit in his mind, playing like a broken record for weeks. He’d be fooling not even himself if he said that he wasn’t on the verge of tearing whatever was besides him apart and cursing at whichever god would listen out of anger and frustration because not even he could’ve seen this coming.

Peter tightened his grasp on you, still resting against the brick wall of the warehouse with his legs outstretched while you lay in his lap, almost like a kitten.

He could hear every shaken breathe that escaped your lips, feel every shiver and sniffle that racked your body.

Peter felt angry, not at you but at himself for not noticing the signs earlier.

Peter couldn’t save you. He couldn’t pull you out of your pit of misery or make all of the negative thoughts go away but he’d sure as heck be there every time you’d call at 3 am, or sit with you while you told him all of the nasty, heart wrenching thoughts going on in your head.

He understood that he couldn’t make you ‘better’ by saying those three words or taking you out on a date you’d never forget and that it would take time, but Peter had time and he had patience.

"Thank you"

“I’m here and I’m not leaving, okay? I’m not letting you go” At this point Peter felt as if he was letting random words slip from his lips, but words that he meant nonetheless. “You’re so special pretty girl, and so so loved”

You were still shaking, but not as harshly now and you didn’t feel as cold. Though you were terrified of what could’ve happened if you hadn’t called Peter, you found that the negative thoughts had stopped as soon as he pulled you into his grasp.

You had your happy place.

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nctzbebe · 7 years

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Run // 1

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Words: 3.3k

Genre: Zombie apocalypse AU (Contains mild gore, cursing and hopefully a whole load of angst :’))

Part: 1 // 2 // 3

A/N: This is a super suuuuuuuuuper late birthday request for @laviette :D and my submission for Kihyun’s day of mxweek. I’ve been trying to write this for ages, and only recently did I kinda realise where I was going with it. I was going to write this as one extremely long fic, but I wanted to do my bit for Kihyun’s day so here it is lol

Run.

That word had been on repeat in your mind for the last two weeks.

‘Keep running. Always moving. Don’t ever stop.’

That was how you lived now, always moving, never letting your guard down. Your life was at stake at all times and you could never forget that.

But you’d been moving for 5 days on and off, and you were so tired. So when you came across a small house at the edge of a seemingly deserted town, you figured it would be okay to rest for a short while.

The house was in shambles. The windows were smashed and the front door was hanging off the hinges. But once you went inside and looked around, you noticed that there was exits on either side of the house meaning you could make an easy escape if anything were to happen. You also had a long range view from the ground floor windows, so you should be able to see if anyone, or anything, was coming.

Those little things convinced you that it was safe enough to close your eyes for a short while, but mostly it was the exhaustion. You decided on a spot on the concrete ground at the back of the house, where you figured you were safest. The ground was cold but you did your best to wrap yourself up in the dirty hoodie you had on, and curled up into a ball on the ground. You pulled your hood up and over your face and clutched tightly onto the rusted crow bar you’d been carrying around for days.

Once slightly comfortable, you closed yours eyes and tried to relax. But your heartbeat wouldn’t stop hammering, and your stomach was so empty that you couldn’t settle. So you resorted to resting your eyes while thinking back over everything that had recently happened.

That day marked 5 days since your world collapsed around you. 5 days of pure torturous hell.

Everything in life had been going so well recently, and the day itself had been perfect, up to a point.

After all the recent rain, there had finally been a cloud free day. The sun was shining, the flowers were blossoming, and you’d been getting ready to collect one of your friends, Kihyun, from the airport. He had been the only one of your group to move away for college, which wasn’t a common occurrence in your small town.

The place where you grew was a small remote area, a place that modern technology had forgotten. There was no high rise buildings or speeding motorways, just a few scattered apartments buildings, the basics in education and health, a few old factories and a transport station which worked both as a bus and train stop.

Many of the young residents were orphans, like yourself, due to a factory collapsing several years earlier. The company was accused of not having taken the proper measures when building the factory, so they were forced to payout to the surviving families. In an attempt to save face, and money, they instead agreed to provide for the orphaned children for the foreseeable future. Bills were paid for, and food was delivered every week, but no money was ever seen which meant we were all stuck here.

