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technically-ghostly-collection · 1 year ago

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Alright let’s do this one more time, my fanfiction did a lot better then I expected (Yeah I know 31 notes isn’t a lot but it makes me happy). So here’s part two! You gotta read part one to understand this part so I linked it below, I hope y’all enjoy this one too! :D this does switch perspectives at the end to explain Miguel’s reasoning for what he does for the MC.

vvvvvvvv for part one

Part one | Part two | Part 3

TW: Injuries and Hospitals

Word count: 2.0K

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It doesn’t take long for the pain to kick in and you’re left writhing on the floor, holding your side and trying to breath through it. You start dragging yourself towards the hall closet to get a first aid kit, pain meds, anything to make this pain go away before you hear a knock at the door.

A muffled voice comes through the door, “Hey, I heard gunshots coming from here, I want to check that you’re alive!”

Fuck. It’s your downstairs neighbor. He’s very reclusive, you don’t even know why he cares so much when all he does is scowl and grumble at you. You’ve tried to be nice and make conversation with him but heaven forbid anyone acknowledges him, you barely remember his name. He knocks again, but you’re head is fogged with the pain, you’re barely registering anything going on around you. What was his name? It started with an M, you know that much, you see it on his mailbox in the mail room but when your life depends on it you can’t remember, of course.

You hear the doorhandle start to shake, and then something starting to fiddle with the lock. You continue to try and crawl towards your hall closet, taking deep breaths, You’d shout back but your vocal cords have been strained by your recent choking. You finally get to the closet and manage to open the door before your front door slowly starts to open.

“If you’re going to make noise or watch action movies maybe you should, I dunno, turn the volume… down…” you watch as your neighbor’s shadow in the doorway stops as he notices the blood on the floor. “Jesus christ, where are you? Whose blood is this?” he rushes in and sees you reaching for the first aid kit.

You glare at him, “Breaking and entering isn’t really a good look on you” you rasp.

“I think that should be the least of your worries, you sound like shit”

“Wow, thanks prince charming, that really helps”

He rolls his eyes, giving you a quick glare before he comes over and grabs the first aid kit for you, “can you walk?” You shake your head.

“That was a stupid question, try again”

He sighs, you can tell you’re getting on his nerves. Good, he insulted your jello salad at a dinner party the apartment complex was throwing, yes you’re holding a grudge. No, you won’t give it up. “Do you want my help or not?” Miguel hisses

“Wow, you’re so generous, who would have guessed that?” you cough out, wincing at your injuries and slowly prop yourself up against the wall.

He shoots you another glare before popping the first aid kit open. You blush a bit, “don’t glare and snarl at me, you’re the one who’s sticking your nose in my business”

“Would you rather I call the police to file a noise complaint?” He pulls out some gauze and medical wraps as well as some alcohol wipes. “This first aid kit is primitive, how the hell do you expect someone to work with this?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not made of money, I can’t afford the shit Alcamex is advertising”.

He goes quiet, you feel a little sense of victory being able to shut him up. He rolls up your shirt so that he can better examine your side. He stops you before you can call him a perv and pull your shirt down with a stern look and you swallow your words, letting him continue. You watch as he rips open an alcohol wipe and hiss as he starts cleaning the torn up skin.

“You might have to go to the hospital for this, it looks pretty deep”

“I would really prefer not to, it’ll be fine”

He gives you a frustrated look before just putting the gauze on and wrapping your side tight, you hold back a groan as the wrap presses against the wound.

“You should probably get your nose looked at. It looks broken and probably needs to be reset” he says as he packs everything back into the first aid kit.

“Who died and made you a doctor? Let me guess, your favorite board game is Operation.”

He gives you an agitated look, “you need to get your nose taken care of, it’s still bleeding.”

You wipe the blood off your chin and look down at your soiled shirt, cursing under your breath. “God fine, but I’m not going to the ER tonight, I’d much rather go back to bed” as you try to get up you wince and gasp out in pain at your wrist. You scowl down at it, ‘why have you betrayed me?’ you think to yourself. It’s definitely sprained just based on the size of the swelling and the feeling of fire racing through your hand and forearm due to the pressure you just put on it.

“Yeah, I’m dropping you off at the hospital, I don’t want to hear you groaning through the floorboards all night”

You hesitate before nodding, “fine… Okay fine, take me to the hospital.”

He nods before grabbing your arm and helps pull you up to your feet. Your legs feel like jello, you grab onto his arm to steady yourself and blush a bit ‘he’s awfully buff, god damn’ you think to yourself. He keeps a firm grip on your waist and wraps your arm around his shoulders, starting to help you walk out of your apartment to the parking garage downstairs. You’re already panting and sweating from the pain alone by the time you get to the car, he helps you climb in and you buckle up. He starts up the car after buckling up himself and drives off, you didn’t even notice that he put on some sunglasses before you both left and realized you left your own prescription glasses at home on your night stand between your judging looks.

“Fuck” you mumble to yourself.

He glances at you, “don’t pass out in my car.”

“Wow, nice work, I’m so comforted right now”

He rolls his eyes, the audacity of this man. “You’re welcome.”

“God you’re really getting on my nerves, why are you helping me?”

“My own selfish reasons.” He grunts out, you can tell the conversation is over based on the ice cold barrier he’s put up.

You roll your eyes and look down at your hands, feeling a blush spread on your cheeks. you don’t know why you're embarrassed. Maybe it’s because your attitude is less than savory but then again, he’s being an asshole back. He’s uninviting and abrasive and you’re still trying to put the pieces together as to why he’s so concerned because that excuse he just gave you sounded like a bunch of bullshit.

You both ride in silence the rest of the way to the hospital, you stare at the lights flying past you and dose off a bit, pressing your head to the cold window. It’s not long before your neighbor is shaking you and makes sure you’re clear of the door before coming around and helping you out. Like he promised, he’s dropped you off at the doors to the ER, not giving you so much as a second glance before going back to his car and driving off.

You stumble into the ER and a nurse helps you sit down, it takes a minute and some paperwork before they bring you back to a room. They change you into a hospital gown and before you know it you’ve got 5 stitches, a bulky stint on your wrist and a prescription for some strong pain medications that will help with your broken nose. The doctor already came in and they decided you’ll be staying the night for observation and you’ve been moved to a more permanent room, you’re trying to adjust and maybe get some rest before a nurse comes in with a clipboard.

“We just need you to fill out the emergency contact section and your insurance information and then you can rest okay? Do you need anything before I leave?”

“No I’m fine, thank you though” you smile and take the clipboard, already against having to write this down with your non-dominant hand.

“Okay, I’ll just get a refill on your water okay?”

“Okay, thank you” you give her another kind smile as she rushes out to get you more water and you start trying to fill out the form. You didn’t know how to politely say that you didn’t have any emergency contacts. You think for a minute, reflecting on your situation and shake your head. ‘I’ve got to remember his name… for the thank you card’ you chuckle a bit at your own joke. You imagine how his face will scrunch up with disgust, just like when he tried your jello salad… maybe you’ll send him a bowl. Just to make up for him breaking into your apartment.

Suddenly the phone rings next to you, you jump a bit and hesitate before answering it. “Hello?”

You cringe at your neighbor's voice, you don’t care how sultry it sounds, you’re just forced to reflect on his glaring face. “Yeah hi, I just wanted to let you know that you got blood on my seats. We’ll talk about how you’ll pay for that later.”

“Wow, you called me, at the hospital, just to tell me I stained your car’s seat?” You grab a pen and paper and start writing down the number on the receiver, you’re going to annoy the fuck out of him, you’re determined to do so.

“Yeah.. that’s the only reason I called you.” The line disconnects and you stare at the phone in raw disbelief.

You contemplate how you’re going to cuss him out when you see him next. You’re ready to make a scene and embarrass him, just like he embarrassed you. You feel like he treated you like a toddler, like you couldn’t take care of yourself or catch a bus down to the hospital when YOU were ready. You roll over, still imagining his snarl when you see him next and give him a piece of your mind. You settle down for the night, ‘I’m spamming his damn phone tomorrow’ You think as you doze off, ‘he risked his own damn seats’.

Miguel’s perspective

‘Why did I do that… that was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. When have I cared about people after I saved them?’ He knows why, he just doesn’t want to admit that he finds you attractive. And your lack of cooking ability is almost endearing. The way you smile and wave at him when you catch him in the mail room, or the way your face brightens up at the parties the landlord decides to throw. So when he saw you, broken and bleeding after he handled the two shit bags who attacked you, he couldn’t help but soften, and decide that maybe he can allow himself to care about you.

He pulls into the parking garage and climbs out, walking in to the building after locking his car up. He looks at the buttons on the elevator for a moment before pressing one, stepping out as the doors open onto your floor. ‘I’m such a fucking idiot, I shouldn’t be doing this. I have my own shit going on.’ And yet he enters your apartment, grabs a broom, and sweeps up the broken glass shattered on your floor.

It’s not long before his ‘watch’ sets off and a small hologram of a woman in heart sunglasses and a puffy coat pops up. “Hey Miguel~ You have a priority call.”

“Tell ‘em I died” he grunts out.

“Still cracking the same jokes I see” the hologram smiles. “But you are needed at headquarters, some emergency with the cafeteria and some of the spiders. A food fight has broken out”

He groans, “god why didn’t you let Jessica or Lego Spiderman take over while I was gone?”

“Because it’s more fun to create chaos, also they have their own dimensions to take care of”

“Fine, I’ll be right in” he sighs as the hologram closes out and throws the glass away. ‘Might as well be wearing a French maid outfit, they better be grateful for this when they come home’ he walks out of your apartment and makes sure the door is closed before walking out of the building.

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I wanted to include this gem from the comics in here. You’re welcome.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #I’m hoping I wrote Miguel correctly #enemies to friends to lovers #I PROMISE THIS WILL TURN INTO SMUT BEAR WITH ME #injury #asshole behavior #jello salad #insult to injury #brain rot #I have severe brain rot for this man #perspective swap #haha funny

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rubberducki20 · 7 months ago

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Background and descriptions:

World:Earth, a place with humans and demi humans, they don't usually exist peacefully but there are safe places and people.

Characters:

Jarek: 6'2, 25 year old Demi human, grouchy dickhead cat man, been in a gang since 14 (refuses to speak on it), tattooed and the peen is pierced (arm sleeves and a ladder piercing oh my)

Lavender (Kora): 5'1, 22 year old human, sweet but assertive, army drop out, her mother married a Demi human so she loves Demi humans, no tattoos or piercings, just scars

MDNI 🔞 NSFW 🔞

Here's a photo rep or Jarek

Kora's POV

I place the first aid kit in the table beside him, "shirt off, I gotta see how bad they are." I sit down in front of him, half expecting him to just leave, but he doesn't. He huffed and takes his shirt off showing toned and muscled chest and stomach, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I dabbed peroxide on a cotton ball and cleaned the wounds and blood up.

I wasn't expecting to have a 6 foot man in my house, I cringe at the blood he smeared on the couch. Oh well, at least it's old and leather. "Tsk, why the fuck did you drag me here human?" He asks, his cream colored black tipped tail flicks showing his annoyance. "Maybe because you were getting your ass kicked on my lawn. Humans are so selfish and racist. It's Kora by the way." I shout back from the bathroom, the poor man had blood soaking his shirt and face, he was definitely gonna have bruises that lasted more than a week. "Whatever bitch. What are you even doing anyways?" He quirks, wow this man was a fiesty one. "If your gonna call me a bitch at least pull my hair and spank me. What I'm gonna do is fix your wounds and put that shoulder back in place."

He took his shirt off, showing me that the wounds werent so bad as they looked. I cleaned the wound with peroxide and cotton balls. After that I put my hands on his shoulder, "this is gonna hurt, I'm sorry." I shove the socket back into the blade and all I get from him is a hiss of pain.

"So how do you want me to pay you back?" His question surprised me. I laughed at it, "Nothing, but if you need a place to stay you can, If you feel like you owe me then I'll just as for help moving big furniture or at my store." I get up and put the first aid kit back, "I'm not some pet for you to oggle human." His ears were to the side, and he didn't look to happy. "Who said you were a pet dumbass? You want to pay me back, then that's how. I only offer a room cause it's clear you don't have a place to go." I snap back, heading to the kichean to make dinner. I could feel him seething but he didn't answer me, but the chair squeaking on the floor did.

I made salmon and ramen with eggs, and slid a bowl with chopsticks in front of him. I sat down across from the man and began eating myself. "Can I at least know your name?" I questioned, "Jarek." was my only response.

After we both finish, I grab our dishes an wash them. "Let me show you the room you'll be staying in." I beckon him to follow and he does. I stop at the green door, open it and move out the way so he can come in. "You have a private bathroom, and tomorrow we'll go get you some new clothes." I turn towards my door that's 2 down, "if you need me just holler or knock." I walk into my room and and lea against the door. Eventually I hear his door close and my body relaxes.

I got ready for bed and tried to sleep. After a few hours of tossing and turning, I couldn't help it, I was turned on by Jarek, ofc I wasn't gonna tell him that. So, I grabbed my vib and toy to relax my ache. Hoping to God Jarek couldn't hear.

Jarek's POV

I didn't get why that little human was being friendly, it was weird..but she did cook really good and the room was nice, especially the bed.

Jarek was too high on alert to sleep, and it didn't help that with his hearing, he could hear little human being promiscuous. He felt himself stiffen, and sighed at himself, hating that he was turned on by it.

Eventually the little one stopped, more then likely finding the high she was chasing and it wore her out. Finally, Jarek was able to get some sleep. He'll deal with his raging cock later.

Morning ♡

Jarek woke to the smell of pancakes, he couldn't remember the last time he had them. He stalked to the kitchen, Jarek smelled the remnants of pleasure that stuck to his little human. He wanted to taste it, but refrained from it.

She was dressed in shorts and a sports bra, her hair wet, mustve taken a shower. "Smells good for a human cooking." Jarek sat in the seat he did last night and 3 pancakes were put in front of him. He wouldn't ever admit it, but she was amazing at cookin. "Well im glad you like it, I know a demi friendly store we can go to for some new clothes. Then we gotta go open up my store." She said to her food, she was nervous around him. He loved it.

"Yea yea, just don't be tryna say I'm your pet or sum shit." Jarek put his plate in the sink, and sat back down. "If anyone asks, your my roommate and new hire." She chirps, throwing a discarded shirt on an grabbed some keys. They both walked out of the house and got into her car. It was nice, solid black with dark green leather seats. Jarek adjusted the seat to his liking and their little journey began. "Ok, so here's my card, don't go too crazy but get what you need. Imma go do store owner duties and come back to pick you up." She pulls up to a store, the sign saying demi humans welcomed in all black. "Alright. See you later then." Jarek gets out the car and reaches in to get the card.

He watches the car drive off and he goes into the store.

Kora's POV

She liked this softer side of Jarek, definitely not the softest, but at least he wasn't calling her a bitch. She pulled up to her pride and joy, Lavender Layers, a bakery she's gained ownership of when her parents passed. She noticed two cars parked in the back, must be her two employees, Viva and Chancellor. As she got out at walked to the back of the door, she guide was right cause the two demi humans got out of their cars and joined her. "Hey boys! How yall. Ready to fill some orders to day?" Kora smiled, the two men agreeing. "Oh, we have a new hire, he's my roommate too, so don't be too hard on him..he's had a rough past."

The men hummed in acknowledgement, they didn't speak a lot either, I hired them the day they got out of prison. I had their backs and they had mine.

Kora let the men get to their daily duties and she went to order jarek a few store shirts and a cap that'd fit his cat ears. A knock on the office door startled her, and as it opened she was given a coffee. "Thank you Viva, your husband's coffee is the best." She took several sips enjoying the honey hazelnut coffee. With the clothes ordered, Kora went to the front to unlock the door, and to help finish baking her mothers favorite desserts.

