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Slayers Secret Santa 2020 fanfic: Sisters

Hi, @sugar-stories! I was your @slayersweek secret santa this year, sorry for the lateness. I hope you’ll enjoy this little fic - community service did not quite make it, but I’ve tried to incorporate the other prompts to the best of my ability.

Sisters

“Gracia, wait!”

The tall girl in her mid-teens turned back, her long raven hair and priestess garb swaying around her.

The clothing and features of the child trying to catch up to her on the narrow forest path were undeniably similar to hers, but with her round blue eyes and startled expression she still had an air of innocence about her, suggesting an age barely over ten years at most.

“You’re so slow, Amelia!” the older girl spoke impatiently.

“But we shouldn’t stray this far from the camp!” The answer came in a pleading tone. “When they find out, everyone will be really angry!”

“Hahaha! They won’t find out if we’re quick enough – so hurry up! Breeze Town should be really close now.”

Despite her eagerness to rush ahead, Gracia did slow her pace down slightly. Amelia tried her best to catch up, but still looked quite a bit worried.

“Why are we going to Breeze Town?” she asked once she was close enough to tug at the other girl’s robes.

“Hihihi! Because, dear sister, while you were wasting time reading fairy tales in the Eternal Queen’s castle, I found out a huge secret!” Gracia replied, looking very proud of herself. “The Knight of Ceiphied, the strongest person in Zephilia, works at an inn there!”

That certainly piqued the younger girl’s interest a little. “A knight? Do you want to ask him to teach us how to fight evil?”

Her older sister sent a look of disgust her way. “What? No, of course not. I want to beat him up.”

“Eeeeh?! Why??” Amelia’s eyes grew larger than dinner plates. “Is he a villain…? I thought knights were allies of justice…”

Gracia turned her head away. “Who cares what he is. If I can defeat him, Father will have to accept that I’m strong enough to set out on my own.”

The little girl tugged at her sister’s robe once more with a pout. “Are you trying to run away again? In those weird clothes?”

No answer came. Gracia still refused to look her in the eye.

“They’ll drag you back again, you know. And Father will be really sad.”

The older girl raised her head high in defiance… then let out a yelp as she tripped over a thick wooden branch lying across the path. Unfortunately for her, they were going downhill on a moderately steep slope at this point, so not only did her face get closely acquainted with the muddy earth, but her momentum made her roll a good ten yards down the path, until she stopped at a spot where the autumn forest gave way to a large, lush meadow.

Once she caught up again, Amelia crouched down and touched her sister’s arm, lying in the dirt in an odd angle. Her expression was now more resigned than worried, like she was seeing such a scene for the umpteenth time.

“RECOVERY.” The healing spell flooded their surroundings with white light. “…Let’s just go back to the camp now, okay?”

“Huhu… ha… ha… Y-You think this was enough to hurt me? Haha, this… this is nothing,” Gracia muttered, wincing as she got off the ground.

“…Why are you doing that?” Amelia asked innocently.

“Hihihi, doing what?”

“That! That strange laugh! It sounds like… like someone is tickling you.”

Gracia seemed greatly offended by her remark. “No one is tickling me! It’s just… Mom always said that a confident laugh can strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, so…” She trailed off, then added in barely a whisper, “I’m still practicing, okay?”

Looking too embarrassed to continue, she instead took a few careful steps forward, let her gaze sweep through the scenery – and her face immediately lit up.

“There it is! The town!” She pointed towards the opposite edge of the meadow and broke into a run, injuries all but forgotten.

A road cut into the middle of the grassland, much wider and visibly more well-travelled than the path they had followed until now. One end disappeared among the forest trees, but the other indeed led to a couple of wooden cottages, with more buildings coming into view in the distance. In front of them, the words “Breeze Town” were carved into a short limestone obelisk.

“This looks like a pretty big place,” Amelia commented as they made their way into the settlement. “How will you find that knight person?”

Her sister grinned. “Haha! Everyone in Zephilia knows about the Knight of Ceiphied! We’ll just ask someone for directions… like that weird-looking commoner over there.”

About fifty yards ahead stood a larger two-storey building with a sign depicting a heavily stylized bovine udder. A young girl with chestnut brown hair paced back and forth in front of it restlessly; she was the same age as, or perhaps slightly older than Amelia, but it was very hard to tell for sure considering she was dressed in a cow costume from the neck down, complete with black hooves and a huge, pink-colored cotton udder hanging from her stomach.

Once she noticed the two sisters’ approach, the girl gave an exasperated sigh, and to their astonishment began a small sing-and-dance routine, making several pirouettes in front of the wooden structure, her udder flailing wildly about in the air.

I’m Cindy the cow, yes, that’s my name, They serve my milk here to great acclaim, You looking for wine? Hey, that’s no shame, Maggie’s Inn welcomes you all the same!

After going through the lyrics twice in a rather lifeless voice, the girl graciously whirled around on one leg – and started banging her head against the inn’s wall.

“I.. can’t… take… it… anymore!” she screeched.

The sisters simply stood there, rooted to the spot.

“Um…” Gracia began, but before she could say anything else, the cotton udder once again took a 180-degree turn in the air, its owner glaring daggers at her.

“Don’t. Ask,” she hissed threateningly.

“…Why are you dressed like that?”

“Aaargh! I told you not to ask!” The puffy forelegs of the costume tore into her shoulder-length hair. “It’s my punishment, alright?! Luna works as a waitress here and I thought people wouldn’t mind if her adorable little sis would snatch a cookie or two for free… But they’re a bunch of penny-pinching pricks, and now I have to work in this… ridiculous getup to pay for them! Does that placate your curiosity, dear customer?!”

Amelia blinked in confusion. “But… why tell us if you don’t want people to know?”

“Because it’s part of my punishment, you numskull!” the girl roared, then reached into a small pocket on her costume and took out a piece of paper, irritably scanning its contents. “Now what else do I need to tell you? Ah, right: chocolate milkshakes are now fifty percent off, though it’s still daylight robbery if you ask me, there’s a special ‘buy one get one free’ offer on cookies, but don’t bother, I tried them and they’re horrible… oh, and the guards want people to stick to the forest when heading out of town, because the man-eating plasma dragon was spotted not far from here recently.”

“M-M-Man-eating plasma dragon??” Amelia blanched.

Her sister on the other hand merely gave a curious nod. “Hmm, now that you mention it, I remember Father and the Eternal Queen talking about something like that. The beast is hiding in the mountains near the capital and comes down here from time to time to eat people.”

“Eeeeeh?! We left our escort and came all the way here when you knew that evil dragon was around?!”

“Now don’t be scared,” Gracia lightly patted Amelia’s head, though she did not seem to appreciate the gesture. “If the beast turns up on our way back, it’ll serve as a nice cool-down exercise after my triumph over the Knight of Ceiphied. Muhuhuhu!”

The brown-haired girl in the cow costume, until now busy poking her ear in a display of utter boredom, suddenly perked up. “Wait, what? You want to beat up the Knight of Ceiphied…?”

“Yes, hahaha, that is exactly why we’re here,” the older girl nodded again with confidence.

“Uh-huh… Gotta ask: are you planning to do that before or after hell freezes over?”

Her good mood evaporating, Gracia folded her arms. “Hmph! I do not need to hear such insults from a common cookie thief who presently serves her well-deserved punishment. Good day!”

She was about to turn away, when the inn’s door opened a crack and a young waitress peeked out, gazing curiously at the sisters. She was around halfway between Gracia and Amelia in age, though her mannerisms and outfit made her look slightly more mature. Her dark bangs were long, both in the back and in front, to the extent that they nearly covered her eyes.

“Are these people leaving?” she asked with some disappointment, before turning her head to the side. “Hey ‘Cindy’, are you doing your job properly? You should be getting us customers, but it’s already half past ten and the inn’s almost empty.”

“C-Cut it out! I’m not Cindy!!” the girl in the cow costume wailed. She pointed at the pair in front of her in desperation. “How about you bully them for a change? Hey, you two loons, she’s the one you were looking for, the ever-so-famous Knight of Ceiphied!”

Gracia and Amelia gawked at the waitress.

“She’s… Whaaat??” That was all the former managed to say.

“Are you… are you really the famous knight?” the younger girl asked with wonder.

The answer came in a wary voice. “…First of all, I’m Luna. Second, I don’t actually have an official title, but yes, people around here call me the Knight of Ceiphied. What business do you have with—?”

“The outrage!” Gracia cried out before she could finish, extending both hands in a theatrical gesture towards the girl in the cow costume. “How could a person as powerful as you put a lovely, innocent child like her through such undeserved hardship?!”

