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You had been working alongside Spider-Man for several months, solving crimes throughout the city.
You didn't know his name or see his face, but you had heard his voice.
At first, he only called you when there was an alert, and then you would meet at the scene, helping people escape and ensuring everyone's safety.
But something changed between you two one day.
The day the Scorpion kidnapped you, Peter woke up feeling strange.
His spider-sense told him something was wrong, and instinctively, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and saw that no alerts had been triggered.
He frowned in puzzlement and quickly got out of bed to connect to his computers, where he typed several commands simultaneously before pausing momentarily.
"E.V., locate the last known location of Precinct Y/N," the dark-haired man requested.
Peter watched as the AI moved across the map of Queens until it reached a point where something red was marked on the ground.
"Last known location of Precinct Y/N, found," E.V. finished.
Peter noticed the red marks on the sidewalk, quickly donned his suit, and swung between the buildings to reach the location he had seen on his computer.
"I don't know what game you're playing, Scorpion," he said bluntly, "but if you want to play, at least show your face first so we can talk."
A metallic sound was heard behind him.
And Peter turned around quickly, noticing Scorpion's presence.
"Spiderman, I wasn't expecting you so soon," he smiled. "Did you get my message?"
"The blood here"—he pointed to the exact spot on the ground—"Is it hers?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Spidey, you disappoint me," the other complained. "What happened to 'Good morning, how are you?' 'Fine, and you?' or 'Thanks, Spiderman, I'm fine too'?"
"I don't have time for this, Scorpion. I told you to answer the question," he said very seriously. "Is this her blood?"
"Yes, it's her blood," he said, making Peter's gaze harden even more.
"She tried to call you, you know?" "To ask for your help," he shrugged. "I had to explain to her that it wasn't the best thing to do," he said. "I'm sure you understand."
"If you killed her, there won't be a place on Earth or any other planet where you can hide," he growled. "Tell me where she is"
"Here," said the Scorpion, extending his tail and wrapping it around your waist to pull you closer.
Peter had to take a few deep breaths when he saw the cut on your lip; that's where the blood had come from.
Your eyes locked the moment you saw each other, and you almost cried with relief when you realized he had come to rescue you.
"Are you alright?" "What's wrong?" he asked, and you nodded slightly. "Yeah, it's okay, everything's fine," you murmured.
"Let her go," he murmured. "Whatever the problem is, we can solve it between us. She has nothing to do with it."
"Oh, but the problem is that she DOES have something to do with it, Spiderman," he said. "You see, SHE'S your closest confidante, the person you tell everything, or almost everything, about your life, right?" “—he questioned, running his fingers under your chin—she has information many would kill to hear.”
“I’m not going to tell you anything, you bastard,” you blurted out, making him laugh.
“I see why he likes you, it’s not hard to see, you two are perfect for each other,” the Scorpion commented, laughing.
“I’m not going to ask you again, Scorpion,” he said. “Let her go or I’ll show you no mercy.”
“Wow, that sounds pretty serious even for you, Spidey,” he muttered. “Are you going to kill me?”
“No, but I’ll hurt you so badly you’ll wish you were.”
The Scorpion then threw you aside to focus entirely on Peter, whom he attacked with all his might.
The man was strong, but Spiderman was far smarter.
After several jumps and dodges, he placed the inhibitor at the base of his spine, ceasing all neuronal activity, which prevented him from moving completely.
Your fellow police officers took him away, while Peter called an ambulance to help take you to the hospital.
When you woke up, the first thing you saw was a huge balloon that said "Get well soon!"
And then you saw him.
He was sitting in the hospital chair, seemingly asleep.
He was wearing the mask, so you couldn't tell for sure.
"Hey," you murmured; he stirred as soon as he heard your voice.
"Hi," he whispered, his eyes shining when he looked at you. "How are you?" "Like I'd been run over by an eighty-ton truck," you whispered. "I'll be fine," you smiled weakly. "Thanks for taking care of me, Spiderman."
"There's nothing to thank me for," he said. "Besides, you always take care of me too," he murmured. "We're even."
"We're even," you repeated.
You remained silent for a few moments, until you spoke again.
"What are you like?" you asked. "Underneath the mask?"
"Why do you want to know?" he whispered softly.
"To get a mental image of you," you confessed.
He remained silent for a few seconds before continuing.
"I'm dark-haired," he said. "I have wavy hair and light brown eyes," he murmured. "There's not much more to say."
"I'd give anything to look into your eyes, even just once," you whispered.
"I've thought about that many times," he confessed. "If I take off my mask, you might not like what you see."
"I highly doubt it," you replied. "And even if I did, that wouldn't change the fact that you're the person who has saved my life countless times."
"Revealing my identity to you would be very dangerous, Y/N," he murmured. "All my enemies could use you to get to me, like what happened today, and I…" He took a deep breath. "I can't bear to see you get hurt because of me," he confessed. "That will never happen again."
"I understand, but nothing will happen to me," you smiled slowly. "I have the best superhero in the city to protect me, don't I?" A nervous laugh escaped from beneath the mask.
"Yes, I suppose I am the best," he conceded, before turning serious again. "You have to promise me that if I do it, you won't tell anyone who I am. No one else can know."
"I swear on my badge," you murmured. He nodded firmly.
You held your breath as he reached behind his head to remove the mask.
The first thing you noticed was his hair.
Soft, chocolate-brown waves framed a youthful face with gentle, kind features.
"Hello," you greeted, offering a shy smile.
"Hello," he replied in kind.
"So this is you?"
"Yes," he whispered, tilting his head to the side. "It probably wasn't what you expected, but…"
"You're exactly how I imagined you'd be," you interrupted, making his eyes widen in surprise.
"Really?" "He asked, and you nodded.
"Really," you affirmed. "Let's start over," you whispered, extending your hand. "I'm Y/N," you said.
He looked at your hand for a few moments, and without hesitating, he shook it warmly, saying:
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled. "I'm Peter, Peter Parker."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter Parker," you replied. "Have you been rescuing many kittens trapped in trees lately? That's also a job for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, right?"
"You're something else" he said, laughing, as you joined in, laughing heartily even though you shouldn't have been, with a couple of broken ribs.
☆ synopsis: Peter gets a normal coffee from a normal shop on a normal day. Then he hears his name.
☆ warnings: none (i think?), brand new day peter parker, loneliness, room temp coffee? mdni
author’s note: this is my first tumblr post. (it’s short - does it count?) hello!
It was just another order. Another name. You weren’t aware it would stall the queue, leave people piling into the doorway with frustrated huffs, or that you’d tipped his world completely, irreparably, on its axis.
“Coffee with milk.” You’d called, fighting with the plastic lid as you pried it over the cardboard corners. You’d passed it out to whatever hand reached for it first, glanced up politely, mind preoccupied with the next order until recognition derailed your rhythm.
“Oh, hey Peter.” A casual, polite hello. A nod to an acquaintance. A friendly smile. “How’ve you been?” A perfectly normal thing to say to a classmate. An unobtrusive, socially acceptable remark.
Or so you’d thought.
The gratitude tumbling out from his mouth was cut short, and he chocked on the rushed thank you so much! As he reached out for his order. His entire body grew still, like he’d been isolated in a pocket of time. Frozen. His muscles locked up, his eyes widened, and his fingers hovered over yours, close enough to feel the heat emanating through the cardboard. As he blinked slowly, pulling himself back into the present, something painful flashed through his expression. It was instantaneous, barely noticeable, but your smile turned cautious.
You waited, coffee extended between you like peace offering, until the silence became unsettling. Your eyes flitted from the man before you to the line of customers growing behind him.
Had you said something wrong?
He mustn’t recognise you. Surely school hadn’t been that long ago…Was it only you that remembered the quiet, smart, nervous boy who always saved a hello or goodbye for you each day? You’d shared a project together in your last year, hadn’t you?
“Sorry.” You began, conscious of yourself, the queue, and his evident discomfort. “I didn’t mean to-sorry. Your drink.” You presented the little cup again, as if maybe he hadn’t noticed it the first time, and felt his fingers flex over yours.
He was trembling.
Beneath the harsh lights of the coffee shop his wide-eyes seemed bug-like. He took the cup, but didn’t withdraw, and his lips parted and pressed together like he was trying to say something.
“Are you feeling alright?” You ask.
“What did you just say?” It came out as a pant. Almost a whisper. Though the urgency was sharp.
Someone behind him cleared their throat irritably. You glanced over his shoulder and started to feel hot under the scrutiny of the collective stares as they waited for you. Exchanging your weight, you looked at the little ticket with his order - one regular coffee, additions: milk - and stressed your lip.
“I asked if you were alright.” Suddenly conscious of yourself, your voice, and the way he stared at you like he was close to tears, you weren’t sure what else to say.
“Before that.” Peter said.
“Um…Coffee with milk?” You looked at the little cup as if it had the answer, searching for a grasp of whatever it was he wanted to hear. His stare was unrelenting.
The line behind him was getting longer, bunching at the door so much that the little bell had stopped ringing, instead propped open by the bodies crowded there. As much as it was nice to see a familiar face, clearly just for you, it was coiling your nerves. Each huff, each glower, every tsk that hissed out from behind your old classmate made your chest tighten apprehensively. You were going to get in trouble soon. You were sure of it. You itched to move on.
“No-“ Peter shook his head. The wobble in his voice startled you. He sounded…pained. Desperate. You looked back at him, brows curved, and rolled your lips together. He seemed close to tears.
“…your name?”
“Yes.” Peter gasped, grip visibly tightening on the flimsy cup caged by his palm. Your gaze flicked between the paper and his face. His eyes were rimmed with red, lips parted with anticipation. Buckling under the intensity of his stare, you glanced away.
“…Peter?” You offered weakly, unsure what else you’d possibly said in the few words you’d given him, until a voice cut through the strings of your conversation, and jolted you back to life.
“Excuse me, how long’s my drink gonna be?”
“Sorry.” You gushed, snatching a paper cup, a ticket, and snapping your attention to the next customer. “Y-yes, just a minute.” You rambled, and turned your head back to Peter, who washed his eyes over you like he was seeing you for the first time. “Sorry-“ you started, but you weren’t certain exactly what for. “Sorry if…if I did something. Feel better, okay?” You moved to the ticket, and then to the row that had appeared beside you. You didn’t have another moment to spare. “I’ll see you later, Peter.”
I’ll see you later, Peter.
