#anyhow I hope you enjoyed this!

[loosingmoreletters]

Oooo for a prompt: Jiang Cheng raises a-Yuan thinking he’s actually Wei Wuxian’s biological child

Anon, you really said “I will cater to Letter’s interests” with this ask.

When Jiang Cheng finds the boy, he’s still grieving. He hasn’t stopped grieving since they received the first terrible news of Jin Zixuan’s demise. He grieves, he rages, he cries and carries on. A circle reminiscent of the schedule followed by a boy burned out by loss.

He grieves when he pulls a-Yuan from the ash. The child is barely breathing, malnourished too, wrapped in an adult’s cloak.

Wei Wuxian, he thinks, and presses the boy close to his neck, hides his face when he hurries down a troubled path where his most trusted disciples wait. They do not question him, they ask nothing at all but how quickly they need to return home.

Fast, is his reply. He’s seventeen again, running across the countryside on bloody feet to get his brother home. He saved Wei Wuxian then, he saves a-Yuan now.

The healer asks him how old the child is and Jiang Cheng has no answer for her. He’s so very small, sleeping off his fever under her care. She thinks he is around two, perhaps a little younger, but they have no way of knowing. Everyone who would, is dead.

Like the rest of Jiang Cheng’s family, all of them, but Jin Ling. His nephew is a healthy baby, chubby fat and dressed in only the softest of silks. He’s loud too, crying out for parents he doesn’t have anymore, in everything but this, the exact opposite of a-Yuan.

Jiang Cheng hadn’t questioned a-Yuan’s presence in the Burial Mounds the first time round, too caught up in all his other anger. Maybe he should’ve stopped fighting with his brother to ask. Why would Wei Wuxian give everything up for the Wen if the Wen wasn’t his?

The following weeks agree with him. A-Yuan grows into Wei Wuxian’s smile, no longer asks for the dead as his memories disappear. Jiang Cheng wonders if his brows resemble Wen Chao, Wen Qing or her brother, any of them. Jiang Cheng has no clear memory of them he cared to keep, but he knows Wei Wuxian, hears him in the way a-Yuan phrases his question.

He knows his brother’s child.

Perhaps the other parent doesn’t matter, maybe the story there is as sad and terrible as every other.

His sister and her husband are dead, his brother is gone, his nephews are orphans both.

Jiang Cheng is tired of losing family.

The clan registry burned when the Wen attacked them. Jiang Yanli painstakingly wrote a new one when they rebuilt. He stares at her handwriting as he adds a-Yuan’s name to it. No one will ever look at this document, see that his sister put Wei Wuxian down as their brother, see that Jiang Cheng never struck him from the books, that he adds his son.

The Yiling Patriarch is dead, his legacy is cruel and terrible and it perished in the Burial Mounds.

A-Yuan is here.

The maids call him Jiang-gongzi, Xiao Yuan, Yuan-er, and a hundred different little endearments they’re quick to adapt for Jin Ling too when Jiang Cheng is allowed to take him to Lotus Pier.

A-Yuan loves his little cousin, and maybe if Jiang Cheng raises them together like this from the start just right, they’ll never break apart.

Only a handful of disciples know just where Jiang Cheng picked his nephew up, everyone else believes him a deceased cousin’s son.

It is for the best.

There’s no place in the world for Wei Wuxian’s son after all, none at all, unless he remains Jiang Cheng’s nephew first.

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[clowningaroundmars]

Hobie1610 pt. 3

part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol

not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf

in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!

>pt. 1 here<

>pt. 2 here<

>pt. 4 here<

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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.

Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a date…) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.

Just his luck, of course.

But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didn’t ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didn’t feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!

So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.

… Kind of.

That look on Hobie’s handsome face as he looked down past Miles’ coat collar though…

That still ate away at an anxious part of Miles’ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.

No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hour’s worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.

It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.

Miles decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.

So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after all…

Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.

He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.

Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.

Spiderman’s eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.

Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didn’t seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.

It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didn’t really affect Spiderman’s senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runner’s next moves.

It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art… or beyond? That was the million dollar question.

Spiderman didn’t want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.

Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.

He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.

The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.

He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)

Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.

Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!

In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto… something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.

Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.

Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didn’t see Hobie’s sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.

What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.

The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.

From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.

No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldn’t.

No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guy’s flashlight swept a little too close to Hobie’s head. Damnit.

Spiderman couldn’t just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!

He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.

He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.

Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.

Shit!!!

Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didn’t even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!

... Okay, plan B!

Spiderman’s brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.

Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just… grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.

The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.

One of them even yelled, “what the hell was that?!” like a character in one of his dad’s favorite cheesy slasher movies.

Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.

The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spiderman’s initial hiding spot.

Spiderman didn’t stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friend’s wiry arms clutching him tightly.

They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.

The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really could’ve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.

He squeezed Spiderman’s shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.

“Ouch!” Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasn’t guaranteed.

“Go, go, go, go, man! Let’s get out of here!!” Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spiderman’s mask.

Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.

Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.

The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.

Bullet! Spiderman’s senses screamed into his cerebellum.

“Goddamn,” he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. “Bullets for us? That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?”

Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. “Brother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!” He shouted into Spiderman’s ear.

“Ow. Okay,” Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.

He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Spiderman began, speaking quickly. “Hold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!”

“On it!” Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spiderman’s torso.

They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.

Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.

The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatre’s general admission and concessions area.

They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.

After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.

“Fucking kids, man. What the hell,” Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.

Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people don’t think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.

“… Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You could’ve gotten killed!” Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative… but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!

Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?

Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.

“I got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, I’m not the thief, if that’s what you’re wondering,”

Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.

He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. “Fine. I believe you. What’s on that drive?”

Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. “…Damn. You’re Spiderman,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, I’m your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else I’m webbing you up and calling the cops.”

“Hey!” Hobie objected. “Like I said already, I’m the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopin’ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!”

Spiderman bobbed his head. “Okay? And what’s on it?”

Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. “Most likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. I’ve been uh… investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.”

Hobie’s mischievous grin was met by Spiderman’s disapproving stare.

“And why didn’t you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasn’t there to save you, you could’ve died, man.”

Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. “Y’know, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.”

Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “Oof, ow. That’s mean,”

“Yeah, it is, but you know I’m right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricks’ll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!” Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.

Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNY’s less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.

Spiderman rubbed his chin. “Point taken," he conceded. "So what’s your plan now?”

Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. “I’m gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalist’ll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,”

Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, “what reward?”

“The reward for turning in precious security info, genius!” Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. “If I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?”

Miles’ brow creased behind his mask. “… I don’t think I will. Sounds like you’re doing the right thing… mostly.”

Hobie cheered silently. “Yes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!”

Spiderman sighed. “But first, I need to know you’re gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that you’re not gonna get followed home.”

Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. “Yeah, you can walk me home if you want,”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean, that’s not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that you’re not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really could’ve gotten hurt!”

Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the mask’s giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.

Then, he held up his pinkie. “… Fine. I won’t do stupid shit like this again. I promise.”

Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobie’s. “Uh. Okay, cool! Cool, that’s what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, that’s all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,”

“What, professionals like you? You might’ve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.”

“Anyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The ‘vigilante hero with cool superpowers’?” Spiderman shot back.

They both laughed.

“Seriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,” Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. “I was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like… a fish or something.”

“And what about you?” Spiderman smiled despite himself.

“Well,” Hobie shrugged. “If I died, I died. I guess,”

It was Spiderman’s turn to scoff now. ��You have a family, man. Don’t be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!”

Hobie’s expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.

“… My family’s barely my family. I don’t have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.” Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.

Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.

He would never admit it out loud, but he’d seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time he’d been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from “falling” onto train tracks.

And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobie’s particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.

A flash of his uncle Aaron’s face lit up a part of his brain that he hadn’t really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. “… Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.”

He didn’t notice Hobie’s shoulders hitch at that phrase.

“But,” Spiderman continued, “You got people out here who care about you, even if you don’t know it. You’re still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?”

Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.

It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.

“Can I ask you something?” Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Uh, sure.” Spiderman replied.

“Do you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?”

The air was sucked out of Spiderman’s lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.

“U-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I don’t get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--”

“I knew it,” Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.

Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.

“Uh. What--”

Spiderman felt Hobie’s chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. “Your secret’s safe with me, by the way. I’m not telling anyone,”

Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.

Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!

Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. “Oh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what you’re thinking or who you think I am, but--!”

Hobie sighed loudly. “Miles, I saw your suit.”

The world screeched to a halt.

Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. “I, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasn’t… a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it could’ve been any logo at all, but. Well, you’re a pretty bad liar too, y’know that, right?”

Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. “Uh. W-well,”

Hobie smiled shyly. “You, uh… you’re like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.”

Damn. Damn it all.

Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. “H-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or we’re both dead!”

Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. “Look bro, you’ve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I don’t break promises.”

Miles didn’t point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.

“D-do… do you actually, like actually promise me you’ll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?”

Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. “I, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.”

Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. “Oh my god,” he exhales on a shaky laugh.

“Don’t you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,” Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. “We could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!”

“No, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. I’m not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesn’t do sidekicks anyways,”

Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. “Well, I mean… think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if you’re down! And, uh. You do have my number,”

Miles looked up and took a deep breath. “Mmnyes, I do. I do have your number. That’s… I mean you’re not wrong about that. Listen, I think it’s getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.”

The corners of Hobie’s mouth curled up mischievously. “True, true. It is a school night, after all.”

Miles couldn’t stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. “Yep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. C’mon, let’s go.”

Miles moved to step into Hobie’s space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.

But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.

The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobie’s skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.

He was standing so close to him! Oh god!

The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.

Hobie’s soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.

“U-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...” he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.

All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.

Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each other’s arms on a cold night-- and Miles’ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didn’t know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobie’s arms, but they must’ve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobie’s biceps.

Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully… Hobie made his move.

Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.

Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobie’s soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.

Miles wasn’t sure why he did, but he held his breath.

After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks… Hobie grinned beautifully.

“Damn. There you are,”

Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. “Uh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,” he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.

Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. “You know… I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though… I really should...”

The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.

“Hobie!”

Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. “Re-lax! I’m not gonna actually do it. But. Y’know.”

“And if you do, I’ll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,” Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.

“Psshh, and then get my mom’s two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,”

“As if they could ever catch me! I’m Spiderman!”

Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.

Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunter’s Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.

With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.

“So, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you I’d take you back home safely, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“’Cause you promised, right?” Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

“Uhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!” Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.

“You gonna walk me home, Spiderman?” Hobie threw him a side-long glance.

“Yyyeah…? Why? You’d rather swing home?”

“I liked swinging, actually. Yeah,” Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. “Yeah… let’s swing!”

Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spiderman’s side.

Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.

“You sure?” He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.

Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.

“Yeah, I am! Let’s go,”

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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that you’re not ginna tell a soul about… well…

Miles: gonna*

MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]

Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)

Miles: No. But I can find out… I got connects

MJ: Uh huh. I’ll tell your “connects” that if you don’t take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soon……..

Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I can’t believe this. My next arch nemesis… damn

Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates

Miles: It be ya own people

From his family’s Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.

From Miles’ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.

[louwhose]

Happy 25th Anniversary to Ocarina of Time!! To celebrate, I decided to be... silly about it. How typical of me.

[rxttenfish]

so, if you've been talking to me on discord, you'll know that the 10ft measure for miranda has been inaccurate for some time now

mostly it's a holdover from an earlier iteration of her design and the fact that the numbers are the last thing that i do in the process of designing (on top of being bad at eyeballing distances too). she used to be more humanoid in stature, so i went with 10ft for length when i added her tail, and haven't really touched it up since.

however, her design has shifted pretty far since then, and it's been very clear for a long while that the 10ft estimate wasn't holding up. in the old days, i didnt have a reference for miranda to compare against, so it was fairly hard to come up with concrete numbers anyways. but, since i now have an actual reference with a height comparison, i decided to test it out and try to measure her for real

and it turns out that, yes, miranda's not really 10ft.

she's actually 19ft long.

(i used the little person here because i was using the heights comparison website to get an accurate guess on the lengths involved. each person here = 1 foot, and i have another to represent inches)

since i had this out, i decided to do some other measurements.

miranda's head is 1 foot and 7 inches long, for a total of about 19 inches.

i've always estimated her claws to be around 3 inches long, but here i can confirm that they're 4 inches, not accounting for the curvature (which will add length)

but moreso than just this, i haven't actually been happy with miranda's height lately. in general i've just really wanted to mess with merfolk sizes, because their distribution didn't feel right to me and i wanted something that felt more right to where they are currently. even moreso i feel like i keep making merfolk heads too small (they're intended to be huge, as one of their primary sources of interaction with the world around them, and also because their bite is so important), so i thought, hey, why not see how big miranda would have to be if her head were a full 2ft long?

as it turns out, she'd be about 5'6" tall.

which also puts her at around 22ft long.

so, yeah! merfolk measurements! and a confirmation that 650+ lbs for miranda's weight is absolutely lowballing it, and that needs to be the next number i find something better for.

[renatogpadilla]

Lux, On The Clock.

Ever seen a horse do a double-take?

Starfire certainly did.

It was good to know, Jinx thought, that even the horse realized how radical the change had been. Impressions were important!

That said, she was still unsure of her, regardless of how much more she fit the setting now.

"Alright, Star, darling, Jinx is coming with us today, so be a lady and behave, alright?" Lux was trying to be cute. Jinx didn't know if that worked with horses, but she appreciated the effort.

"I'm not gonna eat you, I promise." Jinx replied, putting a hand on the horse's side. She didn't kick her, so she must've been getting used to her. Or maybe Lux being cute did work. Or maybe this was just a badass warrior horse who simply got bad vibes from her calling herself a witch rather than being scared at all. But whatever the case, Lux got on the horse no problem and extended a hand to her.

"Alright, up you get!"

"Full disclosure: I've never ridden a horse before." Jinx wondered if it would be like a rollercoaster. "She's not gonna bump me off halfway through the ride or something, right?"

"Nah, she's harmless!" Lux mused. She thought she was, at least. Never really been put in a situation where her horse had to fight... She honestly hoped she never did. "Just hold on to me and you'll be fine."

"Well, you're the expert". Jinx handed Lux a small rucksack she'd brought with her and climbed on Starfire. She immediately felt weirded out by riding a living being. Gods know the last time she'd done it had been a little rushed, but this was waaaay different... Just the thought of being rummaged around like luggage made her slightly queasy. She put her hands around Lux and waited for the ride to start.

As soon as Starfire took off and Jinx pressed against her, Lux had a thought. She remembered those old story books she used to read as a kid, about knights and princesses and dragons... And here she was, with her own rogue-turned-witch-turned-princess on a white steed and everything!

This felt nice.

It might not just be Jinx that got to pretend for a day. Wouldn't that be something! Being able to just relax... Today was going to be great!

She probably didn't notice how fast she was going... Or that Jinx was holding on for dear life.

Probably.

******

Jinx had to admit, for a nation full of xenophobic prudes, Demacia itself was exceedingly pretty.

The shining city itself looked straight out of a fairytale book: Curved roofs, broad, stocky houses, white and blue everywhere and a few fountains here and there to liven the mood.

She could not have hoped for views like these growing up...

The place Lux had taken her to eat was the quaintest little hole-in-the-wall. A little bakery with a wooden interior, a few tables littered about and a cozy hearth that only made the smell of the baked goods behind the glass showcase inside the counter that much more powerful. This right here is the life!

They took a table in a corner and sat opposite each other. Lux went off to order and Jinx couldn't help but notice the lady behind the counter jump a little when she saw her. 'Right.' she thought. She was so worried with how people would see her that she forgot her friend was a big deal here. 'Big name.'

"Not on watch today, Ellie. Don't worry." Lux told the baker lady, and she looked over her shoulder at her friend with the cherry hair. Made a face like 'nice catch, kid!', (or at least that's what Lux thought it meant. She didn't let it get to her. It wasn't like that!) and got to serving.

Lux returned to Jinx and sat down with a big smile on her face.

"So, first time out in public in a while! How does it feel?"

"I thought it'd be louder, honestly... I'm glad for the peace and quiet, tho. The city's nice and the vibe is cozy, so I'm doing great!" Lux saw her physically relax, putting her arms on the table and plopping her head on top of them.

"Glad you like it! And hey, maybe if we ever end up at your old neighborhood, you can show me around!"

Lux meant that genuinely, but Jinx would NOT have this girl within visual range of Zaun if it was up to her...

"I appreciate that you'd want to, but reconsider."

"Oh, so your criminal underworld is too much for a trained soldier?"

"We clobbered an army of Noxians." She lowered her voice and the catscratch returned. "Sparkles or no, the Undercity would eat you alive, Flashlight."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Firework!" Lux chuckled. Like threats were gonna work on her! That was half the adventure!

"Lady Luxanna!" Jinx answered with exaggerated outrage. "I did not take you for such a prude!"

She was laughing again...

"There's a lot you don't know about me, my witch. And I, for one, am glad to tell you if you ever ask! Not a lot of it is going to be prim and proper..."

"I would HOPE not!" Jinx had to ask now. "Okay, before everything turned rebellious, what was your biggest adventure?"

Lux actually had to think about it. When was the last adventure she'd had before embracing her powers...?

There had been one time, she thought. If she could even consider it...

"I wouldn't call it an adventure." she said, and she genuinely realized how boring her life had been before the glow. At least Garen got to go places in his campaigns with the Dauntless Vanguard! "More like... the promise of one. One I didn't take."

For once, it was Jinx's turn to perk up.

"It was a few years back. I had just started wearing these." She tugged at her gloves. "I was out in a small garden with a view of all High Silvermere, my home city, when I got this unexpected visitor."

She remembered the boy now. Scrappy, with a mat of brown hair and the look of someone who hadn't stayed in a single place for a long time. Bit of a twink, but hey, she was nobody to judge!

"He called himself 'Jarro Lightfeather', but we both knew that was a lie. I got him to tell me his name in about 2 minutes."

"Ooh, an alias and everything? I'm starting to sense a theme with you, Lux..."

"Hey, it's not my fault that mystery's just naturally drawn to me!"

Jinx wasn't so sure about that.

"So anyways, there I was, freaking out at this stranger on my balcony garden-"

"Humble, by the way."

"-and he starts telling me all about how he's this daring treasure hunter that's traveling the world in search of glory and adventure... We got to talking and he eventually told me a bit about his home. That's how I first heard of Piltover, actually!" She hadn't thought about Ez in years! She wondered now, if at no other moment, if the dashing and daring boy she'd met in the garden that day had found the glory he so eagerly sought... She'd have to seek him out and catch up after the rebellion was over.

"Eventually, he offered to take me with him." Lux realized, now that she'd said it out loud, that that's not the kind of opportunity that just drops on your head every day. She also noticed how taking him up on that deal would have undoubtedly ended with her dead in a ditch somewhere, but she still had appreciated the gesture. "Maybe he could see that I wasn't happy being stuck in the house all day, or maybe he just wanted to have someone to travel with and figured a princess from a mansion in the middle of Knight's Rock would be the perfect company... But either way, I turned him down. He was a bit hurt, but understood. I remember he jumped out of the balcony and just... vanished. His laughter was all that remained. Some days I thought I'd imagined the whole thing... But there was something about him that felt so... Fantastical. Like a fairytale character comes to life. I hope he's doing okay, wherever he is."

"The full 'Thief-Meets-Princess' Routine, huh?" Jinx mused. She wondered if that's what it had been like with Vi and Caitlyn for a moment, before being disgusted at the thought of taking interest in her sister's love life. "What is it with Pilties and unceremonious adventuring? Bet you must've been swooning!"

"Well, he was pretty, I'll give him that... But ultimately, I'm glad I said 'no'. After all, if I hadn't, we probably wouldn't have met!"

"Daaaaawwww!" Jinx meant it jokingly, but hearing that did warm her heart. "You big, bright softie, you."

They were in the middle of feeling warm and fuzzy when their order came up.

"Oh! Speaking of happy surprises!" Said Lux, promptly getting up and bringing over their food.

She put the tray on the table and Jinx could feel her stomach grumble.

"This one's for you! I honestly didn't know what to get for you, probably should have asked, sorry about that, but you did mention coffee, so here you go!" She passed her a steaming hot mug and a glass full of sugar cubes. Jinx could not have been more excited.

"Hello, my love! Oh, I've missed you so much..." She said, practically lunging at the mug. "Come to mama!"

