#and oh looky they were immediately able to fix the problem

[stonesandswords]

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[eyebrowluv]

Tall Blonde with One Sugar 3/?

“Yes, I guess so,” Levi deadpanned, entering the apartment. “Damn, it’s fucking cold in here.”

“He has the thermostat turned way down,” Hange answered. “Probably couldn’t afford the heating bill.”

“Erwin?” Levi called again.

“Oh lookie, I’ve got guests!” Erwin giggled as he stumbled through the dimly lit apartment, clearly drunk. “I would offer you a beef, no beber-, no, shit, a drink! I would offer you a drink, but I just ran out.”

“I believe you have bigger problems. I think you’ve been robbed,” Levi claimed looking around the nearly-empty apartment.

“What? Really? Oh shit!” Erwin drunkenly stumbled down the hall to his bedroom, Hange and Levi following closely behind. “What did they take? I don’t notice anything mis-mis-, I mean gone. There’s nothing gone. Except my drink. It’s all gone. I drank it all.”

“You drank it all?” Levi asked cautiously as he picked up the empty fifth of Wild Turkey.

“What I didn’t spill. See, I spilled some of it over there. I was going to get a towel when you came to visit.”

“Thank fuck,” Levi murmured as he looked at the puddle in the floor.

“I’ll get it,” Hange announced as they rushed from the room to get the towel.

“You need to sit down before you fall down. I’m not picking up your giant, drunk ass if you pass out.” Levi grabbed Erwin by the shoulders and eased him down to his futon pad as Hange returned with a towel.

“Oh, hi Hange. You don’t have to do that, I’ll get it.”

“Erwin, you’re drunk,” Hange reminded.

“Yup,” Erwin said, popping the P loudly before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “I haven’t been drunk since undergrad. Damn, I’m boring.”

“You’re not boring, just focused,” Hange said gently with a smile.

“Fuckus, fickedis, dammit, focused? Why? What the hell do I need to be focused for? It’s never gonna matter anyway.”

“What the hell are you rambling about,” Levi snapped.

“This. That’s just the beginning.” Erwin held out a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. Levi took it from him and cautiously smoothed it out. It was an eviction notice.

“Erwin, why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t make rent?” Hange asked.

“I’m not your responsibility, Hange. I missed my interview at the fish market, and funerals are expensive. My job at the library is only part time and minimum wage. My savings is wiped out. I’m going back to Karanes.” Erwin laid down and curled up into the fetal position.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Levi remarked.

“His father died last week.”

“Ah.”

“You want to hear something really fucked up,” Erwin sniffled. “Nursing homes put liens on houses. My dad’s insurance didn’t cover but the first two months. Two months! He was there for almost two fucking years!”

“Erwin, what are you saying?”

“I’m homeless, Hange,” Erwin said, sounding a little more sober. “I have to be out of this apartment in two weeks. The nursing home is going to auction off my dad’s house to recoup their costs. So, I’m going back to Karanes. I already talked to Mr. Reeves. He said I can work at the hardware store, but it’s only part time until Christmas. He worked out a deal with the owner of the Econo Motel, and I don’t have to pay them until I get my first paycheck.”

“Erwin, no. You can’t. That place is disgusting.”

“It’s better than living on the street.”

“You can move in with Moblit and I. Finish school.”

“I can’t afford it, Hange. Even with your help.” There was an audible catch in his breath. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. You’ll see, Hange.”

“But, Erwin-“

“Listen, I have to go to work, and he doesn’t need to be alone right now,” Levi whispered.

“I’ll stay with him.”

“Good.” Levi stood time leave. “He’s not going to listen to reason right now. Let him rest. He will think more rationally in the morning.”

“Okay. Thanks, Levi.”

Levi nodded at Hange before taking the time to study the beautiful younger man laying in a heap of drunken misery. If there was only something he could do…

——

It haunted him all through his shift. He needed to help Erwin, but how? He was coming out of an emergency surgery with an idea so outrageous, so impossible that he wondered if sleep deprivation had finally caused him to lose his mind. So he did the only thing he could think of, he made a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Mike?”

“Levi? What the hell? Do you have any idea what time it is?” Levi looked at his watch.

“Sorry, I just got out of emergency surgery. But since you’re awake…”

“That’s debatable, and entirely your fault.”

“I have a question.” Levi held the phone tighter to his ear.

“Okay, fine,” Mike huffed.

“How does one become a sugar daddy?”

“Levi, what the fuck? Have you lost your mind? I don’t think I’m awake enough for this conversation. In what reality are you even Sugar Daddy material?”

“I’m serious.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, but have you thought this through? I mean, I know it’s been a minute since you got laid, but resulting to paying for sex…”

“It’s not about sex, Mike. I just want to help him out. You know, Erwin. He really needs someone. I’m in a position to help, so I want to.” Levi scratched at his head. “He’s a good kid.”

“And he’s not bad to look at,” Mike chuckled.

“Well, that is definitely a bonus,” Levi admitted. “But seriously, I don’t care if he ever feels the need to...repay me.”

“Like hell you don’t, you perv. You’d tap that ass if given half a chance.” Mike sighed into the phone. “But how do you know he will go along with it? You need a game plan.”

“That is why, against all my better judgement, I called you at the ass crack of dawn. Unfortunately, I need your help in appearing accommodating, but not creepy.”

“Too late for that, Doctor. You’re creepy as hell, but I’ll try my best to run damage control.”

“You ass-“

“When’s your shift over?”

“Assuming no other emergencies happen, 10 minutes.”

“Meet you at your place. I’ll tell Nanaba and get dressed.”

“Wait, Mike-“ It was too late. His friend had already hung up. Levi supposed that he better swing by the convenience store on the way home and buy more coffee. He was probably going to need it.

——

When Levi returned to Erwin’s apartment later that afternoon, the door was still unlocked and Erwin and Hange were still asleep. How both of them were able to fit on that pitiful excuse for a futon pad, he would never know, but it had to be because Hange was mostly laying on top of Erwin. Levi could only roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Get up! We have things to do today,” Levi practically shouted while clapping his hands.

Hange jerked awake with a snort, and hit Erwin in the nose with their head. Erwin cussed and groaned in pain before grabbing his nose and rolling over, dislodging Hange.

“Levi? What the hell?” Hange practically growled as they rolled onto the floor.

“We have a busy day, today, children. Hange, you may tag along if you wish, but Erwin doesn’t get a say.”

“Wait, what? How did you get in?” Erwin rasped as he attempted to open his eyes and look at Levi. He immediately shut them again with a pained noise on his lips.. “I’m so hungover. God, this is why I don’t drink. Not worth it.”