The last thing you’d said before turning back to your station. Five simple, normal words. He’d heard them a thousand times. But that had been before. Now, they were words that cracked him open and punctured his lungs, like he’d been unable to breathe in the time since anyone had known his name.
He was washed out by the wave of customers moving from the store. The bell above his head chimed again like an alarm trying to drag him from a dream.
Through the glass, he watched you. Coffee, milk, repeat. Mundane, routine, and completely oblivious to his turmoil. Peter glanced at the paper cup, the liquid warm now instead of hot, and exhaled loudly through his nose. The traffic on the sidewalk dislodged him, and he was swept by the stream to his apartment, where he climbed onto the fire escape. He sat his coffee on the railing and watched it, like it might say his name all over again. It remained untouched, as if drinking it would pour away whatever impossible thing had just happened and leave him alone and forgotten all over again.
He hadn’t realised quite how little he’d existed until now. Each day without his name he’d faded a little more. It was like his soul was evaporating. Piece by piece, until only his suit remained and no boy inside to wear it.
summary: something is wrong with your next door neighbor, and it's up to you to figure it out (from this request)
wc: 2.2k
cw: set in BND so obviously spoilers for NWH. just a lot of whump (happyish ending) with poor peter :( detailed panic attack as well as death mention, SH (aggressive hair pulling during the panic attack) (sorry i like to make peter hurt). reader is gn! so read as you please, also set pre-relationship vibes that could be seen as platonic or in a mutual pining way idc
the first sign that something was off with your next door neighbor, peter parker, showed in his texting.
in the months he'd been in the apartment next to yours, the two of you had grown quite close. it was slow, at first. this meek, fawn of a man who had moved in just before christmas, seemingly closed off to all of your friendly neighbor charms and attempts at passing conversation.
he stood no chance against your grandmother's brownie recipe.
from that cold night in january on, you saw more and more of him open up. you'd gotten his number, and discovered the list of commonalities between the two of you. as he let you into his life more, you started to even find it endearing as he spammed your phone at all hours of the night, your notifications filled with nothing but the fleeting thoughts on his mind he thought to share with you.
but suddenly, a stranger was responding to you; single words replaced his once excited paragraphs to even the most of mudane things.
may 3rd @ 2:35am
you: did you watch the nintendo direct tn???
peter parker (#1304): last night, technically
peter parker (#1304): AND YUPPPP
peter parker (#1304): already calculated how much overtime i’m gonna need to afford the new zelda and mario dlc
peter parker (#1304): see you after summer 😔
you: you literally don’t even have a switch
peter parker (#1304): no but i have the kindest most wonderful neighbor in the whole wide world who does
peter parker (#1304): 🥹
you: why the hell are you even awake rn??
peter parker (#1304): i should ask you the same question, miss.
you: touché
may 4th @ 6:23am
peter parker (#1304): dude dude dude
peter parker (#1304): wake up and look at the sunrise
peter parker (#1304): loooookkkkkkkkkk
peter parker (#1304): lets go to the roof
you: if you send me one more message at this godforsaken hour, i'm going to murder you with my bare hands
peter parker (#1304): like you could even catch me 😏
may 4th @ 12:03pm
you: do you want spaghetti or mac and cheese for dinner tmrw
you: those miiiiiiight be the only two things to my name rn
peter parker (#1304): is it the spongebob mac and cheese
you: yes
peter parker (#1304): oh fuck yeah
may 5th @ 01:12am
you: are you breaking things over there? what the hell was that noise??
peter parker (#1304): lol
you: no like, you good????
read @ 02:45am
may 5th @ 10:48am
you: no fear, i have acquired hot dogs for the mac and cheese
may 5th @ 11:55am
peter parker (#1304): can't tn
you: what!! i spent a dollar fifty on these clearance hotdogs for nothing?? guess i'll have to get food poisoning alone 🙄
peter parker (#1304): lmao
you: everything okay?
read @ 11:59am
the second sign was the fact that he had dodged your weekly tuesday night dinner.
that alone wasn't unusual, as he'd cancelled plenty of times in the few months you'd grown to know peter. the day he swan dove through your window in stark red and blue, mistaking your room for his, you had finally found out why. now when he flaked, he'd attach a local news article of the crime he'd just stopped to his apology text an hour after he was supposed to show up. sometimes, you wouldn't hear from him until he got back just before the sun broke through, knocking on your window in desperate need of whatever medical attention you could offer him.
he had dodged you plenty of times, but today was different. peter texted you around noon, when he was supposedly mid chem-lab, simply saying he wouldn't be able to make it.
it wasn't weird that he bailed on your plans. it was weird that he let you know ahead of time.
but that wasn't what caused you to crawl across your shared fire escape and force your way into his bedroom. no, it was the third thing.
the third thing was the beyond heartbreaking, soul-shattering sobs that you heard come through the wall. paper-thin walls had become a bittersweet troupe to new york, and you often had done your best to respect your neighbors privacy whenever you could hear them and... whatever they were doing. especially peter.
you hadn't heard a noise like this from him before, though.
you were out of your window and onto the fire escape before you even knew your body was moving. climbing over the rusty metal through the dark, crisp night, you fumbled your way to peter's window just a few feet from yours. you'd only done this a few other times (in daylight, mind you), and how he did this multiple times a day was beyond you.
with the fight in your system to get to peter overcoming the flight as you resisted the urge to look down at the street 13 floors below you, a silent prayer left your lips as you hit peter's window and noticed it still unlocked from when he'd returned earlier.
there was a moment of hesitation, a flash of guilt as you contemplated the insane invasion of privacy it was to enter someone's bedroom window without asking. he hadn’t even noticed you yet, for fucks sake.
the moment passed as you heard peter choke trying to catch his breath.
pulling the window up and nearly falling through, you found him in his bed, the sight utterly gut-wrenching. if peter knew you were there, he didn't show it as he laid there, curled in on himself in fetal position, crying so hard you were sure he wouldn't have a voice tomorrow. you took a step closer, steadying your own breath as you took the view in of the strongest person you knew, spider-man, for fucks sake, choking on his own spit as he had his hands grasped around his damp curls. you watched in horror as he yanked. hard.
it was too much, and you had to intervene. you tried his name a few times, but it seemed peter was far too lost in his own head to notice.
"peter?"
god he can even hear her now. he tugged his hair harder, hoping the pain would drown out the voices.
"peter, please! you're hurting yourself!"
hearing her was one thing, but feeling his dead aunt's hands on his own was a new low. he'd officially fucking lost it.
"no! you're not even real!" peter screamed as he shot up right, the sudden motion catching you off guard and sending you to your ass on the hard ground.
you hit with a soft "oof", and it knocked some sense of reality back into peter as he met your gaze on the ground just below him.
"wh-what? what are you, how did you get in here?" he croaked out, confirming your previous suspicions that he'd shot his voice.
you moved to stand, watching as peter tucked himself small again to make room for you on his bed. it was immediately clear just how embarrassed he felt as he tried to wipe away his tears and snot, smoothing his tussled hair out as you cautiously sat at the edge of his bed.
"it seemed like something was wrong. guessing i was maybe right?" you tried softly, offering him what you hoped came off as empathy rather than pity.
it was hard not to - pity him - in that moment. you hadn't yet seen this part of peter. right now, he wasn't spider-man. he wasn't peter parker, top of his class at ESU. he was a broken boy, pieces shattered and laying out in front of you. you didn't know what was wrong, but from the look on his face, maybe just being here was handing him the first piece he needed to start putting it all back together again.
peter's face crumpled, fresh tears streaking down his cheeks as he launched himself into your lap. the dam broke as he let out wails that chilled down to your bones, broken "i'm sorry"'s filling the air between his gasps.
you didn't know what to do. you didn't know what was wrong. but it didn't matter in that moment as you held him tightly, pulling one of new york's mightiest heroes into your lap fully and cradling him as though he wasn't a 22 year old man. with a hand in his hair to soothe his obviously sore scalp, you whispered soft nothings into peter's ear as he continued to sob, and nothing but unintelligible "sorry"'s left his chapped lips.
you stayed like that for god knew how long, letting him get it all out. you didn't care that his tears were starting to soak through your sleep shirt, or that he was drooling against your arm as he fought to catch his breath. you didn't care. you just cared that he was as safe as he could be in your arms right now, and that he wasn't alone anymore. it broke your heart to see him so hurt. someone who saved you from a man in an alley with nothing but the flick of his wrist and a quick-witted comment, now bawling in your lap and apologizing as if he had been the one to hurt you that day.
after a while, peter eventually began to quiet down, his cries fading into soft sniffles. his once heavy, labored breathing started to even out as he used his remaining energy to match the deep and steady pace you had set out for him long ago.
soon, it settled even further, and you looked down to see a sleeping peter parker collapsed across your lap. you smiled at the sight, relieved to see his body finally relaxed. with the upmost caution, you shifted so that peter was laying back on his bed, and tucked his blanket gently around him. reaching up to brush some of the matted, sweaty hair from off his forehead, you gave a soft smile before you went to stand, but a hand landed gingerly on your wrist, causing you to turn back.
"don't go. please." it was so broken that it made tears spring in your eyes.
"i'm not going anywhere, pete. just grabbing a few things quick, okay?"
with a soft hum and the return of his steady breathing, you got up to get some supplies: a cold rag, some meds and a glass of water to soothe the headache you knew would be there in the morning, spidey-healing be damned.
you returned to sit next to him, covering his face as gently as possible with the rag. he hummed quietly, leaning into your touch as you wiped away the hours of tear tracks that had eroded his cheeks like a river does the land. you tossed the cloth to his dirty bin, tensing as you decided on your next move.
fuck it. you'd already broken in to his literal house.
you climbed into bed next to him, shimmying your way under the covers and molding yourself against his warm, tired body. he accepted immediately, arms finding their way around your waist and letting out a content sigh as your head laid on his chest. you smiled, noticing his heart rate had finally returned back to normal.
more unknown time had passed, this time much more serene than the last lost chunk of time. you'd thought he was fully out, feeling yourself pulled under the same lull before peter's voice quietly cracked through a whisper.
"it's my aunt's birthday today."
you moved your head to look up at him, your own eyes welling as you noticed the tears in his.
peter hadn't talked about her much. you only knew that she was gone and that he loved her wholeheartedly. he flickered down to meet your gaze before looking away again, and you began to draw comforting patterns over his chest in an encouragement to continue.
"i... i lost her last year. it was my fault, i... i-i couldn't-" he was cut off by his own choked sob, and you crawled further up the bed to hold him tighter, more properly.