A few customers human and demi alike to enjoy Sweets. The door opened and jarek stalked in. "Oh hey! You find everything you need?" She smiled, and went to the side to let him in the back of the store. "Yea I found it all. You didn't tell you owned Lavender. I loved this place as a kid." Jarek looked around, tail swishing with curiosity. "My mom and step dad owned this place, I got it once they passed. Here's our coworkers, Chancellor and Viva. They don't talk much but their great." She started showing Jarek everything that he'll start learning the next couple days while the boys took care of the line out front. "I also ordered you some shirts for the store and a cap. If I'm not around, the boys will be able to show you. And-" glass breaking stopped Kora mid sentence.

The pair went up front to see Viva helping a lady with two kids clean up a broken mug, the poor lady was apologizing profusely. "Ma'am it's perfectly okay, we all break things sometimes. Trust me we have more mugs." Viva says and goes back to remake her drink.

That's all I'm writing for today guys, works got me a Lil beat 😮‍💨😅 love yall! I hope I get to wrote more on these little love birds.

#cat man #demi human #human x furry #monster smut #smut #monster romance #hate to love

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bwobgames · 2 years ago

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Previous First

They both fall to the ground

Oliver tries to sit up

He coughs until his throat finally lets air in again, then coughs some more

"This is bad. They need some help"

He hears frantic steps coming towards the room

"Ah, my guardian angel is here"

"OLIVER?!"

Ángel gets in the room

"Hey..."

He says while coughing

Ángel kicks Eugene to the side and quickly helps Oliver sit up

"Don't 'hey' me! Are you okay!? Are you dying?!"

"Hah... of course not

I promised, remember?"

"This is not the time for being cute! What is going on?"

"Ángel, the kids, they got stabbed.

I need you to take care of them. They need to put pressure on the wounds until we find some type of medical equipment that's actually usable"

He coughs, and his throat is fully functional now. All he needs is his oxyygen deprived muscles to catch up.

"There must be some first aid in the bathrooms, right?"

"Alright, I'll take care of this.

You stay seated, okay?"

"Yes, yes"

He won't stay seated. He has something to do.

"Ok kid, you heard him, this is going to hurt, but I need you to put pressure in your wound, okay?

It will be fine. You haven't even lost that much blood! Just keep on pressing"

"Ow.

Is this what a C-section feels like?"

"... I hope that's the blood loss talking"

"And Nadia, you-"

"I know what I'm doing. Focus on Simon"

"... You better. Or else I'll tell everyone that you said I was your favorite adult"

"Die"

While Ángel does his best on first aid, Oliver shakily stands up

He looks around for something

"While we were fighting, I heard something

One was Nadia moving around, probably taking off the knife in her back to use it against Coli

Which, wow, hardcore

Note to self, never anger a teenage girl

The other was... something dropping

It sounded close, like it dropped off him

What could he possibly be carrying? It sounded heavy, too"

After a wobbly step, he sees it

"A book?

Wait, is that the lost photobook?

Why was he carrying it?"

He goes to grab it

"Oh"

He remembers

"I get it now"

"I understand what's going on"

"Well, most of it anyways, There's some things I need to make sure of, but I have a pretty solid hypothesis"

Nadia moves around

she goes to cuddle with her brother

Accidentally, she makes eye contact with her father

Identical eyes, looking at each other

"You are just like me"

"Shut the fuck up"

"My lovely daughter..."

"I am going to stab you again"

He laughs

Ángel wants to change that

He takes out a pocket knife and gets close to Eugene

"So, will you say what's going on, or should I take your other eye?"

"You are so stupid"

"Eye it is"

"You really don't get it, do you?"

He's losing a lot of blood

He smiles

"It doesn't matter who dies"

He goes unconscious

"What...?"

"Oh"

"That's it.

That's what I needed to know"

Oliver gets closer to the room's window, it leads away from the house

"He's going to die soon.

If my theory is correct, then I need to do this quickly"

He opens the window

And throws the photobook outside

"Wha- Oliver! I told you to stay seated! Was that Vivi's ...?!"

"Ángel there's no time, listen to me"

"He's dying. We are going back to the start any moment now"

"You... remember?"

"Listen. Once we go back, I need you to find that photobook. It should be where I threw it, probably buried under some of snow"

"But you NEED to find it, and when you do, bring it to me

Or I'll go to you, maybe"

"I know what's going on. Once you give it to me I'll explain everything, okay? I'm counting on you"

"I'll do it"

"Thank you"

"Fuck, I'm sending Ángel in middle of a storm on a wild treasure hunt, is there any way to help him?

Think, think! Usually, I get a lingering feeling of what I was doing before going back to the start

That tends to be dying

I need to do something that will remind me to find Ángel

Something impactful! Something with a lot of emotions like...

Like...

Yeah, that would work"

"Ángel, I know this might be sudden, but"

"Oh, I'm nervous"

He gets on the tip of his toes and pulls Ángel closer

"I- I need this. Please?"

"Absolutely"

"Hah, I can't believe I fell in love with this man 4 times in a row."

"And I'd do it again"

A clock chimes

Something feels

Wrong

#lord give me one more chance #detective beebo #eye damage

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years ago

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(Trails of Cold Steel) Old Class VII gals accidentally hurting their S/O during training

I want Laura to snap me like a toothpick.

Also less angsty, more funny than anything

Laura's greatsword slams against S/O's weapon, knocking them straight onto the floor.

At first, she's a bit proud.

(Laura) "Looks like I've won this match...S/O?"

Upon realizing they weren't responding, she drops her sword and rushes to their side in a panic.

(Laura) "S/O?!"

(S/O) "OW...P-Proud of you, dear."

(Laura) "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- I'll get you a healer-"

She's extremely flustered and doesn't really know what to do. At first she goes for the door, before suddenly going back to them, not wanting to leave them alone.

(S/O) "Laura...just, bring me to the clinic, please-"

Laura picks them up very quickly, which ends up hurting them more which she almost dropped them.

It turns into an entire fiasco where trying to get S/O help ends up injuring them more somehow. Even though S/O laughed and said it's fine, it brings her such embarrassment to recall the memory.

Fie quickly leaps into the air before landing on top of them, and as they tried to get up, she quickly swept their legs and let them land face first to the floor.

She turns back to them, slightly cringing at the noise.

(Fie) "Crap, you alright? That sounded like it hurt."

(S/O) "Oooow! Motherf-!"

S/O had a hand over their nose as they tried to get up before tripping again.

This time, Fie was fast enough to catch them. Though keeping them up was another story. They fell on top of her since her arm strength wasn't great, and S/O was now lying on Fie as she just simply blinked.

(Fie) "Wow, keep it in the room, S/O."

She said with the most deadpan voice.

(S/O) "I think my nose is broken."

Fie gently sat them up and put her fingers on their nose.

(S/O) "What are you-"

Fie realigned their nose with a semi-loud snap, making them wince in pain and yelp out. Being raised by Mercs doesn't tend to make one gentle.

Even though they were cursing up a storm, she gave them a kiss on said nose gently, and made sure to ask Emma how to make things up later.

(Fie) "...Sorry, by the way."

It sounded like she didn't care, but truthfully she felt horrible. She couldn't look them in the eye for the rest of the day.

Emma was hesitant to use her magic on S/O and this was exactly why.

...Well, not exactly the way she imagined it would.

She casted a sleeping spell on them, which caused them to slide off the training mat and onto the ground.

Which then caused several sports balls to fall on their head.

(Emma) "Oh dear."

She ran over to cast a healing spell on them, her worry growing more and more when they weren't waking.

Thankfully, they opened their eyes but reached where her hand was.

It was definitely going to bruise.

(Emma) "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you-"

(S/O) "Ow! Emma, please don't worry, it's fine. I was sorta asking for this anyway."

Another ball fell onto their face, which startled Emma and accidentally let their head drop on the floor.

(Emma) "S-SORRY!"

Alisa in close quarters combat with her bow in the event someone got too close.

Which resulted in the bow hitting S/O's jaw, into their stomach, then finally an overhead smash.

Her battle instincts from the war kicked in, and she was surprised by her own skill.

(Alisa) "W-Wow, I didn't know I could do that! HA! S/O, did you see that!?"

Sharon simply clears her throat and gestures to the ground as she's preparing a first aid kit.

(S/O) "Y...Y-Yeah...I saw."

(Alisa) "Aidios, are you alright?!"

She's beating herself up for hurting her own S/O like that, but more so asking a stupid question when they still haven't gotten up.

(S/O) "...Been better."

Her and Sharon are quick to act, Alisa's instinct to apologize profusely but managing to keep it an and just tend to the girlfriend inflicted injuries.

Sara's Orbal Pistol had a mode to where it only injured, and not killed, which made it perfect for training.

Unfortunately, she didn't hold back and unleashed her full wrath, showing S/O why she earned the nickname "Purple Lightning".

In an instant Sara went right behind them and fired off several shots intending to hit their shoulder.

Instead every one hit their ass.

They yelped out as they dropped their weapon, making Sara snicker.

(S/O) "OW! Sara, what the hell?!"

(Sara) "Sorry, meant to hit your shoulder-"

(S/O) "HOW DO YOU AIM THAT LOW?! Are you drunk or something?!"

(Sara) "Just wanted to give you a heads up, show you where I'm looking! Haha! Ha...ha...?"

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she helped them out.

(Sara) "S-Sorry. Not funny?"

(S/O) "No."

BONUS:

(Rean) "You're sitting kinda weird. You alright?"

(S/O) "No, Sara hit my ass so hard that I can't sit right at all..."

(Rean) "H-HUH?!"

(Sara) "WOAH! Why'd you phrase it like that? They mean that I shot them accidentally during training."

(Rean) "How do you even do that, were you drunk?"

(Sara) "I WAS NOT DRUNK!"

#trails of cold steel imagines #trails of cold steel headcanons #trails of cold steel x reader #laura s arseid x reader #fie claussell x reader #emma millstein x reader #alisa reinford x reader #sara valestein x reader

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cinematics123 · 2 years ago

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A short little Buddie vignette/coda for after 6x17. I wrote it as blurb just after the show. But, given their season finale ending, this... just seems more like them:

“I heard about Taylor’s book," Eddie waived vaguely with a kitchen knife. "They interviewed her last night on the 11 pm news. She… was looking very pleased with herself.” Eddie looked up from the lunch he was putting together on the counter. Buck stared back at him, keys still in hand. “You came to talk about it?” Eddie prodded.

“No,” Buck started. “Not… not about Taylor. Um… Kameron is staying with me at the moment and I.. I was thinking she might need some space. Or I might need some space.”

“Kameron, who you are the sperm donor for?”

“Yeah…. That Kameron. Conor’s wife.” Buck’s shoulders deflated. He limped into the kitchen slowly and leaned up next to Eddie’s refrigerator.

“That’s awkward. How long is she staying?”

“I don’t know. She showed up during my date with Natalia last night. It was – a surprise.”

“How did Lady Death deal with your baby momma showing up on your doorstep?”

“Conor’s baby and his baby momma. And not great. Not great seeing Taylor on the news yesterday either. Not great running into Lucy either for that matter.”

Eddie stopped filling a ziplock bag with carrots and took a long look at Buck. “Wow. That’s a lot. Well… you said she sees you. So… she’s seen you then. It’s a lot on you, too. It's scary. But- Look, it’s like ripping a band-aid off. At least you don’t have to worry about explaining later. At least you got a lot out of the way early on.”

“Well, I thought she saw me. She… um… you’re right. A lot got put out on the table. All right at once. And… And –”

“Let me guess, the big bouncing box of wonderful loves you anyway.”

“She left. She saw just who I am. She saw all of me. The good. The bad. The mistakes. And she walked away. You’re right. She saw me, Eddie. And I wasn’t good enough.”

Eddie looked softly at Buck. His eyes were watery and wounded, like a kicked puppy.

“Well.. then I guess it’s official.” Eddie started. “What is?”

“You suck at dating worse than I do.”

Buck looked up, his jaw hanging slightly ajar. He huffed a single laugh and rolled his eyes. But a slight smirk slowly took over his face and laugh lines crinkled together at the corners of his baby blue eyes.

“Beer?” “Please. Thanks.”

Eddie walked past Buck to his fridge. Buck turned and trudged into the family room. Eddie could hear him collapse onto his couch. It complained for a moment for a second, but held his weight.

"Is this your model? Or Chris'?'" Buck asked as Eddie as entered with two open bottles.

"Y’know, when the doctors told me and Shannon that Chris had CP, the thought of helping him build school projects went right out of my head. I never dared to dream I would have to do this."

Buck looked up from the drawing and over to Eddie. "Have you started doing any college planning? I mean, putting some money down for when..."

Eddie took a swig of his beer. "I hadn't thought about that either."

"Well, can I help?"

Eddie's eyes widened. "With... his college fund or with the model?"

Buck smiled wider than Eddie's eyes had grown. "Let's start with the model, then we'll see. While you were out with a machine gun in Afghanistan, I was out and about with a nail gun across the Southeast. I have some idea what I'm doing."

"Okay. You’re the man with the answers. How can I pay you for being my son’s engineering consultant?"

"You have a few hours to kill? And maybe a few more beers?"

"I can keep the beers coming if you don't mess up the hot glue."

"Ok then." Buck smiled. "Let’s get to work."

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crimsonfluidessence · 1 year ago

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Prompt 4: Off the Hook

Content Warning: Drug and violence mentions, Endwalker spoilers

Esredes was in trouble again, and he knew it.

The teenager sat in a chair inside his manor, arms crossed and feet kicking in the air idly. "So," his mother said with a stern look, a look he was avoiding eye contact with. "Would you like to explain to me what happened, Esredes?" Esredes certainly knew what happened, that was for sure. He'd been out with friends and they had all gotten their hands on fogweed. Esredes tried one little inhale of it, and proceeded to cough his lungs out. But Mother didn't need to know any of that, no no. He had an idea, a plausible story forming in his head. "Ovoix really wanted to explore beyond our limits." He said. "I told him you would be mad, but he said if I didn't go he wouldn't talk to me again." "Then Ovoix isn't really your friend, Esredes." She remarked. "I always had a bad feeling about him. Listen, you." She pointed at him. "No spending time with him again. I will be having a talk with his parents." "Okay, Mother. I'm sorry." Esredes put on his best guilty face. "I really didn't mean for this to get out of hand..." She sighed, crossing her arms. "If I catch you going down there again, I will ground you. Understood?" "Understood." Wow. That had worked better than expected. For once, he could escape her punishments.

Of course, it was easier back then. People took more pity on a noble and a softer face, even if it was less than the others. Nowadays, his face had sharpened and now that he was pardoned, he hung in so many balances he might as well be declared a tightrope circus act. That meant whenever he messed up, he needed to be very precise, and very calculated.

The easiest way was to, of course, simply be clean about it. Use the Dark Knights, use the Inquisitors, stay in the shadows and watch. It wasn't as satisfying, but cleanliness far outweighed personal desires. But failing that, there were other ways to win.

Take the time that one of Esredes' own counseling clients was almost murdered by his own biological father.