Amelia took a step back, perplexed. “Uh, but you just said—”

“Unforgivable!” Her protests were likewise ignored. “The heavens cry out for retribution, and I will see to it that justice is served! Now, heehihihee, prepare yourself, Knight of Ceiphied!” Gracia waved a hand in front of her. “FREEZE ARROW!”

An icicle the size of her outstretched arm appeared in the air and sped towards Luna.

“She’s totally nuts!” The chestnut-haired girl dove out of the way in a frenzy.

The waitress, on the other hand, did not try to evade – in fact, she looked almost relieved.

“Oh, so you’re one of those people.” She lazily held out her hand, and the moment it made contact, the icy projectile burst to pieces. “I was worried you’d try to recruit me for some world-saving quest or something.”

Amelia’s frantic gaze jumped from Luna to her sister and back. “Wait-wait-wait! You say she’s a villain, but… almost blowing up the inn out of the blue is also something a villain would do, you know…! What’s going on??”

“She’s got a point,” the waitress said, suddenly standing next to Gracia, with a hand on the other’s shoulder. “Let’s take this fight somewhere else.”

The tall girl huffed. “You think you can tell me what to do? I’m… uh…”

She looked around, disoriented. The two of them were no longer within Breeze Town, but stood alone amidst the vast meadow she had crossed earlier.

“Here’s how this is gonna be,” Luna stated matter-of-factly. “I’ll spare a minute to pummel you into the dirt, and in return you’re going to buy yourself a full-course meal at Maggie’s. Got it?”

Gracia tried to give the angry huff another go. “Like I said, you think you can tell me… what to… No way…”

The waitress now held a sack full of coins in her hand, and amused herself by repeatedly tossing it into the air. “I’ll hold onto this for you until then. Come on, give it your best shot!”

The older girl sent a scowl her way, then leapt back. “I’ll make you eat those words! DEMONA CRYSTAL!”

Dense, chilling fog hit the ground in front of her, creating a thick sheet of ice upon contact. The freezing cold spread out in a fan shape and quickly reached the spot where Luna stood – except she was no longer there.

“Aaaand you missed,” the waitress’ voice sounded from behind her.

Gracia turned around just enough to see Luna giving her a light push with her free hand – a light push which sent her a good twenty yards through the air, screaming all the way. Even after the unnerving sound of impact, the momentum made her roll another ten yards in the grass until she came to a stop.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself; this is how it always ends,” Luna commented as she walked closer. “One tap, one KO – end of story.”

The tall grass ahead of her stirred.

“I’m… not… done yet.” With great effort, Gracia managed to stand up. She was covered in bruises and her priestess outfit had gotten torn in a few places, but her injuries still looked unexpectedly minor considering her previous trip through the air.

For the first time, genuine surprise spread across the waitress’ features. “Wow… You’re a tough one, I’ll give you that.”

Her opponent managed a shaky grin. “Mwuhaha! I told you I’ll make you eat your words! And now…” She put a hand on the ground. “VU VRAIMER!”

The earth began to shake, then split apart and a twelve-foot-tall, roughly humanoid mass of soil and grass climbed out of the fissure.

“Golem! Attack!” Gracia commanded.

“Baa!” the magical construct responded in a deep voice, swung its mighty fist… and nearly flattened its creator.

“Wait! Not me! Not me!” said girl screamed, running as fast as she could towards Luna with the golem in dogged pursuit.

The waitress simply stood there, looking unsure what to do about the situation; thus she was caught entirely off guard when, the moment she passed by, her opponent held out a hand to her face.

“LIGHTING!” With its duration set to zero, the spell immediately extinguished itself in a brief, blinding flash. In the same instant, Gracia changed directions and cocked her fist. “I have you now! Pacifist Crush!”

Her blow was caught within the Knight of Ceiphied’s open palm.

“Do you know how many times my sister tried that tactic against me?” Luna flung her flailing opponent out of the way, then readied a strike of her own against the incoming golem. “Why do you think I let my bangs fall into my face?”

A second later, the animated mass of earth burst apart, pieces of soil raining down on the meadow everywhere.

Having flown only a couple of steps this time, Gracia quickly scrambled to her feet. With a stubborn smirk, she raised both hands into the air. “Is that so? Then it’s time for my most powerful spell! Prepare yourself!”

A sphere of blue light began to gather between her palms.

“Alright, bring it!” Luna answered with a smug smile of her own. “I’ll admit I’m starting to enjoy… this…”

Her words died away as her gaze rose upwards, drawn to the massive shadow that fell upon the two of them.

Thump.

“Mwahahaha! You’re scared now, aren’t you?” Gracia laughed, seemingly unaware of how the ground once again shook below her feet, much more violently this time – and not because of the spell she was trying to cast, either.

The waitress did in fact seem shaken, but for entirely different reasons. “No, forget about the fight! Look behind you and run!” she shouted.

“What a transparent ruse! I know you are only trying to distract me to— Kyaaa!!” Gracia let out a scream as what seemed to be a bolt of lightning sped by above her head, scattering her spell effortlessly. It hit the ground halfway between her and her opponent, resulting in a crater wide enough to easily swallow a cart.

A feral snarl came from behind her back. With shaky legs, the tall girl slowly turned around.

Towering over her was a dragon with scales of silver, claws of steel and eyes of liquid gold. Its head alone was twice her own size; electricity crackled within its mouth, ready to unleash another bolt of magical destruction.

Her entire body paralyzed by fear, Gracia could only watch helplessly as the beast’s claws swiped through the air in her direction.

The boulder-sized talon came to a halt less than a yard from her, held in place with a single hand by Luna, who appeared between them in the blink of an eye.

“Sorry pal, in our town there is no such thing as a free lunch,” the waitress sneered.

She then swatted the claws away like they were leaves in the wind, jumped forward and drove her first into the dragon’s stomach.

The beast roared, though more in anger than pain, it seemed: the punch shoved it back a good distance on the ground, but its shiny scales looked none worse for wear at the point of impact.

Seeing the ineffectiveness of her attack, Luna appeared annoyed herself – but her ire soon turned into bewilderment as the dragon’s growling voice began to form coherent words.

“You strong, human! But me still eat you soon!”

Gracia, who stood in the exact same position as before, seemingly petrified, finally forced out a gasp. “It… haha… it can talk…”

“Me talk!” the dragon replied in a lower, but still rumbling voice laced with pride. “Me siblings all dumb, but me strong and smart! Siblings stay on mountain, but me come down and find many tasty human! Me the best!”

“Oh, shut up,” Luna spat while jumping high into the air.

For a moment she was seemingly floating way above the huge beast, then she came down with a mighty punch to its skull, one she could put all her momentum behind.

As she touched down on the ground, the dragon’s head reeled to the side – but then righted itself once more, still no injury to be seen.

“You no hurt me!” With that cry, it sent another volley of lightning at the waitress.

Still unable to move, Gracia watched the magic beam tear into the grassy landscape – and the next thing she knew, she was at the edge of the meadow near the town entrance, with Luna standing next to her.

“Damn lizard’s right, I can’t bring it down like this. I need something I can use as a focus for my powers,” the waitress explained in a hurried tone. “Do you have a dagger, a sword or anything similar?”

“No,” Gracia responded immediately, looking inexplicably upset, as if the Knight of Ceiphied had just insulted her parents.

“Figures.” Luna glanced back at the dragon; the beast was already closing in on them, trampling through the tall grass, each step like the beating of a gigantic drum. “Okay, here’s the plan: run towards the town, keep that dumbass occupied for just a minute – I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

If the tall girl wanted to protest, she never got the chance: the waitress was gone from her sight in the next instant. She looked down at her trembling legs, as if hoping she could glare them into submission and get them to move.

Then her heart skipped a beat. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a crucial detail both her and the Knight of Ceiphied have missed until then.

Their fight had an audience.

“The evil monster is going to destroy the town! We must help!” Amelia jumped forth from behind the limestone obelisk, trying to strike a heroic pose while visibly fighting her own battle against fear.

“And help how?!” The girl in the cow costume appeared next to her, tearing at her chestnut hair. “Do you know a spell big enough? Because for me only one comes to mind, and I don’t think I can pull that off right now! Where the heck did Luna run off to??” She looked around, but the waitress was still nowhere to be seen. “Ugh… Fine, but don’t blame me if everything goes sideways! VAL FLARE!”

“No, w-wait…!” Gracia’s words of warning were drowned out by the roar of flames as a crimson projectile smashed against the fore legs of the approaching dragon.

Despite the huge explosion that followed, the spell did not even slow the beast down – but it was enough to make it change directions.

“Ha, human me tickle,” the plasma dragon growled with amusement as it trotted by the still-stupefied Gracia and stared the young spellcaster down. “Tickle give me appetite…”

In the same moment, Luna nearly tore the inn door off its hinges.