"shh, hey. it's okay, peter. it wasn't your fault." you didn't know what had happened, but you knew there was no way in hell this was on him.
peter shuttered an exhale as he buried his face in your neck, newly wet cheeks smushed against your warm skin. "it's her birthday. and... and for the first time, she's just not here."
his voice was barely audible towards the end, and you held him even closer at the admission. you rubbed his back and exaggerated your steady breaths for him to mimic again as you laid there with him, allowing him to simply not be alone with this.
"i'm sorry i kept you up. i'm sorry i didn't come to dinner. i'm sorry about all of this." peter sounded like he was eight years old again.
you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. "peter, please. you don't have to apologize to me. thank you so much for telling me."
his eyes wavered in your gaze before he dropped it, nestling his head back against you with a quiet, "okay". your hand found his hair again, the other still firmly planted on his back.
"can i ask you a question?" he just hummed in acknowledgment.
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The Feeling | Peter Parker x Psychometric!Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: After you move in across the hall from Peter Parker, the boy you loved before you lost your memories, Peter decides he can’t take it anymore. He wants you to remember. Late night at a college party, a guy accidentally bumps into you, spilling his drink all over you. Under any normal circumstance, you would’ve brushed it off…but your powers are triggered a suddenly you remember that this isn’t just any guy. He isn’t just your neighbor. He is, or rather was, your boyfriend.
WARNINGS: Reader has psychometric abilities (she can touch certain objects or people and see into the past), some angst, Peter yearning big time, happy ending!
A/N: Don’t worry, there are absolutely no spoilers for BND, I’m going to see it Friday! So, here’s one last post before I go off the grid for BND :)
WC: 5.3K
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Peter Parker’s soul had been fractured some time ago and he craved a feeling that he believed to be the remedy.
What that feeling was, his mind wasn’t so sure, but his heart and soul knew.
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Peter Parker’s quaint little apartment was awfully loud for someone who lived alone.
The window was wide open, the hustle and bustle of New York infiltrating his home. The crap dryer was in the middle of shrinking his jeans as it hummed loudly, sounding as if a few screws were loose.
Which, come to think of it, probably were.
His speaker played music softly as he was hunched over the small desk near the window. He was in the middle of patching up his suit after an intense fight with The Hand.
Crash!
Peter jolted up, on high alert for any other sounds. His spider senses weren’t going off, but he was still worried about what caused the sound outside of his apartment.
He quickly grabbed his phone, pausing the music to hear better.
He was met with a dead silence until-
“Shit!”
Peter let out a sigh of relief, hearing a muffled voice from behind his door in the hallway.
The person must’ve dropped something.
Peter rose up from his seat and cracked open the door, only for his breath to quite literally catch in his throat.
You were standing there, three boxes stacked on top of one another, a fourth box on the floor with shattered glass surrounding it.
You set the three boxes down and huffed, scratching the back of your neck and looking at the mess you made in the hallway. You glanced up at the boy staring at you as if he had seen a ghost.
“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I just- well I thought I could carry all these boxes to my apartment, but clearly not.”
Peter swallowed hard and blinked, snapping out of the trance he was in. “You- wha- Sorry,” he laughed awkwardly, making you quirk a brow. “You’re moving in?” he asked, glancing at the apartment door right across the hall from him.
You nodded with a small smile, dangling your keys up. “Yup. Right across from you apparently.”
Peter’s eyes widened.
He hadn’t seen you or heard from you in years. Not since Dr. Strange casted that spell and made everyone forget who he was. For years he wondered where you were, if you were okay, and more importantly, if you found someone new because truth be told, he hadn’t.
He wasn’t even looking.
At university, girls would flirt with him every now and then, falling for that shy and dorky personality with something more mature growing around the edges. Peter Parker was an attractive guy and he was so sweet, so kind, to everyone he met.
The boy could’ve honestly had a new girlfriend by now.
But he didn’t because it had always been you.
You were the only girl he ever wanted.
You rocked back on your heels, staring at Peter with narrowed eyes. You couldn't quite place it, but he seemed familiar, like maybe you had seen him somewhere before, but then again, he looked like your average young adult in New York. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
Peter blinked. “Me?”
You looked around the empty hallway with a small giggle, already finding your new neighbor rather entertaining. “Who else?”
“Oh. Duh,” Peter lectured himself from under his breath with closed eyes and a pitiful headshake. He cleared his throat and straightened up, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, no, you don’t.”
He hated lying, especially to you.
You tilted your head slightly. “Are you sure? You seem…I don’t know. You seem familiar. What’s your name?”
“P-Peter,” he stuttered. “Peter Parker.”
You hummed, the name not entirely ringing a bell. “Peter Parker,” you repeated, as if it would jog your memory. “Sounds familiar, but then again, you have the most generic name.”
Before Peter could respond, you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself.
Peter stared down at your hand, then pulled his lips into a tight line. He knew that if he touched you he risked you immediately being overloaded with the knowledge of who he was and the history you both shared.
The day Dr. Strange casted that spell, he promised you that he would remind you of who he was.
That was the first time Peter Parker ever lied to you.
He went down to the pastry coffee shop he knew you and Ned would hangout at just to bother MJ, because there was once a time Peter was in the picture too. When he saw you sitting beside Ned, a small warm peppermint hot chocolate in your hands, his heart fluttered, excitement coursing through his veins as he made his way over to introduce himself, just like he had rehearsed a million times.
“Hi, I’m Peter Parker, and you don’t know me, but we used to be friends, more than friends actually.”
Was what he was supposed to say.
But when he got close enough for you to look up at him, a glint of confusion in the very eyes he had fallen in love with, his own eyes that you had no recollection of caught sight of the healing gash that caused a slit in your eyebrow and the bandage a few inches away from it on your forehead.
A painful reminder of what it meant to get too close to someone like him.
It was his fault that you had gotten hurt and nearly died.
He didn’t ever want to put you in a situation like that again, and after Aunt May…he figured it would be best if you were no longer associated with him.
He froze up completely and ended up telling you his name like some kind of dork and asking you if the peppermint hot chocolate was worth the five dollars.
So now, in the present moment, his heart was slowly breaking because you hadn’t fully remembered him from that day, which was fine because why would you have?
He was just a weirdo who approached you awkwardly and asked how the peppermint hot chocolate was, which…was strange because it wasn’t inherently obvious to anyone that wasn’t MJ or Ned that that was what you were drinking.
But Peter knew because it was your favorite.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I would shake your hand, but my hands are dirty. I was just uh…cleaning.”
“Oh,” you muttered quietly, pulling your hand away awkwardly, glancing away from him feeling slightly embarrassed.
The hallway was silent as you stood there for a second, Peter thinking of something, anything to say to you because he didn’t want the moment to end.
“Do you want me to help you carry your stuff in?” Peter offered.
Your brows pressed together. “I thought your hands were dirty. I don’t want you touching my stuff,” you half joked.
“Right…” Peter replied. “I’ll sweep up the glass.”
You smiled softly and nodded, unlocking your door and dragging a box inside, thinking that your new neighbor was a little weird, but meant well.
Peter smiled and as soon as you disappeared into your empty apartment, his smile fell instantly. He squeezed his eyes shut, muttering a list of profanities under his breath as he returned back into his apartment to retrieve a broom and dustpan.
He swept up the glass and you thanked him before going back into your apartment.
For the next couple of days, you wouldn’t see Peter often. You’d sometimes cross paths heading downstairs to retrieve your mail, earning a small wave from him or see him on your way out to work.
Regardless, that little to no interaction was driving him up the wall.
You were right there.
Right across the hall.
Right within arms touch, and one touch…just the one, had the potential to ignite an old flame again.
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Peter lied on his couch, staring at the ceiling while tossing a pen into the air and catching it mindlessly. He was supposed to be figuring out what to eat for dinner, but alas, you were on his mind.
He had missed you before, but ever since you moved in he felt like he was losing his mind.
You consumed each and every one of his thoughts, every fiber in his being. If there was one thing Peter Parker wanted, it was you.
He jolted up, hearing the sound of someone knocking on his door. He practically bounced off of the wall, his spider senses going haywire, sensing that it was you. He swung the door open and saw you standing in the hallway wearing a casual outfit that you still looked cute in. Cute top, sweatpants, and pair of slippers that he bought you for Christmas one year that made him smile from ear to ear.
“Hey,” he said casually, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his biceps flexing, which he was doing on purpose.
He watched as your eyes darted down quickly and back up. He noticed the way you swallowed, blinking quickly as if to get your mind back on track, which only made him smirk.
He was glad to know you still liked that.
“Hi,” you chirped. “So…” you trailed off, rocking back on your heels. “I made dinner and I accidentally made too much, I doubled the recipe,” you explained, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and have dinner with me?”
Peter blinked, caught off guard. “I uh…yeah, I’ll have dinner. I’ll be over in a few.”
Your smile widened. “Perfect. See you in a few.”
You turned on your heel and went across the hallway to your own apartment. Peter went back into his and scrambled across the living room into his bedroom where he yanked off his tank top and sweatpants. He threw clothes out of his closet and tried on about five different outfits before deciding on a t-shirt and pair of jeans. He nearly tripped over the clothes that were now all over his floor as he raced towards his cologne, deciding on the one he knew you loved.
He grabbed his shoes and-
Wait…
Does he need shoes to take two steps across the hallway to your apartment?
He decided to slip on his slippers like you had. He grabbed a bottle of wine that he was saving for his Daily Bugle office party, figuring that this was more important.
Did you drink?
He wasn’t sure.
He’d bring it anyway.
He raced over to the door, hand halting over the handle.
Hold on…
Jeans? Really? You were in sweatpants!
He groaned and ran back into the kitchen, setting the wine bottle down and running back into his room, yanking a drawer open and grabbing a pair of sweatpants. He kicked the slippers off, hobbled on one foot, nearly falling over as he took his jeans off and replaced them with the sweats.
Peter went back to grab his slippers when a new thought filled his mind.
What if you had changed into jeans?
“No,” Peter lectured himself. “You look fine. You look great,” he reassured himself, though his heart was racing, which could’ve been because he just ran around his entire apartment in less than five minutes.
He made his way out of his apartment, standing in front of your door and taking a deep breath.
Knock knock.
Within two seconds you were at the door, opening it all the way.
He let out a sigh of relief to see that you were still in your sweatpants.
The scent of his cologne immediately filled your nose and you felt an odd tingling sensation in your finger tips, as if your powers were so desperately trying to remind you of something.