It was not exactly a time Esredes wanted to talk about, as there are some things you can't forget hearing on linkpearl, but he'd done exactly as he should have. He ran to stop it, told the apartment desk women it was an emergency and the young man was in danger, then proceeded to burst in and kick the man's face into unconsciousness. Of course, did the Temple Knights who came up appreciate the effort? No. They immediately tried to arrest him, blaming him for all of it. Being a former Temple Knight had its perks, even in light of everything else working against him. Esredes held up his hands, obeyed the command to step away from the victim despite being in the middle of administering first aid, and stood by, calmly explaining the situation. The first time the Temple Knight tried to arrest him, the victim on the floor protested. But the asshole had the audacity to try again the moment it was them alone and the others had filed out. "I think you should put your hands together." He had said. "I think we'll take them off when we get into a nice Inquisition room." Esredes stared back at him. “You know I’ve been proven innocent of my original crime, do you not? My record is clean. ‘Tis not very ethical of your place in the order to lie to an attempted murder victim.” The Temple Knight's expression soured harshly at that. He ran his tongue along his teeth and smacked his lips. "Right. But it's for safety reasons. I think you might be a flight risk. I think you might be one literally." That was most definitely a hiss. “I’m not resisting detainment. I am standing here awaiting your escort, and that is that. To do so would only endanger myself unnecessarily.” "...Fine. You know the way? Walk." “Very well.” He said to this, and turned and began to walk out. Each time he looked back, the man was right there with a hand on his lance the whole way. Considering they never even confiscated his sword and he was allowed to walk out of the questioning room before he even finished his entire statement, Esredes declared that one a success. He was on a mission for both survival and pride reasons to never be arrested. Detainment was normal, but he really couldn't afford an arrest on his record.

Of course, he had done nothing wrong. He was entirely innocent of any negative involvement, why, he'd even held back from completely eviscerating the would-be murderer for legal defense purposes. Still, he counted his blessings. The last time he'd argue he did nothing wrong didn't work as well.

Argue was a bit of a strong word, of course, as both times he had to be talked to in that detainment, it was from people he knew, had a good relationship with, even, making things more awkward. It was especially awkward when he was being questioned by a client. You know, because sometimes you're the unluckiest man ever and you make a client out of a High Inquisitor not long before you get detained for an act of vigilantism.

It wasn't even bad enough to be qualified, he wanted to argue but didn't. He had done nothing but try to ensure an incredibly dangerous and wanted criminal didn't get away while he was being chased. He hadn't interfered or obstructed law enforcement from arresting the man. He was entirely wanting to see this arrest occur. And yet, he was the one in trouble for committing vigilantism? Fucking bullshit, he wanted to say. I've done way worse and not been caught. But it was an extremely unwise position to argue on this. So he didn't, and he took the charge with profuse apologies, and grumbled to himself about the community service charge. There went his clean record. But the community service ended up being to counsel prisoners and then be hired for it at the end, so it was barely a punishment to begin with. He was more pissed about the record by the end of it.

Perhaps he was lucky because of his connection. But he didn't need that to get himself out of trouble, either.

Enter Alvere Travanchet. Who the hells was Alvere Travanchet? The name was known to Esredes already, but not from the man himself. Instead it was from his deceased lover, a fellow harrier in his movement. And when Esredes first saw the way the man stared at him after he showed him a sketch of Alais, he knew he was in for danger. The stalking and monitoring that followed was a given, Inquisitors tried that first each time. But to even manage to follow him using a proxy to one of his recruitment meetings? That took something else. This one was more of a threat. Or would have been, anyhow, if not for his actions completely backfiring on him. Alvere was a shadow, secret Inquisitor. As far as the public knew, he wasn't one. Not until he had met with Esredes' boss and been instated as a public Inquisitor, causing the noblewoman he was a House Knight for to kick him out of her house. Esredes had been planning to cancel his follow up to that meeting. If Alvere somehow stalked him to it he might just arrest him and try to get his pardon undone for execution purposes he most definitely wanted to perform himself, after all. But he found the man staring off a thousand yards out on a bench in Empyreum, had him speak to him about how he just got kicked out of his house, and went on ahead with the meeting. Nothing more ever came of it.

Months later when the two were having an argument, though, he brought it back up in the middle of his anger. "You spied on me. I found you on a bench after I learned about it, and I was pissed. Yet I still picked up your flask for you, and put it aside. I don't think you would ever do that for another person unless they were soft and cute and didn't challenge you on the mountains of bullshit you entertain." "Of course I did. Did you really think I wouldn't?" Alvere leaned in and snarled at him. "But I did nothing. You are still holding meetings, secretive ones, yet I chose to trust you are up to no harm. I let it go, I stopped." He pulled back, his expression and voice turning icy. "Fool I am. Trusted. Hoped." Esredes crossed his arms. "Oh no, I knew you would. That's everyone's first instinct. You're not original in the slightest, Alvere.. And you're really going to frame it as a sign of trust. Is it really that, Alvere? Is it really?" "Name it. You don't believe my trust, so name it. What would make you believe. Nothing." Esredes sighed. "Perhaps not switching your personality off every time you talk to me would help? You know, as a start?" Alvere narrowed his eyes. "Then I am self centered, head up my ass, violating inquisitor." He gestured around. "So much trust here."

That had been perhaps their worst argument. They almost broke it all off entirely. But Alvere was certainly right about a few things. He had taken the bait perfectly. Esredes had leaned so hard into Alvere's emotional issues despite his hatred that he gave up on pursuing him.

And now he simply kept it that way, and let the Black Wolf curl around him protectively, as he continued about his work as usual. Some spy he was, weak at his foundation. But that was okay. Every Inquisitor was weak if you drove the needle in at the right vein, and the wolf was a great boon. It was a good thing that he could still get away with it without Alvere, then. Alvere once thought it was a brilliant idea to confront his father financing a gang with the child who the gang wanted to take back. Sure enough, it went exactly as Esredes anticipated it would, and it went awry. A mind mage tried to turn the two to the gang's side, and if it were not for Esredes following and hiding and sounding an alarm, it could've been catastrophic. Sure, in order to follow and hide, Esredes had to break into a minor noble house, sleeping powder a noble man, and break a chandelier and window in order to attack the mind mage and Alvere's father, but what was a little illegal home invasion when the suspect was guilty and attacked an Inquisitor? He absolutely got detained for that one. It was not a painless detainment. Once again he was cursed to be interrogated by someone he knew- in fact, in all three of these situations he was, weirdly enough- but it was not exactly a happy reunion. Still, he was not charged with a crime. He was free to go. And go home he did, to get ready for a ball while emotionally in the complete dumps.

But emotional turmoil was temporary, and record charges were forever.

Someone who Esredes went to Garlemald with came into his office without warning to search his office on a warrant of suspecting him to be harboring dragon's blood, because his fellow harriers never got it through their heads to be quiet about things. That time, Esredes was almost certain he would be arrested. Still, he sat there calmly in his office chair and didn't hinder the Dragoon's search. He evasively answered his questions. But of course, the Dragoon found nothing. He didn't keep dragon blood in his office. That was miles and miles away safely stored at camp. He wasn't sloppy. And so he left, and nothing more came of it.

He also thought nothing of his neighbor boarding up her upstairs window for a whole week soon after that, claiming she had a home invader while he was at work.

Being a former Temple Knight had its perks, even when you were legally at the very bottom. And if he strengthened his web of connections well enough, maybe he would eventually ascend his status entirely and become impossible to take out.

Oh, what a reality that would be. To finally be free of the crushing weight and more easily get down to business. Yes, this was the outcome he craved. And who cared how many wretched members of law and order would need to be bent to his will like a toothpick to achieve it?

He would take back the power he needed to change Ishgard to Shiva's Will, one way or another. And so the man continued his legal dance.

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squippy360 · 2 years ago

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Steve Rogers x male reader

Steve’s usually kept his guard up, never had let it down, but what happens when he’s dating a guy who’s the more domestically dominant type, where he love taking care of steve, loves taking care of him, and wants steve to be vulnerable around him

Sub!Steve Rogers x Dom!Male reader

Cw:(fluff to smut, Comforting steve rogers, fingering, thigh fucking, smut)

I was simply sitting on the couch, scrolling on social media. I was listening to music and humming slightly to myself. I turned my head to the side when I heard the elevator door open. I winced when I saw my very tired, frustrated, and disoriented boyfriend Steve. I got up and made my way over to him when he dropped his shield and held his head in his hands. He had cuts and bruises all over. I touched his arm and jumped when he slammed it away, looking at me with frantic eyes. I looked around to make sure no one else was around. "Alright, come on big guy. Let's take this to my room." I said gently and somehow picked him up. He hid his face in my neck and clung onto me. His whole body was rigid and stiff.

I kicked my door open softly and went to the bathroom. I set him down and went to get some supplies. I came back and he seemed to have calmed down a bit. "Stevie? Are you there Love?" I whispered and kneeled in front of him. He nodded and looked to the side in embarrassment. "Sorry about that earlier. I'll be heading back to my room…" He said and went to stand up. "Oh no you don't. I don't trust you alone so I'll be taking care of you." I said stood up, crossing my arms. "Now that I know you can stand, take your clothes off." I said. He looked at me with a blush. "I-I'm sorry?" He stuttered. "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I growled.

He looked down with a blush and pulled his suit off. He left his boxers on though. I made him sit back down and kneeled down in front of him. I opened the First Aid Kit and gently took one of his legs. He winced as I cleaned around one of the big wounds he had on his thigh and dabbed some petroleum jelly on the cut. I took some gauze and wrapped it around his thigh. I shifted my focus on his other leg where he had some glass stuck in his skin. I took some tweezers and began to gently pull them out and put them on a tissue.

Steve's p.o.v

I didn't know what to feel. Aside from Bucky, he is the first person who has ever cared about my well-being this much. M/n is so much like Bucky. He so caring, gentle, smart, quiet, attractive, hot, god he is so hot-

"Stevie? Would you like to eat something?" M/n asked. I snapped out of my daze with a shy blush and nodded. He put the supplies away and that's when I noticed he had completely washed all the blood away. All my wounds were bandaged and taken care of. "W-Wow." I whispered. I blushed when he picked me up and carried me back to his room. He put me on the bed and went through his dresser drawers. "You can borrow these until you go back to your room in a couple of days." He said and helped me put a shirt on and some sweatpants. "Days?! This is humiliating…" I said and hid my red face in his sheets. "C'mon it's not that bad. I know how sore you get after missions like that." He said and laid me down properly. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He said and left.

I sighed and just sat up to lean against the headboard. I got out my phone and checked my messages real quick.

Sammy: Yo Steve! I heard you got caught again! Haha

Stevie: M/n literally dragged me and held me down 😞

Canman: Shouldn't have made all those flashy moves, Rogers🤷

Stevie: I was just doing my job :(

Sammy: good luck with that 😂

Frosty paws: Says the one in my lap rn-

Big_angy: must be nice 😒

Zeus: I am coming my love💞

Big_angy: 💙

I huffed and grabbed one of the pillows and held it as I curled up. "Steve? I got something to make you feel better!" M/n said and carried in a tray. I looked over and saw some steak with rice and a slice of Apple pie that was heated and a scoop of Ice cream on top. "Aww. Thank you so much, Darling!" I said and took the tray. I tensed when he wiggled in behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "W-What are you going?" I asked. "What? I can't cuddle my favorite person?" He said smoothly in my ear. "N-No…I mean yes!" I sputtered. "Adorable~" He chuckled and nuzzled on my neck, pulling out his phone and watching a cat and dog compilation. I rolled my eyes playfully and continued eating my desert.

After a bit, I looked down to see what M/n was taking pictures of us. I blushed and pushed his phone away quickly. "What was that for?" I stuttered in a flustered manner. He laughed and closed his camera app. "Sorry. You just look so adorable when you're enjoying something." M/n said and smirked. I elbowed him lightly and went to get up. "Oh no you don't." He said and pulled me back in his lap. "Lemme get up! I gotta wash this!" this!" I whined. "I'll do it then." He said with a proud smirk and walked away.

Steve sat in silence as he heard distant water running. I took this time to curl up in his bed, wrapping the warm blankets around me to go to sleep. After a while M/n finished and went back upstairs. "Stevie! Do you wanna- oh…he's asleep…" M/n said. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the bed move from behind me and his arm wrapped around me. "Goodnight, Steve." He whispered and kissed me on the nape of my neck.

(Your p.o.v)

He looked so at ease now. The way his body was so relaxed now made me feel like I did my job well. He's just so obedient when it comes to me even if he doesn't notice that I notice. I love taking care of him. Steve is just such a wonderful boyfriend-

"Kiss me on the mouth!" He said suddenly. I jumped and blushed when he flipped around to face me. "Steve…of course." I said and caressed his face with my hand. I leaned in and kissed him softly. I could feel his face heating up against mine. We pulled away and I smirked at him with hazy eyes. He was squirming and avoiding eye contact.

"Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you'd like? I'm always willing to go further with you." M/n whispered to me. "Please~" He said with big desperate puppy eyes. "Of course, Love. Let me do all the work." I whispered and shimmed down further in the blankets. He gasped when I pulled off his shorts.

"M/n…" Steve breathed out. "I'll be gentle with you. I don't wanna make you any more sore than you already are…or maybe I do~" I smirked and pulled his cock out. I purred and sucked on the tip. He arched his back against the bedsheets and moaned softly. "G-Gosh M/n…ngh~" Steve moaned when I wiggled my finger into his tight hole. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs wider. "I-If you keep doing that I-I'll cum…!" Steve begged as his legs twitched.

I held his thigh with one hand and went down further on his cock, I moaned lightly and slowly put a second finger in his now wet hole. I grunted a bit when he came down my throat. "Yesss!!!" He let out a drawn out moan and fisted the blanket. He looked down and lifted the blanket up to look at me through his big chest. I opened my mouth at him and chuckled when his face turned even more red. I crawled up back to the surface and kissed him. He kissed back and hugged me. "You're so cute…" I whispered to him and pecked his lips.

I shimmied off my pants and took out the lube. I applied a generous amount on both of us to make sure I didn't hurt him. "Be a good boy and stay still." I growled and slowly eased my cock in his tight hole. He gasped and rolled his hips against me. I lightly slapped his thigh. "Sit still." I purred. He nodded and hid his face in a pillow. I slowly fucked into him. "Ooooh~ That feels so good~ Nghhhhhhh~" Steve whined. I touched his chest, squeezing and pinching his chesticles. "M/n! Please!" He begged quietly and let out another drawn out moan. "Fuuuck you feel so good~" I growled and went faster. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he arched his back. "Yes Yes Yes Right There!!!" He screamed. "You're going- ngh…to blow a fuse Babe." I groaned. He let out a moan of frustration and I went faster. I saw how desperate his cock was so I decided to ease his frustrations.

I jerked him off at my thrusting speed. He moaned loudly and hugged my hips with his legs. "Fuck baby!" I groaned and went faster. I cried out and came on his tummy. "M/N!!!" He cried out. I ceased all movement, panting and going to pull out. "W-Wait! Aren't you going to cum as well?" He asked suddenly. I smiled and caressed his sides. "I can deal with it later. I don't want to hurt you-" I started but he cut me off. "Then use my thighs. I wanna make you cum too!!" He said. My cock twitched at that idea. "Fuck…hell yeah…" He said and flipped on his side. I got behind him and immediantly fucked his thighs. They were thick and just as tight as his hole. I groaned loudly and hugged his body close to me. "C-Cumming…!" I cried out and came all over his thighs and my bed sheets.

"God you're so perfect…" I whispered and kissed him. He whimpered and turned back around to kiss me. "Only for you~" He teased with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and got out a rag and wiped our mess. "Wanna take a shower?" I asked. "Too tired…sleep…" He mumbled and buried himself back in the sheets. I giggled. Abit and kissed his neck. "My good boy~" I purred and coddled him. Little did we both know what the others were saying in a certain chat room.

