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What Aziraphale says / what Crowley hears

An analysis of that scene from Good Omens 2. Because the amount of times Aziraphale says one thing when he means another is astounding, as is how perfectly he and Crowley misunderstand each other.

Obviously, SPOILERS all over the place.

Let’s pick it up from the chat with the Metatron. He’s talking about his big projects, blah blah blah, and how he needs someone to run them and Aziraphale's the perfect angel for the job, and Aziraphale's first reply is:

A: "I don't want to go back to Heaven. Where would I get my coffee?"

Meaning: I'm not ready to give up what I can have here on Earth, i.e. Crowley. Metatron, unlike Crowley, hears perfectly well what Aziraphale means, not what he says, because he replies offering him to bring Crowley along.

Flashback ends, we switch back to the bookshop.

C: "He said what?"

Crowley is immediately offended at the mere suggestion. Heaven sucks and he's learned he's lesson, he's never going back.

Aziraphale doesn't notice the anger in his voice, too caught up in his dream of ruling Heaven with Crowley by his side and doing all the good he can for humanity. After having to sit by and watch awful things happen to good people for 6000 years, this is his Ultimate Dream™. He can change things AND he gets to keep Crowley.

(Of course we know Heaven's not going to give him so much freedom, but he wants this so much it makes him oblivious to the possibility he's being fooled.)

A: "Everything like the old times! Only, even nicer."

Meaning: we can be safe, no Book of Life or other punishments hanging over our heads, and I can make Heaven, finally, what it was always supposed to be: a good place. A good place for you, Crowley, too.

C: "Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then?"

Crowley's too angry to tackle this gently. We watch Aziraphale's face fall.

A: "Not at all."

C: "Oh we're better than that, you're better than that, Angel!"

Meaning: how could you possibly believe this bullshit? After all that we've been through?

C: "You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell I said I'm not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you."

For Crowley, Heaven and Hell are the same thing, just a different colour. He can't understand why Aziraphale wouldn't say no immediately.

A: "But... well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys."

Meaning: Hell was never supposed to be a good place. It was always supposed to be a group of demons making the humans' lives harder. How would you make the world better by working with hell? Of course you said no.

A: "But Heaven... well it's the side of truth, of light, of good."

C: "When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it. Tell me you said no."

Here they move away from the actual problem, which is Aziraphale's delusional thoughts in regards to the potential for change in Heaven, to talk about the two of them instead.

He already knows Aziraphale didn't say no. He's asking him to change his mind and stay on Earth, which he will continue to do throughout the rest of this exchange.

C: "Tell me you said no."

Again, tell me you'll change your mind. Tell me you'll stay here, with me.

A: "If I'm in charge, I can make a difference."

This is where it sinks in for Crowley that he's really about to lose Aziraphale. He panics and throws out his confession.

C: "Oh, God[1]. Right, okay. Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say I think I better say it now. Right, okay, yes, so... We've known each other a long time."

Aziraphale is totally confused and has no idea where this conversation is going.

C: "We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team. A group. A group of the two of us."

Now Aziraphale realises what's happening. At the worst possible time, Crowley is bringing up all the things they haven't talked about openly in 6000 years.

C: "And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend--"

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Crowley swallows it back because he can't bring himself to say 'I would like to spend the rest of our existence together'. It's too much, it’s too big.

C: "I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can."

And there it is, clear as day, the confession. Gabriel and Beelzebub weren't friends, they very clearly had a romantic relationship, and Aziraphale looks absolutely SHOCKED by how explicit Crowley is being.

C: "Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell. They're toxic."

Aziraphale shakes his head. He can't accept that Crowley would put Heaven and Hell on the same level.

C: "We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?"

Just like before Aziraphale wasn’t registering Crowley's anger, now Crowley doesn't pick up on Aziraphale's headshake, his shocked expression. He asks him what he thinks.

A: "Come with me... to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference."

This is so painful because they both want the same thing. To be together. But Aziraphale can't ignore the fact that he's just been given the chance to do so much good for everyone, and keeps pressing his point.

C: "You can't leave this bookshop."

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Crowley's not talking about the bookshop. He's brought up leaving for Alpha Centaury just a little while ago, a dream he still clings to. What he means is, you can't leave a place where you're safe and independent.

This is not what Aziraphale hears. He thinks Crowley is talking, literally, about the bookshop. That's why he says...

A: "Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever."

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Meaning: I'm willing to sacrifice the bookshop to work towards the Greater Good. Even though it pains me.

What Crowley hears: it’s our relationship that was never meant to last forever. All things end, we're breaking up. And in fact his reaction is to put his sunglasses back on, defences back up, and say:

C: "No. I don't suppose it does."

Aziraphale misses the walls coming back up and smiles for a split second, thinking Crowley is agreeing with him. So he's shocked when Crowley says...

C: "Good luck."

And starts to leave.

A: "Good luck?! Cro--Crowley! Crowley come back! To Heaven! Work with me! We can be together! Angels... doing good!"

Aziraphale breaks down completely now. His dream is crumbling, not only Crowley won't join him, but Crowley is abandoning him altogether.

A: "I... I need you!"

He cries out, desperately. Then he gets angry.

