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siren song ||| - xavier thorpe

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wordcount: 4,581 warnings: she/her reader, some cursing, sad xavier

Ajax tells Xavier about what happened. Xavier takes everything into his own hands, which may or may not include sneaking into your room. He finds out the truth.

Ajax awkwardly lets out a laugh. He had a list with answers in his head with a correct response to it, but this one was not on the list.

"What do you mean? Xavier. Your best friend?"

You furrow your brows, shaking your head. The name 'Xavier' is not extremely common, definitely not in a small town like Jericho. Besides, you would know your own best friends, right?

"Ajax, I think you have been smoking too much. I know no one by the name of Xavier."

He looks at you like you have grown an extra head. Are you joking right now, or are you dead serious? You look just as confused as him, and you aren't really the best actress. It is already hard for you to keep a birthday gift a secret, so acting as if someone does not exist at all would be impossible.

"I- What?" The Gorgon shakes his head. "I might be wrong then. Don't worry about it."

The two of you return to your own tasks. You are still doing your Botany homework while Ajax sits and stares off into nothingness.

His head is a jumbled mess. Do you really not remember your best friend? Xavier told him what happened, but he wanted to hear it from you as well. Not that he thought Xavier was lying about what he had said, but just because he wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

It was truly strange, though. Yes, you had a big fight with Xavier, but ignoring someone and forgetting someone is a whole other fact. Not to mention that you didn't even so much react to the name.

Xavier needs to hear this.

-

"Dude!"

Ajax runs through the door as Xavier lets out a yelp, dropping his pencil to the floor. It's late at night already, does he not realize most people are sleeping already?

"Ajax, you can't just burst in at eleven pm?! You're lucky I don't have a roommate anymore-"

"Listen," he closes the door behind him, sitting down on the empty bed that once belonged to Rowan while catching his breath. "Dude, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. "

Xavier picks up the pencil from the ground, placing it on his sketchbook before closing it. The sketch was of you. For the last few weeks, he has drawn nothing other than you. Memories he has with you, things you have done together, and even only some half-finished sketches.

"What could possibly be so important right now-"

"Y/N forgot about you."

Xavier straightens his back, his eyes big as he looks at his friend. He has to be kidding right?

"That can't be," Xavier lets out a breathy laugh. "I would have expected her to ignore me, yes, but how can she forget me?"

"I thought she was kidding at first. I asked her what happened at the Rave'n and she said nothing about it," Ajax rolls off of the bed, pacing around the room. "And I thought that the fight would be something she would mention. Then I asked specifically what happened between you and her, but all she asked was 'Who is Xavier?'!"

The boy is at a loss for words. It is like every single word is pulled out of his head, replaced by a pounding headache.

"Are you sure? She- She is not the best actress, was it really not fake?"

Ajax shakes his head, breathing in deeply before rubbing his hands on his face.

"Nothing. Nada. If you even got close to guessing what a gift was going to be she would always immediately tell us, right? She didn't even flinch when I said your name. And then she told me she has never, ever met someone with the name Xavier."

The Gorgon places a hand on his friend's shoulder, slightly squeezing it before letting go again. Neither of them has any idea of what to do.

"I'll just try again," Xavier whispers. "Worst case scenario is that she genuinely doesn't want to talk again. I- Thank you, Ajax."

"Take it easy, okay?"

After a goodbye he exits the room, leaving the artist stuck in his own dorm. Only he and his thoughts. Thoughts seem to be racing through his head as his heart is pounding against his chest. He was a total asshole, but he just hopes that you still hear him out.

-

"Hey, Bianca?"

The Siren had placed herself on your bed, flipping through a magazine. The room had been quiet for a bit, only the sound of your laptop, pages flipping, and the soft instrumental music in the background. Bianca hums, looking up from the paper.

"I was in the library with Ajax," you slowly say, your leg bouncing up and down. "And... He said something really weird."

Fuck.

She should have known that Xavier and Ajax were going to be up to something. It's not like she didn't notice Xavier trying to talk to you. He tactically counted the seconds on when he should stand up just to be close to you, even bump into you if he had to. But the Song made it so you kept your distance.

A pen floats in front of your face as you try to distract yourself. You didn't use your telekinesis a lot, but your mind has not been on your laptop anyway.

"Oh?" Bianca raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah," you mumble before suddenly turning around on your chair, facing your friend. "Who is Xavier?"

"Xavier?"

You nod as the pen behind you falls back on your desk. You have not been able to get the name out of your head, repeating it over and over again to try and find some memory attached to him.

Bianca bites her cheeks. Is she to tell you? Or should it be kept a secret? Before the Siren Song, you did not really talk about it. But Bianca wouldn't hold the truth from you. She only wants to protect you from him, something you consented to.

"Xavier is," Bianca hesitates. "A student here at Nevermore. He did something incredibly stupid and dumb."

"Do I know him?"

She doesn't want to cause you any distress. She can say no, but then once the Siren Song breaks, it would only be worse. If she says yes, then you might go seeking answers.

"You used to."

-

Bianca didn't say much more after that. In a way, she was completely honest. She did tell you that you used to know him, but you had made your intentions very clear. Forget about Xavier and just have a moment of peace and quiet to yourself. It had worked for weeks now, yet Xavier doesn't feel like he has changed one bit.

During class, he still tries to get your attention, but Kent and Bianca are quick to shut him down. Kent doesn't know about the Siren Song, though. No, if he did, then the entire school would have heard it already. He just thinks that you want to stay out of Xavier's way, still mad because of the fight. It is true, in a way.

You were quiet the entire day. Not quite sulking, but you were thinking. Why is it that you can't recall anything about him? You even sneak some glances at the long-haired boy. He seems... Miserable. His eyes are dark, his eyebrows are stuck in a frown, and his hair is just messily placed in a small bun. He does not look bad, but just upset.

Even during lunch, you didn't really say a word. You insisted that you just needed some time and that your social battery was dead. But Bianca knew you were thinking about Xavier. If he just had not pulled this, everything would have been fine. She hasn't heard anyone talk about a Siren Song though, so he doesn't know the truth just yet.

Another few days go by before it is finally Friday again. For the entire week, Xavier had been trying to talk to you, but you have always hurried away from him. Not to mention that especially Bianca and Kent almost formed a wall around you. But Xavier also isn't the person to start drama in the entire Quad. So he waited. Patiently waited. During this time, he came up with a plan. Was it smart? Probably not. But this was the only time he could talk to you.

It is well after ten, which meant that everyone had to stay in their dorms. But Xavier had other ideas. He had sneaked out, running through the halls and out into the side of Nevermore. Your balcony had a fire escape, one that he used quite often to sneak in or out when he would hear Thornhill coming. It is a bit too dangerous to walk through those halls right now, especially considering he might wake people up. He doesn't have the patience to take his time right now, wanting to reach you as fast as possible.

He runs up the long flight of stairs, catching his breath once he finally reaches the top. He thought that running would make this a bit easier, but it doesn't seem to work too well. Your window is similar as to the one in Enid and Wednesday's dorm. It has the same spiderweb-like pattern, though yours is missing the colorful stickers on it.

Your side of the room is decorated with lots of smaller lights. The lightbulbs in the Nevermore lights seem to be dim, and you always insisted that the smaller lights looked more fun anyway. He stands in front of the window, trying to look through the glass.

"Y/N? Are you in there?"

Nothing. At least, no response from you. He can hear the clicking of your keyboard.

"I know you're still mad at me," he says again. "And I totally understand it. I have been wanting to talk to you, but Bianca and Kent always stand between us."

Nothing, again.

He looks behind him to make sure no one followed him before he pushes the bottom of the window, opening it before sneaking in.

There you sit.

It is like this is the first time he has ever seen you. At least, it feels like it. You are sitting with your back towards him, your head moving to the music that sounds through the headphones on your head. It was a gift that Xavier had gotten you for your birthday.

You had been planning to buy a new one for a while, but it was hard to save up money. So, he decided to go with you to the closest store to try some out. You had fallen in love with these, but they were quite expensive. So, as you had already walked out of the store, Xavier had quickly paid for them, hiding them in his backpack before giving them to you on your birthday.

You were even wearing his burgundy-colored t-shirt. You must remember him then, right? He slowly walks over to you, tapping you on your shoulder before he aggressively gets thrown against a wall. Ouch.

You turned around in shock, seeing the boy pinned against the wall.

"Oh!" You exclaim, immediately releasing him from your invisible grip. "I'm sorry-"

You squint at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait a second," you point at him. "There are no boys allowed in Ophelia Hall. And definitely, no boys that I don't know!"

Xavier stands back up, a pained expression on his face before he shakes his head.

"I just needed to talk to you for a sec, and you know what happened the last time Thornhill saw me in the halls."

Actually, you didn't.

"You have never been in my room."

You stand opposite the tall boy, looking him up and down. He feels familiar to you, and you are guessing that this is the 'Xavier' that Ajax and Bianca had mentioned. He licks his lips before letting out a deep breath.

"Look, Y/N, I know that you are still mad at me, but-"

"The only reason why I would be mad is because a stranger randomly showed up in my dorm room!"

His shoulders slump as he looks at you. Not one part of you recognizes him.

"Well, ever since the Rave'n and the fight we haven't spoken. I know that I was very, very wrong for doing that to you and you deserve much better," he runs his hands through his hair. "But I really need to apologize."

"Xavier, is it?" You awkwardly laugh. "I think you are mistaken. I don't recall seeing you at the dance, much less having a fight. I'm sorry?"

Should you say sorry? Surely he must recognize the person he had a fight with, and it wasn't you. His heart slowly chips away at itself, less and less connected to each other once he truly realizes you don't remember him.

"You truly don't remember, do you?"

His voice breaks a bit as he starts fiddling with his hands. You look up at the boy, feeling quite bad for him. He does look truly confused and stressed.

"No," you grimace. "Sorry. Truly."

"Nothing? Not even from the Rave'n or- or before that?"

"Everything I remember from the Rave'n is dancing, drinking some of those weird, blue drinks, and then that disgusting paint drenching everyone. After that, I just went to my dorm to try and get all of that out of my clothes and hair." You shrug, still looking up at him. "The only thing I did after, was hanging out with Bianca and sleeping."

There really is not one bit of you that remembers him. Or, you have just become a really good actress overnight. He did really hurt you, but he didn't think you would actually forget him. Xavier pulls on his scarf, coughing awkwardly as he nods.

"Yeah, okay."

"I'm really sorry, Xavier," you look at your window which is still slightly open. "Look, you are very pretty and you must also be super nice, but I think it is better if you leave. I hope you find the person you were looking for."

He nods silently, climbing back out of the window before descending the stairs, not once looking back.

The way back through Nevermore is slower. He doesn't feel the need to hurry anymore. Ajax was absolutely right. There was not one memory of Xavier left in you. Not even when you see him up close, when you smell the perfume he always wears, not even when you wear one of his shirts that he left behind.

Did a witch cast a spell on you, leaving you without any memories of him? There are witches at Nevermore, so it isn't unlikely. But how can it be that you remember everyone except for him? Ajax, Wednesday, Kent, Bianca-

Bianca.

If you recall going to the girl after the Rave'n, then that must be the whole reason why you forgot about Xavier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, picking up his pace before sneaking into the dorms where Bianca sleeps.

He should have known it. Bianca and you had gotten closer after he screamed at you, but he thought it was because you needed someone to talk to. After all, he turned to Ajax to talk about his problems. But, Bianca has one thing that not a lot of others at Nevermore have; the Siren Song.

He doesn't want to accuse her of having used it, the last time it ended badly. But he does want to know if she had anything to do with it.

Once he reaches Bianca's dorm, he knocks on the door. Not softly, either. He doesn't care if someone sees him now.

The Siren opens the door, an annoyed look on her face which turns even more annoyed when she sees Xavier. She expected him to show up sooner or later, and today was finally the moment.

"Do you not realize that it's almost twelve?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Just let me in," he groans.

Xavier is not here to play games. He wants, no, needs the truth. He needs to hear it, because if it isn't the Song, then he doesn't know what else it could be. Bianca steps to the side, closing the door behind him before crossing her arms.

"What do you want, Xavier?"

"Did you use your Siren Song on Y/N?"

"Why would I tell you?" She raises an eyebrow.

She just walks past him, back to sitting on her bed and scrolling through her phone. Xavier only stares at her, at a loss for words.

"I'm serious, Bianca. Just give me a yes or a no."

"Hm," she hums. "Sucks, doesn't it?"

The boy stays quiet, only looking at the girl. Please, just a simple answer. That is all he needs.

"To be completely ignored by someone you like?" She stands back up with a smirk on her face, throwing her phone on her bed before stepping closer to Xavier. "That, no matter how hard you try, she doesn't even bat an eye at you? Much less say your name?"

"What do you mean?" He grits his teeth. "Just give me an answer."

A smirk is still on her face as she shrugs. She has no need to tell him. Besides, he deserves it. He deserves to suffer, just in the same way you did. No matter how much she believes he has feelings for you; he has to find it out himself.

"Come on, Xavier," she lets out a sigh. "I will not help you if you don't get your head out of your ass."

"Bianca, please."

She takes a good look at the guy in front of her. He might be extremely stupid, but she can't help but feel bad for him. Yes, he is the entire reason that you had felt bad for weeks, and though she still thinks that he has to learn a lesson, he might need the truth.

"Fine," the Siren grits her teeth. "After the Rave'n, she came to my room. Like, right after your fight. Asked me to use my Siren Song and I told her that I would think about it."

She steps away from Xavier, pulling the piece of paper that you had previously signed out of her desk drawer.

"Then I saw how miserable she looked and how much you ignored her," Bianca points at Xavier, holding up the piece of paper. "So, with Y/N's permission, I used it."

This was everything he was scared of. He knew he was wrong, he knew he had to make things right, but he had no idea how bad he had gotten.

"You have to undo it, Bianca. I'm serious."

"Why?" She raises an eyebrow. "So you can go ahead and break her heart again by hanging out with the psycho?"

"No!" He exclaims, running his hands through his hair while letting out a sigh. "So I can make it up to her! I just-"

He paces around the room, fiddling with his fingers and pulling on his scarf. He still had not discarded his winter jacket, he simply couldn't be bothered.

"I really like her, Bianca."

"Then tell me why you ignored her."

Xavier doesn't have one reason. It might be because he truly believed you didn't like him back, he could have been too insecure, maybe because he got pulled into Wednesday's theories about some monster, or maybe he was just a total asshole.

It stays quiet for a good minute. Bianca then just places the paper back in its original place, leaning against her desk before looking up at the boy.

"I'll ask her," she mumbles. "I'm not promising you anything. I only do this because I know she likes you. You better get your shit together, Xavier. Now, get out of my dorm."

-

It was Saturday which meant that you went to Jericho. This time, you went with Enid, Wednesday, and Bianca. You and Enid tried to keep some distance between Wednesday and Bianca, knowing they aren't best friends. Even though Jericho is not a big town, it still has enough little stores to explore.

At one point, Enid had dragged Bianca with her, leaving you together with Wednesday outside of Weathervane. You sat on the little bench, just in silence as Wednesday was reading a book and you were sketching in a small little notebook.

"I want to ask you a question."

You look up from your sketch, looking at Wednesday.

"Sure!"

"What happened between you and Xavier?"

You raise an eyebrow, shrugging.

"I don't know why everyone keeps asking that. Nothing, I think?"

Wednesday doesn't seem to believe it. She has an eye for lies, not to mention that she is talented at finding out the truth. Most of the time, that is.

"You can not believe that that will fool me. Xavier has only been sulking for the last few weeks. He is living up to the whole tortured artist thing."

"Well, I hope he gets better soon. But I had nothing to do with it, Wednesday. Really."

"What are you girls talking about?"

Enid suddenly jumps out, a big smile on her face as she holds a small bag.

"Nothing," Wednesday shakes her head before closing her book. "Let's go back. These Jericho people make me want to throw up."

-

You take your shopping bags upstairs as Bianca follows you. The two of you were going to go through everything you bought. After all the bags had been emptied and all the items were tried on again, Bianca speaks up.

"I have to talk to you about something."

What is it with everyone suddenly being so serious?

"If it is about Xavier, I truly don't know what happened. He showed up in my room, insisted on apologizing for a fight that never happened, and then left again."

"It did," Bianca grimaces. "You don't remember what you asked from me?"

You slowly shake your head. You can't really think of anything at this moment. The only thing you feel is confusion. You hadn't known anything about Xavier before you finally heard his name when he sneaked into your room.

Bianca looks at you before nodding, breathing in deeply. She has to tell you; you might have changed your mind.

"You used to know Xavier. Really well, actually."

Question marks almost appear above your head.

"He... kind of ignored you for a few weeks," Bianca looks at you. "Then stood you up again at the Rave'n. You asked me to use a Siren Song on you."

You are at a loss for words. The poor boy had spent weeks being miserable for something you didn't even remember. But, from what you understand, he had done something horrible to you too.

"Okay," you just whisper, nodding your head. "So... For a few weeks now?"

"Yeah," Bianca takes the folded piece of paper out of her pocket, handing it to you. "This is what we agreed on. I just... Wanted to check in on what your thoughts are now. You didn't really let me know about the Song ending in any way, even though we both aren't sure if it'll work."

It stays quiet for a moment as you read the letter over and over. You try hard to remember it, but it just doesn't come back up. Nothing. Nothing about Xavier, nothing about the Song, not even the good memories you had with him.

"Do you think anything changed?"

Bianca looks at you as you hold out the piece of paper to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Xavier," you mumble. "Did anything change? The Song wasn't for nothing, right? If I really used to be best friends with him..."

Did he? He did spend weeks in his art studio, sketching every single memory he had of you with him. He tried to map out exactly when to run into you, He had even broken rules to apologize to you, finally getting his jumbled thoughts straight.

"I think he did. He is well on his way. I might have tried to set him straight," she lets out a laugh. "I told him he had to get his shit together. He really cares about you, but he just doesn't know how to deal with it."

"He might need some therapy," you shake your head. "I feel like it has been long enough, right?"

"You want to undo the Song?"

You nod, sitting down on your bed while looking up at her.

"Maybe he didn't mean it. I don't remember a lot about him, it's like I have only seen him vaguely in a dream or in the background of a picture. I trust him."

"Okay," she nods, "Let's try this. But, I am not too sure if it will work."

The least you could do is try, right?

"What do you think about... 'Remember Xavier from then to now, it is no question as to how. The Siren Song will now end, old memories will now again blend.'? You will remember everything from now on top of your old memories. I hope."

"Let's do it."

The amulet gets removed from her neck as she looks at you with a gentle smile on her face. She truly does wish you the best.

"Remember Xavier from then to now, it is no question as to how. The Siren Song will now end, old memories will start to blend."

Nothing.

It stays quiet for a few seconds before you look up at Bianca who is placing the amulet around her neck again.

"Is it supposed to work immediately?"