Next up: Stephen Strange x Femboy!Male reader

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jeongans · 3 years ago

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SEVENTEEN REACTION ,

their partner being clumsy

SEUNGCHEOL ‘s

grows used to the sounds of glass smashing and pans clattering against the kitchen ground. he’ll be laid in bed when the sound of something resembling to a cup or plate breaking wakes him up. he’d scurry downstairs into the kitchen, where you’re sheepishly stood. you shoot him an apologetic smile, clearly embarrassed and seungcheol sighs, guiding you away from the pieces of broken ceramic and sits you in the bedroom, out of harms way whilst he goes to clean the mess up :” )

JEONGHAN ‘s

absolutely refuses to let you go near mingyu. the last time he let the two of you hang out together he had to aid to your wounds. one minute the two of you are play fighting, jeonghan turns his head for one second & he hears a loud crash and a yelp of pain and when he snaps his head back, you’re sprawled across the floor, the items previously placed on the table scattered all across the floor — all whilst mingyu has this mortified look on his face. “ get away from yn, this isn’t the first time you’ve almost killed her .” jeonghan barks at him.

JOSHUA ‘s

is actually really scared to let you go out the house on your own incase you,, fall into the road or something ? like he’s seriously protective of you. if you wanna go to the shop on your own, joshua is persistent about either coming with you or just going himself. it’s just the one memory of when your feet tripped over themselves and you almost went tumbling into a road of zooming cars, is burned into joshua ‘s head forever ( save this man .)

JUNHUI ‘s

he’s always just so confused on how you manage to even do half the things you do ? he’s come home after you called him, saying it’s urgent, and he sees the entire wardrobe disassembled, a mix of his and your clothes covering the entire floor. the look of genuine bewilderment and shock on his face says enough. you start babbling out apologises and excuses, but none of them are making sense. he just rubs his forehead and tells you to go sit in the living room while he fixes it.

SOONYOUNG ‘s

hoshi isn’t that much of a clumsy person, but i think his energy and your clumsiness could lead to some trouble. you might be play fighting. you try and climb your way out of the headlock but you being you, you end up kicking everything off the bedside table and the sound of glass shattering disrupts your fight. both of you look down in shock at the broken lamp on the floor. he’d probably tease you about it too, “ wow, we can’t even joke around without you destroying the room .” he scoffs jokingly, moving off the bed to clean up the mess that he insists you stay away from :” )

WONWOO ‘s

he can already suspect that you’ve injured yourself when you walk into your shared room, lips wobbling w tears in your eyes. he takes off his headphones and pauses his game to inspect your injury but he doesn’t expect to look down and see blood gushing from your hand. jumps up and takes your clean hand, guiding you downstairs to the kitchen where he aids your wounds. “ my clumsy baby, what am i gonna do with you ?” he sighs gently, pressing a soft kiss to your bandage.

JIHOON ‘s

i think woozi is pretty attentive, so when he sees you about to bump into a sharp corner or hit your foot on something he’ll quickly pull you into him with a tut, he’ll scold you, lovingly, about you not watching where you’re going but you know he doesn’t mind it too much, he actually feels a sense of pride knowing that he’s always the one who’s there to protect you,, like if one of the other members is the one to catch you falling instead of him, he gets genuinely annoyed :” ((

DOKYEOM ‘s

much like jun, dk also finds himself pretty confused of how you end up in these situations. you haven’t been responding to his texts or calls all day — nor have you responded to any of the members either and he’s really panicking, he’s unsure if you’re in danger, if you’re sad and he’s not there to comfort you, until you walk through the door with a frown on your face. straight away, he bombards you with questions until you just show him your phone, smashed to pieces. the panic in his heart eases and he laughs lightly — reassuring you not to worry, he’ll buy you a new phone the next day.

MINGYU ‘s

oh no, even the members are scared. mingyu never thought that he’d meet anyone clumsier than him, and then you came into his life. it makes him feel slightly better about himself though, although the constant worry he feels about you cancels it out. when he walks into the kitchen after living you unattended for only five minutes, and the sponge cake he was making is all over the floor — he doesn’t even question it. “ baby, how did you .. whatever, that doesn’t matter ..”

MINGHAO ‘s

pretends it annoys him to mask his concern. he hears a loud crashing noise and scurries out of the kitchen to see what the hell is going on, and he catches you on the floor, seemingly from falling down the stairs. his life flashes before his eyes and he sprints over to you, gently pulling you close to him to scan for any serious injuries but when you seem moderately fine, he goes to scolding you, “do you think before doing anything ?”

SEUNGKWAN ‘s

he doesn’t need to deal with another mingyu, please. the two of you are preparing for a dinner with the rest of the members, seungkwan’s asked you to set out the plates and glasses — which was a big mistake. he’s in the kitchen checking on the food when he hears glass shattering and he just sighs inwardly, heading to the dining room where not one, but two glasses smashed against the floor. he deadpans at you, and takes you in to the kitchen, “ just watch the food, ok? just watch .”

VERNON ‘s

confused #3, although vernon himself can be pretty clumsy. he’s sat in the living room scrolling through his phone when you come in and settle yourself on your lap, absentmindedly he wraps his arms around you and he links his hand with yours. his eyes flicker up at the feeling of a rougher material and he notices the many, many bandaids on your hands. he questions where on earth you got them all — and he just kinda sits in shock when you tell him they’re from the 6 times you accidentally cut your finger whilst cooking ..

DINO ‘s

feels like he has to wrap you in bubble wrap in order to keep you safe. he’d be in your bedroom, watching the tv when you rush upstairs to excitedly show him something on your phone and you don’t quiet notice that the door isn’t open, and your head smacks against the window pane. dino’s eyes widen as he just stares for a few seconds, before he rushes to make sure that you’re okay, “ baby, are you okay ? why weren’t you looking where you were going ..” he mumbles worriedly.

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divine timing – pjm;

pairings: park jimin x tarot reader!female reader.

extra characters: jeon jeongguk, kim taehyung and kim namjoon.

genre: fluff, fluffy angst, university!au, strangers to lovers!au, soulmate!au, reincarnation!au.

words: 9.461

warnings: sfw, adult alcohol consumption, koo mentions marijuana (weed), contains tarot readings, talks about meaning of tarot cards, the reincarnation bits are implied and nothing too visual or upsetting, mentions of a car accident, minor character death.

a/n: i am not a tarot reader at all but do enjoy watching them. please forgive my shortcomings in case i make a mistake. i have tried my best with the symbolic meanings. enjoy! 💙

also, i tried to employ a new writing method similar to ‘closed captioning’ lol to aid in visualising the setup of the scene better and as always, thanks to @silversparkles11 to motivate me to write this and helping me to figure out the outline! i love you so much bb.

★彡[ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!]彡★

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𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑰 — 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒔

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March, 2022:

“did you get the booze?” jeongguk looked around himself, before turning his head up to stare at his friend climbing up the iron fence of the boys’ dormitory.

“ass, hold the backpack, at least,” the said friend, park jimin, threw the bag latched to his back at jeongguk’s face who grabbed it before it could hit his face, very much to jimin’s dismay.

“yeah yeah, get down before someone sees you.”

“really? wow! would have never guessed that, dumbass!” jimin muttered before crossing sides over the fence and jumping to the ground. the grass, owing to the spring rain, was slippery and did not prove to be a good platform for the high impact jump and jimin tripped down to his ass.

“ow. dude, at least help me!”

jeongguk let a wordless laughter, fingers clawing at his stomach as he tried to calm down, while the other held the cellphone that recorded the ordeal, “nah, this is what you get for being a jerk. shit, this is so going on my IG story.”

jimin rolled his eyes and got back to his feet, dusting off the mud and grass from his white jeans. he let a soft sigh, this fresh pair of jeans was supposed to easily last him at least two weeks. well, not so much anymore.

by the time the duo reached jimin’s dorm room, taehyung and namjoon had finished setting up the snacks. the table where jimin usually sets up his film equipment has been cleared and is now the host to the bowls of chips and shot glasses. jeongguk set down jimin’s backpack on the floor near his bed, the glass bottles inside made a clinking noise.

closing the door behind him, jimin stopped at the threshold of the room as he felt a very overwhelming sensation. oh, not this again. his eyes fleeted between namjoon basically destroying the packet of chips while trying to tear them open and even knocking down one of the bowls in the process while taehyung scolds him and jeongguk joins the duo only to pop a bunch of chips in his mouth.

jeongguk turned to jimin who was blankly staring at the trio, “what?” his voice came out muffled because of the chips.

“nothing i-”

“another one of your déjà vu moments?”

jimin’s eyes shot up, “fuck. this has happened before. like not just the actions but you asking me and me explaining it to you guys that this has happened before. fuck.”

“well, if we look it at it technically, then that way you have had two past lives and the original event was from the first past life and then in the second past life you had the déjà vu moment which you explained and now in this life you remember having both the event and then explaining the déjà vu moment. mm, too many variables.” kim namjoon, the mathematics major chipped in his two cents.

“i swear if you take out your notebook and start formulating the chain of events, i am kicking you out of our room,” kim taehyung, jimin’s roommate spoke up, his eyes narrowed at the 6″0′ giant who just smiled nervously.

“i don’t even understand what they are supposed to mean. i bet we all experience déjà vu moments but day by day, it is only happening more often with me.”

taehyung leaned down to retrieve the soju and beer bottles from jimin’s backpack, “they don’t necessarily have to mean something,” he shrugged, holding four bottles by the neck and bringing them over to the table. namjoon followed suit and emptied the bag.

“do any of you cheap asses have weed?” jeongguk spoke up, brushing over the topic.

“i have some good shit coming in tomorrow,” namjoon informed.

park jimin and jeon jeongguk are the theatre kids, majoring in film making, kim taehyung is a linguistic major with kim namjoon as a mathematics major. an odd group of friends but they have grown quite close ever since university started.

the close-knit group of four sat down around the table and soon enough, the drinks started pouring. the topic of conversation moved back and forth between the interconnectedness of film making and mathematics and jeongguk groaning how he wants to kill the person who decided to introduce alphabets in mathematics.

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taehyung was about to uncap his second beer bottle when he noticed that jimin was just quietly sitting, his beer bottle clasped between the fingers of his dominant hand — unfinished and turning warm.

“are you still thinking about that?”

jimin blinked himself out of the trance before turning to taehyung, “no — just — yeah, i cannot stop thinking about it. it has to mean something, right?”

“lord. jimin, you are getting hung up on it! maybe déjà vu moments are just reminders to be more present in the current life—” taehyung turned to jeongguk in a snap “— of course, your ass has something else to contribute. go ahead.”

“what? i said nothing!”

“yeah yeah, your face is oddly expressive. go ahead, the floor is yours,” taehyung took a sip of his beer and leaned back in his chair.

jimin turned to jeongguk who waved his hands in a defensive manner, “you guys know very well what i am going to say.”

“just spill it,” namjoon sighed.

“i suggest you turn to tarot to understand why you are experiencing so many déjà vu moments.”

“koo, you did one three-months elective course on spiritualism for one project, one year ago. you don’t even know what you are talking about!” namjoon retorted.

“but i know what i am talking about! see, this is why i didn’t want to say it because you guys are such sceptics that the hints could literally bonk you in the head and you would be too caught up trying to scientifically explain it.”

“everything does have a scientific explanation though.”

“oh yeah, mr 148IQ? fine, why did the big bang happen? why do we all exist?”

“oh yeah? why don’t you ask your tarot cards and tell me why did the big bang happen?”

before jeongguk could retort back — stretching the argument any further, jimin interrupted the childish duo.

“that’s enough, guys. nothing is a perfect science. i agree most things can be explained logically but then again there are some things which have no explanation and have existed around us for a long time.”

“there, thank you!” jeongguk downed his soju, pouring himself another.

“shall we go to a fortune reader, then?” jimin voiced, unsure.

taehyung groaned, “i cannot believe you are actually considering this.”

jeongguk rolled his eyes and turned to jimin, “no. for most of the professional fortune readers, it is just an act they have perfected, and they will only tell you what you want to hear. i think you should try a tarot reader.”

“take the hint, koo. i don’t know any tarot readers.”

“oh, right,” jeongguk clicked his tongue before retrieving his phone from his jacket. he navigated to the YouTube application before clicking on one of his subscribed channels “Rei of Light”. “here, try her videos. i have and she is awfully accurate to the point where it’s downright creepy.”

jimin took the phone from his hand, “wait, it’s like an hour-long video.”

“dude, you don’t have to watch the whole thing. start the video and she will present you with various piles. you have to choose one and only watch what she has to say about that particular pile.”

“okay, that’s better but how do i choose?” jimin paused the video which had started auto-playing and stared at the piles presented in front of him — it consisted of four stones which the narrator identified as ametrine, fluorite, lapis lazuli and rutile quartz, “i don’t know shit about stones.”

jeongguk grinned, “that’s the beauty of it. you don’t need to know anything at all, just pick whichever appeals the most to you.”

jimin nodded slightly, still unsure about the whole ordeal but his alcohol dazed brain could not come up with one reason why he should not watch the reading. where is the harm? he scrolled to the pinned comments to find the timestamps and clicked on lapis lazuli as per the narrator’s instructions. she had a very soothing and nectar-filled voice, but it was getting drowned among the overlapping voices of namjoon, taehyung and jeongguk arguing about something else. honestly, he does not even want to know what the three musketeers of dumbassery are discussing now and stood up, collecting his unfinished bottle.

jimin walked over to his bed, pushing off the stray books and clothes to the floor before plopping on it. he grabbed his pillow and stationed it under his head at an angle to aid him in finishing the beer while he held the phone in front of his face before clicking on ‘play’.

morning, next day:

jimin walked in, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head to help cover his eyes from the invading rays of sun. he cannot believe he passed out from just one bottle of beer. he is known throughout the university for his alcohol tolerance, but here he is, shouldering a killer hangover from just one bottle beer while he does the ‘walk of shame’ to his class — running fashionably twenty minutes late.

upon entering the class, the professor stopped speaking so he turned to apologize, “i am really sorry, ma’am.”

“mr park, please don’t interrupt the class further and just take your seat.”

jimin wordlessly complied and sat on the seat jeongguk had saved for him, following which, the class continued.

“couldn’t you have woken me up?” jimin whispered.

“you were out by the time joon hyung and i left. did you pass out?”

“seems so—”

“you two. is the conversation more important than the class?” the professor interrupted the whispers.

both jimin and jeongguk shook their head with an apologetic look, to which the professor warily went back to the lesson.

it barely had been five minutes or so before jeongguk turned to jimin, “how was the reading?”

“i passed out after watching it but i had the weirdest of dreams,” jimin whispered back.

“no one cares. did the reading resonate? like did it match with you?”

“ye—”

the professor walked to their desk, slamming the book she was holding on the desk, “mr park, mr jeon kindly leave the class.”

jeongguk went to protest but the professor beat him to it, “not a word, young man. make yourself scarce.”

after exiting the class, the fantastic duo headed to the library lawns as they did not have the next class till another hour.

“okay, now tell me,” jeongguk put his backpack down after sitting on the grass.

“i don’t remember everything exactly but she was talking about reincarnations and past life being incomplete, also some empress or emperor card which represented the energy of libra. i mean, i am a libra. also, a lot of gemini and cancer too.”

“probably your moon and ascendant, which would be unlikely but can be worth a shot. come on, let’s find out,” jeongguk brought out his phone before inputting some details onto a website, “what time were you born?”

“who even thinks about that stuff? i will have to ask my mom.”

“are you waiting for official orders to do so?”

“don’t get smart mouth with me, koo,” jimin narrowed his eyes at his friend before ringing up his mother.

mrs park relayed the information to him after making sure he is not getting into ouija or witchcraft, to which jimin lied that it is for one of his film projects to ease her mind. after jeongguk inserted the birth time, the chart revealed that jimin’s moon and ascendant are indeed gemini and cancer, respectively.

“so, you are telling me that this person who does not even know me did a reading for me specifically?”