A: "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

Safety. A chance to be together, out in the open. A chance to do good, save the world from a second Apocalypse. Full status as angel restored. He can't understand why in the world Crowley wouldn't want these things? They can fix Heaven together!

C: "I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

Crowley knows Heaven is only going to exploit and manipulate Aziraphale. But he doesn't insist, it's not what he does. In all their fights, Crowley's always been the one to run away in the face of conflict, and he's by the door, ready to go.

A: "Well... then there's nothing more to say."

Meaning: Are you really going to leave me?

C: "Listen. Do you hear that?"

A: "I don't hear anything."

C: "That's the point. No nightingales."

Possibly because this is their own coded language, this is the one time what Crowley means and what Aziraphale hears line up. That the relationship between them is coming to an end. There are no nightingales like the ones in Berkeley square, singing for them after their post-Apocalypse date.

But then it's Crowley's turn to break down. He wasn't fast enough running out of the bookshop, his emotions caught up with him. He’s thinking about that lunch at the Ritz and the nightingales. And after what Maggie and Nina told him, what he himself has learned about love, he makes a last desperate attempt at fixing things.

C: "You idiot. We could have been... us."

He grabs Aziraphale, forcefully kissing him. Aziraphale is shocked, doesn't know what to do with his hands, first he flails then he puts a hand on Crowley's back, as if about to relax, but then starts flailing again as he remembers he can't do this: he has to go to Heaven. Work for the Greater Good. He can't return the kiss.

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He's basically sobbing when Crowley lets him go. Full-blown panic now, while Crowley watches him expectantly, hoping his last-resort strategy had some effect on his angel.

But Aziraphale stutters and reaches for something to steady himself, some barrier to put up again between the two of them. Crowley is a demon, he's an angel. Crowley grabbed him and kissed him without asking first, Aziraphale is going to forgive him. There. Big red line between them.

A: “I… I forgive you.”

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He seems to regret it the moment the words have left his mouth. But it's too late. Crowley knows that the kiss didn't work, that there's nothing left to do now.

C: "Don't bother."

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And he leaves. Almost runs.

Aziraphale is shaking all over. He presses his fingers to his mouth pretty hard, trying to replicate the feeling to process what just happened.

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The Metatron was of course right outside, looking in, probably saw the whole thing going down. He takes advantage of the moment where Aziraphale is at his most vulnerable to press him to go, downplays their fight ("Always wanted to go his own way") makes disparaging comments about Crowley ("Damn fool questions too"), knocks down Aziraphale's excuses by entrusting the bookshop to Muriel.

Aziraphale is torn, but after all, what else can he do? In his mind, Crowley abandoned him when he'd finally found somewhere safe for them to be together. And Aziraphale spit out that horrible 'I forgive you'. Even if he stayed now, he'd be all alone. And in Heaven, he gets a chance to do Good with a capital G.

The Metatron tells him about very important plans to 'wrap things up'. Aziraphale looks back at Crowley, who’s standing by the Bentley, watching him.

But the Second Coming bomb the Metatron just dropped solidifies Aziraphale’s choice. Now more than ever he has to go up and do all he can. He steps into the elevator.

Crowley, completely alone now, looks at Nina and Maggie, each in their own shop, not together.

And then both Aziraphale and Crowley do what they always do to deal with difficulties: Crowley drives away, probably to nowhere, just letting the car go, and Aziraphale swallows everything down and tries to put back on his polite, calm, jovial mask. He'll be damned if he'll not try his hardest to be the perfect angel for this job. He’s sacrificed too much.

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[1] I don’t know that it’s a good idea to call on her right now, C.

#gos2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #I guess dissecting Mr Sheen's shrimp emotions is how I deal with heartbreak #look at him #fifteen face journeys packed in three seconds

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maddieautobot273 · 10 months

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Silk & Cologne (9)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 9 - Arena - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.7K+ words

Warnings: PG - they brawlin so there’s gonna be violence ppl

Summary: It’s Lisa vs Miguel! May the best Spider win!

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After a grueling 24 hours of practice, training, and a quick strategy meeting, the evening of Miguel and I’s sparring match arrived.

Gwen helped me practice and perfect most of my move sets, Peter B. helped me plan various strategies in actually fighting against Miguel. With Miguel’s tall, large structure, Peter knew right away that I wouldn’t be able to charm him as easily as I did with him. Plus there wasn’t any way he’d let me get close enough to him. The rules did say No holds bar. So what if instead of giving him the enchantment, I gave it to him?

Not only that, but who’s to say I couldn’t use it on myself?

After he helped me plot my scheme, Hobie brought me over to see Margo where she helped design some new toys for me to use and created a concept for my very own spider suit.

I didn’t want to give Miguel the impression that I’d make him completely change his mind about me being an actual Spider-Woman, but if I was going to be running around and using my powers here, I might as well look the part, right? I asked Margo for a simple concept and she more than delivered. She had designed it so that it looked like street dance wear, but I could feel the spandex hugging my skin as I walked into the training area that evening.

My suit had a black and pink colour scheme inspired by my favourite K-pop group BLACKPINK. A pink crop top hoodie with a gray spandex tank top underneath, black spandex leggings and matching black and pink high top sneakers.

