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brandstifter-sys · 5 months ago

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Mask Raid

@dukexietyweek 2024 Day 7 - Superhero + Rivals to Lovers

Word Count: 3630 (Ao3)

Rating: T

Characters: fem!Virgil (Violetta), mtf!Remus (Reina)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: Violence, sex mention, 4th wall breaking, mild internalized transmysogyny (blink and you'll miss it), spideypool vibes

Violetta is just trying to get by daily while also saving the city at night as Rabidosa, a web-slinging super heroine. It would be so much easier if she didn't have a hot roommate, or an obnoxious rival like Piscina Muerta. But even if they don't always see eye to eye, Vi can't just leave her to die on a warehouse rooftop! What happens after that is—

Shush and tell the story!

Fine...

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It was one of those days when absolutely everything was going to shit. First someone stole her bike, then she had to handle the barrage of Karens doing their holiday shopping, and then she had to deal with car callers shouting at her on her way home. Violetta was going to lose her shit if she didn't get to gorge on ice cream and watch horror movies when she got to her relatively new apartment. Her roommate could deal if she were home.

Of course she wouldn't get to relax, even when she realized she was home alone. She got into her bedroom and stripped out of her uniform, only to hear a report from the police scanner on her dresser. Multiple shots were fired downtown, the suspected shooter was none other than the Duchess of Destruction herself.

Vi regrettably pulled on her black and purple compression spandex and hid her head in the mask. Rabidosa was on her way to put a stop to the chaos before the cops made a mess.

Rabidosa leapt out the window and shot some webs from her wrist, in no mood to be the hero. The Duchess, Piscina Muerta, was going to go through hell if she was behind this!

She swung between the buildings until she came upon an abandoned warehouse downtown. She could feel her adrenaline spike, her spider sense, and decided that was the place to investigate.

She landed on the roof and glanced around. Something was off.

Bang

“Fuck! Right by the tit!”

Rabidosa whipped around and saw A woman in a bright green bodysuit, covered in blood, standing in front of her. Rabidosa couldn't see her face behind the mask, but she knew this walking arsenal.

“Piscina,” Rabidosa gasped and tensed. She saw the sniper.

In an instant she webbed the barrel and charged across the rooftop. With a single leap and a solid left hook she knocked out the would-be assassin.

She glanced around, searching for more threats. Her spider sense wasn't acting up, but it was odd. She could deliver this thug to the police and get answers, but there was something more important to handle.

Rabidosa spun around and raced across the rooftops to Piscina Muerta as she stumbled to the fire escape.

“Stop,” she ordered in a low, threatening voice. Piscina shivered and froze.

Can you blame me? I am weak to dommy mommies who can kick my ass!

“Is there a problem, Spiderlily?” Piscina Muerta chuckled and tried to stand upright. She was shaking and struggling to stay balanced.

“What happened?” Rabidosa asked and approached her cautiously. Piscina had rapid healing powers, she knew that. But she was still concerned.

“Oh, this? I got shot in the arm and beaten up by some guys protecting my target, they could've been major league baseball players with the way they swing those pipes! You should've seen me an hour ago! Those fucks were scared shitless when I managed to take them down!” she beamed, “I would've stayed longer but I needed to get here before it was too late!”

“What do you mean ‘too late?’”

“Well obviously I needed to keep you from taking a bullet to the head! Those fucks were going to kill anyone who caught them in the middle of their transaction! I couldn't find the last one until just now! It's so weird you showed up before he could run away,” Piscina shrugged and stared off into the distance, as if she were staring at the narrator and readers.

That's exactly what I'm doing! Why did you set up such a lame meeting? I want Spidey to kick my ass and then eat it! This is not how I want to play doctor with her!

Rabidosa narrowed her eyes. It was no secret that there were drug and human traffickers in the area, and that Piscina had a personal vendetta against them. But it made no sense for this flirtatious disaster to want to save her. It's not like they got along.

“It would be so boring if you were injured or dead! Who would beat me up and step on me until I cream my tights! The hostages? The cops can handle them when they get here!—They’re safe before you freak out!” Piscina giggled, already sensing what Rabidosa was thinking. She immediately hissed and stumbled forward, falling to her hands and knees.

“Can you save the horniness for when you're not bleeding?”

“Internally or externally? Because I don't know when the first one will stop!”

“You're bleeding internally and you're flirting?!” Rabidosa gasped incredulously. If she weren't hurt, Rabidosa would have played along with Piscina's flirting.

“Yup! I can't help myself! You're hot and you vibe with me!” Piscina giggled and slumped on her side.

Can I please mention how that spandex is straining to contain that cake? Because damn! I want my face to be her chair!

Rabidosa wilted slightly and shook her head. This murderous dork was really out of it if she didn't even mention her butt.

Ohhhhh I see where this is going! Good work Narrator!

“Since I'm not a cop, and I know you don't want to go to a hospital, I'll make sure you get home safe,” Rabidosa sighed and took a knee in front of her. She couldn't exactly see Piscina’s lips turn upwards but it was obvious she was beaming with the way her cheeks moved up.

“Oooh, you want to take this to my place? How forward of you!” Piscina teased but wrapped her good arm around Rabidosa’s shoulders.

“Don't get the wrong idea, I'm interested in someone else,” Rabidosa scoffed and webbed over her wound to keep her from bleeding out. Then she tourniqueted above the wound with more webs and hoisted the Duchess of Destruction up with ease.

“You're not single? Damn, your partner is lucky!” Piscina giggled and curled into her, noting how her chest was compressed and firm. She would have preferred having some cushioning for the trip, but she could deal.

“I am. She's out of my league,” Rabidosa huffed, “Just tell me where to go.”

“Aw, that can't be true!” Piscina whined, “You're so hot and strong and kind! You're a superhero! No one is out of your league!”

“Where. Is. Your. Place?”

“Up on Preston and 4th. It's the top floor so you can leave me on the roof. I don't want my roomie to see,” Piscina pouted.

“Afraid they'll call the cops?” Rabidosa asked, expecting the answer to be yes.

“No, she wouldn't do that,” Piscina sighed as Rabidosa shot a web from her wrist and swung off the roof.

“Then why are you concerned?”

“I don't want her to worry about me more than she does,” Piscina sighed and closed her eyes, letting the wind wash over her. Her injuries were getting to her.

Nuh-uh!

“She's so handsome and smart and scary. I would kill for her to step on my e-dick and then cuddle me all night,” she continued, “I want to snuggle up with her and listen to her singing her emo songs.”

“Don't pass out on me,” Rabidosa scoffed and switched arms with practiced grace, “Keep talking about your roommate or anything.”

“You’re worried about me too,” Piscina jeered and glanced up at her. From this angle she looked so noble and strong with the stars blurring behind her.

“No shit. You're probably bleeding internally, you have a gunshot wound, and you're fading fast,” Rabidosa scoffed as she kept switching arms and swinging through the city.

“I won't die!” Piscina argued weakly, “And you'll be kicking my ass this time next week, same as always!”

“I don't want to accidentally drop you. I need you to hold on and you have to stay awake for that.”

This narrator is oddly quiet! I won't pull a Stanley. Say something! What is she thinking?

Piscina pouted in thought, though her mind was reeling. Rabidosa glanced down at her and fought back a blush. She really shouldn't have found a mercenary like this fat mouthed ball of chaos cute, and certainly not when she was so beat up.

She thinks I'm cute!?

Yes, Rabidosa thought Piscina was cute, a bubbly little imp who could get under her skin and try to kill her, but cute. She reminded Rabidosa of a certain someone but she didn't have the energy to dwell. She had to get Piscina Muerta to safety and probably remove the bullet in her arm.

Who do I remind her of!? Don't leave me hanging here!

“Seriously, keep talking so I know you didn't pass out,” Rabidosa cut into her thoughts directed at the narrator.

“You just want to know what my type is, don't you?” Piscina teased, “What do you want to know about my roomie?”

“Is she armed?”

“You should see her arms! My god, that woman is ripped, she could snap me like a twig!” Piscina gushed, “She is a brick house! Fat ass and tiddies, soft tummy, and so much muscle! I would kill for her to bench press me!”

“I see personality doesn't matter to you,” the heroine scoffed, unsurprised.

“Oh it does! I'm just horny first! You would think that the E would've killed my drive but it didn't! Probably because of the healing factor! Which is good, I need my morning wood—”

“I don't need to know that,” Rabidosa cut her off.

“That doesn't mean you don't want to know!” Piscina jeered, “But that's all you get without getting a peek!”

“Pass.”

“Your loss! I'm hot! And my skin isn't totally fucked up like Wade Wilson! Then again I'm not a pansexual Canadian with a hard-on for Bea Arthur!”

Rabidosa scanned the rooftops as they drew nearer. She had no idea what the hell Piscina was talking about, and she couldn't blame it on head trauma.

“So you're not hot for the Golden Girls?”

“I am! Just not to the same extent! Besides, I like my women a little less femme! That's another thing about my roomie that's hot! She's pretty futch!”

“Right,” Rabidosa droned and took in their surroundings. She was not happy that she recognized the area.

“She is! And she's so cute and sassy! But she's also really sweet and kind, and she can keep up with my nonsense! I love her rants and when she gets excited about music and spooky stuff! She's just amazing!”