“not at all. it is a general reading but some parts only resonate with specific people like the signs did with you. maybe she talked about other aspects that had no correlation with your life.”

jimin grabbed his head, gently massaging his temples, “okay. okay. okay. i guess all that makes sense? i guess, but still it does not answer my questions.”

“maybe you should watch more readings.”

“i guess we can...there’s time for next class...” jimin checked his watch and mumbled unsure, still not sure if he should delve into this unknown realm. is he even ready for it yet?

“stop overthinking and let’s do this,” jeongguk started playing another video from Rei of Light and set the laptop before the two of them.

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“okay, so far the cards emperor, magician, lovers, two of cups, three of cups, tower, moon, fool have come up in all of the videos we watched,” jimin finally spoke after finishing the seventh video they were watching.

“also, for the time frame spring and autumn shows up. also someone with a vivid and artsy imagination,” jeongguk added, reading from the piece of paper he had noted it down on. midway through watching the readings, the duo realized that in almost every reading jimin was choosing, most of the cards were being repeated.

“also the yin-yang card and 11:11 timestamp also showed up in the cards a lot. how does any of that make sense though? like what about it?”

“wait, wait, don’t lose hope. let’s try to formulate all these together,” jeongguk took the pencil tucked above his earlobe and started making a chart, “so, first emperor card means someone who is older or wise, basically someone who has life experiences. then we have the magician card which means inspired action—”

“also someone who has heightened manifesting abilities,” jimin added.

“right. now three of cups means a party or celebration, being introduced via mutual friends. what else do we have?”

“uh, there’s the tower which is basically a bad rollercoaster ride where everything goes to shit and then the fool which talks about new beginnings,” jimin took the pencil from jeongguk’s hand and started scribbling on the piece of paper, “then the lovers card is about soulmates and so is the 11:11 timestamps, oh! also the two of cups is about twin flame or a serious partnership thingy.”

“so? you are going to meet the love of your life?”

“how is that the answer to why i am getting so many déjà vu moments and the weird ass violent dreams—”

“oh shit” jeongguk cursed under his breath.

“what what what? did you think of something?”

“we missed the 14:15 class!!” jeongguk groaned, clutching his head. he hates professor kwon and if he misses any more of his classes, poor koo is going to fail so bad.

“fuck, what? he is supposed to hand out the end-sem assignment topics today,” jimin hurried to his feet, gathering his bag.

“it’s 14:40. we already missed it and you are dreaming if you think kwon is going to allow you in so late.”

the bag latched at the edge of jimin’s shoulder dropped down to the ground when his shoulders drooped, owing to the realization that they had, in fact, missed the class and there is no going back.

“i don’t think we can be friends anymore,” jimin gave jeongguk a solemn look after sitting back down.

jeongguk, who had lied down on the grass by then, closed his eyes, “you would be lost without me.”

“everyone likes to think that way,” jimin lied down as well, letting his back rest against the maple tree.

“go ahead, walk away.”

“mm, i will, after watching you fail in kwon’s class.”

“i will ace it.”

“right. sure. definitely you will. i totally believe that.”

the duo shared a light chuckle before a comfortable silence took over the environment.

“my sleep paralysis is getting worse. a few nights ago, taehyung told me that i was sleep-talking too,” jimin broke the silence after a while.

“why don’t you talk to taehyung?”

“he worries too much. i mean they are just dreams.”

“yeah, dreams which are fucking you up.”

“well, it’s not that bad...”

jeongguk opened his eyes and turned on his side, towards jimin, “stop downplaying it.”

“leave it. i am going back to the dorm.”

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April 16, 2022

jimin woke up in a cold sweat to his phone blaring in the middle of the night. he sat up at once, the back of his tank vest sticking to his skin owing to perspiration. he stared at his hands, they had both turned red and were sweating profusely. he was stuck in a bad dream and could not wake himself up. thankfully, his phone started ringing which brought him back. remembering the blaring call, jimin grabbed his phone but it had stopped ringing. he meant to keep it away, however, it started ringing again.

the insufferable jeon jeongguk.

“hey,” jimin heaved out, his heart still beating rapidly.

“woah, are you okay?” jeongguk’s excitement dampened to a worried tone.

“yeah, yeah. what happened?”

“bro, we got a free personal tarot reading with Rei of Light.”

“what?!” jimin’s voice went one octave higher.

“fuck yeah, okay listen — in her last video, she was picking random commenters for a free personal tarot reading giveaway since she reached a subscriber milestone. i commented and she replied on the comment that i have been selected!!”

“are you sure it’s her? could be an imposter too?”

“nope, i checked. it’s her. she has provided her mail and asked me to send her the convenient time to do the reading.”

“oh. sounds good, i guess.”

“stop second-guessing and just agree already. when are you free?”

“what day it is today?”

“16th april.”

“ahha, saturday then tomo — wait, remember in one of her readings, she had said that something significant is going to happen when the moon is in libra and that was in april, right?”

“yeah, i remember. wait, let me check once again,” jeongguk quickly checked with google before placing the phone back over his ear, “fuck. the full moon in libra is in april 16.”

“this is creepy...” jimin trailed off, feeling chills down his spine thinking about the vivid dream he just woke up from, trying to remember the whole dream but his mind replayed the same bits and pieces like a broken record.

“it’s not! it was meant to be! she could have replied tomorrow or yesterday but she replied today! it has to mean something.”

“like what?”

“that tomorrow you are meeting her and getting the personal tarot reading.”

“and how will that fix anything?”

“jimin. park jimin. dumbass. park dumbass. you are too fixated on finding an answer. it’s not always about an answer.”

“are you high?”

“unrelated, irrelevant and nothing you can prove. so, i am fixing the appointment with her for tomorrow. bye.”

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around late afternoon on a beautiful sunday, you were sat at the cafe two streets away from kyunghee university. they had a system of booths which was obscured and hence would not permit prying eyes to judge your craft. it felt like a decent place for a one-to-one reading, although now in hindsight, what if the person is a serial killer? no one would even be able to know for some time if the person just kills you and walks out. maybe you should do some vocal warm-ups to free up your throat in case the person tries to drive the knife through your stomach, so you can make a loud enough sound. alternatively, what if the person slits your throat, instead? is this why the Universe showed you the way to spirituality? — yeah, you are definitely a little bit too nervous for this interaction and conjuring up all sorts of idiotic scenarios.

this is the first time you are giving someone a face-to-face offline tarot reading. personally, you do not even think you are that good or if you are even conveying the messages properly. at the next swing of the air conditioner, you could smell your parfum — ‘Portrait of a Lady’ by Frederic Malle wafting around the air and it provided you with some ease as it was something familiar which helped you stay grounded.

you had conveyed the time and location of the meeting to the user “IU is my queen”

around 4 pm? at the ___ cafe, booth number 7

almost as if on cue, you could hear muffled footsteps outside the booth door at exactly 4 pm. quickly fixing your hair and clothes one last time, you brought a smile on your face as the doors slid horizontally to reveal the person on the other side.

it did not take long for your soft smile to fade away on seeing the person stood in front of you.

“have i seen you before?”

i have seen him before but not in this lifetime.

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𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑰𝑰 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

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your hands placed on the table-top were shaking lightly, ears ringing as you felt an oncoming headache the moment the person came into your field of vision.

on the other hand, jimin opened his mouth in the process of saying something but closed it before opening it again to finally verbalise the words, “i was just about to ask that.”

this has happened before. i have seen her before but not in this lifetime.

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around seven months ago, you started the YouTube channel ‘Rei of Light’ after you were convinced that you have enough knowledge, if not much, to finally read for others (and also after you had done so numerous times for family and friends).

unlike most tarot readers, you do not have an endearing story about your tarot journey. it started in quite an unusual way, but i guess we draw inspiration from everywhere.

when you were in middle school, like every other all girls’ school students, your friends group used to go around trying everything. after-schools were strictly reserved for exploration when exams were not near. one day its karaoke, the other it’s a trek, and another day it’s playing games at the arcade. similarly, one day somebody (you cannot exactly remember now who it was) in the group suggested getting a reading from the resident tarot reader at the cafe near school. the lady used to only give readings on tuesday evenings.

after finalising the plan and working out the expenses of getting a reading, your small group headed to the cafe. it was decided that all of you would get a group because none of you had enough funds for individual readings.

it was easy to locate the lady, although she was not wearing any eccentric clothes or any other imagery (as you had expected, no thanks to the inaccurate media portrayals) but there was just something about her that you could easily recognise that yep, that’s her.

the lady was sat at a table in the corner, shuffling a deck of cards, with imagery different than playing cards, effortlessly between her fingers — the sound created was satisfying — it really drew you in. you could almost fall asleep listening to that uninterrupted shuffling, it had such a lulling effect.

after your little group got seated in front of her, she wordlessly kept shuffling the cards before spreading them out on the table-top face down.

“pick ten cards. two each,” she spoke up and smiled for the first time that evening. her arms now resting near her thighs as she leaned back to let you and your friends choose — her aura was warm and very welcoming.

the imagery at the back of the cards were all the same so there was nothing that visually attracted you, but you were the first one to pull out two cards from the pile — you segregated them from the rest of the pile neatly and set them aside as you waited for your friends to take their pick — following your lead, they did the same.

“interesting,” the lady mumbled, her eyes at you before she sat up straighter and checked the two cards that you had picked.

“did i do something wrong?”

“absolutely not, dear. rather, you have an interesting future ahead,” she placed the two cards back down, this time face up, “the moon and the star. beautiful celestial bodies — such a precious energy.”

your meek eyes were quick to catch that both the cards had the numbers 17 and 18 on them, like in a sequence. the joy of hearing ‘the moon’ did not linger when you were confronted by the imagery on ‘the moon’ card. the moon was depicted more like the sun and instead of basking in its eternal beauty, it rather looked perplexed and deep in thoughts, like something was wrong or something was not adding up. in contrast, the star card was visually emotionless and had a big star on the top and underneath it, a lady pouring water on the ground and in the waterbody in front of her; it seemed paradoxical. *

* [the imagery is based on the rider waite tarot cards]

“they don’t look happy.”

“you are not wrong but let me tell you, from what i can feel of this energy here, for you it’s going to turn out happy.”

“but what does it mean?”

the lady chuckled, “you know most people come to me to hear good things and don’t really care about symbolism, but you are one of the rare cuties who ask what it means. well, the moon refers to a number of things but for you it means that you should pay more attention to your dreams—”

“—my dreams?”

“—yes, your dreams. for the past few reincarnations, your soul has suffered from a pain it could not bear but had to shoulder time and again but not anymore. this time, the moon has completed its rotation and become full — you will get what is meant to be yours.”

“i-i don’t understand.”

“i am afraid i have to get to your friends. our time is almost over.”

you went to protest and ask more questions but chose to keep quiet instead. however, none of it still made sense. you are not one prone to bad dreams, you cannot even remember the last upsetting dream you had. later in the day when you reached home, all you could fixate on was reading up the various meanings of the two tarot cards. notwithstanding which version you read, none of them seemed to have a correlation to you, your life, or your situation.

“maybe the lady was wrong.” became your mantra as you dedicated all your free time to reading up on tarot and watching tarot videos. for christmas that year, you saved up money and bought your first tarot deck — rider waite and thus started your spiritual journey.

it was probably at the age of sixteen onwards when you started having nightmares — it all consisted of losing a person to an accident, or to a disease or knowing that they have not reincarnated in that life with you and then having to live out the rest of your life without them. your soul felt like it was inexplicably interconnected with the other soul, it would even tug at your chest and you would almost always wake up with tears flowing incessantly from your eyes and a deep-rooted heartache — the type which usually means you are having a heart attack. it would be next to impossible to get you to stop crying or clutching at your chest as if it would ease the pain somehow, but your parents know after getting checked by a number of top-rated cardiologists in the country, it was not a heart attack but just a heartache, painful one at that. maybe you were just meant to feel the pain but again you did not know ‘why?’. the dreams scared you of something you have never faced before, they stressed you out to the point that you were scared of falling asleep — afraid of putting yourself through that same pain again.

disturbed, stressed, anxious — you tried to delve deeper into the spiritual world. you tried reading up on witchcraft, spells, the various schools of religion, and of course tarot but all that it yielded was a rapid decline in your grades to the extent that your parents were called in and informed that you would be expelled if you were to maintain such negligible scores.

it took your parents taking away your phone, access to internet, your tarot decks and other resources you had piled up on, to finally get you some much needed headspace.

the dreams slowly stopped becoming so violent when you swallowed the fact that everything cannot be possibly explained at the very moment. the dreams seemed to have changed their version with time — earlier it used to be just you going through the heartbreak and left alone to shoulder the pain but lately, you find a soft hand extended towards you; when you are at your lowest, this hand pops up in the dreams and when you hold it, it helps bring you back to your feet. you do see a face in the dreams but it’s not a face that you have ever encountered in real life nor can you describe it once you wake up. it seemed to be another thing that your mind was ready to fixate on but instead you shook your head and understood that things need time to be played out, they require the time to bloom and become the proper blessings that you are supposed to receive and enjoy in this lifetime. so, you took a step back, deep breath in and out and let the cards play themselves out. [pun intended]

now in your early twenties, majoring in history in one of the top colleges of the country, you have a clearer conscience which is not constantly overburdened with the urge to know every answer out there. you will know when it is time. you still hold the reins to your life — bleach your hair as it pleases in the obnoxious colour that tickles your fancy, adding more piercings or tattoos, partying till late and then pulling a decent grade in a major that interests you — but in terms of spirituality, you let your spirit guides lead the way. what is meant to be yours, will be yours at the right time.

after finishing your elective three months ancient practices course in india, you were introduced to the possibility that the hand in your dreams might belong to your spirit guide or guardian angel and it made sense, it just made so much sense. a week after you settled back into your dorm, you posted the first tarot reading on your youtube channel because it felt like something that you just had to do.

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𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

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“what shall i get you guys started with?” the waitress smiled as she walked in, breaking the silence that had seeped in when your lucky subscriber walked in.

you lowered your gaze breaking the eye-contact as you gently cleared your throat. jimin, also, touched the back of his neck shyly before taking the seat in front of you.

“i will have a lemonade, please.”

“make it two,” jimin put down the menu which he had just picked up.

the waitress smiled, noting it down and walked out, leaving the two of you alone.

“um, let’s just get started, okay? can i get your name?” your voice came out softer than you intended to, almost like you were trying to unconsciously appeal to him.

“yeah, i guess. i’m jimin. also, i didn’t catch your name.”

“it’s y/n,” you mumbled, hands too busy shuffling the cards to ease the anxiety that you felt from the earlier incident. he is the perfect stranger; you have never known anyone with the name jimin nor have you ever seen this guy before and yet you can swear you know him too well.

you tried to channel your focus back to the cards and had barely begun to shuffle the transparent tarot deck when four cards flew right out and landed onto the table. pouting a little, you continued and drew out two more cards to complete the tarot part of the reading. when you tried to pick up the cards, owing to your short nails you could not grip the edge of the cards to flip them over.

the corner of jimin’s lips turned up ever so slightly as he tried to stifle his chuckle, he did not mean to be offensive in any way but it was just endearing to watch you struggle at picking up the cards. deciding to put you out of your misery, jimin grabbed the cards and put them face forward on the table.

you were ready to cry, honestly. this is the first time that you are giving one of your subscribers a personal reading and everything that can possibly gone wrong, has. first the awkward encounter, then you meant to show off a bit with your shuffling skills which was watered down by the spirits throwing the cards at your face and then you struggled to even pick up the cards. the cards that you handle almost every single day! how embarrassing.

you cleared your throat again, swallowing your tears this time before regaining your composure. usually you start with small talk as you like to make the other person feel comfortable but today you just anxiously skipped to the reading — wanting it to be over soon. although it is supposed to be a big deal, but your mind kept leaping back to the previous mishap, your feet tapping against the floor in a constant rhythmic manner. it feels both wrong and the rightest thing that has ever happened in your life.

