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mrs-takami-keigo · 4 years

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Summer Nights

For my second piece of work for the BNHArem collaboration I give you Summer Nights. Honestly this was so much fun to write. The theme was Summer, and summer to me means vacation and romance! You can find all the summer goodness with BNHA by other amazing and talented Authors here!

Pairing: Shouto x Fem!Reader

Description: You’ve always watched summer romances in movies and read them in books, but you never thought it in a million years it could happen to you.

Rating:SFW

Word count:6.0K

“Look! It’s the beach!” Ochaco beamed as she pulled on Tsui’s arm dragging her across the white sand. Soon Mina, Hagakure and Jiro followed behind them, giggling once the cool clear waters of the sea touched their feet.

‘Even at twenty-one they can’t control themselves.’

Shouto stepped out of the van putting on his black Ray Bans sunglasses, the summer sun beat down on the exposed skin his white v-neck didn't cover. Even with his dark sunglasses on, he could tell the hawaiian sky was a picturesque light blue. Vast beaches full of travelers and locals alike. The air was fresh and crisp with the smell of local restaurants mixing it to it. Tall palm trees rustling in the breeze, Shouto was sure he had never felt so calm in his life.

“Hey we should stay as a group to check in!!” Iida started after the group when Momo stepped in, placing her small hand on his shoulder.

“Oh let them have their fun. We’ve all been so busy these past three years with hero work, we deserve this vacation.” With a defeated sigh and mumbles of how irresponsible people could be, their old class rep turned around making his way to the entrance of the hotel.

“Okay boys! Me and Iida are going to go check in. Can you help unload the van and meet us inside!” Momo waved her hand as she passed the group of hotel staff, their mouth’s were slightly hung open admiring her stunning beauty.

“Man, why do the girls get to have fun and we gotta do the work? I thought this was a vacation?” shaking his head at his lightning powered friend's whine, Shouto reached into the back of the van to pick up his hard black suitcase.

“Shut up and just grab a damn bag, dumbass!” Bakugou snatched up his own suitcases before shoving past everyone stomping his way into the hotel. Shouto and the rest of the group followed behind the hot tempered blonde. The sliding glass doors opened for the group where they were greeted by hotel staff members who had genuine smiles gracing their features.

A woman walked up to Shouto,”Aloha, welcome to honolulu.” She reached up and placed a lei with beautiful purple and white orchids around his neck. Giving her a soft smile in return Shouto continued his journey into the massive hotel lobby.

Shouto had stopped in the middle of the semi-busy area, lifting his sunglasses to sit on top of his head pushing his hair back, so he could admire every detail of the building. The only word he could come up with was glamorous. The lobby had white and grey marble flooring, tall white pillars with intricate flower designs lined in gold wrapped around the cylinders holding up the extravagant ceiling. Gold moldings lined the high ceiling and a giant crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room. Seeing as how it was summer people were all over, be it at the check-in/out desks, the concierge or even sitting on the wine colored couches and chairs that were placed strategically in the lobby.

“Wait, watch where you’re go-” Before he could react, Shouto felt someone bump into his back, forcing him to rock forward, sunglasses clattering to the floor. Looking over his right shoulder he caught a glimpse of your soft hair on top of your head before he felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. Feeling like everything turned into slow motion, you lifted your head, Shouto’s eyes widened.

‘Beautiful.’

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Your voice sounded like a sweet medley that calmed Shouto’s heart. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No I’m fine, a-are you okay?” He turned his body so he could face you, now he was able to take in all of your beauty. What you wore was so simple but you made it look stunning. A white tank top with the word bridesmaid in black lettering, a pair of blue denim bermuda shorts and black platform sandals, that's all you had on but still managed to take his breath away. You went to pick up the sunglasses that fell when you bumped into him, that’s when he noticed one multi-colored and one pink and purple crystal bracelet on your wrist.

