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brokenpieces-72 · 3 months

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Task force 141!gangster au x reader

Enemies?

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TW: Police violence

The next week or so is… difficult. You send notice that you need time off. It gets rejected and Graves continues to come by to check in and all you can tell him is you sat in your apartment. Graves doesn’t comment, only shakes his head and leaves.

One night you finally leave your apartment, going off into the cold night. As you’re walking though, a couple of officers notice you. The rest is a blur.

You’re in pain, sore and can barely stay standing as you walk. You find safety in an all too familiar alley, where you had met Soap for the first time. You sat down and hugged your knees feeling sorry for yourself once again. Everyone was against you now. You couldn’t trust anyone it seemed. You let the cold seep into your clothes and your bones and prayed for something. You didn’t know what but something, something you could trust, someone who could tell you the truth.

Your father was always truthful. He encouraged you to be open with him, and he was open with you. If something was bothering you, and you didn’t want to talk about it, he would offer a trade. A story for your story. When he came home you would notice something bothering him, and offer the same. Never a lie between you too…but apparently there were secrets.

You were a long way from your apartment. A cab wouldn’t likely pick you up anytime soon. You recall the note Ghost had given you, as you shoved your hands into your pockets and pulled it out.

You wasted little time typing the number into your phone and texting it.

Y/N: Hello? I was told to text this for a ride.

???: On my way. Where are you?

Y/N: I’ll meet you near the library, downtown. It’s not far from where I am.

???: Red scarf yeah?

Y/N: yes.

You head over to the library, your bruises screaming at you along with the cold, making your entire body beg for comfort and warmth. You started wondering if you should go inside the library’s when a fancy black vehicle pulled up. The driver window rolled down and a man with dark skin peeked out.

“Y/N L/N?” He asks. You nod, and he gives a concerned look at you. “Back seat.”

You nod and open the door to the car, climbing into the back. The driver looks at you through the rear view while you shiver in the back.

“Kyle Garrick. Call me Gaz.” He says. You give a small nod and a tiny smile. The car starts moving. When it takes the wrong turn, you get a little nervous.

“My apartment-“

“Not taking you there. Someone wants to talk to you first.” He says, without looking away from the road. You sit in silence, leaning back in your seat. Soon you nod off to sleep, the familiar ambience of the car and your exhaustion getting to you. Your father used to insist you sleep on the way home. You enter a mid state of sleep, where you’re partially aware of what’s around you while your body relaxes and rests. As Gaz checks on you he decides to take a longer route to the destination, texting his boss.

When you finally wake the vehicle is parked and Gaz gets out, opening the door for you. He’s wearing a leather jacket, white shirt and dark jeans. You ease yourself out, head starting to hurt, the chill of the cold weather trying to reenter your body, and the remainders of sleep still trying to exit. At least your black eye wasn’t swollen shut and you could still walk. Silver linings.

When you look up to see where your driver had brought you, you nearly slip on the ice. Thankfully Kyle helps you off, before you could do more injury to yourself.

“Let’s get you inside before you do more damage to yourself.” Kyle teases, while leading you inside a club, one that was not only expensive but was known to belong to the main suspect in the case. John Price. Did Ghost sell you out? No blame there. Even still, you weren’t expecting a free ride included in meeting the head of the TK141 gang.

Stepping inside the place is empty save for a woman behind the counter of the bar typing away on a laptop and a larger man carrying in crates of alcohol and carrying out crates of empty bottles. The woman looks up at you and you swear you’ve seen her before. Maybe a work friend of your father’s. She just gives you a nod, and you return it. Gaz takes off his coat and strides in.

“Nik, ya need help?” He asks the large man. Nik just gives him a nod and Kyle picks up a crate. You stand there in the foyer, shifting nervously in place. You turn your head to the woman who notices your black eye. Without a word she reaches down from behind the counter and comes back up, with a rag filled with ice. She comes round the counter and gives it to you, and you put it to your eye immediately.

“Drink?” She offers.

“Water.” You croak out not noticing your throat was drying until she said something.

“John is in the far booth. I’ll bring it to you.” She says before going further into the bar. You slip off your jacket, but keep your beanie and scarf on, shuffling with your still wet boots across the wood floor.

He’s just a person. Another man. Just a man. You’ve met plenty of men, passed plenty of men on the street. What’s one more?

Except he’s the man who was with your father in the last moments. That’s what the reports said. Putting him away had been a goal for sometime. Even if you hadn’t joined the force you would find a way to find his killer. You were the only one left of your family as a result, and one of the only ones who was at the funeral. You recalled seeing a man at your father’s grave after the funeral. You didn’t say anything to him that day. Graves was more concerned with getting you back in the car, and giving you time to grieve in your own. When the police showed you sketches of Price you kept your mouth shut. Personal connections to a case weren’t permitted. Now here you were about to sit down with him and…talk? You wondered if you should record everything on your phone. Maybe salvage what you could of this case. Doubt it would matter with your own officers jumping you earlier.

You feel like you’re walking to the principal’s office with the ice on your eye, getting into another fight at school. When you reach the booth for a split second you expect to see your father sitting across from Price about to remind you not to resort to violence. The booth is empty except for a larger man with a simple t-shirt and a beard. His head is down and there’s half a drink left next to him as he looks over some papers. You stay there looking at him for a moment before deciding to climb into the booth across from him.

The space is quiet. You watch Nik and Kyle continue to moving things around to prep the club for tonight. The woman returns and gives you the water, asking about your eye again.

“John give the poor girl some notice.” She says, almost glaring at him.

“Almost done Laswell.” He says, without looking up. You look at the woman recalling the name. Your father had met with her a couple times when you were younger. She had aged a bit since then, a few age lines on her face, but still the same as you remember. The hair bun too.

Laswell huffs at Price and turns her attention to you. “Call if you need anything.”

She put a hand on your shoulder before walking away back to her work. Price finally turns his attention to you.

“You have questions?” He asks.

“A few.” You croak before going to take a sip of water, and stopping yourself.

“Stupid to bring you all the way here just to poison you.” He points out, recognizing your hesitation. You sip and find normal water. Time would tell. He’s looking at your sorry state. It’s enough to make shift in your seat.

“Cops?” He asks. You shrug. It’s bad enough they jumped you, it’s worse he was able to pick up on it. “Cops don’t like us.”

“Us?” You ask.

“Take after your father I’ve been told.” He says pressing his lips. You drop your gaze to your hands. “He never told you did he?”

“He told me everything.” You argue.

“…he tell you about how he helped me get started?”

You go very quiet. No. No he was a cop.