“the best thing about this deck is that you can pile the cards to form a new imagery” [you put the first three cards on top of each other to form a unified imagery] “we have ten of cups, three of cups, justice,” [you put the fourth card aside separately] “and the moon.” and there it is, your heart has started aching again. it is feeble but you can feel it clearly at the bottom of your chest, pulsing throughout your heart. you have always shared this bittersweet relation with the moon but this is the first time that you have started feeling the good ol’ heartache just because the card showed up in a reading, a reading for someone else.

“are you okay?” jimin asked upon noticing the grimace on your face.

“oh, absolutely!” you turned your frown to a grin, “looks like we have a love situation here, jimin.” [you kept stacking the three cards as neatly as possibly, brushing fingers over the imagery of the cups gently] “the three of cups makes me think of a celebration, look at these three figures clinking their cups together like they are harmonising ‘cheeers!’ it doesn’t necessarily have to be a grand party, it can be an intimate get together too but it feels like you are introduced to the other person through a mutual person. now with the justice card it makes me think that whoever this other person is, they are going to be your perfect half and your intellectual and emotional equal who will balance you out. also, it is related to the signs of libra and gemini—”

“— i am a libra sun with a gemini moon,” jimin spoke in-between.

“oh! you know your signs, that’s nice. well, the signs are just an extra layer of confirmation which can mean that you are on the right path keep going! the ten of cups is a happy card, it symbolises a happy long term emotional commitment. [you point to the two figures sharing the cups] notice how the two figures are in an embracing position? like they are just happy and celebrating how many cups they have! if you are not looking for a relationship then it works just fine with colleagues or new friendships but it is a card which talks about fruitful companionship, something that will fulfil both the parties involved and even convert to marriage or a successful partnership.”

“is it weird that every time i watch any of your readings or even any other tarot reader’s video, i always get most of these cards. like they always somehow show up with the same messages.”

“not weird at all. it just means this is an urgent message that spirit wants you to know.”

“but everything that i am going through have nothing to do with a relationship.”

“maybe you are not able to see the bigger picture.”

“i like that. please, continue, i am sorry i interrupted,” jimin admitted sheepishly, before drinking some of the lemonade.

“not at all. this is a conversation. so, moving on — ah the moon... i will get a clarifier for this,” [you shuffle the rider waite tarot deck and shortly ‘the star’ card flies out from the deck] “oh great,” you mumbled. the Universe is messing with you, right? the same two cards that you had received in your first reading, the same two cards which is the reason why you are sitting here today doing tarot readings.

“what? is this a bad combination?” jimin asked as you quieted down.

“no, actually,” [you start speaking subconsciously] “you should refer to your dreams, if you had any significant ones. it seems like for the past few reincarnations, your soul has suffered from a pain it could not bear but had to shoulder time and again but not anymore. this time, the moon has completed its rotation and become full — you will get what is meant to be yours.”

your throat felt extremely parched all of a sudden — the realization that you narrated that lady’s interpretation of the cards without thinking twice but the interpretation seems to fit jimin’s situation too because you do not feel like you said anything wrong. grabbing the glass of lemonade, you chugged it down in one go.

“i am so sorry — okay, so lastly for the tarot cards we have the tower and death. mm, it’s a nice combo. they go pretty well as the tower deals with a significant event in your life where it felt like everything just crashed down, your dreams, aspirations — but it feels like you have passed your tower moment, maybe you are still in the process of healing yourself but since we also have the death card which represents the end of a cycle so that gives space for a new cycle — a happier cycle to start.”

“like the page of wands.”

your eyes turned to him in a flash as you did not expect him to know much about cards, “wow, you know your cards.”

jimin let a chuckle, “a few months ago i fell down the rabbit hole of tarot looking for answers.”

“did you find your answers?”

“not the ones i wanted but i did get some, very strong ones certainly.”

you chuckled this time, “it do be like that sometimes. don’t worry, tarot is all about interpretations and perspectives. maybe at the moment it didn’t make sense because we might not be looking at it the right way, but it will all add up.”

“alright, for the oracle part we will take three cards to get any additional information,” [you shuffle the starseed oracle deck] “we have ‘new earth’, ‘all paths lead home’ and for the last one” [two cards fall out of the deck] “— oops, two cards fell out. guess, i will take them. it’s the ‘courageous pony’ and ‘deep cellular healing’.”

“alright, so ‘new earth’ means that things are unfolding as they should so don’t give up now. you are on the right path — i feel like i have said this three times already — [light chuckle] you are closer to uncovering the truth than you think. for the ‘all paths lead home’ — this is funny, remember how you said you turned to tarot because you wanted answers? well spirit, through this card, is asking you to look within, your soul has all the answers you need. your soul feels like it has seen and felt a lot of things, definitely an old soul. next, the ‘courageous pony’ is asking you to be more outspoken, don’t try to bury all your thoughts deep within. maybe you have become habituated with burying things deep down but it is time to break free from that habit. talk with your friends, or your family and let it all out. and finally, affirming what i said earlier — ‘deep cellular healing’ is about healing your wounds, healing your inner child, doing shadow work to clear your conscience, so you can focus on new things than being stuck in the past.”

jimin’s eyes turned glassy as your words deeply comforted him, he had absolutely no idea what the messages even pertained to but just being talked to in a manner — in the manner that the person on the other side understands him or, at the very least, has a vague idea of the predicament he is in — he feels comforted. a feeling that had been missing from his life for a long time.

you kept smiling nervously, waiting for jimin to say something — anything but when his lips finally parted to let a sound out, his phone started ringing — breaking the veil of uncomfortable silence.

jimin’s eyes quickly fleeted to the blaring phone kept on the table-top, his glassy eyes drying up in a beat as he silenced the incoming call from the insufferable jeon jeongguk, “sorry about that. thank you so much for the reading. i-um, i am sorry but i am at a loss of words and i feel like i am doing you a disservice with this stupid feedback to such an enlightening reading, but my mind is just all over the place.”

you frowned a little, “hey, look at me. it’s alright, you know? it’s alright to feel that way.”

he nodded, grabbing his phone as he scurried to his feet, “i will be taking your leave. thank you again for the reading! i know it doesn’t seem like so, but it has helped me greatly.”

before you could bid goodbye, jimin walked out in a hurry. his face had the same grimace over his ethereal features like you had when you felt the heartache. as he left, you felt a sense of emptiness surround you. your ears weren’t ringing anymore nor was there any dull heartache lurking around. breaking out of your trance, you left the booth too to catch one last glimpse of the perfect stranger, but he had left already. you looked around the cafe; buzzing with people, couples, teenagers but your perfect stranger was nowhere to be seen. sighing, you went to collect the bill, but the waitress let you know that mr park had paid for it already.

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jimin crossed the road, speed-walking back to his dorm at the kyunghee campus. he was feeling the same overwhelming feeling that he did when his father passed away two years ago in a car accident. a dread took over him, he felt like he was about to throw up and none of that made any sense. meeting you — it was such an amazing experience, but his mind was flooded with colourless memories of a distant past where he lost someone close to his heart, someone who’s hands resembled yours, the same hands that slipped away from his. the memories weren’t his, they cannot possibly be his because he has never gone through something like that. the colourless memories blended with the recent memories of losing his father, causing his face to lose all colour altogether as he stumbled at his room finally.

placing his hand on the doorknob with the plea to twist it open, he lost his balance and passed out at the threshold with a muffled thud.

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luckily, taehyung was still in the dorm and upon hearing the crashing sound and discovering his best friend in such a state, he rushed jimin inside.

once he successfully got his friend on the bed, taehyung tried to shake jimin awake but to no avail. he quickly grabbed a bottle of water and sprinkled some over jimin’s face which seemed to do the trick as jimin’s eye crinkled open.

upon regaining consciousness, jimin sat up at once, grabbing taehyung’s shirt as tightly as possible, “it was so dark, fuck it was so dark.”

“jiminie it’s me. you’re okay. nothing happened. here, drink some water,” taehyung sat at the foot of the bed after handing the bottle of water to his friend.

jimin took a few sips before balling up on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. he could hear taehyung asking what happened and about his whereabouts but slowly the voice seemed to grow distant like it was coming from another room, another building, another reality — as a strange tiredness took over him, his eyes drooping close, ensuing a dream.

taehyung stopped enquiring further when he was met with silence. at first it alarmed him ‘cause he thought jimin blacked out again but when the non-rhythmic snores of his friend reached his ears, he visibly calmed down, letting a sigh he did not know he was holding on to.

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jimin woke up in the middle of the night.

everything outside had quieted down, the blinds were drawn closely, not allowing any moonlight in. he sat up and noticed that taehyung was also sleeping on the same bed, poor thing must have been worried sick.

jimin looked around for his phone to check the time — it was 03:47am and the only sound he could hear was taehyung’s soft rhythmic breathing. jimin felt so fresh, so energetic like a wave of stamina had washed over him but all he wanted to do was talk, he badly needed to talk. waking taehyung up seemed like a bad choice because he must have fallen asleep worried whereas namjoon sleeps early. he tried calling jeongguk but his cell was unreachable for some reason. he got off the bed carefully before walking to the windows. moving aside the blinds a bit, his eyes were able to trace out the beautiful moon in the sky.

first he felt overwhelmed and now he felt frustrated because finally he was ready — or at least he thinks he was — to talk, talk about his father passing away and how much it affected him so much to the point that he just sat at home for two years — burdened with new responsibilities to support his mother and brother. he forced himself to swallow all the tears and held his composure day in and out for the sake of his mother. he was supposed to go study film and multimedia at sungkyunkwan university that fall but he dropped out and took up odd jobs till his mother recovered and resumed the flower shop business that his mother along with his now gone father had dearly curated. two years passed by in the blink of an eye as jimin was in a constant state before his mom finally pushed him to pursue higher education and join his friends. jimin was against the idea because he wanted to be there for his mom, his mom and brother were all he had left now, and life had certainly proved to be so unpredictable.

taehyung took it upon himself to furnish all the formalities when jimin’s mom contacted her son’s best friend. he submitted the forms, took care of the dorm room arrangements, inter alia before jimin finally joined him after leaving busan following the two years living in a fog-like state.

jimin opened instagram and navigated to your profile before clicking on the ‘message’ option after debating on it for a few minutes. his eyes were stuck to your profile picture, your smile was absolutely infectious, and he swears you look the best in the blue dress that he gifted you — he zoned out again before finally typing out everything that was on his mind. he mentioned how he thinks that he has gone through the tower moment of his life — his father’s untimely demise — and is ready for a new beginning. that he felt anew after receiving the beautiful reading from such a beautiful person inside and out. yes, yes, he is sort of flirting, but you are the perfect stranger. you have over a 10k followers, and it is so unlikely that you would even check his direct message — it would be pushed down under the sea of messages you must be receiving on a daily basis. furthermore, neither his username nor his profile name has his real name on there, additionally his profile picture is an anime one so you would not even know it is him.

debating over it for a few seconds before clicking on the arrow at the left of the text box, jimin locked his phone and went back to sleep feeling better.

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“so, what happened yesterday?” jeongguk asked after the morning class ended and the duo headed to the canteen.

“nothing!” jimin was beaming. he felt so free, so light — from what — he does not know but he ain’t complaining about it either.

“uh-huh, taehyung was saying that you blacked out last night. also, you hadn’t taken my call last day.”

“because your dumbass called while i was still talking y/n.”

“y/n?”

“the creator behind Rei of Light.”

jeongguk’s jaw fell open, “you dawg! so you did go to the reading but did not think of letting me know!?!?!?!”

jimin chuckled and stood in the queue to order a cup of coffee. jeongguk took place behind him and nudged him forward, pleading that the older male tell him every last bit of the details. losing his balance, jimin stumbled forward — grazing the person in front of him.

“shit. i am sorry!” jimin blurted out.

the person turned back, ready to forgive the polite intruder when their eyes met — for the second time. your smile faltered at recognising the man — the man who had lent his hand to you last night in your dreams — finally you have a face to the person, and it is this man who is standing in front of you, jimin.

“hi, jimin,” you let out a breathy greeting.

“hi, y/n,” jimin replied with the same fervour.

jeongguk watched you two just staring at each other so he cleared his throat, “ahem. i will see you in class.”

“in class?”

“yes, in class in an hour?”

“in an hour?”

“yes,” jeongguk walked away shortly to give you two some privacy.

grabbing a pair of iced cafe lattes, you two walked to one of the empty tables. however, neither of you said a word before you remembered his texts last night.

“i read your texts from last night.”

“my tex— wait, you saw them?? and you knew it was from me?”

“yeah, i cannot explain how but i just knew that it was you, i wanted to reply to you but i was running late for class so kept it on hold to reply properly.”

“uh, you don’t really have to reply. i just needed to vent, i guess.”

you nodded, “although i will admit that i was surprised it is an anime fan account. thought it would be an IU fan account.”

“IU fan account?”

“yeah, your youtube handle is IU is my queen, right?”

jimin laughed, “oh, that was my friend, jeongguk’s profile. he had won the giveaway actually, but he claimed it was for me and forced me to go.”

“oh? what a weird series of coincidences.”

“anyways, i am sorry again for unloading on you like that. i really needed to talk but had no one at the moment.”

“not at all, i would like to think that you had me,” you smiled.

jimin nodded, smiling fondly, “so, you study here?”

“yes, i am from the history faculty.”

“it’s the other campus, right?”

“yeah. okay, funny story; i was supposed to meet my friend who studies film making in your building but after i reached here, she cancelled last moment. i thought oh well, might as well get a drink for my way back.”

“truly a weird series of coincidences.”

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“hi, i am sorry but i will be stealing this dumbass,” jeongguk appeared like the devil, “kwon’s class started five minutes ago, let’s go.”

“koo, that’s rude. you go ahead, i don’t think i will attend today.”

“no, please go to your class. i don’t want you to stay back because of me.”

“yes, thank you for speaking some sense,” jeongguk feigned a sarcastic smile at you before turning to his friend, “today is the class test, park. no resits.”

“fuck, it’s today?” jimin got to his feet at once, “shit, i am sorry but i have to leave, kwon hates us both.”

you chuckled at the friend duo, “we will talk later.”

jimin grabbed his bag and started walking away but turned back, “can i have your number?”

“yeah, of course. it’s-” you waited as jimin fumbled to take out his phone.

“just take his number, i don’t want to fail ‘cause of him,” jeongguk sighed before reciting the ten-digit cell number of his friend.

“wait, i have to pay for the coffee.”

“actually, no you had paid that day although it was supposed to be a free reading, so it was on me,” you recounted how unfair it was for him to pay.

“there, problem solved, love birds,” jeongguk grabbed jimin’s shirt and dragged the man away.

you heard a distant but enthusiastic bye and could not help but laugh out loud.

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jimin grabbed the blank sheet professor kwon handed out distastefully and took his seat. he took out his phone to put it on silent when a new message appeared on his notifications which immediately put a smile on his face.

+829876543210: all the best. hwaiting! ^~^

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five months later:

“you know, it doesn’t make sense.”

“mm?” jimin turned to you, his index finger tracing out figures to the side of your arm as you are sat on his lap in the dorm.

“out of all the tarot readings that i have received, i was told that my soulmate would be super tall and super handsome. the Universe has scammed me.”

jimin’s eyes narrowed, “oh yeah?” his hands grabbed your sides as he started tickling you. laughing, you toppled on the bed, trying to pry his hands away.

unbeknownst to the pair of you, taehyung had just walked in as jimin got on top of you, still tickling you.

