--- kaecilius didn’t know if he should have known any better than he had. he’d been instructed by a total hypocrite. why should he be punished for doing as she had done? his ancient one. the worst part of it all was that she’d been right. he didn’t want to remember being turned into a mindless one; having to learn, over and over again, without fail, without mercy, for years, that his entire philosophy, the underpinning of his every belief, had been WRONG. death was better than life everlasting. at least, it was better than life everlasting on repeat. tears stung in his eyes, as he trekked through the woods of a place that was unfamiliar to him. he’d been untrapped from his typical cycle of torment, pain, torture, death, REPEAT. that in and of itself felt like a mercy that he did not deserve. but most of all, his same pains still struck him. he missed ADRIA; he missed their son. he missed the life that he could have had, had his wife’s brain aneurysm not occurred. part of him wanted to apologize to strange; to the ancient one. they were still his enemies, but his enemies had been RIGHT. what a perverse and painful pill to swallow. when the other person stumbled upon him, kaecilius flinched, the suddenness of their presence overwhelming his senses. other than his zealots, he’d had no company in the face of his damnation. “what... what do you want?” he asked suspiciously, his danish accent thick, his eyes puffy and red with the stains of tears, even though he was not presently crying.
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oohooo i saw you asked for ideas
i had this mig x civilian reader where the readers like rlly affectionate and hugs miguel a lot whenever he comes home and is physically affectionate
but like one day maybe through peter or lyla or someone she gets to know miguel normally finds physical touch annoying and she feels guilty
so she doesn’t hug him when he comes home and he’s like ???? but she’s reluctant to do anything for fear of making him uncomfortable or annoyed at her and it goes on for a while and mig is not afraid he’s done something because the only person he truly loves to be physically affectionate with now isn’t doing anything with him
and it’s all resolved because they communicate like good adults 😭😭
ahhh I love this
f!reader x miguel o’hara (although no pronouns are used I don’t think)
warnings: literally just fluff, teeny tiny sprinkle of angst
You’ve always been a very affectionate person, often wanting to be close to your loved ones as much as you can. Especially your partner Miguel, who you’d give most of your affection to. Kissing his cheek whenever you get the chance, sleeping against his chest and greeting him at the door with a hug whenever he arrived home. He’d return your hug everytime, which you always thought wasn’t just for your own benefit, but for his too. It came a bit of a shock when Peter mentioned he hated physical touch, finding it annoying and a waste of time.
While Peter was showing you pictures of Mayday being reluctantly held by Miguel, you were mostly tuning out his waffling until you catch him say, “But it’s Miguel, he hates people touching him.”
You already knew he could be quite distant sometimes, but you never thought he didn’t like your touchiness. You never once thought it was making him uncomfortable or annoyed, but maybe it was. “He does?”
“Have you met the man? He avoids it like it’s the plague. Apparently it’s a waste of his time.” Peter replies and goes back to scrolling through his photo album of Mayday.
After a long day of saving the multiverse, Miguel was ready to go home to his partner. Ready to indulge in your sweetness and love, which you were always eager to give. So when he arrived home and didn’t hear your footsteps rushing to greet him, he was concerned.
“Amor?” He calls, walking to the living room where your sat on the couch reading a magazine. [Love]
“Hey, how was work?” You ask, glancing up from the book.
Either he’s done something wrong or you’re upset about something else. “Same as usual, are you okay?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’m good. Do you want pizza tonight?” You didn’t seem mad at him, but then again you rarely were so he couldn’t tell.
“Sure, I’m going to get changed.” He says, disappearing into the bedroom. He changes into sweats and checks around for something he may have done. You were stocked up on toothpaste, he’d made his side of the bed, he’d even closed the toilet seat.
Miguel returns back to the living room, sitting on the couch next to you, fully expecting you to come and snuggle up to him or sit on his lap, as you usually do. But nothing. You acknowledge he’s there but make no movement.
“Did you order the pizza yet?” He asks.
You simply nod, “Yeah. Did you want something else?”
“No, I’m fine.”
He’s far from fine. He’s sure he’s on the verge of going insane at the distance between you two. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks, knowing you always like to lay on his chest when you both watch tv together.
“Sure.”
An hour later, the movie credits were rolling and you were still on the opposite side of the couch. You’d eaten and talked to him, but still didn’t come closer and it was killing him.
The final straw was when you both went to bed. You always slept with your head on his chest or spooned against his back with your legs entangled with his, but once again you made no effort to lie in his arms.
“Mi amor, what are you doing?” He asks, lips turned downwards in a frown. [My love]
“I thought we were going to sleep.” You reply, equal confusion written on your face.
“No, I mean why are you not touching me?” He asks, a rare vulnerability in his voice. “Did I do something?”
“What, no!” You exclaim, confusing him even further.
“Then what’s wrong?” You could’ve started bawling at the expression on his face. He truly thought he’d done something wrong, eager to fix it.
“You haven’t done anything, it’s just that, well, I was talking with Peter and he mentioned that you hate physical touch and I was worried you found me overbearing or clingy.” You explain.
“Peter.” Miguel scowls and his voice grows soft as he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Cariño, you should never listen to that idiot.” [Honey]
“So you don’t hate it?” You ask, relief rushing through you.
“Well, I do, but I’ve never hated it with you.” He says, continuing when your eyebrows furrow. “I’ve always disliked any touch because it’s not comfortable for me, that’s until I met you. I don’t think I can live without your touch, in fact I don’t want to. So can we please go to sleep, with you in my arms?”
You smile softly and nod, “Sorry for being silly.”
He shakes his head, smiling and pulling you into his arms. “Don’t apologise. Moral of the story, don’t listen to anything Peter says.” He grins, dropping a kiss to your head. “Te amo.” [I love you]
You laugh softly, returning the words before drifting off to sleep. “Love you too.”
reqs open!! ♡︎
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