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spatialwave · 1 month

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i am LOVING your angus tully content 💕 would you please write an angus tully x reader where the reader meets angus in boston while they’re ice skating and then they get to know each other as they explore the city, sort of ‘before sunrise’ style and hunham gives them the space to do so? if you don’t like this idea though that’s totally okay!! have a lovely day regardless :)

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pairing: angus tully x fem!reader word count: 4k notes: reader is very nervous & dorky! thank u for sending 🤎

the chilly december air stung your cheeks, leaving them reddened and sore, but that didn’t stop you from braving the weather and heading to the public skating rink. your friends had cancelled on you last minute, one of them falling sick with a nasty cold and the other deciding that her boyfriend was more important than a night with you during the festivities that boston had to offer. you couldn't be angry at her, though, you were a hopeless romantic at heart and would do the same if you had a boyfriend. you were happy that your best friend found someone so perfect for her, you dreamed of finding him too—the perfect boy.

though, you usually just giggled in your bed at night when you imagined yourself spending the rest of your life with david cassidy. that was much easier than finding real love.

so, alone you were as you willed your way ahead through the boston streets where your father had dropped you off. you promised yourself you'd start getting out of your nervous shell and what better way to test it than being alone at a skating rink? especially when you were notoriously clumsy and horrendous at skating.

if you could do this, you could do anything.

as you approached the skating rink you felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety flooding you. there were a lot of people, too many people, a lot of friends giggling with each other, children learning how to skate with their parents and partners holding hands as they stared into each other's eyes lovingly. you sorely missed your friends, but you shoved that thought as deeply into your consciousness as you could because you promised yourself you wouldn't wallow in your loneliness.

and you were here, weren’t you? successfully making do without them. all you needed to do was get the skates on and make your way onto the ice—that’s all. getting here was half the battle.

comfort warmed you as you fit yourself into the hand-me-down skates your older sister had given you. you tried so hard not to think about the negatives because even if you slipped and fell, it’s not like anyone here knew you. there was not a single person on the rink that looked even the slightest bit familiar and you thanked god you lived in a busy city.

of course, you were unsuccessful in ridding those thoughts because all you could think about was that there was a likely chance you could embarrass yourself in front of a cute boy. you were too boy-crazy for your own good, your mother blamed david cassidy for it.

as you let out a shaky exhale, you darted your eyes around the exterior of the rink as you shrugged off your bag and held your winter boots in your hand. you had ran into your first problem of the evening; there was no one to watch your belongings.

that’s when you noticed an older man just to the left of you, smoking out of a pipe and watching the rink, smiling to himself. he seemed friendly enough, reminding you a lot of your grandpa. there was no better person to watch your things!

“excuse me sir,” you said to him, smiling as you approached him cautiously, “is it alright if i leave my things here next to you? i’m not skating for long… i just don’t want to take them onto the rink with me.”

the man hadn’t realized you were talking to him at first as he pulled the pipe out of his mouth and looked between you and someone on the skating rink. he smacked his lips together a few times in thought, “okay. sure, i don’t mind.” he mumbled, though you could tell that he minded.

he was grumpier than you pegged him to be.

“thank you so much! i won’t be long!” you smiled, happy that you had some form of success, but again you had to ward off the image in your head of him running off with your things. at least he’d only have stolen a woman’s snow boots and three dollars from your wallet.

as you waddled away, you hadn’t noticed that a boy on the rink had skated up to the older man, you were much too focused on not toppling over. your ankles were already wobbling back and forth as you navigated through the snow, unaware of the set of eyes that lingered on you with each step you took.

“you got this,” you breathed to yourself as you made it to the entrance, taking a long and deep breath that caught in your throat. you froze in your spot, feeling frigid as you watched the tens of people skating along the rink so seemingly expert in their ways.

a woman cleared her throat behind you and you jolted up, looking over your shoulder and seeing a mother and her two children waiting to step into the rink, “sorry!” you squealed as you hurried onto the ice and clung to the railing for dear life.

the sounds of the young kids snickering made your cheeks burn red, so you kept your eyes downward and stared at your mitten-covered hands as they gripped onto the rail. then you focused on your feet, slowly moving them back and forth on the ice as you got used to the feeling of the skates gliding across the frozen surface.

with a triumphant huff, you straightened up and slowly started to skate with your hand keeping balance on the edge, much like a learning child. at least they usually had a helper.

you had focused on this for a bit, getting into the swing of things. you looked around with a content smile, slowly moving and breathing in the crisp air as you focused on the sounds of laughter. the christmas spirit was high and you were happier than ever to be experiencing this alone, you couldn’t wait to go home and gush to your sister about your first solo adventure as a young woman.

satisfaction wasn’t fully met, however. you needed to challenge yourself further before calling it a night.

carefully, you let your hand off of the rail and moved carefully away from the edge. your eyes darted around your immediate surroundings, making sure you had enough of a clearing to start skating without bumping into anyone. a big smile grew on your face, you were by no means quick, but at least you were moving!

you focused your eyes back down on your feet, watching closely as you moved one in front of the other with intention. you were getting the hang of it, muscle memory coming back from when you skated as a kid. with your attention far from the outside world, you didn’t notice a duo of young girls coming right for you—too busy laughing amongst each other to notice you drifting in front of them.

one of the girls bumped hard into your shoulder and yelped out a sincere ‘sorry’ as you lost your balance on your feet. you almost kept yourself upright, but you quickly fell back.

you expected to crash down onto the ice with a hard thump, but two arms caught you, hooking underneath your armpits and hoisting you back upright onto your skates. you didn’t have the means to turn around all that quickly, but the person who saved you seemed to realize that, so he skated in front of you and turned to look at you. he made it seem so easy to skate backward.

“you okay?” he asked, but you hardly heard the words because you were so fascinated with how beautiful he was. he had the biggest brown eyes you’d ever seen and a head full of wild curls that he obviously tried to tame. he was also taller than you, making you feel so small under his gaze, but not threatening in the slightest. all you could do was smile at him like a dork.

your knight in shining armour.

a few moments pass and the realization hit that you had been completely silent, “thank you!” you blurted out, your eyes widening in horror because of how you were staring at him like a goddamned fool, "i'm not very good at this."

"you were doing fine until you got bulldozed over," the boy smiled, unabashedly looking you up and down. he cleared his throat and held out two of his gloved hands, "hang on."

you obeyed with no hesitation, your arms extending so you could take his gloved hands in your own. you felt your mouth go dry and you had to force your hands to stop shaking. you were always so much more anxious around boys.

"oh, god," you groaned in anticipation as he started skating backward, pulling you along and forcing you to focus on keeping balance, "you really don't have to spend your time here teaching me how to skate." you looked up at him, feeling like a burden.

"i know," he replied, grinning at you as he kept pulling you along the ice, his gaze only breaking to make sure he wasn't about to skate back into anyone. those brown eyes fell back on you, watching you with a soft gaze as you kept moving with one foot gliding in front of the other, "i'm angus."

"hi, angus," you smiled, chewing on the inside of your lip after you returned the introduction. you could feel your cheeks blushing. you looked down and at your feet again, but your lack of focus got the best of you, "ah, shit!"

just as you lost your footing and balance, nearly flying forward, angus wrapped an arm around you and laughed aloud, pulling you against him so you couldn't tip over. you could've stayed like that forever, nuzzled against this boy's chest and forgetting about the outside world.

"you're clumsy," he teased, flickering his gaze down at you as he led you both to the railing for a rest.

"you only just noticed?" you retorted playfully as you leaned against the support, letting yourself exhale in relief once you could rest the entirety of your weight against it. shyly, you looked back over to angus after a few beats of silence, "you're not here with anyone else?"

angus scrunched his nose in response, shrugging, "it's a long story."

"i like stories," you mused, not ready to let this end. whatever this was.

a breathy laugh came from him as he glanced away to look at something, you hadn't been able to follow his gaze before he was looking at you again. there was something about him that kept your attention, likely the fact that he genuinely seemed to enjoy your presence. it made you giddy and your stomach swirled with butterflies.

"well, i came here with my history teacher," he said, almost sheepishly. you looked at him with slightly furrowed brows, uncertain where this would be going, "i go to a boarding school out of town, north of here. i, uh, didn't get to spend christmas with my family and so i've been stuck at school with him as my chaperone. guess i'm good at convincing people to take me places," he chuckled, his gaze looking anywhere but at you.

"i don't think i would've guessed that story in a million years," you giggled, a smile reaching your eyes as you looked over angus' face, "sorry about your family, though. must be hard around the holidays."

"it's fine," he quipped quickly, you figured it best to not bring up his family anymore.

you fell silent for a bit, thinning your lips as you looked around and focused on your surroundings to pass the time and try to ignore the awkward silence. you watched a group of kids skating together, playfully shoving each other and laughing when one of them wiped out.

"did you want to skate again?" angus' voice broke the silence and you met his eyes. with a small nod, he smiled and gave you his hands again.

the two of you had spent another twenty minutes on the skating rink, laughing together as he taught you how to keep yourself upright. you were happy to report that you'd only fallen on your ass twice, and even when he laughed at you, you felt your heart soaring.

there must've been some good karma you stored up over the year because you weren't sure why you were blessed to run into angus on a night like this. he was cute, funny and just as awkward as you were.

once you two were tired and ready to hang the skates up, you ventured out of the rink and stood at the exit. you had to catch your breath after laughing over some joke angus had made about his time at barton, something stupid that wouldn't have made you laugh in another other situation. angus was just... nice. funny, but in an endearingly dorky way.

as you bent down to untie your skates, you straightened up with a panicked look on your face. "my stuff!" you said, looking up at angus and then around the exterior of the rink, trying to spot the man you'd left your things with. that's where the bad karma came in, leaving you with nothing.

"are you looking for these?" a third voice spoke, your eyes landing on the pipe-smoking man that angus seemed to recognize. you put the pieces together.

"yes! thank you so much!" you smiled as you took the boots from him and your bag, quickly changing into the shoes that allowed you to stand steady. you sighed softly with a smile and looked between the two men, "i, uh, thank you again, sir, for keeping an eye on my things. and thanks, angus, i'm sure by next winter i'll be an olympic figure skater," you smiled, not quite ready to leave without spending more time with the boy, but you weren't sure you'd have the choice.

as luck would have it, though, his teacher, mr. hunham, seemed to have a soft spot for the boy.

"mr. tully, i'm calling it an evening and will be heading to the hotel room, i'm rather tired this evening," the older man explained. you could see the pleading look on angus's face, "i expect to see you there within a few hours or lest you deal with multiple detentions when we're back at barton," he continued with a satisfied look on his face when angus smile, "keep an eye on him for me." he turned to you, letting out a huffy sigh as he looked between the two of you once more before turning on his heels and leaving.

angus was speechless.

"he seems like a nice man," you said in awe as you watched him, growing nervous for other reasons now.

"trust me. he's usually not," angus replied, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looked down at you, "you look cold. i think i saw i coffee shop near here. they probably have hot chocolate or something."

"okay," you smiled, forcing yourself not to let your boy-crazy giddiness get the best of you again.

as you two ventured away from the skating rink, you found yourself feeling more comfortable with each passing second and talking about yourself like an open book. you spoke about everything and nothing, his favourite band was pink floyd and he was currently halfway through reading the novel dune. you shared your own love for the partridge family show, though, you kept your lips tight about your obsession with david cassidy.

you made a mental note to rip the poster of david off your wall if something were to ever come out of this night with you and angus, like hell he'd ever be in your room.

"what do you like so much about boston?" you asked angus as you two walked through one of the downtown streets in boston, your mittens shoved in your pocket as your hands cupped around the hot chocolate you sipped on. the heat emanated from the paper cup and warmed your hands. you two had been walking and talking for a while now and your drink was half-empty.

"you like long-winded answers, don't you?" angus said playfully, bumping himself against your side as you walked together. it caused a laugh to bubble up from you, your cheeks turning red at the closeness.

"what's so long about this answer?" you wondered aloud, glancing up at him.

"my dad is here," he said after taking a moment to think over his words, "he's uh, in the sanitorium," he murmured, not quite meeting your gaze, "not doing well mentally."

"you don't have to say anymore," you urged him, regretful that you asked the question in the first place.

"it's fine, i like you. you're not... judging me." angus admitted, flickering his eyes to you and smiling.

oh, god. that smile made your stomach do flips.

"why would i judge you?" you asked rhetorically, "you've been nothing but kind to me tonight. you didn't even know me and you caught me before i fell on my ass, i mean, that's the most any guy has ever done for me... and you bought me hot chocolate!" you were animated in your words as you spoke, not noticing how you lit up angus' facial expressions.

"like i said, it's because i like you." his lips twitched into a smile before he lifted his cup and downed the rest of his drink. you followed in suit, though, mostly to cover the way you had a smile stuck on your face like a lovesick puppy.

you two found an outdoor garbage bin and tossed your empty cups in, standing on a corner of the street that was near the courtyard with the skating rink. it was quiet there now, only then noticing how late it had gotten.

"so, what's your story?" angus interrupted your thoughts as he kept walking, you needing to take a few quick steps to meet his pace as he led you to a bench to sit down on. the perfect spot to watch the christmas lights flicker around the rink and people watch the last remaining people who were skating.

"it's hardly a story," you laughed, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up to the night sky, the stars hidden because of the city lights, "i'm just crawling my way to graduation so i can get out of my parent's house and go to college," you look over at him, "are you graduating, too?"

he shook his head, "i was expelled a few times," he admitted with an amused look on his face, "should be graduating, but stuck as a junior because of my atrocious behaviour," he teased with a click of his tongue.

"expelled?" you laughed, "wow, i didn't expect such a gentleman like you to be so fond of troublemaking."

that got a laugh out of him, the smile reaching his eyes as he turned ever-so-slightly to better look at you while you two sat together, "yep, i'm the absolute worst. though, i plead my case as i've been wrongly accused of blowing up a toilet once when it was obviously not true."

"uh-huh," you smirked, "are you certain about the wrongly accused part?" you snorted a laugh.

the night was perfect. the two of you sharing so many laughs that your cheeks were hurting and you were beginning to feel like you knew angus for years and this was simply a reunion of friends. you knew at some point it would end, but you didn't want to think about it. not yet, it was too painful of a thought.

your laughter settled and you couldn't break your gaze from angus, the silence looming, but not overwhelming. as you admired him, you caught the way his brown eyes flickered down to your lips and you inhaled sharply, the breath catching.