“no no no no, not this again. do you guys have any shame? you asshole, you share this room with me!” taehyung yelled at jimin.

you pushed jimin to the side and sat up, “tae, we are sorry.”

“we are?” jimin sat up too.

“you will be when this goes live on my IG,” jeongguk appeared from behind taehyung, the phone in his hand videotaping the whole ordeal.

jimin laughed as you ran behind jeongguk to grab his phone.

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filthy-kaoss · 3 years ago

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Tony brings his baby kid, peter to the park for the first time and meets other moms or dads

Wow I've been sitting on this for *checks notes* a month and a half, whoops. Got around to finishing touches today and so here you are, finally!

It got long-ish [~2500 words] and you know meeee i had to add a twist c;

de-aging irondad spiderson fic, all fluff, just a lil pinch of angst like salt in a pastry, enjoy

thanks and much love to @shivanessa for looking it over and giving me some quality suggestions c;

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They were fucking around with Pym particles when it happened.

"Shit! Pete?"

Tony pushed chunks of broken glass aside with one foot and stepped closer to the last known location of his teenaged lab partner as the vapor finally began to clear. Finally, Tony found him.

"Uh oh."

The top half of a literal baby, maybe one year old-ish, was poking out of the collar of the shirt Peter had previously been wearing. It looked at its own pudgy hands with an eerie amount of understanding for such a young face. Then it crossed its arms and glared up at Tony.

"Ummmm, next particle shipment is in three days, right, FRIDAY?"

"Affirmative, boss."

The baby flung itself backward, smacking the ground with its arms up in exasperation and defeat. Which really looked weird for a baby to do.

"Tell May I'm keeping Peter until Tuesday and to get him off school Monday. And put an order in for some baby food."

The baby flicked him off and Tony finally lost it, laughing so hard he nearly keeled over.

Peter wasn't used to being so tiny. Everything looked big. His body felt weird, uncoordinated. Like all of his muscle memory was off kilter. He found he couldn't talk, tongue too clumsy to form the words he knew.

Frustration reigned. He was going to be stuck like this for three days. And of course Tony was laughing hysterically about it. Peter knew he would probably find it funny, too, if he wasn't currently going through it. Right now, though, he was stripped of his speech, his agency and his weekend plans and he found no humor in it. Indignant at Tony, Peter wriggled out of his oversized t-shirt and made to crawl away, careless of the bits of broken glass all around him.

Tony's laughter ended abruptly, "Kid, the glass!"

Peter didn't care. His knees got cut up as he kept crawling away, anger muting the pain. He didn't have a plan yet. Maybe crawl all the way to his room, under his bed, curl up and throw himself a pity party. Alone. Yeah, that sounded pretty good. He made for the door of the lab-

-and was scooped up by two big hands around his middle. Peter let out an indignant wail as his limbs lost contact with the floor, flailing uselessly.

"Kid, calm down!"

With some difficulty, Tony rearranged the squirming baby to face him, holding him up and away from himself as Peter kicked the air.

"Hey! Stop that!" Tony shook him lightly, "Hold still and listen would you, Pete?" Peter went limp after one final kick and pouted valiantly.

“It’s only three days, so stop being a baby about it.” Peter glared at him. Tony tried really hard not to laugh, and mostly failed.

“Look, I’ve got you, okay, kid? It’s gonna be fine. Just work with me here. And please don’t go crawling through glass, for fuck’s sake.”

Tony walked them over to the first aid kit.

“Now, I’m patching you up. Are you gonna cooperate?” Peter rolled his eyes but nodded. He’d calmed a little, and his knees were starting to sting.

“DUM-E, blood on my floor, handle it. Glass, too.” He called absently. The bot chirped and wheeled over to comply.

Tony found some clean scrap fabric– spider suit fabric, coincidentally– to sit Peter on so he wouldn’t be directly on the cold metal workshop table. He picked a few tiny bits of glass out of the small cuts with sterile forceps from the kit. Fortunately, the wounds were shallow, only from scrapes against small sharp pieces. Still, Tony frowned. Sure, he’d seen the kid hurt worse before and come out okay– granted it still sucked every time– but to see him bleeding as a literal one-year-old baby was a new kind of disturbing. Peter was always getting hurt on his watch.

Soon the glass was all removed, the wounds cleaned and bandaged. Tony stood Peter up on the table.

“Sit tight. Do not fall, got it?” Tony narrowed his eyes at him, pointing, “just, don’t even move. Heaven knows this workshop isn’t baby proofed.”

Peter rolled his eyes, then simply stared back with crossed arms.

Tony swiped the scrap of fabric and slowly stepped over to a different table, eyes still on Peter. He feinted looking away slowly only to snap back to Peter, as if the kid was going to move as soon as he took his eyes off him just to be contrary.

Tony grabbed a laser tool and with a few folds, trims and laser stitchings, fashioned some simple underwear.

“Underoos for Underoos!” He declared, holding them up with a grin.

Peter fought his smile but Tony saw it.

Once Peter was no longer in his birthday suit he thanked Tony with a simple gesture, fingers touching his own chin and then extending forward with the palm up. Tony had been the one to introduce him to some american sign language and he was glad he knew some basic expressions he could use in this situation. Tony mirrored the gesture in acknowledgement.

“So, you’re understanding everything, right? But you can’t talk?” Tony asked.

The kid nodded. For a moment he attempted to say something, but managed little more than humming and babbling. He shook his head and pointed toward a nearby monitor, made a grabbing gesture at it. Tony pulled it over for him.

Peter pulled up a keyboard interface and set to pointer-finger typing. Even this was tricky. Mentally he knew where the letters were but his fingers fumbled often, and being literally smaller than he was used to wasn’t helping either. Eventually his message was finished: remember everything but muscle memory reset

“Huh. Okay, we can work with that.”

Tony tapped his chin thoughtfully and meandered over toward the pile of Peter’s teen sized clothes. He picked them up, shook the glass from them in DUM-E’s general direction and laid them on one of the tables to deal with later. He grabbed Peter’s nanoparticle housing unit which he usually wore at his belt.

Tony sat in the office chair by some of his programming consoles, placing the housing unit into a receptacle at the workstation.

“FRI, get with Karen and desync abooouuut 10 moles worth of nanites from the Iron Spider, then copy over the wrist holo display and UI to the new sub-unit. And pull up a copy of the mother code for me. Relabel it…” Tony spun in the chair to look at the baby sitting on a table as he casually swung his legs, looking at something in his little hands, “Spider-baby protocol.”

Peter took the screwdriver he’d been fidgeting with and threw it in Tony’s general direction.

It sailed across the room much faster than Peter had intended, Tony ducking away from it as it flew past his head and impaled itself into one of his glass displays, which promptly flickered out. Tony hadn’t quite been directly in the line of fire, but if he had…

Tony turned his shocked gaze away from the cracked display back to the kid, who’s wide eyes and hand over his open mouth screamed ‘oh shit.’

“Jesus Christ, kid. Can we not, with the attempted murder?”

Peter signed ‘sorry,’ rubbing his heart three times clockwise with a closed fist, gaze serious and somber.

“Apology accepted.”

Then Peter realized what had happened, and what it meant, eyes widening again. His eyes flicked to his own designated work table, where one of his web-shooters was half disassembled, but the other was still untouched. He glanced back at Tony, calculating.

Tony recognized the mischievous gleam in his eye.

“No. No! Don’t even think about it– Peter!”

Peter had slipped off the table and dropped to land on his feet– wow, he was small now. He took half a second to refamiliarize with his balance before padding over to his work table.

“Do not-”

Tony was halfway to him when Peter hopped to reach over the edge of the table and grab the web-shooter. He quickly flicked it against his wrist where it automatically attached itself.

“Your skull is not hard enough right now to be swinging around!”

Tony was reaching out to grab for him just as Peter shot a web at the ceiling and yanked himself airborne with a gleeful shriek. He stuck to the ceiling for a moment, looking back at Tony all the way down on the floor.

“Get down here!”

Peter didn’t. Instead he scuttled around the ceiling and swung from the rafters, cackling all the while.

Tony tapped his arc reactor twice.

⎊⎊⎊

“Stop squirming!”

“What’s going on here?”

Peter and Tony froze, turning to see Pepper had just stepped into the workshop, a folder in her hand.

Tony, wearing one nanotech gauntlet and both boots, was hovering near the ceiling. Peter dangled upside down from his leg currently clutched in Tony’s gauntlet, the web-shooter confiscated in Tony’s other hand.

“Um. This still isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.”

“Is that a baby?”

⎊⎊⎊

After they’d spent some time figuring things out, Tony took Peter to the park.

It was a sunny afternoon. The kid was nestled into one of Morgan’s older strollers and Tony was dressed discreetly: hoodie, hat and a pair of less flashy (but no less teched out) sunglasses. Peter was holding an Iron Man plush (Tony had offered him a Spider-man one and Peter had pointed at this one instead. Tony had had to hide his face for a minute after that.) and wiggling his feet as Tony rolled him along.

Peter plucked a flower from a bush as they passed. He held it close to his face to examine it. It was still strange being so small again. His own fingers were tiny, the petals looked huge cupped in his hand. Suddenly a bee perched on his flower. He watched it work through the pollen, fascinated, until it flew off again. He watched it go.

“Mind if we stop a bit?” Tony rolled Peter up to a bench in front of a fountain. Peter poked at the band on his wrist. The word ‘okay’ appeared on the display of Tony’s sunglasses, so he took a seat on the bench.

There were ducks floating in the fountain, pigeons on the paths, little sparrows, too. People passed by walking, jogging, biking. There were dogs of all shapes and sizes.

A droplet symbol appeared on Tony’s glasses and he immediately grabbed the cup from the holder in the stroller handle and placed it in the holder next to Peter. The kid signed his thanks and grabbed the cup to drink.

“Oh, what an angel!”

Tony glanced toward the woman who was settling on the other end of the bench, a stroller and (sleeping) baby of her own parked beside her.

“He sure is.” Tony said with a bit of a smirk. Peter was a good kid, but he was also a little gremlin who’d given him the runaround for the better part of the morning. The woman gleaned none of his tone.

“How old is he?”

“Oh, 15,” Tony met Peter’s eyes, “months.” The kid’s eye twitched. He poked at his wristband. ‘16*’ appeared on Tony’s glasses. Tony grinned.

The woman cooed. “This one here is almost two years. Is he your first?”

“Second. I have a little girl, too.” Tony said warmly.

The woman’s gushy answer was interrupted by her baby waking up and fussing. Attention immediately drawn, she fawned over them and set them up with a bottle of formula. In the meantime, Peter asked for a snack via his bracelet, a fish symbol appearing on Tony’s glasses. Tony pulled out a container, unscrewed the lid and set it in front of the kid, who happily munched on the goldfish crackers with his few teeth.

Once her baby settled, the woman glanced back over. She'd been about to speak but stopped as she did a double take at Peter. The baby was easily popping crackers into his mouth, distinctly making no mess while her own baby– ‘older’ than him– was already drooling milk on themself.

Peter returned the woman’s stare, making eye contact for several seconds. Without looking away he pushed the empty container toward Tony. As Tony took it back, Peter turned to sign his thanks, and Tony mirrored it with a soft smile. The woman gaped.

Peter sent a pedestrian walking symbol to Tony’s glasses.

Tony smiled casually at the woman’s flabbergasted expression, “Yeah, my little genius, this one. Well, time for us to get going.”

The woman watched them go. She saw them pause for a moment in front of a busker playing violin. She watched as the child dropped a flower into the violin case and the father chuckled and tossed in a few bills.

She shook her head, bafflement giving way to a small smile as she dabbed at her own little angel’s chin.

⎊⎊⎊

Peter crashed hard after their outing, accelerated metabolism and tiny body catching up to him. Minutes after Tony got some more substantial, but very mushy, food into him he all but passed out.

Tony brought him to his room in the tower and settled him carefully into his bed. He spent a good twenty minutes rigging a railing system that would activate if Peter got close to the edge of the relatively huge bed, and set FRIDAY to monitoring.

With one last fond look at his tiny spiderling, sleeping soundly, Tony gently shut the door.

⎊⎊⎊

When Peter wakes up he doesn't know where he is. Dark and unfamiliar shapes, covered in inky blackness, loom over him. His body feels strange. His heart feels like it's hammering faster than it should be, even stressed, and with his heightened hearing it's the loudest thing in the room.

He knows he should be somewhere in the tower, that's what would make sense, and so he calls for FRIDAY. Except his mouth doesn't move right, tongue twisting and lips lagging, so the sound he produces is more a mangled groan than a word. It's wrong. He must have been drugged. He must be having a stroke.

He cries out, and the fact that the sound he emits is that of a crying baby only adds to his upset.

Suddenly, warm light pours over him as a door opens. He recognizes Tony as soon as he enters, his bare footsteps urgent but soft on the carpet. The mere sight of him is a relief to Peter, though remnants of his distress still linger.

Tony picks him right up and pulls him against his chest where Peter immediately clings to his black tank top. A kiss is pressed to the top of Peter's head and everything about the man's presence is a comfort. Tony's arms, strong, huge, wrap gently and completely around him, all-encompassing. He's warm and he smells familiar. Ear to Tony's chest, Peter hears his voice hum soothing all around him, his heart beating calm and steady.

Peter is so relaxed he barely notices when Tony shifts to sit and then to lie down in Peter's bed, the kid still glued to his chest. Tony's hand cradles the boy's head, running through the feather soft hair there as they both drift to sleep.

#irondad #spiderson #tony stark #fic #prompt #fluff #peter parker #iron man #spider-man #de-aging #comfort #spider-baby lab shenanigans #one of these days i'll get around to posting these prompt things to my ao3

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3,779 words later, I present you with this;

A Destiny 2 x FNaF Crossover fic, as well as a Sun & Moon x reader fic

The Traveler's Celestial Guardians

You nudged the body of a Fallen Vandal with the toe of your boot, keeping your rifle ready to shoot at the slightest sign of life. Luckily the Vandal was dead, and with a sigh of relief you lowered your rifle and removed your helmet.

You were a guardian, resurrected by the Traveler to protect the last of humanity from the threats of The Darkness. You were brought back approximately 7 months ago, found by your ghost in the burnt down ruins of a pre-Golden Age building. After making it to the Last City you were introduced to the Titan Vanguard, Commander Zavala, and the Warlock Vanguard, Ikora Rey. You had asked where the Hunter Vanguard was only to be met with silence and sullen looks.

After being outfitted with the proper gear and weapons you began your duties as a protector, fighting off the forces of Darkness that threatened to end humanity. After a while, you were sent back to where you had come from as you had been the first Guardian to come from that part of Earth. Your task was to look and see if there were any new guardians, but you always came back empty handed.

You were back at the ruins you were found in, searching around when a band of Fallen jumped you. It was just a small scavenging team, nothing you couldn’t handle, and you dispatched them with ease, aided by your Light. You also were able to wield the power of Darkness in the form of Stasis, which honestly you preferred using, not that you would ever admit to it.

Your ghost materialized over your shoulder, sweeping her eye over the scene. “Efficient as always.” You just nodded, moving to drag the body of the Vandal off to the side as your ghost floated around, scanning various things in the room.

You tossed a Dreg on top of the Vandal, and were about to move another when your ghost got your attention. “Hey Nyx, come check this out.” You sighed, kicking a wire rifle towards the pile of bodies before wandering over to see what your ghost found.

She was hovering in front of some sort of robot, scanning it. “What is that, Hoshi?” You asked, kneeling down in front of the hunched over bot. It was badly singed, but you could faintly make out the yellow colors of its slightly rusted body. It was tall and lanky, and the head sort of looked like a strange, cartoony version of the sun, a creepy static grin plastered across its face. The face molding had a distinct crescent shaped side, colored a slightly darker shade of yellow.