You raised a brow, knowing you didn't smelled cologne when you initially went to his place, meaning he put it on before coming to yours.
“Brought some wine!” Peter chirped, holding up the bottle. “I actually don’t know if you drink, but if not I have uh…” he trailed off, thinking. “Well, I don’t have anything except for water…out of the sink, but I’m saving up for a filter!”
You raised your brows as he rambled, and his face quickly went red in embarrassment. “I uh…” he laughed. “I’m joking,” he breathed out. “Well…not really, but…”
You giggled, stepping aside. “I don’t drink, but I’ll gladly try with you. Come on in.”
Peter made his way inside and looked around as you shut the door. Your apartment reminded him so much of your bedroom back at the Avenger’s Tower, it just looked as if you had grown up.
Because you both had.
Peter Parker was still the nerdy, awkward, and awfully cute boy you met back in high school that you unfortunately didn’t have the pleasure of remembering. But something about him had changed. He was more mature. Slightly less awkward but still rather awkward to a fault.
“Your apartment is nice,” he complimented, following you into the kitchen.
“Thanks,” you beamed. You reached into the cabinet and pulled out two regular glass cups. “I don’t have wine glasses,” you said sheepishly. “This should work, right?”
Peter smiled. “Yeah. It’s perfect.”
“Now would probably be a good time to tell you that I don’t have a bottle opener either.”
Peter shrugged, taking the foil off of the bottle. “It’s alright. I got it.” Peter’s muscles flexed ever so slightly as he quite literally flicked off the top. “Tada!”
Your eyes widened. “What the hell? How’d you do that?”
Peter smirked. “Well, I work out a lot,” he said smoothly, leaning against the counter.
You raised a brow. “Do you now?”
Peter nodded. “Yeah. Like, a lot.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m at the gym all the time.”
“Right.”
Peter smirked, watching as you tried to conceal your smile, which you were doing a very poor job at. “You’re smiling.”
Now you broke, smiling like a dork. “Because you’re funny.”
“But I didn’t say anything funny.”
“You did,” you said matter of factly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to impress me, Parker.”
“Are you impressed?”
You rolled your eyes and snagged the glasses off of the counter. “Come on. The food is getting cold.”
Peter smiled triumphantly to himself. Back when you two first met, you were both incredibly shy, but you managed to take charge, flirting with Peter constantly, making him a nervous mess.
But now time had changed you both.
Now Peter was the one with the confidence to flirt with you and make you all nervous.
He followed you to the small table in the kitchen where two bowls of pasta were sitting. You both sat down, Peter pouring both your glass a little less than halfway.
“So,” he said, trying to spark up a conversation, aka, trying to figure out how you had been the past few years since he had missed out. “How’d you manage to afford to live in the most expensive place in all of New York?”
You laughed because you and him definitely did not live in the most expensive place in all of New York. It was actually the cheapest and you considered it to be a literal shit box.
“I’m making, like, fifty cents above minimum wage working at a bookstore a few blocks down,” you said as he slid your glass of wine over to you. You grabbed the glass from him, your fingers just centimeters away from ghosting his…just centimeters away from knowing the truth. “It’s not bad though, I like it. What about you?”
Peter filled his glass the same amount as yours. “I work at the Daily Bugle. I get all the pictures of Spider-Man and stuff like that.”
Your eyes widened as he set the bottle down, meeting your gaze. “You know Spider-Man?”
Peter shook his head, averting his gaze. “No. I- I mean, I just get the pictures,” he said sheepishly, bringing the glass up to his lips.
You gave Peter a confused look. “Come on,” you said. “You must know him. I mean, how else do you get literal selfies of him on top of the Empire State Building? Unless…you are Spider-Man,” you joked.
Peter spit his drink out back into the cup, becoming a coughing mess. “Wha- What?! N- No-!” he managed out between coughs.
Your face contorted into one of pure bewilderment at his reaction, something you weren’t at all expecting. “Jeez, okay…”
Peter put his glass down, shaking his head adamantly. “I’m not Spider-Man,” he said sharply.
“Okay.”
“That wouldn’t even be possible.”
“I believe you.”
“I just…we’re close enough that he gives me those pictures.”
“Right.”
“I am not Spider-Man.”
“Exactly.”
It was silent for a beat as you stared at each other. By your expression and tone, Peter could tell that you were catching onto something, but he wasn’t quite sure what. It could’ve been the fact that he was Spider-Man, it could’ve been that you were slowly starting to realize you knew him before, he wasn’t sure.
One thing he knew for sure was that if you kept staring at him, you would probably start to put two and two together somehow, because you always did.
“Are you gonna try that?” he asked, motioning to the glass on the table.
You glanced down at it and grabbed it, bringing it to your nose.
“Oh, shit,” you grimaced, the scent burning.
Peter smiled. “It’s not all that bad.”
You brought the glass to your lips and immediately spat it back out into the glass. “What the hell!” you exclaimed. “How does anyone drink this shit?!”
Peter laughed. “This is supposed to be the good stuff.”
You gagged. “Gross.”
“So uhm,” he began, changing the subject, grabbing his fork and picking up some pasta with it, you repeating the action. “You got any family close by?”
Now, he was just checking to see if you still had your family of Avengers.
To his knowledge, and based upon where things were the last time you two were actually together, you had already lost Nat, Tony, and Steve, so you were really left with the only two people you were close to.
Sam and Bucky.
You had been complaining to Peter your whole field trip across Europe about how you hated living with Bucky because he was insanely over protective and the only reason you were on that trip was because of Sam.
But then again, Sam was also over protective, just slightly less.
Your fork clattered against the plate, making Peter’s brows raise slightly.
“Sorry,” you laughed awkwardly, picking it back up. “I uh…I don’t,” you said, figuring it would be best to not tell a stranger that you were a superhero and after you moved out, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson had a falling out, which meant they went their separate ways and suddenly you didn’t seem to exist to either of them anymore.
Bucky was a new Avenger and Sam was rounding up his own team and you were left behind.
“No?” Peter asked, not wanting to pry but so desperately curious to know that the past few years you’d been okay.
You couldn’t look at Peter as you shook your head. “No,” you said quietly.
Peter’s heart broke because that told him everything.
You had been just as alone as he had, with the exception of MJ and Ned of course.
You had no family and neither did he.
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Peter shut the door behind him, back pressing into it as he slowly sank to the floor, letting out a deep sigh.
God, he still loved you more than anything.
Of course he did.
Peter was completely lost.
He wanted you to know that just a few years ago you were both so desperately in love with one another, and you were just one touch away from knowing it.
You clearly were interested in him, already starting to fall back in love with him all over again.
He could just fall back in love with you and act like there was no history, but what was the point?
He didn’t want you to know who he was anyway to keep you safe.
But his soul craved to be with you again.
He bit his lower lip in thought, deciding what to do.
He had to tell you.
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Your nose was filled with the putrid smell of alcohol and marijuana as you leaned against the wall that was vibrating against your back due to the music.
You sipped on the red solo cup in your hand, the plastic filled a quarter of the way full with soda, which was probably meant to be used as a chaser, but you didn’t drink.
Your eyes scanned the party, watching college students do the most heinous things while under the influence.
“And then…there’s Miles. This random high school kid from Brooklyn who might be Spider-Man, but my friends said we probably shouldn’t be stalking a fifteen year old.”
Your friend, Ned, was rambling to someone about how you, MJ, and himself were on the brink of discovering who Spider-Man was, though you were all more than likely far off in your guesses.
MJ was beside you, arms crossed over her chest as she pointed out people for you to look at. First it was some frat guy standing on top of a table while chugging a bottle of beer, then it was some girl making out with her boyfriend, and now it was some loser who allegedly kept staring at you.
“That guy,” MJ said, nodding her head across the room. “He keeps looking over here every ten and a half seconds.”
You didn’t know who she was talking about due to the sheer amount of people in the room, and you didn’t necessarily care. “Glad to know you’re keeping tabs on potential threats,” you teased lightly heartedly.
“Hey,” MJ, shrugged. “Maybe once Spider-Man stops taking all your villains, you can get back at it. I feel like you don’t pay attention to anything anymore.”
Ever since the Avengers had gone their separate ways following Thanos, you hadn’t really done much as a masked hero.
You vaguely remember fighting alongside Spider-Man to defeat Mysterio and then there was something that felt like a blur with three Spider-Men, Dr. Strange, and villains from differing universes.
On numerous occasions, the ‘New Avengers’ had reached out about you joining their team, but you objected each time, partially because you hated the idea of your family of heroes being replaced, partially because of the politics surrounding it with Sam fighting for copyright, and partially because you enjoyed being a normal person for once.
Your entire teenage years were dedicated to fighting and for once in your life, you wanted to just live.
“I pay attention,” you said, finishing your drink.
MJ, pursed her lips, giving you an uncertain expression. “You know, a few years ago you would’ve thought that weird guy over there was out to get you because he’s been staring at you since you got here,” she said matter of factly. “Oh, not to mention he keeps scanning the room as if something bad is going to happen.”
You smirked. “Imagine he’s Spider-Man.”
MJ raised her brows. “That loser?”
You giggled. “I honestly don’t even know who you’re talking about.” Before MJ could respond, you flashed her your cup. “I’m going to get some more soda. Want anything?”
“Soda is good.”
You nodded with a smile and began to push your way through the crowd.
MJ’s eyes followed you briefly before glancing to the side. The ‘loser’ that she said was staring at you was following you, pushing his way through the crowd.
“What a dork,” she mumbled to herself, assuming that he was some socially awkward dweeb who had a crush on you.
In the kitchen, you had already filled up MJ’s cup and now you were filling up your own. You weren’t paying any attention and didn’t seem to notice the guy whose hands were shaking as he moved to stand beside you, refilling his cup that was already full.
It was Peter Parker, your neighbor, and you couldn’t seem to notice him in a crowded room. A few years ago, you would’ve thought he was the only person in the room, your eyes locking with his naturally.
It was like he didn’t even exist in your world all over again, and it was then he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.
You had to know.
You screwed the cap back onto the soda and grabbed the cups. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but you were already walking away.
As you began to push through the crowd again, you glanced down at the soda you had poured for MJ.
It was Sprite and he hated light soda, she preferred dark, something like Coke because ‘Light soda isn’t on the same wavelength as my soul,’ or whatever nonsense she said back in high school.
“Damn it,” you muttered to yourself, turning abruptly onto your heel.