She looks you up and down.

"Usually, yes... You don't have your memories back?"

You slowly shake your head.

"Absolutely nothing."

This is exactly what Bianca feared. Though you knew the risk was there, it still was extremely disappointing that it couldn't be changed.

"What if I start over? If Xavier and I became friends once, we might become friends again, right?"

"That is something you need to decide yourself," Bianca takes her bag in her hands. "Do what you are most comfortable with. My input? It might be worth it."

A smile is on her face as she turns around to walk out of your dorm, pausing for a second before looking back at you.

"Xavier is a good guy. Genuinely. He just needs a little push sometimes."

-

Xavier had finally laid down on his bed, his hair still wet from the shower. He had taken the hottest shower ever, trying to get his mind off of things, yet it didn't work. He was back to sketching all he could remember of you. All pages up to now were filled with your face.

When his phone buzzes, he feels like he wants to throw it around the room. He is not in the mood to talk to anyone, but he had to turn on his alarm still anyway. The light of the phone is extremely bright as he squints his eyes, trying to shield himself from the brightness. But his eyes fly open when he sees the notification that made him grab the phone in the first place.

Y/N ♡

hi xavier! could we talk soon? let me know when you have time :)

He can not believe his eyes. He immediately sits back up, typing on his phone like crazy. With shaking hands, he finally sends you a response.

xav!

yeah! any time tomorrow?

He nervously stares at his screen, seeing the notification of your typing pop up.

Y/N ♡

sure! some relaxing before the visiting week, haha :) see you tomorrow!

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After years of dating, you thought you had Min Yoongi all figured out - you didn't. And when he flipped the script on you, you never saw it coming.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader | Darksided AU Type: Sequel to darksided. Word Count: 6K Content: SMUT (18+ - Minors DNI,) established relationship au, POV switch, softbf!yoongi turned dom!yoongi, sub!reader, sex tape, oral sex (f receiving,) v fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgams, over-stimulation, spanking, biting, blindfold, praise kink, pussy slapping, general depravity, aftercare, fried chicken. A/N: Seriously, go read darksided (linked above) if you haven't yet. This takes place approx. two weeks later, and while the context isn't necessary, things will make more sense! Check out the playlist while you’re here. Tags: @exhibitachol @sstarryoong @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @miraculous-disaster @wakeupinahaze

For the first time in his life, Yoongi was avoiding his studio.

He had a mountain of work left to do on his mixtape – and, importantly, the drive to finish it – but that was precisely why he’d stayed away. Anytime he stepped foot inside over the past two weeks, his mind wandered far, far away from the task at hand. His previously unyielding discipline fell by the wayside the second he crossed the threshold.

Instead of focusing on the tracks he had yet to write, or perfecting the ones he'd already recorded, his eyes would roam over the surface of his desk on the other side of the room. It'd since been returned to its usual state, covered in various notebooks, and recording equipment. But it looked so much better with your bare, sweat-slicked body writhing on top of it.

And when he'd finally muster the willpower to look back at his computer, his gaze would pass over - and then jerk back to - the wall he’d pinned you against as his fingers fucked a river out of you. His blood pressure would spike as he pictured you there, relying on him to hold you upright, and any hope of accomplishing anything would drop dead on the floor.

The very same floor you’d fastidiously scrubbed to erase the mess he’d made of you, no less.

And then he’d think to himself: This isn’t a workspace anymore - it’s holy ground. 

Yoongi was running out of time, though, and he had to do his best to keep his mind on his work, off of you. Catching himself once again rewinding through recent memories, he let out a groan and forced his wandering eyes back to the screen in front of him.

He realized as he scrolled through his editing software that he’d done a piss-poor job of labeling his masters lately. This, of course, made it impossible for him to remember which track was which. On a whim, he chose the file in the middle of the folder and brought it up.

If he’d paid attention to the size of the file, he could’ve prepared himself for the consequences of pressing ‘play' - but he didn’t and he wasn't. 

“I really couldn’t love you more if I tried.” "Should I shut it off now until you're ready to start?" "I can cut it down. I do need you to cue the track, though - when I signal you."

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he secured his headphones over his ears. He’d never been less interested in hearing his own music; so, without a second thought, he skipped over the next three minutes. As he did, his hand dropped down to palm his hardening dick through his jeans.

“Is it me, baby? Have I got you dizzy?”

Your little whimpers were barely audible in the recording, but they still managed to ignite a fire in the pit of his stomach. The blaze spread throughout his body when he pictured the way you looked below him then - so soft and shy, but with such carnal desire sparking in the dark of your eyes.

“I can’t give you what you want if you can’t tell me what that is.”

Anticipating your next line, his hand tensed around his cock. It was a pale imitation of that vice grip he found between your thighs, but it was something; and he would've taken anything.

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I - I know that you -”

Even caged between the walls of unimaginable heat, the irony of it all wasn't lost on him. The best recording he'd ever produced was created purely by accident -

“Stupid girl. You know nothing.”

- and it wasn't music at all.

“Get up.”

With Yoongi working hard on his creative pursuits, you begrudgingly committed to addressing your own. Like him, you had a to-do list long enough to circle the globe; but unlike him, you weren't buried in projects because you wanted to be. 

When Yoongi crossed off a task, he scribbled five more in its place. His mind never idled because he found inspiration everywhere. A half-remembered vignette from childhood that shook itself loose to become something beautiful. A word he encountered in passing that he’d transform into some modern-day epic. He generated this much work solely because his passion - like his potential - was limitless. 

To the contrary, you generated this much work because you were easily distracted. You’d start one project, and before you could finish it, your attention would flutter off on the wind like dandelion seeds. All those half-starts would stockpile until you eventually boxed yourself into a corner - and then, somehow, you'd keep stacking. 

Today's task was simple: you needed to transfer your recent photos from your camera's memory card to your laptop. Easy. Drag files from one folder to another, and then your contribution to this month's magazine spread would be finished. It should've only taken an hour - at most - for the upload to complete. 

Instead of doing what you intended, you ended up where you always did: happily lost in the weeds. This particular distraction was a folder from four years ago, when Yoongi took you on an anniversary trip to Paris. If you really had to defend this tangent, your scattered brain's game of word association wasn't far off - the photos you were supposed to tend to were from Paris Fashion Week. 

That counts for something, right? 

You snorted as you toggled through your archive. Had you taken a single photo of the stunning architecture, or countless historical sites you’d visited? Of course not. But you had snapped approximately one-hundred shots of an unaware Min Yoongi - buying you macarons; befriending a stray cat by an ATM; grimacing as he sipped wine you both hated but spent too many Euros on to waste. 

Wait, what were you supposed to be doing? 

Whatever it was, you’d swear up and down that you really did intend to finish it, but then you heard familiar, muffled footsteps. And then you felt the mattress dip slightly under the tops of your thighs and the elbows you’d propped yourself up on.  

And then the same Min Yoongi whose face beamed on your screen - slightly older, and even more adored - slid over the backs of your outstretched legs until his knees came to rest at either side of your ass. His body was warm as it loomed over you, but you shivered, nonetheless. 

Leaning in, he pushed your hair over your right shoulder and pressed a warm kiss into your left. Though he'd targeted an area several centimeters away from your spine, the aftershocks of this chaste contact rippled down its length. From there, the current divested and shot through each of your limbs, paralyzing you. 

You hummed and let your eyelids flutter shut. He ascended the arc of your shoulder, then your neck, leaving a smattering of kisses in his wake until the trail went cold. His quiet exhale tickled the skin below your ear, but he hovered in place - too far away. 

Reflexively, you whined and tilted your head to look at him. Effectively pinned, all you could do was survey his profile in your peripheral vision. “Baby?” You nudged. 

The hand he wasn’t using to hold his weight snuck under the hem of your tank-top and caressed the bare curve of your waist. His hypnotic ministrations on your side might’ve lulled you to sleep if you weren’t so intrigued by his so-far wordless affection. 

Thoroughly spellbound, your lids closed again while your lips remained parted. There was a moan building slowly in your chest, taking its time, but it was a gasp that tore out of you when his teeth nicked your lobe. His tongue was quick to soothe the pinch, and even quicker to solicit a mewl. 

You had no idea where this was coming from. Moreover, you didn't know what additional surprises this man was capable of. Though Yoongi had always been affectionate with you, he'd only recently unearthed some rare, raw sensuality that you never expected. In the time since this discovery, his touches became more frequent. You felt more of him underscoring each one, no matter how brief. 

The fingers skimming over your waist disappeared and left you cold, but before you could process the loss, they reappeared - lower now, pushing up the bottom of your underwear, and gripping the doughy cheek of your ass. Hard. Instantaneously, your hazy eyes re-opened. 

Min Yoongi truly contained multitudes. 

"Have I told you that you're my muse?" He purred into the shell of your ear as his hand massaged the skin he'd likely bruised.  

Enchanted once again, your sole response was a breathy moan. Only after his hand raised and smacked back against your ass did you realize he'd lulled you into a false sense of security. 

"When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Do you understand, baby?" 

Your shuttered breaths and accompanying nod weren't sufficient replies. His palm collided with your delicate cheek a second time, and it stayed there. The sting was muted by his fingers digging in and pinching; but it wasn't the pain that stole your attention. 

Instead, it was the wetness gushing between your clenched thighs when he whispered, "Use your words, angel." 

"I do," You muttered urgently, "I understand." 

The grip on your ass dissolved. You knew better now than to trust the warm hand kneading your cheek, but you couldn't resist moaning. Fuck - his touch was perfect. 

He contradicted the gentle caress below with a nip at your neck; and the kiss placed at that same spot preceded the true kill-shot. He hummed against your skin and your soul threatened to leave your body: 

"Good girl." 

The noise that escaped your mouth was stranded between a gasp and a cry. Oh, this man would be the death of you. 

"You inspired my next project today," He murmured between kisses to your neck. The tip of his nose was cold as it brushed across your skin and that disparity in temperature left you in shambles. "Not something I've done before -" He paused to suckle at your neck, no doubt leaving a mark when he released you, "And I need your help, baby." 

Another whimper escaped when his index finger snapped the elastic waistband of your boy-shorts; and you felt his mouth curve into a smirk. "I'll do anything -" You meant it. "Just - please, Yoongi, I need to feel you." 

"You will," His mirth left him in a breathy chuckle. It vibrated through your body and formed goosebumps as it went. "But not yet, angel. I want to savor this." 

Confused, you pouted - another exhaled laugh against your neck - and then, in a tiny voice, you asked, "What do you mean?" 

His hand slid up the back of your neck. With the base of your skull held gently captive between his thumb and middle finger, he guided you to turn your head to the left, then down. 

It didn't click right away. Silently, you blinked down at your camera. Is this what he wanted you to see? Why did - "Oh, no," you groaned as your head drooped forward. 

"Oh no?" He repeated, and though he tried, he couldn't hide the surprise in his tone. You quickly realized that he mistook your reaction for disinterest. He couldn't have been more wrong.  

Your sudden, complete deflation was simply your body buckling under the weight of unspeakable arousal. It anticipated the world-endingly perfect way he was about to fuck you; and it couldn't process the fact that it would all be memorialized. He really would be the end of you. 

Your head tilted until it rested against the side of his. "The memory card inside it is full, but there's a new one in my bag." 

Although you couldn't see it, you knew the corner of his mouth would twitch excitedly upwards at your words. At his, your mouth dropped open: 

"Any clothes you're still wearing when I come back to this bed will be ripped off. Got it?" 

It was difficult to tell which part of this exchange made your legs quiver the most: the stern warning itself; the contradictory soft, husky tone in which he said it; or the kiss the top of your head received when you responded - out loud - in the affirmative. He was gone before you could figure it out, making his way to the camera bag in the corner of your bedroom. 

He'd barely taken two steps when you frantically pulled your oversized tank-top over your head. It landed somewhere out of sight, and it was swiftly joined by your underwear - grey fabric soaked black. Your laptop was more carefully dismissed, tucked gently under the nightstand to avoid being ruined the way you were sure to be. 

When your head hit the pillow, your heart was already racing. Suddenly, you felt shy as you lay naked in your own bed, like you hadn't been in this position so many times before. There was a long-forgotten anticipation turning flips in your stomach. It bent your knees and brought your arms up to rest over your bare chest - you hadn't felt it since the very first time Yoongi saw you like this. 

As if he'd been summoned by your thoughts, Yoongi walked towards you with his focus trained on the camera in his hands. The tip of his tongue poked out through pursed lips as he carefully slotted the new memory card into the bottom, but it disappeared when the compartment clicked shut again.

He froze when he looked up at you, and your hammering heart threatened to make a break for it. 

"Baby," He was frowning. You raced to figure out which of his directions you failed to follow; but he interrupted the frenzy in your brain with that maddeningly soft, stern voice, "Why are you hiding?" 

Mouth open and poised to respond - with what, you weren't sure - you were cut off by the extended finger he raised to silence you. You clamped your jaw shut; his mouth curved ever-so-slightly at your quick compliance. 

See? You wanted to say, I'm learning! 

He removed the lens cap before his eyes flitted back up to you. "Hands above your head -" You did as he asked, though you didn't know where this was going. "- Close your eyes -" Again, you obeyed. "Don't move." 

And you didn't.  

You laid there with your eyes closed and listened for any sign of what was coming next. You could hear the muffled tread of his bare feet on the rug; and you expected further instructions - none came. Then you waited for any familiar noise from your camera - there was silence. But you smelled his cologne as he came closer, and the warmth you suddenly felt at your side told you that he’d reached you. 

“Lift your head up – but keep your eyes closed.” 

The eyebrow you raised in question was covered with some cool, silky fabric before Yoongi could have registered it. You received your answer in his actions. Gentle fingers adjusted the way the blindfold fell over your eyes, and then – even more gently – they tied a knot at the back of your head. Not too tight, but firm enough to keep it from slipping. It was no surprise to you that he’d handled this without disturbing a single hair on your head. 

His hands, once behind your head, now cupped your face. “You listen so well, angel,” He murmured before plush lips brushed against your forehead. “Lay back down the way you were.” 

Your head returned to the pillow and your elbows bent to allow your hands to meet above it. And you waited like that, trying to sense what his next move would be.

His footsteps padded off, and you figured he was seeking the best place to set up the camera. He paused, though, after only taking a few steps. The camera whirred – the auto-focus, you recognized immediately – and then it clicked. 

“So beautiful – you know that, don’t you? How stunning you are?”  

Click. 

“Perfect -” 

Click. 

“Mine” 

You couldn't help wondering how his photos would turn out. If your cheeks weren’t red under the blanket of his praise, it’d only be because you’d turned into a puddle. Your arousal had strayed far enough to slick the insides of your thighs, and if he didn’t touch you soon, you might liquify entirely and seep through the mattress to the floor. 

In the distance, plastic settled on wood. The strap affixed to your camera slithered over whatever surface he’d chosen; you could hear it slip over an edge, then it was silent. The bookshelf, you decided, third row from the top. Maybe second, if he liked the angle better? 

Without speaking first, he crawled up onto the foot of the bed. He paused there, likely kneeling in front of you. His hands slipped under your bent knees, and the only warning you got was him purring, “Come here,” mere seconds before you were pulled forward. You imagined that your gasp was still hanging in the air when you slipped out from under it. 

As soon as he was satisfied with your proximity, his hands found the insides of your knees and encouraged your legs to spread. “Now, baby -” He started, the heat of his breath indicating just how close his mouth was to your weeping cunt. “You’ll make sure the camera can hear you, won’t you?” 

The word was caught in your throat, suddenly bashful, but it eventually slipped out, “Yes.” 

You knew you’d failed as soon as you heard it, and you didn’t need to wait long to face the consequences. You jolted when his flattened fingers collided with your cunt - the sensation was a surprise, but the sound was what shocked you. Fuck! You could hear how wet he had you already.

Sodden, pooling, dripping. 

“Don’t be selfish, angel,” He tutted after withdrawing his touch from you, “Those sounds might come out of your mouth, but they don't belong to you, do they?” 

“No -” Your desperation was palpable when you responded with your whole chest. “They don’t. I – I won’t be selfish, I promise -” 

You cried out when he slapped your cunt a second time, an obscene chord formed by surprise, torment, and unbearable need.

“Whose are they?”

“Yours!” You choked, “They’re yours. I’m yours.” 

His arms hooked under your thighs and your pulse skyrocketed. “See? You are learning.” 

And then he lurched forward, flat tongue dragging upwards over your core with a pressure so perfect, your entire body tensed. He squeezed your legs harder when your back arched, and it prevented you from inadvertently slipping away from him.  

That devilish tongue swirled over your clit, and all you could manage was a whisper of a moan. He corrected you wordlessly, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. The groan he pulled from you ricocheted off each one of your ribs on the way out. Satisfied, he hummed in approval against your cunt before he proceeded to flick dizzying circles over your increasingly sensitive bud; alternating paces in the way he knew would drive you mad.  

Both of your arms reached out, and your hands carded through his hair. You pulled him ever closer, which prompted him to shake his head furiously with the flat of his tongue pressed against your heat.  

“Oh, fuck!” you wailed. As much as you wanted to watch him, you knew that – even without the blindfold - the way his mouth moved so expertly against you would have made it too difficult to keep your eyes open. They were already covered, but you squeezed them tight enough to see stars as he suckled your clit. “Shit, baby – ah – feels so good.”  

The thread holding you together frayed further and further with every brush of his tongue against your most sensitive spot. The sound of his breathing, ragged and muffled with your thighs pressed harshly against the sides of his head, would have done unspeakable things to you - if your mindless gasping didn't threaten to drown him out completely.  

He shifted without removing his mouth from you, and he unhooked his right arm from under your leg. The heel of his hand glided up over your pelvis, your navel, and your breasts before stopping at the underside of your jaw. Two fingers tapped at your chin; you took the hint and took them into your mouth.

His tongue never let up on your clit as you slicked his fingers, suckling on them the way he did you. Once he was satisfied with the work you’d done, he pulled his hand back down to your cunt.   

Tongue still relentless at your clit, his middle finger swung the focus to your entrance, which was drenched by his saliva and your own slick. Meticulous and slow, he slid his finger inside of you. He moaned at the way you constricted around him; you melted. 

He never struggled to find that secret spot hidden behind your pubic bone. He'd proven time and time again that he was more in tune with your body than you were. Every curve, dip, and line had been committed to muscle memory.  

He could anticipate your reaction to every touch, even when those reactions varied based upon your mood or your energy level - and it was automatic. Unthinking but knowing. He teased this spot without mercy, and as he likely expected, you began to shake under his touch.  

The growing feeling in the pit of your stomach was one you knew he strived for. His favorite trick, once he knew the secret. And whenever you tried to resist – still uncomfortable with the way your body reacted to him – he gave you no choice. 

No poet could adequately describe how completely your orgasm consumed you. With the way you jolted against his mouth, he could’ve electrocuted you. You wriggled and writhed in his arms as you came, but he didn’t stop, even as your walls clenched around his fingers and your thighs pressed even more tightly against the sides of his head.