“I don’t feel the least bit sorry for you. You should have hydrated. Now get your giant ass out of bed and take a shower. I brought food and painkillers.” Levi nudged Erwin with his foot for good measure.

“Why are you here?”

“I’ll tell you when you get out of the shower. Now go. You smell.”

“Fine,” Erwin spat, slowly rising from the floor. “One would think that I was inconveniencing you.”

“Not at all. We’re on a tight schedule, and don’t have time for you to wallow in bed all day.” Levi turned to leave. “Come on, Four-Eyes. Give the man some privacy so he can shit, shower, and shave.”

——

By the time Erwin showered and dressed, he felt a little more human, and not quite as nauseous. He was surprised to see that Levi and Hange were still there, sitting on the living room floor with a spread of food on his crappy little coffee table.

“Sit down, eat. It will help with the hangover.” Levi pointed at a plate.

“Not to be rude, or seem ungrateful, but why are you here? I mean, if it’s to help me move, all I have is some clothes. I was going to give you back the laptop and backpack. The sorry excuse for furniture is staying. That leaves two duffles of clothes and a shoebox of memorabilia. Not really a three-person job.”

“Of course you’re leaving this shitty excuse for furniture. I forbid it in my apartment,” Levi snarled in disgust. “It’s the shopping and unloading all the new stuff that is going to be a three-person job.”

“Your apartment? New stuff? I’m afraid I’m not following.” Erwin rubbed his temples, clearly still suffering. “Do you need help shopping? You getting new furniture or something?”

“Yes, and yes. You have to pick it out first. I refuse to let you sleep on that sorry excuse of a mattress one more night.”

“What does my mattress have to do with your furniture?” Erwin asked as he gently chewed some dry toast.

“Nothing, if I have any say about it. Hurry up and eat. You have an interview in the morning, and you need a new suit.” Levi stood and stretched. “We’ll go by the tailor’s first. They may have some ready made items that fit you for the most part. Then, we need to find a decent bed. On a frame. With a real mattress. And maybe a decent desk-“

“Wait a minute. I’m still not following. I have a job interview? Where? How?”

“My friend Nanaba knows Judge Pixis’ law clerk, Rico. He is in need of a student assistant to handle everyday grunt work that most interns handle. Copies and shit. You have an interview with him tomorrow morning. It pays better than most jobs, and he’s willing to work around your schedule. We’ll have to update your resume…”

“What?” Erwin squeaked.

“What?” Levi echoes.

“Even if I do get this job, where am I going to live? How am I going to get to work? A job interview doesn’t magically fix everything. Not that I’m not grateful, I am-“

“Are you not listening? You’re moving in with me. Hence the furniture shopping,” Levi explained, almost bored.

“Live with you? But what if I still can’t make rent?”

“Did I say anything about paying rent. I make my rent payments just fine, thanks. What I need is someone who can do mundane things like laundry and grocery shopping. With the hours I work,it’s almost impossible to keep up with that shit. So, if you’re willing to wash my clothes and run to the grocery store, then consider us even. I’ll even let you use one of my cars.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“Is that all you can say? You’re supposed to be a grad student.”

“Why? Levi, why are you doing all this for me?” Erwin looked at Levi, big blue eyes bloodshot and weary.

“I told you. I need a housekeeper.”

“That’s it? You just need a housekeeper? So, you’re just going to buy me furniture and clothes, and find me a job because, what? You need help with the dishes?”

“Well, there is one more thing…”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“How do you feel about fundraisers?”

“Have I mentioned how much I hate shopping?” Erwin whined as he followed Levi past a rack of waistcoats.

“You need a decent suit. The one you have is on its last legs. Not to mention the cut isn’t quite right on you.” Levi held up a jacket in a deep navy three season wool. “We actually need to get you two suits. The second one for more formal occasions.”

“I can’t afford one suit from this place, let alone two. I’m sure I can find something passable at the department store.” Erwin grunted as Levi flung another jacket his way.

“Did I say anything about you paying? No, I don’t think that ever came up in conversation.”

“I have every intention of paying you back, but it will take a couple of decades at this rate.”

“Let’s settle this right now, Blondie. You are not paying me back. Let someone do something nice for you for once.”

“But Levi-“

“Would you like a dressing room?” The shop attendant greeted. “Mr. Arlert is with another customer right now, but maybe you can get a head start on cut and style.”

“Yes, he needs a dressing room. And could you point me toward your more formal styles?”

Erwin sighed. He knew he had just lost this battle, especially since his opponent seemed perfectly content to ignore him.

——

“Really, I’m fine with another futon.”

“Really, I’m not.” Levi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was this kid being so damn difficult?

“I’ve been sleeping on a futon just fine.”

“No, you’ve been sleeping on a glorified dog bed. You’re over six feet tall. You need a bigger bed. Besides, I refuse to allow that sad excuse of a shipping pallet inside my apartment. Real futons do not look like this.”

“But Levi, if I pick a frame then there is going to be mattresses and sheets and-“

“Yes, you will have adult furniture. Welcome to the dark side,” the older man deadpanned.

“Levi, I can’t afford this! Probably ever.” Erwin looked around the furniture store, trying to find something, anything, cheaper than what Levi was looking at.

“I keep telling you that you don’t have to afford it. I’m buying it.”

“And I’m not going to take advantage of your kindness.” Erwin ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Look, can’t we just go to IKEA or something? If I’m doing this, I’m doing this on a budget.”

“You’re missing the point here. I’m the one who determines the budget. It’s my money.”

“Well, I don’t like anything here.”

“You’re lying,” Levi accused.

“You don’t know that.”

“Erwin, there has to be something here you like.”

[stoopsbookstore]

Seven Deadly Sons Chp. 1

Welcome all who enter these halls! A new year brings new changes and with new changes comes new people. We are excited to announce an exchange program! Demons, Angels and Huma-

"Oh, fuck off."

Throwing his textbook at the speaker, Seonghwa growled at the news. Six other bodies joined him in their secret room, a small lounge for them to sit and gossip about the student body, which happens to be growing this year.

"Humans," Yeosang took a sip of wine from his chalice, "how pathetic. At least Angels have abilities to make them worthy."

"Humans can be useful, little brother," Yuta patted Yeosang's shoulder, walking past him to pick up Seonghwa's book, "they make great fucktoys."

"Well, from what I've been told, there's one girl who's coming from Earth that Diavolo wants us to keep our eyes on, make sure no ones fucks with her," Bang Chan jumped over the couch, landing on the middle cushion and reaching for the remote to turn on the TV.