“Your father was helping us while doing his job. We do things differently, doing what needs to be done rather than everything we can do. Your father helped keep those limitations enforced, while keeping us out of them. He gave us the information, we went after it when the cops couldn’t. Opens the cases wider.”

You take a moment to think about it. More often than not you had been handed files and told to just store them in evidence boxes. Investigations rarely solved, court avoided, and you getting told to just do your job.

“Like what?” You asked. Price smirks, and shows you a paper with a few photos. A jewellery store, one that Farah and her group had hit more than once.

“You’re familiar with blood diamonds? Well you need probable cause to do more digging, so Farah breaking in and making accusations, raises some flags. Flags that lead to warrants. The Los Voqueros, not only get pharmaceuticals they jump on illegal drug shipments. Ones that big pharmaceutical companies use in their own products.”

“And what about you? What do you do?” You ask.

“We help those who can’t help themselves. We get our hands dirty in the right places, so others can stay clean.” He says, shifting and folding his hands, looking right at you.

“We?” You ask.

“Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Nik, Laswell, myself…you?” He gave a slight smirk.

“I’m a cop.” You say.

“So was your father. A damned good one. He let the right people go, caught the ones that needed to be put away.”

“I’m not my father… I’ve requested to be taken off the case, Graves is disappointed, my coworkers just beat me up, I lost the only people who cared about me because I thought I was doing the right thing… I’m nothing like him.”

“Not expecting you to be.” He says seriously. That was the first time you’d heard that from anyone other than your dad. He never expected you to be a cop or to be perfect. Only that you do your best, and be your own person regardless of your path. You take another sip of water.

“What are you expecting?” You ask him.

“Not sure yet. Heard you’re quite the artist.” He says. “Seen some of the work. Soap showed me the first one you made him. Certainly draws attention. Heard you had one for the Los Voqueros.”

“Doubt Alejandro would want me anywhere near them. Bridges have been burned, I can’t put out the fire and walk across it again.”

“Doesn’t need to be the same bridge.” Price offers.

“Oi boss? You still need me?” Gaz asks, dusting off his hands.

“Take y/n home. They need some rest.” Price says. Gaz gestures for you to follow him and Price gives you a business card.

“Call if you need anything.”

You nod and leave with Gaz, taking the business card with you. Laswell says goodbye as you pass her on the way out.

The drive home is surprisingly casual, with Gaz offering to let you ride passenger. When you arrive at your apartment though you spy Graves own car parked nearby. Shit. Gaz looks at you and notices where you were looking.

“Want company?” He offers. Bringing him would make things complicated, but also keep you safe. Alone, it was 50-50.

“Is there somewhere else I can stay?” You ask.

“Get your stuff, I’ll wait.” He says nonchalant.

You go upstairs to your apartment. Graves is there and sees you. Sees you were in a fight. He actually comes over and looks at you, checking your black eye.

“The fuck happened now?” He asks, frustrated.

“Some officers jumped me.” You tell him. Moment of truth. You see his confusion and mild shock. Did he plan it? Was it his idea?

“You need to go to hospital, fill out a report.” He instructs.

“I don’t want to… I’m tired, I just came to get my stuff, stay somewhere else for the night.” You explain. Graves at this point doesn’t want to try and press you. You’ve been struggling, and if you’re safe that’s his main concern. There worry in his eyes, as if he’s deciding to argue with you.

“You text me when you get there.” He tells you.

“Yes sir.” Graves leaves, not noticing Kyle’s car. You come back out with a backpack of your stuff and Kyle takes you to a hideout.

“Price finally talked to them.” Ghost tells Johnny over a game of pool. There’s a couple empty bottles place directly on the table for them to maneuver around.

“So?” Soap says, taking another shot pretending to not care. He hits a few balls but no sinks.

“You gonna keep calm?” Ghost asks. Their conversation is interrupted by a knock at the door. They both turned their heads to the sound. Ghost looks back at Soap while he makes his way to answer it. “Are you?”

Soap doesn’t have time to answer before the door opens. Gaz is standing there, and nods at Ghost.

“Brought a friend.” He says stepping aside. Soap steps a bit closer as Gaz walks in.

Soap sees you with your hood up, your old leather jacket, and your red scarf, shifting your weight on a slight limp. You see Soap.

You consider making a run for it.

@yourlovely-moon @kaoyamamegami @H0n3y_L3m0n @sans-chara

#phillip graves #cod au #gangster au #cod gangster au #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #kate laswell #cod nikolai #task force 141 x reader #simon ghost riley #here’s some more #secrets revealed

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meraki24601 · 3 months

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Purchased Victory

The lights crackled after they went out. Everyone on the team groaned at the random loss of power, but Hero fell oddly silent. They had been in the middle of a mission debrief, having successfully forced Villain to back down, saving the lives of nearly 100 civilians who had been trapped on the train. It was an easy victory.

It was a bought victory.

Hero knew what Villain would want. They had been buying their teammates and the world’s safety for months. No one knew how strong Villain really was. Hero knew, though. They could remember that first day clearly as if it were yesterday. How Villain had brushed aside Hero’s attacks and power as if it were nothing, then slowly tore Hero apart before restoring them.

That day, they made a deal— Hero for the world.

Villain wasn’t going to stop. They continued to scheme and destroy and kill. Nothing could stop them from getting bored and acting on it. The deal was that if Villain were attacking out of boredom, Hero would distract them. They would tell Hero what it would take to buy their victory, and then they would leave the battle feining defeat. Hero would go home and prepare, and then they would go to Villain and let them play.

Villain wasn’t allowed to kill or leave any marks Hero couldn’t hide. It served their purposes well enough as, if Hero were discovered, Villain’s toy would be taken away. Neither party could tell the rest of the team what Hero was doing as, if Hero were discovered, Villain’s favorite distraction would be taken away. Of course, if a deal was made during a battle, Villain had to stop as soon as suspicions would allow.

This time, Hero had promised Villain a public show. Villain was going to have friends watch. They weren’t allowed to touch or help, and while they were there, Villain wasn’t allowed to remove any of Hero’s clothes or masks they chose to wear. A silent audience to Hero’s private shame.

That was why when they heard the familiar crackle of Villain’s power in their base, Hero stayed silent as they slid their chair back from the table, ignoring their team as they struggled to orient themselves enough to run away. Hero knew Villain was coming. They could remember how bored Villain had seemed during their last bargain. Something was changing, and Villain had forgotten to tell Hero the new rules.

“So you chose not to wear a mask after all, did you, Puppy?” Hero backed into Villain’s chest, and the enemy’s words were whispered in Hero’s ear.

Villain snapped, and the lights turned on.

Mentor was already looking at Hero as the power was restored, their ability swirling around them. Hero felt the knife pressed against their chest as the rest of the team saw what was happening and reacted. Cries of shock and anger drowned their mind, rooting them to their spot in Villain’s arms.