Your familiar moans devolved into some desperate sounds you’d never made before, curse words spilling out over your lips as you just kept cumming – but he still held tight to you as you bucked wildly in his arms.  

There was unbelievable pressure until there wasn’t.  

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” He growled with his face nestled into your quivering, dripping inner thigh. His teeth nicked the skin but were swiftly replaced with a kiss from his ravenous, open mouth. “That’s my good girl.” 

He let you collapse back onto the bed, but he denied you any time to recover.  

“I think you can do it again, baby. What do you think?” He teased, alternating words and quick kisses along the interior of your thigh. “Should we see how much more you can take?”  

You babbled something in response, but neither of you could’ve interpreted what you meant. Your limp neck rolled to the side while you tried to catch your breath; there wasn’t time. You felt him coat his fingers in the remnants of your orgasm moments before he slid them inside of you and curled them upward.  

The combination of relentless pressure and a feverish pace dotted stars across the insides of your eyelids. Breathless, dangling at the edge of a precipice, you stammered, “Yoo-Yoongi -” 

Despite the obscene squelch of his ministrations, his voice rang through, clear as a bell. “What, angel? Do you want to come again?” Stupidly, you nodded, but he didn’t scold you. Given your fucked-out state, he seemed to forgive your mistake. “Then come.” 

The blindfold covering your eyes was black, but your vision went white. As you spasmed and gushed uncontrollably around his fingers, there was a moment where you could’ve sworn your soul ejected itself from your body. If it was floating above you now, it would’ve seen how thoroughly you’d drenched your boyfriend; and how perfect he still looked with your juices dripping off his chin. 

His weight was shifting at your feet when you returned to your body. It took everything you had, but you lifted one, limp arm out in his general direction. No words, just an outstretched hand begging to find him. When it did, he slotted his fingers perpendicularly under yours, rubbed the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, and kissed the top of your hand. 

“What color?” he murmured against your skin. 

You sighed softly, exhausted but not yet entirely spent, “Green.” You paused and chewed on your bottom lip. After a moment of quiet, you asked, “Yoongi?” 

“Yes, baby?” 

It was pitiful how your request barely rolled off of your tongue, but the answer would surely be no if you didn’t ask. “Can I see you?” 

He was silent for a moment – so, the answer would be no even though you did ask – but then you heard his soft chuckle. Even after he pulled the blindfold off, your eyes were useless. Somewhere in the bright white haze was Yoongi, though you couldn’t confirm that the shadow in front of you was truly him. Maybe you truly had died. 

Blinking furiously, you refused to stop until your eyes remembered how to focus. Slowly, slowly, slowly, the dark figure before you took a familiar shape. Shirtless, with damp, black waves clinging to his cheekbones – there he was. Concern was etched into his features, but his narrowed eyes relaxed when you shot him a smile. 

“Color?” You inquired with a squeeze of your hand. 

When he dropped your hand, your heart fell with it. But he sat up on his knees, placed that hand on your cheek, and captured your lips in a kiss. It was perfect, but it was torturously brief.  

“Green,” He replied. He backed away from you until he was standing at the foot of the bed. One hand dropped to his belt buckle while the index finger on his other hand beckoned you. 

You crawled towards him until his palm silently instructed you to stop. 

“Elbows on the mattress, ass up,” He ordered as he made short work of his belt. It slid easily through the loops of his ripped jeans and clattered as it hit the floor.

You leaned forward as he instructed, knees and elbows digging into the comforter you’d absolutely need to wash later – especially considering the way your mouth watered when his jeans and boxers were discarded and kicked aside. Were you drooling? 

Your body buzzed with anticipation as he crossed to the side of the bed. You wished he took his time sidling over to you, so your eyes could continue to devour his lean, snow-white frame; but if the stiff cock encircled by his hand was any indication, Yoongi wasn’t interested in wasting time. Instead, he pushed himself up onto the bed, out of sight, and the next thing you felt was his hand collecting your hair, pulling, and forcing your face up to the camera. 

His free hand squeezed your ass cheek when he said, “Eye contact, baby. Show the camera how I make you feel. Can you do that?” 

With his tip teasing at your entrance, you weren’t confident that you could – but you’d sure as hell try. “I can,” Your determination was clear, even if the voice conveying it wavered. “I will.” 

“Good girl,” He hummed. He released your hair and placed a kiss on the same shoulder blade he had earlier - when he last had you in this position. “Now, take a deep breath for me.” 

It wasn’t graceful, the way you sucked in air as he penetrated you; it was an unholy, strangled sound, and it crashed through the quiet like a wrecking ball. Every instinct begged your head to droop forward, and your back to curve up upwards, but you fought them off. Praise for your efforts tumbled out over your spine between Yoongi’s shuttered moans. His noises had you clenching around his cock, and the tightened grip of your cunt transformed them into something guttural. 

He paused when he bottomed out. Like you, he seemed to be at a loss for words. The hand gripping your hip was holding on for dear life; and the one curved over your shoulder kept you in place, allowing him to bury himself as deeply as possible.

He didn’t speak until he slowly started withdrawing himself from you, “I love the way you take me, how that tight pussy fights me whenever I leave.” 

As his cock dragged over your g-spot, your entire body shivered. He felt it and chuckled; you hiccupped, “Still so s-sensitive.” 

“Green?” 

“More -” You begged, “Please, baby.” 

You asked for it, but you weren’t ready for it. His hips snapped forward and drove him back into you before you could process what was happening. And when he kept up that ravenous pace, rutting over and over and over your detonator, it took everything you had not to explode.

All your willpower was spent trying to withstand his thrusts, though – nothing could keep you from collapsing forward onto the bed as your white-knuckled fingers gripped the comforter below. 

Before your body could fully settle over the mattress, his hand on your shoulder evolved into an arm hooking over you. He pulled you upright as his arm crossed over your heaving chest; he didn’t stop until he had you pinned to his. 

Fucking upwards into you with shallow, staccato strokes, he scolded you. “What did I tell you?” His hand dropped from your hip and dipped between your quivering thighs. His rapid thrusts didn’t falter as his middle finger began to assault your clit. “Hmm? What did I just say?” 

“Eye conta -”

The end of that word mutated into a scream. He snapped his hips forward so suddenly, you never anticipated being shoved off the edge of the world. Your orgasm ripped through you, shutting off your brain and forcing your entire body to convulse around him. 

You went limp when you fell from your high; Yoongi’s hold on you tightened to keep you from collapsing. Unrelenting, he just – kept – rutting. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

You wailed when that fourth wave crashed down over you. Caught in its riptide, you spoke in tongues; writhing and shrieking and imploding. Could a person die from coming this hard? 

Yoongi’s panting pulled you out of the abyss he’d thrown you in. “Shit,” He hissed, “I’m so close - fuck, you feel so good -” You felt it all over when he growled into your ear, “Tell me where you want it, baby.” 

You answered, but it was impossible for your hazy brain to know for sure if you’d replied verbally or telepathically. Either way, he understood – he always understood – and his break-neck speed was replaced by deep, deliberate thrusts. He groaned out your name as his cock twitched inside you, painting your walls white. 

The kiss Yoongi left in the crook of your neck didn’t wash away with the water cascading down over the two of you. You could still feel the uniqueness of its warmth, even in a cloud of steam - under the hot, heavy droplets hitting your skin.  

Your eyes were closed to avoid the conditioner he was massaging into your scalp, but your exhaustion was likely to keep them that way. The only reason you hadn’t slipped down the drain yourself was your unspoken refusal to be separated from him. Though, with that invisible string tying the two of you together, you’d never be able to stray very far, even if you wanted to.

“Can you tilt your head back, love?” 

This one was a request, not a command, and he made no effort to move it for you. The weight of your sleepiness caused your neck to roll more clumsily than you intended; it gave up, and your head bumped against his clavicle when it dropped backwards.

“Sorry,” you murmured, but he was already chuckling. “My motor skills seem to have clocked out early.” 

His laugh ricocheted off the tile. “You won’t need them,” He mused as his hands gently worked the remaining conditioner from your hair. “We can use mine.” Then he kissed the crown of your head, not once but twice. You could feel his smile spread against your scalp when you giggled. “All done, baby.” 

He’d taken his time with you; and he’d taken great care to clean – then kiss – every sore muscle he encountered. And when he was done, he used a large, plush towel to wick the lingering droplets from your skin. His hands on your waist steadied you as you stepped into a pair of sweatpants, and he smoothed the damp waves that you disrupted in unceremoniously tugging an oversized sweatshirt over your head. 

Once the two of you were fully dressed, he cupped your face in his hands, kissed you deep, and asked, “Do you need a lift back to bed?” His eyes sparkled at his joke – of course, he meant lift literally – and his eyebrow arched when you meekly shook your head. “I’m not sold. Is that your final answer?” 

You, once again, shook your head. He exhaled amusement through his nose at your indecision. Then, he placed his hands on your waist. Perfectly coordinated – as always – he lifted as you hopped, pulling you into his chest while your limbs wrapped around him. He carried you easily back into the bedroom and set you down gently on the bare mattress. 

All of your bedding was spinning in the washing machine on the first floor of your home, but he had a fluffy, full-sized throw waiting there for you. You held up one side of it, silently inviting him to join you. When he settled at your side, your head ducked down and came to rest under his chin. As soon as his arm curled over your back, your heavy lids finally closed. 

You were both quiet, one foot in a dream, when the growl of his stomach startled you both awake. Erupting into laughter, you each craned your neck to see the other beaming back. 

He wiped the mirth pooling in the corner of his eye and sighed as his laughter petered out, “Delivery from that fried chicken place?” 

“Oooh, yes, please.”

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! The response to the first post was so incredibly overwhelming, I simply had to write a follow-up. I might continue to add one-offs to this darksided cinematic universe (lol) simply because I love their relationship dynamic. And the sexual journey they seem to be on, hahahah. Please leave feedback so I know what you liked and what you didn't! Also, lmk if there’s something you’d want to see in any possible future installments 👀

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[emmyrosee]

Idk… I’m in like. A big Suna mood, friends

He’s just such a chaotic good, such an absolute loser, and how anyone thinks he’s more than someone who willingly, and for fun, plops down on the couch with uncooked instant noodles with the packet and eats them straight is beyond me.

The worlds most obnoxious snuggle bug, latches himself onto you when he’s tired and will not let you go. He’s adorable, of course he is, but to say he’s not the bane of your existence would also be an absolute lie, and makes using the bathroom sometimes infinitely more difficult than it needs to be.

(“Rin, I have to pee-“

“Pee the bed.”

“Absolutely not, if you’d just give me three minutes of my own personal space-“

“No. We’ve been together for four years. Your personal space is my personal space.”)

Sometimes, if he has the energy, he’ll let you go but literally seconds later, you hear padding feet outside of the door, a small poomf on the floor, and when you’re finished washing your hands, you’re greeted with the sight of Rin on the floor, scrolling through tiktok. “Seriously?” “You missed a really funny one.”

Every now and again, him being such a pain in the ass causes you to get into little fights, little spats here and there, and when you get into these fights it’s not impossible to have them turn into little ridiculous digs that you both know are things you love about each other, but are just ammunition for a petty disagreement.

(“You’re just mad that my hairline isn’t receding!”

“Oh yeah? At least I don’t dip my chicken nuggets into my milkshakes!”)

Sometimes, when he’s out of things to say (or he’s just in the wrong and he wants the fight to stop) he says very out of pocket things to throw you off.

(“I think you’re just jealous!”

“Of what?” You scoff.

“That I can juggle, and you can’t.”

“…..what?”) It’s an easy way to break up the ‘fight’ and have you giggling at him once again.

Sometimes, you come home, and something is very, very off. You cock your brow, you put down your keys and shrug off your coat, and with a call of his name, he quickly calls back “I love you!”

“Rin what did you do?” And after a few beats of silence, this man has the audacity, the gall, to round the corner with an animal in his arms, and the worlds most swollen eyes and red cheeks, and your jaw slacks. “Rin.”

(“It’s a baby! We have to keep her!”

“You’re deathly allergic to dander.”

“But it’s a baby.”)

This happens at least twice a month. Quickly prompted by a stop at the shelter so the animal can be put for adoption and rescued, and then a stop at the hospital for anaphylactic shock.

WILL, and I mean WILL, put off any gosh damn task you ask him to do; dishes, laundry, cooking, dusting, the only thing he does without argument is trash because once, he actually forgot to do it, and it was a wonderful time trying to get rid of the smell in your kitchen.

But otherwise, he waits until you offer to do it, and he shrugs and says “let’s just do it together.” And it’s so cute he wants to do things with you, and that’s the only reason you don’t leave him for it.

He knows all of your tells for anything you may be feeling- emotional or physical. He knows when you’re nervous, you fiddle with your fingers and dig at your cuticles, so he gets you some rings to fidget with. He knows you’re about to be sick when your eyes look heavy and you are extra, extra cuddly.

(“Don’t puke on me, let me get a bucket.”

“I’m not gonna puke.”

“And I don’t believe you, now stay.”

And you elbow him extra hard when he’s got the cockiest smirk while rubbing your back.)

#i literally want to marry him what happened to me. #no seriously what is going on #suna rintaro #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x gn!reader #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

An update from me that I have been brewing on for quite some time !

Hey guys, so I know that I have been almost completely gone from this fandom for about three months just after being so lucky to get to know and talking to some of you and even getting a bit back into writing!

The reason for this is luckily not a bad one, but is that I have been lucky enough to travel for three months, the first two living on a sailing boat with 7 other people and a dog, two of whom (and the dog) being friends I know from home who are sailing almost around the world and who invited me to join and the last month doing a roadtrip with in the US with another friend from home who went with me!

It’s been amazing and I feel so privileged to have been able to take time out my studies and (barely) afford to do this trip ! 🙏 but I have also been regretting that I have been so unable to join in on fandom activities and sending love to all the amazing fics and other creations that you guys have posted while I’ve been away! One trait for me is that I am already usually quite overwhelmed by life and stuff and so am notoriously bad at being two places at once and keeping in touch when a lot is going in my immediate surroundings! Luckily my friends and family are aware of this and are so good at bearing with me 😅 but I really have been so happy about being welcomed into this fandom and joining it for real and meeting and talking with you guys, so I wish that this amazing experience didn’t have to mean that immediately after just disappeared for three months !

Instead of trying the impossible task of completely catching up now that I am home with exams and an unestablished living situation or even knowing for sure whether I’m going to join my friends sailing again in a couple of months, I just wanted to let you know that even if I have been invisible I haven’t been completely away, more like I just regressed back to the lurking stage of fandom for a while🙃 wip Wednesday and seven sentence Sunday have helped keeping me on track of what day of the week it was, and I have loved keeping a bit up with fandom on those days and all your amazing creations have forced me to take shortlived breaks from everything going around me to read your snippets and fics and I’ve loved everything you’ve posted SO much, you’re seriously all so talented and me and everyone else is so lucky to have YOU share it in this fandom !!! Sorry I haven’t been able to give it all the love and appreciation it deserves !!

I also wanted to share with you that the US roadtrip started in Austin (!! :O) which was so exciting and I got this little Tarlos related souvenir:

We also passed by a AFD firehouse, which was super cool although I didn’t get to take a picture of it because stuff was happening all around me.

Anyway, I’m back, at least for being a little more visible and cheering and engaging although maybe not so much for writing - my tablet which I prefer to write on and where all my wip’s and ideas are on is packed away somewhere but maybe I’ll get it one of these days or try to manage without.. and also I’m staying with my parents, and due to them having just moved and medical stuff that happened while I was away, I’m helping them with the move and other projects in the house.

I still haven’t decided if I’m going away again - on the one hand, it’s an amazing opportunity, on the other hand I really want a stable and permanent place to live, to finish my studies in a normal, everyday life sort of way, and not least of all be able to set an hour or two aside to just engage with what I love and write and post and reblog and talk and all those things !!

Sorry for rambling, that’s my thing, and sorry for tagging you if you didn’t really wanna read through all my ramblings, it was just important to me for my update and explanation for being away and my appreciation for everything you’ve created and posted in the meantime to reach you guys but please don’t feel obligated to do anything with it🙃 I hope you all are doing well and thank you if you’ve actually reached this part of this long rambling post !

Just tagging some of the people here that I’ve been so lucky to enjoy talking to and if I miss anybody that I’ve only talked to a little or who remembers me from small interactions, just know that I mean you too, I’m just too shy and afraid that tagging you in those ramblings will be unwanted to tag you if our interaktions havent extended further than the tags or a couple of messages 🙃

All the hugs from Mar !!

@carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @paperstorm

#me rambling #and an update #glad to be back and have a bit more time and headspace for fandom again!

[chesthighwater]

sidenote i just finished return of the obra dinn and am feeling a little insane. random bits from my playthrough (AND SPOILERS) under the cut.

no seriously you all know i'm very pro-spoilers that is my ideology but this is one of the rare pieces of media where even i say "yeah no you have to go in blind". so. if you think you might want to play it, go do that now.

OKAY ANYWAY

maba was one of the very first people i identified (after the captain-abigail-hoscut tutorial trio) via his tattoos [so i also avoided the whole "where's my frenchman" misdirection that got a lot of people] and so i developed a sort of camaraderie towards him for no reason. like, i'd walk into some absolute carnage, no idea who anyone is, trying to find my footing, and then i'd see him and be like "HEY THERE'S MABA! THERE'S MY GUY!". a friendly face in a sea of strangers. thank you maba my early game anchor.

brennan took me way longer than he should have- i had him pinned as someone else via accent due to a misattributed voiceline- but like everyone else i too felt very smart when i noticed his shot in the execution scene. good call on the game's part for not tackling the uh Philosophical Implications of firing squads.