Appearing on the screen was a girl in a mid-thigh pastel purple dress, holding her cross-body bag walking with Diavolo.

"From my research, her name is Y/N," Shinwon sat up, his laptop on his chest, his finger flicking the mouse wheel, "according to this page, she doesn't really have a social media presence, only really having an Instagram full of aesthetic shots, either taken herself or from Pinterest."

"And why do we care?" Seonghwa yanked Shinwon's laptop, folding it over and reading the page himself, "Oh, lookie here. Looks like she's going to be our new plaything, fellas!"

"Diavolo is trusting us with the human?! That's rich," licking his lips, Yuta zoomed in on Y/N, her skirt flowing in the wind, "come on, upskirt shot."

"Enough, Yuta," Kun grabbed the remote from the older male, shutting the TV off and pointing at the door, "We're supposed to go meet the new people, including the new girl. Get up, get dressed and look presentable."

A groan from behind the couch startled everyone. Kun throws a energy drink to a hand that launched up behind the furniture.

"That includes you, Shinwon."

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"This is the quad!"

Diavolo gestured around the octagonal space, lush plants growing on one side with a stunning waterfall and on the other, a small volcano warms the surrounding area.

"This is where you'll be able to hang out before, after and during the class day. Now, those who are underage will be on a curfew of 9pm, while those are older are allowed out until the gates close," Diavolo conjured up a projection of the front gates, the ominous feeling leaking through, "The gates close at 2am every night. If you're outside, Thornwood is not responsible for any injuries, deaths or other occurrences that may happen!"

Y/N zoned out, sitting by the small pond as she looked around. A fire demon set up a blanket by the volcano, sunbathing by the blanket. Her eyes scanned over the seven boys who appeared next to the headmaster, not stopping as she followed a butterfly that flew by her. The beautiful creature caught Y/N's eyes, the tour group leaving the quad just as Y/N noti-

Thud!

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Y/N recovered, jerking forward to avoid falling on the ball of whatever.

"Don't be," The lumpy blanket begun to speak, moving with a sloth-like pace, a head of orange-tinted hair popping out, "My fault for plopping on the ground really."

Fully exposed, the tall boy made Y/N feel small, clutching her notebook to her chest as she struggled to find the right words. Anyone could tell hs was exhausted, dark circles under his eyes in need for concealer, caffeine or something to wake him up.

"Again, I am so fu-"

"Shinwon! What are you doing to the new meat?" Seonghwa and Yuta were walking towards the newly named demon, the former dressed in a blood red button down and black skinny jeans while the latter was dresed in a loose white shirt with khakis that had been torn in suggestive spots, "At least wait a week, let her get used to the place."

"That's never fun, Mars," Yuta circled Y/N, smiling and seemingly examining her, his fingertips barely touching her waist, "might as well give her a proper introduction to Thornwood."

"A proper introduction," Yuta jumped away from Y/N at the voice of Diavolo, the three boys bowing to the ground like servants in a palace, "does not include the violation of a human with your penis, Yuta."

"Sorry, Diavolo," Yuta bows his head in the one time he willingly shows any shame.

"You three, go study. Let the new exchange students explore in peace," Diavolo gently nudged Y/N past the boys, his smirk beaming as she left the quad.

"Dia-"

"Not now, Seonghwa," putting up a hand, Diavolo silenced the younger boy, "you and the other six will be requested for a mission. 7pm. It's very important, don't be late."

With that, Diavolo vanished, Yuta, Seonghwa and Shinwon coughing at the dust cloud. Shinwon patted Yuta's back while posing a question to Seonghwa.

"Should we tell the others?"

"They already know what to do."

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Walking with her map in hand, Y/N strolled past door by door, the corridors ornately designed, purple walls with gold trim and artifacts from all around the world through the history of time.

Stopping in front of a mirror, Y/N traced the designs. The swirls under her fingers telling a story of years past and the millions of those who have walked the campus grounds. This mirror has seen millenniums of history, millions of faces, no cracks and the gold still shining as if it were brand new.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Y/N saw a boy in the mirror, his hair dirty blonde and a little bit past his ears. His outfit seemed too formal for campus life, a deep purple velvet jacket with gold designs, not unlike the hall with matching pants. Y/N found herself staring at his reflection, his face was softly sharpened and his cat-like eyes pierced through her.

"The mirror, I mean," he fixed his hair, leaning into Y/N, his breath against her ear, "but the two standing in front of it aren't that bad either."

"Uh-"

"Don't worry, I already know your name, you've met my brothers," the boy bowed, presenting his hand to Y/N who hesitantly took it, "you're Y/N, our new exchange student."

"And you are?" Y/N broke the gaze, shaking her head and letting go of the foreign hand she held, the demon rising from his bow.

"Yeosang, it's a very nice pleasure for us to meet. I'm sure maybe we can get together," Yeosang had a condescending tone in his voice, sliding Y/N's notebook out of her hands and flipping through the blank pages, "bask in my glory a little bit."

"I don't think that's how it works," feeling offended, Y/N took her notebook back, walking away before slamming into a body, money and chocolate syrup flying everywhere.

"Kun!"

"Chan!"

"Dumbasses!"

Two boys were on the floor, a third filming as Yeosang pulled Y/N to his chest, the chocolate syrup and money narrowly missing her. The mess in the hallway was ignored by those who were saw this as an everyday occurrence, one girl even throwing a towel to who Y/N can only assume is Chan and Kun. Blowing a kiss at Y/N, Yeosang let her go, stumbling over Kun and into the arms of the one filming.

"Yeosang! What the fuck? I could've had the best shot for my new DemonTube video!" The admittedly whiny voice demon pushes Y/N, Chan and Kun standing up and catching her just as she fell chest first, her outfit ruined.

"Joshua!" Yeosang clinched his teeth together, vividly gesturing to Y/N, "he-say s-iay he-tay ew-nay irl-gay."

"What the fuck are you saying?" Joshua's anger was palpable, his face a bright tomato red as he slammed the camcorder shut, "I don't care who this girl is, she ruin-"

"Dude," as they were getting up, Chan was fascinated by Y/N while Kun covered Joshua's mouth, chocolate smeared on his face, both of their eyes widened, "Exchange program, Diavolo, human?"

"Oh?" Looking Y/N up and down, Joshua shrugged, his discontent apparent as he stole the towel Chan was using to wipe himself down, "Demons are cuter."

"You assholes know how to make a guest feel fantastic on her firsr day," Y/N brushed past the four, aggressively bumping her shoulder into Joshua's.