“Evening, friends.” Villain giggled as one of the papers on the table was blown in the wind of activated powers and was sliced in half on the blade in their hand. “I hope you all have rested after our little dalliance on the train. I’ve come to collect my payment and would like to invite you all to watch.”

“You’re breaking the rules.” Hero gasped as the knife pressed harder into their chest.

“Awe, Puppy, don’t be like that. You agreed to let me invite some of my friends! You should have been more specific if you didn’t want certain friends invited. I’ve grown bored of our usual games.”

“You’re breaking the rules! Neither of us was supposed to tell my team.”

“I haven’t! All I’ve done is invite them to playtime. I haven’t broken any of the rules. Though I think this may end up being our last game, so I think I will break one itty bitty rule.” Villain’s knife bit down, cutting Hero’s shirt from their chest, revealing the marks left from past “playtimes” that hadn’t healed. “Look at that. Things on the train were resolved rather quickly. How did you wind up this injured, Hero?”

Villain’s knife tucked under Hero’s chin, lifting their head from where they stared down at their exposed chest. It looked so much worse in the light of the conference room than it did in Hero’s dark bathroom. The looks on their team's faces told it all.

“Come, friends. Why don’t we go somewhere a little more comfortable? It seems Hero is in need of some medical assistance. I’m known for my excellent aftercare.” Villain sent their power through Hero’s back, dragging out an unfiltered scream. “The door. Now.”

#whump fic #whump scenario #whump #whumpee #whump writing #whump ideas #whump tropes #past torture #fake victory #hero #villain #secrets revealed #hidden injury

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whumpshots · 1 year

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Febuwhump #6

Trope of the day: secrets revealed

Whumpee's eyes are glued to the ground as whumper walks up and down in front of the team, a grin on their face. The two of them have a past, reaching back years.

Years whumpee associates with pain

Years whumpee tries to forget but never could.

"Why did you never tell your team what the two of us have been through? You were such a lovely little experiment," whumper hums and stops right in front of them.

A warm finger touches whumpee under their chin to lift their head a little. It's been a secret. A well kept secret no matter how often caretaker asked after catching them flinch or in a flashback - it had always stayed a fucking secret.

"Are you so ashamed of that part of your past? Were you trying to forget it? Forget me?" Whumper's eyes darken. "I won't let you forget it. Why don't we show your friends our little secret?"

Much to the protest of the rest of the team, whumpee does oblige, too scared to try and shove whumper off of them, who starts revealing scar after scar.

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2023 #trope of the day #secrets revealed #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #made to watch #kinda #scars #scar reveal #traumatised whumpee #febuwhumpday6 #hurt #emotional whump #scared whumpee #whumpshots

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therealloopylupin2099 · 6 months

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GOEMON WHAT DID YOU DO?!

GOEMON I TOLD YOU MY BARD TYPE IN DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS IN CONFIDENTIALITY!

Now the whole ICPO and Pops knows what I like Bard wise and how I use my rolls not wisely!

When we get out of this I’m Revoking your Dungeon Master peivlages for a month!

*flees for my life from the cell in embarrassment*

#lupin the third #lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #dungeons and dragons #funny #bard dnd #secrets revealed #how do i tag this #koichi zenigata

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quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SEAL Team (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mandy Ellis/Jason Hayes/Brock Reynolds, Eric Blackburn & Jason Hayes, Eric Blackburn & Mandy Ellis, Eric Blackburn & Brock Reynolds Characters: Eric Blackburn, Mandy Ellis, Jason Hayes, Brock Reynolds Additional Tags: Swearing, blackburn is hella perceptive, blackburn loves his people, brock is a terrible liar, Secrets Revealed, Secret Relationship, that's not really all that secret, mentions of workplace sex, Polyamory Series: Part 3 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Navy Base, Part 2 of 2 Navy 1 Marine, Part 3 of Universe of Trios Summary:

“Blackburn knows about us.”

Blackburn has to have the 'Keep this out of work' conversation with Mandy, Jason and Brock. He is not above giving them a little shit along the way

@polyamships

#yotp #yotp 2023 #seal team #mandy x jason x brock #secrets revealed #secret relationship #that is not so secret #blackburn is hella perceptive #blackburn loves his people #brock is a terrible liar #two guys a girl and a navy base #universe of trios

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how-much-for-a-whump · 1 year

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FEBUWHUMP day 6:

Prompt: "Secrets revealed"

Nemocnica S01E03

@febuwhump

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #febuwhumpday6 #secrets revealed #Nemocnica #slovak #slovak series #whump #male whump #emotional #emotional whump #worried #crying #sad #comfort #nosebleed #Roman Varga #Richard Autner

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minty-mumbles · 1 year

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Febuwhump Alt. 7 and Day 6 & 7 : Immortality/Secrets Revealed/Made to Watch

Read the full collection of my febuwhump ficlets on AO3

This is late, but it's 3 times the size of my other febuwhump fics to make up for it.

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There’d been no warning of the danger he was in, as usual. If there was ever any warning, Wild was typically able to get out of the way and prevent a tragedy before it ever happened.

This time there had been no warning. Moblins shouldn’t be able to move through a forest silently. It wasn’t natural.

But natural or not, apparently this particular moblin was capable of doing so. Wild hadn’t even heard the crackle of dead leaves under its heavy feet. One moment, it hadn’t been there, the next, it was. One moment, he’d been happily chatting with Sky, the next, he’d had an ax buried in his chest.

“No!”

“Wild!”

“Oh, gods.”

The horrified cries from his brothers were lost on Wild. His entire world narrowed down to the blinding pain that twisted through his chest. Every movement he made caused the searing feeling to rip through his chest, but his body kept twitching, his muscles spasming out of his control. His eyes remained open but they were glassy and unseeing as he was flooded with pain and adrenaline.

Something shifted, and he could feel his back lift off the forest floor. Blinded by the pain, Wild couldn’t tell what was going on. He had barely been able to register the Moblin before it had struck him, leaving him confused.

The other heroes had no such impairments. They could see the scene in front of them in horrifying detail, and just for a moment, they were too shocked to move.

The moblin, taking advantage of their shock, took the opportunity to try and get his ax back. It tried to lift the weapon, but snorted, confused to find extra weight added to its weapon. The ax was still embedded in Wild’s rib cage, and pulled Wild along with it as it was raised, dragging the champion into the air as the moblin hoisted it up.

The moblin shook the ax, trying to dislodge the champion from the end of it. When that didn’t work, it simply slammed the ax back down to the ground.

Wild, who had been horrifyingly silent until then, and limp like a puppet with cut strings, let out a guttural howl as he was slammed back into the ground.

