Pairing: Earth 1960 Variant! Hobie Brown x Nifemi Adekoya! Anansi! Fem Spider OC!
T/W: Mild mentions and descriptions of blood and injuries, and character death
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Nifemi never asked to be Anansi.
It wasnāt like she had asked to get lost on that field trip and get bitten by that God-forsaken spider
It wasnāt like she had asked to end up with powers.Ā
It wasnāt like she had asked to bear the weight of her cityās mistakes and problems on her shoulders.
But she had accepted the burden- A burden that she would carry alone.
It had always been this way. Bolatito, of course, tried her best to help. Her gal in the chair was always the sarcastic remark in the spider-womanās ear as she tried her best to save the city over and over again despite the blame and ridicule she got in return
But no one knew about the late-night cries
Nobody knew about the empty days
And nobody knew about the nights she spent wondering if she would ever be allowed to love someone.
You grow close to someone and itāll hurt 10 times worse when they leave.
It happened with Uncle Ben
It was bound to happen again.
And Nifemi, of course, had made it one of her sole duties to avoid the cursed emotion as much as she possibly could.
But again, when had life ever decided to go her way?
Hobie Brown had come into Nifemiās life as subtle as a car crash.
Standing in front of the drab university classroom, his height towering over their poor professor, everything about him was loud.
His entire outfit screamed punk. The helter-skelter of chains and studs on him would have had any Nigerian aunty calling the police. The wicks his hair had been styled into added an extra 5 inches to his already towering height. The painted guitar slung across his back looked like it could have been considered a weapon
In summary, he was everything that she had been warned to stay away from.
That didnāt stop her from being pulled towards him.Ā
Like a moth to a flame, she got closer to him, and in turn, he got closer to her.
Hobie didnāt care that she was awkward and could barely say a thing whenever he spoke to her.
He didnāt care when he found out that she was the infamous Anansi that the entire city of Laghattan had come together to hate for every attack that fell upon the city.
He stuck with her, washing away every bruise and every dark thought that surfaced with a soft caress and playful kiss to the forehead.
āWhy are you still here?ā
āWhy wouād I leave?ā
āāCause they all doā¦ā
āThen āll be the firsā to stayā¦ā
But like a moth to a flame, one always had to go out.
It was common in Laghattan, with supervillains showing up every hour, no one saw this as any different.
But he wasnāt meant to be there
So why was he there, lying on the ground, half of him barely visible because of the rubble?
Why was his arm bent like that?
And why in Godās name was the floor red?
As soon as the punk saw the torn-up spider, he tried to laugh
āāJ-jusā a scratch luv ām goodā¦ā he mumbled softly, attempting to reassure her.
His brown eyes usually filled with humor or the usual glint of mischief, were now filled with pain, the pain of him trying his best to stay strong for her.
Nifemiās own eyes filled with tears as she bent over him, her mind trying to grasp what was happening.
Her body glowed a dark violet as she struggled between her anger at herself and the overwhelming sadness taking hold of her like a fucking hurricane
She wrenched off her mask as she registered Hobie shakily telling her to breathe. To calm down that everything would be fine.
But she couldn't calm down.
Her whole world was crashing around her as the realization hit her.
The truth of the situation was setting in like a tidal wave, and with it was all her regrets and fears.
There was no way this was happening.
Not again, Please God not again
"No," she whispered, her eyes reddening.
"Nonono this can't be happening."
Her hands started trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding, she desperately wanted it to stop.
But it didn't, it just kept on flowing out of his body even as she tried to keep it in.
"You're going to be fine āBie," she whispered, trying her best to breathe but failing miserably.
āEverythingās gonna be fineā¦āĀ She wasnāt sure who she was telling this to at this point, to the boy dying in front of her or to herself.
She kept holding him, keeping him close to her, trying her best to support his head, to comfort him.
But all she could hear was his breathing, growing labored with every passing moment.
"Stay with me, stay with me," she begged through her tears.
Her hands were covered in his blood.
Hobie was covered in blood.
His pain was tearing her apart, soaking into her just like his blood was soaked into her suit
She wished she could just take all his pain away.
ā...mo nifįŗ¹ rįŗ¹ā¦ā
Nifemi looked down at Hobie in dazed confusion, tears flowing down her face as her mindĀ registered what he had just said.
The bastard had just told her he loved her.
How did he know those words?
Why had he chosen this moment to say those words?
Why now, when he was slowly leaving her?
Nifemi sniffled rubbing his cheek slightly, āE-emi na ni ife si iwo naā¦āĀ
She let out a sob and cradled him to her chest, her body now glowing a light purple a mixture of her undying love and her uncontrollable sadness, āI-I love you too you idiot, donāt dieā¦ā
He couldnāt leave her like this. She couldnāt lose another person. He promised heād stay. Heād promised
"Don't go," she whispered, her tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't leave me, please don't leave me."
"You promised you'd stayā¦"
She felt his fingers squeezing hers gently, and she felt her body trembling as the reality set in.
Her breath hitched and she held onto him tighter, as if that could stop him from leaving.
āāFemiā¦luv," he struggled to speak, but the words were coming out slower and weaker.
"Don't...cry," he muttered as his grip started to loosen.
She could hear the desperation and the pain in his voice, she could see the weakness and the fear in his eyes.
"I'm scared nightlight," he whispered quietly, his entire body trembling as he looked at her, almost seeming like a little kid instead of the punk she knew him for.
She could hear the sorrow and the fear in his shaky voice.
She didn't want to hear these words, not yet.
Her heart was breaking as she heard his heart falter.
"I don't want to die," he confessed, his words starting to slur as his consciousness was slowly slipping away.
She cried into his chest as she felt his hand start to drift away from her grasp.
She kept repeating the same words over and over again, as if that could stop the inevitable.
"Don't..." she murmured, choking on tears.
"You can't leave me...Please don't..."
She couldn't let him go. Her fingers clenched tightly around his, trying to keep him from leaving, but she was slowly losing the fight.
The grip of his dying hand was becoming more and more limp. Her grip became more desperate and tighter, but it wasn't working.
"I..." he mumbled as the words were becoming slower and slower.
He didn't finish his sentence, the words died with his lips.
He breathed his last breath, a breath that held nothing but love and sorrow.
She felt the breath leave his body.
She felt her whole world collapse.
She screamed as the pain hit her like a tsunami, the kind of pain that felt impossible to endure.
She screamed again, the scream was filled with the pain of love and grief.
She stayed kneeling on the ground with him, and she held him close to her even with the blood and the gore around her.
Her screaming turned to sobbing.
She was babbling, maybe begging, she couldnāt tell at this point.
She was clutching onto Hobie, desperately hoping he'd open his eyes again.
She was hoping that she was having some kind of terrible nightmare and this was not real.
But she knew it was real.
She knew he was never coming back.
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Did I really just finally post my first fanfic of my spidersona and Hobie, just for it to be angst?
Yes
Yes I did
If you read through the whole thing either because you enjoyed it or you were bored, thanks for reading pooks.