“And she has no idea what you do for a living?” Rabidosa quipped. She was all too aware of the neighborhood she was in. This was unnerving.

“Nope! She might not call the cops but she would be scared of me! I don't kill just anyone, I don't take just any contact! But she might not believe me. I don't want to lose her. She's the kind of woman I could fall in love with!”

“You have a crush on her,” Rabidosa said, “And you're too scared to do anything about it?”

“Me? Scared?” Piscina huffed, “I don't want to be labeled as a predator—I kill predators! I'm not scared, just aware of everything that could happen.” She didn't have to divulge that her thoughts tended to lean toward the worst of the worst case scenarios, and they plagued her.

Leave my intrusive thoughts out of this!

“Sounds like you are scared,” Rabidosa huffed and landed on the roof of her apartment building. Hopefully Piscina would tell her she was on the wrong roof.

Ooh! She lives here too?

“So what if I am? It's not like she’s interested in me like that,” Piscina pouted and fumbled out of Rabidosa’s arms. She could barely stand, but she didn't need to have this conversation.

“Which apartment are you in?” Rabidosa asked stiffly. Piscina shrugged and peeked over the edge of the roof. She was surprised to see her roommate’s window wide open.

“Don't sweat it, my roommate has to be home, so I have to be sure she can't see me sneaking in.”

Rabidosa grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up to face her.

“Which apartment?” she snarled.

Oh fuck, I think I just creamed my tights!

“505.”

“She's not home,” Rabidosa said flatly and threw the duchess over her shoulder. Piscina squawked and flailed as Rabidosa leapt over the edge of the roof and scaled the building.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Because I think I'm staring at one spidery ass at work and I don't want to stop!

“Getting you to your apartment,” Rabidosa said and crawled through the open window. She would have to remember to close her window better next time.

What!?

“Is this your room or hers?” Rabidosa asked, still keeping up the guise because she couldn't break the fourth wall.

I'm feeling attacked and targeted. And what do you mean “her window?!” Are you saying that this hot webslinger is actually—

“Piscina?”

“It's hers. Can't you see the band posters?” Piscina grumbled. Her mind was reeling.

Rabidosa said nothing and carried Piscina to her room. She set the menace on the bed and sighed. Where was the first aid kit?

“Hey Spinstress, mind helping me with the mask?” Piscina cooed, “I think I can trust you to keep a secret!”

“You sure?” Rabidosa hesitated and crouched beside her. She already knew which face was behind the mask, and she was not ready to see it.

“Yeah! It's not like you would rat me out or tell my roommate that I have a crush on her! And I need to breathe easy to get this chunk of metal out of my arm!”

Rabidosa sighed and carefully removed the mask. She was met with the most hypnotic green eyes and the most blinding grin. Piscina’s long, wavy, dark hair was messy as it fell around her face. There was no mistaking it, that was her roommate, Reina, trusting her with a gigantic secret.

“Am I too pretty to handle?” Reina giggled softly. She was uncomfortable with the heroine staring at her in silence.

“Of all the people you could be,” Vi said and removed her own mask, “You just had to be Reina.”

Holy fuck! Am I dreaming?!

Reina let out a squeal and tried to tackle Vi in a hug. She wanted to run her fingers through that messy emo pixie cut and smother her in kisses.

But Vi held her down with one hand and shook her head.

“Wait until I get that bullet out.”

“I have some chloroform in my left calf pocket if you need it. I don't!” Reina beamed, “The bullet kit is under the bed.”

Vi hunched over and pulled out the kit. She was nervous but not shaking. She could do this.

“Your left calf pocket? Is it on a cloth?” Vi asked, knowing she would make a mistake if Reina were awake. She didn't want to do more damage.

That's my Violetta for you! Always thinking about not hurting people! Isn't she the cutest?

“Yep! Oh! This is just like one of my wet dreams! Only after you knock me out I wake up to you riding—”

Vi wasted no time grabbing the drugged cloth and covering Reina’s mouth before she could get into detail. Once the imp passed out she got to work.

Oh come on! Dream Vi was riding a giant spider like a horse! Sure I was tied to a web and naked and incredibly turned on, but I wouldn't give her the fun details! Oh! It's starting now!

*The following dream sequence has been excluded due to the explicit nature of the content*

“Explicit nature?” What could be so bad about a little bdsm and s&m? Na na nana come on!—unless you mean the cannibalism, I can get that!

Is it both? You're no fun!

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Reina blinked herself awake after an hour. She was still sore but on the mend, and dressed in her favorite pajama shorts and t-shirt. She'd be all better by morning.

Hold on! I go commando! Vi saw my sexy naked body! And I didn’t get to show off?!

She sat up, to her own detriment, and glanced around the room. Nothing was out of place except for the medical kit on her nightstand. Vi was nowhere to be seen.

Reina figured that she needed some time to come to terms with the fact that her roommate was the assassin she fought so many times. Or maybe she had to come to terms with the fact that Reina really liked her. It would be uncomfortable to have a stereotypical horny trans woman lusting after her all the time.

Ugh way to make me feel like shit. I don't care if I'm thinking it, you don't have to say it!

But then there was a knock on the door, pulling her from her woes

“Yes!” Reina cooed, drawing out the vowel.

“I brought you a smoothie. I swear to god if you're not in bed right now I will break every bone in your feet,” Vi said from the other side of the door before opening it.

“Your bedside manner needs work, but lucky for you, I'm into threats!” Reina beamed.

Vi shook her head and walked over to her. She was bundled in her favorite hoodie and sweatpants, clearly hiding her form. And the red take-out cup in her hand was calling to Reina.

“It's apple-kiwi-kale, is that cool with you?” Vi asked and handed her the drink. Reina took it with a nod and then took a sip.

“You added chocolate and seaweed!” she gasped and slurped it all down, sucking in her cheeks to get every last drop. It was her signature drink!

“Yeah, it's what you always get so I figured you'd want it,” Vi admitted and curled into herself.

“You're so sweet!” Reina said brightly, and then pouted, “But you don't have to be sweet to me just because I said I like you.”

“It’s not like that—I–uh—I told you that the girl I like is out of my league,” Vi stammered, “And you're out of my league.”

“I’m not out of your league! What does that have to do with you being sweet to me?” Reina asked and tilted her head like a puppy. An oblivious puppy.

“You are. You're fun, spontaneous, and you respect people’s boundaries. You care about the strangers around you and you try to make everyone feel welcome. You're pretty and brave and too good for me,” Vi argued.

“But I'm aggressive and overwhelmingly sexual! Especially towards you! Not to mention my line of work! I'm not out of your league at all! You're out of my league! You're out of my league and the girl you like’s!” Reina fought back and put her smoothie on her nightstand. She would physically fight this spider even if she was hurt!

Vi paused and stared at her for a moment. Was Reina just dense or did she have head trauma? She was not an idiot.

“You're her,” Vi muttered and shrank back.

“You like me?” Reina beamed, “Kiss me, I must be dreaming!”

“The phrase is ‘pinch me’ you know,” Vi said with a blush.

Oh god, she is so cute! Narrator, Bestie, I need to smooch her entire face! Please!

“I know! But you won't pinch me right now and I want kisses!” she pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. Vi couldn’t resist her pouty face and sat on the bed beside her.

Oh shit! Oh shit! This is happening!

“Where?” Vi asked shyly, wishing she had more hair to hide behind.

“Anywhere on my face!” Reina said, vibrating from the antici—

—pation!

Vi took a calming breath and cupped her cheek, turning her head so their eyes met. She was shaking as she leaned in, letting her eyes flutter shut before her lips made contact with Reina’s. It was supposed to be a quick, chaste smooch.

Fuck that!

But Reina grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer, not letting Vi escape. It was just enough incentive for Vi to knock her on her back and run her tongue between Reina’s lips. Reina had to let her in!

Ooh! Scare Bear had some practice with that!

When Vi could finally pull away, her eyes were sparkling and full of enamor. Reina was flushed, staring up at her as her bangs fell around her face. This was really happening.

“You look like my next girlfriend,” Reina muttered, unable to look away from her spiderlily. Vi blushed even more but smirked.

“You look like my current girlfriend,” she jeered, “If you don’t mind a boring moral hero type being yours.”

“You are anything but boring! Now get down here and snuggle with me until I’m healed!” Reina huffed, only a little flustered. Rabidosa was absolutely dastardly when she flirted with Piscina Muerta, and Vi’s coy smirk had her heart racing.

It’s so unfair! She’s the only one who can make me a puddle!

Vi sighed through her nose and shook her head fondly. Naturally she relaxed next to Reina and curled up beside her. Reina took the opportunity to snuggle closer and nuzzle into her chest.

Soft tiddy, warm tiddy, not wrapped in a web! Happy Duchess, sleepy Duchess, I love girl

“Don’t expect me to change my super suit so you can get to my chest when I have to kick your ass,” Vi hummed and closed her eyes. After a long stressful day, she earned a good nap.

“As long as I can get to the tiddy when I’m recovering from your ass-kicking, I won’t,” Reina mumbled and fought back a yawn. Healing was draining!

“Dork,” Vi grumbled as sleep took over her. Reina giggled to herself and drifted off, happier than she thought possible. The confusing future could wait.