THE MIDSHIPMEN. GOD. thomas is my favourite, obviously. regarding peter's death, i initially just assumed he missed/misjudged the powder throw due to being in an adrenaline fight or flight "OH GOD OH GOD GET IT OFF ME" situation. like, he was hoping to aim it lower, or elsewhere in hopes of injuring the kraken and getting it to let go, and just missed. if you've ever been in a near death Must React Fast situation you know it's not exactly rational thinking and precise flawless action you just do the thing. but then i read a theory that he lit the powder before he was grabbed, and then he forgot about it (on account of actively being grabbed), and by the time thomas noticed the lit powder it was too late. i quite like that interpretation. anyway, why is no one making them gay? must i do everything myself?

oh also! thank fuck for the glossary because i am Not an age of sail person. i think i have like... below average knowledge of ships. i stepped onto the deck like "hmm what the fuck is a bostun". why did anyone hire me for this investigation. i'd have to spend significantly more time googling if i didn't have the option to flip through the book every time i realise i don't know what a purser is. i'd really love to play this game with someone who actually knows their shit, it would be fascinating hearing how someone well-versed in the subject interprets the little details.

of course i also went through the initial "how the fuck am i supposed to figure any of this out" hitch, but once i got the right gameflow down it was a BREEZE. so incredibly fun. what i did was essentially decide on someone i want to figure out, bookmark all their memories, and just go through them in order observing that person, who they're with and what they're doing... those mini personal investigations were the most fun part for me.

immediate post-game heartache, by the way. as soon as i finished i thought "man, i wish this game was procedurally generated so i could replay it" IMMEDIATELY followed by "no, with the amount of attention to detail? impossible. this is a piece of art. handcrafted. an Experience. man i wish i could go back in time so i can replay it"

i had time to flip through some of the localisations as well and they were shockingly good (with only very minor inaccuracies that i noticed), and i know for a fact that that was no easy task. even beyond that, any gripes i have with this game are EXTREMELY minor. nitpicky. i'm not even gonna say them they're that insignificant. it's just an excellent game.

also i never noticed the mermaids have Three Pairs Of Boobs until i read the wiki

anyway. people i accidentally guessed correctly: peters brothers, two of the four chinese topmen (actually figured out the shoes trick for the other two!), george shirley. people i identified wrongly for way too long: brennan, martin, olus wiater, nicholas botterel (?sp). most fun had: when reconstructing an individual person's journey through all the memories they appear in. figuring out where they went and when and how and why they got there.

in conclusion talk to me about this game if you also played it okay i love you bye

#j #what an amazing fucking game. #i guess i have to find out how ships work now. if i want to write accurate gay people on a ship i must know what a ship is

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Sorry, new to this blog but wondering why you were so traumatised by the pandemic?

I moved to the UK at the end of 2017. I had made friends, but not deep social networks. For me the trade-off was that I was more lonley, but I was meeting exciting new people, going to exciting new places, and doing exciting new things. One of the things I realised quite early in the pandemic - is that it was heightening whatever was most stressful about your situation. For parents (and many other people) it was never getting a break. For me it was the isolation.

I lived alone. Initially, I went 11 weeks without having a conversation with someone in person. Then I met with one friend once a week - I had a little walled area outside the back of my flat and we sat socially distanced every week. There was a two to three month period where I did a little more - met up with other friends in their gardens or mine, went to the pub outside and did some traveling for work. But it was a level of isolation that I would have found unimaginable.

My team didn't meet regularly - I think we met about every two months. I didn't quite realise how unusual that was. And I was mostly grateful that I didn't have to deal with Zoom and Teams (which I did and do really struggle with). But what it meant was that each day I had to get up, figure out what work I could do, push myself to do whatever I could to meet my basic needs (which were never going to be met under these circumstances). I was profoundly alone.

Home was New Zealand - with everything that implied. My friends and family were safe, and before too long sending me pictures of a completely normal life on. But I had a job - it was due to end in March 2021 and I wanted to know what was happening before I made plans. It wasn't until November that I realised that I might never know and so I booked a ticket - still hoping that by the time it came to leave, I'd know whether or not I was coming back for my job or moving home. I booked my ticket for mid-January - if I was leaving for good I'd need to pack up over the Christmas break, I might need to go into work to finish tasks that could only be done in person once it was open again in January, and then I figured I needed two weeks after that to make sure I was well.

I started to read the Facebook groups from other New Zealanders heading home - to figure out what was involved. To come into New Zealand you had to spend two weeks in a government run hotel room - Managed Isolation. I'd booked my spot at the same time as I'd booked my ticket home.

The trees turned to sticks (it was only my fourth European winter; the barrenness still surprised me) and it got darker and darker. I still met my friend every week - sometimes in the snow, but everything else that I might have been able to do stopped.

I had to sot out my flat - I had to act as if I was going to be leaving forever, so that I'd be ready if I was. It felt impossible - feeding myself working and going to a stupid walk for my stupid mental health was taking everything I had; going through everything I owned as well seemed impossible. But I couldn't get any help - not for the sorting that took place inside my house - I had to do that myself.

Then things got worse. At first all we knew that infection rates were going up and up and up - then they started talking about the alpha variant. The rules started changing - at first just the rules in the UK. That added stress - I had to take everything to the charity shop on Christmas eve, because I didn't know if they would reopen again. There was another level of calculations to everything I did. What needed to be done today, because it might be shut tomorrow. It began to snow. I had never driven in the snow.

I realised I probably wasn't going to know whether or not I was coming back when I left.

Then, on the 3rd of January, New Zealand announced that anyone who was traveling from the UK needed a negative PCR test 3 days before traveling. I was traveling on a Tuesday - I'd need to get the test on the Saturday. None of the places that offered guaranteed turn around were open on the Saturday. Boots said that 99% of its tests were back within 24 hours. What would I do if I was in the 1%?

By that time, all the places in Managed Isolation were booked up. If I missed my slot the next available places were in March. If I didn't have a negative test, if anything happened with my flight, I would be trapped - having thrown everything I had at trying to get out.

Then they started cancelling flights. There were three routes back to New Zealand at that point, via Singapore, via Dubai and via Doha. Singapore stopped allowing transit passengers from the UK. The week before I was due to leave, Emirates cancelled their flights to Australia - with 48 hours notice. I was so afraid that my flight would be cancelled and I'd miss my spot in managed isolation.

Hoping and trying to move for something better had turned a miserable, but bearable situation, into something that felt completely untenable.

I kept having to make calculations - if it snowed on the day that I needed to get my PCR test - which was riskier? Driving in the snow for the first time - or a 40 minute cab ride each way?

Each day seemed full of impossible things, but I had to do them. I wouldn't be able to sleep till 6am, and then I'd have an exhausted nap at 6pm. I would suddenly become very aware of my breath and unable to breathe automatically - I had to consciously take each breath.

I said goodbye to some people across a frozen parking lot. Most people I didn't say goodbye to at all.

I caught the plane. The workers at the hotel wrote a heart and 'welcome home' on the paper bag which held my first meal. I still have the bag.

My first experience when I came out of managed isolation was at Auckland airport - as I took my flight home. At hte food court, everyone was sitting and moving and interacting as if everything was normal. I felt like an alien who had gone through a worm hole to another civilisation. People were so close to each other. I cannot really put into words how unbelievably greatful I am that my friends and family were safe, that I was looked after in managed isolation, and that I got to return through the worm hole and begin to heal.

But it was only beginning. I still get flashbacks, particularly to those awful, desperate few weeks when it felt like I was crossing a rope bridge and each of the ropes were being cut one by one. I have had them from eating a churro, the government changing their policy in response to the delta variant, thinking about the existence of the audiobook of 'Venetia', watching the triathalon at the Birmingham Commonwealth Games, listening to Grace Petrie's Northbound, hearing that someone wasn't able to get on a plane they really wanted to get on.

Right now I am in period where it feels like the emotions of that time are really close to the surface. I don't really know why. But I think the only thing to do is acknowledge that I went through something really awful and that it still hurts and feel the grief and pain when it comes - rather than push it away. I decided to answer this ask to see what writing some of it down felt like.

#I do have one other thought #only ask why people were traumatised #if you're prepared for them to answer #I know people whose stories would be much harder to read than mine #My cousin is a resuscitation nurse working in London #A friend's mother died #because of lack of access to healthcare

[dragon-queen21]

I was tagged by the lovely @awesomedurraworld in a tag game to list the first opening lines from 10 of your fics.

I’m going to do seven from published fics and three from my upcoming fics because I can >:3 Also because I struggled with this all of my writing feels so old

1.He Doesn't Want Me (demon slayer agere fic)

“He’s not sure when his baby brother stopped seeing him as safe. Not sure when the comfort and warmth that only he could provide slowly faded, leaving him cold and empty. Not sure when that warmth once his little brother came to him for, shifted to others.”

2.A cup full of scorpion (fma fic that is just 90% Edward being a menace)

“Roy never would have guessed that raising two hell spawn children would be so difficult, and yet he was already beginning to see signs of early grey hairs and was starting to feel the beginnings of regret towards his life choices that lead him to this moment.”

3.A kit and a collar (dream smp fic)

“It was late night calls where things seemed to go for the worst or for the better. This was a bit of both.”

4.Too many days spent lying awake (hermitcraft fic)

“‘Baby…” Impulse’s voice started, impossibly soft and caring.

All Ren heard was pity.”

5.Let me watch over you now (Demon slayer + my most recent fic)

“It was embarrassing to fail at a mission. Especially one as easy as this.”

6.The cookie heist (one piece)

The goal of the afternoon was an 'impossible' task.

7.Attachment scars (Life smp)

“Scott didn’t feel any remorse upon leaving Pearl. Well maybe a little bit. Seeing Pearl’s face look so sorrowful, he had felt his own heart distantly pang in remorse, sharing in sympathy with the girl when he told her he was leaving. Maybe he felt a little bit bad, his heart ached for days after, not of his own accord but his soul mates. But she’d get over it soon enough.”

8.Spiders are evil (mha fic a bit like the one I did for fullmetal alchemist)

There was a pillow in the corner of Izuku’s room. Why was this worth mentioning? Because said pillow had a giant black spider currently crawling across it.

9.(Mob psycho fic that I am soooo close to finishing. I shared a draft of it here on tumblr so it counts)

“Ritsu’s face is downcast, looking at the rubble on the ground around him. He doesn’t want to look up. Doesn’t want to see what he’s done. What he didn’t mean to do. It was just self defense, that’s all he keeps saying to himself. He was scared and caught off guard.”

10.(One Piece color au thingy that I haven’t posted yet but still feel like sharing)

“With Shanks brought the color red. The red of far away islands, dreams, and adventures, all, waiting to be discovered. The red faded along with the ship in the distance, but not his dream. His dream had mixed into a new color, one that promised to never be forgotten as long as Luffy lived.”

Tagging @little-froglight , @juicezone and @babyminty as I know you all have writing posted :3 (if you want to join in of course)

#mayliz rambles #tag game #fanfiction

[blessed444]

How to Consistently Study with a Full Time Job

I. 3 part-split Divide your day into 3 parts accounting for your energy levels throughout the day and how much harder it is for you to avoid distractions at other times of the day.

1. Part One. High Energy + High Temptation. Aka activities that you don’t enjoy that much + require brain power & time - Ex: studying for an exam, working on projects you’ve been procrastinating on

2. Part two. High Energy + Low Temptation. Aka enjoyable activities that require a time commitment. - Example: going to the gym, doing fun research.

3. Part Three. Low Energy + Low Temptation. Aka fun activities that don’t require that much time or energy. - Example: personal creative projects, reading, or watching a series.

II. Mission impossible rule - Set reminders so that you remember a task exists - Having a reminder for a task might motivate you to get it done. But do not force yourself to finish unenjoyable tasks just for the sake of it though.

III. The PR Rule “Work expands to fill the time allocated to it” - Parkinson and Roosevelt. The quality of an essay that took you 3 days, 3 weeks, or 3 months to write is often very similar.

1. Give yourself a crazy tight deadline to complete the task. It might lead you to hyper-focus and surprise yourself. - Example: give yourself 2 hours to complete a big task like creating a marketing plan.

2. Include the finished product in your calendar, not all the small steps you need to accomplish.

IV. Morning Glory Rule Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi - He stated that people who are very creative and effective in their lives all start their day with something small they were really looking forward to. I.e. making their favorite breakfast, calling a loved one, spending 5 minutes in nature soaking up the sun, etc. - You should have your sacred morning time that you respect every day and don’t schedule anything during it.

V. The Fun Factor - Struggle cannot be avoided, but struggling too much or doing too many unenjoyable tasks might negatively affect us and our quality of life in the long run. - Schedule fun activities for you to do solo or with friends at least once a week. - Example: taking yourself out to dinner or the movies, meeting up with friends, going to an art gallery

VI. Strategically Over-scheduling Gawande - We tend to forget about smaller tasks when we don’t externalize/write them down somewhere - It’s essential to write down all the things you need to do and all the things you want to do to remember them - Overbook your calendar because it relieves your brain from having to memorize and remember these things at all times

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#useful #tips #study motivation #college

[twerkswiththepowerofthedarkside]

myths are just stories told through the ages

Let me tell you a tale; It’s not as old as time, although it may well be timeless. Once there was a man, sometimes called a fool, who fell in love with the Sun Goddess. She was fire and beauty incarnate, a raw force of light that brought smiles and gifted warmth everywhere she went. So the man went to become her suitor. He asked her, “What would I need to earn your heart?”. Now the Sun had a fickle heart - it was full of passion, yes, but also naive. Knowing this, she instead set the man a task. “Woo me not, but instead my sister, the Moon. Her heart is cold as the night she inhabits, but she is a pure reflection of me as I am. If you can win her heart, you may as well have mine.” Accepting this, he waited upon a hill until night swathed him and posed the same question to the Moon. She has a different beauty, one forged in flame but steeled with cunning, reminiscent of an intricately crafted blade - incredible to admire, yet impossible to touch without wounding yourself. Hearing the Fool ask such a question, the moon waned in the sky out of surprise. It was rare for anyone to ask that of her, for she was known to be equal parts shallow and callous, only coming out in full once a month. After a moment, she regained her composure. “Hmn… My love cannot be bought with dowry or goods… Instead you must prove yourself to me. Bring me the three most beautiful things you can. One of the Earth itself, for she was the greatest creator. One that is something mundane, for the greatest brilliance can come from the dullest stone. And one made by your own hand, for you should be capable of creating great beauty as well as finding it.” The Moon was confident that his replies would be unsatisfactory. Each of the few that had attempted them had fallen flat at some hurdle or other. Although gemstones of wondrous hues, the finest sculptures and the smoothest of stones had been brought and presented to her, none of them truly fulfilled the qualities she looked for. Given his rules, he set off. After pondering what to do for a while, a solution occurred to him. The next day however was rather peculiar. As the Sun set, and the Moon rose again, she looked on in abject fascination. Our Fool had been scouring the forest, checking fallen log after fallen log but finding each to be unworthy. “What are you doing?”, she queried.

“Well… for the quest you have set me I need a fallen log, but each one I have found has had an inhabitant. A frog, an ant, even spiders. I refuse to displace a single creature if I can help it, so I shall search until I find an empty log.” With that, he went back to hunting intently with dogmatic determination. A miniscule smile of approval played upon her face. Unbeknownst to her, our lovestruck man’s adoration had changed. Not that it was any less intense, but the recipient was no longer the Sun; the Moon and her hidden elegance had him rapt with awe, and it was something he intended to make clear. Two days pass, and after finally finding a suitable log, the Fool whiled away his time in his home. Finding old tools, he set to work. Now the going was slow: he’s a Fool, not a carpenter, after all. But once the days were up, he was finished. The result? A crudely carved wooden bowl. He fills the bowl with water, and waits upon the hill again for the sun to set. “I have come with my gifts.” “All you have is- a bowl of water?” “Yes, but please let me explain. This wood, this water is of the Earth itself. I hold all parts of nature equally, each beautiful as the other, even in death. Flesh or wood, water or blood, they all contribute to everything around them. If that isn’t beauty, what is? I crafted the bowl myself, although poorly, and what is as beautiful as creation? A bowl of water may be as mundane as it comes, and still it holds all these properties. Lastly, look upon the water itself…” She leaned over and gazed down. “What do you see?” “Nothing but myself.” “And that is the most beautiful thing I could find.”

#prose #mythology #nature #do you ever wonder if pain is worth it #then something happens and you realise that it is #this is my first time using tumblr what the ducking duck is this site #poetry #and the sun spills light for all #an obsession with two celestial bodies

[duckdoeswords]

Remnants of the Past - Chapter 4

Summary: It’s been ten years since the fall of Beacon and five since the battle for Remnant which changed the world for the better.

Or so the world believes.

Those who fought in the war against Salem are still picking up the pieces, while those who didn’t worship them as heroes. Team RWBY is in tatters, their leader having gone missing in the chaos of the final battle has left a person-sized hole where she had once been. The three remaining members have gone their separate ways, some fairing better than others.

Words: 13,998

Main Relationship: Weiss Schnee/Ruby Rose

Rating: M

Notes: Hello! If you think this sounds familiar that would be because this is a rewrite of my old fic 'Grimm Consequences' I've finally finished the first chapter and am almost done with chapters 2-4 so I finally feel comfortable posting it! If you really enjoyed the last one I'm hoping you'll like this one as well even tho Im hoping to take it in a very different direction!! Enjoy!!

Fic:

Ruby’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the T.V. blaring from outside her room, causing the sole occupant of the bed to groan, burying their head further into her pillow. She mumbled incoherent words into the fabric, tucking her arms under it. Ruby tried desperately to ignore the obnoxious sound of early morning cartoons coming from the living room, making it impossible to fall back asleep. 

Rolling out of bed, Ruby collapsed onto the floor with an unceremonious thud. “Ugh.” She groaned, pushing herself to her feet and stretching her arms over her head, gripping her elbow and wrapping her arm around her neck. Scratching her stomach, she ambled toward the bathroom, hitting her toe on the door frame. “Fuck! Shit!” She cursed loudly, jumping the rest of the way into the bathroom. Stopping in front of the sink, she turned on the water, splashing it on her face before looking at her reflection. 

The person who stared back at her from the mirror was a stranger whom Ruby barely recognized. The stranger's dirty blonde chin-length hair was shaved down to the skin and fell over one eye. She brushed it out of her eye, her reflection mimicking the motion, revealing a jagged scar across her right eye. Pinning her hair back with a clip, Ruby reached for the rag, wetting it and washing the sleep from her eyes. She dug the towel into her ears, cleaning them out before rinsing it and hanging it up. 

Ruby finished her morning routine, using the rest of the nearly empty thing of toothpaste, she stared at her reflection as she brushed her teeth. Her dead eye stared back at her as she brushed her teeth. Rinsing out her mouth, she grabbed her contact container and began the arduous task of inserting the green-colored contact. Blinking away the tears that formed, Ruby removed the clip that was keeping her hair back, noticing the black that peeked out from her shitty dye job. “I really need to clean that up.” She muttered as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Eh. I’ll do it later.” 

Ruby stretched her arms over her head as a yawn forced itself out of her mouth. She crossed her arms behind her head, hands gripping her elbows as she meandered into the apartment's shared living space. There, the rundown TV was displaying a cartoon that Ruby knew all too well. Somehow it was still airing even after all these years. “What have I said about TV before noon?” 

The only other person in the room, a young Faunas, looked up from where they sat on the couch. “It’s almost one, Crimson.”

Ruby furrowed her brows. “Shit? Really?” 

“Yup!” Saffron chirped, returning their attention to the T.V.

“Guess I overslept a little, huh?” Ruby reached up to rub the back of her neck. 

“Just a little…” Saffron’s shoulders bounced as they laughed. 

Ruby reached forward, ruffling their hair. “You think you’re funny, eh, bud?” 

Saffron looked up, a smirk pulling at their lips. “Lil’ bit.” 