"You two need a room?" Lux jested. My, that's an awful lot of sugar...

"Oh, we'll behave, beautiful, don't you worry..." She mused, taking her sweet time slurping up that hot cup of goodness she'd missed so terribly. Had she called Lux 'beautiful' or the coffee...? Eh, either way, she felt appreciated.

"Well, if you're sure..." She put her hand in a bag on the tray. "I also brought these, if you want."

She produced a muffin. A big muffin with cream on top. Jinx's eyes twinkled.

"Oh, Flashlight, I could kiss you!" She scarfed down the muffin.

"Do it, coward. You won't." She nibbled on her own muffin as she said it.

Jinx bit her muffin slower. "Heh, now who needs a room?"

They found themselves giggling. This was a moment Lux wouldn't have minded staying in for a while...

So when they heard the screams from outside the building, she was doubly pissed.

"What's going on?" Jinx finished her muffin and pulled up her dress. Oh, she's still wearing the other outfit under that! Okay! For a second Lux had been worried she would have had to explain how that had taken all her attention. She was just looking at the holster on her thigh, she swears! Wait a minute... Zapper was strapped to her thigh.

"You've had that on you all day?" Lux said, like it wasn't taking all her willpower to just stare at the gun. A gun! She'd taken a gun to lunch! "Do you take weapons everywhere you go?!"

"You don't?" She said, and she pulled the rest of her dress over her head and stuffed it in her rucksack.

On the Spirits, she was about to burn through those gloves.

"N-no! It was supposed to be a cozy dinner! I'm off duty, I wasn't gonna-"

Another scream. Banter would have to wait.

Lux got up first. She scarfed her muffin and was halfway across the room before Jinx could finish getting up. After shotgunning her coffee mug, of course. Wasn't wasting that!

When they hit the street, they saw smoke coming from a few blocks down. People running in their direction, screaming like a monster was chasing them.

A guard started running towards the commotion. Lux stopped him.

"Knight!" She said, and there was a steel in her voice Jinx hadn't heard before. "What's going on? Do we know what's attacking?"

"Ma'am, go inside-"

"I am Illuminator Luxanna Crownguard." She flashed the family crest. "My brother is Lord Commander Garen Crownguard of the Dauntless Vanguard. Sit-rep, now!"

"Of course, my lady! My apologies. Reports of flying lights around the south of town hit about 10 minutes ago. There was an investigation ongoing when... THAT started." He pointed at the fire that was now visible from the the rooftops.

"Mages...?"

"Seems to be sir! Sorry! Ma'am!"

"Then you have a new mission, soldier." There was authority in Lux's words. Jinx had seen her fight before, but this was the first time it had sunk in that she'd been trained as a soldier. "Go to the Vanguard and ask for Garen. Tell him his sister calls for him. Tell him she's buying him time. He'll bring his men and end the threat. Now go!"

"But my lady-"

"THAT'S AN ORDER. GO!"

Jinx didn't think anyone could bolt that fast in full plate, but the guard made it work. She was trying to process how she felt about seeing Lux like this when she turned to face her. She caught herself sweating. What the hell had been in that coffee?!

"Jinx, find Star and ride home. I'll help deal with that!"

This was not the same girl who was laughing with her a mere moment ago. This was Lux on the clock, and she was not to be argued with...

Good thing Jinx had spent a lifetime undermining authority!

"Haha, you're hilarious." She answered dryly. "You can't light up, remember? I'm helping too!"

"Yeah? And when they see lightning come out of Zapper? What then? They won't ask if it's magic or not!"

"You are not going alone! I won't shoot if you don't want me to, fine. But at least let me help out! I'm no civvie either and you know it!"

Lux didn't show it due to the nerves, but she was grateful she wasn't going into whatever that was alone. They'd fought a demon scarecrow together! They could handle a few mages, surely!

"Alright." She nodded her head and they both took off running. "You're fast as hell, so I distract the mages and you get anyone you find out of there. Once there's nobody else, come back for me. I am NOT going to deal with THAT on my own!"

"That an order, Illuminator?" She enjoyed ribbing her a bit too much...

"Not the time to get cute, Jinx! Move!"

'Yes, ma'am!' She thought to herself, and the two bolted into the flames.

********

The fire wasn't the main problem. Lux could see just fine, and Jinx seemed to not mind the smell of rising smoke. One perk of growing up in Zaun, Lux guessed.

The moment they heard the scream of somebody trapped under a house, Jinx was off like lightning. The people would be safe, at least, she thought.

Now came the hard part. Who was causing this?

She snuck (as much as she could sneak through burning debris) to the source of the flames. She'd been making the light bounce of her eyes a little less, changing the saturation of the smoke so she, and only she, could see through it better. She was really proud of how her powers had evolved! She wondered just how far she could push that if the need arose...

Focus, Lux. Lives are at stake!

She had gotten to the rubble near the center of the street when she heard the voices.

"You think this is big enough?" A husky voice reverberated.

"It'll get their attention, that's for sure. Sylas worries too much! He knows how easy it was to take the city the first time!"

Hearing that name almost made Lux choke. Two men, down in the street, mages, the both of them. One was lean and had fire for powers, the other was big and buff and seemed to have a metal chain on him as a weapon. Real original. Even his minions had to steal someone else's whole shtick to make anything work.

"Can you imagine his face when we finish what he started?" The lean one lit a fire under a door he'd seemingly missed. Immediately, a scream ripped through the street. And another. A woman who hadn't been able to get out... Maybe a daughter too. She didn't sound very old... Time to move.

She wished she'd taken a crossbow from the guards before coming here, but hey, hindsight was 20/20... And besides, she had something much more powerful than a crossbow, if it really got that bad.

"If we get that far. The boss will kill us himself if he finds out what we're doing and it doesn't pay off." The tall husky one with the chain replied.

So they're not working on his orders. Good. Sylas was a cunning bastard. He'd make much more of a ruckus than one burnt neighborhood... and if he wasn't here, then maybe she wasn't as defenseless as she thought!

Lux circled around them. Pick off the lean one first. Contain the fire.

Then they noticed it. The screaming woman was quiet. The daughter too. In fact the only sound other than them was that of the flames burning around them...

"That's odd." Said the lean one. "Usually they scream louder before they burn."

Then a knee hit him in the face, faster than the eye could track.

Jinx had taken absolutely everyone out as fast as she could. A couple of kids, a wife and her daughter, a man and his father stuck under some beams of what was left of a once beautiful family home... But everyone was out now, so all that remained was to go back for Lux. She tied her cherry red hair into a ponytail (not her thing, but not the time either!) and she charged at the first mage she saw.

She really did love hitting those knees! There was something SO satisfying about feeling the 'crunch!' of a bitch's face at mach-whatever!

The guy hit the floor like a sack of potatoes and didn't move again. Lux hoped Jinx hadn't killed him. If Garen could get him to talk, they might find out where Sylas was hiding...

She didn't have time to finish that thought before the other Mage took initiative. A swing of his massive chain would have taken her head off, but Jinx limbo'd under it with ease. She weaved another swing and got ready to rush the guy when Lux jumped him from behind and put her arm around his neck. Maybe with all the smoke he'd suffocate quicker!

No, that would have been too easy. He rammed his back into a building and Lux was forced off by the impact.

Jinx's turn. She rushed again, before he could swing, but she didn't expect him to just clock her in the face. Those junkie powers came in clutch. She managed to grab a hold of his arm while she reeled back and pulled him towards her. A dash upward and she felt her knee connect with his jaw. Something something 'if it ain't broke'...!

Lux caught what breath she could. Jinx was holding her own pretty well!

She got up and caught sight of the big guy getting absolutely assaulted from every possible angle by Jinx. A rib, cracked, a knee, buckled... If he hadn't been so bulky, he'd be unconscious. What he was at the moment, though, was lucky.

He managed to block a kick and Lux thought she saw something move along the edge of his chain... Like a shimmer of light. His own brand of magic.

When Jinx hit the chain, she yelled. A sharp pain shot through her leg as she was sent reeling back. Lux did NOT like that one bit. Jinx caught herself by rolling into a re-stance and started playing defensive, dashing away from everything chain swing, dodging by mere inches. Lux noticed that she could actually track her dashes now...

She looked around and grabbed a dislodged brick from one of the burning buildings and ran at the big bastard.

He swung wide at her and Lux had to slide under the chain in order to keep her head. She slammed the brick against the knee Jinx had buckled earlier and allowed herself to feel some satisfaction as the bastard howled in pain.

Jinx was never one to miss an opening, and she immediately reached into her rucksack, pushed the dress aside and threw one of her Chompers at the mage as she saw Lux roll away from another swing. The little grenade bit him in the arm and got another scream from their enemy.

But the bastard was more metal than Jinx would have liked to give him credit for... He saw the little grenade stuck to his arm and immediately ripped it off with his other hand, tearing off a chunk of flesh from it, and threw the Chomper away.

It blew up over a rooftop in a cloud of pink and blue, sending the tiles and the brick tumbling down onto the street, and some over them.

Lux appreciated the distraction. Hey! More bricks! Don't mind if I do! She grabbed another one and threw it at the mage, who blocked it with his chain, that shimmering light crackling back and making the brick explode on contact.

That chain was starting to get on her nerves... And she was getting on his. He swung at her hard. The first swing, she rolled no problem. The second was a fake-out: He swung just high enough that Lux could duck it, and then in the same move turned around and went to swing at the lunging Jinx.

Once again, the Chemhead reflexes saved her life. Dodging mid-air was always a bitch. She put her hand on the chain, felt a shock again, and pushed off of it before the rest of it could crack her across the face.

Her arm was numb, but at least it was still there. She tried a kick as she landed and got her leg caught, lifted and found herself being thrown at Lux like a flail.

Lux braced and caught her witch as the force of the impact dragged them both back against another wall. Too much force this time. Her head hit the brick and for once it was Lux who was blinded by the lights. When she realized what was happening: The chain was flying towards her already. No time to dodge! Get Jinx out of-!

But she was in danger too, and Jinx was done losing people.

A flash of purple. Lux knew it all too well by now, but she didn't realize what had happened until she heard the aftermath. Until she heard Jinx scream in pain at the top of her lungs, holding her... She'd flipped herself at the last second. She'd saved her life. She took the hit for her... If not for her enhanced endurance, she would have been torn in half, nevermind Lux!