"What is her problem?"

"I don't know, Joshua, maybe you just made her feel like crap for no reason."

"Rule number one of girls, Kunnie," swiping a stroke of chocolate off of Kun's cheek, Joshua licked his finger cleaned, "Make a girl yours by making her believe she's not. What's up with Chan?"

Chan had ran away before hearing Joshua's question, catching up to Y/N as her stomps could be heard echoing.

"Wait! At least let me buy you a new outfit," Chan grabbed onto Y/N's shoulder, the girl immediately turning around to land a sharp slap on his cheek.

"I don't know how the hell you creatures treat people down here in where the fuck this is," Y/N was almost on the edge of tears, her notebook, dress and cardigan covered in chocolate and coins, her map on the floor as Chan reached for it.

"I'm sorry that this is your first impression, please let me tak-"

Plucking some coins off of her dress, Y/N threw them at Chan, frustratingly ripping her map out of his hands.

"At least let me show you your dorm please."

Chan took Y/N's map and her hand, Y/N looking at it like it was infested, the same sticky substance coating him. Chanting something in a language Y/N has never heard, Chan magically transported them to a large opaque glass door.

"I know this wasn't a good day, but welcome to Thornwood. I'm Chan, but you can call me Chris if that's better."

"Chan's fine."

Happy with a response that wasn't shouting, he knocked at the door, looking at Y/N with a sympathetic look. Sprinkling something over the human, the chocolate stains and mess that was created suddenly vanished just as the door opened. Standing in the doorway, 7 girls peeked their heads out, groans and gasps aplently.

"You must be Y/N!" The girl looked over to Chan, her face dropping into a grimace, "he hasn't done anything to you, has he?"

"Thanks for thinking highly of me, Joy. I actually am the reason she's not dead yet," Chan gestured Y/N in, handing back her map and bowing, "Y/N, if you need me, it seems like I'll be in your classes. Don't be afraid to ask."

Slamming the door after Y/N was safe in the living area, Chan backed into the wall across from the door, sliding down the wall in frustration before Diavolo appeared before him.

"My office. Now."

In the girls' dorm, all of the others looked at Y/N like a rare specimen, one girl go as far to tug and pull at her arms like she was a rag doll.

"Sunny, I think something's off, I thought humans were to be cheerful."

"Jesus, Chaeyoung, be a little nice," Sunny conjured up a cup of tea for the new girl, Y/N reaching for it almost instantly, "She was with Bang Chan, you know what that means?"

At the sound of his name, Y/N busted into tears, falling into the arms of the long black haired girl next to her. The six other girls knew what happened, each of them grabbing a stereotypical sleepover food before the girl who Y/N could assume was named Joy patted her head, a gentle smile on her face.

"It's okay. No one has a good experience with the seven deadly sons."

[tonystarkissist]

IronDad Bingo Fic #5

Trope: Jealousy

This was requested by an anon. Thank you for the request love!! XOXO

And... also. This was mostly written in a sleep-muddled haze, slightly highlighted by a sudden intense motivation to remove all forms of stress from my life in an attempt to finally get a restful sleep... which meant finishing this one... long... piece of craziness which to me makes kinda no sense right now. So, yeah. I hope it doesn’t suck to bad lol. If it does... oh well. I’ll embrace it.

“Hey, Pete. You know about Harley, right?” Tony spun around fancily in his chair to fix the teen in question with a contemplative raise of his brows. Peter turned away from his project momentarily to cast a glance at his mentor in response.

“Uh, that kid from Tennessee you’ve been collaborating with for, like, the past month?”

Peter hated that kid…

“That’s the one,” Tony grinned brightly. He spun in his chair again, turning back to the work he had abandoned. “He’s wanting to come down for a couple weeks to help me out on a new suit. He’s had a few promising ideas. I want you to meet him.”

Peter blinked dumbly at the admittance from the man. Mr. Stark wanted him to meet his sworn enemy? Of course, Mr. Stark didn’t know about his silent, one-sided rivalry he held with the boy he’d never even met, but… still! He’d been fighting desperately for even the tiniest amount of Tony’s attention while he’d been rather preoccupied talking to this Harley kid about their project. Who knows how far he’d have to go if the other teen actually came for a visit? Gosh, Peter could see it now… 

“Yeah, sure. When’s he coming?” Peter shrugged, hoping Mr. Stark wouldn’t catch on to the mild irritation lacing his tone.

“He’s coming next week. I thought-”

“Spring break week?!” Peter cried out, spinning in his chair to settle his mentor with a wide-eyed glare to match his flabbergasted outburst. 

“Well… yeah. I thought it’d be perfect for you two-”

“But that was the week I was staying here with you and we were going to do cool stuff together!” 

Gosh! He sounded like such a whiny baby.

Peter didn’t even know how the situation was able to make itself worse, but it had. He couldn’t believe that this prick had the audacity to waltz back into Tony’s life after who knew how many years and demand attention from him. It almost took a whole year for Mr. Stark to stop addressing him as if he were an immature, irresponsible child and invite him over to see his lab. A whole year! From the stories Peter has heard about this ‘Harley’ kid, they had barely even known each other a couple days back then! 

Gosh! And now his obnoxious rival was eating up all the attention like candy… and Tony notoriously had a limited attention span when it came to things without mechanical parts or red hair accompanied by clickity-clackity heels.

“Now Pete,” Tony lamented, summoning his practiced ‘Dad voice’. “I think this will be good for you. I’m sure you two will be good friends. And we can still do things with Harley here; he’s really smart too, you know.”

And, yes, Peter did, in fact, know that Harley was a genius too. How could he not? Tony practically told him and anyone that would listen every day. He can still remember when he was the one being bragged about by Tony Stark. Which *ahem* was before ‘Harley’ came prancing back into the genius’ life from a legit midst of nothingness.

“But c’mon,” Peter whined, “that’s like the only week I have off before school ends. And then I have to go on that summer trip… we were supposed to hang out…”

“I know Pete,” Tony sighed, almost sounding guilty, but not quite, “I know you were looking forward to it just being the two of us. Sometimes we all have to make sacrifices though kiddo. I thought that this would be a fun bonding experience for all of us. Harley’s a lot of fun.”

Peter sulked and slowly turned back to his own project while Tony continued trying to reason with him dejectedly.

“You need to get used to him eventually. He’s graduated high school and I plan on giving him a high-profile intern job with R&D. So, he’ll be around a lot.”