“Come here, you lil’ shit.” Ruby dug her knuckles into the top of their skull, wrapping her arm lightly around their neck. 

“Crimson! Stop it!” Saffron laughed, pulling at her arm, leaning their head back against Ruby’s stomach. 

“Gonna teach you some goddamn manners!” Ruby laughed as she pinched their cheek, pulling it slightly. She let go giving their hair a final ruffle. “I swear, you’re so cheeky.” Saffron stuck their tongue out at Ruby. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

“But ya do.” Saffron sang and Ruby shoved their head as they pulled away. 

“I’m going to make some coffee.” Ruby scratched at her stomach, her shirt riding up as she plodded into the small kitchenette. “Do you want anything?” 

“I already ate.” 

“M’kay.” Ruby drawled as she grabbed a mug, blowing into it before pouring the rest of the coffee into it with an ungodly amount of sugar. Stirring the lukewarm coffee with her finger, she called over her shoulder. “Hey, Saff?"

Continued on Ao3

#RotP #Remnants of the Past #Ruby Rose #RWBY #Fanfiction #RWBY Fanfiction #RWBY AU #duckdoeswords #duck goes quack #writeblr

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2/1-3/5 NR, E, & M reading

Didn’t read much.

Finished

Explicit:

One Day We're Loving Each Other, by sami (3rd in a series, 2 chapters)

The wedding is lovely, the bride is very beautiful, and Jiang Yanli comes to live at the Unclean Realm.

Yours Before My Knowledge, by bu4mp (13 chapters)

Lan Zhan has resigned to his fate until a whiff saffron made the ends of his hair rise. Before he'd see the scent's person, he whispered a name he had almost forgotten, "Wei Ying?"

Or

LWJ reunites with his HS crush and awkwardly idles around his space.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

Why a notebook hidden under my brother's bed?, by lilpuffs3

Lan Xichen had always believed that his brother had a great life.

He was the second in command of connected and firm enterprise, and had a long and happy life ahead of him.

Of course, he knew that his brother did feel lonely, and tried again and again to introduce him to good people, but it seemed like Lan Wangji simply wasn't interested.

So, what was a highschool notebook, that clearly wasn't Wangji's, doing under his brother's bed?!

Aka, the one where Lan Zhan and Wei Ying go to the same highschool but loose contact when Wei Ying is disowned by the Jiangs. So, Lan Zhan keeps his notebook, and maybe also his feelings for him.

For you, I’d dive into the depths of hell, by lightsfillthesky

Wei Wuxian travels back in time with a vengeance.

The Kids Are Okay (I Think), by GossamerGlint

Wei Ying, in a twist of fate, finds himself on the streets once more, betrayed by cultivators

Meng Yao's mother dies early, betrayed by cultivators.

Xue Yang loses his finger with his optimism, betrayed by cultivators.

Yet none of them will be left alone, if this mysterious ghost with an equally hazy past has anything to say about it. And so what if these boys are her distant grandchildren? She'll adopt them all the same! Now... if only they wouldn't get into any trouble because of their inheritance...

Explicit:

Safely hidden in Gusu, by Aleaneah (locked to ao3 accounts only)

Lan Wangji had just finished his three years of seclusion.

However, that doesn't mean he had finished his mourning and grieving.

How could it be otherwise, when his heart is dead ?

Then...

One day, a friend(?) come to him, scheming behind his fan.

And his world regain a little of its colors.

The Space Between Us, by TempestFlame

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were once considered a doubles pair to watch as they rose through the ranks of tennis players in China. Though they were each skilled individually, together they were practically unstoppable. But things ended poorly between them, and they haven't seen each other once since the downfall of their partnership.

But when they meet again, two years later, their connection is still stronger than the distance that has grown between them, and they seize their second chance at standing together with everything they have.

Mature:

To Ride A Stygian Tiger, by Madyamisam

Wei Wuxian changes fate and is wounded while saving Jin Zixuan at the Qiongqi bridge and a great mystery starts to unravel revealing before those that know him. While trying to deal with his own increasing madness, seeing threats everywhere in past, present and future, he sets an impossible task to save everyone he ever cared about with his very life and soul.

Cutting Out a Different Path, by T98

Wei Wuxian wakes up with an old back pain and a lack of a familiar warmth by his side. He groans, moving his arm around the bed to feel for Lan Wangji. Except what he feels is not a bed. Startled, he gets up quickly to find himself on a familiar slab of rock in a very familiar cave. Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he takes a look around. His half-finished talismans are lying around on the floor and he can hear voices from outside

Second Summer, by Anonymous

“So, this is awkward,” says Wei Ying, with a little laugh. It sounds fake. “But I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

A year after the mysterious death of the Jin heir, Lan Wangji runs across the secret, long-lost, amnesiac love of his life while on a night-hunt.

Into the Oubliette, by Ruixx

Wei Wuxian never thought being a spouse could be a valid career path. Now married to to the mysterious, quiet Second Jade of Lan he has to learn to navigate through the notoriously strict Gusu Lan clan and make himself home. Unfortunately war looms on the horizon and his enigma of a husband doesn’t seem to have much of a plan other than screwing him senseless. He’s not complaining, really.

I Know How Those in Exile Feed on Dreams of Hope, by rabbit_habits, saltedpin

“What does it mean, that Wen Ruohan has all the Yin Iron?” Jiang Cheng asked, dragging himself up into a sitting position – her medicines must have worked quickly, because his ribs gave only a twinge when he moved.

Wen Qing settled down beside him, head bowed as she packed away her supplies, her shoulder brushing his arm when she moved. “It means that no one in the cultivation world can oppose him,” she whispered.

—

Canon divergence AU in which Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan are captured by the Wens after escaping from the Xuanwu's cave, before they can return to rescue Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

Summer Snow, by Forever_Marie

Jiang Cheng dies after Lotus Pier falls and the Jiang are no more. This leaves Wei Ying without family and a home, now and for after the war, forever shattered. He joins the Lan clan (at Wangji's insistence) to fight in the Sunshot campaign as Lan Wangji tries to fill in the cracks left behind.

The Strength in your Kindness, by SoullessCadmium

Jiang Yanli has the perfect life, the perfect husband, the perfect brother. There is truly no one as lucky as her in all of the cultivation world. Yet she can't help but mourn for the family she once had, the family she should have done more to protect. So, when she finds an array that can send a person back in time, is there really any other choice?

Or, the Jiang Yanli Time-Travel Fix-It

heaven is for me too high, by stiltonbasket

"I am forty-five years old, not twenty," Jiang Cheng says wearily. "Hanguang-jun, in my time, you had the whole jianghu at your feet, and the world you built with my shige was a beautiful thing to behold. That world was my home, and someday I will return to it—but until then, I will do what I can for you and my brother in this one. Will you join me?"

Lan Wangji stares at him, doubt resounding in every nerve of his body; and then, without speaking, he reaches up and grips Jiang Cheng's proffered hand.

"I am with you," he answers. "What must I do?"

Alternate, by Hanashi_o_suru

No one is actually sure what happened, or why it happened. No one died. No one made any whacked up array that backfired --to their knowledge--and no one wasn't necessarily in discontent for where they were in life...

So, why is it they're suddenly in the past to the day they had just got to the Cloud Recesses?

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

[dirt-foundd]

An Insensitive Dream

     He was cradling It in His arms, the way you would a large, heavy moving box.  Its big, dark body lay limp in his arms, resembling a trash bag more than a once living thing.

     "Please, don't throw it away!"  I pleaded up at his emotionless face.  It was very clear how much shorter than Him I was as I waved my hands in desperate discouraging motions.  He merely stood and watched me unmoving - save for maybe shifting His weight from one foot to the other - with an expression that stated clearly that He thought I might be going insane, waiting for me to finish lamenting Him in the doorway so He could carry It outside and continue on completing His task: disposing of of the lifeless It that lay limp in His arms.  "Please!"  I begged again,  "Please, please, please!"  I plead on the urge of tears, practically screaming.  My tone of voice made it sound as though I feared for My life.  I did.  Though, I did not know why.  I desperately clawed at His arm in a pathetic final attempt to make Him stop.  Anything...  Anything to stop this.

     I didn't understand why I was acting this way.  I still don't know why.  For, there was no way I could have foreseen the events that would unfold later that evening.

     Nothing I did made Him stop.  There was nothing I could do to stop this.  The only thing left for me to do was watch Them do it.

     I wished not to watch.  But before I knew it, I was out There with Them watching the end.

     It was over.  The deed was done.  It was gone.  I failed in stopping it.  Tears poured down my cheeks, but I was not sad.  A gentle rain had begun to sprinkle down on Us.  Strangely, We (or at least Me) stayed dry.

     She told me to go to my room.  I must clarify, She did not say it punishingly.  I obayed nonetheless, but with such velocity that I was sure I must have broken at least one rule.  My feet punished the ground as I rushed down the hall to My room.  Or at least, I assumed that's what happened.  I have yet to recall the journey to my destination, only the arrival.

     I opened the door to My room to reveal a chasm of darkness.  There It was.  Sitting on My bed.  Staring deep into the depths of My soul.  The coldness of Its gaze contrasted greatly with the unsettling, glowing redness of Its beady, circular "eyes".

     It was angry.  "Please,no!"  I whimpered.  I knew how badly It wanted to hurt Me - no - It wanted to kill Me.  "I begged Them not to do it!  I-  I screamed!"  I shrieked.  I sent out another pathetic set of begs and pleads, but it was to no avail.  It was not listening to Me.

     It moved towards Me in an unnatural way.  It did not move.  It merely changed Its position is space-time, tilting Its head ever so slightly in the most unsettling way imaginable.  It shifted twice more.  I merely stood still, paralyzed with fear.  I trembled as I desperately tried to sputter out a few more pathetic begs for mercy. I cried hopelessly, causing me to tremble while I waited for My inevitable peril.

Darkness.

     My eyes opened in an instant.  I was laying on my bed, nestled beneath my understandably scattered blankets.  It's glowing eyes flashed in my mind again and again.  A set of three stagnant - but far from lifeless - images of It haunted my thoughts.  The way it came towards me, like teleporting only much more terrifying.  The visible part of it being the lighter - the bit I could see - took the shape of a small, catlike creature.  It was very difficult to make out in the dim lighting it was so fond of dwelling in.  The other part took on the darkness, it was impossible to see, but if it was there, you knew it.  Its presence was looking and overpowering.  It resembled a shadow, but still somehow had mass regardless.  It had filled most of the dark, empty space of my room.

     Thoughts of the events I had witnessed raced through my mind.  My core filled with dread as I laid there, frozen in fear.  I glanced over to my bedroom door, which was closed.  I wanted so badly to go to my parents for comfort, but I was too afraid to move.  What if It came back?  What if it tried to hurt me?  What if it tried to kill me?  What if it succeeded?

     I laid there in my bed, trembling with fear, unable to move or sleep or even blink.  All I could do was breathe.  So I laid there and awaited something more powerful than my fear arrived to rescue me.

      Be it my own exhaustion dragging me back into another nightmare-filled slumber,  or the warm light of the morning sun spreading into my room to draw me into another day.

Word count: 843

#horror fiction #original horror #at least i think it's horror #story based on a dream #one time i dreamt #original fiction #short story #light reading #original short story #horror oneshot #psychological horror #psychological #original oneshot #writer #non binary writer #queer writer #queer writers #non binary writers #yes im using my own identity for clout #I think I deserve it

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【 prologue: a servant of one..? 】

author's note: welcome to the prologue of this little series that i'll be slowly working on ! it's got banter, it's got my favorite tropes, aND it's got leona kingscholar ? my kind of fic to write. purely self indulgent bc i love to think about leona shirking going home to sunset savanna and just staying with yuu at nrc. so yeah.

word count: 3.5k (the prologue's smol)

tags: crowley-typical tasks (yes, the impossible kind), slight yuu character study, savanaclaw shenanigans, leona takes a page out of octo-punk's book, when you (yuu) get frustrated bc someone (leona) is so handsome, yuu regrets (almost) everything. (very minor book 4 spoilers that you won't notice unless you've played it)

[ baby it's cold outside! series | read it on ao3 ]

The students around NRC were buzzing with excitement for winter break. There were many impatient stares being aimed toward the Dark Mirror; the very thing that would be taking them all home the next day. And it was understandable. Not having classes and seeing your family again after a bunch of months was probably a great feeling. One that...Yuu wasn't able to have.

It's not like they aren't grateful for Crowley, but his efforts haven't gotten them anywhere just yet. If anything his little tasks had gotten them caught in the middle of overblot incidents with three of the seven dorms in NRC, which, in hindsight, wasn’t a great track record to have.

That, coupled with the fact that their memories with their friends and family were...somehow blurry and unclear, made them feel that much worse about it all. It was a thing they hadn't talked about with anyone yet. That though most of their memories were crystal clear, Yuu couldn't remember anything about the personal connections they held with the others in their world. Whether they had siblings, or if they had parents at all... It just made them that much more curious about their homeworld and made them feel that much more alone.

If there was one thing that Yuu was glad that didn’t change was that Crowley once again appeared uninvited whilst they were on a short walk with Grim, scaring the crap out of them both. Crowley's appearances were always a hit or miss for Yuu. Either they were here for some good news or none at all. And from the shit-eating grin on Crowley's face, Yuu wasn't feeling too good about it.

"Prefect, Grim-kun," Crowley said solemnly. "With our exams finished, winter break season is upon us. You will be staying at the College, correct?"

"It's not like I have anywhere to go," Yuu said, glancing over at Grim. "You?"

"The Great Grim will stay here to accompany you, henchman," Grim puffed out his chest. "I don't want you to be lonely, y’know." Whether or not Grim meant it sincerely or he had nowhere to go, it still made Yuu feel that much warmer.

"Then would you like to take on some tasks in the meanwhile?" Crowley spread his hands. "I'm willing to give you extra credit, for I am gracious!"

Yuu raised a hand, "I'm not failing though. Grim is."

"F-funyah, you don't have to say it out loud..."

Crowley blinked, "But, Yuu-kun. Grim is also your responsibility. You are both enrolled as one student, so if one is failing so is the other."

"If you wanted me to do you a favor, then just ask like a normal person," Yuu sighed. “No need to do all this roundabout threatening.”

They were all too used to Crowley's ways. More often than not he never meant any of his so-called threats. It was just his own weird way of justifying the favors he needed. Plus, in the end, Yuu would always receive something in return. They just didn’t know what yet.

"Ahem, then I shall not stall," Crowley cleared his throat. "For as long as I can remember, fairy-like creatures have controlled the fire that keeps our school warm. However, the ghost that usually does this task will be out for the winter, so you guys shall take on the mantle of this oh-so-important task. For if you do not, then our school will grow cold and the fairies will leave.”

"Grrr…” Grim grumbled. “The Great Grim once again doing tasks for other lowly humans and ghosts.”

Crowley pulled out a stack of papers, "And the second task–"

"You're giving us winter homework?" Yuu asked incredulously, snatching the papers from Crowley’s hands. Grim watched over their shoulder as they fingered through the many sheaves of paper. There were five whole packets of magic history questions, each on a different period of history. Not to mention all the formula practice and the potion recipes for applied alchemy.

"This is why you should listen to people's explanations all the way through first," Crowley placed a hand on Yuu's shoulder. "You are familiar with Kingscholar-kun right?"

Oh no. Yuu did not like where this was going.

And Crowley seemed to notice, quickly explaining before they could get out a protest, "You and Grim need to have him complete eighty percent of this homework. The least can be lowered to sixty if he's being really stubborn since we are compassionate educators."

"What makes you think I can make him do his homework?" Yuu tapped at the papers impatiently. "He's stubborn. He wouldn't suddenly start doing homework just because I was asking him to."

"Well, quite frankly you are our only hope, dear beast tamer," Crowley sighed dramatically and here we go, Crowley had started acting. Yuu knew they were in for a show. "Kingscholar-kun is a brilliant mage, with magic powerful enough that, if trained, he could become one of the best mages in Twisted Wonderland.

"Despite his aptitude, he doesn't attend any of his classes," Crowley pulled a frown that almost looked genuinely dismayed if Yuu didn’t know any better. "And that just won't do, no matter how well he does on his exams. This winter work is the compromise that the teachers and I have landed on upon lots of deliberation. I decided to give him a way out of those absences, for I am benevolent, am I not?"

Yuu just sighed, "And if I don't get him to do the sixty percent?"

"Hmm... Then we'll take away the heating and cooling funds from Ramshackle?" Crowley said innocently. As if they wouldn't freeze to death with how windy and snowy Sage Island was getting. And Yuu didn't even want to think about the summer. At this point, Crowley’s threats seemed almost empty, though Yuu wasn’t taking any chances.

"F-funyah, our lives are in your hands, y’know," Grim's paw patted at their leg.

"Great. I'll get to work right away since break starts tomorrow," Yuu snatched up the papers. "Anything else, benevolent headmage?"

"That is all," Crowley looked pleased with himself. "I look forward to the results of your progress. Oh, and I'll make sure to bring you back a souvenir for your hard work." Yuu waved a hand at him as he disappeared into thin air. That stupid, stupid bird and his almost-impossible tasks...

"I'm going to go to Savanaclaw and talk to Leona," Yuu felt drained already as they stroked at Grim's ears. "You go scope out where they keep the wood for the fireplace, okay?"

Grim didn't look all too happy at that, "Will you be alright with that...that lazy lion? What if he tries to kill you again?"

"Well... If I don't return then call Jack...?" Yuu shrugged. "The worst that can happen is I lose a limb."

"T-that's not something you should be saying casually, y’know..." And with that final vote of confidence, they set off to Savanaclaw. It was as hot as ever there, with no trace of the thick snowfall happening back at the main campus.

"Yuu!" The voice made them turn. It was Jack, jogging up to them from the spelldrive stadium. "What are you doing here?"

They waved the stack of papers they had in their hands, "Special delivery for one Leona Kingscholar from the Headmage."

"What the- Is that all winter homework?" Jack's ears twitched slightly. "That's a lot."

"It's make-up work for all the classes he skipped," Yuu glanced up curiously at the wolf. "Are you going home for the break?"

"Yeah," Jack's tail started swishing behind him. "I'm gonna go hit the slopes. It's been a while so I'm excited. What about you? Not that I'm interested in what you're doing during the break, but-"

"Yeah, yeah," Yuu was all but used to Jack's push and pull personality by now, and they found it quite amusing at times. "I'll be staying here. Crowley's got nothing yet, so it's not like I can go home."

"Hmm," Jack's expression turned contemplative. "If you tell me in advance next time, maybe my parents wouldn't mind having another person over. I could even teach you how to snowboard. It's not all that difficult." With the sparkle in the tall beastman's eyes and the little wag his tail was doing, Yuu felt something giddy in their chest.

Yuu smiled, genuine and soft, "Thanks for the offer, Jack. I'll take you up on it next time. I think they're waiting for you so..." They didn’t miss the way Jack's tail wagged harder before he turned around.