#sanders sides #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #fem!virgil #mtf!remus #fem!remus #fem!dukexiety #dukexietyweek2024 #day 7 #bonus prompt: rivals to lovers #sex mention tw #4th wall break #human trafficking mention tw #violence tw #colored text

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whimsicalcotton · 7 months ago

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5, 14, 24, 43, 58, 72, and 79 for the fanfiction writing asks!! Don't feel pressured to answer all of them if you don't want to, I'm just curious ;D

5: How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

too many lol. most notably/ones i would actually consider finishing; some modern AU catradoras and an in-canon catra/entrapta friendship fic. i also wrote like 8k of a sequel to my kyoko/mami/homura angst nonsense and then just Stalled on the last scene and never finished it. also one butterfly soup polycule fic, one bees schnees, and one bernpetrathea. (can you tell i love my polycules <3) there are probably a few heathers & dangan wips lying around too but god only knows lmao

14: What is your favorite location and position to write in?

alright i'm a weirdo who writes on my phone so a lot of the time when i'm writing i look like this (pardon the halfassed phone doodle)

but my actual favorite place/position is in my bed at 2am hunched over my laptop like a shrimp blasting music on my headphones. so pretty similar tbh dsfghsj

24: How do you choose whose POV to write in?

greatly depends. sometimes i just Know i want a scene to be from a certain character's perspective and the other povs just sort of fall into place around it, sometimes i have to sit down and argue w myself about whose pov should be where/during what/etc. when i'm debating it i try to think of it as ''whose perspective would be the most fun to see/write around these events" or "whose perspective would push things forward the best." (specifically the best, not the most) tbh it's never an easy process and i'm almost always second guessing myself a little

43: Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

yea one of my spop wips (the catrapta one) is something i've always wanted to write but i just. have not gotten around to actually finishing. it was v silly and basically just entrapta running an experiment on how many straight up cat behaviors catra actually displays. there was a laser pointer involved. even just thinking about it goddd i wish i'd finished it lolol

58: Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

okay currently it's kind of a tie between this one from polluted marrow:

"And Rachel, a being cut right from the mirror's edge, a creature composed of a thousand sharp, shattered angles, still manages to sound so gentle. A measured, meticulous sort of gentle, carefully arranged; each splintered edge worn down by hand and made soft to suit the needs of its wielder."

and this one from the aforementioned unfinished spiderlily daffodil sequel:

"They look at Homura like she's a ghost, like she's a dam liable to burst, like she's the world's most precious piece of glass already halfway to shattering on the floor."

72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

i've gotten a few comments recently complimenting my prose and even one calling it beautiful which is. shdgfsfhskjhfkjs 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 <3 <3 <3 weeping tears of joy. but also there's this which is admittedly one of my favorite comments i've ever gotten on anything ever and lives in my brain rent free 24/7

79: Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

don't be afraid to skip bits that are giving you trouble or leave little placeholders and come back to them later! too many times i have let myself get stuck on like one word or sentence because i want it to be Perfect before i move on but you Should move on. a lot of the time i find i have a better idea of what i want/what would make the most sense once i've let myself go further ahead

#thank u anon!! ^^#also thank u for reminding me of my kyomamihomus. might try and finish that soon #or at the very least reread it and go ''damn will that bitch ever update''#i also can't remember where i put that doodle initially but i am happy to use it again lolol #sorry it took me like two hours to answer this i kept having to get up n do shit partway thru typing #nova answers

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nova--spark · 10 months ago

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OMG Radix looks so good! Seeing them has inspired me to ruin your life lol. I have so many questions to ask hehe. 1. They have a spider-lily alt mode and I'm curious as to what this means. Like do they shrink into a smaller spider-lily or something else? If they do shrink into a smaller spider-lily does this mean that they'd be a good spy, recon or surveyer? Or are they more like an inquisitive person and use this alt mode to research and understand other plants and animals? 2. Do they photosynthesize or are they still consume energon and they only take on the appearance of a spider-lily and not its characteristics? 3. Here to ruin your life lol, Seeing Radix inspired me to think about like plantformers, where they have plant related alt modes and there could be a sunflower who has a bold and cheery disposition or a forget-me-not that has an ethereal appearance and are a hopeless romantic. To make this a question, what inspired you to make them have a non-object, vehicle, animal alt mode? I wish I could draw cause Radix has totally inspired me on this idea lol.

I am delighted to answer this!! Keep in mind, I will post a link to his Bio soon!!

1] He does not shrink down to a real flower! Similar to Botannica from Beast Machines(?) I believe, he took an plant form yes, as that's what was available to him to scan, but it was merely a method by which he adapted his Cybertronian/Maximal biology to resemble the spider lily! As for how he uses his alt mode, it is indeed in both of these methods! He is no spy, his mode made him immobile in the end, as he becomes entirely rooted to the base/lab, etc he works in and needs an aid if he wishes to move around.

Instead, he uses it to quite literally integrate with the comms and more, his own network [like plant roots = a living network] of data. In that sense, he is both recon in remote, and a researcher, able to pour through data easily and control tech on a far smoother scale.

2] Nope! Energon is indeed his primary and only source of sustenance! Sure, as a techno-organic he theoretically could photosynthesize, but he'd rather take Energon over the possible risk.

As for characteristics , Radix being a spider lily, is toxic to most animals, so he has a minor venom sting that will just cause minor illness [nausea, fatigue, etc] to organic and cybernetic creatures. It is a method of defense he is grateful for.

He also has both Bee and Hummingbird drones, which he uses to work remotely from in the collection of data in enemy lines, surveillance and research of all kinds!

3] As is the norm, it was actually @piltover-sharpshooter who initially got the idea of Radix! Inspired by Botannica, he thought about a plant-bot who would be entirely rooted into the base, or his work space, which led to Radix after consulting our other friend @vanidrabbles who adores flowers! She suggested spiderlilies, and I adored the idea of a flamboyant spiderlily, who'c petals and stamens doubled as datacables like Soundwave's and had bee drones befitting his remote work.

#tf astray verse #Radix #stray stars #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #nova writings

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misslili265 · 2 years ago

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KINDA YANDERE HASHIRAS BROTHERS x BRAT SISTER FIGHTING WITH ONIS

⚠️Kinda Yandere so you can see dark themes

The boys: Kyojuro/Obanai/Gyomei/Sanemi/Muichirou/Genya/Uzui/Giyu/Muzan/Akaza/Kokushibou

KYOJURO/OBANAI/GYOMEI/MUZAN

"-Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????? Back off, he's the Muzan we're talking about, don't underestimate him, for" This time not only you but your brother Kyojuro, Obanai in addition to the great Gyomei Himejima are dealing with the most powerful enemie. Muzan has his teeth clenched in hate against all of you. "- Hahahaha, why no one told me he was so strong and handsome, no wonder he could live so long, he looks young and healthy, too bad I'll have to kill him, sorry Mr King." You smile at him, winking. Muzan frowns, never in a thousand years he has seen such behavior and affront towards him. In a sharp answer he wants to awake your fear. "- It will be a pleasure to eat your meat." Muzan's tone it's a calm one, over you are his iris, analyzing you, carefully. "- OHHHH, you alk heard that??? Hmmm he wants to eat me hahahaha." The laughter echoes, the words and the shameless behavior leaves everyone baffled." - Honestly, y/n stop it, this is not the time." Said your brother. In a sigh, your monotonous expression towards him would be common, but not in a situation like this, but by lowering your sword hilt you initiate a family's dialogue. "- Kyojuro, seriously, why are you always repressing me? Everything I do is wrong for you, I can't say or do anything, "y/n stop it, y/n don't talk to people like that and blame bla bla", when will you congratulate me with something, damn it, I love you, but let me breathe." Muzan totally ignored in a scene. Everyone's thoughts is "wtf." The improbable happens Muzan is dominated by the intrigue and magnetism of your personality. "- Miss. Why don't you become an oni? I'd let you do whathever you want to do." You stare into the scarlet eyes of his. Again not bowing to him. "- Whaaaatttt? Me? Be one pet of yours, I don'tthink so? Listen Mr. "I think the world it's mine"...if my own brother, a man full of values and respectable, already represses me, what about a murderer like you? Ok you are hot, but you need a new brain hahaha." Your eyes shut as you move your shoulder in disdain. With this all of them already decided, Obanai, Gyomei and Kyojuro, agreed, YOU NEED GET OUT OF THE BATTLEFIELD.. for sure. With the decision, Obanai comes up behind you and putting his hand over your mouth to stop your "pearls" comes out, he brings you out of the fight. From the mouths of all the pillars present the conclusions come. "- She always does that." Kyojuro with his head down and a red face apologizes about you, as he always does. Muzan is watching you being carried away, your sole your soles dragging on the ground as Obanai immobilizes you and you're used to being taken out of the field aren't surprised, it's just like "here we go" while this, your middle finger go towards Muzan's eyes, with "a give a damn atitude. " The King's lips let out a smirk. Your personality it's just so fun to him, the way like you fear nothinfg, even death, it's like you are above normal humans. With this in mind, Muzan has made his decision. It's strange, but he backs off for now, after give some lesson to the hunters, not to the point to kill them...or you wouldn't be satisfied at all. Not that Muzan would care about of what you think... or would? This is going over his head. So darling, soon your abode will not be at the Rengoku's mansion, after all, you can be anything but a tedious creature, Muzan loves strong emotions. And you are a unique specimen, "sophisticated" as you are, Muzan will appreciate having you by his side to entertain him, or tease him... after all no ones dare to do until now. Get used to being called spiderlily flower. No more sun to you sweetheart...