Intern? Intern?! Peter couldn’t believe it. He thought that reckless, brunette, genius, teen boys were just a dime in a dozen, but he supposed if anyone were to attract them it’d be Tony Stark. It was stupid of him to think that he was anything special to begin with…

***

“What’s got you all riled up this time ‘round Spider-baby?” Rhodey asked, plopping down next to him on the couch as he scribbled out numbers angrily onto his Calc homework. Tony had been too busy talking to Harley to help him out like he usually did. 

“Nothing,” he muttered, releasing a growl as he realized he’d done the whole equation wrong and immediately began running the eraser violently across the page. The thin sheet ripped dramatically, and it only fueled his anger. He seethed and struggled to not lash out as he started crumbling the paper into a tight ball.

“Ah, yes,” Rhodey chuckled slightly, “I forgot it was opposite day today.”

He probably thought he was sooo funny.

“It’s not. Everything’s fine.” Peter insisted, pulling out another loose sheet of paper from his binder.

“I can see that,” Rhodey mused as he watched Peter scribble the equation across the top line of the paper again.

They sat there in companionable silence as Peter tried and failed at solving the problem once again. Some genius he was. No wonder Mr. Stark preferred Harley.

“Where’s Tony?” Rhodey finally pipes up when he watches Peter fail another attempt, “Doesn’t he usually help you out with this stuff?”

“Yeah,” Peter huffed, sounding dejected. His scribbling paused and he stared down at the paper. “He’s busy though. Harley’s coming to visit and they’re sorting it all out.”

“I see,” Rhodey admits, nodding his head. “Well, I’m no genius like Tony, but I know my way around numbers. I didn’t go to MIT for nothing kid. Let me take a crack at it.”

Peter’s eyes light up momentarily at the offer of some much-needed help and he eagerly handed the paper over.

“We just started doing differentials, and my teacher didn’t tell us how to do all the weird e’s and natural logs.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Lookie here kiddie…”

***

Peter savored the last few moments he had with his mentor before Harley arrived. They were both waiting at the airport for him, because apparently Harley’s mother was extremely insistent that Tony didn’t just hand off the responsibility to one of his lackeys. Apparently, neither Harley nor his family had ever been outside of Tennessee, so both were somewhat nervous with the spontaneous vacation.

“I’m totally dreading having to do those assignments Mr. Stark,” Peter spieled, hoping to get in as much as he could before the genius’ attention was inevitably averted to the new teen intern arriving in the next few minutes. “It’s like I don’t already do enough homework during the school year. They just have to hand out packets of work that we haven't even covered yet.”

“I can see how that would be a problem,” Tony chuckled, “Maybe I can hel- Look there he is!” Tony points at a mass of bodies coming through the gate exits. Peter immediately spots a tall, lanky teen boy, and he gulps at the striking similarities between them. No wonder Tony liked Peter so much… he probably reminded the man of Harley. Tony and Harley go farther back than he and Peter did… no wonder.

“Hey kid,” Tony smiled, looking excited as the older boy hurried up to the waiting pair. 

“Hey old man. How’s it hanging? Long time no see.” Harley laughed and didn’t even hesitate to throw his arms around the man’s neck in a friendly hug, and to Peter’s utter and complete surprise… Tony hugged him too, with a friendly - not at all awkward - pat on the back to go with it!

“Stop calling me old you brat,” he teased, clapping him on the back and pulling away from the hug to get a fresh look at him. “Look at you kid. I remember when you were just an annoying little toddler of a child.”

“Yeah, well, what did you expect after 7 years?”

7 years?? He was practically the same age as Peter! And he was done with high school? Oh goodness, how was he supposed to top that?

“Whatever,” Tony muttered lightheartedly. “Let’s go get your bags. Oh!” He turned to look at Peter as if just remembering he was there, “and this is Peter. He’s a science nerd too.”

“Replaced me already Stark?” Harley feigned hurt.

“Sure did,” Tony quipped back.

Peter’s heart hurt at that; it stuttered obnoxiously against his chest. He knew it was just a joke. He knew. That didn’t make the blow any softer though.

It only seemed to get worse from there... 

Instead of throwing his arm around Peter’s shoulders like he would usually do, Tony threw them around Harley’s instead, chatting animatedly to the young teen as they navigated their way through the throngs of people. At least Peter got a firm hand on the back of his neck to guide him so he didn’t get lost as if he were a small child. That was at least something, right?

Then, when they got to the car, Harley had immediately shouted shotgun, because he was a jerk like that. Tossing Peter a teasing look as he hopped into the front seat of the Audi. Tony just laughed as he stuffed luggage into the trunk and Peter sulked and grumbled under his breath as he climbed into the backseat, ready to endure through the excited chattering that was sure to emit from the front of the car.

When they got back to the Compound, Peter felt for a moment that things would get better, because Mr. Stark through an arm over his shoulders instead of Harley’s as they walked in… but things didn't get better. Tony told him to show Harley to the room he’d be staying in… which, conveniently, just so happened to be Peter’s room. The other guest rooms were full because the Rogues had come back along with a few added guests, and Mr. Stark for some reason thought it would be a good ‘bonding opportunity’ for them… yeah right. So, yeah, Peter would be sharing a room with his undeclared arch nemesis too. How great was that?!

Then, maybe an hour later when they headed down to Mr. Stark’s workshop, Tony and Harley were quick to get to work on their joint project while Peter went off to work with his lonesome self at his desk. It was just as Peter expected. They offered to involve Peter in the project of course, but… it just felt wrong somehow. 

And he longer he was down in the lab with nothing but his web shooters to distract his overeager mind, the longer he contemplated the angered feelings that had been accumulating in his gut since it’d been declared that Harley would be coming for an impromptu visit. The more he thought, the more the guilt began to replace the anger. And the more guilt he felt, the more he realized how much of a clingy, selfish child he’d been acting.

Mr. Stark wasn’t his Dad. Mr. Stark didn’t have to give him his sole attention at every hour of every day. Heck, the man didn’t have to give him any attention at all, but he did. So, therefore, Peter should be grateful for what he received and not what he had to share with others, and even what could possibly be taken from him entirely. It was never his to begin with… so he had no right to get upset.

Thoughts like this continued to plague his mind, and he became a bit… panicky. 

Harley had every right to come visit.... Apparently, according to the conversations he could overhear, Tony and Harley had kept in good contact through the years. Harley didn’t have a father either. The teen had every right to imprint on Tony just like Peter had done, because the man was great. He was caring and funny, and just a bit overbearing... the perfect father in Peter's mind. He shouldn’t get jealous and declare a silent war against someone when they were simply seeking for the same comfort and validation that had been and was still seeking. It wasn’t right. It was selfish.