You reached out your hand offering his glasses back. “Yeah I’m fine!” Shouto slowly took his glasses back from you. “But um next time maybe don’t stop in the middle of the entrance, it’s a little dangerous.” Shouto swore he felt his heart stop when you smiled at him.

“Hey! Come on, everyone is waiting for you!” Both you and Shouto looked over at your group of friends, all of them wearing the same top as you except one, calling over to you.

“Looks like I gotta run, don't wanna upset the bride. Oh and sorry again.” You sent him one last smile before running towards your friends. Shouto watched as your friends kept making glances at him before you turned to look back at him. A smile graced your lips as you sent him a small wave of your hand. One of your friend’s, the bride he assumed because of her shirt, leaned over and whispered something in your ear. Her action caused you to have a shocked expression before turning away from him quickly. Shouto let out a small chuckle, wondering what your friends could have possibly said to have made you so flustered.

“Hey, did you forget something Todoroki?” Deku’s voice brought him back to reality. “Why are you just standing here?”

“It was nothing Midoriya, just looking at the interior.” Looking at his close friend he let a small smile pass his lips. “Let’s go join the others shall we?”

Making his way back to his group, Shouto passed one more look over his shoulder only to see you were already gone.

‘Who is she?’

It wasn’t till that next night at the luau did Shouto see you again. You and your group walked past his table, his observant eyes catching every smile you passed to your friends as you found your seats. The way your royal blue floral sundress that came down right below your knees blew in the night breeze. You had your hair tied up in a ponytail, a beautiful Hawaiian hibiscus was placed on the base of the ponytail. Shouto tried to make it not apparent that he was watching you but couldn’t help himself, the more he looked at you the more he noticed.

The tables for the luau were long wooden picnic tables enough for your group and his to fit together. Finally picking a spot on the bench, he had a perfect view of you, on the other side of the table slightly to the left closer to the stage.

“Those girls down there are beauties aren’t they?” Denki slung his arm over Shouto’s shoulders, taking a sip of his soda, Denki saw that Shouto had never stopped looking at you. Clearing his throat Denki decided to speak louder.

“Isn't that the girl you were talking about last night? The one that bumped into you and you said smelled like a beautiful garden of roses, daffodil’s, peony and a hint of dahlia?” Shouto tore his eyes away from you to glare at his so called friend, ready to freeze or burn that big mouth of his off, just wasn’t sure which.

You heard the blonde as he spoke to the man you ran into the day before. Watching as the embarrassed male slammed a hand over his blonde friend's mouth and saying something through his teeth, making the others eyes widen. You couldn't help but chuckle at the dynamic of the two, the blonde looked like he was a puppy that had just gotten scolded.

The sound of your chuckle caught Shouto’s attention, he looked at you with a horrified expression. He realized that you heard what Denki said, meaning you know what he said about you. A light blush formed on his cheeks before he turned his gaze down to his drink, playing with the little umbrella it had in it.

“I think he likes you.” Your friend nudged you in the ribs with her elbow a smirk formed on her lips.

“I don’t know. I only bumped into him and said less than ten words to him.” You kept your gaze on him. He kept fidgeting with that paper umbrella trying to look at anything but you. “Maybe he’s just embarrassed cause I told him it wasn't smart to just stop like that.” Those pesky butterflies were still in your stomach from when you first made eye contact with him. His face looked like it was sculpted by angel’s themselves. Then his eyes, god those eyes, you felt like if you had looked at them any longer you’d turn into a blubbering mess.

“Well I found out from some of the staff here that he and his whole group are actually pro-Heroes from japan. It’s kind of like a summer vacation/reunion for them.”

“Even on vacation your journalistic self can’t help but find out the latest scoop huh?” You stuffed a freshly baked roll in her mouth, earning a light slap on your shoulder.