"See you next year, Yuu," Jack said, jogging back to the field. No doubt he was squeezing in a few more Spelldrive skirmishes before the day was over. Tomorrow they would be leaving for the mirror at around noon after all.

So Yuu continued their trek up to Leona's room. But no trip to Savanaclaw was complete without running into a certain hyena. Ruggie's face lit up as he saw them, slipping past the other students to get closer.

"Hey, hey, what brings the illustrious Yuu-kun over to these parts?" Ruggie's grin was sly as he made a show of looking around. "Are ya lookin' for someone? You got some food for a poor, hungry hyena?"

"Well, senpai-" A few students interrupted their talking, squeezing them against Ruggie. And Ruggie's hand barely brushed their side, but Yuu knew that he had already taken something. It was typical Ruggie behavior to take anything in their pockets anytime they met. He would always give it back, but Yuu learned to not place anything important there anytime the hyena was around. Just in case he was feeling particularly teasing and kept it from them too long.

"Woah! Is this that limited edition donut snack?" Ruggie's eyes glinted with hunger. "I thought Sam's was sold out of these."

"I got a bunch for Grim before they sold out and pocketed one just in case," Yuu shrugged. "I'm sure he won't mind one missing."

"Sounds like you’re after my own heart, shishishi~ Are you tryna date me, Prefect?" Ruggie tore open the snack to take a big bite. "Cuz I'd say yes. ‘Specially if you'd give me more snacks."

"Sorry, I'm too busy to be your sugar parent," Yuu ruffled his ears a little, ducking out of the way when Ruggie tried to nip their hand. "And too broke. Talk to you later, Ruggie."

"Leona-san's in his room by the way," The hyena called out. And huh, did Yuu ever tell him what they were here for? It really did surprise them whenever Ruggie became just a little too observant.

Making their way to the biggest and most luxurious room in all of Savanaclaw wasn't that difficult. The room's location was practically ingrained into their mind, especially after all the Azul business when they had shared a room with the lion for three days.

They opened the door as loud as they could, watching the lump by the name of Leona on the bed, who, unsurprisingly, didn't budge. Yuu sighed, placing the papers down before drawing the blinds, "Leo~na. Wake up already, I gotta tell you something important."

"Hmrph, five more minutes, Ruggie," The Housewarden mumbled right into his pillow. Oh, Yuu was not getting paid enough— or at all— for this…

They padded over, sitting on the bed, "Do I look like Ruggie to you?" Yuu reached a hand towards the sleeping lion, praying that he won't bite off their arm right away. Was this a bad idea? Maybe, but they needed him up, and they needed it to happen now. So they inched their hand closer and...oh so carefully stroked at one of his ears.

The reaction was instantaneous. Their hand was grabbed and they found themself with a mouthful of Leona's pillow in a blink of an eye. The lion was growling as he pinned them down from above. It was actually…getting kind of hard to breathe. But at least their arm was intact..? That was a plus.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room, herbivore?" His voice was hoarse with sleep but he sounded angry just the same.

Yuu tilted their head as best they could to the table, "Special delivery for Kingscholar-kun. With love from all our professors. I've been tasked to see to it that you actually do it."

The grip on their arm loosened a minuscule, "What's in it for you?"

"Not getting the heating or cooling bill rescinded by Crowley?" Leona's grumbling was too low for them to catch, but they swore they heard the words "stupid crow" and "ugh, extra work" before he finally let them go.

They breathed a sigh of relief, turning around only to be met with a head butt to the chin, "Oof- Uh, Leona...?"

"You disturbed my nap," Leona mumbled, face pressed against their shoulder. "You owe me sleep. So shut up and maybe I'll do that work." And Yuu just nodded, praying that they would be able to wake him next time. (It definitely wasn't because they could feel the stress melting off their shoulders just lying down in Leona's ultra soft and ultra warm bed, nope, definitely not.)

After making sure the lion was fully asleep, they ran a hand through his hair, gently detangling it. It wouldn't be any good if they fell asleep, so they put themself to work. And also it was…really nice how Leona’s throat rumbled a bit at the light petting. It wasn’t anything close to purring, but it still felt just as satisfying.

There was a stretch of silence before the door opened. Ruggie waltzed in before laughing at the sight of them, "Whatcha doing, Prefect? Hair grooming duty?"

"Senpai, could you...get me something to eat?" Yuu watched as he went over to filch Leona's wallet. The lion must let it happen on purpose now, leaving his wallet in the open like that. "I think I'm gonna be here all day at this rate."

"Cuz you're such a good kouhai that gave me that super tasty 'n super rare donut, Imma get you something," A sly look crossed the hyena's face. "Leona-san's treat, of course~"

Ruggie didn't take long to return with two sandwiches, a deluxe one for the prince and a normal kind for them. The Prefect noted that Ruggie returned the wallet to where it was at with precision before dancing out of the room with a bag of snacks in hand.

Okay so, the sun was almost set now. It had been more than thirty minutes, right? So they tried shaking Leona awake as best they could. And after shaking till their arms were aching, Leona finally stirred.

He pressed his face against their neck before he spoke, "What're you here to do again?"

Yuu, half-anxious he would bite their neck, tilted their head away from the lion, "I'm here to get you to do that makeup work. If you do all that, they'll forgive you for skipping class, so...just two hours a day?"

Leona snorted, before finally pulling away, "Why would I waste two hours that I could sleep away?"

"Please?" They tried. But by the expression on Leona's irritatingly handsome face a simple "please" wasn't going to sway him.

"Not a chance, herbivore," Leona smirked arrogantly, head propped up by a hand. "You gotta offer me something in return."

Something Leona wanted? That wasn't something they ever thought about. And yet they couldn't think about anything in their power that Leona would even want. His heavy stare wasn't really helping them with figuring all this out.

Wait. But...oh... That sounded like a horrible, terrible idea. But it would at least save them from freezing their butt off or getting a heat stroke if Crowley really went through with his threats.

"How about this?" They try to sit up, only to be tugged down by Leona. "Okay, okay, just listen."

"Hurry it up before I fall asleep." He yawned right after as if to emphasize his point. This insufferable bastard.

"You do work two hours a day. We can split it up, thirty minutes with naps and breaks in between," And Yuu took a breath. "And if you do that, you...get to have me as your servant for the rest of winter break.

Leona's ears twitched, "Why would I want that? I have Ruggie."

"Not an errand boy, a servant," Yuu huffed. "And besides, Ruggie's going home for the winter. You won't have to pay me. Whatever you say goes, since I'll be your faithful servant." Okay, Yuu was already regretting that “faithful” part, seeing the amusement in Leona's emerald eyes and the way his tail was whipping up a storm in interest.

"You mean I get to order you around for the rest of the holidays if I do some measly work?" Leona barked out a laugh. "Even that octo-punk would know what a deal this is.”

"Don’t make me regret this," Yuu sighed, a headache already forming. "It’s only for the break, alright?”

Leona grinned, though it was more a predator baring its teeth than a smile, "It's a pleasure having a new servant. No backing out now, herbivore."

And Great Seven, what did Yuu walk into?

There was something in Leona's eyes that told them it wouldn't be as simple as waiting on Leona hand-and-foot. There was something else. But Yuu couldn't exactly figure it out. Not when Leona was already settling down to do one of the many packets that Trein had so carefully put together with the smuggest expression still on his face.

"I'll do one paper today as advance payment," Leona’s piercing eyes gazed at them before his lips quirked. "Don't bother thinking I'll do the rest if I'm not satisfied with your service."

Yuu sat up immediately, "I shall do everything you ask, Leona-sama."

Leona's tail stopped moving, "That's creepy... Stop it."

"So you don't like Leona-sama? Then what about your highness."

He growled, "Don’t say that ever again."

"Uh, then. Mas...ter?" Yuu made eye contact with him before awkwardly looking away and coughing. "...Never mind, I'll just stick with Leona."

"You better, or else I'll turn this to dust right now," The beastman grouched, spinning a pencil in his hand.

With that cheerful comment, they watched Leona do his work whilst sitting on his bed. Occasionally Leona would flick his tail at them for staring too hard. They couldn't help it. Leona made a handsome figure when he was focused, something they rarely saw outside of during his Spelldrive matches. It was harder not to stare. But it didn’t take long for Leona to finish doing one of the dense packets that Trein had put together, which, again, had Yuu feeling envious. Times like this really showed how smart he really was when he tried.

"Oi herbivore," Leona called as they were leaving. "I want you here bright and early at six. Don't slack off on your first day."

"Yeah, yeah," Yuu waved him off. "Just make sure you're awake to actually greet me."

[ omake : a devious lion's plans ]

As soon as the herbivore left, Leona pulled out his phone. Although he hated calling people, he pressed on the dreaded number anyway. "Yeah, it's me," Leona sighed deeply.

“Leona! I take it you’ll be coming home?” He winced at the sheer volume of Falena’s voice. “Or have you accepted my offer?” The offer was that Cheka would stay at NRC instead of him coming back home for the winter. With the herbivore’s deal, it was easy to see which side he would take.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take the brat,” He swore he heard his brother cheering over the line. “But only for a week. One week, no more than that.”

“No more than that,” He promised. “Oh, Cheka’s going to be so excite-”

“That means we're good right?” Leona interrupted, his ears already getting irritated from listening to Falena’s voice.

“More than good! I’m glad you’re doing this, we really appreciate it.”

And Leona wasn't exactly sure how to reply to that.

“Make sure he comes tomorrow at six,” the words rushed out, an attempt to fill in the silence.

“Bright and early as we like it,” Falena said. “We’ll send over his attendants with his stuff and after that, they’ll leave. Goodnight, little brother!”

“...Yeah, night," He dismissed the bitterness under his tongue, tossing his phone over to the couch.

He let a smirk curl onto his face when he went to lie down. This had to be the satisfaction someone felt when they killed two birds with one stone. It would be amusing to see how that herbivore would deal with the brat’s constant energy. And hey, he wasn’t abusing his authority over the herbivore, he was simply using the opportunity that walked up to him on their own two legs to have a peaceful time this winter break. All’s well that ends well. To Leona, tomorrow couldn’t come any quicker.

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Failure - Weasley Family x Weasley!Reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧I solemnly swear that I am up to no good✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

'Ello everyone! Once again it's been ages since I posted a story. I promise I am writing!!! I'm just... writing veeeeeerrrrrrryyyy slowly... But hey, what can one do?

Tbh, I'm not too sure about this one, but I have been working on it for weeks now, so I'm just gonna post it and hope someone likes it. I have some other fics coming up (hopefully) soon - and mainly HP actually! I started writing for Percy Jackson, Team Flash, Spider-Man and a few other characters, but I'm in such a Harry Potter mood at the moment (thanks to the 20th-anniversary reunion)... Ahhhh... I don't know! Anyways, I'll get back to writing for someone and let you all enjoy this sad thing for now! See yah!

Note: As always I'm finishing this late at night meaning I will probably have to reread this one more time and check for potential errors, but it's late, so I'm just going to trust Grammarly and post it for now! Enjoy

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)

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Word count: ≈ 3,1k

Warnings: Mild swearing, death eaters, cruciatus curse (not very descriptive), angst, feeling anxious

Enjoy! :)