Peter got to see Mr. Stark almost twice a week! Harley didn’t get any of that. He got a few phone calls and facetimes, but that was it!

Why was he such a selfish, ungrateful brat? Aunt May hadn’t raised an ungrateful brat.

Peter dropped his head in his hands and sighed, trying to find at least some way to validate his feelings so he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty. He couldn’t find anything.

See… Peter wouldn’t be feeling any of this if Harley just… if he hadn’t come at all. Still, that didn’t help to quench the deep-seated guilt pooling in his stomach. He didn’t know why something that made Mr. Stark smile was making him so mad. Wait! He did know! He was selfish! Oh yeah, how could he possibly forget?

***

So, in an attempt to compensate for the unreasonable hatred he had developed towards the teen, he made extra effort to not hate him… if that made any sense. 

It seemed to work too.

Since they shared a room it was fairly easy to get to know him, because apparently Harley enjoyed having nearly an hour conversation in the dark before falling asleep at night. Peter learned a lot about him during the first night, and it turned out to be pretty easy to like him. His personality was cool and amusing; a lot like Mr. Stark’s. 

Peter made an extra effort to be nice and happy the next day too. Things went about the same way, except towards the end of the night, they watched a quick movie before bed.

Then, on the second night, things got a little deeper… Harley asked about Peter’s parents and how he came to know Tony, and, well… Peter told him. Which led to Peter asking Harley a similar question, due to the specifics social edicate. Peter empathized with him instantly, especially when the teen shyly admitted his embarrassing dependence he’d acquired towards the genius after only a month of near constant contact, and how grateful he was for the time he was able to spend with him. That wasn’t something to ease the guilt in Peter’s stomach at all, but it definitely gave Peter a more mature view on the matter. He got a new friend out of it too.

The next day, though, Peter caught on to something rather unnerving. 

He had spent so much time worrying that Harley was going to steal time away from Mr. Stark that he hadn’t realized how much time he was actually stealing away from Harley. He hadn’t really noticed the fact that Mr. Stark was somewhat of a mother hen and took every available opportunity to check on him and make sure he was doing okay. He’d been blinded by his jealousy before, and perhaps a little peevish the past couple days after realizing that he was actually the one in the wrong, but yeah! Mr. Stark wouldn’t stop fussing over him every hour or so, even when he was in the midst of a detailed planning stage with Harley. Peter got a glimpse of the frustration that flickered across the other teen’s face when Mr. Stark paused in their ministrations to turn and address Peter, yet again… making sure he wasn’t thirsty or hungry for lunch even though it was barely noon, for perhaps the third time that morning.

That’s what made up Peter’s mind. He could relate to Harley way too easily, and he hated the idea of the dude not being able to get the most out of his once in forever visit with his undeclared father figure. He was a nice guy, and he’d been through a lot in life too… it wasn’t right for Peter to be a constant interruption to their rare bonding time. So, he dismissed himself from the lab, apologizing to Mr. Stark for his demise, and shooting a knowing look and a ‘you’re welcome’ wink to Harley, who just rolled his eyes in response.

Mr. Stark, of course, put up immediate protest.

“Oh, c’mon kiddo. Am I being pushy again? I won’t ask anymore, I swear it. You don’t gotta go, I know I promised you we’d spend this week off school together.”

Peter flinched inwardly. He didn’t know how he could have possibly thought Tony was replacing him. The man just cared too much sometimes. He had too much care to go around to ever run out of it. His attention span may be meager, but his affection never was.

“It’s cool Mr. Stark. I gotta get a head start on that homework anyway.”

“Alright,” Tony voiced warily, watching reluctantly as Peter gathered up his things and headed for the exit, “let me know if you need help on anything.”

“Sure thing Mr. Stark,” Peter smiled sadly. 

He was doing the right thing - he knew that. It was just hard… but at the same time so liberating to know he helped another fatherless kid get to know their wished-to-be father-figure.

***

“Hey, um, Colonel Rhodes?” Peter piped up hesitantly, approaching the man in the kitchen, clutching a thick pile of paper in his hands, “I’m reviewing for my AP exam, and these practice questions are ridiculously hard. Can you help me a little bit?”

Rhodey grinned and put down his mug of coffee to accept the thick packet offered to him. “Sure kiddo let’s get setup at the dining table. This is probably gonna take a while.”

***

“Hello?” Peter peeked into the hi-tech lab, looking much different from Mr. Stark’s, with the overall cleanliness, “Mr. Bruce, Dr. Banner, sir?”

“Oh, hello, Peter,” Bruce greeted warmly, snapping his head to the side to look at the teen. “What can I do for you today?” 

“Oh, um, well I got some homework… and Mr. Stark is kinda busy… and Mr. Rhodes doesn’t know a whole lot about Chemistry…” He trailed off a bit, a bit nervous having to ask the world-renowned scientist for help on his high school homework. “An-and there’s some Biology too… it’s just kinda hard, and I was hoping that you could just explain a couple things to me?”

“Of course!” Bruce chirped eagerly, pushing displays and rolly tables out of his way as he approached Peter, “let’s take a look.”

***

“Hey, kiddo, how’re things going?” Tony asked, venturing up from the workshop after his three-day binge with Harley. Heck, Peter thinks they might have even slept down there if they had slept at all. “Sorry that I sorta abandoned you up here, we were kinda in the zone down there, weren’t we Harley?” Tony turned to the grease-stained teen beside him for confirmation. The boy nodded, laughing slightly before heading in the direction of the kitchen to retrieve some water. 

Peter smiled… his jealousy had significantly dissipated over the past three days, and he was happy for them. He’d actually had a pretty great time in Mr. Stark’s absence anyway. Of course, not quite as great as it would have been if the man had been there himself, but it was still good. So, not much room for him to complain.

“It’s okay Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I didn’t go down to visit you guys more than I did. I was just wanted to focus on my homework… it’s kinda hard to figure out on my own, y’know.”

“Well, I got some time now. Pull it out here kid,” Tony smiled, dropping down on the couch next to him, wearing an excited grin despite the bags beneath his eyes, and kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “I’ll walk you through those tricky differentials again and whatever else might’ve stumped you. I swear the education system is just getting worse every passing year-”

“It’s okay Mr. Stark, I finished it already?”

“Oh,” Tony voice rose a pitch in surprise, eyebrows raising as well, “did you want me to check answers or something on the ones you're unsure of?”

“No, it’s okay,” Peter smiled comfortingly at the man, “Mr. Rhodes helped me with my Calculus already.”