“The guards! Have any of you seen where they are??” she questioned the patrons within; the place was a lot more crowded now, many having fled inside when they saw the approaching beast. Most only stared at the waitress confused, while a few people shook their heads. “Great…Then do you have a sword, a dagger, or… anything with a pointy end? Come on!”

A wave of murmurs ran through the crowd.

“Maybe… you could ask the boss lady?” one of them pointed towards the counter; the innkeeper herself was currently missing from the room.

Luna sighed irritably. “No, Maggie doesn’t keep any weapons here. The place’s full of that fancy kitchenware collection of hers…” Her eyes bulged. “That’s it!!”

“Stay back, you vile monster!” Amelia’s mid-air kick collided with the wall of silver scales, but she bounced right off like she was trying to beat up a mountain. “Oooow!”

“Come any closer, and I’m lobbing a Fireball down your throat!” Drops of sweat rolled down the face of the girl in the cow costume, as the dragon slowly lowered its head towards her.

“Yes, human use more flashy light,” the rumbling voice almost purred like a cat. “Me like tickle when me eat… so… um…”

The beast pulled its head back slightly, suddenly looking uncertain.

“…What?” she blurted out.

A weird, disgusted frown appeared on the draconic visage. “No-no, me wrong. Tickle or no tickle, me no eat you. Look thin, short… nasty. Me get heartburn.”

“…Huh?! Why you little…!”

“Other human look more tasty.” A ball of fire crashed into the beast’s face, but it did not even notice as it turned its attention to Amelia, who lay in the grass clutching her sprained leg. It opened its gaping mouth, sparks of electricity dancing within. “Me have lunch now—”

“AQUA CREATE!”

“Graoaaaargh!!” A tormented roar could be heard as a heavy stream of water poured into the plasma dragon’s mouth and reacted with the energies of its primed breath weapon inside, sending waves of lightning through its entire body.

“Atrocious! Not only do you ignore me, but dare raise a hand against my sister?! I hope you’re prepared for what comes next!” Gracia yelled while sprinting closer. Her voice, now without an ounce of fear, was instead rife with anger.

The beast whirled around; stray arcs of electricity still occasionally ran through its eyes and nostrils, making its face twitch.

“You! Awful human!” it boomed. “You make me pretty tongue all hurt and numb! Me eat you first!”

Gracia merely put her hands on her hips. “Really, is that the best threat you can muster? If you wish to scare me, you still have some ways to go! Ha… Hahaha… Hahahaha…!”

The dragon looked outraged. “What…? No, me no joke! Me no funny! Me really eat you!”

“…Hehehehe… Hihihihihahaha…!”

“H-Hey…! Hey! Why you laugh?! Me scary! Me strong, scary dragon…! No laugh, human! You hurt me feeling!”

But Gracia kept on laughing and laughing, barely taking a second to breathe, as if her life depended on it – and perhaps it did.

“Hahahaha… Huhuhuhuhu….! Hahahahahohoho!”

She did not let up, and with every passing second, her voice became louder, sharper and stronger.

“Hohoho…! OhOHohoHohO! OOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

That was the moment when the dragon started to back away.

“S-Stop! Me have good ear! Guh… You crazy! Me no eat crazy! Stooooop!!” It opened its mouth again to release another bolt of lightning, but only produced a shower of harmless sparks.

With no other option left, the beast turned around again in panic, trying to flee in the direction of the town – and immediately came face to face with the Knight of Ceiphied. She held something in her right hand: the largest kitchen knife she could find in the innkeeper’s collection.

“Hi.” Luna smiled. “Missed me?”

As she lunged forward, the blade of her weapon began to shine with brilliant white light; the knife pierced the silver scales like butter, all the way up to the handle.

“Me... no smart… after all…” the dragon groaned – and the surge of holy power burned it to ashes from the inside.

All could now breathe a sigh of relief… Well, if it were not for the insufferable laugh that still pierced the air.

“Oohohohoho! OOOOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Gracia stood there with her head held high, a reversed palm put in front of her mouth, oblivious to the world around her.

Wincing, Luna put her knife away and tried stopping her ears, but it seemed to make no difference whatsoever. “Ugh… What in the gods’ name is that horrible sound?”

“Someone… I’ll promise to be a good girl from now on… just make it stop!” the brown-haired girl writhed in agony on the ground next to her.

“No choice then, I’ll… have to knock her out,” the waitress spoke through gritted teeth. She took one shaky step forward, then immediately fell to her knees. “Crap! It’s somehow… making all my limbs go numb—!”

“SLEEPING!”

Finally, silence descended on the meadow. Gracia’s form slumped and she fell over – right into her sister’s arms.

“Please don’t be too angry when you wake up… You were so cool just now,” Amelia whispered in a tender voice while holding her in the princess carry pose, not looking the least bit overwhelmed. She then turned sheepishly towards the others. “Um, I’m sorry for… well, everything. But at least the evil dragon has been defeated, and we got to see that you really are no villain, Luna-san!”

The waitress gave her a weird look. “Uh… thanks?”

Amelia lowered her head in a polite bow. “It’s late, so we really need to go back now. But I hope the four of us can meet up later on and fight for justice together!” With an odd, exaggerated pirouette likely meant to look heroic, she whirled around, almost fell on her face, but righted herself at the last moment. “Take care until then, brave knight and… um, Cindy!”

The petite girl headed for the forest path with quick steps, Gracia still resting in her arms.

Only when she disappeared behind the trees did Luna speak up once more, as if she suddenly realized something. “Hey Lina, who were these people again? Did you catch their names? I actually never gave them their purse back.”

“Nope.” Her sister shrugged. “But I say if we never see them again, it’ll be too soon.” She put a finger to her chin, and added in a mischievous voice, “Still, what a lucky break for you, huh?”

Luna’s brows furrowed slightly. “Come again?”

“I mean, if that lunatic could still fight, she would have mopped the floor with you. Heheh, imagine everyone talking about how the great Knight of Ceiphied got her butt kicked by some crazy girl who laughed her into oblivion—” While looking like she was just getting started, Lina immediately shrunk back as she noticed her sister’s unamused stare. “Err… uh… I’ll be g-going back to dancing now, okay?”

She then quickly ran off towards the inn, her cotton udders swaying left and right.

To Gracia’s disappointment, that day did not go down in history as the moment when the Knight of Ceiphied suffered an ignominious defeat, but as the day when said knight slew a plasma dragon with nothing but a kitchen knife, making her fame soar to even greater heights.

Still, Gracia was sure, more than ever before, that things would not stay the way they were. She had grown and changed. They could not keep her at home for much longer: she would soon set out on a journey to see the world, practice magic and make a name for herself. Not by her ancestry, but by her own power.

Her own legend, that of Naga the Serpent, was only beginning…

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redthreadoffate · 4 years

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turn back time [tom holland]

relationship: tom holland x reader

warnings: mistakes here and there

request (anon): Oh my gosh thank you for writing not just seb Stan for those few of us who aren’t into him as much.. can I request for tom Holland X reader where she feels left behind as his fame increases. Where they use to hang out a lot but then he is away more and more Like he goes to events, parties, filming etc… and at first he puts in effort to stay in touch but it drops off. Then one day he really needs her and she’s still there for him and he sees how important she is to him 💜

notes: hi anon! i’m honestly not sure if this is what you were looking for. i’ve been re-reading the request but this is really what popped into my head. i’m so sorry if i got this wrong! huhu

summary: there’s a new meaning to cupcakes for you

You placed your elbow on the table and then your chin on your palm. You were carrying a cupcake with a single, lit candle on your other hand. “Happy birthday to me…” you sang then blew out the small fire. You watched the smoke before placing the sweet down and sighing heavily.

You used a finger to swipe some vanilla frosting from the cupcake before licking the sweet cream from the same digit.

It was your birthday today and, although you had a great time spending it with some friends yesterday and then your family today, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were having a really bad day. You know you shouldn’t feel that way but it couldn’t be helped. Especially when you’re just so used to a certain tradition.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you remembered the past few years. You realize now that it’ll never be the same. And this solo birthday celebration was proof of it.

Suddenly, there was a ring that covered your apartment and you jumped in surprise.

It was past 10 pm and you were a little scared to find out who was on the other side.

Wiping your tears away, you slowly crept to your front door and quietly slid the cover of the peephole aside to see who it was. When you saw the person on the other side, you immediately opened the door but said nothing except stare at the one in front of you.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied.

“Happy birthday,” he continued. Then held up a stuffed dog. “Am I late?”

It wasn’t always like this. For years, you and Tom had been good friends and then later becoming more than that. At first, he would bring you to auditions, then the sets and photoshoots, and then there were the premieres.