The movement finally pulled the weapon free from his chest. He lay limply where he landed and didn’t move. He didn’t even bring a hand to his chest to feel the wound. To the other heroes, it didn’t even look like he was breathing with how unnaturally still he was.

The sight of Wild’s strange stillness snapped them out of their shock. This was so wrong. The champion was always moving, always fluttering about camp, fiddling with something in his hand, always rocking back and forth or trying to wander off into the woods. He wasn’t supposed to be as still as he was now.

The moblin never stood a chance, not when confronted with six heroes intent on revenge.

Because what else could it be but revenge? Hyrule and Warriors ran to help Wild immediately, but there would be nothing they could do. They all knew it. The champion’s chest was cleaved in two. His rib cage was split wide open, exposing his guts to the chilly evening air. Blood was already pooled around him freely.

Even a fairy wouldn’t help him now. It would take a miracle, an intervention from Hylia or one of her descendants for Wild to survive now. And the goddess had never been that kind to them before.

Wild’s heart was already stuttering and slowing when Hyrule and Warriors reached him. The shouts from around him were muted and quickly fading further. The pain had also mostly faded.

It left him feeling numb and cold. So cold, it nearly burned. If Wild could move he would be shivering violently, but all his muscles had gone slack, and he couldn’t even twitch a finger.

Distantly, Wild could feel the familiar warmth of Hyrule’s magic trying to reach him, but it only felt like a pinprick of warmth in the face of the overwhelming cold. The magic was like a fleck of ash from a distant campfire landing on his skin in the midst of a blizzard. It would never be enough to save him from that deadly freeze, not with how cold he’d gotten

The last thing he processed before he slipped away into the unforgiving darkness was the gruesome gurgling sound of a moblin’s throat being torn apart by a set of vicious wolf teeth.

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It was so cold.

Some part of him that was hidden away in the back of his mind knew that this cold was familiar and it was temporary. That part of him knew that everything would be okay, that the cold would pass and he would be fine.

But that part of him was distant and quiet, and all he could focus on was the freezing temperature that stiffened his body and spread ice crystals through his blood.

He couldn’t even feel the speck of warmth that came hand-in-hand with Hyrule’s healing anymore. All that remained was the cold and an empty expanse of darkness. He felt weightless, like he was drifting in the currents of a vast ocean.

Despite this strange weightlessness, the surrounding darkness dragged him. limbs. Even if he had wanted to move, there was no way he would be able to. Every part of him felt heavy, like it would take all his strength to even open his mouth.

The stillness would almost be soothing, if it hadn’t been for the neverending cold.

It seemed like eons before the cold and darkness fell away, but eventually, inevitably, they did. He didn’t notice at first, when the cold eased and the darkness lightened. It took him a while to register the change, but soon there was no denying it. The change came faster after he noticed it. The warmth was almost scorching and the light almost blinding after the eternity he had spent in the quiet darkness.

Just when he thought he could bear it no longer, the warmth and light coalesced onto his chest. It truly burned now, so brightly that it felt like he was crumbling into ashes. Then suddenly, for the first time in what felt like years, he could see something again.

Flames.

Beautiful teal flames surrounded his chest and lapped at his flesh. It reignited forgotten pain as it worked. Slowly, the torturous fire forced flesh and bone to melt back together and coaxed torn skin to crawl across open wounds.

He should panic at the sight of it. But somehow, instinctively, he knew that this was something good. This was what was meant to happen. Everything would be okay, and he would survive this.

The weightless feeling was now gone, and so was the heaviness that had dragged at his limbs. He could move freely now, feeling like he had suddenly regained control of his body after being paralyzed.

The knowledge that this was ultimately a good thing didn’t prevent him from being affected by the agony of it. The unnatural feeling of being stitched back together when he shouldn’t have been was excruciating. He felt his back arch as his body instinctively tried to get away from the flames that devoured him, felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, and felt his mouth open in a keening scream.

He couldn’t hear his screams above the roaring of the flames that ate away at the wound on his chest, but he knew he must be howling in pain. Another eon seemed to pass as his body was slowly repaired, and all he could do was cry out in agony.

Suddenly, the distant feeling of a hand cradling his face came to him. The hand was cold, as cold as the dark void had been. But in the face of the flames, that cold was now welcome. He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes to see the person who offered him comfort, but he turned his head into the palm of the hand. The cold fingers stroked his cheek lovingly.

He still heard nothing, despite knowing he was still screaming.

Then there was a pop, like a sudden change in air pressure, and it was all gone.

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It was all gone. The dark, the light, the cold, the warmth, the pain, the fire, the feeling of the hand cradling his face. It was all gone.

It was replaced by the feelings of cold tears on his face and warm blood pooling beneath him which made him desperately want to take a bath and scrub his skin until it was raw. He realized he could hear again, and with that realization the horrible sound of a high-pitched wail, like a child in pain, filtered into his comprehension.

He was startled when he realized the sound was coming from him. That was him screaming. He stopped, snapping his mouth shut. His chest heaved as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

Blindly, he rolled onto his side and pushed himself up as far as his aching muscles would allow. He waited for the pain to return with his movements, but, no. There was nothing.

He felt perfectly fine.

He whimpered in confusion. Where was the pain? There had been so much pain not a moment ago, and now it was all gone. Why? What had happened?

Pressure on his shoulder made him yelp instinctively, pulling on his strained vocal cords. It pushed him back down onto his back, and he didn’t have the strength to fight it. It moved from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the area where his pain had been moments before. He whined in protest, despite his strained voice.

Unexpectedly, his whine invoked a response. He was surprised to hear something other than himself. It took him a moment to understand what the voice was saying, but eventually, his scattered mind was able to pull together enough to understand the voice.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I just need to look…” The voice trailed off as the hands prodded around his stomach and ribs. Despite the sensitivity of his newly formed skin, he relaxed slightly, letting the hands feel as much as they’d like. The voice was soothing, making something inside of him curl up and purr contentedly at hearing it. This voice was safe, comforting, family. He was in no danger here.

The hands felt around for a moment, more, dragging through the blood that still coated his skin. When the hands stopped, the same voice spoke again, sounding baffled and not insignificantly upset. “It’s gone.”

Its words cause a ripple of shocked and confused murmurs from around them. A new voice coming from near his head made him jerk in surprise “What?!”

“Shhh!” The first voice came again. ”Not so loud. He still doesn’t look well, no matter what happened.”

There was a pause, before-

“Wild?”

Oh… That was right, wasn’t it?

He was Wild, wasn’t he? He was Wild, and before that, he had been Link. That was who he was. He’d forgotten it in the midst of the pain. But the voice speaking his name pulled those memories back into focus.