Considering the lack of money in the town, many people never left, even those with families. But Kihyun was the smartest, most dedicated person you knew, and all his hard work and studying finally paid off when he got offered a scholarship at a top college. Which unfortunately happened to be located over 500 miles away from where you all lived.

It had broken your heart to watch him leave that day, not that you’d have ever told him. Kihyun is the type of person who would have dropped everything if you had asked, so of course you kept your mouth shut.

But it was all supposed to have gotten better that day. Kihyun had finished his first year of college early and was on his way home for the summer months. You had offered to collect him, seeing as as the rest of your friends were tied up until later.

Shownu and Wonho had both decided to begin working after graduating, not wanted to pursue further education. They had both been working multiple jobs, meaning they often wouldn’t come home till late at night. Jooheon and Changkyun, the youngest of your friends, had been finishing their last year of high school, and you always insisted they stayed to study after class. That left you, Minhyuk and Hyungwon who had all been in first year in the local community college, which is where most people with any ambition went. You had been the only one whose classes finished early that day, so it had been left to you to meet Kihyun, not that you’d been complaining.

It was just as your were stepping out of your apartment door, that you heard the first screams. You remembered seeing people running down the streets, screaming and crying, with panic etched on their faces. They all seemed to be running in the same direction, towards the transport station. You had tried to stop someone on the street, but no one would listen to your questions. They’d all just repeated the same thing.

“Run.”

So you had.

You weren’t one to blindly follow a crown but you also weren’t stupid. You’d known there had to be something seriously wrong if all the villagers were moving away from one side of town. You had just hoped that your boys were running with them.

It wasn’t until you had almost reached the station before you ran into someone you knew. Shownu had appeared, running from the direction of the factory, and you moved him, thankful that you’d found someone you knew. When he had noticed you approaching, he rushed to meet you halfway, and enveloped you in a hug.

If you had known how things were going to go after that, you might have cherished the hug a little more instead of pushing him away and demanding an explanation for all the craziness in the town.

“Zombies,” he’d said, as he continued to drag you towards the station “It’s actually happening. We’re all going to die if we don’t get out of there.”

You didn’t believe him at first, it sounded too crazy. People always joked about these things, and you never truly believed it could happen. You might never have believed it if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes.

The small station that Shownu had been dragging you towards was built on top a high slope at the village edge, giving all its occupants a bird’s eye view of the village. It was there that you’d first seen the zombies.

Even from a distance you had been able to tell that the human shaped creatures that were following behind the townspeople, were in fact not human at all. Aside from their blackened skin and rotting flesh, they moved like nothing you’d ever seen before. The myth that zombies moved at a slow pace and walked as stiff as a board were in fact lies. These zombies moved at an abnormally fast pace, limbs flying out at inhuman angles while they scurried up the streets and even over buildings. They were able to climb like nothing else and the sight had reminded you of something like a swarm of spiders on the attack.

“Quickly,” Shownu had said as he had dragged you through the station. His strength had made it easy to push through the hordes of frantic people. There’d been one train at the station, and people were climbing over each other to get one.

Shownu had pushed through until he’d gotten to the front of line, and shoved you onto the train.

“Shownu! What about you?” I’d shouted after him as he had turned to walk away from the train.

“I need to find the guys. I’ll be back I promise.”

But he never came back. The train had started moving and there’d been nothing you could do to stop it. You’d screamed and cried at the conductor, begging him to wait.

“There’s already too many people on board. The best you can do now is pray for your lost friends,” was all he’d said to you.

You’d ran up and down the train, as quickly as you had been able with the amount of people, and scanned every seat for anyone of your friends. But none of them had been there.

After that you had just sat and cried as the train moved further and further away everything and everyone you knew. You couldn’t believe what had happened, that you’d just left all my friends behind and didn’t know if you would see any of them again.

By the time you had reached the next station, the word had already spread and people in the town had begun to panic. People had tried to force their way onto the train, where as you had tried your hardest to get off it. The doors were totally swarmed with people, so you had taken an alternative route and shimmied yourself through an open train window. One side of your body still held the bruises you’d sustained when you’d fallen out and onto the concrete platform.