Read as xOC instead of character insert

~~~Failure - Weasley Family x Weasley!Sister~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m serious, dad, there’s nothing to worry about - the plan is fool-proof!”

(y/n) rushed furiously up the stairs of her childhood home with her backpack in her right hand. She had been trying to get everything packed for half an hour, desperately wanting to be 100% ready once her mother would wake up, as it would be next to impossible to prepare for her next job with Mrs Weasley around. (y/n) had however not expected her dad to be too much of a problem - it was usually him who would convince his wife not to worry about the kids every time they left the house - but clearly, the task she had been assigned meant taking a risk so big that even Arthur was hesitant about letting his daughter go.

“I know it sounds that way, sweetie, but this job is not like anything you’ve ever done before, it’s… It’s… It’s different, an-”

It felt both weird and oddly familiar at the same time. She had moved to her own flat a few years earlier and had gotten used to not having overprotective brothers and parents trying to prevent her from going on dangerous missions. Originally, she hadn’t planned to go back ‘home’ until after this job, but her mother had started driving her younger siblings mad, causing them to send a letter asking their older sister to PLEASE come home and help prepare for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It had been a long time since (y/n) last had to handle this situation, but her father seemed to have no problem picking up where they left off.

“How, dad?” She turned around and violently pulled a hand through her red hair, desperately trying to keep her voice down. “Apprehending people who turned to the dark arts is literally my job, at least this time we know what to expect! We just have to transport the death eaters from point A to point B as smoothly as possible, and even if they should try to break free, there’ll be four of them, and twelve of us - surely three aurors could take down one wandless death eater?”

Arthur remained quiet for a few seconds, causing his daughter to put her backpack on the floor, walk a few steps back down the stairs, and pull him in for a hug.

“Look, Dad, I know it’s not without risk, but… I’ve got to go. I don’t think the question any longer is if you-know-who is gonna take control of the ministry, but when, and once that time comes we have to be prepared for anything. The best we can do is make sure the most dangerous people are in a secure place, and well guarded. As much as I hate it, Azkaban is the safest bet, otherwise, they’ll all be back out on the streets, and everything we have worked for these past two years will have been for nothing. We’ll just have to hope that the dementors won’t switch sides. I’m sorry... I love you.”

It wasn’t only a long hug, but a long-awaited one as well.

“I love you too, darling, which is why I don’t want you to do this. I understand your reasoning but…”

“Dad? (y/n/n)? You’re home already?”

(y/n) looked over her dad’s shoulder and immediately walked into the arms of the person who had called her name - her older brother.

“Bill…”

He hugged his sister tightly and put his right hand comfortingly on the back of her head. She was shaking slightly, but Bill pulled her in even closer and put his head on top of hers. This was why (y/n) always tried to prepare, pack and leave quickly every time she was assigned a mission - that way she left no room for any nerves and could focus on the task at hand without getting too scared or anxious. Don’t get it wrong, she loved protecting others and knew it was an important job, but overthinking things just made her realize how much she had to lose. Being around her extremely caring family made that even worse.

“Shhh… (y/n), breathe, easy, you’re fine.”

“Yeah, I know, I know… It’s just, I don’t like thinking too much about it. I’m good, though, and I’ve missed you.”

“I know… ‘n I’ve missed you too. Hey, not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you home? And awake?”

“Mum needed some help with the wedding preparations, and…”

Bill moved his gaze from his sister to his father, silently asking for a response.

“Your sister is leaving for work.”, said Arthur slowly. “It’s just not an easy decision. It’s not-”

“-It’s not safe.”. (y/n)'s gaze wandered nervously around the living room - her parents’ house still being one of the few places where she felt properly at home. She smiled slightly when she noticed a brown plush rabbit sitting on a shelf. It was her favourite toy when she was younger and had been her father’s before her. “Heck, it’s really, really dangerous, but it has to be done. I don’t have a choice, and as much as I would love to stay here with you, the longer I do the harder it becomes to leave.” She sighed. “But I have to go. Bill, will you please tell mum I’m sorry when she wakes?”

Bill looked at his sister, not really wanting to let her go, but understanding exactly how she felt. “Of course.” He grabbed the backpack and handed it to her before placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Stay safe, okay? Promise us that!”

“Bill-”

“(y/n/n)!”

“Stop it! You know I can’t promise something like that. I swear I’ll do my best, though.”

“Good. Then go, I’ll see you next week?”

(y/n) smiled. “Yeah, around lunchtime on Wednesday. Bye, Bill. Bye, dad.”

Arthur looked out the window and sighed sadly as his daughter disapparated. “I remember when I feared for her life because she kept climbing the big apple tree… Now I almost wish she was there, hanging on to one of the top branches, swinging back and forth.” He closed his eyes and leant against the wall behind him. “At least then I could see her. Make sure she didn’t fall.”

“I know, dad. But she’s not a kid anymore.”

“She’ll always be my kid.”

“She’ll always be short.”

“Bill!”

“Jokin’! C’mon, dad, let’s go have a cup of tea, yeh?”

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‘The plan is fool-proof!’ (y/n) coughed slightly and regretted her words as she was hit with yet another curse. The plan had been fool-proof… apart from the fact that someone at the ministry clearly had leaked information to the death eaters. The mission had relied on secrecy. It had been planned in secret and only the 12 aurors and a few ministry officials had known the details. Despite that, around 30 death eaters attacked as soon as the transport had left the city, and due to their numbers, the aurors barely stood a chance.

“Jackson, we need to get out of here as soon as possible! There’s no way we’ll be able to fight them all off.”

“You’re probably right, Weasley.”, he shouted while sending a death eater flying off his broom. “But how did this happen? We were so careful!?”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” (y/n) swiftly flew out of the way as a flash of green light almost touched her side. “But that doesn’t really matter right now. Wilson’s wounded, can you help him.”

“Sure.”

“And then get out before anyone’s killed.”

He frowned and nodded towards her. “You too.”

“Yeah, course. I’m just gonna try to take Dolohov down. I really don’t want him out and about again.”

The auror seemed to doubt his college’s decision for a second but was familiar with her family’s history with that particular death eater. “Fine, but be careful! I mean it, (y/n/n).” He looked straight into her eyes. “Don’t take any unnecessary risks!”

“Oh, you know me, Jacky. Careful planning, no risktaking.”

“Good. See you in the office tomorrow, then. Good luck.”

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(y/n) battled her way through a few death eaters and eventually found herself sneaking up on Dolohov.

“Expelliarmus.”

He turned around in surprise as his wand flew out of his hand.

“Incarcerus.”

Thick ropes bound the death eater, effectively preventing him from escaping. However, (y/n) was so focused on arresting the man who murdered two of her uncles that she completely missed someone approaching her from behind.

“Crucio”

She fell and dropped her wand as intense pain spread through her body. It was pain beyond anything she could ever have imagined. She unwillingly let out a scream as the pain intensified before suddenly lessening. Despite coughing and struggling, she tried to get back up on her feet but fell yet again as the same kind of agony, only a hundred times worse forced her to focus solely on not passing out.

“Well, well, well… We counted on a few random aurors to stand in our way, but who knew we’d stumble upon a blood traitor as well, huh?” The death eater, Augustus Rockwood, leant forward and spat on the ground, right by her face where she lay twitching in the mud. “How does it feel down there, Weasley? Feel at home?” He pulled (y/n) to her knees and Dolohov, who had managed to untangle himself from the rope, walked up to her and grabbed her face roughly. “Striking resemblance”, he whispered before letting her fall again. She fought to get up but failed due to the horrendous curse still causing her pain. Her eyes slowly closed as she passed out on the cold, hard ground.

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“Good morning, dears.”, said Molly, cheerfully entering the kitchen after having forced everybody to get up at first light. She had been under extreme stress lately but seemed to be in a much better mood today and the rest of the family knew why - (y/n) was coming home. Sure, that didn’t take away from the fact that the upcoming wedding meant a lot of hard work and careful planning, but having her oldest daughter home would at least help ease Mrs Weasley’s worry. “She’s not back yet, is she?”

“No, mum”, yawned Fred. “but-”

“She said she wouldn’t be back before lunch.”, finished George tiredly.

Their mother didn’t answer, but muttered something incoherent and went to prepare breakfast.

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Hours passed as the family worked to get everything ready, both for the wedding and for Harry’s birthday. Molly was so busy with preparations that she completely lost track of time, however, Fred & George started sharing worried glances around 10 am. Bill eventually noticed and had, a few hours later, become way too curious.

“Why do you two keep looking at the clock every other minute?”, he asked. “She said ‘lunch-time’, that could mean another 2-3 hours? Besides, it’s not like you to worry?”

“Well…it’s just…”

“Whenever (y/n/n) lets mum know when she thinks she’ll come home, she usually adds a few hours, sometimes an entire day.”

“That way, when she ends up being slightly late, mum doesn’t immediately lose it…”

“To be honest, we were kind of expecting her in time for breakfast, definitely before noon.”

Bill pulled his hand through his long hair (which he had not allowed his mother and her scissors to come close to) and glanced quickly out the window before looking back at his younger brothers. “Well, there’s not much we can do at the moment, is there? She’s smart and strong. Besides, it’s best not to get worried too easily, it’s probably just that dim-witted head of the department forcing her to work overtime.”

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(y/n) groaned loudly as she slowly pushed herself up. She felt dizzy, her entire body hurt and she had no idea where she was. Actually, scratch that last bit. Looking around, she realized she was in a field of some sort and could see burned parts of the now broken carriage they had used to transport the prisoners. Her hair was dripping wet due to the heavy rain and she was freezing. (y/n) struggled to stand and tried to determine roughly where they could have been when they were attacked. She knew that they had travelled northeast from London, towards Norwich, and that they probably hadn’t made it much further than Chelmsford. Her exact location didn’t really matter, though. It’s not like she could walk from London to Ottery St. Catchpole. That would take like two, maybe three, weeks in her current state - and that’s if she made it at all. No, she’d have to apparate, just not the entire distance in one go.

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“Bill, dear”, said Molly worriedly. “When did your sister say she’d be back from work?”

“I- I’m not sure”, Bill stuttered, as he sped down the stairs. “Around… dinnertime, I think?”

“What?”, asked Ron. “You said she said lunchtime!?”

Bill threw his head back and sighed as Fred kicked his younger brother under the table.

“Oh”, mumbled Ron, finally understanding. “Yeah, Bill’s right. She definitely said the evening.”

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But, dinnertime came and passed. Still no (y/n). When she still hadn't made it home a few days later, the Weasleys were forced to simply accept that something more serious had happened and just try to keep their hopes up. Molly, naturally, refused. Arthur had, while at work, done his very best to contact the other aurors that had been working that night, but unfortunately remained unsuccessful due to the now tense and strained situation at the ministry. Fleur had suggested delaying the wedding, but Bill insisted, claiming that this gave them even more of a reason to do it while they still had the chance. He could, however, barely stand the thought of not having one of his sisters there; it was difficult enough that Percy refused to come…

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She didn’t know how much time had passed, maybe a week, but eventually found herself slowly approaching her childhood home. After taking a few heavy steps, she stumbled slightly and would have tripped if not for two strong arms firmly grabbing her shoulders to keep her standing. She should probably be scared but somehow knew not to fight them.

“(y/n/n)!? Bloody hell, what in Merlin’s name happened to you?”

“Charlie?”, she gasped and grabbed her older brother’s coat as her legs suddenly gave out. “Is it really you?”

“Yeh, of course, it’s me.”, he put his sister’s arm over his shoulders. “(y/n/n), I literally just came home, where have you been? What happened? Who did this to you?”

“Work, attacked, Rockwood”

He looked her up and down with a pained expression on his face. “Okay, come on - let’s get indoors.”

They walked slowly, Charlie carefully making sure that (y/n) didn’t fall and simultaneously pepping her with questions. “How long have you been away? When were you supposed to get back to mum and dad’s?”

“Ehhh… I-I don’t know… A couple of days ago, maybe? It’s all kind of hazy right now, to be honest.”

“Holy Merlin… But wha-”

“Charlie, sorry”, she coughed slightly, “but would you mind if we wait? Mum and dad are going to want to hear everything and I don’t wanna have to relive it more times than needed…”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

He knocked carefully on the door, and it was only a matter of seconds before Arthur slowly opened it. He had his wand in a tight grip and was about to have Charlie confirm his identity when he noticed the state of the person standing next to his son. Their father’s eyes widened in shock and he looked absolutely horrified.

“Molly! Bill!!”

(y/n) hadn’t heard such fear in her father’s voice since Ginny had been taken into the chamber of secrets four years earlier. He swallowed deeply. “Come in, quickly.”

Charlie put his sister on the sofa just as their mother, older brother and the twins came running down the stairs. They all grinned happily when they saw Charlie, but the smiles faded almost instantly.

“(y/n/n)?” George effortlessly jumped over an old armchair and kneeled by the couch. “Are you okay?” He removed some blood from her face using the sleeve of his jumper.

She smiled and nodded weakly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t” *cough* “don’t worry. What happened to your ear?”.

Bill and Charlie embraced each other quickly while Molly joined George on the floor. The two oldest brothers both glanced at their sister. She lay so incredibly still; completely motionless save for her steady breathing. Just as those thoughts crossed his mind, Charlie noticed something and was about to point it out when Bill beat him to it.

The oldest brother had walked over to join his family by the sofa and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “(y/n/n)? You’re twitching.”

“I know.” She sighed deeply. “It’ll pass, though.

He looked deep into her eyes and fought to keep eye contact when he whispered, “was it-”

“Yes”, she answered honestly. “But, Bill, I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s okay. Besides, it was way worse a few days ago… Speaking of which, what day is it?”

“Wednesday”, said Molly bitterly, obviously understanding the meaning of the words just exchanged between her oldest son and daughter, but deciding not to push it further. “10 days. 10 days, (y/n/n). Not a word?”

“I’m sorry, mum. Truly.” She then explained everything, from the detailed plan to the overwhelming defeat. “Imagine if we had taken them down instead?” She put her head in her hands and sighed sadly. “Imagine how many people will die now, because we let them all go.”

“Sweetie”, sighed Arthur, taking her hands in his. ”You didn’t ‘let them go’. You did everything you could.”

She closed her eyes sadly. “Not enough, dad.”

“(y/n/n)”, said Bill seriously. “You can’t think like that. We’re at war, we can’t go in expecting to keep everybody safe. There will be casualties. Some of the death eaters didn’t make it either. Think instead of all the people who will survive the war now thanks to you.”

“Bill, I know for a fact that Rockwood and Dolohov got away. We’re all…”, she glanced carefully at her mother. “All aware that they won’t hesitate to kill. A-”

“It’s not like they’re invincible now?”, Fred interrupted. “(y/n/n), you’ll get another chance. Just rest now, please. You’ll be back in the field in no time, and it’ll be like this never happened.”

“Sure, bu-”

“No!”, said Molly with a firm tone. “No buts! Fred is right, you need to rest, dear.” She kissed her daughter on her forehead and left the room. The others took that as a sign and left the room with a quick ‘sleep tight’ or ‘g’night’.

(y/n) Weasley tried to listen to her family and put this minor setback behind her. She managed it for a while. At least until that fateful day of the final battle between good and bad. The day when the consequences of her failure became clear. The day her younger brother lost his life because of her.

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LOST IN TRANSLATION

Summary: When Peter Parker asks for your translation services he didn't expect to find love again.

Warnings: NWH SPOILERS, fluff.

Word count: 6,8K

Chinese translation by @1kafenova : https://fakenova.lofter.com/post/1cec36b5_2b456d4c3

A/N: Happy new year! I hope you guys had a great time and that you like my little present for the new year. Feedback is highly appreciated!

You've always been bad at maths, let alone science in general, it just wasn't appealing to you. But languages, literature, history, art, philosophy... You saw beauty in everything that implied humanities, that needed of interpretation, that wasn't exact, that could be moulded by the hands of a simple human or by a community of speakers. Maybe that was the reason why something as exact as maths was so difficult to understand for you.

Not only that, but you were unable to get why someone would choose science on their own will. That was Peter Parker, a man you had shared a couple of common subjects at high school when you were still teenagers. Such an intelligent and humble man, always with his camera in hand, a book of chemistry under his arm. And let's not forget, handsome. For some reason, your friends would repeat over and over again what a bad taste in men you had, how Peter wasn't part of the beauty canons. For you he was, not only that, but his quirky mannerisms and his awkwardness made him even more attractive, especially when he thought no one was looking at him and rode his skate with expertise.

That same little crush you had back then was coming back to you when he sat at the chair in front of your desk, doe brown eyes smiling with recognition when he gazed at you for the first time in years. He looked different, of course his physical appearance had turned to a manly one, a sharper jaw, rougher expression, a cute stubble, wider shoulders, the noticeable veins in his hands... His eyes. You could see it. Last time you had looked at them they were filled with grief, regret and pain; now, they looked more matured, as if he had healed, genuine will to live to his best, to be happy. What could have happened in those seven years you hadn't coincided with the other? You were curious, more than you should, but it was Peter Parker we were talking about, a mysterious man himself ever since high school.

However, his cover of older man with a hold on his life was broken the moment he started fidgeting, uncovering those same mannerisms you had observed so long ago. You smiled internally, there was a little bit of him inside still. You coughed when he looked up and caught you staring at him so intensely, earning a cocky grin from him, one that could be mistaken by innocence. You knew better, though.

"So, you want me to be the one to translate your new discovery." you affirmed after he finished explaining his commission.

"Yes, that's uh, that would sum it up." he replied, still fidgeting and a nervous grin on his face.

"Okay, deadline?"

"Oh! True, uh..." he bit his lip in thought, pushing his glasses into place once again "When... when do you think you can have it?"

"Let's see..." you looked over at the document in your screen, a seventy pages paper about things you didn't understand, it was going to be a difficult task, but not impossible "I can have it in three weeks, is it okay? Or do you need it sooner?"

Peter went back to his thoughts, a slight sigh scaping his mouth while his fingers touched his bottom lip. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again "Three weeks it's fine." he affirmed, nodding mildly "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, it's my job!" you smiled while creating the quote "And how's life going?" you asked while adding the corresponding taxes to the bill. Thank lord calculators were a thing.

"Um, great! Actually great, it's been... calm? I would say." he was lying, his tone had betrayed him on 'calm', but who were you to call him out "What about you?"

"Normal," you replied sincerely "working, going out with friends, the usual."

Peter nodded, smiling. He observed around the office, many diplomas hanging from the walls, making him wonder why in school they never paid as much attention to humanities as they did to science. It was clear as water that you were the best on your field, he could even tell from the professionalism that surrounded your aura.

Meanwhile, you read the title of his paper. You didn't know what it meant, nor what it was about; however, you knew it was important and a very respectable discovery. It didn't take you by surprise, though, Peter had always been a genius.

"Well," you spoke again, taking the quote you just printed from the printer "as it is a scientific document, I should charge per word," you started explaining "but as I charge 0,07$ per word, it would be 2,450$." you said, still looking at the quote "However, as we are acquaintances and your paper has seventy pages, I'm going to do an exception here and charge it as a literary work, so it will be charge per page. That makes it 15$ per page, what leaves a total of 1,050$."

"Y/n, wait, you don't need to..."

"I know, but consider it a favour from an old school mate." you winked at him, passing him the quote "What do you think? Any complains?"

"No, of course not! You just... You just saved me 1,400$." he murmured, observing the piece of paper you just handed him.

"Okay then, so if you agree, I shall start my work." you smiled, seeing how grateful he looked.

"I promise I'll make it up to you, thank you so much, Y/n." he sounded serious, you knew he was, Peter Parker was a man of his word.

"A coffee sounds nice, but you should invite me in three weeks." you replied playfully, trying your luck on the handsome man.

"Deal." he smiled.

It was late, but you needed to invest extra hours in Peter's commission. You had three dictionaries opened and a couple of scientific magazines to look up for information you could need. Once you had everything you needed, you started reading the document with more care.

"The multiverse." you read the title, furrowing your brows. Had he discovered other universes? He said it was his new discovering, wasn't it?

You continued reading the paper, not understanding absolutely anything except for the parts where he claimed there were different versions of ourselves out there in a parallel universe. The explanation was probably among the technical language you were oblivious about, but at the end of the day, your job was to transmit perfectly what he said, so you translated it searching for parallel texts to see if what you were writing made sense.

It continued like that for the next two weeks and a half, where you ended completely exhausted. Again, you understood nothing, but you were curious about the scientific explanation of how he knew there were other Peter Parkers out there. Maybe you could ask him when he came to the revision of the translation and, if you were lucky, that private physics class could happen in a cafe. Would he be able to explain it for someone that knows nothing about physics? You hoped so.

The next few days were only about your own revision of the translation, trying to verify it was understandable... to whoever understood these matters. You were happy with your work and you expected for Peter to be happy about it, too. Scientific translations were difficult, so having managed a seventy pages translation about a physics discovery was something to be proud of.

You prepared everything: the format, the bill, the little gift for the client for asking for your services. Another day at the office, waiting for Peter Parker to come in at any second after 11 a.m. You continued working on other commissions, asking yourself if you got it wrong and you weren't meeting today. It wouldn't be the first day, thinking it to be Thursday and turning out to be Wednesday. He had asked for a physical copy apart from the digital one, and it was laying at your right, desperate for its owner to pick it up.

At 11:30 a.m. Peter Parker made an appearance, looking dishevelled, all sweaty and out of breath. He looked at you with guilt and lifted up a hand in symbol of asking for forgiveness while he recovered. You stood up, concerned, wondering what could had happened to him.

"I'-I'm sorry." he mumbled once his breathing evened out "I over... slept, yeah."

Lying again "It's okay," you answered with a kind smile "have a sit, please. There are a couple of things I want to discuss with you."

He did as tell, sitting in the same chair he did three weeks ago, his breathing still a little work up. You watched as a drop of sweat passed his temple and flowed down his cheek to his sharpened jaw. He was too attractive for his own good, biting his lip at the same time he took the printed document from your hands, fingers touching and lingering for a second.

He smiled slightly, a kind one, and opened the bind document even if he couldn't understand the language. He was impressed for the way you had improved the format, leaving it even more sophisticated and professional.

"It looks nice." he said, fingers passing through the margins.

"Thank you," you replied, returning his smile "and I assure you the translation is accurate and it will please its target."

"I don't doubt it."

"Though," you started again, intertwining your own fingers and putting your hands on the table "I have a few questions about... the multiverse."

Peter nodded, waiting for you to continue, eyebrows arched in curiosity and head slightly tilted to the right.

"I didn't understand the technical part, but for what I could get, your discovery says that there actually are parallel universes, with realities where there are some kind of... us? But that aren't ourselves... The more I hear myself the more I realize I haven't understood anything." you finished, head hung low and a sigh of exasperation coming out of your mouth.

"No, no! That's part of it, you were right!" Peter exclaimed, straightening in his sit and bending a little bit forward "There are people in other realities with our names and similar lives, but they aren't us."