Little did you know, that ‘loser’ MJ mentioned just moments ago was hot on your tail, following you.
You both accidentally collided into one another, your chest hitting his, sending your drinks, and his splashing, and very conveniently only hitting your clothes.
“Oh no!” he exclaimed. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Are you alright?!”
Peter scrambled to figure out how to help, worried that he had completely ruined your night.
Then he looked at you and panic set in.
He recognized your reaction all too well.
Your breath caught in your throat as you looked down at the half empty cups in your hands. You looked like you had seen a ghost.
As soon as you touched him, you saw everything.
The boy in high school you had fallen in love with.
The first time you’d met, Tony Stark introducing him as ‘The Spider-Ling’, to which Peter embarrassingly looked away from you when you laughed.
All those late nights staying up together over a video call, ranting about whatever books you were reading, a science project he was working on, or rambling on about your days, which you’d already spent together.
The first time he swung you all around New York when you couldn’t sleep, your arms wrapped tightly around him as your stomach dropped each time his webs redacted from a building.
Your first kiss at the top of the Empire State Building, slow, desperate, and messy.
The entire team of Avengers finding out about you two being together and embarrassing you both endlessly.
The two of you growing and maturing together right before college applications.
And that was the last you could remember of it because your memories had been taken from you.
It was like the room had fallen silent, the music fading out, and suddenly only you and the boy you spent your entire teenage years loving were the only people in the room, two hearts beginning to beat in the same rhythm again.
Your eyes slowly glanced up to meet his gaze, tears threatening to spill from them. Your mouth had gone dry, not even knowing what to say.
Peter’s face immediately washed over with realization.
You knew.
You touched him and your powers went off, telling you exactly everything that happened.
Before he could say anything, you turned around quickly, pushing as fast as you could through the crowd.
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You managed to get away from the party, and found an empty fire escape on the side of the building where you sat crisscrossed, staring at the busy city despite it being so late at night.
You heard someone grunt softly and the sound of metal clanging. You turned and saw familiar brown hair and brown eyes.
Peter.
He gave you a soft smile, but you looked away, out into the skyline.
Peter’s smile faded, heart aching as he moved to sit beside you.
It was painfully quiet as he played with his fingers, not knowing what to say just yet.
Thankfully for him, you spoke up first.
“You promised me,” you whispered, voice trembling. “You promised you’d remind me of you. Of…of us.”
Peter glanced over to you, though your gaze remained on the skyline. “I know,” he said. “And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he apologized sincerely.
You finally turned to him, tears in your eyes. “Why?”
Peter swallowed, blinking rapidly. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I just…I thought that everyone was finally okay because I wasn’t there. You all got to finally go to college because you didn’t know me. You all got to be happy and live a life away from all that stuff. You guys didn’t need me.”
“I needed you, Peter,” you said. “I needed you more than anything.”
Peter’s heart absolutely shattered at your words and the pure hurt in your tone.
You grabbed Peter’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “I’d go back and do everything all over again if it means being with you. I’d go back and not get accepted into MIT. I’d go back and nearly die. I’d do it all over again, Peter.”
Peter’s expression softened. “I just wish it wasn’t like this. I want you safe and I want you to get everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“But that’s just the cards we’ve been dealt,” you said softly, his hand still in yours. “If we hadn't been dealt them, who’s to say we would’ve ever been together?”
Peter sighed, staring out into the city. “It’s not fair to you. You deserve better and it was selfish of me to even think about getting back with you.”
You stayed silent, staring at Peter before looking away again.
“You know,” he began, letting out another sigh. “I had this whole plan to tell you tonight about everything. I assumed you wouldn’t believe me so then I was going to get you to use your powers and-” he cut himself off, shutting his eyes. “It was stupid. So stupid.”
You shifted your body, turning sideways to face him fully. “Peter,” you said softly.
He slowly glanced up to meet your gaze. “Yeah?”
“It wasn’t stupid.”
Peter’s brows pressed together. “But it was-”
“Not, it wasn’t,” you interrupted him.
Peter then began to ramble a mile a minute, and it started to remind you of him in high school.
“Okay, but like, I just keep you in danger, and I know you always have been in danger because you have powers, but I feel like you’re in additional danger and-”
“Peter-”
“I just want you to be safe and I think maybe we should go back to not knowing each other-”
“Peter-”
“Not that I don’t want to know you, because I love you, and I-”
Peter cut himself off, face a bright shade of pink. He looked at you with wide eyes, your lips parted slightly.
Your lips slowly curved upward into a teasing smile as he began to panic again.
“No! I didn’t mean that!” Peter exclaimed. “Wait! I mean, I do love you but- but- like, you know- actually-”
Peter’s words weren’t cut off because you interrupted him verbally again.
No.
You kissed him.
Soft and gentle just like you had that night on the Empire State building.
Peter didn’t freeze up like he did that night.
He immediately melted into it, kissing you back.
Your powers gave you the ability to recall history or memories of the past. Peter’s did not, but something about that kiss made him remember the feeling he had been missing for years. The feeling he craved to experience again.
And that feeling was you.
The missing piece of his soul was you and it always had been.
You pulled apart, forehead resting on his. “I love you too,” you said softly, glancing up at him, cupping his cheek.
Peter swallowed. Hard. “You- You do?”
“I do.”
Peter’s lips curved into a smile. “I love you too.”
“Good,” you said, thumb brushing his cheek. “So, do you wish I could lose my memory of you again?”
“No,” Peter chuckled, leaning into your touch. He reached for your hand that held his cheek and kissed it softly. “Never.”
So.. I read what you wrote about some of the boys with an s/o who's blind without their glasses, and I have something similar, but also entirely different.
I think it might be self-indulgent, since it is based off of me, but I wanted to ask anyway.
Sometimes, I get little black-out moments (as in I only see black), most commonly during my period, but it does happen other times, as well. It lasts at most a few minutes, but it is very scary and I sometimes feel faint during it. I know my eyes are open, though. So, how would some of the boys (maybe the housewardens or overblotters 👀) act/react to a s/o that gets these?
Summary: twst boys with an s/o who's sometimes stop seeing for a few minutes.
Gn!Reader, reader is not Yuu, established relationships; casual(?), short; hcs; possible OOC;
English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
Riddle
Panic hidden behind a sharp, stern tone and memorised medical-magical protocol rules.
The first time it happened, he nearly clutched his heart. He’ll start spouting medical terms, fussing, and insistently demanding that you be sent to the infirmary.
He takes you by both hands and squeezes them to feel your presence. He begins to count seconds in a steady, clear rhythm or recites Queen of Hearts rules aloud, so your mind can latch onto his voice.
When he realises that this is a safe condition, his panic will turn into hyper‑vigilance. Riddle always holds you by the elbow during walks. If your vision goes dark during a tea ceremony, he silently takes the hot cup from your hands so you don’t burn yourself, and places a warm biscuit into your fingers.
A quiet Sunday morning in the Heartslabyul garden. You’re reading a book together when suddenly your “lights go out” again. You don’t even have time to inhale before Riddle silently takes the book from you, marks the page, and gently rests your head on his shoulder. Stroking your hair, he continues reading the same chapter aloud – in a calm, lecturing tone, slowly turning the pages, until your vision returns.
Leona
A lazy “Are you kidding me right now?” behind which hides an instantly sharpened protective instinct.
He immediately notices the change in your breathing and the unfocusing of your pupils. He won’t make a scene, but his ears will flatten against his head from tension.
He simply pulls you to him and sits you down next to him (or collapses onto the grass with you). “Don’t move. Sit still.” He creates, so to speak, a “safe place” with his body, until you can see properly again.
His tail begins to gently wrap around your ankle in such moments, creating an additional anchor point in the darkness. Leona will never admit it, but he secretly dug through a pile of Savanaclaw books under the pretext of “just being bored,” trying to find the cause of this symptom.
A lazy afternoon in the Savanaclaw common room. When your vision goes dark right in the middle of a conversation, you simply take a step forward and blindly fall onto the sofa – right onto Leona. He only grumbles in annoyance, but immediately pulls you against him, covering you with his heavy uniform coat. You lie there in silence, listening to the steady beat of his heart and his deep purring, until the darkness slowly recedes.
Azul
He falls into a cold mental stupor‑analysis. It’s vitally important for him to understand the mechanics. When you say “I just can’t see anything – well, more accurately, I see just a black screen,” he starts frantically running through possible deals and spells in his head.
He takes off his own glasses, carefully sets them aside, and takes your hand. He begins calmly, in a velvety voice, to describe everything happening around you: “To your left, Jade is holding a tray. I’m sitting next to you.”
Azul will try to find rare potions that improve magical vision or perception, and discreetly add them to your drinks. And if an episode occurs in front of others, he’ll instantly shield you from prying eyes with his back, pretending you’re just discussing an important document.
Late evening in the VIP room of the Mostro Lounge. Azul is sitting over reports, and you’re filing papers. At the moment of “blackout,” you quietly drop your pen. Azul immediately puts down his quill, moves closer, and, covering your palms with his warm hands, begins retelling the gossip and college news he heard during the day. This is his special way of distracting you, available only to you, because with others he is never so open and talkative.
Kalim
Genuine fright, turning into incredible warmth, care, and hyperactive support.
The first couple of times he gets really scared when you don’t react to what he’s showing you, but seeing your calmness, he quickly learns to adapt.
He starts gently stroking your head or back and talking non‑stop about everything in the world, so you won’t be scared in the darkness. “Remember that festival? And today Jamil made…”
Kalim turns these “minutes of darkness” into a cozy game. He might gently take your hands and start slowly spinning you in a slow dance right in the middle of the corridor, so you don’t think about the darkness, but only feel the movement and his warmth.
A ride on the magic carpet over the evening courtyard of the dorm. If your vision goes dark at altitude, Kalim instantly sits down right behind you, wraps his arms around you from behind, and begins describing the sunset with genuine delight: “The sky is so purple‑purple right now! And that cloud over there looks like an elephant!” Thanks to his emotional descriptions, your “blank screen” fills with the brightest colours, even without the help of your eyes.
Vil
He immediately takes the situation into his own hands. No fussing. He sighs, but his eyes follow you closely.
Vil stands right in front of you, gently cups your face in his hands, and asks you to explain how your… “episodes” work. “Now it’s better to say ‘listen to me.’ Is everything under control?”
He’ll start creating the perfect daily routine for you, blaming fatigue and eye strain. If an “episode” (affectionately) catches you at a public event or a fashion show, Vil elegantly pulls you against him by the shoulders, as if it’s a deliberate paired pose for the audience, not letting anyone notice your confusion.