She crumpled in her arms, moving, barely, shallow breaths and moans of agony reached Lux's ears and she had to hold back tears... Her friend... Her witch... Battered to shit to keep her safe!

"How is this bitch still alive?!" Said the mage, rearing back for another whipping. Lux didn't grace that with an answer.

Fuck subtle.

She grabbed at Jinx's thigh holster, pulled out Zapper and shot the mage immediately. His body started to convulse when the bolt hit him. His chain reacted too. It must have dispelled some of the lightning, because he was immobilized but his chain was also absorbing the shock... He wouldn't stay still for long. His eyes were shut from the pain.

Good.

Her left glove came off. She'd never shot anyone before. She'd never wanted to kill with her magic. She'd never wanted to kill at all! But right now, seeing Jinx struggling to get up, hurting the way she was? She didn't think about that... No, that was a lie. She did think about it.

She simply didn't care.

She didn't do full-blast out of respect for the local architecture. Yes, it was on fire, but there was still a house to build back up after the fire was gone behind this fucker.

She sent a single, targeted beam at his chest and the mage was sent flying so hard he got put through a wall. Good. Let him feel what it's like.

"Jinx?" She shook her friend as gently as she could. "Jinx you didn't have- why would you-?!"

"You... would have..." She wasn't wrong. Spirits, her voice was so small...

"Can you walk?"

"Yes..." She said, getting up slowly. Very slowly. The smoke was starting to become a problem.

"Gotta go. We can't be here when Garen gets here." Lux said, and she started carrying her friend by the shoulder, using herself as a support until they were out of the frying pan...

*****

They were out of the fire in a few moments, and to Jinx it felt like forever. Everything hurt. Whatever that big bastard's chain did was still keeping her weak. She actually tried to dash forward at one point, just to see if she could.

Nothing.

There had been a few times where she wished a healing factor had been included in the powers package... This sure was one of them.

They made it to a narrow alleyway a little farther from the site of the battle. They needed to stop to catch their breath. They leaned on a building and let the sounds of the footsteps of the Dauntless Vanguard's arrival soothe some of their worries for a moment.

"Are you okay?" Lux asked. She knew the answer, but she wanted to show concern. Like her face didn't do that enough...

"I'll live... Believe it or not, I've walked away from worse." Her voice was still ragged, but some of her spunk was back. That's good.

"That is not as reassuring as you think it is, Jinx."

"Yeah, sorry. Still reeling a bit..." She said, and her eyes softened. "Oh, Lux, for me? You shouldn't have."

She put a sooted finger to Lux's face and wiped away a tear the Illuminator didn't know she'd shed.

"Well, can't say you didn't earn it." She tried to play it off but she was too tired to pretend. "Let me see that."

She turned around and Lux felt the tears well up again.

"Is it as bad as it feels...?"

"Well, it's not exactly pretty..." Lux placed her hand on the wound and felt Jinx flinch. A gross, crude, almost cauterized wound, like she'd been struck by lightning, running the length of her back. "Bright side is it'll leave a great scar, at least."

"There we go... Positives." She was almost smiling. She felt Lux slowly press herself against her, hugging her from behind.

"I'm supposed to be the knight. I'm supposed to save you. Thank you." She could feel the tears on her back.

"Well, see the difference is I got it wrong. Saving the girl? That's the job of a knight in shining armor." Said Jinx, squeezing her friend's hand. "You're a shining knight in armor, so really I just put that expectation there for nothing. Honest mistake, my bad!"

Lux turned her around and wiped the tears of her own face... Oh, her hair is blue again. When had she dropped that?

"Here. This has a nasty sting." She gave her back Zapper and Jinx tucked it in it's holster.

"Not the only one, though, is it?" She'd noticed her glove was gone.

"Oh, yeah. Kinda had to impro-"

The sound of a chain hitting the corner of the alleyway cut her off. And what she did next was more out of panic than any plan.

He hadn't seen them yet, and Lux would make sure he didn't. She pushed Jinx against the wall, and when she winced in pain Lux put her bare hand over her mouth.

She had thought it was possible in theory, but this was pure instinct. She pressed herself close to her witch and asked... begged the light around her to listen. She could see in the dark by changing the way light bounced off her eyes. She could change the color of things, and the opacity of the smoke... But that had just been her changing the way people saw things, not the things themselves... This took so much out of her she nearly passed out from the strain, but she still begged... And the light answered.

And it avoided them completely.

Save for two tiny specs of light in their eyes, smaller than grains of sand so the two wouldn't go blind, Jinx and Lux were completely invisible.

Nobody but them could see them, and when the mage stumbled in the alleyway, hurt, bleeding and with a burn mark in his chest, looking like he was hunting something to take with him to the grave, the two stayed still as death.

It really was a narrow alleyway...

Lux felt her friend's hot breath on the palm of her hand. It was taking all she had to concentrate on the spell... She looked into Jinx's eyes and her witch looked back. Such gentle eyes they were right now. They were the ones who were invisible, but to Lux it was like nothing else existed in the world but them. She saw her gaze soften. She noticed the strain... This way of using her power was the polar opposite of everything she'd ever done. Ever been. And Jinx could see it. Just with her look she tried to tell her. 'It's okay. I get it. Don't hurt yourself. I'm proud of you.'

She hoped Lux got the message.

The mage came closer, lumbering in their direction. He got dangerously close...

Jinx took initiative here. Lux felt her hand around her waist as she got pulled closer to her friend. She took a sharp breath, and Jinx lifted two fingers and pressed them to her lips.

And it wasn't the time. It really wasn't! But Lux just... Was. Not thinking of how she was going to maintain her spell, not thinking of how she was going to explain this to her brother. Not thinking of who she was becoming as her powers grew, in this very second.

She just lived in the moment, pressed against Jinx's torso... Toned, hurt. Hurt for her. She could feel her breathing steady a bit... And then she felt... She must have imagined the kiss on the palm of her hand, but it was enough to keep her grounded in the now... Now, pressed against her abs... Her chest... Her eyes. Gods, her eyes. Violet and beautiful. And... and... so... Soft.

And ironically, she first saw her witch in a new light. And her eyes said 'I trust you.' And Lux could have lived in hiding if it meant living like this... Her arm moved before Lux knew where it was going, caressing the wound on her back, just softly enough not to hurt. That shirt was screwed... Guess she'd have to go without it for a while...

Oh. There's those unholy thoughts.

She wondered if Jinx noticed her kissing her fingers back...

And then, pain. Sharp and sudden. Too much. Held the spell too long. She barely suppressed a whimper, but from her face, Jinx could tell that Lux was at her limit. Her eyes said 'I'm sorry'. Jinx thought she didn't have to be. She nodded her head, and Lux saw her eyes start to glow. She wondered how that looked from the outside...

Jinx made her intentions clear. She turned to look at the mage with venom in her eyes.

Oh, look, more unholy thoughts! Lux knew she was at her limit. Usually she could keep a pretty tight lid on those!

She rearranged herself to face the mage and crouched. Everything hurt, but she only needed one blink to get him down while Lux got her strength back. Then they'd just jump him. Simple!

Her legs felt like they were on fire but it worked. Just one dash and she grabbed the bastard's head and smashed it into the alley wall. That rang his bell! How he wasn't dead was beyond her.

Lux fell to her knees and both her and Jinx blinked back into existence. The mage was alone, and he looked at them with rage in his bloodshot eyes. The Vanguard would be here soon. He knew he wasn't walking free at this point. He was gonna try to take them down with him...

Lux ran at him as Jinx tried to tackle one of his stocky legs. Gods, that knee was cooked! And just as she'd hoped, it buckled under the pressure. He took a knee and now it was Lux's turn to land her own knee to the face. In her head, Jinx was running out of 'attagirl's today.

Bastard still had some fight left in him though, little though it was, and he grabbed Lux by the hair and backhanded Jinx into the floor. He barely got up, carrying the Illuminator like a doll that was about to learn the meaning of "rough-housing" the hard way... She yelled in pain.

"He always said... You'd be trouble... Entirely too much." Whimpered the mage. Lifting a hand with a chain on it, crackling with magic, ready to turn this girl that had bested him to a bloody stain on the floor. "I can see why he likes you."

Lux heard the massive boots before she saw them. Only one person in the whole Vanguard wore plate boots that large!

"Hope you liked the view!" She snarled, and she raised her hand to his eyes and burned as bright as she possibly could.

It was a disgusting thing, seeing a pair of eyes melt due to heat exposure like that, let alone so quickly and so painfully, but the fucker had it coming. He howled in pain, blind and disfigured as he took a few steps back to the mouth of the alleyway.

Lux hit the ground and immediately went to check on Jinx. She was clinging to consciousness, barely. Super-endurance doesn't mean super-stamina, I guess... The two slowly got up, leaning on each other, and faced the blind mage, who held his own face in excruciating agony.

He tried one more swing. There really wasn't much room to miss, and these two couldn't dodge anymore. This was it. He raised his chain high...

And then Garden's giant broadsword, Judgement, was protruding from his chest.

"You've done enough." Said the Lord Commander, and with a spin he split the blind bastard clean in half.

(Well, 'clean' metaphorically. The whole alley was red now, but you get the point!)

As both halves of the mage dropped on the floor, Garen immediately focused on his sister.

"Glove!" He whispered, looking back at, presumably his men, coming to join them.

She'd almost forgotten about that. She put it on immediately and as soon as it was on her hand Jinx's knees gave out.

"Goddesses, sister. Are you alright?!" The military mask was gone. He was fully her big brother right now, as he came to help her friend stand up.

"I'm not going to lie, brother. I've had worse. But not often..." She was panting those words. The exhaustion was kicking in.

Garen held her face in his huge hand. He'd almost lost his sister! He'd almost... Almost...

But he hadn't. Because she hadn't been alone.

He looked at the strange, raggedy woman next to his sister. She had a nasty wound on her back that Lux wouldn't stop holding a hand against. Had she done that for her? "Blue hair... You must be Isha." He gave his sister a look and she instantly faced away.

"And you must be the Lord Commander... Nice entrance! She wasn't kidding..." Jinx breathed out. "Those shoulderpads ARE huge..."