But you had become busy with work, especially since you were just starting out, and you had to decline Tom’s invitations. But when the flow of work finally set itself up, you had subtly informed him that you were free from time to time.

Unfortunately, he never invited you anywhere anymore. Not to the sets, not to the shoots, not the premieres, and not even to parties. And he knew you had a thing for parties.

For the first few months, aside from the ‘no invitations’ that bothered you a bit (okay, a lot, if you were really going to admit it), he was still very dedicated to you. He would find a way to see you, give you gifts and make sure to wake up next to you in the mornings during days off.

“I’ll always be here for you,” he would whisper in your ear. “I’ll never leave you, I promise.”

But promises can be broken.

As his rise to fame became higher and higher, you found yourself breaking up with him.

He had spent too much time without you. And you really couldn’t blame him. This was always his dream. But you also knew that you deserved better. Unfortunately, Tom Holland may not be that guy.

But you would continue to support him, because, after all, what are best friends for, right?

You had no right anymore but seeing dating rumors still boiled your blood. “Rubbish,” you’d say, shaking your head. “You aren’t his anymore. And he’s not yours.”

Then your first birthday officially without him came. When you were still friends, all the way until you became lovers, you had a ritual with him.

You weren’t a cake person, more of a cupcake one actually. He would buy you the same amount of cupcakes as your age. It would cost a bit more money each year but after his big break, it was never really a problem for him anymore.

Those days were gone now though. And you didn’t have to be completely honest to say that you missed them. The days when everything was perfect with him. You missed him.

To keep your mind off of him for some time after the success of Far From Home, you began hanging out with your friends some more, and you also caught up with your family.

They were good times but there was always a little something that would remind you of Tom. Call yourself dramatic but it was true. Your family loved him and you had hung out with friends who introduced you to each other back during the days when you were still teenagers.

One day, you met a guy through a mutual friend. He had been nice and kind and very good looking if you may add. Some things happened but you were never really official.

It must’ve reached Tom because you heard that he drank himself to sleep a few times. Of course, you’re not sure if it really was because of you but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit proud of yourself if you still had that effect on him.

But some time later, you found out about the whole Disney and Sony deal and maybe he was frustrated because of that. Surely, that deal had gone inside even before it got out.

You were worried about him. You knew that he was falling apart. Spider-man was his dream. He was living his dream. And even though reports say he would continue playing the superhero, you knew this was giving him a hard time.

Luckily, the problem was resolved soon. And you were back to trying to move on from him.

So imagine your surprise when you found him standing right in front of you.

“Late for what?” you asked. You were pretty sure that you knew what he was pertaining to. “Nothing’s happening.”

“I just greeted you, y/n. Obviously, that’s what’s happening.” His voice was hard and firm. He wasn’t kidding around.

“What do you want, Tom?”

“I want to spend your birthday with you.”

You pursed your lips before shaking your head. You turned around to walk back inside but not bothering to close the door.

“Y/n,” he said as he closed the door. “Can we talk?”

You sat down on the stool you were sitting on earlier and faced him. Tom wasn’t looking at you though. You followed his gaze and your eyes locked on the cupcake.

“You bought a cupcake,” he said.

“I did, yeah,” you replied, shrugging.

He shook his head and places the stuffed animal on the table. “I’m sorry.” You simply stared at him. “I’ve been a jerk for the past few…months? Years? No matter what the length, I am sorry.”

You sighed. “Tom.”

“I’m not done.” He held up his hand. “I know I left you out and I shouldn’t have. I was disappointed when you couldn’t go with me and I know that was because of work and I shouldn’t complain.”

“Tom.”

“I have no reason to not have asked you to come with me after but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to entertain you as much but I didn’t want to leave you by yourself during events. And the reason why I couldn’t entertain you as much is because everyone behind the scenes is telling me what to do and where to go.”

He was rambling now. “Tom.”

“And I still love you.”

That made you pause.

“I’ve been thinking about you. I always think about you. You mean so much to me. And I lost you. When you broke up with me I focused so much on work. But nothing would stop me from thinking about you and checking from time to time how you are.”

“Tom.”

“And seeing you again tonight…right now…I just realized that I lost the world. I’ve always known that I lost you already. But I know now that you are irreplaceable to me.”

You didn’t speak.

He ran a hand through his hair then down his face all while his other hand was on his hip. He shook his head, looked away from you then sighed. “God,” he began, “I still love you, y/n.”

You bit your bottom lip. “Tom.”

He looked at you. “Yeah?”

You slipped down on the floor and walked towards him. You cupped his face with your hands and you could feel his arms circling your waist. “You’re rambling.”

He chuckled, “I noticed.”

You smiled. “I’ll always love you.”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He leaned down and kissed you.

You were eager and returned the kiss, and then licked the slit that separated his lips.

He groaned but pulled back. You pouted and he laughed. “The shop is still open.”

You grinned at that. “Really?”

“It’s not midnight yet.”

“Then what are we waiting for!” You grabbed your purse, checking if your keys are there, then grabbed Tom’s hand. “Let’s go!”

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peter-parkouuuur · 5 years

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Chapter 11: She Moves In Her Own Way (Spider-Boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

I AM THE BIGGEST PROCRASTINATOR I KNOW! Here is Chapter 11 of Spider-Boy.

This is mainly a filler-ish chapter. The major events will happen in the next few chapters!

ENJOY! (If you still want to read it of course, it’s been like a year since my last update. I really am sorry!)

Don’t forget to like (if you like it huhu)

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

The whole family is eating brunch in the dining hall when Tony decides to ask Y/n about your relationship with Peter.

“So how was the afterparty?” Tony asks Y/n, eating a piece of his toast.

“It was fun…. Just a typical prep school party, but with no drugs involved, Happy and the rest of your security made sure of that.” Y/n reassures.

“Yeah? How was Peter last night? I figured since he was there with you, he probably had a miserable night with those trust fund kids.” Tony says.

“Who is this Peter and how come I’m the last person in this family to find out about him?” Denise questions.

“That’s not true, Eloise doesn’t know who he is.” Nico retorts, pointing to the little sister who is busy playing with her PB&J croissant.

“He’s-“ Tony cuts Y/n off.

“He’s my protege in Stark Industries, has a bit of a crush on Y/n.…. Speaking of which, how’s he treating you?” Tony inquires, taking a bite of the waffle on his plate.

“He’s a nice guy, dad. Surely, you would know that.” Y/n replies.

“Y/n, you’re only 16. You shouldn’t even be dating at all… You have your SATs next year before you know you it, you’re applying to ivy league schools or perhaps you’d want to move to Paris with me and study at Sorbonne.” Denise implies.

“Mom, it’s just puppy love…” Y/n reassures her.

“If it’s just puppy love, why don’t I just get you a dog instead? I don’t want to deal with you and Parker as a thing, and him being Spiderman is no good for you. Ask Pepper how she handles with the whole Avengers thing, it’s a complicated story, honey.” Tony states.

“The guy you’re seeing is Spiderman? Niiiice!” Nico laughs.

“Ugh…. Can we not talk about my love life, like… ever?” Y/n grumbles.

“So dad, how’s Pepper?” Nico asks.

“She’s doing great. I’m planning on proposing to her actually.” Tony wipes his mouth with the dinner napkin.

“You’re what?!” Everyone except the 5-year-old, Eloise, exclaimed in unison.

“Tony, why did you choose to bombard us with this story now?” Denise chastises him.

“I figured it’s the right time, Denise. I’ve hardly seen her these past few months. Besides, she’s amazing with Y/n and Nico, she’s their New York mom because their real mom is busy in Paris with husband number 2.” Tony argues.

“It is so not the right time. We’re having a post-birthday brunch, not a family meeting.” Denise hisses.

“I’m sorry, do you expect me to walk on eggshells every time we talk about something important? These kids know Pepper, she was their guardian at school when we were both busy with our jobs. I don’t need a lecture from Mary Sue.” Tony admonishes.

“ENOUGH. Dad already said it, we don’t need all this fuss over him and Pepper getting married. We’re happy that both of you are happy with your partners, you guys don’t have to remind us of your pre-divorce fights. It’s bad enough that Eloise doesn’t get to see me and Y/n this often, but arguing in front of her is something that you guys should definitely avoid.” Nico lectures their parents.

“I’m going for a walk.” Tony stands up and heads out of the dining hall.

“Dad, while you’re out there, can you buy me a pretzel?” Y/n exclaims.

“No Promises!” Tony replies.

“Y/n! Sweetie! You have a visitor!” Tony announces from the great room.

“Oooh! Is it Peter Parker?” Nico teases you.

“Shut up, Nico.” Y/n grumbles, throwing the dinner napkin on the chair before walking out of the dining hall.