The hands returned, but now they cupped his face. These hands weren’t cold, like the hand that had touched him when he had been floating and lost. They were warm. So perfectly warm. “Wild, can you hear me?” Wild didn’t want to move, but the voice sounded so worried that he forced himself to twitch his head up and down ever so slightly.

“Good, that’s good-” The voice trembled before cutting off with a choked gasp. The sound made him frown, his eyebrows drawing together out of concern. That was a bad sound. The voice shouldn't be making that sound. Wild wanted to make whatever was bothering it better. He needed to make it better.

With all of his might, he managed to pry his eyelids open. He braced for any pain that might come from the movement, but none came. In fact, there’d been no pain at all since he woke up. It startled him to realize this. He’d spent so long in pain while he had floated in the void that it was strange to finally be without it.

It was still difficult to move, but it wasn’t painful anymore to try.

When he blinked away the dampness in his eyes- he’d been crying?- a face swam into view above him. Curly brown hair, heavily freckled skin, bright green eyes flecked with gold. He knew this face.

Hyrule. The name came to him easily, and he almost smiled at the sight of the other hero. But then he saw the agony on his brother’s face, and the beginnings of his smile slid off his face.

The sight of tears and blood on Hyrule's face made him try to sit up, try to reach out and offer comfort. Why was Hyrule upset? What happened? Why was he crying?

Despite his tears, Hyrule once again forced Wild to lay flat, thwarting his efforts to push himself up. The traveler gasped out between tears. “Wild, Wild, Wild…” It sounded like a prayer, like a mantra. Wild didn’t know what Hyrule was pleading for. Wild would give it to him in a heartbeat if he could. Anything to stop the tears.

Hyrule doesn’t seem to be able to get anything else out. He ended up simply burying his face in Wild’s chest. The action finally brought to Wild’s attention the fact that his chest was bare, and his tunic was laying in tattered rags around him. He was also soaked in blood, with no obvious source of it on him or Hyrule.

Slowly, things start to come back to him.

The moblin.

The ax.

The feeling of his ribcage being split in two.

Wild shuddered at the memory of the pain, but that at least explained what happened and why he was laying on the ground, covered in blood.

Mipha’s grace must have been activated. He let his head drop back down to the ground. He had only a few experiences with the power Mipha had left behind, but even so, he knew he wasn’t going to be getting up or walking any time soon. Mipha’s grace repaired him, healed his wounds, and replenished his blood, but it also took a great deal of his energy to do so.

Both magically and physically, he was going to be exhausted and weak for at least the next day as he regained the lost energy, and during that time it would be difficult to do anything. Mipha’s grace always left his mind confused for a while. His brain kept trying to search for the source of the pain that was no longer there, and stalling when it realized that there was no pain.

Hyrule made a quiet noise of protest when WIld let his head hit the ground none too gently. Before the traveler could do anything, Wild felt strong callused hands start to lift him.

He flailed for a moment before a second familiar voice filtered through his consciousness. ”It’s just me, cub. Hold on for a second.” Twilight’s hands lifted him out of the bloody mud he’s been laying in and placed him in Twilight’s lap. The rancher’s grip wasn’t gentle. It was firm, not giving Wild an ounce of leeway to wiggle away. (Not that Wild had the energy to do so, or even wanted to.)

The rancher cradled Wild close to him, rocking him like a child and burying his face in Wild’s hair. In any other situation, Wild would protest the treatment, but he was too tired and too sore, and honestly wanted the comfort as much as Twilight did. All he could do in return was tuck his face into the crook of Twilight’s neck.

Wild was certainly ruining Twilight’s tunic, but they were all used to getting blood stains out of clothing. Not that the blood covering Wild made too much of a difference anyways, Wild realized. Twilight was already covered in blood. It wasn’t his though, This was the black blood of a monster. It covered his mouth and jaw, and streaked down the upper half of his tunic.

Wild knew that there would be questions. He couldn’t hear the other heroes, couldn't see them either with his face hidden in Twilight's neck, but he knew they were there. They wouldn’t leave him, not after what they had been made to witness.

(To be fair, Wild didn’t know what they had seen. He’d never used Mipha’s grace in front of anyone before, so he had no way of knowing what it looked like from the outside perspective. But he doubted, based on how sore his throat always was from screaming afterward, it wasn’t a pleasant thing to witness)

He knew that there would be more tears and screaming before this was all settled. There would be accusations and anger and sadness. But for now, he let himself ignore the rest of the world, finding what comfort he could in one of his brother’s arms.

#mint's fanfiction #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #lu hyrule #lu wild angat #febuwhump #secrets revealed #immortality #made to watch #temporary character death #violence #gore #tw gore #tw violence #angst #tw blood #tw injuries

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taralaurel · 1 year

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Febuwhump 2023 | Day 6 | Secrets Revealed

prompt courtesy of @febuwhump

"Scraps" by TaraLaurel

Summary:

"And - are you - okay?"

"Oh! You want to ask now?" Tim's volume is dialed right back up to high and he rubs his fists against his temples. "Obviously not!"

"I'm sorry, Tim. You never said and -"

"You never asked!"

Tim's scream hangs in the air between them.

After giving up Robin for his father, Tim and Jack try to spend time together, but old habits are hard to break, and old wounds don't always heal.

Tim to his dad in this story be like:

(I actually want to write a Tim vs Janet or Jack scene heavily influenced by this whole beautifully painful scene) >>

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Nothing to Hide

CW: General BBU warning, invasion of privacy, secrets revealed for @febuwhump

Madigan broaches the subject over their morning bowl of cereal. Their stomach is so sick with nerves that they’ve hardly touched their Frosted Flakes, and they know the hunger is making everything worse. Across the table, Michael is eating, chatting obliviously about the day ahead, homework and classes and a potential trip to the library. So far, Madigan has smiled and nodded their way through the conversation, but now there’s a silence, a pause, and Madigan can’t wait any longer. Steeling themselves, gripping their own thighs too hard under the table, they force the words out of their mouth.

“M-Michael?”

Their owner looks up, smile wide and toothy. For a moment, Madigan smiles back, their nerves swept aside by the force of Michael’s easy fondness. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Could…could you maybe…maybe buy more protein shakes for me?”

Exactly as Madigan had feared, Michael sits back in his chair, frowning. It’s not an angry frown, more of a thoughtful one, but Madigan still swallows hard, seeing it. The twisting in their stomach is only getting worse.

Seeing the strain on their face, Michael’s eyes soften. He reaches across the table for Madigan’s hand, and there’s safety in the reassuring squeeze. “Bud, we have a lot of food here, you know? You don’t have to drink those nasty things anymore.”