"You saved my sister's life. Just Garen is fine." And Lux saw her brother really meant that. Bless his heart, he was actually getting emotional.

"Garen then... That's nice..." She looked at Lux. Bright, radiant Lux, battered as she was, and alive, holding her upright. There was a light in her eyes that hadn't been there before... Jinx found it weird. A good weird. Something else to figure out together. "You were amazing."

And with that, her strength was gone, and her world went black...

[magentacat]

Wolf Faunus Weiss AU (part 5)

"You want to hide that you're a faunus?" Blake's tone was flat; asking without judging.

"I mean," Weiss started, not sure of how to say it. "Please don't take this wrong, but I literally became a faunus this morning." Her hand was hoovering over Myrtenaster, as if expecting she could fence her way out of the problem. "I really don't know what to do with myself, much less with everyone else."

"It's okay," Blake pointed at her own bow, even moving her own cat ears under it. "I understand."

She considered for a moment how easier it would be for Weiss to be a faunus; not being hunted by the law and protected by her own status as a Schnee. Not like Blake or Scarlett.

"And even if I didn't understood," Blake continued. "It really should be your decision alone."

"Thank you," Weiss replied, relaxing her arms for a moment. "Though, how do we hide these? When I came in this morning there was no one around. But now," her wolf ears perked up as she glanced over Blake's shoulder, hearing how many people were there out in the library.

"Oh, yeah." Blake rolled her eyes. "How could a faunus hid herself for an extended period of time in plain sight of the entire Beacon Academy." She lifted her eyebrow.

Weiss only gave her a blank stare in response.

"You're lucky I keep a spare in case I lose the first one." Blake pulled out a second ribbon out of her pocket. "You don't mind black, do you?" She took a step closer.

"Is not like I have an option." Weiss bowed her head to let Blake tie the ribbon over her ears.

"You do have one," Blake replied, careful to fully cover both ears.

"Not for now," Weiss insisted, trying her best to keep her ears from moving. She blushed as she realized had never been this close to Blake before. "Let's make sure Ruby is okay first, and then I'll figure it out."

"We're done." Blake stepped back. "Check yourself while I try to call Ruby on her scroll."

Weiss took out her own scroll. She dreaded the reflection, remembering the scare from the morning. Stil, she pressed the camera function and put her scroll in front of her. Just as with Blake, the ribbon perfectly hid the wolf ears. She tried moving them, and the ribbon did move with them, but it held firm without revealing anything.

The only thing she didn't like was the color. Black wasn't really her thing.

"She's not picking up," Blake broke Weiss out of her thoughts. "Which could mean she's either setting a new academy record on confirmed grimm kills."

"Or she's in danger and needs us right now." Weiss put her scroll away and began running through the library and outside, as if having forgotten about her fears of being discovered.

Blake followed behind.

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6], [Part 7], [Part 8], [Part 0]

[necrotic-nephilim]

any recommendations for where to start reading for jean-paul valley and luke fox? i rlly wanna know more abt them but i have no idea which comics to read first

hello anon! i have a ton of recommendations, i love Jean-Paul and Luke and they're both great characters to get into! Luke is pretty easy to get into, but Jean-Paul can be a little complicated so I'll start with him.

Jean-Paul Valley

so i'm going to start with this: *do not* start with *anything* to do with the New-52 when it comes to Azrael. though there are some plots where he plays a significant role, he's butchered to the point he's just not the character you actually want to read. also don't start with Azrael (2009), that is not Jean-Paul, it's a different guy entirely. the recs i would give are

Batman: Sword of Azrael - this is Jean-Paul's introduction and backstory, i would consider it required reading. it's a great sorry and pretty short!

Batman: Knightfall - so. this is what Jean-Paul is iconically known for, the arc where Bane breaks Bruce's back and Bruce gives the mantle of Jean-Paul for a bit. and because of the nature of Jean-Paul's psyche, he goes off the rails and is a brutally violent Batman who has to be rid of the mantle. this is a *long* event. there's Knightfall, Knightsend, and Knightquest. and tbh this isn't really the baseline for Jean-Paul's personality, this is him at his worst and most fragmented. so, if you *want* to skip it for now and come back to it, you can. while it's important for his development, it's not really his baseline and if the big storyline daunts you, just skip it.

Azrael (1995) - (note: at issue #47, the title changes to Azrael: Agent of the Bat. it is still the same ongoing, just switch over to that title) this is his main comic run that went on for about 100 issues. it's very good. because he's a main Batfamily character, his comic will crossover into any big Batman event like No Man's Land or Contagion. you *can* read those events when you get to them, but they're not required if you'd just like to stick to him for now.

Azrael Plus the Question - this is a one shot and tbh, you don't have to read it, it's really not necessary. but, i'm a fan of the Question so, this is my self-indulgent rec. it's a fun short story and i wish we got more of these two <3

Sword of Azrael (2022) - (note: if you are reading this as single issues, you should read Sword of Azrael: Dark Knight of the Soul, the one shot that leads up to this. if you pick this up as a trade, that one shot will be included) by *far* my favorite Azrael story. this is *such* a good mini-series, i cannot recommend it enough. it's the modern era/timeline, but it very beautiful handles Azrael's history as Batman and all of his guilt and builds the the next steps for his character. i wish i could recommend this as #1, but you should at least read Batman: Sword of Azrael before this. but do read this, it's everything.

Luke Fox

Luke is introduced in the New-52 and is one of the highlights of that era. but it is the New-52, so some of it isn't the greatest. he does go on to feature in a lot of Rebirth stories as well. he does appear here and there in Batman: Eternal, but he tends to be a side character who doesn't get much focus, so you can read that if you'd like, but expect a more ensemble cast.

Batwing (2011) - start from issue #19, that is where Luke picks up the mantle up until the series ends at #34. it's his introduction and a great run for him. (note this series is collected as a trade under the name Batwing: Luke Fox)

Batgirl (2011) - he appears beginning from issue #43 and is mostly present up until the end of the run. i don't really love this run, i hate what it does with Barbara, but it is some essential reading for Luke.

Detective Comics by James Tynion IV - this is where we cross over into Rebirth territory, Luke is an important player during Vol 2: the Victim Syndicate, Vol 3: The League of Shadows, Vol 4: Deus Ex Machina, and Vol 7: Batmen Eternal. and!! during Tynion's run, Luke and Jean-Paul have *significant* interactions because both appear heavily. they end up pretty close to the point in the Rebirth era, Luke is one of the people Jean-Paul is closest to in the Batfam. Tynion's run is pretty good so i would honestly recommend reading the whole thing, but you can skip around to just the issues where Jean-Paul and/or Luke are important players.

there is obviously more for both of these characters if you want to do a completionist run and read *everything*, but these are the places that are either most important or easiest to start with. happy reading anon, i hope this helped!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wednesday! your writing is a treat and I hope you're having a lovely day <3

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE Y- I MEAN ARSON! ARSON! ARSON! ARSON! ARSON!

WIP Wednesday (1/31) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 93)

Andrew How much gas did you use? 10 Eh. Twenty bucks worth, I guess. Andrew You spent twenty dollars on gas just to burn a building? What are you, rich? 10 I'm not super wealthy, but I've got money. Besides, it was a special request, if you recall correctly. Andrew No it wasn’t. It was a suggestion. Wait. No. Scratch that. It was just an idea. 10 An idea that YOU gave me. :) Mr. Firefighter. Andrew I told you to knock that off. 10 Didn’t say I would. Andrew You’re annoying. You’re annoying and you might be stalking me. Why am I chatting with a potential stalker? 10 I might be annoying, but I’m not stalking you. Not my crime of choice. And… as for why you’re chatting with me. I think it’s because you like me.

Andrew’s eyes widen. Well, yeah. Duh. 10 is hot and witty and stupid. Of course Andrew likes him. But 10 isn’t supposed to know that.

10 Or, you think I’m interesting enough to talk to. By the way, *you* messaged me. Which means you took my number from a confidential case file. Thus, you’re the stalker.

Andrew sucks his teeth. Fuck. He’s almost got a point. But,

Andrew I got your number off the station’s phone when you called.  10 Stalker. Andrew Stop saying that. 10 Fine. I’ll say something else. I like you, too. You might actually be my first friend. Congratulations. Andrew An honor, I’m sure. 10 Mmhmm. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m starving to death. I’m going to get some dinner. Don’t follow me. Stalker.

Andrew huffs and rolls his eyes. He sort of wishes he could figure out where 10 is going for dinner. He wants to see him again. The picture in his head may be perfect but it’s not enough. He wants to sit across from this man and talk for real. Maybe one day.

[timbourinedrake]

Finally posting the Talia focused animatic I have been working on, because I don't know when I'll get time to finish it and I like it too much to let it rot in my folder.

This is based on the events of Batman: Son of the Demon and the song is Wife by Mitski

I have a whole lot of thoughts on how this song reflects Talia's treatment as a character both within comics and outside of them, and how she is always treated as the mother/daughter/love interest rather than an individual in her own right. These roles are important to her but she is also more than them, she is her own person. I think it's super interesting to look at how Talia would wrestle with balancing these roles whilst also not letting them be her own defining trait.

[xariarte]

what's whatever the weather, we'll always be together about?

Hello!!! 💖💖💖

I'm so glad you asked, it's my accidental longfic Pistons fic! I've been wanting to write Pistons fic for months and months but I always put it off because I didn't have a plot for Durvey (Jaden Ivey/Jalen Duren) that worked.

After Ivey got injured, I wrote fic to cope and then it kept getting longer and longer and I was like, "um I guess this is longfic now?" I have no idea if/when I will actually post it on ao3. I'm still working on it and haven't abandoned it yet, so we'll see!

If I posted it to ao3 then this would be the synopsis. I like to write this part early because I always get stuck and impatient when it's time to post. 💀

It was originally supposed to be only Duren/Ivey but then I added in Cade (and some minor background Tim Hardaway Jr./Malik Beasley) after looking at Pistons games and content. Hopefully I can write a proper trio somehow, but I've written Knicks trio so it can't be that much harder (famous last words, I hope not).

a sneak peek into chapter one:

Also the warmup hoodie is irl canon btw... @maxipowell is right, there is no heterosexual explanation for Duren giving Ivey his warmup hoodie.

and some photos of the trio bc I do have so many of them:

[unrelentingcheeseburgers-art]

hey hey people, I uh... Got inspired by BunOnTheMoon's moth art!