Y/n sees Liz Allen standing awkwardly in the middle of the great room.

“Liz… What are you doing here?” Y/n asks.

“I uh… I just want to apologize…” Liz starts off.

“Apologise? Apologise for what?” Y/n’s eyebrows furry in confusion.

“For everything I did to you when I was still in Spence… We were the best of friends and I guess.. I was just a bit jealous.” Liz states.

“You do know that you’re like a few years too late, right?” Y/n crosses her arms.

“I know… I just wanted to get this off my chest before I leave for Oregon.” She looks down.

“Oregon? What are you going to do in Oregon?” Y/n questions.

“We’re moving there…. permanently. My dad doesn’t want us to be in New York during the trial.” Liz answers.

“That sucks… I’m really sorry, Liz.” Y/n walks toward her former friend and caresses her by the arm.

“There is one thing you should know….” Liz looks up to Y/n.

Y/n felt her ears ringing as if she didn’t know how to react. Something about Liz kissing Peter during their homecoming dance… she couldn’t feel herself moving.

It wasn’t something Peter had confessed to her when he barged in after defeating the Vulture. He knows that she gets sensitive when it comes to Liz, he could’ve told her about it.

“Oh… that’s fine. Peter and I aren’t even anything…” Y/n reassures her.

“Ohh… I sort of assumed that you guys had something going on… He felt uneasy with me the whole time we were together.” She replied.

“Maybe he was just nervous? Peter’s kind of awkward, not sure if you’ve noticed.” Y/n lies knowing full well that Peter told her about Liz’s dad.

“He is, that’s what intrigued me the most about him.” Liz just laughs.

“I just want to have a clean slate before I leave, you know? Thanks for everything, Y/n.” Liz puts her hand out for you to take, Y/n gladly holds Liz’s hand.

“Just don’t do anything stupid, and you’ll be fine. I’m sure Oregon has tons of Peter Parkers for you to kiss.” Y/n fakes a smile, letting go of Liz’s hand before standing up.

Liz feels the uneasiness radiating off Y/n by a mile. She knows how moody Y/n gets when someone pisses her off.

“I just…. I still feel bad for not telling you that I was transferring schools…. I mean it’s great that you have the three girls by your side when I was out of the picture.” Liz states.

“Why? Because they’re just yours to take if you stayed at Spence?” Y/n scoffs.

“That’s not what I meant… I’m sorry for being such a horrible friend.” Liz murmurs, Y/n not even bothering to reply.

“Well, I better go…. Take care, Y/n.” Liz stands up and waves at Y/n weakly.

Y/n does the same, waiting for Liz to head straight to the elevator. Y/n feels her brother standing beside her.

“Look at you inheriting Tony Stark’s sharp tongue.” Nico nudges Y/n by the shoulder.

“Shut up. Being a bitch is mom’s trait.” Y/n retorts.

Friday Night:

It’s been two days since Tony Stark announced his engagement to Pepper Potts, his former P.A., and the Socialite wanted to celebrate his engagement in a rather austere celebration, at the Rockefeller rooftop gardens. The celebration mainly consisted of Team Iron Man, a few of Tony Stark’s friends, colleagues and business partners, and a few of Y/n’s classmates from Spence.

“Pepper! Congratulations!! I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to text you the moment I found out.” Y/n hugs Pepper the moment she steps into the venue.

“Oh no worries, honey! You owe me a girls day out because I for one have heard about your father complaining about a certain Spiderman crushing on his daughter?” Pepper smirks at Y/n.

“Sachs and Bendel’s day it is! My dad is going to have a dent in his account” Y/n giggles.

“Look at my two favorite girls talking about a girls day that involves my money.” Tony wraps an arm around his daughter’s shoulder.

“Yeah. The two of us were planning to just shop, spend your money, and talk shit behind your back.” Y/n retorts.

“Language!” Tony admonishes you.

Pepper and Y/n look at one another knowingly. Captain America used to scold Tony or the rest of the Avengers whenever they swore and it looks like it might have rubbed off on Iron Man himself.

“Are you hearing yourself right now, dad?” Y/n questions.

“You’re right, I sounded stupid… my god.” Tony’s eyes wander off, realizing what he’s done.

“I’m gonna go look for my friends. See you later, old-timers.” Y/n shakes off Tony’s arm and heads to where her friends are standing, drinking Cristal champagne.

“That Peter Parker is going to be the death of me isn’t he?” Tony asks Pepper as the two trail their eyes on Y/n.

“Possibly. Better him than anyone else right? At least she’ll have a superhero to her beck and call who’s not her dad.” Pepper answers.

“Who am I kidding? She’s got me wrapped around her finger.” Tony sighs and looks at his daughter fondly.

The elevator door opens for Peter to see all the prominent people of New York gathered in one place, he tries to spot anyone familiar and sees Y/n talking to her friends.

“Peter! You’re here!” Tina greets him the moment he’s in their plain sight.

“Hi.” Peter just waves awkwardly at Y/n’s friends.

Y/n, on the other hand, is basking at Peter’s awkward nature, she finds it cute that he still gets flustered every time he’s with her friends from school.

“You could’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve picked you up.” Y/n hugs him, still feeling uneasy.

“You’d travel from 5th Avenue to Queens just to fetch me?” Peter inquires, knowing full well that Happy and your dad wouldn’t approve of it.

“Of course.” Y/n smiles at Peter.

“Excuse me, girls. I just need a moment with Peter.” Y/n smiles at her three friends who just nod their heads and walk away.

Y/n grabs two glasses of champagne and offers one to Peter.

“So, Liz stopped by before heading to Oregon.” Y/n starts off.

“Yeah? What did she say?” Peter asks, drinking from his glass.

“Oh you know, she just apologized for not telling me about transferring schools and all….” Y/n shrugs her shoulders.

Peter just nods his head, not really knowing where the conversation is going.

“She told me about your homecoming.” Y/n adds.

Peter tries to open his mouth to talk but nothing comes out, he doesn’t have an explanation for what happened.

“You could’ve told me about it. I wouldn’t have been entirely pissed. I just wish I didn’t have to find out about it from her.” Y/n tells him.

“I know. I’m sorry I never told you, but I swear nothing happened between us after that. Please believe me.” Peter pleads.

“Peter, you’re like the most awkward teenager I know, that’s one of the many things I like about you.” Y/n giggles.

“Just, no more kissing other girls, okay?” Y/n puts a hand on Peter’s bicep.

“Y-yeah… Of course.” Peter smiles at you.

Just when the two of you are about to kiss, Tony clinks his glass and everyone stops what they’re doing to look at him.

“Hello! I just want to thank everyone for being here to celebrate a special night for me and Ms. Potts here. Meeting and falling head over heels in love with her was the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He states.

“Wow, tell me how you really feel, dad.” Y/n mumbles.

“Well, there are exceptions. Three of those, being the birthday of my children, one of them is here right now, Y/n Stark. Where are you, honey?” Tony looks around and spots his daughter with Peter.

“There she is with her uh, date.” Tony stares at Peter before rambling on to the rest of the speech.

“Wow. I’m a date.” Peter chuckles.

“Would you rather, he introduced you as Spiderman or a random kid from Queens?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Peter mumbles.

“I didn’t even know they weren’t engaged before. I always assumed Mr. Stark popped the question years ago.” Peter looks at you.

“If there’s one thing my dad is always careful about, it’s timing. He’s always been good at that.” You reply.

“You actually turned my dad down? But I thought you always wanted to be an avenger?” Y/n asks Peter as the two of them sit down and share a plate of fries.

“Yeah. I mean, it would be awesome to work with your dad full-time, but I like being the friendly neighborhood spider-man.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“And how did he take it? I reckon, not well.” Y/n laughs.

“He was confused. As if I was turning down a Nobel Prize or something.” He replies.

“And you have no regrets turning it down?” Y/n inquires.

“I mean, there will always be an unanswered question, what would happen if I did take the job, but for now, I’m not complaining.” He answers.

“You are a very wise man, Peter Parker.” You nod your head.

“I like to take pride in my wisdom.” Peter jokes.

“You’re such a guy.” Y/n chuckles pushing him slightly.

“I will have you know that I am a man.” Peter sits up.

“Peter, you can’t even grow a stubble.” Y/n points to his chin.

“Those things take time.” He defends.

“Yeah but when puberty actually hits you, it grows immediately.” Y/n answers back.

“When I do grow a stubble, you’re gonna have to buy me a slice of pizza.” He wages.

“That’s going to take a while, won’t it? We have about, another 10 years for that, maybe?” Y/n retorts.

“You’re killing what’s left of my confidence, Stark.” Peter pretends to clutch his heart as if he’s hurt.