“Rhodey?” Tony spluttered indignantly, seemingly surprised by the notion. “Oh... well, what about Chemistry? You were going on and on and on the other day about the ridiculous amount of unneeded work. Did you get that finished up too?”

“Yep,” Peter nodded proudly, not quite registering the perturbed expression on Tony’s face after he said it, “Dr. Banner helped me out. He actually said I can come by tomorrow so we can go over some flash cards we made together. I need to memorize a few things, but after that I should ace the final exam easily.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded solemnly, gazing out blankly at the room while he thought, “well, I’m not excellent in the subject, but if you still need some help with the English packet, I’m-”

“It’s all good, I got Ms. Natasha to help me. She’s actually really good with languages Mr. Stark, did you know that? She speaks, like, a ton of them!”

Peter hesitated when he saw Tony grit his teeth in frustration. He wasn’t sure what he had done to frustrate the man. He had done him a favor! He left him alone so he could focus on making a bond with his newer teenage intern! He’d even done all the work so he didn’t feel required to help!

“You good Tony?” Harley asked, taking note of the engineer’s distressed face when he reappeared with two glasses of water.

“Yeah, all good kid. Just thinking about what I can do with Pete here since I’ve practically ignored him the whole week.” 

Peter smiled at the thoughtfulness, but at the same time… he really didn't want Mr. Stark to feel obligated to spend time with him.

“Hey, Pete, you ready to go kid?! I don’t got all day!” Clint suddenly appeared in the room, twirling a set of car keys on his finger. “Oh, hey Stark. How’re you and your new MiniMe getting on? I don’t think we’ve had the privilege of meeting this one.”

“This is Harley,” Tony introduced gruffly, staring the man down. “What’re you and Peter doing?”

“Oh, the kid mentioned that he hadn’t started on his hours for driving yet. He needs a ton of practice before he’s allowed to get his license apparently! So, I offered to take him for a little spin. Why? Did you need him for something? I’m sure we can postpone it until later, right Pete?”

Peter’s brows furrowed when he took in Mr. Stark’s fidgety nature, sitting rigidly on the couch, rather than his original relaxed position. 

“No, no, it’s fine. Just don’t let him kill anyone. His Aunt will never let me see him again. Stay safe kiddo.”

Then, with that, Tony shot out instructions for Harley to eat and shower before disappearing from the room himself with his head bowed slightly, muttering nonsense under his breath. Soon, only Peter and Clint were left in the room.

Peter couldn’t help but feel good at knowing he hadn’t gotten in Mr. Stark’s or Harley’s way. Of course, he was a little upset that he didn’t get to spend quite as much time with his mentor as he was hoping, but he was glad he was able to help Harley out all the same. 

***

Tony was getting pissed. It was Saturday and he and Peter still hadn’t done anything bond-y related all week. He and Harley had long since finished their project, and Peter’s empty desk was giving him the jitters. He knew what the kid was oh-so busy doing, and it made him the slightest bit angry. He didn’t understand why the kid seemed to be going out of his way to avoid him. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong when they talked!

“Hey, kid, wanna have a little training session before I head back to the lab?”

“No thanks Mr. Stark. I’m still kinda tired from my session with Steve. He’s real intense, did you know that Mr. Stark?

“Hey, buddy, want me to go out on patrol with you? Harley’s off visiting colleges right now.”

“Sorry Mr. Stark,” Peter actually looked slightly guilty for that one, “but I promised I’d help Bucky with his new computer game. I have to teach him how to set up mods… I think that might take a while. Maybe next time?”

“Hey, Pete? Wanna go out to dinner with me and Harley?”

“Can’t! Sorry Mr. Stark!” He had shouted urgently, making an effort to shove Sam over in an attempt to affect the character on screen. “In the middle of a Mario Kart tournament... Yes!”

It was driving him crazy!

“Hey, um, Tony?” Harley started out worriedly, eyeing the man from across the table, “you good?”

Tony’s grip tightened momentarily on the screwdriver as he tried to repress the accumulating frustration. It doesn’t last long, though. He throws the tool down and stares up at Harley scornfully.

“Hey, no need to get fussy at me!” Harley’s quick to defend himself, dropping his own tools to throw his hands up in defense. 

“It’s not you kid,” Tony grumbles with a slight roll of his eyes, turning his attention back to his project. 

“Is it Peter? You keep glaring at his desk…”

Tony stays silent for a moment, risking another glance up to stare at Peter’s desk a few tables down. The silence permeates in the room and for a moment Harley didn’t think he was going to say anything. Boy, was he wrong…

“Since when did he become so chummy with ‘em, huh?” The man scoffed, turning back to look at the surprised boy across from him. He dismisses the befuddled expression and keeps right on going in voicing his frustration. “I mean, c’mon! These bastards know that’s my kid, and now they’re all eating up his time when he was supposed to spend the week with me! We were gonna do all these fun projects and we haven’t done anything yet! There’s only a day left of his vacation! I was going to help him with his homework too, cuz, y’know, that’s what I do, right? I mean, it’s not too unreasonable to for them to have some manners and at least ask-”

***

“Heck, man, you better spend some time with your old man before he has a hissy fit,” Harley voices as he adjusts the sheets on the air mattress he’d been sleeping on. “Or at least another one.”

“What are you talking about Harley?” Peter laughed as he climbed onto his own bed.

Harley gives him a look.

“I’m talking about the full half-hour frustration fueled rant your Dad went on about after you turned us down for dinner. He went on and on about how you guys hadn’t done anything together the whole week. It was actually pretty funny. It looked like he was about to throw a tantrum or something.”

Peter stared at him for a moment, a little dazed by the admittance.

“Are you kidding?!” He cried dramatically, “I’ve literally been going out of my way so you guys could spend time together without me.”

“Well, why the heck would you do that?” Harley laughed, looking at him as if he were crazy.

“You need a Dad!” Peter argued defiantly, throwing his hands out to gesture in the other teen’s direction, as if he were the one to blame.

“So?” Harley scoffed, “doesn’t mean I have to steal yours… You do realize there’s this thing called sharing. It’s quite popular nowadays-”

A pillow was subsequently slammed in his face.

“Shut up,” Peter muttered a bit embarrassedly.

“Whatever,” Harley muttered, tossing the pillow back at him, “but you better get your butt down in the shop with us tomorrow. I don’t wanna deal with one of our Dad’s tantrums on my own again.”

Peter stared at him, dumbfounded, but Harley ignored him. 