You heard the start of drums starting to pound in a rhythmic beat signaling that the show was starting. You paid attention to the performance of the hula dancers as they told stories with their fluid movements, it was beautiful. The night carried on with more performances, food and fun moments between the performers and the audience. The show soon came to a close, leaving you wanting more. But ever so often you felt the gaze of a certain hero, your heart racing every time you felt it.

“Wasn’t that awesome?” Your friend had her arm intertwined with yours as you walked the torch lit pathway back to the small villas. You could only hum in agreement, not really paying attention to what she had been talking about. For some reason your mind was still jumping back to the red and white haired man. There was about him, something that made you want to know more about him.

Not watching where you were going you bumped shoulders with a woman who was passing you causing the room key that was tucked into your pocket to fall out. With a quick apology to the women you resumed your walk down the path never realizing the key fell out of your pocket.

“Excuse me!” You heard a man shout from behind you, making you and your friend stop. “I think you dropped this.” Turning around you saw the man that haunted your thoughts jog up to you holding the room key that had fallen. Stuffing your hand in your pockets where that key should be you had finally realized it had fallen. He was soon in front of you the key was being held in between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it out for you.

“I’ll meet you back at the villa.” Your friend sent you a sly smile wiggling her eyebrows as she pushed you a little forward towards the awaiting man.

“Oh um thank you. I can be such a clutz sometimes.” Reaching out a hand, your fingertips brushed against his, gently taking the plastic object back. It may sound cliche but you were sure there was a small rush of electricity that ran through you with just that slight contact.

“It was no problem.” He rubbed the back of his neck once the key was back in your hand. Now it was your turn to look at him like he did you. He was a decently taller than you by a few inches, his red and white hair framed showing off the impeccable structure of his face. The scar on his left side didn’t hinder his beauty in any way. His sharp eyes were just as mesmerizing as they were the other day. The white and turquoise striped short sleeved button down outlined his broad shoulders, the first few buttons open showing off the silver necklaces he wore. Black khaki shorts that seemed to go perfectly on his long legs, and black leather boat shoes. All in all he looked like the perfect man to you.

“What’s your name?” You're not sure what came over you ask that. You could have just walked away after saying thank you but for some reason you couldn’t.

“Shouto Todoroki. And yours?” You told him, only to have him repeat it back. The sound of your name rolling off his lips set your heart racing. “It’s a beautiful name.” Silence fell between you two. “This may sound a little forward but would you like to take a walk on the beach with me?” You can tell he was hesitant to ask you, but that only made you smile.

“I would like that Shouto.” He smiled back at you as he moved to the side so you could start walking back towards the beach. The walk for the most part was in silence, just the gentle sound of the summer’s night breeze dancing through the palm trees.

“So, I hear you’re a pro-hero in japan.” You decided to break the ice, hoping to get to know him better. “What’s that like?” By the time you decide to speak you two had made it to the end of the concrete pathway where the sand from the beach started. Stopping you bent down to take off your wedges, not wanting to walk in the sand with them. Looking next to you, you noticed Shouto doing the same. Once he got his own shoes off you both picked up the shoes and made your way down the beach.

“How did you find that out?”

“I have my sources.” You shrugged flashing a playful grin at the man accompanying you.

Shouto chuckled at your response. You could feel those butterflies fluttering again. “It’s hard work, but worth it. To be able to protect people is the main reason why I wanted to become a hero.” His voice was a little gruff at times but calming at the same time. “What do you do, are you a Pro as well?”

You had reached the shore, the sounds of crashing waves roared across the empty beach. The full moon high in the sky reflecting beautifully off the dark sea as if it were the moon's personal mirror. “No, unfortunately.” A wave crashed, making its way up the sand, the water tickling the tips of your toes. “I was born without a quirk.”

You turned your head to Shouto, his face showing expressions of being apologetic and of sheer panic, you were used to it by now. “But it doesn’t bother me. I may not have a quirk but I still have powers.” You wiggled your fingers like a witch would do in the cartoons you would watch on TV when you were younger.