When I walked closer towards the arena, I noticed a small crowd had gathered. It looked like word had gotten out fast about tonight’s event. Peter B. Hobi, and Gwen were there, smiling as I neared them and offered cheers and words of encouragement. I smiled at them as I walked passed and looked over to see Miguel standing at the entryway, waiting for me.

He finished his stretching, his muscles straining against his suit as he nodded his head in a greeting. I could immediately feel the pressure bottling up inside the pit of my stomach. I must have practiced and rehearsed everything at least a dozen times back at the hotel. Peter suggested I try playing into my strengths, so I thought of the whole thing as a big dance practice. I just hope it actually works.

“So, the normal rules, right? No holding back?” I asked as I walked over to a monitor and added our names to the register. The current duo fighting in the arena had wrapped up their fight, congratulating one another as they made their exit.

They briefly exchanged looks with Miguel, eyes widening through the eyelids of their masks as they realized who were up next. Miguel rolled his shoulders, warming himself up again. There was almost always a crowd whenever he was down here. Mostly Miguel trained by himself and rarely spared in the arena unless it was with Jessica, or any other Spider he deemed challenging enough to take on.

"No holding back. It's not fun if there aren't any stakes," He teased with a half smile.

I could tell he was eager to get started. I wasn’t sure how much he had been made aware of my training and recent practice with Gwen and Hobie through his security cameras. Would this new idea of mine not work out? Had he already formulated a plan to counter me?

As much as I was nervous, I couldn’t deny I saw a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes before he materialized his mask over his head. There were butterflies in my stomach as those red optics peered at me.

“Alright then,” I nodded as I watched him be the first to enter the arena. I took a steady breath, feeling more eyes trail towards me before I slipped on my mask, pulling my hair tied through the pony tail opening in the back of the mask.

I followed Miguel down the steps as the platforms and obstacles of the sparring arena reset to their original positions. I cracked my knuckles, a nervous habit. I looked around to see more Spider-People had gathered to watch the match. A gentle reminder that Miguel was a force to be reckoned with, and that if he was here, they’d be in for a show.

So let’s give them a show.

I nodded my head towards Miguel, “May the best Spider win,”

“Lucharé por eso,” Miguel nodded back as I watched him get into a battle ready stance. “Sorpréndeme,” - I’ll fight to that, surprise me.

Then, without any warning, he immediately went to attack. I flinched at his speed. He did not want to give me time to react as I just barely bent back, using my hands to backflip out of the way of his punch. I pushed my body up from the floor and as my body swung around to face Miguel, I fired a web sling that attached to his chest and propelled myself forward like a bungee jump. I pulled my fist back and threw a punch towards him.

I didn’t catch if he showed any emotion towards me, narrowly dodging his first attack, as I was too focused not getting clawed at. Miguel wasn't going to take my hits lightly and went to block my attack with a well timed left hook. I growled into his block, using some of my strength to try and push against his arm to move past it, before my Spider-Sense buzzed into my mind.

No matter how many times I practiced it, it always felt weird. Miguel attempted to grab back the initiative with a strong uppercut of his own, but I registered the danger a second too late.

I took the brunt of the uppercut. My body flew back, tumbling once, twice along the floor before I caught myself, my fingers and feet sliding, digging into the flooring as I focused on my stick ability and I screeched to a halt.

“Okay, close combat is a no go,” I muttered, catching my breath as I stood up. “Let’s set this up at a distance,”

I focused, taking a deep breath as I channeled the web fluid in my wrists. I fired two large blobs of webs to stick to Miguel’s feet to keep him from charging me. If only temporarily.

"Ah, you're not gonna give me an inch, huh?" Migel grunted as he fought against the mass of sticky webs at his feet. He looked up towards me and stopped fidgeting. He realized I hadn’t moved in on him, and took advantage of this distraction. “What are you doing?”

I slowly grinned at him from under the mask. I whistled loudly and within seconds, both Gwen and Hobie appeared on either side of me. “You said no holding back, remember?” I reminded him.

Miguel watched me carefully as I reached to my side, my hand hovering over my holster at my hip as I pressed play on my music player and a melody began to play. He wanted to see first hand what I had planned? I’ll give it to him.

“I composed this routine just for you,”

I fired a web shot at each of my willing test dummies, and the webs glowed as I began to sing.

[Lyrics are rough English translation of Fleeting Lullaby by Ado] (X)

“I’m sick and tired of being alone,

Wanna be connected

Have a bond to hold on to

Just gonna lay it all out, how I feel~,”

As I purred a growl in my throat, Gwen and Hobie’s eyes in their masks began glowing. I snapped my fingers, pointing towards Miguel before they both sprang up and charged toward Miguel, ready to fight.

"Woah! Hey!"

Miguel was just as caught off guard by their appearance, more so when they attacked him so suddenly and vigorously. As if they were fighting an actual villain.

"I guess this is what I get for–UGH!” He barked as he defended himself against their attacks. “--underestimating you, huh?"

“Maybe if you came to more of my training sessions like you agreed to, you’d be more prepared,” I remarked with a playful glint in my eyes.

This rush of adrenaline, excitement. The sight of seeing Miguel caught off guard by my unique power was surprisingly more entertaining than I thought it would be.