Specifically this post but-

I wanted to try my hand at drawing greene in a similar outfit (probably way too similar but tbh it's a really good outfit!)

If Bun sees this I hope they enjoy it- anyways!!

Pastel goth/goth moths!!!!

[mad-hunts]

so, i'm sorry in advance for the cursed images again, y'all. BUT i was thinking about it, and honestly... this is the most accurate description that i could give y'all as to what barton is like around people who he's in love with versus almost everyone else (besides those in his family and his friends + POSSIBLY others... though, even then, he might just act this way towards them 💀)

barton around his love interests:

barton around almost everyone else (at least about 50% of the time):

[clowningaroundmars]

previously:

Here, the Doctor leaps over to the side, narrowly avoiding a fist to the jaw and swinging 42’s still unconscious body into the air… letting him tumble over the ledge.

"Catch!" He announces brazenly.

42 falls down, down, down.

Gwen watches in horror.

here we are you guys!!! the final chapter! are you guys ready? :)

don't worry, i won't play with your guys' hearts for too long! well. i mean

oh yeah, and remember that death tw on chapter 1? well yeah. no gory details ofc but just mind the warning

anyways, enjoy! :D it's the final stretch

<< part 4 of 4

Doc Ock cackles gleefully as he watches 42’s body tumble into the air and down onto the concrete parking lot several stories below.

With one last burst of rage-filled strength, Gwen football-tackles him over the ledge while his guard is down, sending all three of them sailing through the cool night air.

Doc Ock clearly doesn’t expect this, if his screaming was anything to go by.

But Gwen wasn’t concerned at all with his idiotic cries, she was a woman on a mission and by god if she wasn’t going to complete it!

If she failed two of her friends and directly lead to both of their demises, then what the hell was she wearing the mask for?

No, this ends now.

She quickly grabs Doc Ock by the back of his neck and grips onto another one of his tentacles as they fall through the air, ripping it straight out of the node on his spinal cord with all of her might.

“N-no-- don’t!! AAAAAAAAAUGHH!!”

The Doctor’s soul-wrenching yowl of pain might’ve made Gwen feel a little bad… under normal circumstances. But at the moment, her every bit of focus was pointed towards Miles-42 like a compass pointing True North, and she wasn’t letting him out of her sight now.

Making split-second calculations, she kicked the Doctor’s body off of her and used the tentacle’s technological properties as a last-ditch effort to hook herself onto a nearby streetlamp, swinging her entire body’s weight with a loud grunt of effort.

She intercepted Miles’ flailing body in mid-air and succeeded in grabbing a hold of him, swinging down onto the ground safely and falling onto the concrete. She crashed onto her knees and rolled over a few times, clutching 42's head protectively all the way down.

The Doctor… didn’t make it.

With a sickening crunch and splatter, he was a disgusting mess of red, wet garbage on the concrete. His tentacles weren't long enough to reach back up to ledge of the building and his slower reflexes caused him to miss the streetlamp entirely.

His remaining tentacles laid next to him just as limp and as dead as he was.

Well, shit. That was gonna be a nasty surprise for the paramedics to find later on, huh.

Gwen sighed with relief as she laid her head back down and took a minute to catch her breath.

What a day. She wanted this to be completely over now, but… she knew that despite this small moment of relief, she wasn’t quite out of the woods yet. Literally.

But also…

“Miles,” she grunts with effort, every muscle in her body crying out as she pushes herself off of her elbows to sit up.

Miles-42 is laid across her lap now and showing zero signs of waking up anytime soon. Gwen’s heart started kicking into overdrive again, and she held him in her hands…

Just like you held Peter… after killing him, an evil little voice sneered at her from the back of her mind.

“Peter? Peter, oh god. What did you do?!” Gwen sobbed, excavating her beloved friend from the rubble of her school’s gymnasium.

He wasn’t gonna make it… oh god, he really wasn’t going to make it. The poor boy could barely open his eyes, and his bloody, beaten face was something that was going to haunt her in her nightmares forever.

It was etched into the back of her mind, the back of her damn eyelids, especially when to her delight-- or horror, it was hard to tell in the moment-- he managed to crack open his swollen eyes and look directly into hers.

“Gw-- Gwen…” he coughed, weakly.

Gwen continued to cry. “No no no no no, no, no! What did you do!? Why?!” She pleaded, wanting any answer, anything to hold onto.

“I… I wanted to be special. Like you,” he managed, even weaker than before.

Gwen knew it. She could feel the thready pulse of his heartbeat growing weaker and weaker with every passing second, and time was running out.

But she still held on.

“… Peter?” She sucked in a breath.

“Peter?”

“Peter?!”

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“Miles?!”

Gwen sobbed once more, clutching yet another beloved friend in her arms, in a position eerily similar to that fateful night. “Miles!”

All of the feelings she felt the night that her best friend had died came crashing back down and flooding into her chest like a tsunami.

She sniffled angrily, ripping her mask off of her face and working to pry Miles’ mask off of his own face, too.

... Damn it! What the hell was this stupid thing made out of?!

She didn’t want to break his tech, as complicated and extremely well-made as it was. She knew it was valuable and expensive to make, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She needed to see if he was still possibly alive, if he could give her a sign or something, and she wasn’t going to be able to do it with this stupid mask in the way!

She didn’t trust her shaking hands to be able to read his pulse in this state… she needed to see his face.

After a couple of minutes of careful jabbing and prying, Gwen was finally frustrated enough to just slide Miles right off of her lap and pry the whole thing off of his face with one firm pull.

She managed to do so without injuring him even more, and immediately got to checking the color of his lips in the low lighting of the near-empty parking lot. She fussed over him, sniffling and wiping her tears all the while.

It seemed like his bleeding stopped for now at least, but that was without even knowing how much he had lost in the first place.

“Miles… Miles?! Please,” she begged as she held him in her arms once more. “Answer me, please! Let me know you’re still alive, anything! Wiggle your eyebrows or…” she sniffled, “I… I don’t know but god, please, anything!”

What the hell did Doc Ock even do to this kid anyways?

She examined his face once more through the tears in her eyes and noticed a new injury that looked relatively fresh, still bleeding somewhere from his temple.

Maybe he knocked Miles out for a longer time in his mad dash to the roof… and if that was true… he really, really could be dead.

Miles-42 wasn’t a superpowered being like the rest of the Spider Band, he was a regular kid with cool gadgets and intense at-home training, but a regular kid nonetheless. Gwen could recover from a hard head injury herself just fine, all she would have to do is just sleep the pain off.

But Miles…

Miserably, Gwen sunk down even lower to the ground and sobbed her eyes out, tears wetting her face and staining the spray-painted Prowler logo on Miles’ shirt.

She stays like this, clutching onto the limp body of someone she would’ve been happy to call her friend-- especially after all they’ve been through today-- and now he won’t even live to see the fruits of his labor.

Fuck.

Gwen’s wandering thoughts takes her over to his uncle Aaron’s face, how he was going to react to the news of his nephew’s untimely and unfortunate death.

Gwen thought about Rio and… well, she cried even harder.

But she didn’t get to finish because… Miles then stirred a bit, his breathing speeding up a bit before he laid his head back and sighed softly.

Gwen stopped crying. She was shocked, staring back into his blank face with wide, teary eyes.

… Was it her imagination, then? Did she want Miles to be alive so badly that she convinced herself that he moved a bit while she wept?

No. No, she’s got to suck it up, stop letting her emotions get the best of her and give it a real try this time.

Steadying her breathing and wiping the snot from her nose, she brushes her hair back from her face and turns Miles’ face towards a nearby streetlamp that casts down a cold, white light onto the scene.

With gentle fingers, she lifts up one of his eyelids, then his other eyelid, and then finally bends down to listen to his chest as closely as she can.

She hears a heartbeat, though not so loudly underneath all of the gear he wears, but a heartbeat nonetheless.

Miles really stirs this time, groaning and sucking in a breath as he slowly comes back online.

Gwen laughs wetly, wiping more of her tears and boogers and sadness away, only tears of joy left brimming in her eyes.

“Miles! Oh my god, you’re alive… you’re alive! You made it!” She announces gleefully, giving him a happy little squeeze.

“Ow,” Miles answers hoarsely, squinting in the harsh, cold light of the streetlamp overhead and coughing a bit.

“S-sorry, sorry. I’m just. Well, y’know pretty excited that you’re alive. I thought that you were actually dead for a minute there, bud! You really gave me a scare!” She laughs and sniffles.

Miles finally cracks an eye open long enough to exhale a bit and lay his head back down.

“Uhhh… who are you again?” He mumbles, and Gwen’s heart sinks.

Oh no.

“What? Uh, i-it’s me, Gwen! Y’know, the girl who you’ve been fighting to escape this horrible building with this whole night? Oh no… is your head injury that bad?” She frets.

Miles then cracks a smile, not quite being able to laugh but getting pretty damn close to doing so.

“Gwendy, relax. I know who you are. Joke,” he explained, and it earned him another head bump from being promptly dropped right back onto the hard ground.

“Ow,” he complained.

“You are a dick,” Gwen replied, folding her arms over her chest. She didn’t stop smiling through her tears, though.

“Were you crying over me? Oh my god, you were totally crying,” Miles says with a smile, not making any movements to get up at all.

Gwen unfolds her aching legs from underneath her and stands up on her knees. “Shut up. Stop talking. You’ve sustained a critical brain injury and you need to not make stupid decisions before we get you out of here, alright?”

Miles chuckles quietly. “Mmnyeah, true. Lemme keep my mouth shut.”

He wasn’t slurring his speech or confusing her for another person, so that was a good sign.

He wasn’t moving any of his limbs, though. So… that was possibly a bad sign.

“Can you, uh,” Gwen starts, glancing all around her as she fully stands up, “can you walk? Or sit up? I can carry you, but I need to know that you’re not paralyzed from the neck down first. I don’t wanna risk any more injuries, y’know?”

Miles wiggles his feet and flexes his hands inside of his gauntlets for a bit before laying back down and sighing again.