GIYU/AKAZA

Giyu, your younger brother and you had a full day where you wielded your swords time after time with success, always together on missions so it's normal that you protect each other, but Giyu, despite all the calm that inhabits him, today is giving you a huuuge scolding , as if you were the youngest one. "- Listen y/n, what's on your mind, making small talk with oni in order to provoke them even more and run even more danger?" Being the brat that you are, I fear if one day you get in front of an upper moon." All you do is shrug your shoulders in a gesture of "I don't care." "Come on Giyu, don't be mad at your sister, I'm just enjoying the present, nothing more." Giyu looks at you with a "what did I do to deserve this?" expression. Outside of your house, watching the stars, you could hear something approaching from behind the trees, he was watching you from afar while you were smiling in your fight to the oni that you have killed, and finding exciting how you were getting away from the oni's blows. Eyes showing proudly to you the message in kanji, the ranking top three. You look back at him. Akaza can see your brave attitude, you don't blink even once. It seems you both have pretty much in common. Kill you now? No. You were Akaza's new research subject. "- Sorry I'm not working now. Long day" You take your eyes from him and back to the stars. Akaza it's just "???????" An angry feeling is going on inside of him, and steps are firmly going in your direction to intimidate you, while this you just cross your arms. "- Of course this makes sense to you weak human to say this, you are alone and have no chance against me." Looking at him from the bottom to above and with a naughty smile on your lips, Akaza finds himself wondering if you are really fearless or crazy. He widened his eyes. "- What, will you not answer me?" You put your hand on your chin and hum to him. "- Well, you said I have no chance against you, and…" In silence and slowly you take your arms from your previous position and go close to him. Akaza it's astonished. The feeling of his arms being caressed smoothly in his tattoos by your fingertips takes him to another level, angry? Amazed? He seems lost in his thoughts and starts to awkwardly retreat a little. And you proceed with your answer. "- But, would I have a chance with you?" Akaza now takes himself out of the presence of the demon which is you, and runs away as fast as he can. But…he can't escape from how he feels... and the flames are burning in his face like a volcano. Listening you laugh in the background as he gets further and further. You can be sure, y/n... this was not his last visit. You will pay a high price for it.

UZUI/SANEMI/MUICHIROU/GENYA/KOKUSHIBOU

Uzui and his shinning two red blades moving fast as the sound, are cutting through the flesh of uppermoon one, Kokushibou, who regenerates instantly. So like Shinazugawa and you are also attacking dancing around him. "- Dude, he has six eyes, how to beat this guy? I'll tell you brother, he's more flamboyant than you when fighting hahaha. Look, you don't have that cute samurai hair that moves during a fight." "- Y/n, don't start that shit again." Speak Shinazugawa. "- Shinazugawa is right, y/n, although I worry about being flamboyant, this isn't the time y/n. I'm more concerned with getting this monster's head off." "- Shut up, your sewn rag doll." Your relationship with Shinazugawa was not friendly, after all, you both have a similar maniacal side, as they say, two alike don't match up. While you exchange offenses, Kokushibou watches your movements. Kokushibou has a thing for refined techniques, seeing you hold your Nichirin with such elegance he recognizes it. "- An elegant technique, you don't waste moves, madam." "- Uhull haha saw Shinazugawa, unlike you, grandpa, I don't fight badly." "-Y/N." Scream Uzui. "- What's up? I'm being recognized by number one. I deserve some credit." While talking and distracting, one of Kokushibou's arms falls to the ground. Your burning blade surprised him. "- Thank you sir six eyes, now can you let me cut off your head please?" Kokushibou doesn't seem to believe what he hears and sees. But he can't let his guard down. Muichirou arrives to help, as does Genya, who starts getting screams to get out of there from Sanemi. "- Wow this guy is so annoying, brothers are sucks." Rolling your eyes and talking as if sharing an opinion on a quiet afternoon having tea with Kokushibou. This phrase has an effect on the number one. Yoriichi and everything else that Kokushibou lived through as Michikatsu comes to light. He hated Yoriichi, he understood you completely. And with your words, Kokushibou found himself distracted from the blows that constantly hit him. His arm was taking a while to regenerate, Uzui successfully severs another number one member. Kokushibou has been missing the fighting members. Without fear of what might happen to you, in one of the moves, you grab the number one from behind. "- Mr oni, I want a hug hahaha." You are hanging around Kokushibou's neck, who could kill you at any moment. "- Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY???" Shout Uzui, didn't I tell you that brothers suck? You whisper to Kokushibou ears. He and everyone else is paralyzed by such stupidity. Your body quickly turns around, bringing with the weight of your legs, Kokushibou's body below you. The position you find yourself in is embarrassing to say the least, but to you it's nothing. "- Stand still Mister one, I need to cut off your head." All the hashiras like in slow motion are going over Kokushibou's neck to save you, Uzui's hands trying to reach you out, wide eyes are over you in disbelief. But the dialogue that Kokushibou initiates becomes persuasive. "- One more move and I'll turn her into an oni." Everyone expected the word Kill, not transform. You, on top of him, place your hands in support on the floor around his neck as your body leans towards his face. "You can kill me…why turn me into an oni?" Your words come out along with a teasing smile."- A really interesting human you are…madam." "-Please, y/n, get out of there." Uzui's voice is trembling. Of course you don't mind. "- Lord number one, you turn me into an oni, but I'm still going to rip your head off. Shhh, it's gonna be fast, no pain to you, I promise. " You place your Nichirin in position to decapitate him. It is quickly going for Kokushibou's neck, who suddenly disappears from under you. Actually, he had never fought seriously, the only reason to keep the fight in sequence was to contemplate the show of embarrassment you were putting on. But your expressions were captivating. He is gone. Just the silence around all of you. No choice, let's go home...( Continued) and it's u natural get scolded one after another...

And it's natural you get scolded one after another while whistling on the way home by Uzui. Your lips move silently imitating him as you shut your eyes and hold your head in boredom. Rest time, after your bath on a hot night, just the towel is wrapped around your curves, your smell spreading into the air. Several eyes scan your features. You hum a song while turning to pick up your robes, as slowly the towel falls to the floor, revealing it your body entirely, to be adorned by moonlight making it even more exquisite to the creature diving into beauty. In a few seconds the intruder is in your room . "- Madam, I see you are uncovered." He whispers in your ear with his uncommon sword in front of your throat. You continue moving as if nothing is happening"- And now you're going to cover me in my own blood?" Your tone is sarcastic. Kokushibou can't help, but lets out a slight nasal smile. For not even in the face of death you behave like this. Still sweetly whispering he tells you. "- I think I'd rather cover you with something more comfortable." You just feel a hand on your neck…bye conscious state. As you wake up, your skin is beautifully covered by a samurai's black hair. Ah... I forgot to mention... you now have a pair of hands covering you too, and yes…they are more comfortable... you got your credit…"madam."

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hadesrise · 3 years ago

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𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦.

summary ➳ losing your peter felt like you lost a part of yourself. you’re numb every day and didn’t know why you were still living, until you got pulled into another universe and everything changed.

pairings ➳ tasm!peter parker x spiderman!male reader (main), tom’s peter parker x variant!male reader

warnings ➳ NO WAY HOME SPOILERS, ANGST, it’s honestly full of angst, mentions of death, in another life universe trope, sprinkles of fluff (tiniest bit), reader has a variant, reader having a lil’ bit of gen-z humor, emotional and mental breakdowns, THERE’S BARELY A FLUFF

author’s note ➳ THERE’S A MAJOR NWH SPOILERS. get the hell outta here if you haven’t watched it yet. read at your own risk. i may or may not write a part 2, idk yet 😬

Setting the roses and spiderlily flowers on your boyfriend’s grave, you trace the ‘Peter Benjamin Parker’ carved on his perfectly cleaned gravestone despite being there for almost eleven years. You always took care of it, thinking and pretending it was Peter even though the cold stone is just there to remind you and anyone who walked past that it’s Peter Parker who laid six feet under.

It’s silly, but you hope that by taking care of his grave, you’re taking care of him too somewhere in the afterlife. That he feels you still trying to take care of him.

Your empty eyes stared at the gravestone, reading the ‘beloved fiancé and son’ carved under his name and resisted the urge to destroy it by clenching your fists. He didn’t get to be your husband. You didn’t get to be his. There’s still a painful memory of him jumping up and down happily when you answered yes plagued in your mind. A painful memory that haunts you endlessly and shows no sign of stopping. But the least you wanted was to destroy the last thing that remembered him just because you’re enraged of your misfortune.

Another memory haunted you around like a lost puppy, plaguing your thoughts when you’re awake and being a nightmare in disguise when asleep. Every day, you repeatedly see the image of Peter’s hand slipping from yours and him falling, as if someone was torturing you as punishment for letting him die.

The pain you always felt were unbearable. It left you hard to breathe with no air coming to your lungs, made you hyperventilate and break down in tears until you fall asleep on the bed that you and Peter used to sleep together. That has become your everyday routine the past eleven years, unable to forget and move on, blaming yourself over and over and over again.

You’re surprised you still have tears to shed.