“What can I say? I make great tea.” Y/n takes a fry from the plate.

“What are you guys doing over here? The DJ just arrived! Let’s dance!” Tina grabs your hand but you don’t budge.

“T, I’m kinda beat. Go have fun!” You smile at your friend.

“Alright… Peter?” Tina asks.

“I’m good. I’m just gonna keep her company.” Peter smiles at you.

“You two are sickeningly sweet.” Tina just laughs before walking away.

“So I heard Ned got grounded after the party?” Y/n inquires.

“Yeah! But only for like a week. I think his mom was happier over the fact that he went to your party, than actually being upset over him coming home late.” Peter explains.

“Oh really? I should keep his name in our guest list then.” You giggle.

“I really am sorry about the whole Liz thing…. I just don’t know how to deal with female attention.” Peter reasons out.

“You’re doing pretty well with me.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s because I’m comfortable around you. You’ve iced my bruises and cleaned my injuries, like you’re used to treating wounds like a nurse or something-“ Peter mumbles.

“Not that it’s a bad thing, you’re just uhhh… You’re really good at making other people feel comfortable.” Peter adds.

“Look at you laying down the compliments tonight.” You chuckle.

“I guess, growing up with Iron Man, I’ve seen how he fixes himself, sometimes with Pepper and Happy’s help. Lately, I’ve been doing assistance for him. I love my dad and I’d do anything for him. Even if it means getting to see him beaten up or fatally injured. It all comes with the price of being Tony Stark.” Y/n sighs.

“Peter, I want you to promise me something.” Y/n looks at him.

“When you feel like you need help, tell me… or at least tell my dad. He’ll always be there to help you, you know that right?” You grab his hand.

Peter takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“I already have your numbers on my favorites.” He laughs.

“You’re such a dork.” You rest your head against his shoulder.

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Let’s Start The New Year Right

A/N: Happy new year guys!!! I’m a bit behind I’m so sorry huhu. I looked back at my previous works and I laughed because everytime I post something, there will be words like “it has been so long” LOL it has been so long indeed! I haven’t posted something in 4 months. I need to add that on my New Year’s Resolution. I need to post more often! Hahahaha. I have been really busy with school lately. I’m working on my thesis paper so forgive me. Anyway, I hope you like this one. It’s pure fluff with a little bit of angst on the side. Tehez

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I observe my surrounding as the heavy bass music blares in my ears. I am in my best friend Chloe’s house in Aberystwyth. I recognize some people that she has invited in her New Year’s Eve party who are trying to dance their way to the last festivity before the year ends. Some of them were my classmates in few of my subjects. Some of whom I had had a little conversation with and never talked again. Some were I had seen loitering in the hallway and who didn’t even bother going to classes, and some were just I used to see in my old school. They were scattered to different corners of the house. A few people I have bumped into were basically on these five common areas of the house: the corners, the living room area (specifically the sofa), kitchen, the backyard, and the front porch. I mean this is not a high-school-kind-of party, what do you usually see in a grown-up party? Are the overflowing booze and cigarette and blunt smoking still included?

It’s the time of the year again where people will leave their frustrations behind them and kick-start the new year in a most fascinating way. Forgive people who have wronged you and forget everything and just move on. Fuck that fucking shit. That doesn’t make any single sense to me. They say that forgiveness puts the final seal on what happened that hurt you. Yeah, but that doesn’t you have to forget everything and the person who has wronged you. It’s like you have given them the key to do you bad again. You just proved yourself that you can always throw yourself to the lions whenever you want it. Do you also find it funny when people say “New year, new me”? I mean who says that when you can’t even maintain “the change” for a long time. It’s like you’re trying to write a long ass paragraph of your life in a chapter and once you re-read it, you realized you made a mistake and you will just shrug it off and just write something new in the next chapter but you still end up committing the same shit again you did before. Fucking ridiculous, right?

You might be thinking I’m a mental human kind who happens to be surrounded by normal people in a party. Yeah, I would rather give you that idea than tell you that this house, the one I’m in it right now and leaving invisible traces of mine at this moment holds a lot of memories for me. A roller coaster of my emotions have been lying in these safe walls of this house. And what’s the significance of this humble abode to me?

Chloe’s sister has a brother. His name is Taron. Taron was also my brother’s best friend. Chloe and I became known to each other when we moved in to the house next to them when we were both 6 years old. We weren’t exactly speaking before until their mum asked my mum to look after them both for a day. Since then we have been inseparable and so was my brother and Taron.

We could be seen mostly hanging out in the living room area as the entertainment and all stuff were located there. This is where we watch movies together, play board games, or just have a little bit of a chat. It was the most pleasant space in the world. His room is a whole lot different. This where I lost my virginity for the very first time and my first kiss from Taron. The sex was great, super fucking great. I’m not gonna go into details but it was a fuck-yeah-amazing kind of experience.

My first kiss with him was sweet and slow. I was embarrassed since I didn’t know how to kiss then but he guided me throughout the entire process. We didn’t make out though, he cuddled me and slept the whole day.

Taron and I was once a couple back in the days. It lasted for two years until I saw him with another girl in his bed. I was on my way to this house after I got back home from work to visit my best friend and Taron. Chloe had told me to just go straight to the house if she wasn’t there, also because of her work. So I did. And that was when I heard the strings of moans and a litany of profanities you usually hear in a porn flick. When I burst through door, I saw him with an unrecognizable girl on his bed. The bed where we usually make love and cuddle. His bed that I used to love and know I deeply hate. I ended it right away and never talked to him again even if he had knocked multiple times in our door and wait for hours in our front porch to talk to me. I did not face him.

Taron and my brother fought because of the incident. They put an end to their friendship but rekindled after a few months, which I rolled my eyes at. Boys.

We moved to London a year after my mum got a promotion at her job. That was the last time I saw him since the incident. Chloe and I would still try to meet and catch up if we were both free. She wished that things would go back to the way they were before so we could be all happy again. I would just smile sadly and hug her. She told me that their mum was missing me and would occasionally blame Taron for what he had done. Chloe and Taron had gone through a rough patch before also because of me. I kind of felt bad because people around him were being bitchy but I just think that he deserved that.

He had been bugging me with apologies on social media but gave up when he received none from me. Guilt would occasionally come crashing down on me but when memories of him and the girl fucking on his bed hit me like a freight train, I realized I shouldn’t be.

After Taron heard that I was coming to visit my previous hometown, he has risen from the dead and bombarded me with annoying messages. He said that he wanted to see me and wanted to talk. Chloe also said the same thing though. She says that he was miserable and regretful of what he had done up until now, says that he has been asking me lately how I was doing and if I was coming to the party. When he found out I was coming, his constant messaging happens again.

I also heard from Chloe that Taron is working in company as an art director in London. He knew that I have been living in London for quite some time now. but I had asked her if she told him where I work an my current flat. She told me she didn’t even if Taron kept asking my work address and my flat which I couldn’t be even more thankful to her.

Since I have arrived here, I make sure that he wouldn’t see me and I think I succeeded. Actually, I didn’t want to come but I can’t refuse to Chloe’s request and I haven’t seen her in such a long time, so I ended up just hiding in a house full of drunk people.

I have already seen Taron roaming around but I immensely avoid him. I know he has been looking for me, but I make sure he won’t see me. Not today, nor forever.

TARON’S POV

I know she’s somewhere around here. Chloe told me. I asked her a million times just to make sure that Y/N’s coming even if her answers were somewhat annoyed. I want to see her. I want her to know that I’m eternally sorry for what I did. That I was just tempted to sleep with a girl from another school. I want her to know that I’m still in love with her and she has always been on my mind. I want her to know that I want nobody but her and I want her back in my life.

As I was having a little moment by myself, I felt a clap on my back. I quickly whip my head to see who it is and my good friend Nikolai is grinning at me with a cup on his hand.

“Are we having a good night?” he asks excitedly.

“Killin’ it.” I say, returning the grin.

“Have you seen Y/N already? Heard that she’s here.”

My grin falters at the mention of Y/N’s name. I smile sadly and shake my head. “No, man.”

Nikolai claps my back again, twice. “It has been 7 years. She’ll forgive you now.”

“She would have done it before if she wanted it. She’s making a point that she doesn’t want my apologies nor my existence. I did her wrong. I deserve that.” I say sadly.

“Oh man, don’t be so hard on yourself. Maybe tonight, you’ll get to kiss her when the clock strikes at 12.” His voice low, teasing.

I push him a little away from as I snort. “She couldn’t even reply to my messages and then I’ll get to kiss her? Dude??” I cock an eyebrow at him as I look at him humorously.

“Dude?? Look at how good you have gotten the past years! I swear if I was Y/N, I would forget everything and kiss the crap out of you.” He remarks.