“Yeah, I can move my limbs. I don’t think anything’s broken… except for this massive fuckin’ migraine I got goin’ on right now. Just, uhm. Just gimme a minute.”

Gwen continues looking over her shoulder. The blades of a chopper are vibrating through the air several miles away but it’s gaining speed quickly, and steadily getting closer.

“Okay, you might wanna hurry up on that, because we’ve got company coming and we still need to get the hell out of here,”

Miles blinks on the ground for a few more seconds, gears very obviously turning in his head as he does.

After a few seconds, he says, “okay. Help me up, then. Slowly,”

It takes them several more minutes of pained grunting and a slow ascent up to get Miles standing again, but once they’re both steady on their feet, they get a move on.

Gwen has one of his arms over her shoulder, steadying him and carrying some of his weight.

“Wait,” Miles says suddenly, just as they’re rounding a corner of the building where several guards and scientists are still milling around. There are a few big white buses parked close by, most likely hired to transport the personnel away from the facility. Some are already sat inside.

Gwen ducks back around the corner and takes a peek at the scene before turning her attention back to her friend.

“Shit, you’re right. There’s a lot of people out there, most likely waiting for Octavius or something. We’ve gotta find a way too book it out of here undetected, though…”

“Mh, yep,” Miles grunts, sucking in air through his teeth for a second. “Ow, sorry. My head’s killin’ me… which kinda sucks, ‘cause my escape plan was to just hot-wire a car and hightail it outta here.”

Gwen laughed incredulously. “Oh my god. That was your grand escape plan this whole time?” She shakes her head. “In every single universe… Miles Morales is the exact same dork I always hate to love,”

“Psshhyeah right, hate to love. You’re not foolin’ me,” Miles smirks at her exasperated expression.

Gwen rolls her eyes and instructs Miles to lean against the wall and stay put while she goes to search for a viable vehicle they could steal.

“Cool. Good luck. I definitely won’t die,” Miles informs her, which just makes her roll her eyes again before bounding away.

Time for some espionage, Gwen thinks to herself as she skirts the outer edges of the parking lot and tries to avoid being seen by the several other armed personnel still waiting around to receive confirmation that they can now depart.

After a little bit, a few ambulance trucks pull up with flashing red lights and the paramedics jump out, which actually gives her some relief. The professionals were on the job now, everything was taken care of; they also served as a perfect distraction from what she was doing…

Which was looping around the entire building’s perimeter and seeing which car was left unattended and unlocked.

She really didn’t want to have to break any windows, especially because she needed to keep as quiet as possible since she still needed to go back and fetch Miles… but if all options were exhausted…

Bingo!

She eventually came across a parked Ford F-250 near a line of trees located just behind all of the ambulances and the commotion. It was unlocked (haha, sucker!) and was perfectly empty, ready for the taking.

Gwen couldn’t believe that despite failure after failure plaguing her on this day, her luck finally turned around at the last minute… what a relief!

Overhead, the chopper finally reached its destination, drowning out every sound around them with its spinning blades as it slowly lowered itself down onto the helipad located at the top of the building. Leaves were whipped violently into the air, trees swayed and shook with the force of the winds.

Gwen rejoiced again at the added distraction that would surely help with her sweet escape.

The helicopter crew wouldn't find much waiting for them up there, save for the unconscious bodies of several brutally-beaten henchmen, of course.

She fetched her friend who was now sitting with his knees tucked up under his chin against the wall, and together they limped their way back to the truck and climbed in.

Once inside, they successfully hot-wired it using Miles’ gadgets. Then Miles went to climb out of the driver’s seat.

“Uhh wait, huh. Where’re you going?” Gwen asks from the passenger seat.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? You’re driving. Hop in.” Miles groans as he lowers himself from the high-as-hell cab, clutching at his side.

Gwen titters nervously. “Ohhh, no, no I’m not! I don’t even have my license yet, I can’t drive!”

Miles takes his sweet time painstakingly climbing into the back seat of the truck. He shirks his pack off, throws it onto the floor of the cab, and stretches himself out over the seats to lay down.

“Yep, I don’t have my license either, girl, you don’t see me chickening out when I’m picked to be the getaway driver!” He remarks, once comfortable.

Gwen huffs in annoyance, leaping over to the driver’s side and locking all of the doors once she makes sure they’re shut tight.

“Dude, forreal! I have no clue how to operate a truck like this! The gear shift isn’t even in the right place,” she complains.

Miles cracks one eye open. “Please tell me your dimension doesn’t have y’all driving on the left side of the road…”

Gwen huffs again. “No, I'm not British, Miles. I meant… this looks pretty high-tech for me and… what do all of these buttons even do? …Is this a touch screen?”

“Gwen, seriously, I get that this is a brand new experience for you but listen: there are like, no laws in this dimension. Literally not even kidding. Just pull up the GPS on that touch screen, punch in my address and we can get going. Left pedal’s gas, right pedal’s the brakes.”

She hesitated, but... there was no arguing with that! Who was Gwen to make decisions in a dimension she wasn’t even a part of, really? If Miles told her that his dimension ignored all traffic laws, well… then, when in Rome, right?

And besides, who else was getting them both to safety if not her? She needed to suck it up before they were noticed by any personnel sweeping the area, or before any cops showed up.

She took a deep breath and steeled herself.

“Well,” Gwen said nervously, both hands on the wheel and her eyes directly on the road in front of her, “bon voyage, then! Let’s pray I don’t get the both of us killed,”

“Vamos con dios,” Miles mumbled, an arm draped over his eyes. He quickly lost consciousness once again.

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About half an hour into their drive (which-- aside from terrible braking every now and then-- was admittedly pretty smooth, all things considered), Gwen pulls over to a greasy 24-hour fast food place that seemed to serve all of the shittiest, unhealthiest food ever invented under the sun.

She woke Miles up and asked him what his order would be, borrowed his jacket to cover up her unique costume’s design, and ducked inside.

She was surprised to see Miles up and sitting in the truck bed when she returned with their food, legs swinging like he hadn’t just gotten injured helping her fight a menacing four-armed madman not even an hour and a half ago.

He looked the worse for wear, braids frizzed out as they hung right over his shoulders like they usually did, but he was more alert now than he had been before. He looked fine, given the circumstances.

They sat side-by-side, gazing up at what scarce stars there were out in the early morning sky, the edges of the horizon peeking a slight blush of pink through the trees.

Gwen scarfed down her triple bacon burger and inhaled her large fries, only stopping every once in a while to take a sip of her extra-large milkshake.

A mildly amused Miles enjoyed his own fries and meatball sub in companionable silence.

“Feelin’ better?” Gwen asks, still munching on the last bit of her burger, which has now thoroughly stained the lap of her costume with grease.

Miles laughs, wrapping up the second half of his sandwich for later. “Yeah, a quick nap and a good meal helps a lot,”

Gwen hums in thought. “You were out for… a while. Like, back at the parking lot. I was getting real worried there, actually,” she admits.

Miles glances at her, studying her face for a second. “… How long? I mean, you were crying, so I guess it was a while,”

Gwen rolls her eyes. “Can you stop bringing the crying back up again? I just… I got scared, okay? You didn’t tell me what your grand escape plan was before you… uh, passed out, so I mean...”

Miles is skeptical. “Uh huh, the escape plan. That’s what you were worried about that whole time, right?” He ribbed her a bit, intending for it to come off light-heartedly.

The tense silence that fell in that moment made him a bit nervous, though.

Gwen looked… upset.

He backpedaled. “Uhhh, I mean. Yeah, yeah, the escape plan! The escape plan... woulda been a real shame if I croaked back there before telling you what it was. Of course.” He clears his throat awkwardly.

Gwen offers him a small smile and starts clearing the wrappings and the trash around her folded legs.

“I… uh. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone this before. Well, not all of the details but. I don’t really do the whole friend thing anymore because of… I mean, I lost a friend before. And you’re Miles and-- I mean, not my Miles but the other Miles is-- was my friend, and I think we’re cool now, but when I saw you falling I just…”

Gwen sighs. “Sorry. I’m rambling. This is awkward.”

Miles leans back against the side of the truck bed, positioned in the same way that they were sitting back when they were having a bit of a heart-to-heart in the vents of Octavius’ compound. Funny how little moments like this seemed so serendipitous like that.

He studied her face again in the yellowing lights of the restaurant’s signs, thinking for a bit.

“Miles… the other Miles kind of told me some stuff. Not too many details, sure, but. Yeah,” he offered, trying to signal to her that he was down for a chat, no matter how depressing the topic got.

Not very many people in his world got to understand him on a deeper level, not even his own girlfriend. It was nice sitting next to someone who dealt with just as much trauma as him, if not more. It was... an opportunity for connection. Why not take it?

Gwen looked up at him. “Oh, you two talk about me?”

“Yeah, you’re all we talk about, your highness,” he laughs, then sobers up again. “Nah. I mean, y’know like, we talk about everybody. And he likes you, you know. So, yeah... sometimes you get brought up.”

Gwen sighs, leaning her head back against the truck bed and looking up at the stars above. “He shouldn’t, honestly. I think he can find someone from his dimension that… that’s gonna actually appreciate him, you know?” She looks back down into Miles’ eyes. “Not a self-deprecating thing, by the way. Don’t worry,”

Miles holds his hands up with an easy smile. “Not worrying,”

“Well good!” Gwen smirks. Then she shrugs. "I'm not sure it'd work out between us. That's all."

“... So about that back there… I took a look in the side mirror and uh,” he gestures to his shirt, the Prowler insignia now slightly messed up and blurred in some spots thanks to Gwen’s salty tears. "Yeah."

Gwen looks away, ashamed. “Yeah,” is all she says.

“Was your friend… a good friend?” Miles prodded a bit, trying to seem nonchalant about it.

Gwen saw right through it, even when she was purposefully avoiding looking at him. “Yeah. He was. My best friend,”

“Damn,” Miles replies. “I reminded you of him that much?”

Gwen laughs bitterly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I mean… I thought of you as my friend, which… y’know, you are, until we get to go our separate ways and forget all of this even happened. And I uh… I don’t like seeing friends get hurt. That’s all.”

Miles bobbed his head slowly, digesting this bit of information and taking a sip of his own milkshake.

"He, uhm." Gwen swallowed. "He died in my arms."