"Well, I suppose this is my punishment for getting cocky, then!” He snarled as he threw a punch towards Hobie.

I hung back at a distance as I followed their momentum as they fought all across the arena. I incorporated some of my dance routines into my movements as I swung and maneuvered across the area, occasionally firing more web slings from my wrists toward Miguel. I continued the song as Gwen and Hobie appeared to be, in Miguel’s eyes, entranced by my voice.

“Listen baby makin' you happy whether you like it or not,

Gonna be up in your ears

No running away just wait for the beat to drop

Listen for a surprise, every word will entice

Reality is overrated!~”

As Miguel took on both Gwen, Hobie, and my long ranged web slings from a far, he had to admit. He was actually impressed by all this. It wasn’t everyday someone could keep him on his toes like this. Using her hypnosis web slingers and voice, she could enchant anyone she targeted.

Clever, he thought to himself as he shoved Gwen away from him and blocked Hobie’s guitar smack attack. But I’m starting to get a little annoyed now.

“You're not gonna outthink me I thought of everything,

You'll never get it, you can't keep up,

So just stay out of my way

Be my good, good, good boy, pretty please?~”

“You think this is a game?” He snapped, his mask eyes glaring daggers into me as he held Hobie back with his hand at his throat.

But Gwen stuck his face with a blob of web fluid, causing him to flinch and release his grip on Hobie as he brushed it off, continuing the fight.

I could sense he was getting reckless now. He really wanted a true fight between us. If that’s what he wanted, then I’ll deliver. I moved to the music, swinging and running along the platforms around their fight as I mixed in some more dance moves, gracefully landing on one of the higher platforms that overlooked their brawl from above.

If my hunch was right thanks to Gwen’s advice, then this could go very good or very bad. With Miguel so focused on the fight, and not having Spider-Sense. . .

“You think you're so tough? Well, I had enough of it

I got something here that's better

Come on up and we can sing togеther fun unfetterеd–”

I did a leap of faith from the platform above the fight, soaring down as I front flipped and came down to surprise attack with a spin kick.

“Get on stage, let's go!~”

Miguel didn't see my attack coming at all, and he barely managed to duck it in an attempt to keep himself from getting hit. He dodged the initial hit, but not the other kick that followed to his chest. After that he jumped back to gain some distance and try to figure out what should be his next move.

"You certainly know how to put on a show,” He casually teased as he tried to hide his smile.

“Oh, so the great Miguel O’Hara does make jokes,” I gasped at him, my eyes glistening playfully. “You truly are Spider-Man,”

I could see the twitch in his eyes as he tried desperately not to laugh. It came out as a scoff as he sprinted for me, clawing on all fours before he pounced towards me. I grinned, waving my hand to the side as I signaled Gwen and Hobie to fall back, loosening the control I had on them before I met Miguel half way and brawled with him.

I channeled a protective layer of spider web fluid around my fists, taking the form of gloves as they glowed to the sound of my voice. I threw more confident punches now, glad that Miguel was giving me his all in this fight like he promised.

“Wanna make your day, do my thing loud and proud!

No shame in what I create, I got this down!

Everything exactly how you want it, this is a utopia.

Been a long time comin', now it's here to stay.

You can't deny,

It's a miracle of mercy, you can't stop it if you try!

I know it's possible

I'm not tryin' to ask too much,~”

Miguel was starting to get excited. This was something different, something new. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this during a fight, whether it was a Spider or Villain alike. The closest he can think of was when he sparred with Hobie for the first time and Spider-Punk never let it go. Ever.

He had to make sure that he was giving it his all constantly, but more than that he needed to keep an even temper if he was going to win this fight.

"Your powers are very versatile,” He complimented before his voice turned into a growl. “But that doesn't mean you're the one who's going to win this fight!"

Miguel then nailed me with a swift uppercut hit to the gut. An audible “OOF!” fell from my lips as the hypnosis for my dummies wore off and Gwen and Hobie were freed completely from my spell.

“Oh crap, Gweny, RUN!” Realizing they were caught in the middle of the fight, they quickly swung out of the way.

The music continued to chime from my player as I slid across the floor before catching myself as I took a few deep breaths. “Don’t get too cocky on me, Miguel,”

I still had one more trick up my sleeve. One more trick that I wanted to show off to him. I reached to my back and tossed out an orb.

“Salvation's got to come, this generation's done

It's tired of never being listened to

The screams were never heard

The suffering endured but no more!~”

“What’s that– HEY!” At a glance it would look like a normal grenade, but it exploded into a pink hazy dust cloud that covered the area around Miguel. Now he couldn't see me but I couldn't barely see him either. This definitely made the situation a lot more interesting. Miguel had to make sure that he kept his wits about him if he was going to make it through this.

Miguel then began to circle the cloud in an attempt to find me, throwing some random punches towards the cloud in an attempt to catch me off guard, but every time he swung, he’d hit thin air. I had to admit, that was a very attractive power walk.

“Watch me rock this, they got nothin'

Up to me, you just need to stay out of my way

There's no turnin' back now

Gonna be singin' jointly for all time~”

The smoke cloud warped my voice, making it sound like I was constantly either moving closer or away from him. As Miguel continued to stalk through the cloud he could hear my distorted siren voice and it started to drive him mad.