"i, uh—can i kiss you?" his words were gentle, but they rang through your ears loudly, causing chaos and mayhem that left you feeling like a nervous wreck, "unless i'm reading this wrong."

you parted your lips to speak but nothing came out. all you could do was look down at his lips and nod, hoping that your movements spoke volumes. thankfully, they did.

angus leaned forward, hesitating for a second, but if you could will your way forward to adventuring boston alone, then you could sure as hell will your way forward to meet him halfway. you leaned forward bravely and closed your eyes just as your lips met his, a tingling sensation rolling waves over your skin.

it was a simple kiss, one that made your lips numb when you pulled away and looked up into his eyes. but it wasn’t enough for angus because you were soon pulled into another as his hand lifted and cupped your jaw, keeping you against him as your lips moved together at a gentle, easy pace. he parted your lips with his own, which gave him the space to slip his tongue into your mouth and cause a soft sound to escape your lips. you were fully entranced by him, completely malleable under his touch as you tasted his tongue on your own—sweet like chocolate.

this went on for a few minutes, maybe longer. you two indulging in the kiss you both were anticipating the moment you set eyes on each other.

“this sucks,” you murmured when the kiss finally broke, you two parting to breathe.

“why?” angus furrowed his brows slightly, his hand still on your jaw.

“because i really like you,” you said, pursing your lips into a pout, “and at some point i’m going to have to say goodbye.”

angus shared the sentiment, frowning slightly, “i’ll come to boston again, okay?” he said, just as passionate about you as you were to him, “and if you give me your number i promise to call you.”

you nodded, sighing and watching the way your warm breath fogged up in the cold air. the city was so silent and you’d never been able to experience it quite like this, let alone with a boy you kissed. knowing that it was getting late, though, left you nervous. you had told your parents you wouldn’t be out long and would go to your sister's apartment downtown for a ride back home—leave it up to a boy like angus tully to make it fun to break the rules.

“when do you go back to barton?” you asked him quietly like you didn’t want to hear the answer.

“the day after tomorrow,” angus murmured, his thumb stroking along the skin over your cheek, “i’m gonna’ try visit my dad tomorrow,” he said, “that’s the whole reason i convinced mr. hunham to bring me here, he doesn’t even know.”

you widened your eyes in surprise, “do you think he’ll let you go?”

“probably not, but i’ll find a way.” he said, but not quite fully convinced.

“it’ll work out, angus,” you said, a shiver running up his spine as you said his name, “just like you and me. i’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

he was glad that you managed to see the bright side in all of this, as the night was coming to an end he was beginning to let his negative thoughts pull through. already he could tell that you were going to be a big part of his life, even if it ended up being fleeting and short.

“come on,” angus breathed out, removing his hand from your cheek and standing up. he offered his hand for you to take.

“where are we going?” you asked him, blinking a few times as you took his hand, no mittens or gloves in the way as his fingers interlaced with yours.

“nowhere in particular,” he said, keeping you close as you walked through the quiet boston streets in the early morning hours and spending the last bit of freedom together that you two could muster.

when all was said and done, you found yourself exhausted as you curled up in your bed with the first bit of sunrise spilling through your curtains. it was a bittersweet end to your night with angus, leaving you uncertain about what the future would hold. all you knew was that you’d be waiting for that phone call he promised you.

and taking down your poster of david cassidy.

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theemporium · 1 month

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hi cece congrats on 10k! what an amazing accomplishment! can i request a 💜violet fluff with luke hughes for this prompt please: "Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved."

ps the cocktail celebration is so fun and unique i love it!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

53. "Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved."

Sometimes, it was easy to forget what different worlds you and Luke came from.

Family was everything he knew growing up. There wasn’t a day in his life that he doubted his parents or his brothers wouldn’t have his back, wouldn’t stand by his side, wouldn’t be there for him if he asked. Despite the petty fights and dramatic tantrums, the Hughes family were a tight-knit, loving family who only wanted to see each other thrive. They wanted the best for each other. They loved each other unconditionally. They were what people imagined—what people dreamed of—when they thought of family.

You couldn’t say the same for yourself.

It wasn’t like you grew up in a bad or horrible household, it just felt like you had to earn the right to be there. Because yes, you had food on your plate and a roof over your head and got gifts on your birthday. But you didn’t receive any of those things without being told how much effort it took to give you those things, to be constantly reminded how much of a burden you were, to constantly feel like things would be easier if you weren’t there.

Because yes, your achievements were celebrated and you knew you were loved. But it was conditional. The happiness and love and affection came with a price. It constantly felt like you were in a competition, and no matter how much you did, you could never win. It felt like an uphill battle that never ended.

And it was something Luke could never quite comprehend. Not that you wanted him to ever know. But sometimes, it still took him by surprise.

You tried to avoid phone calls as best as you could. They were usually draining and long-winded, and it wasn’t a situation you always wanted to put yourself in. But you were riding the high of feeling happy and proud of yourself, of your own achievements.

And, like always, you convinced yourself it wouldn’t be that bad this time round.

But it was. It always fucking was.

A happy, quick phone call turned into an hour-long lecture about how you don’t call home enough, how you wouldn’t be where you were without them, how you were ungrateful and greedy and still not good enough.

You had mentally checked out by the time Luke wandered into the room, his brows furrowed in confusion when he didn’t hear you call back out as he arrived. He only heard snippets of the berating voice over the phone before he stepped in, making up some trivial excuse that you doubted your parents believed before he hung up.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to say ‘thank you’ as he climbed into the bed next to you, saying nothing as he wound his arms around your body and hauled you onto his chest until almost every inch of you was pressed against him.

“I just wanted to tell them the good news,” you eventually spoke, your voice a little croaky and your words accompanied by sniffles. “I thought they’d be happy but—”

His arms tightened around you.

“M’sorry,” you murmured, letting out a breath as you tried to sit up a little. “You just came back from practice, you do not need to hear about my issues when you’re probably tired—”

“Hey,” Luke interrupted, his lips turned downwards and his expression mimicking one of a kicked puppy. “Please never apologise for wanting to be loved or appreciated.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the emotions get caught up in your throat.

“I love you,” Luke said, so firmly that there wasn’t even any room for the doubting voices in your head to question him. “And I am so fucking proud of you, baby. Always. You always have me.”

“I love you too,” you whispered because it was all you could bring yourself to say at that moment before you laid your head down on his chest, basking in the feeling of Luke’s arms tightening around you.

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bipp-bopp-time-to-stop · 3 months

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Far More Than Just A Mask

I'd like to thank @cloudninetonine for giving me the confidence to come out of the shadows and start posting the fics I write. I haven't really posted anything before, so I'm still figuring out how to use the Tumblr posting format. I'd also like to shout out @yanderelinkeduniverse @neverchecking @gliphyartfan @luimagines @yourlocaltreesimp and @wayfayrr as I was also inspired by their writings and content in general. To whoever stumbles across my fic and enjoys it, please go give these amazing people some love! With that being said, I'd also like to express my gratitude towards @linkeduniverse for their amazing work as their comics are what this fic is based off of. I hope everyone enjoys!

TW: Yandere themes, blood, possession, creeps be creepy

Your entrance into this journey filled with world hopping and a band of men all dubbed strange and woefully bad nicknames was… interesting. Thankfully enough, it wasn’t a truck send off level of isekai but it wasn’t the go to sleep and then wake up somewhere else type either. No, it was deciding to venture out at night for a rather dumb reason, immediately get lost, stumble across a strange portal, proceed to be chased into said portal by a pure black shadow with red eyes, and then stumble around in a forest you very much didn’t recognize. And then, of course, you stumbled across them.

They had dubbed their group The Chain since they were all Link (based on the expressions made when you were informed of this, it was clear who did and didn’t like the idea). After the initial shock based, you were suddenly bombarded with questions about… everything, really. The sheer amount of attention, combined with knowing a lot more than you should (in their eyes but they didn’t need to know that to the full extent), caused you to freeze. Well, internally freeze. As cooly as you could, you tried to answer the many questions thrown your way as truthfully as you deemed necessary.

“What’s your Hyrule like?”

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t have one? What does that mean? Are you before Hyrule exists or did your Link… fail?” “I just don’t have one. It… never existed. A lot of what exists for you doesn’t for me- not outside of fairy tales, that is. Magic, fairies, multiple civilizations of different species, and more.”

“Why are your ears clipped? Is it a sort of fashion statement or a punishment?”

“Neither. I’m not Hylian, I’m human. Humans are similar to Hylians but we don’t have pointed ears and are usually a little taller than the average Hylian.”

“Why are your clothes so… weird…”

“They’re not weird to me. You guys certainly are, though.”

And the questions continued. After days of asking questions, which quickly broke past barriers and dug deeper than you were comfortable with, The Chain relented a little. It was clear as day that they didn’t trust you, not a bit, but they still “added” you to their little entourage. Dark Link, or Dink as they called him, had still pushed you through that portal like it did for the rest of them. Meaning, somehow, that you were fated to be a part of the Chain even though you were very far from being a Link. In truth, you knew probably half of them believed you might be colluding with the entity and were simply keeping tabs on you. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, as they say.

Thankfully, you weren’t a complete dead weight. You didn’t mind doing chores since you surely couldn’t battle. Despite some of your “exotic” looks (largely your ears, they’re still getting over that), merchants and townsfolk seemed to open up a bit easier to you. Plus, a lot of creatures from the mundane to mystical quite liked you for whatever reason. Were you not in the Champion’s Hyrule, that may not have stuck out as much as it did. On top of that, you knew first-aid better than most of them did. You were no genius in medicine, but you knew enough about the human body (thank you Forensic Files). You also had the “remedies” your Nana often chose over medicine- a lot less helpful in your world, but far more useful in nearly any Hyrule given the more mystical nature of, well, everything.

It took nearly two weeks for the mock friendliness to turn genuine and nearly a month and a half for everyone (including Legend, though he’ll deny it even if he were six feet under) to have a bit of trust in you. It wasn’t like the bonds they had with each other nor the ones you had with your friends back home, but it was something and that something showed. That fact certainly helped you sleep a bit easier during the night.

So now, here you sit around a campfire with the Chain after yet another day of traveling. Despite sitting in a circle, everyone was still a little grouped up and remained chatting in that group. Hyrule, Wild, and Wind were all conversing with each other in semi-hushed tones which made you believe some level of tomfoolery was sure to happen in the coming days. Sky, Four, and Wars were simply chatting about random things. Legend and Twilight were off on patrolling duty at the moment which was a bit of a balm for you given just how… prickly the Vet was in regards towards you at times (you knew it was mostly show, but that didn’t stop it from being aggravating). All of this left Time and you sitting beside each other in silence as one surveyed the camp and its occupants with a well-trained eye and the other lightly zoned out.

Although semi-zoned out, you weren’t entirely oblivious to the world. Your eyes drifted around and loosely observed the scenery although it was regarded as little more than static to your brain. By chance, your eyes drifted downwards and caught eye of a trinket that often sat on the hip of Time- a mask. Not just any mask, though. You hadn’t played Majora’s Mask before but you saw snippets of it and knew what the Fierce Deity mask was. You noticed from day one that Time- rather foreign in your eyes given the design you were used to- partly had the mask’s markings on his face. You had many guesses as to why that was, but you didn’t ask any.

“No- you can’t try it on,” Time speaks up as he quickly notices your stare at the mask. It jolts you a little as you didn’t realize just how long you had been staring at the aforementioned trinket.

“Oh? I wasn’t going to ask to but… well, now I’m curious as to why you don’t want me to. Is it special to you? I’ve never seen anyone else touch it before,” you ask as you stare at the mask in partly feigned curiosity, avoiding Time’s stare. Faking ignorance had grown to be second nature by now.

“Because everyone else knows that it’s good to stay away from it lest you risk tragedy. It’s a magical mask but the power it holds is… potent. Rather, who it holds,” Time cryptically answers with a small grin. It brings a little grin to your face as well that the mask wasn’t too sore a subject for the Old Man, but it was best to tread the waters lightly.

“Who it holds? There’s… a person in there?” You ask.

“Not just a person- a god. It’s called the Fierce Deity Mask as it holds a god of war within it. Put on the mask, and you become something of a vessel for him to use. Naturally, doing so is dangerous- extremely so- so don’t expect to be seeing it in use any time soon,” Time answers with a lit of strictness at the end.

“Can I… at least touch it? Or hold it?” You push, curious about many things in relation to the mask. What did a magical mask feel like in your hands? Could you feel the power of Fierce Deity wanting to be released? Could you maybe even hear him? Would your heart begin to pump loudly, as if trying to sync with a war drum? Time can practically hear your unasked questions, it seems, as he detaches the mask from his belt and hands it to you.

It’s weighty in your hands. Not heavy, but weighty. Its texture is smooth and makes it feel a little bit more like fine pottery than wood. Despite that, you knew you wouldn’t be able to break it by accidentally or purposefully dropping it (could it ever be broken? What would happen if it was?). Despite the chill in the air, the mask was warm. Something that could easily be attributed to being nearly sandwiched between your’s and Time’s body, but you felt like that wasn’t the case. Aside from that, the mask was almost… underwhelming. “What? Expecting something grand to happen?” Time lets out a short and breathy chuckle at the puzzled expression that must be on your face at the moment. “Yeah… I guess so,” You mumble, still holding the mask and looking at it in the eyes- or rather eye sockets. Randomly, you hold the mask up and away from you as if it were someone face to face with you.

“Hello, Fierce Deity, I’m (Name). A… pleasure to meet you? At least, somewhat…”

A beat of silence. And then another. And then another. And th-

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! D-Did you seriously just introduce yourself to a mask?!”

Your face burned crimson at Wind’s howling laughter and remark. Many others shared his laughter, including Time himself. Naturally, you looked straight down at your lap and didn’t even resist having Time take the mask back. So caught up in your embarrassing action, you and everyone missed the slight vibration the mask gave off. The second Time put the mask back on his hip was the moment you decided you’d turn in for the night.

Of course, your luck was little and fickle so some of the boys decided to poke at you further come the next day. While you settled beside a stream to wash clothes, it didn’t take long before Hyrule hopped over with a little grin as he propped up the Fierce Deity mask beside you. He made a little comment about how you appeared lonely before practically running off. Unsure of whether to snap at Hyrule or almost pity the god within the mask, you simply chose to go about your chores. You had a gut feeling that a few of the Links were likely lingering close by, so you did your best to stay tight lipped beside the mask. Which was hard since chore time (especially when it allocated some space between you and the boys) was also welcomed alone time. More often than not did you talk to yourself. Safe to say that having such time and space intruded upon left you a little… pent up for the rest of the day.

When the next laundry day came by, the same stunt was pulled (by Wild this time) but you couldn’t keep your silence. Camp was located a little further from the stream than it was at the previous site, so you felt a little more secure.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled out as you began to wash the pile of clothes beside you. By now, you’ve long grown used to the awful smell of them and you were thankful that, despite having a sculpted nose, the mask didn’t have nostrils. After a few moments of silence, you continued. “I, uhm… I’m sorry for the way that they’re treating you. Perhaps seeing the way I interacted with you that night caused them to grow a little too comfortable around you. I just ask that you forgive or at least tolerate the behavior- it’s an outlet for a handful of them. I know you’ve been with Time for awhile, so I know that you know full well the stress and trauma these boys have. It may seem like little to you given your rank as a deity, but I’m sure you’ve grown to understand mortals a bit better after hanging off the hip of one for years.”