“I…I know.”

“I mean, I honestly can’t believe you went through them that quickly.”

That’s because Madigan is careful to only retrieve them from the fridge in the dead of night.

“They’re gross, Mads.”

It’s not like Madigan has ever had cause to notice the taste, but they keep quiet about that. Their hands are fretting nervously in their lap, and they flush because they can see Michael seeing it. “I, I’m sorry, sir, I just-”

“Hey.” Michael keeps his voice low and soothing. It doesn’t make Madigan feel soothed. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize, and you don’t need to call me sir. Do you not like the food around here? Because I can always buy you whatever else it is you want.”

“N-no!” The idea horrifies Madigan, that they’re rejecting Michael’s shared food, his far too generous sharing of food. “No, it’s not that, it’s, it’s not that, it’s…”

Slowly, unwillingly, Madigan’s hand drifts downward. He tugs his hand from Michael’s, until both rest on the hem of their soft blue t-shirt. They don’t want to explain themselves. They don’t want to tell. They really, really don’t want to share this with their owner, and they tell themselves it’s only because the conversation will be exhausting, and they’re afraid that Michael will feel inconvenienced. Those are the only things this reluctance could be about.

It’s not about privacy. It’s not about wanting to keep something from Michael. There’s nothing they can keep from Michael. He owns them.

Still, instead of pushing the words through their trembling lips, Madigan just lifts the edge of their shirt to answer Michael’s confusion. They tell themselves it’s faster that way. It’s not that they can’t bring themselves to say the words.

“Oh-oh my god, Madigan. What is that? Does it hurt?”

A tiny smile cracks Madigan’s face. The phantom urge to roll their eyes flits by, unbidden. “It’s a feeding tube, Michael. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“What…why…how long have you had that thing in you?”

Michael’s face is a mask of horrified fascination, and now the smile drops off Madigan’s lips. They lower their shirt, keeping their hands on the hem, holding it down. Michael’s eyes remain fixed on the place under their shirt where the G-tube interrupts their smooth brown belly. They try not to resent him for that.

“I’ve had it…as long as I can remember.” That, at least, is true. Madigan shrugs. “It…it isn’t a big deal to me. But I need the protein shakes…I need the extra, the extra nutrition. I can’t, um, only eat by mouth, it doesn’t…it doesn’t, um, work.”

There was a time, Madigan thinks, where if they wanted, they could’ve explained it. They didn’t always want to, but they at least understood what was going on, the imperfect mechanism of their own body. Now, all they know is that they’re weaker than they should be, slower than they should be, and that their handler told them, with irritation and massive disdain, that they really shouldn’t expect their owner to deal with this kind of shit.

Face full of misguided compassion, Michael reaches across the table. He’s clearly looking for Madigan’s hand again, and after a moment’s hesitation, Madigan gives it to him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know. I’m glad you told me. We’re going to figure this out together.” The words make Madigan wince, but they keep their face placid. “Don’t worry, Mads. I’ll help you through this.”

Figure this out? Get through this? And Madigan hadn’t asked for help – just the shakes that they can’t order, the supplements that they well know how to use. Lip trembling, they try one more time, pretending that maybe, maybe Michael can understand.

“I, I don’t need help, it’s really okay. I just need the shakes, I can…I can do everything else on my own.”

“Aw, buddy.” Michael squeezes Madigan’s hand, the perfect pitying picture of good intentions. “But you don’t have to. I’ll be right here, every step of the way.”

Letting their gaze drop to the way their t-shirt falls over their stomach, perfectly disguising what’s underneath, Madigan forces themselves to nod.

There, with them, involving himself, every step of the way.

That’s exactly what they were afraid of.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday6 #secrets revealed #michael and mad #bbu #box boy #male caretaker #carewhumper #disabled whumpee #tubie whumpee #that's so not a tag #but i'm making it one #ableism #nonbinary whumpee

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thatsbelievable · 5 months

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#Midnight Mystery #secrets revealed #word of the week #what will it be?#tune in tonight #at 12am Eastern Standard Time #midnight #and find out!#unreality

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lifewithaview · 2 months

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Karoline Eichhorn, Stephan Kampwirth, Andreas Pietschmann, and Maja Schöne in Dark (2017) Die Reisenden

S2E4

Jonas meets an ominous figure. While the kids comb the cave for answers, the adults gather in the bunker to share what they know about the travelers.

*The metal loop Jonas finds in the cave (that usually has a red rope attached) is a snake eating itself. This is called Ouroboros, a symbol identifying infinity and the circular cycle of birth and death.

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xtom-darling-x17 · 2 years

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Under the Waves

Pairing - Peter Parker x Mermaid Reader

Summary - You are a mermaid trying to fit into a normal life, bumping into Peter and having to go to a new school is tough but you make it through.

Warnings - none other than slight swearing

A/N - This was requested by @oyasumimosura hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think, Thank you for all your love and Support to my blog. I really appreciate all your interactions 🥰

Word count - 1K+

Life is an open book, an particular fairy tale might become across as fake to most people. However, there is always truth behind them even, if it’s only a little bit of pixie dust over the Horizon.

To show our true colours and have meaning in life is a living, walking dream. To some people, they don’t take any notice of these kind of adventures. And to others, they live by the fantasy of becoming more than what humans call Mermaids.

You being a normal, teenage girl living, enjoying life with friends. Even thou, there is school and hard work to be achieved at such a young age. You felt something missing, a connection that was beyond out of the human’s eyes reach to see.

Landing yourself on an island that your necklace with a blue, glowing crystal is sending you. Your confused as what you might come across, being you trust your necklace. It has some strange powers, being able to protect you from danger.

Walking across the sand you come to a jungle, down a little slide way to a cave. There you slide down, ending up to a pool of calm water. You had an urge to dip your whole body in, as you did moonlight rises over you.

you look up to the moon shining above your head, looking around to see bubbles starting to pop. You appear to turn into something much more, magical than magic.

“Oh my god, this is awesome but frightening,” you gasped, as everything around you is now silent. Your necklace now stops glowing, your now wondering how to go back out.

Since that day you are a mermaid but not your typical one. You touch water to become the beautiful creature, when dry you turn back human. No one knows except for you, you try to live a normal life working through school and friends.

🧋

Peter Parker, an awkward, cute, clumsy boy who is making his way through life just like you with a secret.

On the busy streets of Queens he bumps into making you drop your books.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you,” Peter rushed to pick up your belongings. Quickly standing to see your mesmerising face.

“It’s honestly, fine. At lest it wasn’t water,” you joked sarcastically, “um, thanks,…”

“Peter, Peter Parker,” Peter smiles, handing back your books.