Evening routine in front of the mirror in Pomefiore. Vil is applying skincare cream to your face, and when your vision cuts out and your gaze unfocuses, Vil merely smiles softly, turns your face toward him with his fingertips, and begins a slow, relaxing massage of your temples and cheekbones. “Don’t tense up. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you. Even in the darkness, you need to know how to relax.”
Idia
“System returned 404! Rebooting! Do you have a blue screen or power‑saving mode?” (Okay, okay, I’m kidding.)
Idia gets more scared than anyone. His hair instantly flares brighter. He’ll start babbling in gamer slang: “I‑is that like a temporary texture ban?! Optic nerve glitch?!”
He’s afraid of hurting you, so he doesn’t dare touch you right away. But if you reach out your hand to him, he’ll cling to your fingers like a lifeline. Idia will start explaining in detail the mechanics of one of his inventions or a game plot – for him, this is the best way to calm himself down. (AND YOU TOO)
Idia… oh, he’ll design and build a special gadget/glasses for you with built‑in AI or magic sensors that, when you lose your sight, emit quiet sound‑beacon signals about obstacles around you. And he’ll be very embarrassed when handing it over, saying: “It’s just a prototype! Don’t think anything of it…”
Nighttime co‑op gaming in his room in Ignihyde. When your “screen” suddenly goes black during a raid, you just put down the controller and blindly rest your head on Idia’s lap. He first freezes like a statue, puts the game on pause (which for him is akin to a heroic feat!), and then quietly, shyly, begins running his fingers through your hair while you rest in that bluish half‑darkness.
Malleus
For a being who has lived for centuries, your physical health is a mystery. When your “lights go out,” the atmosphere around Malleus becomes heavy and cool, and the magic around him begins to spark slightly.
He gently embraces you from behind, enveloping you with his long arms and letting you lean fully back against his chest. His voice sounds right by your ear – a soothing rumble. “Then for these few minutes, I will become your eyes.”
Malleus might lightly illuminate his fingertips with a soft green magical glow – even if you can’t see anything, you can feel the pleasant, warming radiation of his magic, which gives a feeling of absolute safety. He is genuinely charmed by how calmly you take this.
A nighttime walk to yet another gargoyle he wanted to show you. When the “darkness” hits you, Malleus doesn’t stop – he simply takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, and leads you further along the path. He knows this route by heart and walks so confidently and smoothly that you don’t trip over a single root. With him in absolute darkness, you feel safer than in full daylight, feeling only the coolness of the night air and the warmth of his hand.
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Straw hats with an S/O who loves trying their hobbies, but are really bad at it!!
Contains: Zoro & Sanji
A/N: A little self indulgent one for myself! I had to soil my backyard yesterday for a garden bed, and lugging around 12kg bags of dirt really hurts your arms.
Zoro
🎍 Zoro felt proud when you asked to learn sword fighting from him. Training was a big past time of his, and you being there with him would make him happier than ever. Even if he didn’t show it too much, he smiled at you as he handed you the wooden practice swords.
🎍 What Zoro didn’t expect is how… bad you were at it. He knew he was leagues above you in skill, but you had the skills lesser than a child. The only way you could ever win against him, or catch him off guard at the least, was if he just stood there and didn’t have a practice sword. You were that bad at it.
🎍 He likes your drive, though. No matter how much you mess up, you keep trying. He can’t tell if you really have a passion for the craft or you just want to be around him. But either way, he isn’t mad. You’re slowly getting better over time. Very very slowly.
🎍 One night when you two were sparring, Zoro decided to throw the duel in your favour. In a way that was convincing so you wouldn’t notice. Sure, Zoro hated losing, but it was worth it to see the smile on your face. After he does beg you to never tell anyone he “lost” to you, which you agree with.
Sanji
🍽️ Sanji was over the moon when you asked to cook with him. After all, the way to a person’s heart was through their stomach. It was always good to have a kitchen hand, and Sanji was so happy it was you. He doesn’t let many people interrupt him while he’s cooking, but he trusts you. For about two minutes.
🍽️ He gave you the simple task of boiling water. Just boiling water. But someone, you managed to destroy two pots, the spatula and managed to be the first person to burn water. Sanji was really surprised. He knew you said that you weren’t the best at cooking, but he wasn’t expecting you to be Luffy level bad.
🍽️ Over time, he just gives you simpler tasks. Like cutting vegetables or helping plate the food. Sanji loves you, he does, but he also values both your lives. So you’re banned from the stove and anything that involves mixing more than one ingredient. He doesn’t want the entire crew to get food poisoning.
🍽️ On the rare occasion you do cook, or he allows you to help him with the difficult stuff, he’ll eat the entire thing. He has a strict no wasting food policy, especially when it came to you. He has a strong stomach. No matter how bad or burnt or raw the dish is, he’ll eat it with a smile and tell you it’s delicious.
straddling sanji... the way his hands shake when you lower yourself onto his cock, his lip almost trembling when he bottoms out beneath you. he's mesmerized by your beauty as you work yourself up and down his length, head tilting back in bliss. and he's almost certain he's squeezing your hips too hard, but he just can't help it—not when you're squeezing him so tight.
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Caleb is visiting and he gets so excited finding red fur all over your apartment.
"Pipsqueak, why didn't you tell me you gotten a dog?!"
"Um, Caleb—"
"Oh, I know, I know. It was a surprise, wasn't it?"
He is checking everywhere looking for the dog. He crouches to the ground, looking under the couch. "Is it a little pup or a big one? Where is that doggo?"
At that moment, he sees a pair of unfamiliar shoes. Large shoes. Men's shoes. He raises his gaze slowly, meeting Valko's eyes.
Caleb immediately notices the pair of red canine ears. And the large bushy tail swaying leisurely from behind.
With his arms crossed over his chest, Valko smirks, his voice intentionally dropping an octave lower as he greets Caleb:
Malleus helping Reader with their cycle/period cramps? 👀👀👀👀👀Maybe??? 👀👀👀👀👀👀 Please?? 👀👀👀👀
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Malleus Draconia x afab!reader
period problems! some suggestive material, and obviously talk of blood cuz periods
malleus doesn’t really understand what a “period” is. when you tell him you started, he’ll look at you like wtf..?
so you then have to explain what a human menstrual cycle looks like. expect plenty of questions..
“so you’re bleeding?” “yes, malleus. i’ve said that.”
he means well though. he’ll also talk to lilia about it, and get some information from him
one day you’re not in class, so malleus hurries over to ramshackle to visit you. he finds you laying in your side, curled up like a baby, clutching your lower stomach. he thinks you’re dying
you have to explain that it’s just cramps from your period. he nods along, then lays behind you, resting his large hands on your tummy and putting a bit of pressure to try and ease your cramps
he’ll be so quick to get you whatever you need—pads, tampons, snacks, whatever. he’ll make sure you eat food that’s higher in magnesium to try and ease up cramps
if you bleed through your clothes, whether during school or while you’re sleeping. he doesn’t call attention to it. if you’re in public, he’ll stand behind you and drape his blazer over your shoulders, which is long enough to cover the stains
if it happens when you’re asleep, in the morning he’ll gently wake you and run you a warm bath. he’ll carry you to the bathroom, helping you undress and hiding the stained clothes so you don’t have to worry about anything. he’ll then strip the bed, and wash everything at once to remove stains—and won’t breathe a word about it
he never wants you to feel embarrassed about the blood. he may not understand everything about periods, but he knows they’re normal
he does research on how to ease cramps. he reads that orgasms help, so he brings it up to you. he more than willing to please you at any given point, as he feels like that level of intimacy should always be indulged in—you’re his mate, after all
so if your cramps are particularly bad (or if one or both of you are horny), he’ll run his hands down your body making sure you’re relaxed and comfortable, then gently ease himself inside of your sensitive cunt
his thrusts remain slow and steady, but hit deep enough to still make you feel good
he’ll then clean you both up, not letting you lift a finger as he runs you a bath and changes the sheets if needed
every time you’re on your period, he ensures that you’re feeling as comfortable and painless as possible. he hates seeing you in a state otherwise, it really hurts his heart to see you not well
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note from madz~ augh malleus the man you are. i need him bad
a/n: i was suddenly reminded of a weird ass fic i read years ago and my mind wandered, get ready for some unrealistic body function? ability? durability? idk… enjoy!
cw: 18+ MDNI, FREAK4FREAK, obsessive/stalker behavior, blood, biting, Dex likes pain, pathetic!Dex (as usual), reader is a freak weirdo (not just freaky in a sexual sense lol), slight gothic themes, mentions of gore, some unrealistic freaky shit, eye licking (not described, also, DO NOT DO THIS IRL PLEASE), riding.
You knew he was watching you long before he could ever revealed himself to you, your perfect neighbor, who had set up cameras all over your apartment the day after he met you, he had helped you paint your bedroom walls like the good neighbor he was, taking time to set up the cameras once you had left to use the bathroom. it was so easy, but it was also easy for you to notice them, it weirded you out for a split second, but then the idea of it all grew on you, and you chose to ignore them and indulge this helpful man.
Becoming friendly with him, you’d ask him out for coffee as thanks for whenever he’d help you out with something, getting close enough to have a movie night. you wanted to know your voyeur, what was he like, how did he live, and well, he was way more put together than you imagined, his apartment so clean and unbelievably organized, it was clear he needed control of his surroundings, so he might have some deep rooted issues about that huh? not too bad, at least he’s not a slob. you enjoyed your time with him, hiding how much you liked how flustered he was beside you on the sofa, forcing his eyes to stay focused on the tv, so cute. halfway through the movie you’d excuse yourself to the bathroom, and somehow stumbled into his bedroom, where you found a photo album. it was filled with pictures of you, your writing, sticky notes you had thrown out, scrapped pages from your journal. used plasters, hair clippings he must’ve gone through your bathroom bin for, your old toothbrush, and so much more in this album or well, bible of you, and so many letters he’s written but never given you, it was all kinds of extreme, but you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the little love notes and drawings he’s done, completely dedicated to you.