After that, it felt like a dam had broken. Anytime you were off doing your chores, the Fierce Deity mask was there beside you. To the Chain it was a recurring joke that turned into a slight routine (something Legend hated since having something so powerful be near you was always something he despised). To you, it was finally a chance to talk- to vent without being judged. Well, you’re sure that Fierce Deity was judging you but you couldn’t hear him. Honestly, there were parts of your life that you likely sooner shared with the mask than you did with anyone else. It’s not like he can spill your secrets, anyway.

You wondered what he must have thought of you. An annoyance? A break? An interesting or perhaps strange mortal? Or did he just not care at all? Was he curious about your ramblings that described your passions, your home, your world or was it merely buzzing in his ears? You didn’t know and likely never would. At least, so you thought.

And it all started with a simple, and seemingly logical, decision from Time.

“I’m sorry- what? You’re wanting the Outsider to have the mask with them? Time, what the fuck?! We’re your sword brothers and we’ve hardly been allowed to touch the damn thing but now it gets to hang off of that witch’s hip?! What happens if we need to use it? Or what happens if they use it? We’re all screwed!” Legend practically screams as Time tells the Chain of his decision. You want to stand tall and face Legend, but you knew that his comment wasn’t entirely based off of his prickly personality (despite what may come out of his mouth). No, all of the boys were likely fretting over you having the mask given what it did to its wearer. If it could take down even a Hero of Courage, then what could it do to you?

“Enough!” Time snorted as he stared down the pink haired man. “The mask is not some secret weapon, let alone a toy (Wild, Wind, and Hyrule flinch), to be used at your leisure. That’s something this ‘outsider’ realizes better than seemingly all of you. As such, I’m entrusting it into their care to make sure it’s not abused. It is only for the worst case scenarios, do I make myself clear?”

“But the past few monster hordes have gotten stronger! I understand that (Name) acts as a field medic to the best of their ability but they stay away from battle when they can. It’ll be inconvenient and risky to let it be away from us for multiple reasons. What if a battle goes south fast and we can’t get to it in time? What if something tries to steal it from them? What if they have no choice but to use it and potentially lets Fierce Deity go on a rampage? I can guarantee that it’d hurt them,” Wars argues with a much more put together and logical rebuttal than Legend. That still doesn’t save you from the ever present glare the Vet has aimed at you and the mask.

“I’ve thought of all of this but I still believe this for the best. Besides, the hordes feel stronger because we’ve been dealing with smaller and weaker hordes for over a month now. Dink has been trying to soften us up a little and I can see that it’s worked based on our combined performance in the last battle,” Time huffs and deepens his scowl. He gives the Chain a thorough stare down before speaking again. “Anyone else want to pipe up?”

The only thing that spoke for about the next ten seconds was the breeze. After that short but tense “talk” was over with, the Chain was back on the move. Safe to say you were distracted as you and the boys traveled, though not by the gazes you felt on your person and on the mask. Rather… it was due to the mask itself. During the argument, it had been on your waist the entire time. With everyone focusing on whoever was taking their turn arguing with Time, they were all blind to the way the mask was reacting. Due to your close proximity to the mask for some time now, you knew full well that Fierce Deity could hear and see what happened around him from his wooden prison. He couldn’t speak, but he could make the mask buzz. He did it seldom, but seldom was not the word you would use for moments ago. Given how a lot of the boys still regarded him as an object, it must have pissed him off. Or, maybe, he was also a little pissed at how his new carrier was being treated. It was likely the former but you at least hope you’ve rubbed off on Fierce just a little bit by now.

…

‘On… put the mask on…’

Okay, maybe you’ve rubbed off on him a little… too much.

The freaky occurrences began to happen nearly a week after you were appointed as Fierce Deity’s new carrier. You didn’t notice the whispers at first as they were quiet and usually spoken while the boys were speaking. You also didn’t notice how the mask would move just a little bit whenever you set it down. Naturally, you couldn’t ignore it for forever- not as the mask only grew more active in regards to your ignorance.

The calls from the mask were getting closer by the day. It’s whisper- his whisper, grew louder for every night that passed. His voice was low and rumbling like a distant thunder, like an approaching storm. You’d put the mask on the other side of your tent (much to the displeasure of whoever you were sharing the tent with at the time) but it’d still end up only a foot or two away from you when morning came. Your once rather passive regard for the mask and the deity trapped within it was becoming… strained as the days went by. The boys noticed it, to the point you wondered if Time planned to take back the mask, but they (aside from a seething Legend) never commented on it. It should have come to the surprise of no one that the rising tension would eventually snap.

“You did pretty good out there today, Wind. I didn’t expect you to take out those three lizafols so quickly,” Wild complimented the young lad as he joined the group around the campfire.

“Ha, naturally! With my rate of improvement, I may even surpass the Old Man one day!” Wind puffed up his chest and grinned. The sight of his youthful happiness and high esteem caused the other men to either chuckle or feel a touch of nostalgia.

“Careful- we’ve seen what praise like that does to one of us,” Legend tsks as he side eyes Wars. The knight rolls his eyes but doesn’t clap back for once.

“It’s well deserved praise, Legend. Wind is truly improving- there’s no harm in letting him know,” Hyrule claims. The man opens his mouth to add more but is stopped when Twilight springs up from his spot and stands stiff as a board. The aura surrounding the rancher is tense as he eyes the tent farthest from the campfire.

“Uh, Twilight? What’s wr-”

“(Name)?” Twilight called out as he took a few steps towards the tent you were currently sleeping in. Due to his heightened senses, he could hear muffled grunts and whines of pain. Could you be having a nightmare? No, if it was a nightmare why did he feel so… worried? Scared, even? Based on the tense men around the campfire, they were starting to feel that as well.

Twilight walks, almost stalks, towards the tent. The wolf within was howling and snarling in the back of his mind, that something bad was happening. An almost shaky hand grabbed the fabric of the tent and… he stalled. Why? Why was he stalling? Why did it feel like he shouldn’t open the tent when he knew that he should? That he has to? That his friend- their friend- was in trouble? Why-

“Leave, Hero of Twilight. This is a private moment and you are not welcome.”

Twilight nearly flung the tent into the field.

A thrashing body was pulled from the tent and pinned down to the ground. Wild reached for the mask stuck to your face and tried to pry it away from you but it wouldn’t budge. While you weren’t transforming into the Fierce Deity, that didn’t mean you weren't under his influence at the moment. His voice had come out of your mouth, after all.

“Dammit! (Name)!” Time bellowed, kneeling beside the scene with an equal mix of anger and worry. Worry because he knows- Hylia does he know what that mask can do and angry at himself. He should have taken the mask back the second it started to show signs of attachment. He should have never let you have it- never let you even touch it.

Suddenly, you went limp. Grunts stopped on the tip of your tongue as you let out a drawn out breath. As if it wasn’t just stuck to your face like glue, Wild yanked off the mask with ease. Aside from some redness and even blood on the outline of your face due to the struggle, your face was largely unharmed. In fact, it looked eerily… peaceful.

Your arms slowly closed in and you hugged yourself. In gentle motions that appeared strange to the Chain- as if it wasn’t really you moving your appendages- you rubbed your arms. Your face settles into a more so neutral expression as you eyes flutter open for just a moment to reveal almost entirely white eyes.

“Shhh… you’re alright now, I told you that it would only hurt for a moment. Shhh…,” Fierce Deity gently spoke out of your mouth before your eyes returned to normal. With a tiny groan, your head lolled to the side as you blacked out.

Safe to say that it was absolute chaos when you woke back up.

Strained voices were arguing somewhere nearby and it didn’t help soothe your forming headache. With wobbly arms, you tried to push yourself up but failed as strength seemingly refused to return to you.

“(Name)? Thank the goddesses you’re awake!” Four pipped up in what sounded like absolute relief. Such relief was short lived as you watched Four get up and run off. You tried to sit up again in your sleeping bag but the weakness in your body persisted. Why? Why were you so weak? You went to bed early, dammit!

A baritone chuckle rings in your ears.

“I apologize for that, dear one. Your lack of strength is due to my actions last night.”

The voice was a shock to your system. You frantically looked around for its origin but couldn’t find it. Your confused actions caused the voice to nearly coo.

“Be not afraid, dear one. I am here, with you. That is why you can hear me.”

Light flooded the tent as what seemed to be a multitude of Links trying to force their way in. Time, thanks to his bulk and armor, was the one who managed to force himself to your side. His grip on your face was almost harsh as he looked over your face with a scrutinizing eye. His hardened scowl made your heart drop into your stomach. Buried fears of the Chain turning on you started to surface as nearly everyone gave you heated glares.

“What did he do? What did Fierce Deity do?” Time questioned as he still held your face, not letting go.

Fierce Deity- of course, how could you forget? Your panic that night as you rolled over and into an awaiting mask. The fear as he grabbed onto your mind despite his gentle tone.

“The mask… I… I rolled over and then it was on my face,” You answer meekly, unsure of what words to use because Time looked like he was about to blow a fuse. Anxious and a little frightened by the Old Man, you rambled on. “I swear that I put it on the other side of the tent! I promise I would never put on the mask like that! I-I… I… I’m going to ask you to unhand their face, Hero of Time. Scaring them will not grant you answers.”

Time let go of your face like it would burn him. A few of the boys behind him instinctively reached for their swords but paused. Even with the blank, white eyes staring back at them, this was still their friend’s face.

“What have you done? Why have you possessed (Name)? How?!” Wars interrogated Fierce Deity as he stared back at him.

“I have not truly possessed them. I merely created a bridge between our minds. It will not let me control them like this for much longer. I can only do so because it is still… fresh,” Fierce Deity explains, a ghost of a smile present in his voice.

“Really now? I don’t believe that for a second! Why else would you create this mental bridge if not to have them as a vessel?” Wild piped up as he tried to get close to his friend’s body. He failed to do so as Time practically shielded you from him.

“Personal reasons. I needn’t explain them to you, but I will assure you that I will not harm them. No, I would never force these innocent hands to slaughter. Not unless they were without choice,” Fierce Deity claims. As he speaks, he rubs your hands together as if enthralled with how gentle they felt compared to the calloused and aching hands he was used to guiding.

“And what, in your mind, is ‘without choice’?” Time pressed, grabbing your hands with a scowl.

“Conflict follows this group like a pack of starving wolves. There have been many times where death nearly sunk its teeth into their neck. Times I wish they would have donned the mask so that I could protect them and get them to safety. Unfortunately, they still believed in the half-truths you all told them were the full truth,” Fierce Deity rumbles as he stares down at Times grip with a less than pleased expression.

“I am not comfortable with what you’ve done to our friend. I don’t know if any of us may grow used to or comfortable with this, but… we also have no way to remove you from them. That does not mean we will not look or try. Don’t grow comfortable with this… this bond. It. Will. Not. Last,” Time threatens as he doesn’t bother to hide his disgust or displeasure. With a motion, he orders everyone else to leave. The Chain leaves the tent one by one, but not before speaking their mind. Once alone together again, Fierce Deity lets his hold slip. One or more of the heroes would come back, with more questions, and they would do so soon. So he would enjoy this little break while he had it.

“They are gone for now, dear one. No doubt they will return shortly, so let us enjoy this piece of quiet while we can.”

You lay on your side, feeling dizzy from Fierce Deity suddenly grabbing the reigns of your mind. Although he backed off once the Chain left the tent, his presence within was close. It was almost as if he was laying behind you, wanting to wrap his arms around you. Wanting to hold you close and only stopped by his lack of physical form.

“I am glad you do not have a heightened sense of smell. Their worry, rage, and envy- oh their envy- would have burned your nose. Ah, but… let us dwell on that no longer.”

Your hand was puppeteered to reach down to your side. Your were made to unclasp the mask from your belt and bring it up close to your face. Rather than putting it on, Fierce Deity touched his “face” against yours. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and almost mouth to mouth.

“Mmm… so soft, as always. If I had need for sleep as you do, then I would not rest unless this is the sight that’s before me. And even then, I may be too enchanted to close my eyes.”

Phantom hands rubbed at your arms, your back, and then your cheek. They weren’t real, but with Fierce’s control of your imagination, they were. And you prayed that is was his influence, and not your own heart, that found it comforting and warm. You wanted to push back and take control but, due to the “fresh” nature of your bond, you would likely be at the mercy of the god for days.

“Rest, dear one. Rest your mind and body, you must still recover from our bonding last night.”

Those phantom hands circled around you and you feel as though you’re caged in an embrace.

“I will deal with the heroes should they come to disturb you. Know that I will not let them part us- not unless they’re looking to stir my rage.”

A kiss. It wasn’t real- it wasn’t, but the rough lips upon your forehead tempted your heart to will that they were.

“And I promise that one day, we will not have to rely on this spiritual bond. No, I will make up for these ethereal affections tenfold when I find out how to return to the material plane. No matter how long it takes. Not that we must worry about that, after all. Our time together… will be eternal.”

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The next few days were perhaps the most tense you’ve ever experienced. Fierce Deity was a constant presence in your head, even as the bond between the two of you settled. He wasn’t chatty, but just rather curious and inquisitive. When he wasn’t asking questions about you, he was observing. He seemed to derive an almost twisted form of happiness whenever he saw how on edge everyone was around you now . He assured it was out of jealousy of him, not fear or hatred towards you. Were it actually out of new found ill-will… no, you weren’t going to imagine what the god would have in store for them.

True to his word, his hold over your mind lessened the more the bond settled in. No longer would you feel phantom hands wrapping around your own or resting on your shoulder. No longer would it feel like a large body was laying behind your own every night you fell asleep. No longer would it be his voice on your tongue to shoo away the boys should they do wrong in the war god’s eyes. No longer did it feel like he was breathing down your neck every waking moment.

In an attempt to hinder the god’s mysterious motives, you were quickly relieved of the mask he was bound to. It was once again on Time’s hip- now covered and tied up in cloth. Honestly, you were surprised it wasn’t buried into the storage of Wild’s Sheika Slate to create even more distance. Even with what happened, it seemed that Time didn’t have it in him to simply discard the mask. Perhaps he hoped to keep the deity in check, like he had done before you accidentally stirred the entity into action.

And it would seem that that is exactly what Fierce planned on him doing.

It was supposed to be a quiet night. The area was secure, dinner was cooking in the pot, and everyone but Time was idling around the fire. Wind chatted with you about every and anything that came to mind which pushed your focus onto the young man. With your distance from the mask and not thinking about Fierce, you felt nothing from the bond. You felt calm for the first time in awhile and everyone seemed to feel the same.

“Any idea when the Old Man is gonna be back?” Wars asks aloud, looking for nearly anyone to answer him.