“Thanks, Peter. I’m Y/N,” You smile back at his adorable thin lips.

“I gotta go, I don’t want to be late for class um, bye Peter,” you chuckle nervously, waving.

“Bye, Y/N,” Peter waved back, walking in a total different direction.

🧋

Everyone whispering in between the hallways as they walk, Peter walks up to his friends Ned and Mj.

“Hey, guys. What is everyone talking about?” Peter questioned as he put his books into his locker.

“Haven’t you heard?” Ned shocked, “There is a new girl, just started,”

“What really? Wow,” Peter gulps, wondering at who this new girl is.

“Yh, heard that she pretty cool and collected,” Mj nods, “it would be nice if she joined,”

Ned and Peter looked at this each other, “wait, wait,” they turn around to her.

“Your telling me, miss anti-social actually,” Peter starts, “Wants to get to know someone,” Ned finishes astonished.

“No that’s totally not what I said,” Mj shakes her head, sometimes really need another girl to make it equal with these bone brain guys.

There is always Betty but she mostly with other people after Liz left.

“Put brain cells in your head before you come to school,” Mj bluntly mumbled, walking to class.

Peter and Ned shrugs, walking to class with her.

🧋

Peter sits down in physics, loving this lesson because he’s always into science. Hence why he goes to Mid-town high school, he got brains and skills to show off.

Just as he thought it couldn’t get any better he sees a pretty girl, not just a girl. You, he recognises from earlier. Peter starts to overthink getting lost in his mind that he didn’t even see you sit down next to him.

“Hey,” You smile, tapping on his shoulder, you tilt your head to the side.

Peter turns his head, “Oh, hey,” smiling, “so your the new girl? I bumped into you,”

“Yh, it’s a pretty cool school,” you laugh, melody to Peter’s hyper sensed ears. “Do not stress, your too adorable. Anyway wanna be friends Pretty boy,” you smile, feeling confident infront of him.

You made Peter flustered, pretty oblivious at your actions. Just trying to be friendly to the cute boy, who you won’t admit liking.

“Yes,” Peter smiled back as the class starts.

The class boring to others as usual but Peter found it interesting, he made his web fluid in this class along side chemistry.

At the end of the class, you and Peter get paired up for the Home work. Your excited just as Peter to spend even more time together, even though only knowing each other just a few hours.

🧋

After some other classes, it’s finally lunch. Walking up to the cafe, you wasn’t really sure where to sit but Peter waved at you to come closer.

“Hi,” you sit down smiling, “it’s nice to meet you, I’m guessing your Peters friends. I’m Y/N,”

“Hey, this is Ned and Mj,” Peter speaks, getting cut off.

“Oh hey,” Ned smiles, bumping Mj’s arms to get her to look up.

“Hi, sorry I was staring into my soul.” Mj looks blankly at you.

“That’s ok, I guess you like the black Dalion like the murder?” You chuckle, Peter takes a bite of his sandwich.

“Yh, uh how do you know?” Mj looking at you intrigued, Ned shrugging at Peter.

“I can tell by your face, it’s not hard to know,” you laugh, “You like observing people, I’m the same,”

Turning back to Peter, you eat your food. Mj just nodding, kinda smiling at how she likes you.

You and Peter start chatting along with Mj and Ned. You become really good friends over the past few weeks at school.

🧋

“Oh, hey,” Peter looks up from his locker door, he getting his books into his bag.

“What are you doing tonight?” You nervously, question fiddling with your jumper.

“I am,” Peter thinks, closing the lock door with him looking into your eyes. He has lost all his words, seeing your beauty makes his mind go blank.

“Hello, Peter. Are you there?” You wave your hand in front of his face, giving a really confused look at why he all of sudden started to day dream.

“Oh, yes, um.” Peter looks around, tiptoeing up and down on his feet. He holding his bag with one hand tightly, over his shoulder.

“What are you doing tonight? I asked,” You say, licking your lips.

“Yh, Im studying. Do you want to join?” Peter blushes, smiling at you.

“Yh, I’m down for that, I need to study physics,” You see Mj and Ned walk up, “I’ll catch you later, I’m going to go to class.”

You wave, Peter nods saying, “Bye,” as you rush down the hall still nervous to talk to people.

Peter closes his locked, putting his head against it closing his eyes. Frustrated at his feelings for you are all over the place, it’s a huge mess.

“Hey, what stick went up your ass,” Mj tight smiles at Peter, dripping with sarcasm, “But honestly, what’s wrong?”

“You haven’t been yourself lately, Man. We just want check up on you before class,” Ned explained tapping on his should.

Peter turns around, seeing Ned and Mj.

“I’m good guys, nothing to worry about. I’m gonna go to Spanish?” Peter walks backwards pointing his thumb behind him, doing an awkward run to the door.

“But, we don’t have Spanish on Tue…” Ned sighs, “And he is gone,”

“No, shit. I don’t see him anywhere,” Mj turning around to look all directions, “We should head to class,” she walks, Ned following her.

🧋

Peter rushes out of class to go home, all he thinking about is you. Studying with you, maybe even more..

You and Peter only been friends for around 6 months but it feels longer than that.

He might even ask you to come for a movie night sometime, that would be cool.

“Oh Honey, Peter,” May heard his bedroom close, deciding to ask when he comes out.

Peter changes into some joggers and a hoodie, “what do you want for dinner,” May asked, curiously.

“Uh, I don’t know and um you know my friend, Y/N right?” Peter told May,

“Oh, yes that sweet girl, who you think is cute,” She smiles, going into the kitchen.

“Well, she is coming over,” Peter goes into the kitchen, smiling.

“That’s lovely dear, would she like to stay for dinner?” May starts to take out pots and pans.

“I would of thought, so?” Peter rushes to the door as he heard a knock.

“Hi, would you want to stop for dinner?” Peter grinned, as you walk inside.

“Hi sure,” You greet May then go to his room placing your bag down, Peter’s room has a bunk bed with a single at the top and a double underneath.

Peter and you settle down in his room, having lots of notes spread out to study.

“I really suck at physics,” you pout as Peter explained it again, “I still don’t get it,” You laugh.

“You will,” Peter reassured you, taking your hand rubbing it. You feel sparks fly up your arm, you smile at the contact.

There is a cup of water right near you, you being oblivious of your secret right now because all your attention is on Peter.

Peter leans over to grab it but shortly spills it on you, you gasp, panicking having no where to run because the bathroom is outside.

You really want to get up but there wouldn’t be any point, it could be worse. May could see what you really are. It’s Peter, how bad can it be?

“Oh my god, Peter,” You gasp again, flapping your arms out mouth wide open.