My eyes widen in pure horror and take a step back away from him, “Get away from me!”

He laughs manically, spilling some of his drink on the carpet. Surely, Chloe would be cranky and pissed at cleaning the carpet the next morning. Poor sister.

“I’m just saying though!” He says, still laughing. “Anyway, have a smashing night! Remember what I said!” He claps me again on the back. I return the gesture by also patting his chest twice and by saying the same thing. And with that, he starts walking away.

I let out a sigh and get myself a drink in the kitchen. After I got myself one, I start walking toward the stairs and make my way up to the terrace. All my hopes on seeing her this time came crumbling down on me again like it’s always been. Maybe this isn’t the right time, I thought.

As I’m about to enter the threshold, I stop as I see a figure of a woman leaning on the railings. Her back is onto me, her body facing the backyard below her. Her dirty blond hair is styled somewhat wavy. She is wearing a pink dress. Beside her are a pair of high heels, I suppose she removed it because her feet got tired. Her senses start penetrating her whole being, her inner self tells her that someone is watching her because she whips her head at my direction. And I swear my heart stops beating.

Y/N’S POV

It’s him. Taron; The guy who constantly made my heart race, the guy who broke my heart 7 years ago, standing few centimeters away from me as he regards me with an expression that I can’t decipher: Shock, maybe? He looks so pale that I almost think it’s a ghost he is seeing and not me.

I’m not gonna lie, He still looks as beautiful as we were young, but more matured. He was a dashing, handsome young man. Now, he has a gym honed physique and muscles wrought from iron. He has a buzzed cut hair and gimlet eyes. His pinched-in cheekbones rested on skin that was stretched tight by exercise. And god, his jaw. He has a marble jaw that is rugged and masculine, speckled with manly, peppered stubble. His shoulders are sculpted in a most defined way and has a barrel chest.

No, he has gotten even more beautiful.

I face the backyard again, you’re supposed to be mad and plotting your escape, not ogle on him. I’m considering the idea of jumping off the railings just to get away with him. I opt to escape by the door but he won’t let me get through it. I want to smack my head a million times for coming up in here. This was his favorite place back then aside from the living room, his bedroom, and the kitchen. I used to find him in here when I can’t look for him anywhere. This part of the house was his escape from the world.

“Please Y/N.” He says, blocking the way. He closes the door and takes a step forward to me. His eyes are full of sadness, like a ukulele that produces broken sounds and not that relaxing tones.

“Please.” He repeats, touching me. I yank my hand out of his grasp. His touches are burning. I could almost hear the hissing sound it makes as it burns the area where he had touched.

“Do not touch me.” I say. There is an edge in my voice.

He hangs his head down, putting his hands into his pockets with a resigned expression. I back away from him and sit on one of the chairs. I watch him sit down on a chair by the door. We stay quiet for a couple of minutes. None of us are uttering any single word. The air is so thick I could cut it with a knife. The silence is embracing us in a way that it feels cold suddenly. He begins by saying the words I’ve always wanted to hear but never wanted to at the same time.

“I’m sorry.” His voice soft.

I slowly move my head to the side where he is sitting and regard him carefully. He is not looking at me, he is just sitting there staring into space.

I laugh sardonically, “If your ‘sorry’ could fix everything, I wouldn’t have been in such a shit state for 7 fucking years. 7 fucking years, Taron. I was miserable and kept thinking what went wrong I had to see you with a girl on your bed! I hold that fucking bed close to my heart and you chose to fuck a bimbo like it was a bed in a cheap motel! Fuck you!” I was now raging, fuming, and crying. I hope there will be none listening to us downstairs. I doubt.

He runs his hands on his face up to his hair as he rests on his nape, linking his fingers together. “I didn’t know what came over me that time. I was bored and-“ I cut him off, my voice going an octave higher.

“You were bored?!” I want to punch him in the fucking face. “What a fucking valid reason you got there, buddy. “I was bored”! I fucking like it! You could do better than that!” I yell, my anger building up. I smack his shoulder a couple of times as I release all the anger I’ve stayed hidden for the past years. I actually see red I am so infuriated with him. He didn’t fight me as I’m making his damn arm a punching bag. All he does is protect himself from the blows I give him and cry. I know he is not crying because I’m physically hurting him. He’s crying how much this hurts him.

“Y/N, Please-“ he turns to me as he sobs.

“I hate you.” I seethe.

He is crying so hard that he chokes. I’ve seen him like this when his best friend died from a car accident. I’ve never seen him cry again like that until this happened. He kneels on my side as he begs me.

“Please, Y/N. Just hear me out…” He pleads. I look at him as he catches his breath before, his head down. He wipes his nose with shirt and looks up at me. I look away, my eyes release fresh tears before he starts, “I wasn’t even thinking that time. I was really bored. I got a text from an unknown number, said she was an old friend from my old school and told me she got my number from Nikolai. She told me she just needed a friend because her boyfriend broke up with her…” His hiccup stops him, then he continues again, “And then we’ve talked it out over a few drinks. We both got drunk. She was touchy. I tried to stop her and told her that I have a girlfriend but she wasn’t having it. And that’s when you saw us in our room.” He says, his voice low and resigned.

I cannot wrap all the information in my head. My eyes keep releasing tears, making my vision blur. I didn’t say anything. Just keep my head straight and stare into nothing. The laughs below us filling my ear. The happy sounds that it makes is trying to embrace us both, but the sadness is keeping us away from it. I clench my fist. Taron must have seen it because he winces as he starts to back away from to give him another angry blow. But I didn’t. I just silently weep.

“Believe me Y/N. It was all a mistake. I didn’t want her. After that happened, I blamed Nikolai for everything. You have to believe me please…” He sobs again. He hangs his head down as he kneels. He looks so vulnerable. I want to hug him and tell him everything is okay now. I want to but I can’t.

He starts again, “I haven’t had a girlfriend for years now, I did but it only lasted for three months. I kept thinking about you. You’re constantly on my mind. Always have, always will. I love you, please forgive me…”

And then I’m lost. It’s like someone have slapped me and tell me that I need to believe him. Like I’m suddenly unfettered by the antediluvian anger that I have always been keeping. I realized that I still love him. That I have always been craving for his touch.

I watch him weep. His body is trembling from crying too much. He looks up at me, regards with such sadness and hope in his eyes. A complex mixture of green and blue with a speckled of gold in his eyes to match with my eye color. A silent plead that he’s telling me through his eyes that he wants to take me back again.

A single tear run down his beautiful face and I wipe it my thumb. He shivers and lets out a shaky breath. He starts crying again.

“Oh god, Y/N. Oh my god.” He sobs out.

I kneel down in front of him and pull him by the shoulders. He reacts immediately and wraps his strong, bulky arms around my waist, clinging tightly to me.

“I’m so sorry baby… I’m really sorry…” He says in between cries. I run my hand on his back as my other one is on his hair. Gently coaxing him.

“I’m sorry too. I know I should have done this a long time ago. I was really mad and hurt. I needed this talk, we both needed this.” I kiss the crown of his head. He pulls away and holds my face in his hands. We stare at each other for a split second, drinking each other’s features.

He really looks so damn beautiful. His face has gotten more matured. The old Taron I used to like had more baby fats in his body. His features weren’t defined and his muscles were just starting to form. I wipe the tears on his eyes as he does the same to me. He laughs as he reaches for the collar of his shirt to wipe his nose and sniffs afterwards.

He fishes something in pocket and hands me his handkerchief to wipe my nose. I wipe my nose like what he did, in a most unlady like way. I look at him and he’s watching me with an amused expression. We start laughing together. After that, He smiles sweetly at me.

That sweet smile that I love, still has an effect on me. I move closer to him and reach hands up to run my fingers along his stubble. It’s rough and gritty. I can’t wait to feel that on my legs.

I smile and giggle at myself. He smiles at me, flashing his perfect set of white teeth. “What were you thinking?” He asks quietly.

“That I should’ve done this a long time ago and I missed you.” I run my thumb along his bags and on his eyebrows. He closes his eyes at my touch. Then he says, “I miss you too baby.” He opens his eyes, it went down on my mouth then back to my eyes again.

“We’re supposed to be kissing now.” I say as I link my fingers to his neck.

“I know.”

“So kiss me.”

He shakes his head.

“Why?” I frown.

“Because,” he explains. He kisses the tip of my nose before he continues, “I will kiss you when the clock strikes at 12.” He bites his bottom lip.

I roll my eyes as I let out a chuckle, “You haven’t changed.”