The lights had long since shut off when a slow smile slowly inched across his face to replace the gob smacked hole.

It would be kinda cool to have a brother.

Oh my GOD I’m so glad I’m done with this one. Phew! I was definitely struggling! Sorry if it sucks, but thanks for reading. And thank you @irondadbingo for the card :)

[annaraejackson12]

Goodbye

Request:  Can you do "Don't die on me- please." with Gil and a female reader?

Warnings: Angst, assault, death, grief, swearing

Words: 1,327

A/N: This hurt to write, but I’m really proud of it! I love some good angst with a not happy ending! (Sorry if you were looking forward to a happy ending anon but I dunno just I was leaning for a non-happy one right now for whatever reason) and I'M SORRY GIL PLEASE FORGIVE ME. And I put everything overly sad below the keep reading in case no one wants to read on which is okay. 

Walking around the Isle on a cold night was strangely calming, you always thought so anyway. You closed your eyes for a brief moment and breathed in the cool air, a soft breeze blowing in your face. You look over when you heard some footsteps behind you, frowning when you realized no one was there. 

“Keep walking, [Y/N]...you’re almost to Gil’s.” You mumble to yourself, fixing your jacket as you picked up the pace. Recently Gil had said the wrong thing to the wrong person, and ever since then you had been followed. You would hear things outside your window, you found letters in your school locker or taped to your front door. Recently things escalated when someone broke into your room and stole some things from you. 

Now you were sure you were being followed, and you had a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that tonight something awful was going to happen. 

Boy, did you hate being right.

You rounded a corner that lead onto Gil’s street, gasping when suddenly someone grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway. “Well lookie here...we got Gilly’s pretty little girl.” Said a voice you couldn’t quite recognize, although you tried to struggle against the grip of whoever was holding you. 

You weren’t a fighter, you tried your best to stay out of all conflict and let Gil do the fighting if needed. So the fact that these people were after you and you alone had you scared, you couldn’t defend yourself. “It’s a shame that we’re going to have to hurt that pretty face of hers...but oh well. He should have thought of this before he opened his big mouth.” Said another one of the people. 

You look around in a panic, trying to find some way to run off. You could faintly see the glow of light from Gil’s house, his two brothers boxing in the middle of the room. You were so close. One good scream and you could have their attention. Now if only you could get this guy’s hand off of your mouth long enough for you to do so. 

Your mind raced. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to find some way to escape. Gil had taught you some basic self-defense moves, but you couldn’t remember them. 

You were about to just start flailing your arms around when suddenly you felt a blow to the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and causing you to lean over in pain, you found that suddenly you lost your voice. 

When you went to open your mouth again, suddenly you were on the ground being kicked repeatedly by your attackers. You cried out softly as the kicks came at a swift pace coming from all different directions. 

Gil! You wanted to cry out. Although you found that you were unable to get the breath out that would allow you to call for your love. Help me! Your mind cried out for him. 

Suddenly you found yourself unable to breathe. With each breath, it felt as though you were being stabbed again and again, so you tried to stop breathing so hard. 

Will this ever end? Just kill me now, please kill me now. You thought to yourself, an area of black beginning to form around the edges of your vision and you slowly began to drift out of consciousness. Your eyes drifted back to the one ray of light that was Gil’s home. You were so close, but you were still so far. 

“I love you, Gil.” You whispered to yourself as your vision completely gave way to black, wanting those to be the last words if you were meant to die on that day. 

Gil’s POV

I sat in the living room of my tiny house with my two older brothers, watching as the two of them fought and laughing some, crossing my arms as I watched my oldest brother knock the other one to the ground, him and I both giving a cheer at the winning punch. 

As I was about to stand up to take my turn, there was a banging on the front door followed by the sound of someone running away. I look to my brothers and raise an eyebrow, but head over to the door since I was the closest to the door, opening it and feeling my heart stop in my chest at what I saw. 

I saw my beautiful [Y/N] sprawled on my doorstep, beaten and bloody, limp. “[Y/N]!” I cry out, immediately falling down to my knees and picking her up carefully, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks as I held her close, looking over at my brothers. “Help me!” I yelled, looking at her and not knowing what to do. She always knew what to do in these situations. 

My brothers ran over to me, looking down at the unconscious girl who I held in my arms, going and stepping past me and looking around, my brother Junior seeing something that I didn’t catch. “We’ll go get the bastards, you get her to Yen Sid or something!” Junior yelled, running with our brother Gaston III after whoever did this, and I scooped [Y/N] up in my arms and took off running towards where Yen Sid lived. He could get her the help she needed. He had to! I can’t be without her. 

“Don’t die on me-please!” I begged, tears streaming down my face as I ran. Normally I was able to run with her in my arms like this no problem, she was so light. Suddenly she felt like she was a thousand pounds. “Please [Y/N] I can’t be without you! You are my whole world!” I cried, finally making it to where Yen Sid lived and kicking the door to get his attention. 

The moment he opened the door, his expression changed from slight irritation from being woken up, to extreme concern. “Bring her inside, lay her down.” Yen Sid told me, and I nodded and did what I was told. Looking at [Y/N], I gained a lump in my throat. She looked...dead. 

I looked at her, only looking away when Yen Sid pushed me out of the way and knelt down next to her, doing what he could to make sure if she was still alive, frowning. “What? Why are you frowning?” I asked him in a panic, and Yen Sid looked at me. 

“Gil, I’m sorry but I don’t think she’s going to make it...I can see if I can try to contact the king but the chances of someone getting here in time to save her life...it’s impossible.” Yen Sid said, and upon seeing my confusion and heartache, he sighed. “Gil...her breathing is already weak. Whatever happened to her...it is going to kill her. If we had emergency medical assistance on the Isle maybe we could help her live, but we don’t. I don’t have the medical knowledge for something this severe. And without my magic...” Yen Sid trailed off, looking at me with pity. 

“I’m sorry, Gil...you need to say your goodbyes. I’ll call the King and see what he wants to do.” Yen Sid said, placing a hand on my shoulder before walking into the other room and I looked at [Y/N], falling to the ground next to her and burying my face in her hair, sobbing. 

“No...no no no no.” I cried, shaking violently as I held her hand, trying to think of anything I could do to bring her back to me. 

But there was nothing I could do...when I looked up, her chest no longer rose and fell. She just lay there, unmoving, limp. And while I didn’t want to admit it, I knew...

I would never hold my beautiful [Y/N] again...and it was all my fault for opening my mouth.

A/N: I’M SO SORRY I’M CRYING RIGHT NOW ANON YOU ARE GROUNDED