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

As the song went on, Miguel began to hear her words as though they were an insult, telling him to just get out of the way and that she could handle everything herself. Of course, he wasn't going to listen to that. He was going to beat Lisa and shut her up.

So then she would see that he was someone worth listening to.

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Lisa’s P.O.V.

"Get real!" Miguel yelled through the smoke as he continued to circle around for me.

“Ask, you and shall receive,” I smirked.

When his back was turned to me, I pounced into the smoke cloud, catching him off guard as I slid past him, shooting a web at his feet and yoinked him to the floor before going to pounce on him. Miguel didn't have enough time to react before he found himself being yanked back off his feet, slamming down hard as he landed on his back from my attack.

He looked up just in time to see more webs coming for him. He managed to get his arms out and attempt to block the attack, but when I sang a series of notes, he found himself becoming incredibly drowsy. He instead found himself completely caught up in my webbed cocoon once he came to.

“That real enough for you?” I smirked at him, arms crossed over my chest.

The crowd murmured in anticipation. Had I won? Has someone actually defeated the great Miguel O’Hara?

"Well, if that's getting real, I guess I'll have to get realer," He grimaced under the struggle of the webs.

I didn’t have time to cringe at his corny joke as Miguel activated the talons of his claws and forearms and he broke himself free of my webbing. The rush of his arms created a harsh wind that dispersed some of the dust cloud. I looked on in awe. He actually broke through.

I smiled proudly. “Then let’s dance,”

“Gladly,” There was an actual hint of enjoyment in his voice as he charged at me.

My web gloved fist glowed once more as I began to sing again, coming to the final verses of the song as the music intensified with our fighting as I matched Miguel’s pace. He was starting to find his stride, learning how to fight against all of my different abilities and I could tell it was making him feel like a God.

“Blowin' your mind with my pace

Drummin' to burst your ear drum

Bring in the bass, guitar and keys, maccaferri got nothin'

On me, no ooo-wah!~”

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

Miguel was amazed by Lisa’s ability to incorporate song and dance into her fighting style, how she had learned this routine of hers so quickly. He didn't see it as a weakness. No, he saw it as her strength, as the thing that made her special. In that moment he felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over him, regretting the times he opted to stick to his work instead of helping her like he swore to. He promised her and he broke it. Never again.

Still he couldn't help but laugh while she was singing about her ability to "blow his mind". He didn't plan on letting Lisa's music distract him this long. He continued to move forward and throw attacks at her, using all of his skill to try and knock Lisa to the ground once and for all.

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Lisa’s P.O.V.

The force from his next attack knocked me to the floor. I back pedaled slightly as I saw him stalk towards me, and I couldn’t help it when a flustered, intimidated smile spread on my lips beneath the mask as I stuttered the next set of lyrics. Just a little further–!

“Oh, let me hear you shout!

Banish every gaslight, let clarity shine

Gotta clean up this brainwash

Don't let ‘em tell you lies, heads up—!~”

When he sprang up to pounce on me, I fired a web sling to his chest and with a heavy heave, I yanked him to the floor to fall on his side. Miguel let out a small groan, the wind kicked out of him. I tossed one smaller grenade to blind him. It was time for the finale.

"I will not fall for your tricks!" Miguel yelled in frustration, getting up to face off against me for one last time.

Then, he noticed the smaller grenade that I had thrown at him and a small twinge of fear ran down his spine as he realized he was a second too late. The small grenade exploded, temporarily blinding him with a smaller pink dust cloud.

“Let my song clear your senses

All you really need Is my true voice~!”

It was up just long enough for me to pin him, webbing his hands to stick to the floor as I straddled his hips before holding a punch above his head just as the song ended.

The crowd was silent as all they could audibly hear was both Miguel and I’s heavy breathing, our chests rising and falling. Miguel suddenly dematerialized his mask, allowing me to see his face. He was drenched in sweat, some tuffles of his hair stuck to his skin. There was an enchanting look in his eyes that I could quite decipher.

Not from my power, no. Something else. Something he was truly feeling.

Then he started laughing.

"Well, I guess the joke is on me." Miguel said, laughing through the pain as he accepted his defeat with a smile on his face.

I was stunned, my mouth gawking at him. Did he just– did he yield? I won?!

I shook off the surprised expression on my face as I slowly stood up to my feet, my body still towering over him as I offered him my hand and a confident smile. “You fought like hell. Well played, Miguel,”

Miguel took my hand and let me pull him back to his feet, shaking off the pain from the battle as he tried to take in everything that had just happened, looking out into the crowd.

I followed his gaze as one by one, different Spider-People began applauding us. As the chorus intensified, Miguel looked down at my hand, noting that he was still holding mine. He smiled softly and with a gentle squeeze he raised my fist into the air, formally announcing my victory.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. I could hear Gwen and Hobi cheering loudly for me as I looked up towards Miguel, astonished. It was then I could truly see the respect towards me in his eyes. He then stepped back, motioning towards me.

I looked at him with a perplexed expression before I realized what he was asking me to do. With a laugh, I looked out into the audience and took my bow.