Right now though, numbness and emptiness were the only things you can feel. No signs of life, even though you were living. The only thing keeping yourself from ending it all is Peter’s legacy that you somehow took over, not wanting the New York to be all by itself without the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

However, lately, you feel like there’s no reason to keep going. All the emptiness, the sadness, the guilt, the anger, the grief, the numbness; they were all becoming too much to handle.

Even after ten years, you can’t do anything properly without your mental state giving up and breaking down again. You’ve lost count how many times you had mental breakdowns a day. You wish you could just give up already, feel Peter’s arms holding you close, hear Peter’s voice telling you it’s okay, see Peter’s beautiful brown eyes that held so much love stare at you in comfort.

You just want to see him, be with him again, and stop the excruciating pain that cut through your heart every single day. It was destroyed beyond repair along with your spirit and soul, there’s no way it’d be healed again, all you want is for the pain to stop. You felt as if being stabbed by a knife repeatedly. But you knew that a knife would hurt less than the heartache and grief you were going through.

“Peter...” You croaked out, voice shaky and trembling, and you could feel another mental breakdown threatening to come out.

God, you hadn’t uttered that name out loud in ten years. It feels... wrong, to say Peter’s name without him there to respond with that goofy, adorable smile you always loved. Your heart sinks.

“Pete... My spiderling...” Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I— I’m—” You can’t form a proper, coherent sentence before sobs wrecked through your body and tears began flowing uncontrollably, breaking down just like expected.

It was your fault.

The voice that sounded exactly like yours accused.

If you were strong, he wouldn’t have died.

No, no, no. You tried your best to save him just as he did. You did all you could.

Then your best wasn’t enough. You should’ve been there for him, to keep him from falling, but you let him fall. You let him go when you shouldn’t have.

You knew that. And it fucking kills you knowing you could’ve done something or fall with him to death. Even if Peter doesn’t allow you to, you could’ve fell after he did. You could’ve followed him yet here you were, alive but dead inside. Just an empty shell trying to survive.

He’s dead because of you. Peter Parker and Spiderman is dead because of your lack in power.

Your other self was right.

Ten years ago, you didn’t have any powers, just normal human loving a superhero and trying to help even if they were useless, though Peter claimed they weren’t. That’s why you can’t do anything when the both of your lives were at stake, when both of you realized one of you has to go, when you realized Peter was ready to die so you could live.

He sacrificed so many things for other people until there was nothing left for him but you, and then he had to sacrifice again. Instead, this time it was his life.

Just a year after taking the mantra of Spiderman, you once saved a famous reporter slash journalist from getting beaten up by a bunch of gangsters in the alleyway because they recognized him and didn’t like his reports. You thought he was a normal man until he started arguing with himself that ‘you shouldn’t be eaten’ and that ‘you’re a good guy saving the world just like them’ which almost convinced you he was crazy, until a black gooey substance appeared from his body and formed a face with sharp razor teeth.

You almost killed them in that moment due to viewing the creature as threat, being somehow stronger than average humans. Probably because of the grief and rage, but it still surprised them nonetheless how a human could be so strong that you can push the creature back even after it morphed around and merged with the journalist. Though, you quickly figured they weren’t a threat when the creature wasn’t even trying to harm you.

Becoming friends with them wasn’t hard even though you were grieving greatly, and it got to the point where the creature — whose name was revealed as Venom — would often merge with you when he have a fight with the journalist, Eddie Brock, who’s his partner. You were relieved to know they’re also stopping crimes while Eddie simultaneously stops Venom from biting people’s heads off.

Soon enough, it became clear that ever since merging with the alien, you’ve been granted superpowers that Peter used to have. The webs start to come out of your wrist naturally, but you still carried Peter’s web shooters around since you still had difficulty controlling them and also because you didn’t want to leave or patrol around without his web shooters. All of your senses enhanced, as if gaining the famous spider-sense Peter had, and now you could catch a ball without even looking. You can even crawl on a wall, super strength was added to your already stronger than average one, and developed enhanced agility and reflexes.

These powers are wonderful, you thanked Eddie and Venom for them, but at the same time, you wish you hadn’t gained anything at all.

There’s no point in having superpowers when the one you should’ve saved at all cost was already gone.

Even after gaining those powers, you’re still weak.

Your other self taunted.

“I— I know...” You whispered, sobbing. “I’m so— so sorry, Pete. I should’ve— I should’ve done more.” It was hard to breathe, feeling as if your chest is being squeezed by an invisible force, but you still let the words out.

Your spider-sense tingles before someone placed their hands on your shoulders comfortingly. You didn’t have to turn around to know it’s May, who was supposed to be your mother-in-law by now. She still considered you as her son-in-law even though the wedding never happened, insisting you to call her ‘mom’ just like how Peter wanted you to. She sees you as her son no matter what — it didn’t matter that you couldn’t save Peter. What mattered was you’re here. May doesn’t want to imagine if it had been the both of you with no survivor.

“(Y/n), sweetie, you couldn’t have done anything to stop it.” She says softly, careful not to affect you in a negative way and have you break down even more. “You tried your best, but Peter made his choice. We have to live with that.” Her hands rub your shoulders in comfort.

She was worried of how cold your body felt despite being alive. There is no warmth, no signs of life, no love. Just nothing. Her heart sinks to her stomach realizing you weren’t living at all, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re completely destroyed.

You can’t stop the uncontrollable cries that erupt from your throat at what May had said.

Peter made a choice, a hard one at that, but how are you supposed to live with it? He was the love of your life, the only thing that kept you going, the only one that you ever needed. Without him, your life was dull and empty and dark. God, you can’t live without him.

Peter was your will to live.

“He— He was my life, mom...”

May’s heart shattered at your revelation. “He’s the one I had when— when Gwen died. I’m the one he had when Harry died. We... We were only able to get through it because we had each other. But now...” You sobbed brokenly, hugging yourself and leaning your forehead on Peter’s gravestone. “He’s— I couldn’t save him, and n-now he’s gone... It’s my fault, if only— if only I had been stronger—” Your words are interrupted by a cry full of anguish from yourself, all of your emotions piling up altogether to come out as a loud wail.

It hurt May so much, seeing you in this state and not being able to do anything but to only hold you and whisper soothing words. Tears also spilled from her eyes as she continues to shush the self-loathing thoughts slipping past your lips, the pain of witnessing you all so destroyed tugging at her heart. She felt helpless.

“Peter isn’t blaming you for anything, sweetie.” May says with a wavering voice, but her tone was firm and certain. “He saved many people, but he always told me how you’re the only one he truly wants to save until the end. Peter wanted you to be alive no matter what, (Y/n). If you were the one that fell, he would’ve never forgiven himself. It would destroy him completely.”

How ironic, isn’t it.

Now, you’re the one that’s completely destroyed.

May holds you in her arms as you wailed and clutched onto your fiancé’s gravestone. Internally, there was a shock at how you still had a lot of tears and emotions to shed.

How are you not tired of breaking down every single day for the past ten years? Your eyes hurt from crying too much yet you don’t seem to know when to stop. It’s pathetic, if you were being honest.

“It’s going to get better, (Y/n).” May comforts, tightening her hold on your shaking body. “It might take years and years, but it will get better. Please don’t give up.” She begged and just then had you noticed she was crying. Not out of grief, but out of fear that you too, might go away.

Your cries seem to slowly die down into sobs after the realization.

“What am I doing?” You suddenly asked yourself with a trembling voice. “I’m making you worried and scared to death when I should be looking after you for Peter. I’m not the only one who lost someone important that day...”

It was selfish.

But then, as if she had read your mind, May shakes her head and turns your head gently to face her. “It’s okay to mourn. You’re not selfish for mourning and grieving the only way you know how. You and Peter were soulmates, (Y/n). You two were inseparable. Feeling destroyed at his loss is a normal thing to feel.” She smiles sadly. “I’m not upset at how you deal with losing Peter. I lost my son, but you’re still here and I’m thankful for it.”

New tears found their way on your eyes again and you sniffled, turning around in her arms to finally hug her back. Relief floods May when she feels your heart beating and body seeming to get warmer, rubbing your back for comfort.

“Thank you, mom...” Your voice was muffled and too emotional to make out the words you were saying, but May understood.

“I’m always here, sweetie. And believe me or not, Peter is always by our side too — in our hearts.”

Another tears ran down your cheeks, but you ignored them and nodded, closing your eyes to bury your face into her shoulder.

Protect mom. The other self said. You didn’t respond, only hugging May closer.

Protect May Parker.

The sirens echoing from the distance snapped you out of your thoughts as you pulled away to look up, alarmed. Worry immediately spreads across her face.

She doesn’t want you to go. She never did. Ever since her biological son died and you became the new Spiderman, it has become her worst and greatest fear that you might not return like Peter didn’t. That it might be you who’s next to be lowered six feet under on the ground in a casket. But no matter how many times she tried to talk you out of it, to let go of the Spiderman legacy, you never listened.

‘I want to continue Peter’s legacy, so he will be remembered by the world as the hero who sacrificed everything, even his own life, for everyone’s safety.’ That’s what you had said, with eyes red and puffy and too brokenly, and May couldn’t find any strength in her to stop you after those words were uttered. She felt like she would be taking the one thing you had of Peter, so she reluctantly gave up, forcing you to promise everytime you go out in a Spiderman suit that you’ll come back.