Getting out of the station had been easy. Everyone had been crowded at the entrance, but there was no one by the exit. People hadn’t even given you a second glance, as you’d ran down the streets in what you thought was the right direction. Your head had been spinning and all you could think of was the need to make it back home to your friends. The town the train had stopped in wasn’t that far away, you had thought you might have been able to walk it.

But the next thing you’d seen had stopped you in your tracks.

You’d just gotten to the edge of the town when you’d started to see the smoke in the distance. The sky above your town had been black with it, and you’d faintly been able to make out the sight of flames in place of your old home.

It was a sight you’d never forget.

You’d dropped to your knees as the tears streamed down your cheeks. That had been the final thing to send you over the edge. You thought you had nothing left. The town had been destroyed and your friends were probably gone with it.

You still remembered the sense of loss you’d felt at that moment. You’d never forget it for as long as you live. But you’d also never forget what happened next.

Through your tear blurred vision, you’d noticed a splash of a familiar pink color from the corner of your eye. It was such a vibrant color that your tears had temporarily stopped, and you’d gotten up to walk towards it.

It being a pink flower, sprouting from between the cracks in the pavement. As you drew near, it was like something clicked in your mind and you remembered where you’d seen that same shade of pink, remembered that you still had something to live for.

Kihyun.

The last time you’d gotten a letter from Kihyun, he’d included a picture of himself from a school event. You hadn’t taken much notice of what was going on in the picture, aside from the fact that Kihyun’s hair was a bright pink color. The same color as that pink flower that’d drawn your attention.

‘If you ever decide to come to college, never agree to any bets’, Kihyun had written in the note accompanying the photo. You and the guys had laughed for days over it, but now you think it might have been a bit of a blessing.

Seeing that same shade of pink reminded you that Kihyun hadn’t been home when the zombies attacked. He’d been at the airport, some place which you could only assume, and hope, was safe.

But that assumption had given you the push you needed to get up, rather than let yourself succumb to the grief that was threatening to overwhelm your entire being.

There was a high chance that Kihyun was alive, and you needed to find him. He was all you had left to live for.

So you’d gotten up and began walking around, an idea forming in your mind as you scanned the building surrounding you. You’d been looking for some sort of general store, some place were you could stock up on supplies. It hadn’t taken you long to find one, but the place had been ransacked, which meant there hadn’t been much left for you to take.

You’d found a piece of torn cloth on the floor, and bundled up what pieces of food you could find. You hadn’t known how long it would take you to make your way to the airport, so you’d made sure to take everything. Once done, you’d tied up the piece of cloth, and looked around for some sort of stick to hand the cloth off of.

Outside the smashed store font, you’d found a crowbar on the ground. More than likely it had been used to smash in the windows, but you were thankful that whoever had used it, had left it behind. Not only had you been able to attach the cloth packed with food to hang off it, but it made for a good weapon too.

You’d placed the crow bar over your shoulder, like how you’d seen homeless people carry their belongings before, and set off in the direction that you believed the airport to be. You didn’t bother trying to get back on the train, you’d known it would’ve been over crowded, and chances were it had already left and wasn’t returning.

So you walked. And walked. And walked.

For 5 days you did nothing but walk, resting only for short moments when you felt your legs were about to give out beneath you. You’d walked until arriving where you were now, in this abandoned village.

Your food supply had finally ran out this morning, meaning you were weak on top of being tired from lack of sleep. These facts all contributed towards convincing yourself to take a rest here.

You didn’t think you’d be able to fall asleep, not with your heart racing as fast as it was, and your stomach growing from emptiness.

But you did. Or at least you must have, because one minute there was complete silence, and the next there was a shuffling sound coming from nearby.

Your eyes shot open.

The sound, it was one that you’d heard before, and it was coming from inside the house. But you had checked the house when you got inside, which means it had to have gotten in from the outside. It had to have opened the door, which would’ve made noise. Which means you fell asleep, and didn’t hear it. You didn’t hear the telltale shuffling sound of the zombies, as they made their way into the house. The creatures were fast, when they had a target in front of them. But when they were roaming around, with nothing in their view, they were known to move at an extremely slow place.

All these thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to asses the situation.