You’d wait for him to confess, and wait long you did, but not a peep came out from him about it, just the usual overly friendly neighborly behavior he always had for you. After a month you’d get sick of it, what was he waiting for? you’ve made unbearably clear that you liked him, but apparently you had to give him that final shove. so you broke into his apartment while he was at work, wine drunk and silly in your head about it all, you just wandered around his living room, bottle in hand, looking at his things as you waited, and waited, and waited, aaaand finally you could hear the jingle of his keys down the hallway as he got to his front door. the look on his face when he saw you, it was intoxicating, you were in his living room only wearing your pjs, your eyelids heavy as u looked at him with a silly smile, “hiiiii i’ve been waitin’ on youuu” you words slur as you got up from the couch, “hey— uh umm… what are you..?” he’s dumbfounded, this can’t be happening, he must be imagining it, cause why else would his sweet neighbor be drunk in his apartment right now, you giggled at his reaction as he slowly stepped closer to the couch where you sat, “are you feeling okay?” he asked getting a little concerned at your unusual behavior, but you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was, “yeah! i just wanted to come by and chat about those cameras you put in my apartment” you lean your head back a bit, “but you weren’t home— and then i remembered you told me about your spare keys so i use those so i could wait” you ramble on when you looked back to his face, oh he looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “c-cameras..? i um..” he swallowed as his mouth went dry, “yeah the camera that you put up that time u helped me paint my bedroom..” you nod your head acting as if it was nothing, “i’m so sorry— i should’ve.. i- i..” Dex stuttered over his words, panic pounding in his chest, “for what?” you ask looking at his avoidant eyes, his eyes shot to yours pleadingly, begging you, please don’t make me say it, but you persisted, tilting your head to the side curiously, he hesitatingly open his mouth, “i know i shouldn’t have— i’m so so so sorry i put them there..” you could see his lip tremble, eyes glossy with tears of guilt, you smiled at him softly, giving him a sympathetic look, “ooh nooo silly, no need to apologize for that” you hum sweetly, “i just wanted to let you know i accidentally knocked one down…” your tone became more sheepish as you went on, glancing away, “and i think i might’ve cracked the lens.. sorry..?” you play with your hands. Dex stood there astonished, you knew? and you weren’t here to scold him, not to scream at him that he’s a creep, but to apologize for damaging that cheap little camera, oh fuck you might be even more perfect than he thought, you knew he was watching you all those months and still you did those things, none of it was on accident.
Your first official date was nothing he could’ve expected, he had fantasized about a date at a cozy cafe or something, but no, you had something way more fun in mind, you took him to a graveyard. You’d wander hand in hand reading the gravestones and fawning over the pretty statues, “ooooh look at that one, soooo prettyyy” you’d smile, walking up to the angel cradling a gravestone all sorrowful. After a while, the sky got darker and you found yourself sat by the crypt, having a couple of drinks as you just chatted, telling him random facts here and there, “did you know that Mary Shelley lost her virginity on her mothers grave” you’d say with such awe, “i think it’s pretty romantic.. don’t you?” you’d tilt your head with a smile on your face that could melt his heart, “yeah, maybe it is huh..” he’d nod as he gently caressed your jawline, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, you looked him in the eyes playfully and kissed his thumb sending a shockwave to his gut, no longer being able to hold back, he pulled you close and kissed you.
Living with him was like a dream, having a man at your feet, worshipping the ground you walked on without a single complaint, he’d gladly just spend his life in bed with you cuddling and kissing, pleasuring you in every way you wanted, it was heaven on earth. Having his beefy arms around you every morning and night, talking about nothing and everything, just enjoying eachother as is, half asleep being at yours most honest, “i want to live under your skin” you’d mumble, nuzzling into his bare chest, breathing him in, “i can make it work, just for you” he’d soothe into your hair, honestly thinking about skinning himself just so you could have a Dex blanket.
Dex was so yummy, he’s always so clean, so sweet, just for you, cause he knew how much you loved to bite him, gnawing on his forearm when cuddling, biting him randomly throughout the day, “i could just eat you up, but i’d miss you too much, so i won’t” you’d mumble against the shell of his ear, hugging him from behind as he cooks dinner, nibbling at his earlobe, you could feel the shiver that ran up his spine as he let out a soft sigh, “you’re too sweet baby” he hummed leaning into you as you kissed down his neck, biting him at his sweet spot making him let out a pleasant moan.
Whenever he’d get home from a particularly messy job, he’d always be a little extra rattled wanting to get himself cleaned up, but when you’d see him like that, you couldn’t help but tug at his shirt before he’d reach the shower, looking at him with big eyes before pouncing on him, ending up with him sat in the corner of the shower with you on his lap licking the blood off his face as the shower head rained down on you both, still in your clothes stuck to your skin, eventually getting annoyed at the lack of access to his skin they gave you and you’d rip them all off, kissing him all over; to both of yours enjoyment, “you always know how to make me feel better honey.”
Of course being who the two of you were, both possessively obsessed with each other and such, you’d come up with a way to always have a piece of each other with you, having a vail of the other’s blood hanging from a necklace, it was perfectly gothic in a way that was so romantic you couldn’t help but get all giddy at the idea. Although Dex wasn’t overly thrilled with the idea of you getting hurt for this, the image of constantly having a part of you above his heart made his stomach jump, so he’d agree to it, you’d go out together to find the perfect jewelry for it then once it was done you’d pull him straight to bed, and he must admit, seeing u above him with that vail with his blood hanging from your neck, it got him even more turned on.
One quiet evening, while laying on the cold floor, you were hit with a random thought, “i just wanna wrap my tongue around your eyeball” you said it as if it was the most casual thing ever, which paused Dex more than the words themselves, but once it finally registered he’d just shrug, “okay, let’s give it a try” he says as he got up from the couch, and got down beside you as you leaned up on ur elbows, looking him in the eye with an amused smile, “for real?” you ask just making sure, he nods as he planted you on his lap, ready for you to tongue his eye, not thinking of any logistics.
Watching all kinds of horror movies together, from the cheesy ones to the horrific gory ones. well if watching it means having it on in the background while you ride him, hand on his throat making him lightheaded as the tv echoes bloody murder and chainsaws, your pretty figure above him moving hypnotically, rolling your hips torturously slow, edging him on as he whines and gasps at your inner walls hugging him tighter, “ah mmmh.. fuck baby— i can’t- ah!” his eyes would roll back as he’d blab nonsense, digging your nails into his chest, “you’re being such a good boy for me Dex..” you’d hum holding back your own moans as you picked up the pace as the movie grew more gruesome in the background.
sad wet cat dex following you around, resting his head on your lap, looking at you like he needs guidance.
but then pulls out a glock for anyone who creeps on you. ughhh i need to take him in his suit and boss him around he’s such a sweet guard dog
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I cannot handle this while I'm sick omfggggg the fbi jacket stays on. He's putting his all into pleasuring you and still asking if he's doing it right the entire time with those puffy red eyes even though you've said yes a million times and kissed him all over and moaned his name and- 😩
Then the next day he's following behind you--if you allow it--with the straightest face ever like hun we're at work 😭 who are you trying to scare AT WORK?
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Request: “Hi!! Can you do the prompt of you can’t be serious with Ace, Luffy & Law? <333” - anon AND “I don’t know why but i would LOOVEE to see a luffy lashing out on someone who tried to hurt their partner maybe in the jealousy series” - anon
Summary: The audacity of a man meets the possessive nature of another.
Notes: stinky icky gross strangers, language, Ace’s is kinda suggestive
A/N: i hope my anons are okay that i combined these requests!! i was writing luffy’s and i couldn’t get the second request out of my head. these are a bit different from the first set i did but i think they still work. i dont know how i feel about this set, not my best work (dealing with some rough adhd lately), but i still hope someone can enjoy them!!
this is mostly proofread, but mistakes may persist! thanks so much for reading!! likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!
Portgas D. Ace
He left you alone for one second, one, and some man felt like he had a chance. Ace could only laugh at the man’s confidence. But honestly, he should have expected it. I mean, you were you after all: beautiful, funny, sexy, and stubborn in the best way. Who wouldn’t want a shot at getting with you. Hell, he was lucky that only one man was vying for your attention and not the whole damn bar.
Eh, he knew how this was gonna end anyways. Might as well enjoy the show.
“Hey, sweet cheeks. Come here often?” The man stunk of whiskey and a solid layer of dirt covered his body.
“New in town,” you replied effortlessly. You didn’t want to give him anything too seductive, but you also didn’t want to scare him away. After all, you knew you’d get two shows for the price of one: a bumbling idiot trying to flirt and Ace making sure everyone know just who would be taking you home tonight.
“Maybe I could show you’s around then, doll? I know where all the fun happens.” The stranger sent you a wink.
“Hmmm, I do love a bit of fun. Know any good places one could grab a drink?” You put on your best act of being dumb, pretending as if you didn't actively have a drink in your hand.
Taken aback by the question, the man tripped over his words before answering, “Well, doll, I can buy ya one right here if ya’d like.”
“Oh, a drink would be just lovely,” you gave him your biggest, most insane smile. Time for the show.
Across the room, Ace leaned against the bar next to Thatch. He slowly slipped on his drink, smirking and holding in his laughs as he watched this man make a fool of himself at your feet.
“Oh, for the love of— not again!” Thatch cried. “Marco, it’s happening again.”
Marco turned, preparing to ask Thatch what he meant, before he noticed you and the stranger bantering across the way and the over-the-top nonchalant attitude Ace had taken up in its wake. Marco simply sighed and turned to Thatch. “Damn it,” he laughed, “Well, I guess you can room in my cabin again.”
Ace, half listening, turned to the two men, confused. “What are you talking about? Why would Thatch need to room with you?”
“Because every time a person flirts with Y/N, it ends with your headboard beating against the wall until three a.m., and some of us actually enjoy sleeping,” Thatch spoke, annoyed as Marco let out another chuckle.
Ace felt very little shame at the idea of everyone knowing, hearing that you were his. In fact, he was about to smirk at Thatch’s words until the sound of your laughter stopped him in his tracks. His head whipped back over to look at you as you sent the stranger a soft but hesitant smile.
What started as a fun side quest quickly turned into an annoying scene as the man pushed his limits a step (or ten) too far.
“The way your lips fit around that pint got me thinking about what else those beauts can do.” Your stomach dropped at the man’s vulgarity. You held in the heavy sigh of annoyance that gathered at the back of your throat, instead taking a deep breath and gathering your thoughts before choosing your response.
Normally, you would just leave this guy in the dust with a few less teeth, but Pops had said no fights this time, and you were nothing if not an obedient child… no matter how badly you wanted to punch this man square in the face.