“Soon. Dinner’s almost done and he’s not one to miss it. At least when I’m cooking,” Wild hums. It was a simple answer to a simple question, so no one said anything else. Still, it unnerved you. Time sought to set an example, so potentially being late to dinner was unlike him. Curious, you probed on the bond connecting you to Fierce. Even if he’d huff at you checking up on another man before him, you knew you’d get an answer. You always got an answer.

…

“I’ll look for him,” You state as you get up and walk off in the direction of where you last saw Time. Your sudden decision startled the boys and your nervous, almost haunted, expression did nothing to soothe them.

“Then I’m going with you. I don’t want you to getting close to him,” Twilight announces as he catches up to you. His tone left you with no room for an argument but you weren’t going to.

Not when Fierce was being eerily quiet.

You and Twilight took careful steps through the forest as he tried to retrace Time’s path. You both would stop and listen to the ambient sounds of the forest whenever something sounded off. The constant stopping and going only ramped up your nerves further as it kept punctuating Fierce’s refusal to communicate.

“I’m sure we’ll get an explanation when we find him. If you ask me, he might just be getting some alone time. He always does seem to have a lot on his mind,” Twilight piped up as he led you through the woods. The man offered a small smile but the strain on his face wasn’t lost on you. “Any word from him?”

“No. Nothing. It’s like… like there’s no bond at all,” You reply. “Ever since the incident, it’s never been like that. If anything, Fierce always made an effort to feel ‘present’.”

“Maybe… he’s also taking a break?” Twilight suggested, trying to be the optimistic. You shoot him a look and that optimism is quick to falter. Twilight doesn’t give up and faces you with an uneasy smile. He gently places his hands on your shoulders and rubs them a little. You feel that it comforts him more than you. “C’mon, think about it. You’ve said that he’s not as violent as we believe him to be, so m-”

“Remove your hands from them, Hero of Twilight.”

The air is squeezed from your lungs as Twilight suddenly pulls you into a shielding embrace. His fur pelt partly blocks your vision, but you can make out an imposing silhouette between the trees. How did the both of you not notice him?

Fierce Deity was striking. He has to at least be seven feet tall and he was clad in armor similar to Time’s but it was a steely silver, not gold. The armor was lined with white fur with an abundance of it on his collar. Long, flowing locks of white swayed in the night time breeze. Fierce’s silver-gray eyes were framed by strong and downturned brows. His stare was… intense, to say the least. But your eyes weren’t on his. No, you were focused on finding out why there were splatters of blood on him.

“What did you do?!” Twilight growled. “Where’s Time? What did you do to him?!”

“I won’t ask again, Hero of Twilight. Release them,” Fierce commanded as he began to walk towards the both of you. Twilight only seemed to tighten his hold in response. This was going to end up being ugly unless you did something.

“Stop!” You exclaim as you try and fail to wrestle yourself out of Twilight’s hold. Both men head your order but the tense atmosphere doesn’t dissipate. You shoot Twilight a glare but the hero returns it as he shakes his head. True to his word from earlier, he wasn’t about to let you get close to the god of war.

A strangle cough breaks the silence as someone stumbles through the brush. Thanks to the golden armor, you knew exactly who it was.

“Oh god, Time!” You exclaim as the older man leans against a tree for support. His face is banged up and actively dripping blood. His armor was smeared with the red liquid as if he had been trying to wipe off the blood over and over again. Blood bubbled up from Time’s lips as he tried to gurgle out words. The pathetic sight was enough to shock Twilight into action as he let go of you and zipped towards the injured man.

“Ancestor! What happened?! What did he do to you?” Twilight questions as he supports the bloodied man. More gurgles and grunts leave the man’s mouth as he tries to answer the younger man’s questions. It’s clear to all present that Time is in no shape to answer questions despite the desperate need for it.

“Take him back to camp and have him healed up,” You order. The order earns you a stern shake of the head from both Twilight and Time, but you refused to budge. “Now, Twilight! I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Go take care of him,” Fierce chimes in as he looks back to the two men. “No harm shall befall them. You have my word.”

With a tough choice to make, you can see the exact moment when a hero’s instinct takes over Twilight. He lifts up Time and barrels through the forest back to the camp. In the blink of any eye, you’re suddenly left alone with the very person who had to have harmed Time. You’re so out of your league in the current situation that you probably couldn’t even see the playing field on the horizon, but you weren’t about to back down.

“My dear-”

“What did you do to him?” You confront as you stand up as tall as you can. It’s nothing compared to the towering deity, but you weren’t about to let that stop you. Fierce seems amused by your actions. He leisurely walks towards you with his hands by his sides and a small smile on his face.

“Nothing too rash, my dear. Just a broken nose and some scraps to the face. Head wounds tend to bleed quite a lot, as you know,” Fierce answers vaguely.

“Why did you hurt him?” You continue to question as you start to back up. You wanted to keep distance between the both of you in case you had to turn heel and run. Not that’d you’d get very far, but you could only hope.

“I didn’t mean to hit him hard. He came at me and I punched him, simple as that,” Fierce assured as he continued his approach. “Surely, my dear, you believe me? You know I would not hurt another without reason.”

“The mask- how did you escape the mask?” You press as you do your best to keep your distance.

“That wooden prison was old and ready to crack. I never saught to free myself from its binds as there was little in this world that tempted me forward. Well, little until you came around. Ah, I still recall how gently you held me in your hands that night…” Fierce hummed as he closed in. It didn’t take long for him to corner you against a tree. Frozen against the trunk, you could no longer keep space between the two of you. Fierce leaned down and grabbed your hands with his own. He pressed them against his face and he stares straight into your eyes.

“Hello, (Name), I’m the one they call the Fierce Deity. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Words evaded you, as did action. You didn’t pull away nor did you do anything else than having allowed Fierce guide your actions. The god chuckles at your frozen deer response as he moves his hands under your arms and lifts you up. You cringe as he holds you close and blood seeps into your clothes and the smell of iron assaults your nose. Fierce nuzzles against your cheek and buries his strong nose into your shoulder. In your shock, you can’t tell if he kisses your shoulder or if it’s just your imagination.

“YOU BASTARD!”

A growl reverberates through you as Fierce grits his teeth. His embrace tightens as he turns to face a small group of men. A near foaming at the mouth Legend leads the party of enraged me. Upon seeing you in the grasp of the deity, the rabid man refrains from attacking but it’s clear he’s waiting for his opening. A similarly enraged Sky, Four, and Wars follow behind him and a snarling Wolfie is quick to catch up with the group.

“Quell your tongue, Veteran. They’re already stressed enough,” Fierce huffs as he rubs a hand up and down your back.

“Then let them go! Can’t you see that you’re scaring them even further?” Sky argues as he adjusts his grip on the Master Sword. Unlike Legend, he’s not still on his feet as he begins to move in an attempt to flank Fierce. Wars and Wolfie catch onto his plan while Four stays steady beside Legend.

“They are shocked, Hero of the Sky. Their senses are overwhelmed at the moment from tonights events,” Fierce dismisses the claim. He takes his eyes of the men and looks at you. His voice his low and gentle when he addresses you. “Correct, my dear? You know I’d never want to harm or scare you.”

You shrink away from Fierce and refuse to look him in the eye. The actions draw out a sigh from the god but he doesn’t force a response out of you. Instead, you feel yourself sway with his body as he begins to move. There are shouts and orders from the other men to stay still but Fierce acts as if they were little more than the surrounding scenery.

“Let’s get you back to camp. You must be hungry after all of this excitement. Can you hold a spoon? I’ll feed you if you can’t,” Fierce murmurs to you as he walks. You nod in response and the god sighs again. “Come now, my dear, what has happened to that beautiful voice of yours? Do not tell me you’re so mad at me that you’d cut me off from such sweet melodies?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

Fierce slows to a stop. You can practically feel the puzzled expression radiating off of his face.

“My dear? What are you talking about?”

“Why are you calling me ‘my dear’?” You repeat as you pull away from Fierce’s shoulder. You can see his face scrunch up at your remark. You also see the men who confronted him following close behind.

“Because you are dear to me, (Name). You treated me fairly and sweetly, like I was a man- not a mask. You’ve told me more than what you’ve told anyone else. You always seemed happy to be near me for the longest time. Even after my brash actions that night, you still didn’t entirely recess into fear,” Fierce answers with a strong tone. “You may not realize it, but that is very important to me. You are very important to me and by the Golden Three do I intend on making that clear.”

Fierce resumes his large gait back to the camp. When he arrives, the reception is chilly. No one moves for their weapons but nor does anyone stay far away from them. Finally, Fierce sets you down onto the ground. You slump down to the soil below you as you take in deep breaths, unaware of how shallow your breathing had been before.

“Get a bowl of food ready- and don’t be skimpy,” Fierce orders as he stares down Wild. Wild grumbles something you can’t make out but he portions out a bowl for you. Fierce takes the portion from the cook before he can even leave the pot to give it to you. He settles himself by your side before shifting you into his lap. A spoon is brought up to your lips before you can argue. At the very least, Wild’s cooking never disappoints.

“Getting comfortable?” A rough voice breaks through the ambience of the night. A now healed but still beaten up Time stares down Fierce without a shred of fear. You immediately notice that he has both eyes open, and they’re both normal. Not to mention the fact that his face was now free from markings.

“Very,” Fierce curtly replies. He doesn’t bother to face Time as he’s focused on feeding you. The deity coos at you as your mouth is stuffed with food and your cheeks puff up as a result. The actions from the towering entity is… strange and off-putting to all present. The boys are stuck between glaring at the deity or cringing at his out of character actions. Fierce couldn't care less.

The evening passed by without much more incident. Everyone was jumpy and gave you and Fierce space despite the expressed distaste towards the new addition. There would be no knight in shining armor for you tonight, so you only hoped that Fierce would keep his word on treating you kindly.

Based on how he clung to you when it was time to go to bed, he seemed only further convinced he needed to assure you of that promise. He had shed his armor so you didn’t have to have metal pressing into you. He had also wrapped you up into a blanket burrito (something he made clear he learned from you and your ramblings) to limit the amount of skin on skin contact between you. He wasn’t blind to his intensity, so he was doing his best to restrain himself. You could only hope he’d keep up the will to do- for everyone’s sake.

“Sleep tight and sweet dreams, my dear,” Fierce whispered as he fiddled with the blanket covering you and stray strands of your hair. “I will be by your side the entire night, should you need me.”

“Okay…” You mumbled out as you wanted to do nothing more than hide away into your blanket. You closed your eyes but no amount of counting sheep would make falling asleep easy. Not with arms caging you to a man ever hungry for even your attention. Ever hungry for even a sliver of affection. By Hylia, what have you gotten yourself into.

“I love you, my dear,” Fierce mumbles as he believes you’re on the brink of falling asleep. “And remember… my love for your is eternal.”

And by the Goddesses, how do you get yourself out?

A wide and fanged smile cracks against the skin of your neck. A dark and hopefully playful chuckle leaves the god of war’s lips.

“You don’t.”

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Secret Cove (Part 5)

Neteyam x Metkayina (oldest daughter of Tonowari, the chief)

Neteyam is 18

Contains: intense scenes, battle, and some Neteyam fluff (ish?)

WARNINGS: Battle with blood, fighting, killing. This is not a light-hearted or easy read. It is emotional so please be aware of that before reading <3

My throat tightens as my feet carry me toward Neteyam. Don’t think about it, I tell myself. Just think about what’s right in front of you. I refuse to cry, not when the whole clan is gathering, readying to fight.

Voices float out of Sully's pod. I don’t bother to stop and listen, I run right inside. Lo’ak looks up in shock. Neteyam is helping Tuk, his back turned towards me.

“Neteyam,” I breathe out, all the emotion I’ve kept bundled up, spills out through my voice. His face whips around and his eyes widen at the sight of me. I don’t react or say hello, I just throw my arms around his neck and pull him into me. His arms circle around me, grasping me in a tight embrace.

He pulls back and places his hands on both sides of my face. His worried eyes peer into mine as he rubs soothing circles on my face. “What’s wrong?”

I take a deep breath. It’s easier to breathe now that I’m with Neteyam. His calming presence gives me the strength to face all the Sully kids. They look at me in alarm. “My mother’s spirit sister, Roa, she’s been murdered. Her and her calf.”

Kiri gasps and places her hand over her mouth as Lo’ak’s mouth falls open. Tuk grips Kiri’s hand. Neteyam places his hand on my shoulder comfortingly, his hand tightening on my skin. He knows what the murder of Tulkun means to me. And for it to be my mother’s… “I’m so-”

“There’s more,” I interrupt. “The whole clan wants to go to battle. Jake is out there trying to stop them. We must hurry.”

Neteyam nods, immediately switching into fight mode. Lo’ak tenses up beside him. “What about Tsireya?”

“She’s okay. Now, come on,” I reply and grab Neteyam’s hand. His fingers instantly intertwine with mine. We sprint out of the pod. Shouts and hollers crack through the air as we race towards the commotion. All the Sully kids follow behind me, none of them saying anything.

Nerves bubble up in my stomach as the clan comes into view. Neteyam’s hand stays proudly in mine, neither of us caring if the whole clan knows. I look at him, my nervousness and guilt clear on my face. He squeezes my hand and nods slightly as if to say, we’re in it together. My heart swells for a moment, thankful that he is here.

The moment is quickly gone though. The entire clan is gathered and all of them are screaming battle cries. The tops of my parent’s and Jake’s heads are visible over the crowd. We need to get closer. As if reading my mind, Neteyam turns to his siblings. “Stay here.”

Jake’s voice carries over the crowd. “The sky people will take everything you love!”

Oh, no. Neteyam and I push into the crowd as they begin to yell angrily at Jake. Neteyam’s shoulders tense up but we keep pushing through the crowd, keeping our hands tightly locked together.

Someone puts their webbed hand out to stop us from moving forward. Neteyam lets out a low, guttural growl. The person’s eyes widen in alarm before recognizing Neteyam and me. The son of Toruk Makto and the daughter of the Olo’eyktan. They move their arm back instantly and we continue on.

“You need to tell the Tulkun to leave!” Jake cries as Neteyam and I finally reach the center of the circle. Jake is holding a strange red object that looks like a large pin. My parents stand in the center, my father observes the clan thoughtfully and my mom looks angry.

She turns to Jake. “They are our brothers and sisters! We will not tell them to leave!”

We move closer to where Jake is standing. Neteyam’s focus is now completely absorbed on the problem in front of him. A few eyes from the clan follow us curiously, noting our conjoined hands.

“If they stay here, they will die.” Jake yells, desperation curling at the sides of his voice. His fingers are wrapped tightly around the strange red object.

The clan erupts into battle cries. Aonung and others stick their tongues out, our traditional call to battle. The hairs on my arms stick up. My clan has battle gear on; they are preparing to fight. The crowd continues to yell at Jake as he steps back and stares pleading at my dad. My dad is contemplating what to do, I can tell by the way he rolls his shoulders.