Although your suit was drastically different from Peter’s since it’s mostly black, she still saw the glimpse of her son’s Spiderman suit because of the red, blue and white outline perfectly seen around it. Peter’s didn’t have a white color, but it fit well with the black, red and blue nonetheless. You were adding Peter’s style into your own.

Standing up, May pulled you into a tight embrace once again. You could feel the fear radiating off of her. “Be careful, (Y/n). Please.”

You hugged her back, “I will. I promise I’ll come back, mom. But don’t stress yourself out while I’m gone, okay? Take a good rest, you need it.”

She pulls away to caress your cheek with her thumb. “You need it too.” You nod with a small smile, promising silently that you’ll take a rest once the crime settles down. Maybe going to that old coffee shop with her would sound like a good step forward into life.

You kissed her forehead for a quick goodbye before rushing away, leaving May sighing to herself as she reaches out to rub Peter’s gravestone. “My boy... You said if something bad ever happens, you will meet (Y/n) in another universe, didn’t you?”

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Now is your time, Peter. You have to come back home... for him. He needs you and you need him.”

She whispered and slide her hands into the pockets of her coat, staring at his name before finally turning around to walk away.

“Fuckers.” You muttered under your breath while swinging around the buildings, pulling your body up to land on Empire State with the crouching spider pose, arms between your thighs and hands touching the hard surface of the tower.

Going hard on the criminals wasn’t exactly in your plan, but when they insulted the original Spiderman who is your dead fiancé, all you saw was red. Though, you didn’t leave them at nearly dead, they were still breathing perfectly fine, you just gave them a fatal blow and injuries that would probably stay with them for three whole months. You’re almost lifeless at this point and there really was nothing holding you back, but knowing Peter wouldn’t want you to go around killing criminals in his newly designed Spiderman suit, you refused to.

Breaking Peter’s rules as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman is like breaking his spirit.

However, everyone knew the current Spiderman isn’t the friendly neighborhood one they used to have. They all are aware that their old Spiderman was dead and replaced by a new one who seemed to have great respect for him, which you should because you’re his fiancé, but they didn’t know that.

Taking off your mask, the cold wind directly blew on your face as you observe the city in peace, calmness now spreading throughout your body. This placed used to be where Peter takes you when he wanted to spend time alone with you, away from the crime life.

The view was wonderful as it had always been. Only difference is that you’re alone now to appreciate it. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the cold breeze of air.

However, before you could enjoy more, your spider-sense goes off the radar as the hair on your skin stood up, goosebumps spreading across. You opened your eyes, only to hover a hand over as you were met with a blinding light of the sun cascading down.

Confusion immediately laced your mind.

“What the fuck?”

The atmosphere’s completely different from the one you were feeling before, uneasiness filling every bit of your skin like the blood flowing through your body, as if something would go wrong any moment. What confused you the most was the sun that’s shining brightly and blindingly. You’re certain it had been night time when you were patrolling; how come it’s already morning in a blink of an eye?

Putting your mask back on and pulling your hood up, you shoot a web at the nearby buildings and began swinging around to find a clue on where you might be. It’s clearly New York, but everything’s different from how you remember, like the tall, huge tower standing in the middle of the city that isn’t supposed to be there.

Most importantly, your spider-sense hasn’t calmed down yet for some unknown reasons. The need to save someone important is consuming you, which only furthered your confusion more since you have no one important to save anymore besides from May. You felt overwhelmed, the urge to help and protect this someone growing as you swung around, almost making you nauseous.

“What the fuck?” You muttered in disbelief for the second time when you come across a screen that showed a young boy who only seemed to be a teenager, with the words ‘Hero-turned-murderer Spiderman is Peter Parker’ written across his image.

That is certainly and obviously not your Peter.

Swiftly landing on the tall building with a huge letter ‘A’ in front, you looked over the city that was supposed to be your home.

You frowned when you could hardly even recognize it.

“Where the hell am I?”

After three days of being stuck in a new place but not so new because it’s still New York city, you figured taking a look around would not hurt. Which quickly became clear isn’t a good idea when everything and everywhere seems so foreign, where everyone calls Spiderman ‘murderer’ that never happened in your city before.

Civilians in your city adored and loved Spiderman so much regardless of their age; they cared for him despite not having seen his face under the mask, loved him like they knew him personally, talked to him like he was their bestfriend for life, trusted him like a family. Even after you became the new Spiderman and they found out someone else replaced their favorite one, their treatment did not change. They were still kind and trusting to you, as if you were the original Spiderman.

They even gave you small gifts when they see you around, thanking you for protecting them even though you didn’t have to, their smiles showing gratitude and happiness that someone was remembering their friendly neighborhood Spiderman just as much as they did.

That’s why you didn’t know what to do when people called Spiderman murderer with such resentment and anger in their voices.

There was once your fiancé was blamed for the death of Harry Osbourne, you and Peter’s bestfriend, but none of the civilians went as far as calling him a murderer. News quickly spread that it was a misunderstanding, that Spiderman did the best he could, and everyone who believed the lie apologized to him publicly on national TVs though they were only about twenty people as most civilians refused to believe Spiderman killed Harry.

The civilians trusted both you and Peter as Spiderman — maybe too much — and never blamed you for someone’s death.

It’s quite overwhelming and uncomfortable seeing literally everyone blame Spiderman for someone’s death, even though it’s not your form of Spiderman.

The past three days, you’ve been walking around the city to take everything in and admire things that you never ever saw around in yours, wearing civilian outfits that you bought from nearby stores with the money you thankfully had when you got sucked into this mysterious version of New York. You only patrolled around at night since swinging out and about in your Spiderman suit at daylight isn’t a good idea considering people are everywhere searching for Spiderman’s head.

You weren’t stupid not to know that; you’re not Peter’s fiancé for nothing.

Latching high up onto the wall of some building, you observed the woman walking through a dark alleyway below where you attached yourself to. You were staring at her head as she walked past, but quickly looked behind her when your spider-sense tingled. There was a man following her quietly with knife in hand, waiting for the right time to strike.

You immediately shot two webs down at his body before he could walk past and yanked him up, his scared yelp echoing throughout the alleyway. The woman turns around only to see no one behind, tilts her head in confusion, and proceeds to walk after deciding the sound was just her imagination.

The creepy man doesn’t get to yell out a thing as your hand quickly clasped around his mouth to silence whatever sound he was trying to make, wrapping your other arm around his head in a choke-hold. Once the woman was out of sight and earshot, you tightened your hold on him, who was moving and struggling to free himself. After a while, his movement becomes weak until all strength leaves his body, falling unconscious in your arms.

Another thing that you and Peter didn’t have in common was that you were silent but deadly. You could take down fifty or more enemies without making a single sound, not even a sound of footsteps, while your fiancé used to struggle moving or fighting silently.

You’re glad in this moment that it isn’t the other way around.

Sighing in relief at the success of silently saving another person without anyone seeing who you are, you carefully lowered the unconscious man on the trashcan using your web in retaliation to his attempt at assaulting a woman. He’d be thankful of being reminded what he is once he regain consciousness.

You look at the alleyway, wondering if you should head back to the hotel to rest or continue the patrol.

For the past ten years, you’ve never got the rest even if you wanted to, always exhausted with mental breakdowns and routine as Spiderman, only sleeping for about few hours before waking up in the middle of the night due to nightmares caused by Peter’s death. You obviously needed a psychiatrist’s help, but having to save humanity from evil everyday kept you from doing so, as you would rather save as many people as possible than care for your own mental health.

However, your breakdowns lessened after getting transported into this strange New York city. It wasn’t completely gone, you still cried over memories of Peter, but it wasn’t as worst as before either. Perhaps, you just had to get away from your version of NYC to finally get a hold of yourself.

Touching the necklace you wore under your suit, your fingertips met the outline of a ring and a small heart pendant that could be opened to see you and Peter’s picture inside. You hadn’t slipped the engagement ring on ever since he died, but you always carry it around your neck so that just in case something goes wrong, you can hold onto it in your final moment. It’s fucking cheesy, just like how Peter used to be when he was alive.

A sudden orange glow interrupted your short-lived moment and you look at the ground of the alleyway, watching as the orange glow formed a circle and what seems like a... portal opened. You squinted your eyes in attempt to see through the portal.

There are three... No, four people looking up at you. Two of them — a girl and a boy — were smiling excitedly as if they expected to see a familiar face or even suit, but their smile instantly vanished after their eyes met your glowing ones— or rather, the glowing white eyes of your mask.

Get answers. Your wise mind instructed, body preparing to jump without wasting time.

“Oh no.” The boy said out loud and ushered everyone out of the way just as you detached yourself from the brick wall to fall through the portal, landing perfectly with an infamous Spiderman pose where one hand is raised in the air and the other touching the floor.

All of them simultaneously widened their eyes at the sight of Spiderman in new, different yet awesome suit. Ned and MJ were sure their Peter isn’t as cool as this one.

You stand up slowly and cautiously, making sure they’re not a threat and you weren’t just lured into their trap by eyeing them one by one, before your eyes stopped at the heartbreakingly familiar face wearing the old Spiderman suit that you had to paint black because the remembrance was too much to bare.