“I’m sorry, sugar.” You gave him a smile that hurt to produce in the wake of his words. “I just don’t think I’m too much fun tonight. Maybe you’ll find another lovely lady to breathe heavily next to.” You appeared sweet, but your words were wrapped with passive-aggressive undertones which you hoped his alcohol littered mind wouldn’t pick up on.
“Oh, but darling, I think you misunderstand, you’re the one I’m gonna have tonight.” The man stepped close, his hot breath fanning over your face, sending a sinking feeling to your stomach and a horrible shiver up your spine. You immediate turned to search for Ace.
Seeing you search for him, Ace knew immediately the man had made you uncomfortable. Without blinking, Ace downed the rest of his drink, wiped away the drop that trickled down his chin, and pushed off the bar, heading in your direction. He made his way over to you with the precision of an apex predator and the intentions of a man who looked upon you as if you had created the world by hand.
As you were searching for the words to de-escalate the mess you started, Ace stepped up beside you and slung his arm around your shoulders, placing his hat on your head with the movement.
You immediately felt your body relax under the weight of your lover. The man across from you, on the other hand, tensed up.
“Hey, love,” your boyfriend spoke, paying the man across from you no mind. This only caused the stranger’s face to grow tighter with anger.
“Ace!” you sighed out, leaning into him, grateful he had come to your aid. Speaking as if nothing was wrong, hoping to keep tensions low, you said, “I was waiting for you to come back. Where have you been?”
As Ace went to reply, the stranger coughed roughly to gain back your attention. “Hey, sweetheart, forget someone? Who’s this anyway? Ya didn’t say you had no boyfriend or nothin’.” His smile was infected with growing irritation and simmering rage.
“Ha! You think she was gonna remember you in the first place?” Having you in his arms, showing everyone, showing this man, that you were his, made Ace arrogant. Damn, did he wear arrogance well, but you really did need this getting out of hand.
“Oh, Ace, this is just—“ You were cut off by the man.
“Fella, you’re the one who left her alone. Seems like you're the one whose memory needs to be questioned.”
You sighed, bringing your fingers to your temples. You really did not need this right now.
“Ace, hey, how about we just head bac—“
Before you could finish speaking, Ace pulled you into a deep, passionate, and probably obscene-looking kiss.
You pulled away, stuttering as a blush washed over your face. “A-Ace…”
He turned to the man with a smirk. “See, already forgetting her own name.” The stranger stood there, stunned by his own anger.
Before another breath could be taken, Ace listen you with the ease and confidence he had every right to possess. Flinging you over his shoulder as you let out a soft yelp, he sauntered out of the bar. The smirk on his face told you exactly what he had planned back in your cabin.
Thatch could do nothing but sigh in defeat as he turned to Marco. “You’ve still got that extra blanket, right?”
Monkey D. Luffy
It took Luffy an embarrassingly long time to realize you were not beside him, his focus drawn away by the shiny beetle broach at the vendor table while you were still checking out at the last stall. When he looked up to see your reaction to the little object, he found you a few paces away chatting with a stranger who seemed a big to uppity to be cool.
“Hey, Y/N!” Luffy gave you a wide smile before turning to the person across from you. “Who are you?” Luffy asked, his head tilting to the side with the inquiry.
“Sir, can’t you see you’re interrupting something?” The man gestured towards you. “This lovely lady was just agreeing to go on a date with me this evening.”
Luffy laughed, “HA! That's kinda stupid. Y/Ns with me!”
The man gasped at Luffy’s words, taken aback by his bluntness and audacity to speak to a noble man like himself in a crass manner. Then he looked at you, and an apologetic and tight smile came across his face.
“I see… Good day, madam.”
As the man stepped back with a small bow, Luffy took your hand to pull you away and show you the knick-knack which had distracted him in the first place.
“I didn’t even want that bitch anyway.” The man grumbled mostly to himself, but loud enough that it did not miss Luffy’s ears.
You froze. ‘Damn it,’ you thought. All you wanted was one nice stroll.
Luffy turned around slowly. You groaned as a headache began developing.
“Luffy, hey, c’mon, just ignore him. He’s not worth—.”
“What did you say?” Luffy seethed, his tone so serious that you began to think he may have been possessed.
The foolish stranger did not back down. In fact, he doubled down.
“I said,” he puffed out his chest, basically begging Luffy for a fight, “I didn’t want that bitch anyway.”
Before the man could finish, his body was twelve feet in the air and flying across the village. A tremor in the ground and a cloud of dust in the distance told you he had landed. Hard. All eyes quickly turned to you two. It was time to leave.
Looking back at Luffy, you see him still staring in the direction he had sent the stranger flying. His breathing was heavy and rapid, his muscles visibly tense, and his hands still balled into shaking fists.
“Luffy, hey,” you reach out to touch his shoulder, hoping to calm him down enough to listen. At the contact, he melted, returning to the present, to you. “Lu, we gotta go,” you spoke softly as you slowly intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him in the direction of the ship.
The jog back was silent and quick, worry growing in your stomach at not only the idea of trouble coming but at the quietness of your boyfriend. You had never seen Luffy be so quiet for so long, not even in his sleep, but addressing the situation would have to wait until you found the rest of the crew and shipped off.
As the sun set and the ocean waves gently rocked the Sunny, you found Luffy sitting on the lion head, the place he went to think… and nap… and eat. Honestly, it’s just where he was kind of all the time.
“Hey, Lu! Mind giving me a lift?” you called up.
Luffy looked down from his seat with a smile before his rubber arms flew down to wrap around you, pulling you up into his lap.
For a moment, you two sat in comfortable familiarity watching the sunset shimmer off the water, creating a spectacular mirage of pinks and gold as Luffy pointed out shapes he saw in the clouds, but the weight of the day, of what Luffy did in your name, sat heavy on your chest.
You lifted your head from his shoulder to look into his eyes. “Lovey, are you okay? That loser really seemed to get to you back at the market.”
Luffy turned away from your gaze for a moment before taking a breath and pulling you in tighter. “I didn’t like what he said, what he called you. It just made me so… mad.”
“Oh, Luffy.” You reached up to cup his face and bring his attention fully to you. “I appreciate that you did that for me, but you really didn’t have to. He was a nobody. He wasn’t worth the anger of a great man.”
“If it means protecting you, it will always be worth it.” His words and wide smile left your heart skipping a beat and your breath catching in your throat. “I’d do it again on every island we go to, every town we stop in, if it meant honoring your name.”
“Luffy… I don’t— I’m not worth all tha—“
“You are too silly!” He said it like it was easy, like it was the most natural thing his mind could produce.
As tears welled in your eyes, you dove into his embrace, nearly toppling him over before he caught you with a soft laugh.
“Plus, I did hit him pretty far, might be a new record!”
You couldn’t help but join in on his laughter.
“I like it when you smile! Don’t ever stop.”
“I won’t, Luffy,” you wiped away the soft tears that fell as you let out another small laugh. “As long as you promise to keep being you.”
“Who else would I be?” He asked with a deadly serious face and a small head tilt, which only made you laugh more.
Trafalgar Law
Going out with the whole crew was a luxury, especially when your boyfriend would much rather be back on the ship, cuddled into your side. Not that that wasn’t an amazing alternative, but sometimes you wanted a night out with all the people you cared about, all having fun together.
In the dim lights of the corner of the tavern, the crew’s laughter at Shachi’s latest story wound down as a man slid up to the table, leaning onto the post nearest you. As he stopped next to you, he let out a small cough, pulling your attention (as well as the attention of the whole table).
“Hey angel,” he wore a smug smirk, “I was wondering if I could get you a drink.”
“Oh, I’m okay!” You turned to the rest of the crew sitting with you. “Anyone else wanna order something?”
Your oblivious reaction to the man’s flirting had the table, outside of Bepo and Law, crescendoing into another round of laughs while confusion rose to your face.
The man, adjusting his stance to be closer to you, clarified. “I think you misunderstand, dear. It is your beauty alone that has entranced me this evening. It would be an honor if you would grace me with your presence.”
Ikkaku sighed heavily and picked up her drink at the man’s absorbed behavior. Shachi choked on his own laugh, and Penguin was nearly in tears.
Law, however, showed no reaction. He simply lifted his drink to his lips and watched the scene unfold from under the shadow of the brim of his hat.
“Ohhhh,” a soft blush washed over your cheeks as you realized the meaning of his words. “That’s so sweet, but I’m sorry. I’m actually spoken for.”
His eyes swept over the table, trying to assess which of the rowdy group could possibly have won you over. With an aura of judgment, he said, “I see. Well, I am sorry for disturbing your evening.” He lifted your hand to his lips and departed from the table.
As your hand came back down, Law grabbed it under the table, rubbing soft circles with his thumb in the spot where the man had kissed you, almost as if he could wipe it away.
“Next rounds on me!” You happily declared, sliding out from the booth to head to the bar.
“Hurry back, cap gets grumpy when you’re gone too long,” Penguin joked with a smirk, elbowing Shachi beside him. Law sent them a dark glare, which only had the two men laughing more.
“Behave, you two,” you joked as you walked away.
You ordered from the barkeep and took a seat at the counter to wait. Less than five seconds later, the man in the stool next to you leaned over.
“Hey, sweetheart. What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“Just having some drinks,” you answered with a friendly smile.
“You should drink with me.” He leaned in even closer, face mere inches from yours, causing you to lean back, teetering in your chair. “Or even better, how about we get out of here?”
Before you could reply, planning to turn the man down as nicely as possible, a blue haze flooded the room, and you were suddenly transported from your spot at the bar to your seat next to Law.
You turned to your lover with a confused look.
Law simply said, “Uni’s gonna grab the drinks.”
“I am?” You heard from across the table, but your attention was drawn away by Law once more, taking your hand under the table.
As you watched Shachi and Pen compete in a round of darts, a woman came up to where you stood, leaning against a tall table with Ikkaku.
and another
Suddenly, Law appeared beside you.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Law grabbed your hand, leaving the woman surprised. “We’re going back to the ship.”
A chorus of “OOOO” came from the crew, as well as a few wolf-whistles at the actions of their captain.
“But why weren’t we having fun?” You asked, letting Law drag you away. “I didn’t get to finish my drink,” you pouted.
“Tsk,” he let out a breathy laugh. “I’ll get you another one… on the ship.”
“Hmpf,” you deepened your frown, “Fine, but you have to give me lots of cuddles too!”
Law slowed his march towards the ship to move his hand from yours and wrap it around your waist, pulling you into his side. “If you insist,” he replied with a small, smug, and loving smile.