‘You idiot, you absolute idiot,’ you thought to yourself as your tried to move up off the ground and into a crouching position. 'You’ve been so careful all this time, minding your back, and you take one stupid break and it’s gonna be the end of your dumb ass because of it.’

You fought back the tears that were threatening to overflow. Tears from all the anger and exhaustion you felt.

You had let your guard down for a few hours, even though you’d been nothing but overly careful for the last 5 says, and it was going to cost you your life.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid.’

The shuffling sound was getting louder.

Your eyes darted around the empty room your were in, assessing your escape options. It sounded as though the noise was coming from the room to the right of you. The back door was to your left, not too far, but it would put you in the line of site to the room where the zombie supposedly was.

Your hand tightened on the crowbar you were holding. You needed to go now, there was no time for deliberating. Once they got their eyes on you, they’d jump. You had to get out the door before they had time to cross the room.

1, 2, 3.

Go.

Using what energy you had left in your legs, you sprinted across the short distance to the door. Your shaking hands grasped the lock, trying to twist it open.

Behind you, the shuffling noise had stopped. You didn’t dare turn around. You knew by now that they would’ve seen or heard you, which meant you’d be dead in a matter of moments if the door didn’t open. You gripped the lock with all your might and tried your hardest to get the door to open.

But it wouldn’t budge.

Something must have been stuck behind the door, or the hinges must have been rusted, because it wasn’t opening as easily as it should have. Not having much time to think, you braced yourself and threw your shoulder into the hardwood.

You could hear snarling sounds from behind you, signalling the the creatures had indeed noticed you, and were on the prowl. You didn’t allow it to deter you, continuing your assault on the door. There was no time to turn around, no time to run. Only one way out and this was it.

When the door finally moved an inch, you could’ve cried. But there was no time. You forced your fingers into the small opening, wishing you could shrink down small enough to fit through. With all your strength, you attempted to pry the door apart, drawing blood from your fingers as you dug them into the wood.

But you weren’t quick enough.

A burning pain spread from your shoulder as you felt one of the monsters come up behind you and bite down into it. You couldn’t help the scream that followed as the pain registered in your brain. A sensation unlike anything you’d ever felt before spread from your shoulder as you cried out. It was so intense that your legs gave out and you collapsed forward, the zombie coming down with you.

The door fell open with the force of yours and the creatures weight hitting it. It was ironic that your path was now free but you couldn’t go. You might have laughed had you been able. You hit the ground full force on the side of your injured shoulder and you thought you’d pass out from the pain.

‘Maybe it’d be easier this way’, you thought as you rolled onto your back, and dark spots danced across your vision.

The force of the fall seemed to have dislodged the zombie from your shoulder, because you could now see it out of the corner of your eye as it lay facing you, blood covering its mouth. Up close you could see the true horrors of its face. Where once there would have been a face of skin, was now covered in a green mold, which had eaten away at the soft tissue. Instead of a nose, there were two empty holes in the middle of its face. Its lips had been peeled back, and eyelids disintegrated, so it seemed to be staring right at you, with a big grin on its face. You’d never forget the sight, nor the smell from its breathe as it heaved in your face.

You barely rolled over in time to empty your stomach’s contents onto the floor.

The bile you spat up mixed into the red blood pooling on the floor. The zombies teeth in your shoulder had acted as an unwelcome stopper in the wound, but now that it was unplugged you could feel the warm blood gushing from your shoulder.

Distracted, you hadn’t heard the other zombie that had been in the room as it crawled over to you. But you felt it as it sunk its teeth deep into your ankle. You didn’t have the energy to let out another scream, but a whimper escaped your mouth as you felt the zombie dragging your body back into the room you’d tried to escape from. You were being pulled along like an animal would its food, and there was no fight left in you to try struggle free. With the wound in your shoulder bleeding out and the lack of sensation in your foot from the zombie’s bite, you knew you wouldn’t make it if you tried to run.

Black dots danced across your vision and you knew this was it. All the running and fighting you had done, and now your were nothing more than a piece of meat for the zombies to feed on. You were never gonna make it back home, never going to find Kihyun. All the unspoken things you wish you’d said, ran through your mind as the world around you faded away.

“Kihyun, I’m sorry…”

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