Breath caught in your throat, you felt your eyes sting as tears threatened to burst through, staring at the eyes of the man you watched slip from your fingers and fall to his demise. “P-Peter...?” You choke out, inhaling sharply to keep your tears from falling.

Peter’s eyes widened at the heartbreakingly familiar voice calling out his name, one that he used to love hearing but stopped after he lost it. “(Y/n)...?” His voice broke, disbelief lacing his tone, and he felt his throat burn saying the name out loud. He refused to say it for so long, it sounded foreign on his tongue.

You pulled your hood back to tug the mask off, Peter’s heart dropping to his stomach as he sees your face that he never thought he’ll ever see again. However, it also shattered when he realized that your eyes were dull, empty, sorrowful and dead, like you had seen all the horrors of this world.

Although hope sparked in your chest staring into the eyes you longed to see again for almost eleven years, it didn’t take much for you to realize he wasn’t Peter.

He wasn’t your Peter.

Your Peter that used to prank little kids coming to trick or treat in halloween and scare them off.

Your Peter that used to laugh so hard at how awful you both were in figure-skating despite being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Your Peter that used to dance with you when you weren’t feeling well.

Your Peter that prepared a perfect date in a span of three months because he didn’t know what the ideal perfect date was, took pictures of you together, and kneeled in front of you on one knee at your anniversary to propose.

Your Peter that chose your life over his to save with a heartbreaking smile.

He isn’t your Peter. And as this Peter looks into your eyes, he also realized you’re not his (Y/n).

His (Y/n) that used to help him fix his web shooters because that’s how intelligent you were.

His (Y/n) that used to treat his wounds and silently shed a tear in the middle of the night, worried that he might not survive next.

His (Y/n) that used to surprise him with expensive gifts and handmade chocolates on valentine’s day.

His (Y/n) that always used to smile and forgive him even though he missed your dates saving the world, and cutely asked him to make it up by cuddling and kissing.

His (Y/n) that chose people’s lives over yours.

Feeling tears starting to form, you quickly looked away from him and faced the other three, who all had a shocked look on their faces. With the wheels turning inside your head, you remembered the theories you and Peter used to share about the universe.

“Same city yet different places and atmosphere... What seems like a clone and magic portals... Matter displacement...” You analyze out loud, before something clicked and a loud curse left your lips. “Ah, shit! I’m in a different universe, great. Multiverse, isn’t it?” You pointed at the boy who still looked in a shock.

“Y-Yeah...” He stutters.

“I knew it.” Excitement filled your tone yet the corners of your mouth only twitched. Smiling hasn’t been an option for ten years. Breathing deeply in disbelief, you touched the necklace once again through the suit. “Peter would have loved to know our theory was right.”

It was just a mumble to yourself, but Peter, who was standing few feet from you heard it clearly. He frowned.

“Uh-” The girl cleared her throat, looking at you from head to toe as if she had seen a ghost. “You’re... You’re Spiderman?”

You gave her an incredulous look and raised your brows, gesturing to your suit. “Well, duh. What else would I be called?”

“But you’re not Peter.” She stated. His name made you visibly tense, but they paid no attention. “We were looking for our Peter Parker and our Spiderman.”

Ned nods in agreement as he flashes a smile, “Not gonna lie, you’re much cooler and more awesome than our Spiderman. Your suit is— I mean, it looks better.”

Their nervousness caused suspicion and confusion to simultaneously rise within your skin, though you only responded to the emotions by furrowing your brows. “Uhm... Thanks?” You said, uncertain. “Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Michelle and Ned shares a look as they gulped, solemn look coating their faces. “It’s just, uh... You look exactly like our friend who’s in hospital right now unconscious and we’re freaked out by that.” Ned elaborates with a quiet voice. “He’s our Peter’s boyfriend, but he suffered some severe injuries because of the villains that came into this universe and hasn’t woke up ever since.”

Peter’s heart dropped to his stomach. What if the (Y/n) from this universe ends up like his? That’s not what he wants for you.

Raising your brows, you crossed both arms over your chest nonchalantly. “Have you tried slapping him awake?”

The two shook their heads in sync.

All of them finds it unusual how you’re so calm after knowing your other version is basically in coma that no one is certain if you would wake up or not. In fact, there’s even a slightest hint of amusement on your face, somehow managing to find your variant’s situation funny.

“Well, you should’ve.” You shrugged, “I’m sure he would appreciate it. I mean, I want my friends to slap me awake or pour ice cold water over me if I get into a coma.”

“Why— Why do you want that?” The older Peter asked, bewildered.

“‘Cause it’s the most effective and easiest ways to wake people up.” You deadpanned without wasting a second and earned a hesitant nod of acceptance from both Peters. “Getting slapped awake is better than sleeping for unnecessary amount of time.”

Michelle gives you a look, “He suffered severe injuries.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t slap him awake.” Shrugging without a care, you still stood stubbornly by your point.

It’s not that you’re fine with your variant hanging onto the thread between the living and the dead considering you’ve been on mourning position for almost eleven years, but it was hard to miss an opportunity to diss or make fun of yourself that’s in form of another human being. Not every day will you get the chance to meet yourself, might as well have fun.

“You’re not freaked out by the possibility of your other version... you know, losing his life?” Your Peter’s lookalike questioned hesitantly, struggling to get out his words due to a flashback. Pain flashed in his eyes that made you wonder what he had to lose in order to become Spiderman.

It hurt to look at him, but you forced yourself to, repeating in your mind that he isn’t your fiancé. Your heart still feels like being stabbed deeper and deeper. “Not really. Death is devastating, heartbreaking, and even traumatizing, but it’s completely inevitable. I learned it the hard way, so I’m kind of done with all the freaking out.”

The tone of your voice was light and almost nonchalant to keep everyone’s mood upright. However, Peter was quick to notice your trembling hands as you clenched them into a fist. He suddenly gets the urge to embrace you tight. You clearly went through something that left you traumatized and scarred, Peter’s heart breaking at the realization.

“Okay, okay! Let’s just go back to Peter, can we?”

As soon as everyone’s attention turned to Michelle, you breathed deeply and blinked a few times to get rid of the tears that started welling up in your eyes, pretending to look around the house so no one will notice. Michelle began to talk, but you weren’t listening as painful memories and feelings overwhelmed your entire body.

Seeing Peter again — even if it isn’t your Peter — felt like a dream and a nightmare at the same time.

Peter felt the same. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes, but when he looks at you like this, he knows you’re alive — just not in his universe. It’s a bittersweet fact to both of you.

“Is there some place he would go that has meaning to him?” Older Peter’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you turned back to them. “Like a place where he would go to—”

“To get away from everything.” Peter interjected, the older variant nodding at him.

“For me, it was the top of the Chrysler building.”

“Empire State.” You and Peter chorused, sharing an understanding look and appreciative nod. “Better view.” Peter remarks.

Older Peter smiles, “That’s actually a nice view.”

Michelle suddenly fell into silence to think before looking at all four of you. “I think I know exactly where he’d go.”

You watched Michelle and Ned pull a young boy into a hug from the tower’s roof with Pete and Ben, the older Peter. Their friendship reminds you of the inseparable bond you had with Gwen, Harry and your Peter before the three of them reached their demise.

Everything used to be so simple and peaceful... Where did it all go wrong? You have no idea.

Reaching for the hood of your suit, you pulled it over your head until it hides the upper part of your face, afraid of anyone seeing the destroyed look. Personal business should be set aside when you’re wearing the Spiderman suit; an unspoken rule you made to yourself because the last time you let a personal business interfere, you almost killed an enemy. That is something you never want to repeat again.

“Peter... There’s some people here to see you.” Michelle’s soft voice informs the boy, who snapped his gaze on your direction.

The three of you took that as a sign to leap down and get closer, stopping few meters away when he got startled and clearly didn’t want you three any close. You get a look at him and immediately frowned— he’s just a kid. A kid who looks scared, traumatized, shaken up by the things that happened all in one day.

“Sorry... About May.” Ben speaks in a gentle tone, taking on a harmless posture to show Peter he wasn’t a threat.

You hung your head low. Hearing the news of May’s death almost sent you into a puddle of emotional and mental breakdown again, even though she isn’t the May you know in your universe. You and both Spiderman on your both sides can’t imagine a life without her. Though the May each of you knew are different, she’s the one that always managed to pull all of you out the darkness and back into the light. She taught you life lessons.

Pete steps forward, “I got some understanding of what you’re going through...”

“No, no, please... Don’t tell me that you know what I’m going through.” Peter interrupts, “She’s gone and it’s all my fault.”

The weight of his words dropped on you, feeling your heart shatter. Pete and Ben also feels their heart cracking as a familiar feeling bubbled in them. Although every and each Spiderman lives in different universes, it seems you all somehow share the same mindset — feeling at fault for the death of your loved ones. Blaming yourselves for their death and mourning, wishing you could’ve been more better to save them.

“She died for nothing. I’m gonna do what I should’ve done in the first place.” He turns to reach out towards Michelle.

“Peter—”

“Please, don’t.” Ben closes his mouth at his beg. “You don’t belong here, any of you, so I’m sending you home.” Peter looks at each of you. “Those guys are from your worlds, right? So you deal with it. If they die, if you kill them... That’s on you. It’s not my problem. I don’t care anymore. I’m done.” He says, defeated.