“Listen to him!” Neteyam yells. The crowd continues to holler, ignoring Neteyam’s request.

“LISTEN!” I scream with a sharp voice. My father turns to me in surprise before lifting his arms to silence the clan. Everyone stops cheering immediately. I look at Neteyam, his face full of determination, and squeeze his hand.

A thankful look quickly passes over his face before he continues. “My father knows the sky people. Listen to him! He knows how they are.”

My father crosses his arms, his eyes catching on our interlocked hands. He stares at Neteyam before looking at Jake. Neytiri twitches from behind Jake as she observes the scene.

“Look,” Jake begins. He turns so he can face the whole clan. “This is about saving their lives. Isn’t that the most important thing? Saving lives?”

This time the clan is silent. No one hoots or hollers, they all look to my father, waiting for him to speak. My heart pounds in my chest as I pray he will listen to reason. Neteyam watches Jake nervously. I rub my fingers along the back of his hand, letting him know that I am proud of him.

“Tell the Tulkun,” my dad says. He takes the red object from Jake and lifts it above his head. “Tell them that if they are struck with one of these, that they are marked for death.”

The clan bursts into activity, people dive into the water while others grab ilus. Relief floods through me and then Joala comes to mind. My spirit sister. I have to warn her. Neteyam’s eyes search through the flurry of people.

“Nete,” I say. “I have to warn Joala.”

“I have to find Lo’ak. That skxawng is going to try and tell the outcast.”

I hate having to say it but I do anyway. “Okay, so we can meet back here after.”

“Yes.” He nods slowly, clearly not liking the idea either. “We’ll meet back here.”

We separate hands. Mine feels suddenly cold without his holding it. He places his fingers against my cheek and quickly leans in, placing a soft kiss against my lips. My stomach flutters slightly and all the commotion fades away, like it’s just us. We pull back after just a moment, both of us knowing we have things to do. He caresses my cheek once more before taking off and disappearing into the crowd.

I turn, my lips tingling, and dive into the water. My people swim all around me, even small children are in the water, nervously watching their parents swim towards the Tulkun. I catch the eye of one of the kids and sign to them. ‘It will be okay.’

They nod at me and seem to relax. I think once more of Neteyam as I swim off. I hope he finds Lo’ak and all goes smoothly. I’ll see him and his beautiful golden eyes soon. Now, I push all those thoughts out of my mind and call for Joala.

~~~

Finding Joala was more difficult than I thought it would be but I finally found her. She was anxious in the midst of all the chaos and it took some convincing to calm her down and tell her to leave. After a hug and some tears, she finally did. I’d rushed back to the village, searching frantically for Neteyam, my siblings or any of the Sully kids, but they were all gone.

I didn’t start panicking until now. I’m standing in the doorway of my family's pod, my parents staring at me with confused looks.

“What’s wrong?” My dad asks.

“I can’t find them,” my voice shakes. A million thoughts race through my mind. Neteyam and my siblings. Where are they? My dad stands up, worrying lines creasing his forehead. My mother opens her mouth to speak when Jake rushes in the doorway, followed by Neytiri.

“Our kids are under attack. They’re helping a Tulkun.” Jake says quickly, clearly stressed. Neytiri grips her bow. My mom hisses and grabs her spear. My dad pauses, studying the seriousness of Jake’s face, before calling out to the village.

“I need a battle group ready. The sky people have come.”

The village once again bursts into activity. Adults grab their battle weapons and dive into the water. Jake and Neytiri run out of the tent followed by my mom. I grab my knives and spear from next to my cot.

“I don’t think you should come,” my dad says flatly as he picks up his own weapons.

I stare at him, conveying all of my emotions through my eyes. “It’s Tsireya and Aonung,” I say. “And Neteyam.” My dad tilts his head to the side as I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m going and you cannot stop me.”

He slings his weapons over his shoulder and rushes out of the pod. “Then you better hurry.”

~~~

Payakan is destroying the ship. He’s rolling around, wrecking havoc and giving just enough time for my people to engage. My father gives a battle cry and the entire clan surges forward. I grip my ilu, searching the water’s for Neteyam’s braids. I shove out all my nerves and fear, letting the icy calmness of battle settle into my veins.

I swim on the outside of the group, watching as my clan begins to engage with the sky people. Where could Neteyam be? I know my sister is onboard but I can’t save her alone. Or could I? The watership is large, at least twenty armed men stand around my sister and the Sully’s.

Gun shots, cries, and yells fill the air. The battle is really beginning. My people shove their spears into the enemies as they shoot back. I guess I’ll have to try and save Tsireya myself. I take a deep breath and go underwater.

I swim beneath the waves, far below the commotion. White waves scatter on the surface as people and bullets fly through the water. I focus on keeping my heart rate slow. I’m about fifteen feet from the ship when a hand grips my arm.

I whip around, tightening my grip on my spear to find Neteyam floating beside me on an ilu. My entire body relaxes. He’s safe. My Neteyam is safe. He has a small cut on his arm but other than that he seems fine. He smiles softly at me, letting me know he’s happy to see me too.

‘Are you ok?’ Neteyam signs.

I nod and point to the ship above. We both need to get up there and save our siblings. He understands me immediately and motions for me to follow him. We work our way easily through the commotion under the water. I seem to know his every move before he does it like we’re connected and working from the same mind. Even in the midst of battle, I feel so much safer when I’m next to him.

We reach the edge of the ship where a piece of metal hangs down. We break the surface, I survey the water making sure no attackers are coming as he pulls the metal rail down. Our ilu’s swim off and Neteyam faces me, his eyes intensely focused.

“You first,” he says as he slips his hands under my arms and hauls me up. I grip the metal railing and begin to climb. “Wait for me at the top,” Neteyam calls over the commotion of battle. “I’ll go over first in case anyone is there.”

Once I reach the top, I immediately climb over, ignoring his plea to go first. I don’t want to risk him being hurt just for my safety.

“Don’t!” He yells forcefully as he realizes what I’m doing.

My feet hit the deck softly, I check both ways. “All clear!”

Neteyam pulls himself over the ledge and glares at me. “You were supposed to wait.”

I wink at him, causing him to roll his eyes playfully. He grabs my arm, his hand hot against my skin, and we run down the edge of the ship. Tsireya, Tuk, and Lo’ak are all tied to the outer railing. Neteyam and I begin to sprint the second we see the outlines of their bodies.

Tsireya sees me and her face breaks into a wide grin. We finally reach them, both of us panting. Neteyam pulls out a knife and cuts Tsireya free. She breaks out of her bonds and instantly throws her arms around me. I pull her tightly against me, feeling the familiar curl of her soft hair. “Sister,” I say. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

She pulls back from me, a tear running down her face. “I knew you’d come.”

“Need some help, mighty warrior?” Neteyam’s voice floats over to us. I fight the urge to scoff at him. Even at times like this, he is teasing his brother. Lo’ak mumbles something back to Neteyam before rolling his eyes. Tuk stands nervously beside us and rubs her sore wrists. Tsireya reaches out to hold her hand. Once Lo’ak is cut free I turn to leave, the girls following behind me.

“Wait,” Lo’ak’ says. “They’ve got Spider.”

Neteyam freezes. My heart drops. He looks at me and the girls, an unreadable expression on his face. “We have to leave this ship.”

“No. We have to go back for him,” Lo’ak pleads.

Neteyam curses under his breath before looking at Lo’ak and nodding. Lo’ak bends down and picks up a gun. Neteyam turns back to us. He rushes up to me and grabs my hands. I begin shaking my head, unsure of what’s happening but knowing it isn’t good.

“Neteyam, don’t leave.”

“I’ll see you right after this.”

“No. Come with us.”

“I can’t.” Neteyam looks back at Lo’ak who’s waving at him to hurry. “I have to do this.” He squeezes my hands once more before looking at Tuk and Tsireya. “Take care of our sisters, ocean girl.” He turns and follows Lo’ak.

“Nete!” I call after him. The wall of calmness I’d felt earlier is cracking. Now that he is gone, I can feel the panic sinking in.

“Sister?” Tsireya asks cautiously. Tuk looks up at me with big, scared eyes. Their expressions snap me back to reality.