It wore a funny ruffle around its neck, the edges of the fabric burnt and frayed. You couldn’t see the rest of its body very well, but you could tell it was wearing some kind of pants. You hummed as Hoshi completed her scan. “Wow, this predates The Collapse! Actually, it goes back to before The Golden Age…! It belonged to a huge company called… ‘Fazbear Entertainment’.....” She blinked, seeming to look through some data. “Oh wow, they were almost as big as Braytech!! Not as advanced, but their AI technology was incredible…. apparently some of their AI gained sentience. That’s so cool..”

You nodded, starting to move some of the charred metal off the robot. Hoshi moved to the back of its head, scanning over the wires. “Oh, I think I can turn it on! Hang on a sec…” You didn’t pay attention to what she was doing until suddenly the robot sprang to life, causing you to dodge backwards and pull out your rifle.

“H-H-Ho ho ho!!” The robot was easily able to stand since you had moved most of the debris burying it, and now you got a good look at the rest of it. It wore strange, puffy red and yellow striped pants with a ruffle at the waist and curly toed shoes, rusted bells on the end of the toe. Hoshi floated back over to hover behind your shoulder, seeing how you were on edge.

The robot looked around for a moment before its eyes landed on you, and a gasp-like sound came from its glitching voicebox. “Y/n!! Y-y-you’re okay-ay-ay!!” It said, taking a step towards you as it opened its arms. You took a step back and raised your rifle, aiming at the center of its head. It went stiff, dropping its arms. “Y-Y-Y/n? Why do y-ou-ou-ou have a gu-gu-gun?” It asked, tilting its head with a gut wrenching metal-on-metal screech.

You frowned, keeping your weapon trained on the robot. “Listen buddy, I don’t know who you think I am, but that’s not my name. Now I suggest you stay where you are, otherwise I’ll make sure you aren’t salvageable.” You didn’t like being so cruel, but it was calling you a name you had never heard before. You seemed to be saddened by your words as its shoulders sagged, and it sat down on the ground.

“How-ow-ow do you no-no-not recognize me-e-e? I thought-ought-ought you loved us-us-us…” It hung its head, staring at its hands in its lap. Hoshi floated out from behind you a little, her eye trained on the robot.

“What is the last thing you remember?” She asked, getting the robot’s attention and causing it to look up. It looked around, almost in confusion before looking at the little machine floating by your shoulder.

“I remem-mem-member the plex was on fire-ire-ire, and I tried to s-s-save Y/n, but I didn’t-n’t-n’t make it…” It fiddled with the rusted bells on its wrists, running its finger pad along the opening. Hoshi hummed and moved to be in front of you, trying to get a better look at the bot.

“What year did this… ‘plex’ you speak of burn down? Or when was the date when you were last online?” She asked, spinning a few parts of her shell as she spoke.

“Um….. 2035. Why?” It sounded confused, and you immediately shared a look with Hoshi before looking back to the robot.

“That was right before the Traveler entered the Sol system.” You said bluntly, lowering your rifle but not stowing it away. “And you seemed to recognize me. Care to explain a little?” You decided to sit on the ground, making sure you didn’t sit on your cloak.

“Oh! Of course-ourse-ourse! You worked in my day-ay-aycare at the pizzaplex-ex-ex as our assisstant-tant-tant! Shortly before the fire-ire-ire we confess-fess-fessed and….” You held up a hand, making it stop talking.

“What do you mean, ‘our’? Who else is there?” The robot chuckled, static filling the sound.

“Moon, of course!” It fell silent for a moment, as if realizing something. “Wait-ait-ait…. How are you alive-ive-ive?” Hoshi settled on your shoulder, her machinery humming softly. You gestured to her with a small smile.

“I was chosen by the Traveler to become a Guardian. This is my ghost, Hoshi. She found me here in these ruins.” The robot tilted its head, making the awful screeching, grinding wound again.

“S-s-so you were dead-ead-ead, but this Trav-av-aveler you speak of-of-of and that brought-ought-ought you back-ack-ack?” It pointed to Hoshi as it spoke, and she rose off your shoulder with an indignant huff.

“Yes. All Guardians are dead, brought back to life using the Light. Every Guardian has a ghost like me. There are also other ghosts still out there, searching for their Guardian.” Hoshi explained, floating over to the robot, much to your discomfort. You didn’t trust that thing yet…. She scanned it again which seemed to scare it, as it went totally still.

"So you we-we-were brought back t-t-to life?" The robot asked once Hoshi was done scanning it and she made her way back to you. You nodded. "An-an-and that was possible be-be-because of this light?" You nodded again, but before you could speak or react the zap of a wire rifle rang out through the air before making contact with your unprotected head, immediately killing you.

When Hoshi revived you the bot was gone, and you looked around quickly while sliding your helmet back on, seeing that it was- fighting with the Vandal that had shot you? Despite its rusted frame and stiff joints, it still managed to pry the weapon from the Vandal’s claws and toss it to the side while the Fallen’s lower arms scratched at the bots’ torso. The bot hissed in pain and started to grapple with the Vandal, sparks shooting out of the hole that was now torn open on its chest.

You pulled out a sniper rifle and lined up a shot, waiting until the robots head was out of the way before pulling the trigger. The Vandal screeched as the bullet pierced through its skull, a puff of ether being released as it went limp. The robot tossed the dead Fallen off to the side, then looked over at you, giving you a thumbs up before collapsing. You quickly stowed the sniper rifle and ran over, kneeling down next to it.

You had Hoshi scan it, and when she finished she looked at you. “Its AI card is still intact- both of them. What do you want to do…?” You hummed, tracing a finger along the crescent shape of the faceplate.

“Let’s bring it back to the Tower, see if anyone can help fix it up.” You decided, looking up at Hoshi. She dipped in the air as if nodding, and you called your ship out of orbit to load the bot onto it. You really hoped you weren’t going to regret this.

When you got back to the Tower and got the robot off your ship, you were immediately swarmed by people asking about it.

‘What is that?’

‘Where did it come from?’

‘How much will you take for it?’

‘What does it do?’

Eventually you got fed up with all the noise, so you removed your helmet and whistled loudly, getting everyone to fall silent. “I don’t know a lot about this, only that its AI is incredibly advanced to the point of sentience, it needs to be repaired, and it’s not for sale. Please just go back to your tasks…” You said the last part a bit softer, making it less of a demand and more of a request. People grumbled and shuffled off, a few lingering behind to get final glances at it before leaving.

With no more people lingering around, you hauled the bot over to Tess Everis, asking her to watch it for a moment so that nobody stole it before heading off to find Zavala. You went to his office, knocking on the door a few times before hearing his voice, “Come in.”

As you entered his office he looked up from whatever he was doing and gave you a small nod in greeting. “Ah, welcome back Nyx. Did you find anything?” He asked, tapping on the holo-screen in front of him a few times before turning his attention to you.

“No new Lights, but I did find an interesting robot.” You replied, tucking your helmet under your arm. He lifted a brow, seeming a little interested.

“Oh? Do explain.”

You explained everything you knew about the robot to the Titan as he nodded his head, obviously thinking. Once you finished, he folded his hands in front of him, looking at you. “You know how I feel about chasing your past.” He said very matter-of-factly. You sighed and nodded.

“I know, but with all due respect sir, I’m not interested in my past, I’m interested in the AI itself and what it’s capable of.” You stood your ground, not about to give up without a fight. The Titan sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head before looking back up at you.

“Do what you must, but don’t let it get in the way of your duties as a Guardian.” He relented, and you just about squealed in joy but kept your composure, instead giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, Commander. I will make sure this doesn’t get in my way. My duty is to protect humanity, as always.” You knew those were the words he wanted to hear, and he gave the smallest smile of approval before standing up.

“Go on, thank you for reporting to me before doing anything reckless.” He motioned for you to leave, and you bowed your head again before leaving, just about skipping back up to the main area. You were so excited to learn more about this AI. It was older than the Warmind Rasputin!

You found the robot right where you had left it, and you thanked Tess a ton before hauling it back to your ship. You needed to get a few things before you left, first heading over to Banshee-44 and buying a few upgrade modules from him before grabbing a few things from your vault. Once you had everything you wanted you hopped in your ship and headed back to the burnt husk of a building you and the robot originated from.

You did a quick sweep of the area before unloading the robot from your ship. You hummed as you rummaged through some rubble, grinning as you came across what looked like a slightly melted banner of sorts. You laid it on the ground, rolling the robot onto the banner before picking up one of the ends, testing it by giving it a pull. The material stretched but held together, and you nodded in satisfaction.

“Hey Hoshi, d’you think you can find a map of this place?” You asked as your ghost appeared next to you. She bobbed in the air, twisting her shell around a couple times.

“Why are we back here anyway? Couldn’t you just fix them back up at the Tower?” Hoshi asked. You just hummed, dragging the robot on the banner behind you as you began to walk towards an area you hadn’t explored before.

“I could’ve, but I know there are parts for this thing somewhere here. I don’t know how I know, but I just have this gut feeling I’ll find what I need here.” You kicked aside a burnt receptacle of sorts, a small cloud of ash falling out from inside.

“Huh, I dunno…. Oh, there's a way to get into the basement right over here-" Hoshi swerved to the left, moving over some rubble to a half buried door. "Through here, Nyx." You nodded, starting to shift the debris out of the way, making a path wide enough that you could drag the robot to the door.

You pushed the door open, the metal creaking and groaning with protest. It opened only a few inches before the ancient door simply fell off its rusted hinges. You winced as it crashed to the ground, looking behind you to check and see if anything heard it- luckily you didn't see anything, and you let out a sigh of relief.

Hoshi lit the path ahead of you, and you began to make your way through the dark, dusty hallway, weaving carefully through the many obstacles. At one point the floor became too cluttered to drag the robot behind you anymore, so you hoisted it up, slinging it’s limp frame over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Continuing through the hallways you eventually came to a set of doors, the sign above them reading ‘Parts and Service’. “Bingo. Gotta be some stuff around here somewhere.” You muttered, pushing through the doors with little effort.

The room was littered with the rusting bodies of simplistic robots, all in various states of disrepair. Their eyes stared forward wherever they landed, looking like soulless voids. You stepped over them, continuing to look around the room.

In the very middle of the room stood a huge structure surrounded by broken glass. It was roughly cylindrical, and there was an odd-looking chair sat in the middle with straps where arms and legs would go. You shuddered at the thought of someone being tied there, continuing your search.

“Looks like that torture chair is the only place to set the robot down, Nyx.” Hoshi said, looking around without taking the light away. You sighed, knowing she was right as usual.

You gently set the robot onto the horrible chair, rubbing your shoulder before turning away. “Alright, now to find some parts. Hoshi, can you run a quick environment scan and see if you can find anything that could be useful?” You asked, and the ghost nodded as a blue light swept across everything in the area, then disappeared from sight.

“There’s a whole room filled with spare parts nearby. Follow me.” She said, taking off in a random direction. You followed, making sure to keep your rifle at the ready just in case. Everything seemed to be relatively untouched, but you could never be too safe.

Eventually you made it to a room labeled ‘Parts’, and you grunted as you tried to open the door. Locked. There was a little spot to scan a card, and Hoshi immediately began hacking it. Soon enough it beeped and the door swung open, allowing you access.

The room was a mess, various parts strewn about haphazardly, littering the walkways with dangerously sharp robotic parts. Walking through the room you eventually found an area with bins labeled ‘Daycare Attendant’. Peeking into the boxes revealed miscellaneous parts that seemed to be for your new robot friend, and you grinned.

You rummaged through the parts, marvelling at how advanced the technology was for being Pre- Golden age. The body casings were covered in silicone, which was miraculously still pliable and soft after sitting around for hundreds of years, and you could see touch sensors all over under the silicone. Your body practically vibrated in excitement as you began grabbing everything you could carry, even going as far as to shove it all in a huge bin before carrying it back to where you had left the robot.

Setting down your haul of parts you then searched around for tools, managing to find some that weren't totally rusted. "Awesome! Now, let's get to work." You said to no one in particular before you set about fixing your new companion.

Several hours and a couple electrocutions later and the bot was powering back on, good as new with some added modifications, such as using glimmer as an energy source instead of electricity. The bot's LED eyes blinked to life, looking around before letting out a high pitched shriek of terror.

"No, no! Why are we here?! Where is Y/n?!?" It jumped up from the chair, bolting for the doorway. You sprinted over and slid in front of the bot, causing it to come to an abrupt stop and windmill its arms in an attempt to keep itself from falling. You stood up, brushing yourself off as the bot began to blabber. "Oh, Y/n there you are! Why are you dressed like that? No, wait, it doesn't matter, let's get out of here."

Before you could protest the bot grabbed your hand and started leading you through the tunnels, getting back to the surface much quicker than when you went down. You squinted at the bright sunlight after being down there for so long, lifting your free hand to shield your eyes.

You took your hand back from the robot before turning to look up at it. "Again, my name isn't Y/n. If it used to be, it's not now. Now I'm known as Nyx. What is your name?" You remembered it- no, he- mentioning something about a counterpart named Moon, but you didn't know this half's name yet.

The bot looked disappointed, as if suddenly remembering your earlier interaction. "Right, sorry… I'm Sun." He replied, shuffling his feet a bit. Before you could reply, Hoshi alerted to a presence nearby, and you threw on your helmet, seeing multiple enemies approaching on your radar.

"Shit- Sun, can you use a gun?" You asked, pulling out your scout rifle. He looked at you confused, then shrugged.

"I suppose, why?"

You threw him a spare auto rifle you had, which he fumbled with before managing to get a proper hold on it. "Don't shoot me or Hoshi, otherwise if it moves, shoot to kill."

Sun let out a strangled noise from his voice box as a shot rang out through the rundown building, coming from the still intact rafters. You brought your eye up to the scope of your rifle and looked around, spotting a Vandal crouched with its wire rifle, readying for another shot. You centered your aim on the Vandal's head and pulled the trigger once, twice, three times and it was dead.

Sun let out a squawk as a few Dregs started to surround you, and he lifted the auto rifle and began firing, taking down four of the Dregs before having to reload. In the middle of him reloading you noticed the shimmering outline of a Marauder approaching Sun, and you grabbed the robot's arm, yanking him aside before tossing a grenade on the ground. The void grenade killed the Marauder almost immediately, and took a few other Fallen down to half health.

"Stay behind me, and when I say go, shoot." You said, shoving Sun behind you as you stepped closer to the oncoming band of Fallen. Just as Sun was about to retort with the fact he could take care of himself, you hopped into the air and popped your super, shooting your Nightstalker arrow into the middle of the group of enemies. The void energy immediately tethered to all of them, and you looked back over your shoulder as you dropped to the ground.

"NOW!"

Sun began firing at the tethered enemies, while you readied a rocket. He managed to kill a few before you triple jumped into the air and back, then fired the rocket into the group. All the Fallen ended up dying from the blast, and as you landed on your feet Sun rushed over to you, seeming torn between worry and excitement.

"Wow, you were so cool! Was that your Light? Oh, are you okay? You're bleeding!" He waved his hands around, taking your arm into his large hand to examine where a Wretch had gotten you with their staff.

"Hey, don't worry about it bud, that's what Hoshi is for." Upon hearing her name the ghost materialized next to you and healed you, Sun watching in amazement as your wound disappeared. "See? I'm fine. You did great by the way. Wanna stick with me?"

Sun's rays spun around his head as he clapped his hands together, grinning. "Absolutely!"

#Destiny 2 Crossover #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendant au #Reader is a hunter class #Fallen #My au

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