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“It was all a joke!” (x) “...I can’t remember.” (x) “LET ME HELP YOU!!” (x) “...I built the warp core...?” (x)

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One of my favorites by Paul Lehr, used as a 1971 cover to "Earth Abides," by George R. Stewart. It's also in my upcoming art book!

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The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 4

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

Instead of dealing with all this head on, you avoided it. You put everything aside and went on with life, spending all your time doing work, studying and doing your university projects.

Wonwoo noticed this and decided to invite you for a night out. Just a chill night with some drinks. Usually, you would decline, which is why Wonwoo has never invited you out. But you could use the distraction. Maybe being out of the house was good.

DING DONG

“Coming!” You ran down, fixing your earring. You didn’t really know how to dress for a night out like this so you picked a random dress. It was a dark blue, crushed velvet cocktail dress.

“Come on in.” You opened the door for him. Wonwoo smiled, bowing before removing his shoes to come in.

“This dress isn’t really motorcycle friendly, is it?” You let out an awkward laugh, going into the kitchen to get your phone that you left there to charge.

“I didn’t ride my bike since we might drink. I’ll call a cab.” Wonwoo said. He just stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do since it was the first time he was in your house.

“(y/n)?” Wonwoo suddenly called your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“You look great.” He smiled softly.

“Oh... Thank you.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his sudden compliment. He held out a hand to support you as you wore your shoes. After locking up the house, he escorted you to the cab that was waiting for you. And of course, Wonwoo opened the door for you to get in first, being the gentleman that he is. The car ride was silent.

“C-Can I ask you something?” Wonwoo threaded lightly. You hummed, nodding your head.

“I know you like your privacy and I shouldn’t pry but there were this rumours and pictures floating around about some expensive sports car and handsome guy picking you up. Is he one of them?” He asked nervously.

“If by ‘one of them’, you mean my father’s... employees. Yes, he is... or was. There are 7 of them.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Are they bothering you?”

“Can we not talk about this anymore? I just don’t want to have to think about it for a few minutes.” That came out a lot harsher and colder than you expected. But Wonwoo didn’t react.

“Sorry. I’m...” You sighed, not really knowing how to piece your words together anymore.

“I understand. Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mean to pry.” Wonwoo smiled comfortingly. Thankfully for you, the cab stopped outside the club. You looked at the long line outside that didn’t seem to be moving,

“Don’t look so worried. My friend put our name on the list so we can just walk in.” Wonwoo laughed. You both got out and he grasped your hand, giving your names to the bouncer. You were so stunned by his action that you just followed him without a word, letting him lead you.

“There’s a table there.” Wonwoo said in your ear on top of the loud music. You were still shocked that he was holding your hand that you just followed him.

“Phew, it’s crowded.” You said, casually pulling your hand away to check if you dropped anything from your bag.

“Yeah, that’s what you get for being here on a Friday night.” He chuckled. You stood at the table while Wonwoo went to get drinks at the bar. The standing table was thankfully at the side of the bar, which meant less people.

“Relax, you’re here to have fun.” You told yourself.

“Here.” Wonwoo got himself a beer and got you a cocktail. It was a nice refreshing drink with flavoured soju as the alcohol.

“Let me know how much everything is tonight and we’ll split the cost.” You told him as you took a sip.

“It’s okay, (y/n). It’s my treat, just enjoy yourself.” Wonwoo smiled. He clinked his glass with yours. Although this wasn’t your exact idea of relaxing, you were glad that the noise and the crowd made the place too loud that you didn’t need to start sharing your feelings. Wonwoo was a good friend but you just weren’t used to sharing so much about yourself with others.

After some drinks, you excused yourself to go to the toilet. But of course, there was a line. About 15 minutes went by without the line moving. You were about to give up when someone grabbed your wrist.

“(y/n) sshi?” You looked at the familiar face.

“Oh... Uh...”

“Yoongi.” He said, letting you go. You nodded your head. Other people in the line now had their attention on you and Yoongi.

“Come.” He nodded over to follow him. You didn’t know why you just went along, not even asking why he wanted you to go with him. You came before a staircase with two guards. But they parted ways upon seeing Yoongi.

“Sir.” They bowed respectfully as Yoongi cooly walked up, hands tucked into his pockets. You quickly bowed your heads back to the guards and caught up to Yoongi.

“You can use this bathroom instead. It’s cleaner and safer.” Yoongi stopped before a door.

“A-Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have went down to fish you out of the crowd. Take all the time you need. This is our own private bathroom so no one else is allowed to use it.” He explained. You nodded, bowing gratefully to him before entering the restroom.

The bathroom was a lot more opulent and grand, with black granite and gold trims. Like Yoongi said, it was very clean, unlike a usual club bathroom. It was definitely a boys bathroom with urinals but you just used one of the stalls.

“Hyung, why can’t I use the bathroom? I really need to go!” You heard voices outside as you were washing your hands.

“Only the 7 of us use it anyway. Unless... Do you have a secret guest in there?!” The person talking to Yoongi gasped as if he just uncovered something scandalous.

“Watch your mouth.” You heard Yoongi threaten.

“Sorry, I’m done.” You opened the door. But you didn’t expect Yoongi to be standing so close that you ended up bumping into his back.