You look down, remembering the times you wanted to give up after your Peter died.

“I’m really sorry that I dragged you into this... But you have to go home now. Good luck.” His voice cracked. He tries to take the magic box from Michelle, but she holds it tighter, not wanting to give it back and shakes her head.

A moment passes before Ben breaks the silence. “My uncle Ben was killed.” He inhales sharply, “It was my fault.”

“I lost...” Pete is next to speak, struggling to let out as he tears up at the memories alone. “I lost (Y/n).” You look at him to find him looking back, “My (Y/n)... I couldn’t save him. I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on. Tried to keep going. Tried to keep being the, uh... friendly neighborhood Spiderman, because I know that’s what he would have wanted.” His voice trembles. “But... at some point, I just... I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. And I just don’t want you to end up like... like me.”

You felt everyone’s eyes turn to you, curious of your backstory. Of why you seem so... exhausted and lifeless. Like you had given up everything.

Slowly taking the hood off, Peter’s red and puffy eyes widened seeing his boyfriend’s face, just realizing you were his boyfriend’s other dimension-self.

“I had a fiancé... His name was Peter Parker.” The back of your eyes immediately stings, feeling your chest being squeezed. “My Peter. My darling spider. My everything. He always told me how he was afraid to lose me, because becoming Spiderman means he had to lose something. He was... very selfless and sacrificed a lot of things for the safety of people.” You sniffled, lowering your gaze to the ground. “But... it got to the point he had to sacrifice himself for me to live. I, uh... I was always prepared it would be me. Nothing could’ve prepared me for his death.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and finally let the tears flow through. The sudden urge to touch you raised within Pete and this time, he allows his body to move, taking your empty hand that was shaking and rubbing it with his thumb to comfort you.

“I blamed myself every single day.” Voice wavering, your breath hitched. “He was... he was the light to my darkness and without him, I only see nothing but dark. It’s like— like he took a part of me with him. He took my soul with him.” You shake your head as you bit your lip. “I haven’t been alive since I lost him and just... grew tired of everything.”

You wiped the tears off and sniffled, squeezing back Pete’s hand.

“The night Ben died... I hunted down the man who I thought did it.” Older Peter shared with slight hesitation. “I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted... It didn’t make it better. It took me a long time to...” He paused, breathing out. “Learn to get through that darkness.”

“I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart.” Peter admitted, silent rage burning in his eyes. His breath trembled. “I can still hear the voice of Aunt May.” He sniffled, “Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that, with great power...”

“Comes great responsibility.” The three of you finished in sync, nodding at one another. Your Peter’s father, Ben had said to both of you on his death bed.

Peter’s gaze snaps to you three in surprise, “Wait, wha— How do you know that?”

“Uncle Ben said it.” Pete answered tearfully.

“The day he died.” Ben adds.

The young Parker’s eyes meet yours, which now had a warm look that wasn’t there before. “Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, Peter.” The others nodded in agreement.

Today, meeting this three other Peter Parkers, you have a feeling your life will turn into something else. Maybe it would encourage you.

“So, none of you are really gonna slap him awake?” You ask with eyebrows raised, crossing your arms, seemingly growing impatient as seconds pass by.

Michelle gives you a look for the second time. “Slapping a patient can be considered as assault, you know.” You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out to her mockingly, to which she rolls her eyes at as well.

Peter sat on a chair right beside the bed as he had his hand intertwined with his boyfriend’s, muttering quietly so only his boyfriend can hear him. “Wake up, babe. You have so much to catch up to. We met someone named (Y/n) too, he’s from another universe. I’d want you to meet him... You look exactly like him even though your personality is a little bit different.”

You stare at (Y/n) as Peter keeps talking to him, wondering if he’ll ever wake up. It would be a waste if he doesn’t — he have so much time to spend with Peter unlike you, and it kills you that he’s wasting time by sleeping.

Walking over to the other side of your variant’s bed, you touched his hand and rubbed a comforting hand while Pete and Ben comes to stand on either side of Peter, watching you contemplate on whether to talk or not. Peter looks at you with sad eyes, “Do you think he’ll ever wake up?”

“He will,” You don’t have a second thought.

Just as you said that, Peter felt his hand being squeezed back weakly and his head whipped to look at his boyfriend, gasp leaving his lips at the sight of (Y/n) slowly opening his eyes and blinking to get used to. Peter immediately tackles him in a gentle hug without letting him a time to process as he chuckled, hugging him back weakly.

You smiled and looked at the two Peters to see them smiling as well. Ned and Michelle rushes over to hug both (Y/n) and Peter with (Y/n) bursting into a laughter even though he just woke up.

“You guys missed me that much, huh?” He teasingly said as they pulled away, chuckling tearfully. “But I’m upset you didn’t try to slap me awake. I could’ve woke up sooner.”

Michelle’s jaw drops and she turns to look at you, who smirked smugly. “I told you he’d appreciate it. I’m literally your (Y/n) from another universe.” Pete and Ben chuckled as Michelle rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath.

Your gaze shifted onto (Y/n) on the bed, and just then had he noticed your presence. His eyes widened, freezing. He’s fucking staring at his own doppelganger. Amusement flashes across your face at his freaked out reaction and felt a little bit sorry that he has to deal with this right after waking up from coma.

“Holy shit.” Your variant breathes out, as if that’s the only sound that can come off.

You shrugged, pulling a chair and setting it on his side to take a seat. “Holy shit it is. Never thought a day in my life I’ll ever see me from another universe.” An amused smirk appears on your lips, “I was told you were badly injured, but it doesn’t seem so bad.”

(Y/n) smiles, “It was only bad ‘cause I was in a coma. No big deal.” He waves it off before shifting his gaze on what you were wearing. “So, am I really a Spiderman in another universe or is this just cosplay?”

You snorted in amusement.

It’ll be a terrible idea to cosplay Spiderman since that’ll only mean cosplaying a superhero that gets called for help a lot. Whoever decides to cosplay one would automatically be obliged to save the world, with or without superpowers.

“I’m really Spiderman.”

“Can you, like... prove it?”

You raised your brows, “Do you want me to crawl around on the ceiling like a spider?” Pete snorts, recalling how Michelle told him to crawl on the ceiling to prove himself as Spiderman before you came through the portal Ned opened.

(Y/n) grins, “I was gonna say stand on the ceiling, but that works fine.”

You stood up from the chair and jumped to stick your hands on the ceiling, pulling yourself up so your feet would touch the surface before standing back up and straightening your posture, hanging upside down.

“You’re so fucking cool.” He said in awe.

Shrugging your shoulders, you landed swiftly on the floor with a flip, eyes saddening. “I don’t know about that.” You muttered and felt his confused stare while the others simply looked at you in sadness.

“You can’t really be cool if you failed to save someone you loved.”

Guilt immediately crosses (Y/n)’s face. “I’m— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s fine, I just, uh...” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly and avoided eye contact, feeling your eyes burn and tears start to form.

Fucking hell, just stop crying already.

Seeing your clenched fists, Pete instantly knew you were keeping yourself from crying and approaches without a second thought as his hand moves to rub your back in a soothing manner. You lean onto his side unconsciously, emotions building up due to the memory of your fiancé falling to his death still fresh in your mind.

“Will you excuse us for a moment?” He asked them with a gentle voice as to not trigger your incoming emotional breakdown.

“Of course, go ahead.” Peter replies immediately, he and two of his friends looking at you in sympathy.

Pete nods in gratitude and leads you out the room towards an empty hallway. “No one’s gonna see us here. You can let it all out.” He softly whispers, rubbing your arm.

A sob finally escapes your throat as you fall forward onto his chest, Pete not hesitating to wrap his arms around you and embrace you tightly. Your cries were silent, as if you had suddenly lost the ability to produce sounds, but they sounded more painful than anything Pete has ever heard in his life. It’s gut-wreching, and he could feel his already broken heart shatter more.

He thought nothing would be as painful and cruel as watching you die in his arms, but seeing you absolutely and utterly destroyed because of him — even if it wasn’t really him — proved Pete wrong.

Feeling himself tear up at the heartbreaking cries of yours, Pete inhaled a sharp breath and tightened his hold around you.

“I’m here, (Y/n).” He comforted despite his wavering voice, on the verge of tears. “I may not be the Peter Parker you want, but I’m here for you.”

Pete felt your hand fist the back of his suit before you slowly pulled away only enough to look at his face, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Pete... I’m not the only one who lost someone. You... you need someone, too.”

“Then we can be there for each other.” He gently cupped your face with both of his hands. “Let’s carry the burden together. You don’t have to suffer alone, (Y/n).”

You didn’t want to bother him.

This is your grief, he doesn’t have to carry it with him. But there’s a reason why you met.

You need each other and were destined to find each other. It’s a tragic destiny set up by the universe, cruel yet kind enough to give both of you a second chance.

“We don’t have to suffer alone anymore.” He reassured again, touching his forehead with yours.

You breathe deeply and closed your eyes as you placed both hands over his. “We have each other now.” You whisper, feeling him nod.

Pete pulls you into a hug again, but this time, sobs were no longer falling from your lips. With silent tears running down from your closed eyes, you hugged him back as you felt warmth spread in your chest.

Both of your heart is still shattered, but maybe, you could finally deal with the pain.

Because you’re not alone anymore and neither is he.

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