It was all she could say.

Miles winced because he understood. He really, really did.

After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat. “Listen. I, uh. I wouldn’t mind calling you a friend after all of this, if you don’t mind. Like, even after we go home,” He strategically avoided eye contact with her. "We been through too much tonight to call each other strangers, right?"

Gwen smiled at him again. It was a sad smile. “Why don’t you have any friends, by the way? You seem cool. Well. When you’re not in work mode, that is.”

Miles chuckled. “Wow. Do I seem that lonely?”

Gwen shrugs. “The other Miles also tells me some things… sometimes. You just happen to come up every now and then, that’s all,” she manages as playfully as possible. She throws him a wink over her shoulder.

Miles' upper lip quirked up. “That little traitor. I’m giving him a wedgie the next time I see ‘im.”

Gwen barks out a laugh. “Good luck! He’s ten times stronger than you and he can go invisible,”

“Yep,” Miles nods to himself. “You definitely still have a crush on him.”

Gwen throws a fry at him and then they decide to finally dump their trash and continue their journey back into the city before the sun really started waking up and blinding poor Gwen, who was already learning how to drive on the fly and probably didn’t need the relentless sun rays beaming directly into her eyes while she was still at it.

They rode the rest of the way in much better spirits.

They drive past Newark, New Jersey and before Gwen knows it, they’re driving through Manhattan and reaching the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Okay okay, okay, okay okay okayokayokay,” she mutters to herself, hands firmly gripping the steering wheel and leaving slight indentations in the material. “I got this, I got this,”

Miles is now seated in the passenger seat, seatbelt firmly clicked in place. He’s leaned forward, ready to stop Gwen at any moment and pull the emergency brakes.

“Yeah, yeah, you got this, you got this! Don’t be intimidated by all the other cars around you, this ain’t our truck, remember? Everyone else is gonna be doing whatever the hell they wanna do, but don’t do anything stupid on the bridge, right? Otherwise, just keep your foot hovering over the brakes, like I told you before. Let this truck coast,”

Gwen tries her best to internalize all of his rapid-fire advice and not accidentally find herself flooring the gas by accident at the same time. She’s pretty sure her finger marks are going to be sunk into the polyurethane foam and possibly even the metal underneath forever.

She didn’t know who in the world owned this truck, but whoever he was, he was going to be real pissed off when he discovered it in the future.

Which, actually, speaking of…

“Sooo, how uh… where are we going to put this truck once we’re done with it? Should we… pull over soon, leave it in a parking lot somewhere and take the train the rest of the way?”

Miles chuckled. “Leave it? You kiddin’? This truck is basically brand new, pristine. We’re taking this straight to my uncle’s chop shop, we’re gonna take this stuff apart, sell a part here and there, keep the rest for our own gear.”

Gwen gave him a cursory glance. “Uh, your uncle has an auto shop? Huh. Dunno why that surprises me.”

“It’s not a legit business, that’s why. He only runs it as a front. We use it mostly to bring in abandoned cars, use the metals, wires and glass for our gear, other weapons we make to sell. Sometimes Aaron fixes other people’s cars and bikes for some money, though… and bribes.”

Gwen chuckles a bit. “Sounds about right. But I guess I don’t blame you guys. Gotta do what you can to… survive… right?”

She trails off as they get closer to Brooklyn's residential areas and see a rampant spike in crimes. Gwen’s Spider Sense goes off as she sees crime after crime being committed in the brand new hours of the dawn, when the sky hasn’t even finished lightening up to a nice baby blue yet.

“… I see that you guys, uhm… these New Yorkers here in this dimension are a… lively bunch, huh?” Gwen comments distractedly as she drives past someone actively committing grand theft auto.

“Yyyyep,” Miles sighs. “Home, sweet home.”

“You ever wonder what it’s like to live anywhere else in the world sometimes?”

“Only everyday. But us Morales never run from anything. So,” Miles shrugs.

Gwen gives him a fond look.

"Sure do wish I could stop some of these people, though-- wait. Is that man mugging that other guy over there?" She cranes her neck over the wheel to get a better look.

Miles grabs the wheel to keep them from veering into a line of parked cars. "How about we just keep driving, okay? Eyes on the road, girl."

Gwen laughs sheepishly. "Right! Sorry. Spiderwoman instincts."

"Yeah, trust me, I get it." Miles replies flatly. "Don't get distracted. This crime's ours to fight, not yours. Just get us home, like, alive please?"

After finally rolling up to Aaron’s garage at five in the morning, bright and early, Miles lowers himself down from the cab once again and limps over to ring the doorbell.

He presses it in a series of patterns that Gwen only vaguely recognizes before the metal garage door eventually starts rumbling open, revealing a slightly disheveled Aaron still in his PJs, but with a fly coat on as per usual, and some nice-looking Timbs. He was casually leaning against a vintage Cadillac.

He held a mug of coffee in one hand that read “WORLD’S WORST UNCLE” in bold lettering on one side.

Gwen bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“About damn time,” Aaron grumbles, scratching at his beard and pushing off of the Cadillac. “What took y’all so long?”

Miles only gives him a cursory glance before going around the front of the truck to help Gwen down from the cab and dive into the backseat to retrieve his stuff.

Aaron raises an eyebrow at her.

“Uh, hello… sir. I’m Gwen!” She responds, mostly to dispel the awkwardness that hung in the air.

Aaron eyes the truck as he paces casually towards the two teens, gaze occasionally flicking down to the purple jacket that Gwen still sported... that very clearly belonged to his nephew.

"What, uh," Aaron starts, "what... happened to you two?"

"Ah, you know. High risk life-threatening mission, the usual!" Gwen quips on auto-pilot. Her mouth moves faster than her brain does sometimes.

Miles followed Aaron’s gaze and quickly stepped in front of her, holding his pack out for him to take.

“I got it,” he informed Aaron. “All of it.”

Aaron made a noise of approval, taking the pack and examining it.

It still had a few cobwebs dangling off of it. He hummed in thought, eyeing his nephew once more.

“Sooo, we’re gonna go upstairs now, cool? I gotta clean this super awful and deep wound I got from… uh, saving Gwen here. Yeah, she was gonna be sushi if I didn’t jump in front of her. It was Doc Ock, by the way,” Miles continued, as they both made their way into the garage and towards the door in the back. “Doc Ock, that we killed, too. By the way. Mostly me, of course. But, y’know. No need to thank me or anything!”

Aaron laughs and shakes his head. "I'm tellin' Rio, kid. I am! I'm snitchin', I don't care."

"What!" Miles exclaims indignantly. "About what?!"

Aaron's shoulders are shaking. "I'm tellin' her you got another girl around now,"

Gwen laughed loudly, grabbing Miles by the back of his shirt and yanking him towards the back exit door.

“I do not! Do not call her! Bye!” Miles called out before stumbling into the landing that lead up to the elevator of his uncle’s building.

Miles apologized about his uncle in the elevator ride up, and when he opened the door to Aaron's spacious apartment, he kicked his shoes off and sighed with relief.

“Make yourself at home, by the way… mi casa es su casa, and all that,” he says nonchalantly as he peels his shirt off of his body, shedding gear on the floor all the way to the couch.

Gwen only stands by the door, jacket in hand, fiddling nervously with the material.

“I should… I should go.” She finally says after a moment of hesitation. Guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders. “I shouldn’t stick around if I really don’t need to--”

“Why, ‘cause of Spider Society rules?” Miles scoffs, pulling a first aid kit from under the couch and inspecting his wound. “Am I still bleeding on the side of my face, by the way?”

Gwen sighs. “No. And, no. You’ve stopped bleeding a while ago. Look…” she dumps his jacket onto the back of a computer chair and looks down at her watch. “This little adventure was very fun and all… but you got hurt because of me, and I should--”

She stops when she sees Miles’ wound. It looked nothing like she’d ever seen before on a person... and she’s seen her fair share of wounds.

The gaping… thing that Miles was inflicted with didn’t look like any wound she’d even experienced before.

It was green, still had a slight glow to it from the weird snake-like marks winding out from the center. The dried blood scabbing over didn’t bother her at all, she knew how ugly a stab wound could look most days, but the green glow…

It looked a lot like the glowing green circuits back in that power box that she destroyed at Octavius’ compound…

She gasped.

Miles looked up from his inspection and they locked eyes.

“Uhhh,” his pupils bounce around for a bit, trying to think of something to say. “It’s… it’s not as bad as it looks?”

Gwen winces and then swiftly turns around, immediately punching in her own dimension into the watchface. “I’d love to stick around… but I gotta go. Don’t die on me, okay?” She tells him, speaking quickly.

Miles is caught by surprise, but eventually concedes. He places a hand over his wound and nods in her direction. “Uhm. Yeah, cool. Will do. You uh, you take it easy, too. Yeah?”

Gwen only offers him a sad smile in return and her own watercolor-bright portal is immediately opened. Then, she’s stepping through it like she’s being chased down.

After the portal closes, everything that was in the vicinity settles down after floating in the air a bit.

Miles is left alone blinking in the place it used to be, unsure as to why Gwen just dipped on him like that out of nowhere.

He looks back down to his wound, only maybe slightly infected, but still very sure that the poison most likely worked itself through his body by now. Especially after that meatball sub and the fries...

Maybe seeing poisoned wounds upset her or something, he figured, shrugging and going back into the open kit laid next to him.

He starts cleaning his wound with isopropyl alcohol, wincing every now and then when the chemical stung a little harder as he peeled away dried blood.

It isn’t until after he’s done that he remembers their conversation about her best friend, back in the truck at the fast food joint.

He shuts the kit closed, tucks it back underneath the couch, and picks his phone up off of the counter where he usually leaves it before heading out to dangerous missions.

He selects and copies Gwen’s number from the Spider Band groupchat that he never sends messages in, opens a new message box, and sends only one text.

Thanks, btw. For everything.

[gratefulcheeses]

So you’re telling me a D. Portgas’d this Ace?? No way…

(ALSO SEASON 2 OPLA CONFIRMED LET’S GOOOOOOO, CANT WAIT TO SEE WHO GETS CAST AS HIM 💪🏽)

[fruit-of-infidelity]

💜 Diatober 💚

Day Twenty-Six: Insanity