“Come on.” I say, grabbing both their shoulders and pushing them forward, “We have to get off this ship.”

~~~

Take care of our sisters, ocean girl.

I wasn’t able to do it. Tuk turned back for Kiri, I tried to stop her. I sent Tsireya away and followed Tuk onto the ship but it was no use. They threw me off and kept her. I panicked, knowing I couldn’t save her alone. I dove back into the water and swam off for help.

Now, I’m treading water searching for anyone. I don’t see Jake or Neytiri, they must be engaged in their own fight. My heart pounds against my chest and I chew on my lip. This is turning into a disaster. Someone waves at me from a large rock a little ways away. It’s Tsireya. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I swim to her.

“My sister,” Tsireya exclaims as I climb onto the slick rock. I almost slip on the wetness of the rock but she quickly steadies me with her hand. “Where’s Tuk?”

I shake my head, guilt and shame wrapping around my brain. All I was supposed to do was protect her. And I couldn’t do it. “They took her. Kiri and her are on the ship,” my voice comes out strained, barely more than a whisper.

Tsireya gasps softly before reaching out and tucking a piece of fallen hair behind my ear. “We’ll go back for them once the boys arrive. It’ll be alright”

I nod at her, wanting to believe her hopeful words. She is right, I will go back for those girls. I will not fail Neteyam. I repeat these words to myself, trying to calm my nerves. Tsireya watches me worriedly.

“Help!” Lo’ak’s voice cuts through the air. I freeze. All my thoughts vanish from my mind. Lo’ak and Aonung are holding onto an ilu, swimming quickly towards us. The sides of my vision begin to darken as I notice a figure lying across Lo’ak’s lap. Who is that? The boys reach the rock. Tsireya and I bend down to help them up. The figure’s head lolls back. Blood is spread across their chest. Their breathing is coming out in ragged spurts. His golden eyes look into mine. I inhale sharply, feeling the world tilt right before me. It’s Neteyam.

My hands immediately wrap around his body as I help heave him onto the rocks. I can’t think. There’s no way. Neteyam is too good. Too pure. He lays on the rocks, coughing with each breath. I grab his hand and squeeze. His eyes bore into mine, full of pain and fear.

“Nete,” I whisper. “You’re going to be fine.”

He doesn’t respond. His hand is limp in mine as he continues to watch me. He coughs again, splaying blood across the rocks. Lo’ak kneels beside me.

“What’s going on?” Jake asks. Neytiri is right there, her bow in hand and her face in shock. Jake runs up the rock and sits next to Neteyam. He lifts Neteyam off the rock like a doll, and he looks at his back. A bullet has gone through his body, right through his chest.

A strangled gasp comes out of me. My hands begin to shake violently. Nete. His gaze becomes lazier like it’s harder for him to focus.

“Put some pressure on him!” Jake says to Lo’ak as Neytiri sinks down to her knees beside her oldest son.

Lo’ak places his hands on Neteyam’s wound. His eyes swimming with tears and his mouth pressed into a shaking frown. My ears begin to ring. I can’t hear anything other than a high pitched ring. The only thing I can see is Neteyam’s face, caked with dirt and blood.

He inhales sharply and smiles at me before grunting like the action took a lot of effort and was painful. I start to shake my head. I know exactly why he gave me that smile. He’s telling me it’s okay. He’s trying to comfort me during this time. I squeeze his hand harder but he turns away and faces his parents. I can’t breathe, it’s like all the air in the world is being sucked right out. “Nete, no,” I beg so lightly that no one hears me.

“I want to go home,” Neteyam says to Jake before coughing. Jake places his hands on Neteyam with a tortured look on his face.

“We’re going home,” Jake replies. “You’re going home, buddy.”

Neteyam opens his mouth to say more when a terrible sound escapes his lips. It’s a quiet sound, him breathing out, but the edges of his breath are rough, like it came from the depths of his lungs and is the last breath he has. Then, silence. It’s completely quiet. Neteyam isn’t moving. And he isn’t breathing.

This isn’t happening. My whole body shakes. Jake closes his eyes. Neytiri stares in disbelief. She crawls forward and takes Neteyam’s bleeding body into her arms. I let go of his hand, feeling the softness of his fingers, the familiar curve of his hand, slip right out of my grasp. Neytiri bends over his face, touching him, trying to find his soul. She leans her head back and lets out a gut-wrenching, grief-stricken moan, one that came from deep within her. A moan only a mourning mother could produce.

He’s really gone. My body begins to shake violently. My whole head is throbbing, my hands can’t stay still. And I can’t think or hear. I vaguely feel someone place their hands on me. Tsireya. I push her away, unable to understand or process anything. The high pitched thrill fills my senses. I’m going to pass out. Then wake up and this will all be a terrible, terrible dream.

But I look over and see Neytiri, tears flooding down her face, her mouth open in another tortured scream, and Jake beside her, trying to talk to her. My throat tightens up, so tight I can’t breathe. Lo’ak sits back on his heels, staring down at his bloody hands. Neteyam’s blood. It isn’t a dream. This is real.

I want to scream but my throat is too tight. Neteyam: so full of life and adventure, always joking, always taking care of his family, never afraid of a new challenge. My first love. My love. I’m choking, choking on grief and terror. I’m drowning in my own thoughts when Jake’s voice infiltrates my brain.

“Strong heart.” He says to Neytiri.

I pause. The high pitched ringing slowly falls quiet. She said you have a strong heart.

My heart clenches at the memory. Neytiri stands up with lethal calm and flies off towards the ship. Jake dives into the water, following her.

My vision becomes more focused as I stare at the ship. I can hear again. Tsireya is trying to talk to Lo’ak and me. My pain turns to rage. Not rage in the yelling and screaming sense, but a rage that makes me calm. A kind of calmness I’ve never felt before.

I think of Neteyam’s eyes; his intense gaze, his playful one, his loving one. We are good, she makes me happy

I stand up slowly and grab my spear. Tsireya watches me with wide eyes, instantly understanding what I intend to do.

“I’m leaving. Stay here.” I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice. Flat and unattached.

Tsireya shakes her head quickly. She jumps to her feet and rushes towards. “Oh, sister, please. Please, don’t.”

Her pleads tug at my heart. But it isn’t enough. Kiri and Tuk are on that ship. I will not fail Neteyam. Not now. “I will be back.”

Tsireya keeps shaking her head but doesn’t try to stop me again. I dive off the rock and call for an ilu.

I’m not scared or nervous. I know what I want to do. And I will do it. I refuse to think of Neteyam’s body and the blood. I will remember him as he was to me. Smirking at me when he teased me. Laughing with his brother. Helping his sister.

I reach the ship. The night sky looms above me. I wonder where his ikran is. All those nights we spent up there… His voice floats through my mind. Are you scared, ocean girl?

The ship is creaking. Water is rushing up on all sides. It’s going to sink soon, I don’t have long. Fire spreads along the outer ring of the ship, heating my skin. Jake must have set off an explosion.

I press myself against the metal wall and go closer to the fire. Neytiri’s battle scream pierces the air, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight. I start to run, heading towards the sounds of battle.

I reach the clearing and peer over. Neytiri is surrounded by sky people, all of them with guns but she isn’t losing. She’s tearing each person apart bit by bit. Fighting with such lethal grace that I’m awestruck by the terror and beauty of her.

I close my eyes and breathe in.

I see Neteyam laughing, such a beautiful sound. My favorite sound. We already broke two rules, what’s a few more?

His bravery and the way his face would change when he defended his family or me. And I would do it again.

My breath hitches and my heart splinters. I see Neteyam’s face in my mind. How the warm fire casted an orange glow onto him. How his eyes were bright with excitement and his voice was filled with dreams. I want to experience everything in the world. And I want to experience it with you.

He won’t get to. We won’t get to. My eyes snap open. A furious rage takes over my breaking heart, muddling out all the sadness. I scream. I let out the loudest battle cry and sprint into the clearing.

Bullets and cries shoot through the air as I stab my spear into a sky person. They groan and fall down. Neytiri looks at me for a quick moment before continuing to fight. I hardly register what I’m doing, I just move and strike. Move and dodge. Move and kill.

The sounds of battle fall deaf against my ears. I’m laser focused on each sky person, making my way deeper into the ship. A bullet flies right past my ear. I spin around and shove my spear into the sky person’s chest. Their eyes fill with fright before they fall limp. Perhaps I should feel guilty, but I don’t. The memory of Neteyam’s eyes keeps me going.

Finally, I see an opening that goes inside the ship. I sprint through it, hearing Neytiri’s screams fade. Tuk and Kiri are tied up against the railing. Tuk’s face brightens when she sees me.

I rush over to them and kneel down, noticing for the first time all the cuts and dirt that cover my skin. I yank out a knife from my pocket and begin to cut Tuk loose.

Kiri whips her head towards me at the sound of my knife hitting Tuk’s bonds. “Wait!” Kiri cries panickedly. “It’s a trap!”

I don’t have time to register her words. A gunshot goes off. The piercing sound echoes through the small space. I fly backwards, a burning pain shoots through the right side of my chest. My knife clatters against the ground uselessly. I land painfully on the metal ground, the breath completely knocked out of me.

“No!” Tuk screams.

The pain in my chest is nearly unbearable. I try to sit up but I can’t. The burning sensation spreads through my whole body. I turn my head to the side. Kiri and Tuk stare at me in horror.

“This ain’t who I was lookin’ for.” An unfamiliar voice says. An avatar saunters into my view. I try to turn my head to get a better look but it’s too painful. The avatar walks towards me, I can feel the vibration of his footsteps against the metal floor. I open my mouth to speak but no sound comes out.

“Guess I’ll have to keep waiting.” The avatar states. He bends down right in front of me so all I can see is his blue face and three long scars against the side of his head. It’s Quaritch. Neteyam told me enough about him. I suck in, using all of my strength, and spit in his face.

Kiri gasps. Quaritch doesn’t flinch. He just slowly brings his hand to his face and wipes it off. Breathing is becoming more difficult as the seconds pass. The burning in my chest is turning into stone like there’s a heavy weight on me that I can’t get off.

Quaritch stares at me for a moment before his gaze turns angry. He quickly grabs the sides of my shoulders, yanks me off the ground and throws me far out of the room. The abrupt movement is excruciating. It feels like all the skin in my chest has been ripped open, like a million little knives are stabbing me right in my heart and chest. I hit the ground hard. My head slams into the metal, making my vision go blurry.

I’ve landed in the clearing where the fighting once was. All the sky people lay dead around me. I can’t move. I try to stand but it feels like all my body parts have stopped taking orders from my brain. I try to breathe but it comes out in thick wheezes, hardly absorbing any air.

Quaritch talks to the girls from inside the ship. I want to crawl over and help them but I can’t. My vision is growing darker by the second as I stare at the night sky. I can’t even catch my breath. For the first time since being on the rock, I’m scared.

Hands fall onto my shoulders. All I see are stars until the person bends their head over mine. It’s Neytiri. Her face is filled with emotion from battle and grief. Her eyes fly frantically across my face and body, assessing the damage. I open my mouth to speak but all that comes out are wheezes.

“Shhh,” she whispers, her voice rough from fighting. “It’ll be okay, little one.”

I’m crying. I hadn’t noticed it until now. The tears cover my cheeks in thick, wet droplets. Maybe I’ve been crying this whole time and only just now realized. I shake my head but nothing moves.

I’m about to panic when a sweet sound fills my ears. Neytiri is singing to me. It’s a song I don’t recognize. Maybe one from the forest. I close my eyes. Maybe she sang this song to Neteyam once. My wheezing is slowing down. My chest isn’t rising and falling with the same vigor as earlier, it’s no longer trying to catch a breath.

Neytiri’s voice wraps me in a loving, motherly blanket. She rubs her hands along my shoulders, comforting me. My brain struggles to make any thoughts so I focus on her voice. Until my ears start to ring and then suddenly, they just go silent. I open my eyes. Neytiri is still singing but I can’t hear her. I can’t hear anything.

My chest rises once more. Neytiri’s eyes are the same golden hue as Neteyam’s. I smile at the thought as I let out my last breath.

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The first thing I hear is water. Water rushing down and crashing like some kind of waterfall. I open my eyes, squinting against the sudden brightness. Huge trees sway above me, a vibrant green against the blue sky. Unfamiliar chirps fill my ears, the calls of animals I don’t recognize.

I sit up slowly. I’m lying in the middle of the forest. Trees and greenery completely surround me. I brush my webbed fingers against the soft ground, feeling the dirt and grass. My hand flies to my chest, remembering the pain I was in.

There is nothing there but smooth skin. No pain. I inhale slowly. Where am I?

Splashing comes from where I assume the waterfall is. I can’t see it through the trees but something tells me to go towards the sound. I rise to my feet, testing out my legs, feeling my body. It all feels the same. I take in every sight as I walk, noticing the different plants and animals as the dirt sticks between my toes.

The greenery suddenly gives away to a small pond where a waterfall cascades down. Green shrubs cover the ground beside the water, full of flowers and vines that hang over various rocks. Small fish swim leisurely in the pond as wildlife chirp happily in the trees. My heart swells at the beautiful view as my eyes focus on the person standing in the center of the pond.

His dark blue back is to me. His braids fall forward as he studies the water, searching for a fish to catch with a spear clasped between his familiar fingers. A smile finds its way onto my lips. He slams the spear down into one of the fish and pulls it out of the water. He examines the fish proudly, his golden eyes full of life.

“Nete,” I say. “Forest boy.”

He looks up, his mouth slightly open. He throws his spear to the side, forgetting completely about the fish, and runs up to me. I can’t breathe. I’m too scared this isn’t real. His strong arms encircle me, warmth spreads through my whole body as his scent fills my nose: pine and seawater. It’s Neteyam.

I cough out a laugh of disbelief and throw my arms around his neck. He squeezes me closer to him like he’s trying to meld us into one person. I reach my hands into his hair and entangle his braids with my fingers, feeling his being. He’s here.

I don’t let go of him and he keeps his arms around me. We cling to each other with everything we have. All my pain and confusion vanishes. I know where I am. I know what’s happened. We’re with our Great Mother. I inhale deeply, smelling his scent again and feeling his chest against mine. We’re together.

He pulls back slowly. I retract my hands and place them along the sides of his face. He stares into my eyes, his golden eyes full of love.

“I was so happy to be back home. I saw the trees. I saw the ikran. I saw everything but it didn’t feel right,” he whispers. He reaches his hand out and smoothes my hair down. “But now you’re here.” He leans forward and places his forehead against mine. “And it feels like home.”

He kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and lean into his embrace. “Now, I’m home,” he says.

I open my eyes and look into his. My heart brimming with emotion. A million words pass between us, everything we went through; all the pain and anger, all our love and passion. I caress his cheek and he tilts his head further into my hand.

I’ve never been to the forest before but I know, deep in my soul, that I am home too. I smile with tears filling my eyes. “We’re both home.”

He kisses me. Our lips brush against each other eagerly, expressing all the things we can’t say. His hands flutter against my neck, guiding my face against his. I relax, letting peace take over my whole being. I kiss him back, thanking the Great Mother that we are together.

After a moment, he pulls back. “Looks like you have some learning to do now, ocean girl.”

“Being Omaticaya can’t be that hard,” I scoff at him playfully.

He reaches around and flicks my tail. I swat at him. “Hey!”

“That won’t do you much good here,” he smirks at my wide tail. “You’ll be like a baby, not knowing what to do.”

I swat his arm again. “I will not, forest boy.”

He laughs. The laugh comes deep from within his gut, a hearty laugh that warms my heart and makes me forget all the dark things that lead me here. He stops and looks at me.

“Good thing you’ll have such a great teacher.” He brushes his shoulder arrogantly.

I roll my eyes. “Oh, whatever.”

He laughs again, happiness coating his features as he watches me. An animal chirp floats through the air. A spike of curiosity shots through me. I look at Neteyam and arch my eyebrow before taking off into the forest.

“Ocean girl!” He calls after me. “Wait up!”

I laugh again, feeling the solid ground beneath my feet and seeing the green leaves from far above me. My new home. I inhale the sweet air as I run deeper into the forest. It reminds me of flying on Nete’s ikran. It feels like freedom and pure peace.

“Woooo!” I cheer. Birds fly off from a nearby tree but I don’t slow down.

“Yea!” Neteyam calls in return from behind me.

We continue running through the trees. Eager to explore our new home. Excited to spend all the time we have together. I smile so hard, my cheeks feel sore. We’ll discover all there is to see in the forest and then we’ll move on.

I turn back and see Neteyam watching the treetops as he runs behind me. There’s a calmness in his stature, one that I’ve never seen before but it fills me with certainty. We are exactly where we are supposed to be: together.

Funeral scene:

That's it!!! Thank you for all the love and support I've received on Secret Cove.

I know a lot of you guys didn't want Neteyam to die but I had a vision for this piece where ocean girl and forest boy would be together with Eywa (I'm sorry if that's depressing or a bad ending, it's just the idea I had)

ALSO PLEASE SEND SUBMISSIONS! I want to keep writing so let me know what you guys want to read. I'll post some happier Neteyam stuff soon :) Thanks again

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redheadspark · 5 months

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Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️

AN - Thanks for the request, anon!

Thanks To You

Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked

Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,”

Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street. The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both. Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was.

The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.

The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her. Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it. You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings. Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.

The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.

You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room. She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor. You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite. It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner. Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.

“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”

“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”

“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed. You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom. He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed. Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.

The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.

Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you. He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have. After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car. He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.