“Oh, no wonder hyung was guarding the bathroom.” The male said. He didn’t mind you and just brushed past to use the bathroom. Yoongi moved you away from the bathroom door, not wanting you to accidentally get hit.

“Thank you. Is it okay if I just stay here for a few more minutes? You can go back to what you were doing before.” You asked timidly. Yoongi took one look at you and nodded. You didn’t need to tell him anything for him to know what you were thinking. The club was getting overwhelming. Yoongi never really liked coming too unless his brothers make him.

“Why did you come if you don’t like it?”

“A friend brought me here as a distraction. Plus, I’ve never really come to a club before.” You replied. Yoongi nodded his head.

“You don’t need to stay and accompany me. I’ll go back down in a bit.” You said.

“It’s okay.” He leaned against the opposite wall. You took your phone out to send Wonwoo a text, assuring him that you were safe and that he could go home first. But you didn’t tell him where you were and who you were with.

“Actually... I wanted to apologise. My brothers told me I shouldn’t have offered you a smoke the other time. I just thought it would help.” Yoongi looked at you.

“It’s fine. I honestly didn’t think too much about it. There were other things to think about.” You shook your head.

“Understandable. I’m sure you have your fair share of confusion and questions that come along with it. This is just the start.” Yoongi said. You didn’t let his straightforward tone faze you, nodding your head glumly.

“Well, I should go. Thanks for letting me hang here.” You straightened up.

“No worries. I’ll walk you down.” Yoongi followed suit. You walked behind him, not sure of the way to the exit. With your insistence, Wonwoo had gone home on his own. You did feel bad for abandoning him when he was the one that invited you out but you also didn’t want him to wait.

“Do you have a ride home?” Yoongi asked.

“I told my friend to go home first so I guess I can get a cab home.” You waved him off, getting your phone out. But Yoongi stopped you, his hand grasping your phone and covering the screen.

“It’s not safe and cheap to get a cab from here at this time. I drank a little so I shouldn’t drive. Hang on.” Yoongi waved over one of the bouncers.

“Use the company car and send her home then report back.” Yoongi ordered.

“Yoongi sshi, it’s really okay.”

“Get the address from her and make sure you see her entering the house before coming back.” Yoongi ignored you. The bouncer nodded and bowed, running off the get the car.

“(y/n) sshi, hyung.” You both turned to see Taehyung jogging over. He had a big, square-ish grin as he waved.

“Jimin said you were here and that Yoongi hyung was with you. Are you driving her home, hyung?” Taehyung tilted his head.

“I drank. So was gonna get one of the workers to drive her back.” Yoongi explained, standing back as he lit a cigarette to smoke. Taehyung nodded his head.

“I’ll drive you home. I didn’t drink since I am the designated driver tonight. Bring my car instead.” Taehyung called out. The worker bowed and ran back into the club. Yoongi decided to go in first after his cigarette was done, not liking being out in the cold. He shot you a nod while you bowed gratefully to him. While waiting, Taehyung put his jacket over your shoulders.

“Did you come alone?” Taehyung asked.

“No... I came with a friend but I abandoned him. Yoongi sshi was kind enough to let me hang out in the quiet area. So I told my friend to go home first.” You said. You didn’t know why you were explaining so much to him.

“This isn’t you scene, is it?” He teased. You pursed your lips and shook your head. The noise and the crowd just wasn’t comfortable.

“Sir.” The car stopped right in front of you. The worker came out, bowing and passing Taehyung’s keys to him.

“Here you go. Watch your head.” Taehyung opened the car door for you to enter. You sat inside, keeping the sides of his jacket close to you so it wouldn’t get caught in the door.

Taehyung confirmed your address before starting to drive. One hand held his head, elbow resting on the door next to him while the other hand was on the steering wheel. During the quiet ride, you fiddled with the hem of the dress, pulling it down every now and then.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No, I’m good. Thank you.” You replied softly. With your head leaning against the headrest, you looked out the window. The only reason you would be out this late usually was because you were working.

“Thanks for dropping me off again.” You said as Taehyung pulled up outside of your house.

“Any time.” Taehyung smiled. You unbluckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. But before you could walk further, Taehyung rolled down the window.

“Goodnight, (y/n)!”

“G-Goodnight, Taehyung sshi.” A small smile formed on your lips as you bowed your head and entered the house. Like the other day, Taehyung only drove off after he was sure you had entered the house.

Only after you entered the house and you heard Taehyung drive off, that you realised you had forgotten the return him his jacket. You removed it carefully, as if any movement would cause it to tear like tissue. You inspected it, trying to figure out if you should wash it on your own, and risk ruining the expensive material, or just send it for dry cleaning.

“Hi, Wonwoo. Did you make it home safe?”

“Oh, (y/n). Yes, I am home. I went home after you sent me that text. Are you alright? You scared me.”

“Yes, I am alright. I just found a quiet space to chill for a while so I didn’t want you to wait for me. I just got home. Sorry for ruining the night. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You said, putting your shoes away.

“Don’t say that, (y/n). I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

“I did enjoy myself, Wonwoo. Thank you for bringing me out to feel better.” You laughed. After wishing each other good night, you hung up.

You took a shower and was feeling peckish so you made yourself some ramyeon. There was always ramyeon in the kitchen for when you or your mother needed a late night snack after working.