"And... how have you discovered it? What's the explanation?"

The man chuckled, moved by your genuine curiosity and your doe eyes, looking at him the same way a kid looks at their parents when giving them the answer to their question. He considered how he would explain it to you, he couldn't tell you the exact truth, and definitely he needed to find a speech you could understand from your no scientific perspective.

He bit his lip again, thinking, while you stared at him waiting patiently for his reply. This discovery was going to be if not the most, one of the most important of the century, and you wanted to hear it explained from the genius himself.

"This is gonna take a while," started Peter, looking up at you with a side grin "so, maybe, we could go out and I could explain it to you, then."

You blinked once, twice, and then processed the information. The Peter Parker had just asked you out. He was offering you to hang out away from the working atmosphere, something a little bit more intimate. His fidgeting intensified when you didn't answer, observing how your face changed its expression from one of professional kindness, to confusion to, finally, embarrassed happiness.

"Yeah, yeah, I would love that." you nodded, smiling widely at the man in front of you.

"Great!" Peter nearly shouted, a blush forming on his cheeks "T-that's great, perfect, indeed. Uh, is it okay on Saturday afternoon?"

"Yes, perfect for me." you answered.

There was an awkward silence between you both, not knowing what to say next. You probably should ask him for his number, but at the same time it was needed to finish with the translation explanation.

Like that, somehow you redirected the conversation to translation doubts you had and how you resolved them, having him confirming that what you understood of those fragments was right. You also gave him the bill, sent him by email the digital format and gifted him the quill with your logo.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, I'm really happy I ran into you." he said while standing up, walking towards the door "Couldn't ask for a better translator." he smiled.

"It was my pleasure, I'm glad you considered me for this." you also stood up, accompanying him to the door and stopping him from exiting "Uh, I wanted to... well, as we are going out on Saturday maybe, it would be nice to..."

Peter thought it was amusing how you changed in demeanour when you were in your professional, hard-working translator you and when you were just... you. Shy and nervous, the same as him "... have my number?" he finished for you and you nodded, ashamed for being unable to ask for it yourself "Here."

Peter lent you a card with his name, number and email. You smiled, taking it and observing it a bit. Then, you bid goodbye and the both of you returned to your own business until Saturday.

When you arrived home and watched the news, they announced Spiderman had stopped two bank robberies that morning. 'He deserves a salary for this', you thought.

"So you found imprints of a collision between two universes!? That's so cool!" you exclaimed, hot coffee on the table and a very handsome scientist in front of you.

"Uh-hu," he affirmed, sipping his own coffee "we can say there are at least four imprints of four different universes, but there must be hundreds, if not millions of them."

It was Saturday and you both had agreed to meet at a cafe near your work place at 4 p.m. As promised, Peter explained his discovery to you in a way you could understand, finding fascinating his work and his ability with physics.

"You are amazing, Peter Parker." you mumbled, completely absorbed by his voice and explanation.

The man could feel his cheeks warming and the feeling of dejà vu in the front of his mind, one of the other Peters always told him those exact words, but hearing them from you was different. When the other Peter said them, it felt like he himself was assuring him, in this case, it was you, someone external to the adventures of the Parkers.

"It-It's nothing! Really, it was easy." he stuttered, wrinkling his nose.

"Don't be humble, Peter, you worked hard for this!"

He nodded, biting his lip again. You had noticed it was something he did whenever he needed to think for long, and you weren't going to lie, it was hot. He looked up and caught you staring at him again, the same sly grin he made in your office almost four weeks ago returning to his face.

"And now, thanks to you, my discovery will be accessible for a wider public." he grinned, wetting his lips and sipping on his coffee again. "And how is it you turned out to be a translator?"

You shrugged your shoulders "I love languages, I always did, and this degree allowed me to work with them and with literature, my two passions. Why?"

"Just curious." he also shrugged his shoulders "I must admit, it was clear you weren't going to pick a science degree."

"Oh?" you said, amused "And why were you so sure?"

"I had maths class with you."

You both chuckled, you hadn't been the best at the subject, and he probably had seen your failed attempts at improving on it. Pathetic ones, must be said.

"I remember that one time you were so convinced you had the exercise right and I told you you had missed a negative sign." the man laughed, adoring the embarrassed expression on your face.

"Ugh, don't remind me." you took a peek at him from in between your fingers, which were covering your face "Luckily, it wasn't mandatory on the last two years."

"And you still ask me how I was so sure." he snorted, gaining a fake slap to his bicep from your part.

Another moment of silence between you became present, but it wasn't awkward, reminding each other of high school wasn't as awful as it sounded, at the end of the day. You fidgeted and coughed a little, trying to find something to say.

"I was sure you would do something with science. What? I didn't know, but you looked like the most dedicated little molecule."

"Little molecule?" he snorted again, looking at you with amusement.

"That's how we called you guys!" you laughed, repositioning yourself on the chair "In humanities we would call you that."

"And I'm just hearing about this now? How lame." he shook his head, feigning indignation "Why little molecule? Why not just molecule?"

"It was cuter."

Both of you stood there for hours, talking and catching up. You couldn't remember when you had laughed that much and neither did he, appreciating the time he spent with you that afternoon.

"You live here?" he asked once you stopped in front of a building.

"Yep." he had offered to accompany you home "Do you want to come in?"

"Maybe another day, I have something to do now." he replied, smiling at you and talking sincerely, he wasn't lying this time "But we should repeat this. If you want to, of course! J-just if you want to."

"I'm on board." both of you bid goodnight after that. You relaxed at home, he put on his Spiderman suit.

These meetings continued for quite some time, getting to know each other more and to befriend. Peter was a great man, intelligent, funny, kind, a gentleman and a teaser, the type of man any person would like to have by their side. You wondered if he had been developing feelings for you the same way you did with him, daydreaming about an unlikely future where you were together.

Your daily commute was the same, exiting your house, walking for ten minutes and arriving to your office. It shouldn't be complicated, just a mere walk, the most interesting thing that could happen in New York should be the snow. But no, it wasn't snow what stopped you from arriving to your workplace; it was a villain.

A huge wolf like creature was rummaging in every building it saw, breaking windows, pushing citizens, smashing the road and the cars... Scared, you ran to where you thought you could be a little bit safer as the way to your workplace was completely destroyed and inaccessible.

Out of nowhere, a red and blue blur appeared swinging from building to building, approaching the villain and putting citizens to safety on the way. Spiderman had come to save the day, and you were grateful that maybe this nightmare could end as soon as possible.

'Really, I just want to make enough money to survive the month and I have to stand a fucking mad wolfman trying to kill us all.' you thought, done with life once again.

Ten minutes of battle, twenty, and it didn't look like it was going to end soon. You still stood in the place you had found a haven in, watching from afar how Spiderman fought the villain, swinging from side to side, throwing punches and webs to the wolf. On one moment, the villain was throwed flying to the roof of the building you were next to. You heard a little cracking, then, a huge shadow overcame you and, when you looked up, a giant advertisement poster was falling in your direction.

It was true what they said about seeing your life pass while you're waiting for death. You were still young and you were going to die because of a stupid poster, how pathetic. You closed your eyes, expecting the impact that would kill you in situ. But then, you heard a heart-breaking 'No!' and you felt a hand grab your waist and your feet leave the ground.

You opened your eyes, confused, and you met face to mask with Spiderman himself, who had saved you just before the poster could crash you to death. You clung to him tight, afraid of falling, even though you doubted he would let you fall.

He swinged you both to the roof of a building far from the battle, not letting go of you once you both touched the ground. You were trembling, processing the last two minutes of your life, and Spiderman was gentle enough to let you some time for it.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice, a familiar voice you couldn't quite pint point.

"Yeah, yes, thank you." you replied out of breath.

"Good." he let go of you, preparing to swing again to battle "Stay here, I promise I'll come to get you down from here when it's safe to do so."

And then it hit you, you knew that voice all too well.

"Peter?" you asked, eyes wide and mouth hang open.

"What?" the eyes of his suit widened too, and his tone expressed surprise "P-peter? Pff who is Peter? Definitely not me."

You blinked, shocked and eyebrows arched, it was Peter, no doubt about it. His dorky reply was everything you needed to confirm you suspicion.

"I know it's you, you're so bad at lying." the monotone you gave him made his body hair bristle and not because of his spidey-sense "So that's what you've been hiding. Ever since High School... That explains so much."

Peter was horrified, you had discovered his facade and there was no way he could convince you he wasn't Peter Parker. Years of being Spiderman without no one knowing apart from Gwen, and now you found out just because of his voice. He had to give you that, you were smart, really smart.

"I- Look, please, don't panic." he murmured as he took off his mask, revealing his face "Yes, I'm Spiderman, and I've been since the beginning."

"Holly shit." was the only thing you could mumble, still shocked at the information that sweet and dorky Peter Parker was, indeed, the strongest super hero of New York.

"I'll explain everything to you, I promise," he said as he put his mask on again and walked towards the end of the roof "but first let me take that villain out."

You just nodded, dumbfounded, as Peter Parker swinged to battle again and left you there to think about what happened. So he was Spiderman, and for what he said he also was Spiderman when you both were teenagers. So Gwen...

"Oh my God, poor Peter..." you mumbled, it pained you to think that he was there when his first girlfriend died, a very beautiful person she was, you remembered her from some classes, she had always been kind to you.

But then, you thought, that meant that the day you gave him his translation and arrived late he didn't oversleep as he said; he was the one to stop the two robberies! The poor man was living a double life, he didn't even have a peer to share the burden of taking care of the city with.

You were worried, watching him fighting against the wolfman, receiving scratches. But you had you have faith in him, he had been Spiderman for years and you had always admired the hero, so him being Peter Parker shouldn't change anything. But it did, you liked the man and the thought of him being at risk and in danger was driving you mad.

Ten minutes later, the red and blue suit appeared on your line of sight again, approaching you and landing in front of you. He took his mask off, a few scratches visible on his cheeks, a line of blood running down the corner of his mouth, but he still smiled kindly at you. His eyes closed and his teeth showed, giving him the appearance of a kid who had just committed the biggest mischief he could think of. You just shook your head and chuckled, looking at him with bright eyes and a bit of incredibility.

"Are you okay?" you asked, observing his little wounds.

"Yes, nothing I'm not used to by now." he replied, his smile still there "I owe you an explanation."

"I wouldn't say owe... But I do want one." you nodded, biting your bottom lip in amusement.

"Then come with me, it will be better to talk when I'm not dressed in tights and not bleeding." he joked, grabbing your waist and lifting you two in the air.

You wanted to scream, not out of fear, but out of adrenaline. Now that you weren't on the brick of death you took your time to gaze at the city below you, a sight worthy of a painting.

"And that's all." Peter said. You two had swinged to his apartment, where you had helped him with his wounds and he had told you about his double life in detail, omitting the universe travel he would do once in a while.

"Wow." was the only thing you could say, making him chuckle at you. He put his lips in a line and a small smile plastered, looking at you from below; he was breath-taking "Does anyone else know? What about your aunt May?"

"No! No, no one knows, especially not May." he exclaimed, fidgeting again when he heard his aunt's name "I prefer for her to be kept apart from this."

"So to not put her in danger?" you asked and he nodded.

"I wasn't actually gonna tell you just yet, it's very risky." he commented, passing his hands across his hair "But I guess there are no secrets now."

"It seems so. I'm sorry, for discovering you, I mean."

"It's not your fault being smarter than half the population that knows me and hadn't figured out yet."

"It's the mask." you affirmed, and he locked eyes with you, brow arched until you two exploded in laughter at your obvious claim.

"Thanks, never thought of it."

"You're welcome."

You helped him wash his suit while you chatted a little bit, you remembered seeing him on the news a couple days ago, commenting on his discovery.

"Do you know anything else about your discovery? Any news?"

"Actually, they have invited me to a panel in Brussels to talk about it, Europe has liked it a lot." he commented nonchalantly.

"Peter! That's awesome!" you exclaimed, turning to look at him fully "I'm really happy for you! You deserve it."

"Your translation helped a lot, not gonna lie." he said, smiling "Thank you again, they loved it and they are considering nominating me to the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"Oh my Lord, Peter! How long have you known about this?"

"A week." he shrugged, resting his shoulder on the wall while looking at you with a smirk.

"And you haven't told me! Parker, after you pick up the prize, I'm murdering you." you exclaimed, feigning indignation.

"That is, if I win it." Peter replied, biting his bottom lip, thinking about the possibilities of losing it.

"To whom? You literally discovered the multiverse! What could be better than that?"

"I don't know, maybe someone discovers a way to work out without tiring yourself." he shrugged his shoulders again.

"... Yeah, that would be better." he looked at you as if you had just stabbed him, mouth hanging open and betrayal plastered on his face.

"You little traitor..." he murmured, starting to chase after you while you laughed at him, running across the apartment with him just behind you.

You loved your time with Peter because of this type of situations, they were so organic, so natural, they just came with the flow of life, making you feel alive and happy. When he caught you, he hugged you from the back and lifted you, spinning you both around while laughing.

After begging, he put you down, assuring that your feet where on the ground and you were stabilized. You turned around, a wide smile on your face mimicking his, breathing irregular from both running and laughing, his chest going up and down fast, proving he was still catching his breath. He looked gorgeous, eyes bright and soft staring at yours directly. A slight blush prominent on his cheeks, his nose a little wrinkled.

That's when you noticed that his eyes were going from looking at your eyes to your lips and on repeat once and once again. You weren't going to lie, a kiss from him was what you had been wanting for a couple of weeks now, worried that he didn't feel the same about you.

When you noticed his breath on your lips was when you realized he had slightly closed the distance. You locked your gaze with his, eyes close halfway, pupils dilatated, looking at you as if you were the only thing he wanted in that exact moment.

Closing the distance, you took his upper lip between yours, starting the kiss. It was passionate, uncovering the non-spoken feelings both of you had developed. Your hands went to his neck, caressing the hair of his nape, while his hands grabbed your waist and pushed you closer to him. His tongue entered your mouth, taking the little breath you had left away, your mind dizzy and your nose filled of his perfume. Noses touching, lips and tongue showing the love you hadn't been able to talk about before.

When you separated, your foreheads touched, eyes still close and breathing completely uncontrolled. You took a moment to process the kiss, to feel his body against yours, to soak yourself in his being, wanting nothing more than open your eyes to look at him.

So you did, and the sight made your knees weak. He had, again, his eyes close halfway looking at you in the purest and softest way anyone had ever looked at you like, a little smirk in his lips, giving you a little peck.

"I guess this means you like me, too." whispered Peter, bumping his nose with yours.

"Absolutely." you answered, bringing his lips closer to yours to kiss him again.

Walking to the office had never been easy. Peter hadn't stayed the night, so you had woken up alone to another horrible Monday. But, today had been different, your apartment looked dissimilar, posters that should be there weren't, and ones you had never seen where hung in your walls. The distribution of the kitchen also was strange, and the sofa on your living room had a different colour.

You couldn't understand anything, there was no explanation for it, and when you walked outside everything seemed... odd. It wasn't easy to explain, but the atmosphere was bizarre, not the typical New York air you usually breath.

The stores you usually see on your way to work weren't there at all, now they had different names and sold the opposite of what they should. You furrowed your eyes, what could be happening?

Everything turned to dust when you arrived at your workplace. Where offices should be, now laid a cinema. You were confused, were you dreaming? Was this a massive joke no one had told you about? Were they recording a new film and this was the set?

You looked around, no one seemed faced by the changes you were noticing, continuing their lives as if nothing was wrong. You decided to walk around the walk and see if, indeed, it was a cinema set and your office was just behind. It wasn't. The Cinema building continued on, so there were no possibilities of your working place to be behind.

Maybe you were in the wrong part of the city, so you took your mobile phone and looked in Google Maps. You were in the correct place, though your building was, as it said, inexistent. What was happening?

You wandered around, trying to search for a familiar face, for a familiar place, but this wasn't the New York you knew.

It was then when you saw a red and blue suit swinging around. 'Peter!' you thought, following him as you could, trying to attract his attention. There was no use, he didn't see you, so you continued running and following him with your sight so you didn't lose him.

After touring the whole city until reaching Brooklyn, you stopped to catch your breath. Could Peter know what was happening? Maybe, but at least he was a familiar face and you would feel safe with him. You continued walking in search of your lover and saw him in the roof of a building.

"Spiderman!" you shouted, hoping for him to hear you "Spiderman!"

The man turned his head in your direction, getting off the roof immediately and approaching you. That was when you noticed his suit was also different, it looked very modern, as if it had technology in it. When did Peter change his suit?

But it was too late to keep thinking, as Spiderman was in front of you "Is everything okay, ma'am? Do you need my help?"

"Peter, thank God I have found you," you started, nearly panicking "my apartment looked different, the stores have changed, my workplace isn't there anymore and... even your suit looks out of place!"

"H-how do you know...?" Spiderman started, narrowing his eyes. You looked at him confused "How do you know my name?"

"What do you mean? We're dating..." then it hit you, his voice was different, not the deep voice of your Peter "Aren't you... Aren't you Peter Parker?"

"What?" the eyes of his suit widened, looking around to see who else was listening "How do you know my name? How do you know who I am? What do you mean we're dating?"

The man was attacking you with questions, leaving you dumbfounded and very confused, an anxiety attack growing in your chest. What was happening?

"So you're Peter Parker..." you claimed, and he just looked at you "But you don't sound like him."

Peter's eyes widened again, as if he had just realized something. He tried to grab your wrist, but you took your hand away and backed away from him, afraid. If he wasn't your Peter, who was he?

"Don't be scare! I know what's happening! Please, come with me." he pleaded, offering his hand to you.

You looked at it and then to his masked face, not sure if you should take it "Who are you?"

"I'm Peter Parker, just not your Peter Parker." he said, confusing you even more. He must had noticed, because he started explaining it briefly "There are different universes, a-"

"Multiverse." you finished for him and he nodded "I know, my boyfriend discovered it."

"So you're related to that Peter." he mumbled for himself. That Peter? "I'm Peter Parker and I'm Spiderman, and the Peter you know is, too, just in your universe."

"My universe? That means I'm not in my universe!?" you exclaimed, starting to panic even more, wanting nothing more than to return to wherever your universe was and to your Peter.

"N-no, it isn't." Spiderman replied, shaking his head and tone soft, almost afraid of you "But don't worry! The Peter you know is here, I can bring you to him!"

You doubted at first, you didn't know anything about him, but you also didn't know anything about the New York you were in. Taking a deep breath, you took his hand, hoping for what he said to be true. Delicately, he grabbed your waist and lifted you with him, swinging around Brooklyn. Even the way he swinged was different.

Not even two minutes later, he helped you enter an apartment through the window. Once your feet touched the ground, you looked around. It was a small living room, with just a coach and a small TV. You could hear voices, male voices, coming from another room. You looked back and Spiderman was closing the window and the curtains before taking off his mask.

"You're a kid!" you exclaimed when you observed his young features, a kind smile on his mouth. So, even in a different universe, Peter Parker was a kind man-kid.

"Hello, I'm Peter Parker." he said, introducing himself formally.

"Y/n L/n." you replied.

"Oh! So you are Peter's girlfriend! Come, he's in that room with the other Peters." he commented, grabbing your wrist again and bringing you with him to the room next to the one you were in.

The first thing you noticed was it looked like a lab, many scientific things you couldn't even name around in tables and moved by two men. One was an older man, probably in his 40s, but with a face that shouted 'cinnamon roll'. The other one was you lover, your Peter.

You stood on the door, dumbfounded again. "So this is how you discovered the multiverse." your Peter looked up at the sound of your voice, eyes widened and approaching you at a fast pace.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" he asked, hugging you tight.

You let yourself have it, getting drunk on his scent and relaxing in his embrace, your face in the crook of his neck. You hugged him back, grounding yourself a little, recognizing the feeling of his hands on you and his breathing on the top of your head.

You separated a bit, observing his white lab coat and the jersey he had been wearing yesterday at your date. His hair was tousled and his glasses where crooked, but he still looked adorable.

"I-I don't know! I woke up and my apartment wasn't my apartment and Spiderman wasn't you and-" you started rumbling, hands trembling and eyes focused on the ground.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm here now." he mumbled in your hair, pressing you to him again and giving a kiss to your temple "You have travelled across universes, but we'll return home soon, I promise."

"But how have I d-done that? A-and when are we returning home?" you whispered, face pressed to his neck and hugging him as if your life depended on it.

"Probably because of the conditions Dr. Strange have set to his spell-"

"Spell!? Magic exists!?" you exclaimed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"It does," he chuckled, his right hand caressing your hair with affection and eyes calmed "and that's how you have ended here. I think."

You nodded, too shocked to comprehend anything he was telling you. Magic? As in Harry Potter? And why was a wizard a doctor? You then noticed someone gazing at you, and you saw the other two men looking at you two, lips pressed in a line and swinging from side to side... Just with their feet, nothing too spidey.

Your Peter followed your gaze and smiled, turning to the other two men and bringing you with him, arm around your shoulder and not letting you go, keeping you near him to help you calm down.

"Both of them are Peter Parker," he started and the older man greeted you with a nod of his head and a warm smile "they're me in different realities."

"Hello, Y/n." the older Peter said, waving and moving his fingers "It's nice to meet you, Peter has talked a lot about you."

"Yeah, man! He's whipped." the younger Peter nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide.

"There was no need to say that." Your Peter coughed awkwardly and scratched his neck in nervousness. You just found the interaction wholesome, he really liked you, enough to talk about you to his other 'him'.

"Oh! That reminds me," young Peter started, going to the lab and grabbing a bottle. He then came back to you three "Peter told us you were a translator."

"That's right." you mumbled shyly and Peter squeezed you a bit, encouraging you as if to tell you you were safe with the other two men.

"We need help with this one, we can't understand the language and Google isn't doing a good job translating." he said, lending you the bottle.

"We are trying to help Peter recover his girlfriend and friends." older Peter said, and you looked at your Peter confused.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you when we are home." you nodded and he gave you a peck, letting you go so you could go work and help them understand what that bottle had and what it did.

You followed younger Peter to the lab, turning back to look at your Peter who just gave you an encouraging smile, leaving you at ease.

While you were reading the label and translating it in a notebook young Peter had given you, the other two Peters were looking at you. One with softness and love, the other with pride.

"You found your MJ, amazing Spiderman." older Peter said, patting the other Peter's back with affection.

The other man didn't take his eyes off you, watching you interact with the younger Peter with a small smile, sighing at how beautiful you looked "Yes, at last."

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