You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened. Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to. Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother. The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.

“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour. Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family. It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”

“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false. But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh. Barry tutted as he shook his head.

“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place. We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“

“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged. You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky. It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better. He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous. He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking. No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother.

Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.

“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”

Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way. He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself. He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body.

So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window. He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support. You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you.

Now it was his turn to return the favor.

The End.

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan x female reader #barry keoghan imagine #barry keoghan x oc #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan angst #fanfiction #writing #my love

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save-the-villainous-cat · 3 months

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Write a hero x Villian snippet using these as ideas? :D I hope you don't mind!

“Don’t go,” the villain whispered and their hand was around the hero’s wrist before the hero’s throat could ultimately tighten. It was cruel to hear just these two words coming from them. As if it wasn’t clear enough that the villain was the only person the hero listened to, as if it wasn’t clear enough that this was too hard already without their enemy begging. “You know, you don’t always have to be a hero.”

The hero smiled sadly and turned towards them.

“Unfortunately, that’s my job,” they said. The villain’s fingertips managed to dig under the hero’s sleeve. Skin touching skin. The villain always did it subconsciously when they were nervous.

A few years ago, their relationship had changed. It turned out that they had a lot in common. A troubled childhood and a messed-up adolescence were just two examples. Every now and then, the hero caught themselves thinking about the villain’s fingers or their voice. Their laugh and their eyes.

It was easy for them to hide their feelings. But they feared they’d never get over them.

“A suicide mission shouldn’t be your job,” they argued. The heaviness of the situation pressed the hero’s chest together and they’d been fighting tears ever since they had reached the villain’s house. “What did the program say? 0.3% chance of survival?”

“Something like that, yeah. But I have no choice. It’s my duty to protect the people. I need to end this, even if it means that I’ll die. I have a responsibility.”

“Bullshit. That’s bullshit.” The villain’s voice quivered. “Your responsibility is to live. That’s your only job right now.”

Again, the hero smiled softly.

“I had always hoped you’d care that much about me,” they admitted. They moved the villain’s hand up to their own cheek and pressed a kiss to their fingertips. “It’s nice to know that I’m not alone anymore.”

“Listen, I am not letting you go. You can’t let yourself be killed in a battle that has absolutely nothing to do with you. Fighting for people you don’t even know, fighting against people you don’t know.” The villain’s voice was still calm. And yet, it was breaking every now and then.

“They’re short on people.”

“I don’t care, I won’t let you leave,” the villain insisted. “Do you think I’m gonna give you up that easily? Do you think I’m gonna watch the love of my life lose their life without doing anything about it?”

The confession was cutting deep into the hero’s flesh. Perhaps it would’ve been easier if the villain hadn’t cared in the first place. But the hero was still playing their assigned role, an endless act that devoured them in the end.

The hero wasn’t supposed to think about themselves and what they wanted. They needed to deliver results, needed to fight crime and help people.

And the villain wasn’t supposed to think about anyone else but themselves. They were supposed to be selfish and think about their own goals of chaos.

“You’re not making this easier.”

“Good,” the villain said. “I’ll surrender, I’ll go to jail, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t go.”

“That’s not my decision to make.” The hero looked at the ground and the tears blurred their vision. It was easy to yearn for a life they’d never have. But grieving one? That was a different kind of pain. “I just came by to say thank you. You’ve taught me all kinds of things. And I think if I had had the chance to live a normal life, making grocery lists with you would’ve been my favourite thing.”

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obsessedwrhys · 10 days

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Hi!!! could you make a headcanon of valen with fem merlin please? I've been searching and there's almost nothing ;; thank you also for making the headcanons of other characters ♡

|| VALEN DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᯓ★ just lots of fluff, reader is fem!! (I'm glad you like my other work ☺)

Despite his good looks and the rumours told by the villagers, he's actually inexperienced with love. He's constantly busy with his duties so he never really felt it was necessary to be in a relationship.

That was when he met you and oh boy did he fall head over heels for you HARD.

At first he didn't think much of it and simply just saw it as a task by Hogan to protect you, but the more you guys spent time together, the more he enjoys being by your side.

He was in denial the moment he realised he had developed feelings for you but he also couldn't deny what his heart wanted. So eventually he just chose to go with the flow.

His behaviour wouldn't change drastically but he does seem to develop a few traits when he came to the conclusion that he had a crush on you.

His eyes would linger on you longer when the group discusses on a topic, his brows relaxed as he's giving you the heart eyes.

And how he was always the first person to check up on you after every battles, making sure you weren't hurt anywhere.

He would also notice little details about you. How you seem to rub your arms when you're awkward or play with your hair when you're bored.

There was this one time he noticed you shivering a bit on the cold night so he offered you his cloak/cape, you thanked him which made his heart swoon but his face hid it with a simple smile.

When your group made it back to Holistone after your eventful journey, he was quick to treat everyone with drinks. It was there where he confessed to you.

Scenario ↴

Everyone had left to chat with their friends and he found you drinking alone at your table. With the opportunity in his hand, he slide into the empty seat beside you.

"You're alone, where are your chipmunk friends?" He'd ask with his arm rested on the chair and the other on the table.

"They left to check out the market" You'd say with both your hands wrapped around your glass.

He eyes your face for a while as he tries to think of the right words to say. He gulps but tried to cover it up by pretending to clear his throat.

"I uh—"

"Your face is red"

"Huh?" His eyes widened, but when he realised there was no way out, he ended up relaxing his face with a defeated sigh.

"I guess nothing bypasses the magister. Not even a knight's feelings..." He'd smile warmly at you when it was your turn to be flustered.

The second you guys started dating, it was huge news to the villagers. They were curious how you managed to catch his eye when all of the women have been trying their hardest to get his acknowledgement.

Some even made up rumours that you might have used a love spell on him.

Throughout the relationship, Valen would definitely be affectionate. Expect lots of flirting and corny jokes.

"You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line"

"Valen go to sleep..."

He's also very open with PDA, nothing too extreme though, just simple things like holding hands and kisses on the cheek or forehead. He just loves to see you smile.

I have a feeling that since you two are dating, it would be easier for Valen to figure out you were Merlin. He wouldn't be mad that you hid it from him but rather he understood your reasons for it. Also, he wouldn't say anything about it until your secret was revealed by Mirael.

He'd just stand there with his hand on the handle of his sword, completely unfazed because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't know that first??

Once your secret was out, expect him to ask lots of questions about your magic.

Like can you give a cat wings?

How does it work?

Could you make him 1 inch taller?

The first time he saw you use your magic outside of battles was when you used it to tie your hair. It baffled him but he had to admit it was fun to watch.

Thats why he would always stare at you all excited whenever you used your magic to do simple tasks. His excuse for his behaviour being "How can I not watch when you look so effortlessly gorgeous 😚"

His petname for you is Dove and this is a headcanon I will defend with all my heart.

He picked the name because he always found doves romantic, the name was easily decided the second you brought love into his life.

I just have a feeling his kisses are playful most of the time but when he's really serious, it'd be the most breathtaking kisses you could ever experience. His hand will always find its place behind your back when you two share the moment.

He definitely adores it when you kiss him too, especially on his cheek where his scar is. He also likes it when you trace your fingers across it because it always help him relax. Your gentle touch soothing his soul from a bad memory.

One more thing. He becomes more protective over you. Not in a bad way though, he knows you can defend yourself with your magic but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try to protect you from the enemy.

He doesn't care if the person is bigger or stronger than him, he'll still draw his sword.

After every fight, you'd always tend to his wounds and even through your complaints at his recklessness, he'd still look at you with genuine love in his gaze.

"You're such an idiot"

"A charming one right?"

He shows you off A LOT. I'm talking like crazy lot. Every conversation he shared with anyone, he's always gonna talk about you several times. It drives Hogan crazy, don't get me wrong, he's happy for you two but he can't seem to get his lovesick head to function.

I make him sound like he's crazy about you (which he kinda is) but it's just he's really proud of you. He's so very supportive of you!! He might even have Chippy and Hammie beat at being your number one fan.

Like hello??? My girlfriend is saving the world here 🙄

Of course, he's a very understanding person. If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, just talk it out with him and he'll make sure it won't happen again.

Now for dates. He likes to take you to the most prettiest spot of Holistone or any places he knows. You guys would just spend time chit chatting or cuddling.

Your personal favourite was when he had managed to plan a picnic for you two on a hill, it was adorable watching him cut the food into smaller slices and then feeding you, it was his way of giving you the princess treatment.

Well he is a knight and it is his duty.

Since he's very affectionate, he can also be a tease. He likes teasing the height difference between you two. He finds it adorable.

"You're so small. Are you sure you're as the myth foretold? The mighty merlin? So cute..." He'd stroke your hair with a smile.

I feel like he'd teach you some skills to defend yourself just in case. He knows your magic is powerful but he's not gonna risk it, not when it comes to you.

The lessons would mostly be basic hand-to-hand combat. There was this one time you managed to beat him in a friendly duel and even though he was going easy on you, he was still proud of you regardless so he showered you with compliments.

Another thing I'd like to add is that he secretly write poems dedicated to you. He's too embarrassed to share them with you so if you ever found out, he thinks he'll actually dig a hole and bury himself alive. He'll only share ONE poem with you once he finishes rereading it for the 19373th time and making sure it's good.

By the way, this man can get jealous. He doesn't like seeing Lorsan get too close to you. Half of the times he'd actually cross his arms without even realising when watching you two talk. You always laugh at his behaviour which he does not appreciate.

"What are you laughing at? I don't see anything funny about it..."

Also did I mention how he smells like white musk?? You know like those scents that you smell and you just feel so in love??? Yeah that.

Honestly... 100/10 BOYFRIEND!!

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reidslovely · 8 months

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When My Time Comes

Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of:gun violence, murder, blood, throwing up, and panic attacks. Suicidal ideation, and a few swear words. Reader goes by the name 'Angel' throughout the story. Slightly supernatural/horror I'm not sure how to take it. Very different than anything I've written before please just hang in there lol. It's also unedited because I wrote it in a one day and wanted to get it out as fast as possible before the inspiration left me.

Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader/OC

Word Count: 5k

Genre: Angst with happy ending

I told y'all Mob!Peter was making a comeback..this is his rebirth. Thanks to Hozier's Work Song.

Please reblog and/or leave a comment instead of liking or hearting this post! Thank you.

There’s an uncomfortable frigid feeling in the room. It’s like that moment when giving a class presentation and everyone is looking dead at the person. Waiting for them to drop because they can tell the speaker doesn’t want to be here, and that they’re waiting for the worst to happen and the other shoe to drop.

“Angel-”

Felicia’s voice carried throughout the room. The legs she stood on grew wobbly, her vision narrowing. A mix of bitter bile and anger grew in her throat as she shot the platinum haired girl a heated look.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me-” She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her. “This is your fault!”

It wasn’t. But it was easier to blame her, the person delivering the blow than it is to blame others.

Harry’s hands grabbed the distraught girl from under her armpits, to keep her from falling and approaching Felicia any closer than she already was. Harry tucked her into his arm, hand flattening out against her back, trying to soothe the heart he knew was breaking. The smell of the iron on his shirt flooded her nostrils, and only provoked more tears. She fought against Harry, who only held tighter.

“I wanna see him. Let me see him. I-”

“Angel, that’s not a good i-”

“Let her, Harry. Let her.” Felicia’s words were soft yet firm. Her lip was tucked in between her teeth as she wiped at her face. Harry looked between the two women, and at Miles who was standing in front of the door. He was fighting his own losing battle, and denying her would put him in his own grave. Once he released the girl, she ran as fast as she could and wobbled up the stairs to the bedroom all the way at the end of the hall. Vision so blurry from anxiety, and tears that she couldn’t even make out May, who'd just left the room shutting the door behind her.

“Angel, you can’t go in there. You shouldn’t. Pete, he wouldn’t want you to see him like this. Just stay out here for a li-”

Usually she’d respect May’s wishes, and listen to her wise words. Angel knew deep in her heart of hearts that she was right. That this was an event that would stick with her for life and couldn’t be treated so loosely. But, her husband, Peter, was sitting on the other side of that door and you needed to see him.

Pushing May aside, nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare her for what laid on the other side of that door.

“Pete.” Her words faltered seeing his entire torso bandaged, a deep red of blood already seeping through the clean white color of the bandages. Angel carried herself as far as she could before dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor to the bed.

“A..Angel.”

Peter’s eyes wouldn’t open, but his voice was somewhat there. Tired and strained, her hands grasped his, as she bowed her head against the memory foam of the death bed. He wasn’t dead. Not yet.

“Shhh, I’m right here.” There was a sense of dread crawling into the bed with him. It’s the same bed they’d shared for years, but it’s different now as he lays dying. Out of pure reflex her hand reaches out, resting on his torso. He’s too weak to even flinch, her hand soaking with his blood. They’d been trying for hours to stop the damage the attack did to his insides.

“It happened all too fast and there were..too many. His body isn’t healing as fast as it usually does.” Felicia’s explanation came back to her. So much for being superhuman. Angel’s head pressed against his temple, as tears trickled down her cheeks hitting his bare collarbone.

“Oh Angel..” Peter whispered, pressing his head back against hers. “Don’t cry over me.”

She shook her head. “‘M not crying Pete, cause you’ll be fine. May gave you more of your blood, and your body is gonna speed up its process. And..and you’re gonna be okay.”

“I’m dying, Angel.”

‘Shut up.”

“No listen okay.” He used what strength he had to open his eyes, looking at her through half lidded eyes. “I am going to die. I know it and you..”

He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth. “You kn-kno-know it.” She wiped the blood off his mouth letting tears fall.

“I love you…so much. You have been..the best part of my life.” She opened her mouth to respond. He closed his eyes again. Bringing his hand to hold her side close to him. “Just..just lay here with me okay?”

His chest rattled with a shaky breath, she hiccuped choking on her sobs. Laying her head against his cold one. She'd always pictured dying in this bed with him. But she thought she’d be older, thought she’d at least have had some kids- some grandkids. Thought it would be both of them on a quiet, average night. One where she’d go to sleep and just never wake up.

Never did she think Peter would be lying here dying at only 31 one years old. Angel knew what Peter did for work was dangerous, deadly even. It killed her father, it killed his uncle. Both knew these actions had consequences. Yet, Peter wasn’t human like everyone else. He had altered DNA from being studied as a kid, from being bit by a spider at seventeen that gave him powers that he used to climb his way up the ladder of organized crime. Yet, those same powers and abilities were what had him lying here fighting to keep going.

“Peter..” She whispered against his cold skin. “Peter.” Nothing. She put her hand over his heart and felt nothing. No warmth, no movement, nothing. Her hands shook, looking around in panic for anything..anyone.

“Peter!”

The yell was louder this time. One that burns the lungs. She shakes him, and shakes him trying to get him back. Starting to attempt her own CPR screaming for him to come back, to not leave like this. Being so engrossed with her own grief and anger, she doesn't even process everyone rushing in. Harry and Felicia pull her off of him kicking and screaming, as May calmly pulls the sheet over his head, before kissing his forehead.

Angel hated her. She raised him and she’s not even fighting for his life right now.

Not her, not Harry, not Felicia. None of them.

“He’s gone.” Harry spoke sitting on the floor with her, holding her as she screamed through the sobs. His legs pinned hers down rocking up back and forth. The smell of the iron from the blood on Harry’s shirt and her body wafted through her nostrils. Between the smell of her dead husband's blood and the pure panic seeping through the body she couldn’t hold back any longer. Angel’s body hunched forward on reflex as vomit spewed out of her mouth and onto Harry and the floor.

The blonde man didn’t even flinch, rubbing her back as you slumped forward and cried. A part of her laid dead on that bed with her husband's cold body.