“I’ll have to drop the jacket off at the dry cleaners tomorrow.” You groaned tiredly, looking at the blazer that rested over the back of the chair.

Hoseok was one of the first ones to wake up. After a day of working and a night of drinking, the boys all usually slept in during the weekends. The moment his foot touched the bottom of the stairs, a maid ran over to him, bowing her head in fear.

“What is it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Your workers are here, sir. They said that it is important for you to see them immediately.” She relayed timidly, afraid of making him angry.

“Send them in. And get my breakfast.” Hoseok shooed her away before shuffling to the dining room. Like any other normal person, he didn’t like having to work on the weekends.

“Good morning, Boss.” The 3 men put the crate that they were carrying down and bowed to Hoseok.

“This better be important for you to be here on a Saturday morning.” Hoseok said, not even looking up at them. He was more focused on the tray of food that the butler had placed down in front of him.

“The shipment is here early. We thought you would want to check it right away.” One of the men informed. Hoseok put his napkin on the table and stood up.

“Show me.” He commanded as he walked over. The men opened the box, revealing the contents inside.

“Very nice...” He picked up one of the items.

“Business on a Saturday morning, Hobah?” Yoongi came in. Hoseok’s workers bowed upon seeing the pale man enter the dining room. But of course, he didn’t even spare them a glance. He sat down in his allocated seat, waiting for the staff to serve him his breakfast. His breakfast was usually an iced coffee then his food 20 minutes later.

“Can’t help it, hyung. You want the best, you’ve got to work when others aren’t.” Hoseok laughed while Yoongi snorted at his comment. He placed the items back into the crate.

“Leave this here. I’ll show the others to see what they think. Good work. We’ll discuss the rest on Monday.” Hoseok said.

“Of course, boss. Have a nice weekend.” The 3 bowed, moving the crate to the side of the room before leaving the mansion. Hoseok took his seat across Yoongi.

“So hyung, I heard you had a little moment with the girl.” Hoseok asked.

“What moment?” Yoongi asked back, no emotion on his face as he sipped the last bit of his coffee.

“Jimin said you loyally guarded the door for her as she used our toilet. Even stayed with her in the hallway after to comfort her.” He explained. Yoongi rolled his eyes, his brothers really needed better things to talk about.

“I saw her the moment she entered, I’m surprised you guys didn’t considering how high our booth is. She needed to use a toilet and the queue was insane so I offered her to use ours. And I wasn’t comforting her, she needed a quiet place and I stayed with her. That’s all.” Yoongi explained.

“Well, that’s a lot more interaction than what the rest have got. Looks like she’ll warm up to you first.” Hoseok said.

“No, she’ll warm up to Taehyung first. He was the one that sent her home.” Yoongi dug into his food on the tray that the butler brought him. Hoseok hummed but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him.

“What’s Hobi laughing about?” Namjoon came in. He had been awake for a while, opting to sit in his room to read the newspaper rather than come downstairs right away.

“No idea.” Yoongi replied, putting a chopstick of rice into his mouth.

“Ah, seriously, Hobi. I thought we established that we are not going to bring work into the dining room?” Namjoon tsked at the crate in the room.

“It’s fine, Namjoon ah. I’ll move it after breakfast. The boys needed me to inspect the goods, that’s all. Even risked bothering me on a Saturday to do it.” Hoseok waved the leader off. Namjoon shook his head with a sigh.

“Bring my breakfast.” He ordered as he took his seat at the head of the table. The butler bowed and left.

“I’m done. Going back to sleep.” Yoongi stood up and shuffled out of the room. The weekend was for Yoongi to catch up on sleep, it was normal to not see him for the entirety of the two days because he was just sleeping or resting in bed. Jin and Taehyung were the last ones that had breakfast. Jungkook and Jimin would sleep in until dinner time.

“Here. Take what is yours and leave the rest. I told you I would get things done.” Jin dropped the stack of files on the table. Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung shrugged, going through the pile to retrieve their things.

“So, hyung, did you find out anymore information about (y/n) when you did your stalking?” Taehyung asked.

“Yah, Taehyung! That was supposed to be confidential.” Jin hissed at the younger exposing him to the rest. However, the younger just shrugged.

“You’re running a check on her?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not running a check on her... Well, at least not the background checks I usually do. I just wanted to find out about her to maybe try to connect with her in some way. She is a closed book.” Jin explained.

“So what if she is a closed book, I’m sure you can still find whatever you need on her.” Hosoek laughed.

“That’s the thing... She does not have much of a record except for her birth certificate and basic school details. Everything else either doesn’t exist or has been wiped.” Jin informed.

“Wait, you’re telling me there is actually information that you can’t find?”

“How do you know information has been wiped? She could have just not had that much of an eventful life so far. I doubt she can wipe her own records and she doesn’t seem to have a reason to do that.” Namjoon said. He didn’t know you but you didn’t seem like a skillful hacker that could wipe records.

“I know information has been wiped because I am the one who wiped them...” Jin admitted with his head slightly hung.

“What?”

“Boss wanted me to wipe them. He was paranoid, especially when it came to her. So my task was to regularly wipe her records that were 'not relevant’. Hospital visits, stuff like that...” Jin gulped.

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