“I’m so sorry, Are you ok?” Peter asks, “Your ok, love. It’s only a bit of water.” He reassures you softly stroking your head, giving you sympathy eyes.

“It’s not that,” You gulp, dreading thoughts as you transform into a floppy mermaid. Your eyes widen, as Peter try’s to take it all in.

Peter runs to the door to lock it, he breathing heavy with you freaking out a bit.

“What?” Peter flaps his arms, “How is this even possible?” His eyes widen as he whispers to you.

“Are you even real?” He waves his arms out to you, he sits next to you try to calm down.

“Peter, it’s ok. Try to breath sweetheart,” You shift your tail, taking his hand and stroking his strands just as he did you.

Peter looks up into your gorgeous eyes, his breathing going back to calm in and out breaths. He thinks about his secret, how you must feel the same way. Having no one know is really hard!

Peter closes his eyes as he leans into your chest with only a shell bra on. He wraps his strong, tone arms around your waist because you give him so much comfort and Warmth.

Your shocked at how he only freaked out a little bit, didn’t even run out of the door. Peter instead came closer to you, better yet cuddling into you.

“Are you ok? Now Petey,” You whisper, gently stroking his forehead.

“Mm,” he nods, “Are you?”

“Yes,” You kiss his forehead, feeling blessed.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me and you can do that again,” Peter smiles, looking up with a dazed face.

You now transformed back to human because your dry, no water on you.

“Peter Parker your something different,” you laugh stating, kissing his forehead again. He smiles at your loving gesture.

“Maybe because I am,” He whispers, teasing you right into your ear. Knowing full well he is definitely a different breed, now because of that radioactive spider.

“Show me,” You tease back, Curious at what Peter could be hiding.

“Do you really want to know,” Peter smirks, teasing back again.

“Oh, my Peter! I’m a fucking mermaid, what could you possibly be that is worse?” You hushed him, shaking your head laughing.

“But honestly, please show me,” You say bringing him back down with you. Looking him into his eyes, seeing his warm, brown eyes melt into yours was a blessing.

You take your chances and kiss him right on the lips as he kind of lays on top of you. Peter is taken back by the kiss but quickly deepens it, pulling you up to sit with him.

You pull apart breathless, blinking still gazed at your actions towards one another.

“I, I like you, Y/N and, and if you don’t like me that’s fine..” Peter rambled on, only you cutting him off again with a another kiss to shut him up.

“Pete, please stop stressing, you too blessed! And I do like you back, otherwise I wouldn’t of kissed you first sweetheart,” You breathed out, having your arms around his neck.

Peter’s arms slip around your waist, through this intense moment you both break a smile. Softening up the moment, You kiss passionately as both of your hands are all over the other.

Only stopping your make out session with

“Dinner, Peter and Y/N,” May half shouts since thin walls and all.

You look up blushing, Peter pulling you up kissing your cheek.

“Do You want to be my girlfriend?” Peter sweetly, asked biting his lip.

“Yes, boyfriend,” You kisses his cheek as you walk out the door to dinner.

“Ok, girlfriend,” Peter whispers more to himself, following you.

Peter’s secret long forgotten through out the chaos but not for long. Not that Peter didn’t want to tell you, especially since he was the reason you revealed yours.

Peter loves you just the way you are, Mermaid or not! He will be Supporting and protecting you every step of the way.

🧋

Bonus scene… You finding out Peter’s Secret after dinner.

Being 9pm and you had to be back by 10:30 at the latest, you had about an hour to spend more with Peter.

You still haven’t forgot about earlier, before dinner when Peter said something about his own secret.

You rush into his room to hide under his covers, giggling as you feel his arms tickling you.

“Stop,” you laugh, turning, “I can’t take it.”

Peter stops, to climb in with you until..

“Wait, Pete,” You say, standing up taking his hand looking directly at him in his eyes.

“Yes, Darling,” You blush at the pet name, Peter taking your hand into his, “what is it?”

“Um, what is your secret?” You smile, curious.

“My secret,” Peter scratched the back of neck, looking the other way.

You must admit it is embarrassing showing someone something to someone, even if they are close.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t even have to show or tell me. I’m not going to pressure you, just because my secret accidentally came out, ok?” You Comfort him, rubbing his hands.

“No, no it’s ok. I want you to know Darling, it’s not just because I know your secret but it is only fair! I want you to know because it is apart of me like yours,” Peter smiles, hugging you.

You smile feeling his body heat engulf you, brining butterflies up to your tummy. If feels like your flying into the sky, it is such a truly amazing feeling to feel inside you.

“Ok, I’m ready. Just try not to freak out,” Peter nervously, gives you a grin.

You nod understanding he has compassion and confidence in himself, which is good!

“I’m spider-man,” Peter whispers, breathing out slowly as you hear.

“Oh ok,” your eyes widen, “That is great,” you smile, proud of him.

“I can do many cool tricks too, I’ll show you,” He sticks to the ceiling, crawling along it.

“Woah, that is Fabulous,” You giggle, “That isn’t all, sweet pea,” Peter winks at you.

“I can shoot webs from this web fluid that I made in class, these web shooters I have on my wrist projects it,” Peter shows you the movement as a web sticks to the wall.

“Um,” Peter thinking, “Oh also I have this cool sixth sense, it’s called spidery sense I can sense danger, emotions that are high,” Peter explains trying to be clear.

“So a Peter tingle?” You laugh, Peter groans.

“What?” You ask curiously, petting his head.

“Nothing, just that my aunt May calls it that too!” Peter chuckles, “I sometime love it but then don’t,”

“Oh, your aunt knows?”

“Yh, um Ned knows too! He’s a guy in the chair, which is cool. Mj knows because things lead to one another and she kinda figured it out,” Peter awkwardly, smiled at that memory.

“Makes sense, you guys are really close friends.” You smile back.

“I have my senses hyped up, for example my hearing. I can hear further away, my smell stronger. You get the thing of it,”

“Well, thank you for telling me,” You smile pulling him for another hug.

“Your welcome, I guess our secrets both came out together.” Peter chuckles, “Yes,” you say.

You can tell him more about yourself being a mermaid with your power and special necklace next time.

Instead of telling, you decide to leave that for another adventurous day. Adoring each other as You and Peter cuddle a whole lot more into each other’s embrace.

Everything comes out from the under the waves eventually, from Secrets to feelings to even more secrets!!!

Peter ends up swinging you home like a good boyfriend because it’s far too late for you to walk.

Tucked under your bed, Peter doing the same as he gets home. You both think of the other as you drift off to sleep, peacefully.

Until it’s dreading another day of school, when you wake up!

#peter parker imagine #tom peter parker #peter parker fluff #secrets revealed #spider man #tom holland #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #lovers #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #mermaidreader

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