The days lingered, in a still limbo. None of it felt in order. Felicia fed her some cocktails of sedatives, to keep her sane as they both helped May plan the funeral. “He didn’t want a shiva.” Angel spoke from the couch, biting down around the cuticle of her nail.

“I know we aren’t giving him one, just a wake and funeral and a remembrance party.” Felicia spoke, her hand reaching out to hold the woman's leg. Her free hand pulled her fingers out of her mouth.

“A fucking party?” She spat. “Is that what his death means to you? Some fucking excuse to get shit faced, so you can live with yourself for walking him into that fucking warehouse.”

Felicia bit down on her cheek, and took a deep breath. She could almost feel Peter’s hand on her shoulder and his stern yet soft demand for an apology to Felicia.

“I’m sorry. I should-”

“It's fine.” Felicia says, pulling the widow into a hug, letting her head rest on her shoulder. Angel thanked Felicia for her patience, because at this point she had none left. May’s shaky hand covered her own mouth holding back a sob, Angel pulling her into the hug, the three of them taking a moment to cry.

Harry and Miles had dealt with the dirty part. Harry had come home with a bag of medical supplies the night Peter died. He and May injected him with more of his blood that Harry had altered at Oscorp, both hoping for some last resort. Angel sat on the chair in the corner watching them. She had volunteered to wash and dress him before the coroner took him away. The man, Mr. Weekes had dealt in Peter’s dealing before, and he was listed specifically as who Peter wanted to treat him post mortem.

“Your death wishes list in your will is super morbid.”

She spoke in a low monotone voice, washing the blood off his arms. It was weird to see him like this: cold and still. Not bantering back and forth with her. “I appreciate it though, I just wish you’d told me about all this sooner. You’re demanding even in death.”

She washed his face next, and stitched up some of the wounds on his chest before dressing him in some of his more comfortable casual clothes.

“If only you’d tell me what suit you wanted to be fucking burried in. Planned everything else out..”

Shuffling through his suits, she started fighting back the tears as she came across his wedding suit. Again, feeling his hand on her back, trying to talk her through it. He always knew this was happening before she did. Angel pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes as she started to cry. Heartbeat racing, it felt like it was crawling up her throat and getting stuck. It felt like choking on nothing, causing her to gasp for breath. She dropped herself down into the soft green chair in the back of the closet, crying and gasping for air as she progressed. She started walking herself through it the best one could. Putting a hand on her chest following the breathing techniques, she tried to alter her breathing as much as she could. Once she started coming down, her vision settled back into normal. She looked up at the racks of clothing and let out a shaky, yet normally paced breath. She had settled on the grayish green suit he’d worn only a couple days before. Slamming the closet door to the closet behind her, she shoved the suit into the bag wanting to be done with it all.

“I shouldn’t hate you..” She started, sitting on the bed with him. Putting his watch on him and staring at him. “And I don’t..I don’t think I do. I’m just so..fucking angry. At everyone, at myself, at you. I shouldn’t have let you go, I should have gone with you.”

Angel laid next to him, his body cold and their sheets still slightly stained in blood. Maybe it was gross and fucked up. However, next to him, was the only place she felt peace. There was a brief staring contest with the syringe filled with some liquid that laid on a night stand. One stab to the heart would make everything go away, she could be with him again. Maybe the cocktail of sedatives everyone kept feeding her would do it for her at some point.

“Mrs. Parker.” Mr. Weekes says walking in, rolling the gurney in with him. Harry and Miles in tow behind him. “I have to take him now. Is that okay?”

“Angel..” Harry’s voice sounded pitiful, she felt her heart squeeze as she sat up.

“Yeah, yeah.” She sighed, scurrying out of the bed. Flattening out her clothes, watching Harry help Mr. Weekes transfer Peter to the gurney. Miles comforted her, his arms wrapping around her rubbing her back. Harry nodded his head towards the door, telling him to walk Angel out of the room. He followed directions sitting her in Peter’s office downstairs, both sat in their grief.

“Why does everyone call you Angel?” Miles asks, wanting to take her mind off Peter. Funny enough, Peter was the reason why she even had the nickname.

“When Peter and I started dating he brought me home and everyone was there with him at the time. They were ready to meet me if they didn’t know me already. Him, May, Gwen, Felicia, pretty much all of us…he walks me in and he goes "everyone this is Angel, Angel this is everyone.”

Shr laughs, and Miles smiles. “Everyone just kept calling me Angel till he realized about 30 minutes later that he’s called me Angel instead of my real name. So it was just a pet name that became a nickname. So everyone, including my own mother, calls me it now.” She watched Miles walk around Peter’s office taking in every piece of him.

“I’m really gonna miss him. He taught me so much, he helped me and my mom. I just..he was like a brother to me.”

“He thought a lot of you too. He cried on your 21st birthday, talking about how much you grew up and how proud he was of you.” She looked at Peter’s will open on the table, her and Harry had gone over it earlier. “You should head home Miles.”

“Are you gonna be okay? I can stay here.”

“Yeah, I have Felicia and May..and Harry.”

Miles nods, engulfing her in a hug. Angel smiled sadly, hugging him back, sliding an envelope from Peter’s desk into his pocket. “No questions. It’s what Pete wanted you to have. There's a note in there you should read it.”

Miles nodded and patted his pocket, taking the keys off the desk and headed out the office doors.

Grief was a funny thing, it’s a terrible gutting feeling one minute that had her laying in the bloodied bedsheets with your dead husband one minute, and sitting in the bathroom with her high school best friend laughing at memories another. Gwen had flown in from London the moment she heard, she helped get Angel out of bed and bathe her for Peter’s funeral seeing as she could barely bring herself out of the guest room.

“He really loved you.” Angel whispered, her head resting on her knees as Gwen sat by the tub with her. Gwen tilted her head to the side laughing, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder.

“He loved you more.” Gwen says. “I remember when we broke up and I told him if he didn’t ask you out I was going to do it for him. And I think that terrified him more.” They both laughed. “I knew he was going to marry you before he knew, before you knew even”

“Yeah?” Angel asked, smiling at her, tears rolling from her eyes.

“You two were made for each other. And I was lucky enough to love both of you.” Gwen whispered, taking her hand. “Let’s wash your hair, yeah?”

“Okay.” Angel nodded leaning back in the tub.

Standing by his coffin was awkward; she felt like a little girl at her daddy’s funeral again. Not knowing how to stand next to the body, not liking the way the pity filled stares felt, so she focused on his body. There was a rosy tint to Pete’s cheeks, and he almost looked alive. She rubbed his cheek looking at the gifts lining his coffin, stuff people wanted to lay to rest with him. “It’s only been five days, and I’m losing my mind.” Her voice whispered to him, her hand holding his.

“I don't know if I can do this without you.” She flattened out the white shirt under his tux and took a deep breath.

“Let's sit dear.”

May sniffles, holding her side reassuringly. Angel nodded, wrapping an arm around May, rubbing her shoulder. No one knew her pain like May Parker. She’d become her rock in the haze of grief. She had lost her husband and her nephew who was more her son than anything. She’d been staying at the house with Angel and everyone, she’d even climbed into bed with her most nights like a child seeking comfort from her mother. She was thankful for her and thankful Peter had brought May to her. They were the two most important women in his life and bonded like no other.

“Peter Benjamin Parker was the love of my life, and he was an amazing man.” Angel spoke into the mic standing before friends, family, and acquaintances. She looked down at him in the coffin, and smiled at him, already wiping away tears.

“I know to many of you he was frightening, and strong. He seemed unforgiving, cold, and inhumane on occasion but he was my best friend, and my soulmate. He was a complex human and that…is what brought his life to such a short stop. I’m no good at public speaking. I'm sorry, this was always his thing. He was so charming and knew how to talk to you all, and I stood behind him every step of the way. But in the last few days, I discovered he was actually the one standing behind me every step we took together, and he also stood behind many of you and helped you all in numerous ways. I think he left a part of him in all of us, and I hope we can all be half the person he was one day..I- I’m sorry. Harry..Har-.”

“I got you go, go.” Harry ushered Angel off the podium covering her crying frame from onlookers. She sniffled, wiping her eyes stepping off the podium into Gwen’s arms sitting back down between her and May. May kissed her head, assuring that it was all going to be okay. Her hands comforting and cradling her face as Angel tried to quietly bawl her eyes out. She stared at the casket in front of her during Harry’s speech, slowly turning everything around her out.

“Angel.” Eddie Brock smiled as she stood outside watching Peter be lowered into the ground. She smiled at him in return, letting him engulf her in a hug.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Peter was such a good guy. Kind of scary..but..good.”

Angel laughed sadly, squeezing his shoulders. “I know he meant a lot to you Ed.”

“He did, he really saved my ass more than once. I don’t know what I’ll do without him.”

She tilted her head, and tried her best to smile at him. “Hopefully stay out of trouble.”

Eddie shook his head back and forth, giving a smirk that said ‘We’ll see.’

They exchanged sad goodbyes and she watched him leave heading towards his car. She was thankful that Peter’s death was kept out of the headlines, it took some begging and bribing Betty Brant but it was worth it for such an intimate and private time.

She watched the grave diggers starting to fill in the dirt, and she contemplated staying the night on the bench. But May came, wrapping her arms around Angel, a jacket you immediately identified as Peter’s from smell alone.

“Why don’t you come home with me tonight?” May offered, pushing hair from the girls face.

“That’d be nice, yeah.” Angel whispered. “How have you not lost it yet? All I want to do is crawl in that hole with him.”

“I know you do. I was there once, it’s a terribly awful feeling Angel, I know.” May frowned, holding her arm with hers as they walked together to the car. “Peter, bless him. I love him, he was my son no matter what anyone said he was my boy. But because of that I saw every side of him and Peter had been ready to go since Ben died. And I find peace in thinking that they are together again, and that he is safe and protected..and- I’m sorry” May’s voice broke and she fanned her face. “And they are here in any way we want them to be.”

There was quiet for a moment before Angel let out a soft, yet grief riddled laugh.

“I need what you have.” You laughed sadly, both of you crying now.

May let a teary laugh burst from her chest. “We’ll go make some tea and talk about it.”

That's what they did. The two had a girls night with Gwen and spent it remembering Peter in their own way. About twenty minutes in She had wandered off into Peter’s old bedroom. Smiling as she stood in the doorway, and she knew grief was a funny thing because she could see the two of them about fifteen years younger dancing in his bedroom practicing for prom.

“Ouch that was my foot!” She yelled out. Peter dropped to his knees dramatically, grabbing her leg inspecting her foot playfully.

“Not broken.” He placed a kiss on the top of her foot before jumping to his feet. Watching her smile and scrunch her nose.

“I didn’t say it was.”

‘Well I had to make sure I didn’t hurt my girl.”

She shook her head in response, rolling her eyes. Hands rubbing his shoulders, placing his glasses on the top of his head. “Are you gonna do that at our wedding too?” She teased.

Peter pulled a face laughing, racking his head back and forth thinking. “Maybe! But since when are we getting married? What have you and Gwendy been planning, mhm?”

Angel looked over at his desk where she’d found her engagement ring tucked away only a couple years later.

“I couldn’t find the blue quilt but I found the gray one and everything is set up and ready when..”

They both froze looking at the green velvet box in her, now shaky, hand.

“Shit I knew I should’ve put it in the safe. My girlfriend is so nosey.” He laughed it off taking the green box from her hand. “You just couldn’t wait a couple weeks till your birthday mhm?” He laughs, kissing on her face. Angel could feel warmth wash over her face and body, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I was just looking for those pictures from our trip upstate you had processed.”

Peter smiled tugging up his gray sweatpants, dropping onto one knee.

“Angel, my sweet girl. I have loved you for years, for far longer than I remember. Ever since we were in middle school, and I got lucky enough several years ago to have you want me. Maybe we are a little young to get engaged, but I know I want to be with you forever. I’m not asking for a wedding anytime soon, I just want to know that eventually in-”

“Yes.” You cut him off excitedly, hands cupping over your mouth. “Sorry, sorry.”

Peter scrunched his nose, standing up as he slid the ring on your finger twirling you around.

“She said yes!” Peter yells throughout the house, the announcement bouncing off the walls and making a home in its fixtures.

May’s excited cheer could be heard all the way up the steps. You laughed, wrapping your arms around him as he spun you.

Walking towards the perfectly made bed, she mentally thanked May for never changing it. For keeping it the same all these years later. She took her shoes off, crawling into the bed closing her eyes waiting for sleep to wash over like a wave. For just a second she swore the other side of the bed dipped down, and in instinct made room for his tired frame to crash beside her.

“A distraught man was seen walking up around the streets of Harlem this morning, the man was described as looking dirty. Wearing a green suit, and was seemingly distraught and confused, mumbling to himself.” The anchorwoman spoke, reading off her cue cards shocked by the news herself. Angel scrolled on her phone wrapped in one of May’s quilts as she made breakfast.

“Witnesses say the man seemed distraught, and in a rush. Looking like he had climbed out of a hole, his suit askew and ran past anyone who offered help. Seemingly not wanting to be seen.”

She switched the channel before she cared to hear the other stories, not thinking she could handle the grief of another depressing story right now. Angel wrapped the blanket around herself, walking to the kitchen to talk to May. Her phone pinging, the front camera at the house notifying her that motion had been detected.

“I’ve gotta get to the hospital after I eat, are you gonna be okay getting home? I know it’s not that far of a wal- everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I actually should get a cap and head that way. I just got a weird notification I need to check out.”

“Okay yeah. Do you need me to go with you?” May asked.

“No, no. I, I don’t know what it is. Could be nothing or an error on my end.” Angel says, pulling herself out of the chair rushing towards the door. Quickly calling a cab she climbed into the back refreshing the ring app trying to get it to load. The dark screen freaking her out. She had called Harry, bouncing her leg in the back of the cab watching the houses fly by.

“I was just about to call you.” Harry’s panic was evident from his voice. “Someone dug up Peter’s grave. Kicked the headstone over and everything.”

“You don’t think it was Fisk’s guys do you?”

“Could be..could be anybody. I love Pete but he had a lot of enemies.”

“I got a notification that there's motion at the front door, but it’s not loading now. It's a network error.” She spoke as the cab pulled into the neighborhood, already unbuckling her seatbelt waiting for the sudden stop.

“Okay listen to me.” Harry says starting the car. “I’m thirty minutes away, there’s a gun hidden in a fake drawer in the table by your door. It’s loaded, and I know you know how to use it. Let’s just be prepared for the worst.”

“Yeah..” Angel nodded, rubbing her forehead wishing Peter was there to talk her through this. “Okay I’m heading in. I’ll let you know.”

Angel handed the driver a hundred that she had on her and hung up the phone, tucking it into the pocket of the pajama pants she’d been wearing at May’s. The front door was left ajar and slightly off its hinges. She looked down seeing a track of dirt leading from the front walk away all the way into the house.

Quietly she found the gun Harry was talking about, leaving the safety on till otherwise needed and slowly following the muddy footprints. The fridge was left ajar, food and drinks sitting on the counter. Whoever broke in was pretty hungry, having pulled out the pastrami and other gatherings for a sandwich. A soda poured into a glass and half gone. She checked Peter’s office, his file cabinets open and a couple files pulled out. As she went to open the files to see who it was research on, she heard the water upstairs turn on. Slowly and as quiet as possible she snuck up the steps, and through her bedroom. Her jewelry box was left open but nothing was taken out, everything in the closet was practically untouched except for a couple of Peter’s items thrown onto the floor. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door to the bathroom open, and nothing could prepare her for what stood on the other side of the door.

“Angel..”

The voice nearly caused her to drop to her knees. She knew grief was a funny thing, because Peter Parker was standing before. Dirty and clearly sore, his voice strained from not using it for a couple days. Her knees fell out from under her, Peter using his reflexes to catch the gun and her all in one go. Smearing mud and blood lightly on her as he caught her. He placed the gun on the counter away from them as he slid down onto the floor with her.

“Shh, shh I know. I know. It’s scary. It’s okay, Angel. Breathe okay. In and out.”

She couldn’t even find her voice to scream, she reached out hitting him trying to get him away from her. A ghost from her nightmare. The harder she hit though, the faster she realized he was real..this was all real.

“You’re dead.”

“I was..technically. Kind of yeah.”

“Not technically, legally.”

Peter laughed shakily holding her, tears starting to pour out of his own eyes. His lips pressed against her forehead letting out a gasp of air.

“Spiders..play dead when they sense danger. Meaning their bodies shut down completely out of their control, as a way to replenish and prepare to attack and prevent further damage.” She watched intently as he explained his mad man ramblings.

“I guess when I got bit that’s something my nervous system developed the ability to do. I read about it all those years ago after I got bit. It just never happened until I took so much damage. So, yes. I was..I did die. However, the amount of my own blood that Harry and May pumped into me. Helped me heal in that shut down state.” Peter laughs hearing himself. He sounded fucking crazy. Angel reached her hand out cradling his face, gasping at his warmth. His heat radiating off his body again. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lunged forward holding him in a hug sobbing happily.

Harry’s feet pounded against the hardwood floor as he yelled for her.

“Oh fuck.”

“Hey Harry.” Peter laughed awkwardly. “Long story.”

Harry, in shock, stumbled out of the room immediately making phone calls. Letting out a scream of shock and awe.

“Angel..” Peter whispered. “I need to shower okay. You can stay with me though if you want.”

So she did, she washed his hair and body. Rubbing her fingers over the held wounds that once littered his chest now just scars in their place. So much for being superhuman.

“We’re never gonna have a normal life are we?”

Peter shook his head, kissing her head.

“No, no we won’t. But we’ll have each other, and no matter what happens. No grave will hold me down.” He laughs holding them together, making her look up at him. “I’m coming back here, back to you everytime.”

She shook her head holding him close listening to the beat of his heart, finally feeling that piece she lost crawl back home into her chest.

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