He scoffs, “I have changed a lot.” He flexes his biceps in front of me and I giggle. He chuckles shortly before dropping his arm back down and sighs, “But my feelings for you haven’t changed.” He leans in to kiss my forehead. “I love you and I missed you, Y/N. So much. You don’t even know how long I have been waiting this day to come.” I smile at him as I blush deeply.

“I never thought that this day would come. It sounds ridiculous how I have mentioned how much I hate you moments ago.” He features suddenly becomes sad, he looks down on his lap. I lift his chin up and smile sweetly at him. I continue, “And I realized how stupid I am for not giving you a chance to explain everything, I also realized how much I still love you.” I’m so fucking tempted to kiss him but I also like his idea of kissing at 12, so I opt for the best and kiss his cheeks.

He smiles at me and regards me with pure adoration in his eyes, just looking at me like he can’t believe what is happening. He then breaks the silence, “Shall we go downstairs?” He asks sweetly.

I nod.

He stands up and offers his hand to me. As soon as I’m on my feet, he pulls me in a tight embrace. I wrap my arms on his waist and kiss his chest, where his heart lies. He sighs and kisses my hair.

He pulls away and links his fingers to mine. “Let’s go downstairs.” I clutch his hand tightly as go down and deal with his guests. Chloe would probably go nuts when she sees us together. And I was right with my intuitions.

She is standing at the end of the stairs, talking to a brawny looking guy and to Nikolai. I also spot my brother talking to them, which surprises me because I didn’t know that he was coming. After all we didn’t go together. Chloe whips her head at the top of the stairs and takes a double look at us.

She starts shrieking when she sees us coming down the stairs, calling the attention of people around her and start regarding us with such curiosity. I hide on his side and he unlatches his fingers from mine. He hugs my side as I start to hide my face on his armpit and grips my hand on his waist. I sense that Taron rolls his eyes dramatically because he tells his sister to shut the fuck up (what a sweet relationship they have, yeah?). I lift my head to look at the people in front of me: Chloe, who is looking at us with pure happiness and disbelief, Nikolai who is grinning at us, my brother who is somewhat smirking and smiling, and the brawny looking guy with… I don’t know. He just looks at us with a what’s going on expression. Taron greets him though by giving him a manly handshake. He introduces me to him and I find out his name is Tommy.

Our group has had a little bit of a chat before someone yells around the house that the countdown is about to start. We gather ourselves in the living room and prepare for the countdown. Taron whips me softly to face him.

He is staring at me, not like the he-is-undressing-me-kind-of look but the kind of look like you’re the only person he only sees and as if the world has stopped moving. Though the temperature in the room is somewhat between crisp and warm, I’m sweating. His eyes examine every corner of my face, as if memorizing every part of it and inscribe it on his brain.

Then he breaks into a toothy and most disarming smile. I smile back at him, matching his smile and he tucks a strand of hair in my ear. He envelops me in a tight hug and kisses my cheek.

“Y/N… Baby…” He says to my ears, “This is the happiest night of my life. There’s no rush, but I want you to know that your forgiveness is what really matters to me. I’m really sorry for what I did, I really am baby. And I want you to know that all these years, it has always been you. No one else, just you.” He confesses.

I pull away, but I don’t break the hug just so I can look into his face. So fucking beautiful, I thought. He has the makings of a good Hollywood actor, or a model. A fine figure, fierce eyes that could bore into your soul. A beautifully sculpted face (don’t get me started on that beautiful face, I’m telling you). Also, did I tell you he has a good voice too? He doesn’t let anyone hear his voice, it’s ridiculous. I don’t know why.

I badly want to kiss him. His lips are so inviting, I want to feel his lips on mine again after all those years. I want to feel that longing after we pull apart; the need to touch him, run my fingers through his hair as he speaks sweet nothing through my follicles. I want to feel the boy again who swept me off my feet by accident and made an interesting history together.

When will this countdown starts?

He sways our body from side to side. I leave a trail of kiss to his chin up to his jaw, pressing my lips on his cheeks as it reaches there. I peck it twice, just to contain myself and to just show my respect for his cheesy idea. “Baby…” I start, kissing centimeters away on the side of his mouth (can you blame me?!) “We may have gone through a rough patch. I may have told you not so nice things. I may have tried to push away all my feelings for you, tried to hide it and constantly reminded myself to hate you, but I was wrong. The moment I saw you upstairs, how sincere you are, how sorry you are, how much you still love me after all, I realize that I love you. And it has always been you Taron.” I pull away to look at his expression.

He looks like he’s about to cry. I don’t want to make him cry again. Enough crying for this night. So I pinch his cheeks and stretch it out on his face as we both laugh. And the countdown begins.

“10!” the crowd begins to shout happily and excitedly.

Taron pulls me by the waist, his stares are getting more intense by each millisecond.

“9!”

“Are you ready?” He smirks right back at me.

“8!”

I roll my eyes and scoff, “I’ve never been more ready.” He grazes my cheek with his thumb and smile.

“7!”

We watch each other as we wait for the countdown. Our stares are getting more intense each millisecond passes. He says, “Here’s to good new memories and experiences.”

“6!”

“Here’s to good new memories and experiences.” I repeat, smiling, linking my fingers to his neck.

“5!”

I watch Taron licks his bottom lip in an achingly slow pace. I absentmindedly bite my bottom lip as he unintentionally makes a mess in me.

“4!”

He pulls me closer to him, his hands on my waist.

“3!”

“Happy new year, baby.” He smiles, grazing his fingers on the side of my face.

“2!”

“Happy new year, Taron.” I say, moving towards to each other even more closer, filling the gap between us.

“1!” we both lean in, our faces centimeters apart, waiting for the crowd’s go signal.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

And with that, our lips finally meet. I melt into the kiss. My knees go weaker the time he enters his tongue in my mouth. Our lips move slowly. There is no rush, it’s as if we’re savoring the time and moments we have missed when we were both apart. I sigh into the kiss, making me relaxed than ever. All my angers and pent up frustrations to him dissipates into the thin air. Our lips are moving in open lips with some tongue interplay. It’s sweet, hot, and passionate. I run my fingers to his smooth, soft hair, and he moans. His tongue invades my mouth as he presses me close to his body. He kisses me deeply and so passionately that it’s making me hard to breathe. I feel like I’m floating in the air, so overwhelmed.

We have clearly drowned out the sounds of the cheers of the people who are happily welcoming the year, clearly forgetting the fact the we are not alone. Until we both feel that someone bumps us intentionally and as we pull away from our kiss, we see that Chloe is squealing in delight. Seconds later, my brother follows and envelops us in a tight group hug and that make us all groan.

As my brother releases us all, Chloe starts jumping and clapping like a kid who got a candy, “I’m so happy!” She squeals again, “Happy new year guys!”

Taron kisses her sister on the cheek as he hugs her. I do the same thing to my brother. I thanked him for everything, for making me happy when I’m sad and for knocking at my door when he’s “fucking bored” (according to him) and we’ll go out to get something to binge eat as we watch endless tv series. He coos at me and kisses my temple. “I love you, sis.” He says. I tear slips from my eyes. He laughs and pinches my cheek.

I asked him when did he got here, since I travelled by myself to get here. He told me he got the last trip at the train station after he got off from his work half day. I interrogate him and ask him how come he still has work when it’s the holiday season. I asked him if he went to see this girl he has been seeing, Rebekah. he shrugs and smirks, earning a side way glance from me. And we both burst out laughing. It’s all good.

I hug Chloe as tightly as I can. I thank her a million times. For when she’s there when I needed her. When I was a miserable shit and she was there listening to me as I cry. For not questioning my anger against Taron, for countless times that I had spewed all the nastiest words I could think of to his brother. I know she should have, but she knows what I had been going through. But she lets me. I thank her for all the times when we had, from then up to now. For being a good best friend in a whole wide world.

She thanks me for choosing her to be my best friend when there are tons of other girls in our neighborhood to share all my secrets with and bond over everything. Silly, silly girl. So I pinch her bum and did the same to me. And we both burst out laughing. It’s all good.

I turn myself to the pretty boy standing next to me. My brother and Chloe must have sensed that we need this moment, so they both scramble off to their feet and give us the time we need.

I press my lips to him. He leans in again and presses his after I pull away. We stay there like that.

“I promise to love you no matter what. To be there when you need me. I promise, I promise, I promise to be faithful to you, if you will give me another chance. I won’t ever blow this again.” And then he seals it with a kiss.

I smile, “I also promise to be there when you need me. And if I give you another chance, I promise to listen to you when you’ve got something to say.” I say as I graze his top lip. “Cheers to the new chapter.”

He smiles, his eyes crinkle. “Cheers to the new chapter.”

I peck his lips. “Shall we start partying now?” I ask him, giggling.

He links his fingers with mine and dance our way to the new chapter of our rekindled relationship.

It’s all good.

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