Shouto tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I have the power to let couples have their dream weddings.” You let out a laugh as the confusion became more apparent. “I’m a wedding planner. I may not be a well known one but one day I will be. That way I can do my part for people, it may not be as impactful as what you do but it’s still something.”

“I think that’s an amazing power you have. To be able to help people with their dreams isn’t a small feat. It's something very admirable actually.” The smile that graced his face was nothing short of breath taking. It was almost contagious how his smile made your own wider.

There was a silence that fell between you two again, but you were comfortable around him. Just what was it about him that made you feel like this around a stranger? Was it because he was a hero or was there something else to him? Something deeper? You wanted to find out.

“Can I ask you a question? And I’m sorry if it’s out of line but how did you get that scar?” You had turned to face him, stepping closer you got a better look at the imperfection on his skin.

“Oh this,” he raised his palm to it gently grazing the scar with his finger tips. “My mother poured boiling water on my left side because it reminded her of my father.”

An audible gasp left your lips as you stepped closer to him. Not sure what came over you but you raised your hand to cover his. “I’m so sorry, Shouto. I shouldn’t have asked.”

His body froze. You were so close to him, your scent encased him, pulling him further into your mysterious spell. What have you done to him, he felt like his heart was about to explode whenever you simply looked at him. But to have you this close and touching his hand he was sure he had seen the heavens open, and you were the angel greeting him.

He leaned slightly into your hand. “It’s fine, it happened so long ago. It’s a part of how I became the man I am today.” Taking your hand in his, he walked you both over to a set of lounge chairs.

He then explained his childhood to you. What his power is, who his father was, how Deku helped him make his fire his own, everything. As he told his story you felt water gather in your eyes. He had been through so much, and yet he was this kind, confident and all around beautiful man.

Shouto honestly couldn't explain why he opened up to you the way he did. It took his classmates, his closest friends, much longer to get this deep with him. You made him feel like he could open himself up, that he didn’t need to be ashamed of his past.

You two went well into the night, sharing stories of your past and dreams about your futures. It wasn’t until you saw the sky start to turn lighter did you realize that it was almost six in the morning. You’ve spent more than seven hours with a man you had just met. Shouto offered to walk you to your villa that you shared with your friends, in which you gladly accepted.

Shouto walked down the same path from before, glancing to his right to look at you. The blush of dawn illuminated your skin, shining brightly through your tresses. That serene smile on your lips made his heart do backflips. He was so caught up in watching you he didn’t realize that you were both standing in front of the villa.

“This is me.” You moved to stand on the stoop in front of the door, making you eye level with Shouto. “I really enjoyed tonight Shouto.”

“So did I.” His voice was soft like he didn't want to speak too loud in case it broke the spell you had on him.

“Well, I guess I’ll just see you around the hotel.” You gave him a short wave as you turned to open the door.

“Wait.” You were stopped by Shouto’s hand as he got a hold of yours. Looking down at your connected hands you felt like your body was on fire. “May I see you again?”

Raising your eyes from your hands, you met his gaze. He had a slight blush forming on his cheeks, his eyes searching yours for an answer. You couldn’t help it, no matter what he did you always felt a sense of happiness around him.

“I would really like that.” You watched as relief washed over him, his shoulders visibly relaxing, his brilliant smile came back.

“Tonight at nine, can you meet me at the beach again. If you’re not busy that is.”

“I think I can fit you in my schedule.” with hands still connected, Shouto raised your hand to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss in the back of it.

“Then I’ll see you tonight.” He released your hand, taking a few steps backwards, his eyes never leaving yours.

Turning around you unlocked the door, opening it. Stepping through the door you closed it and pressed your back against the wood. Taking the hand he held on to, you placed it above your racing heart.

“Shouto Todoroki , what have you done to me?” Still feeling like you were on cloud nine you made your way to your room, hoping to get some sleep before your friends decided to go sightseeing.

Over the next five days of your vacation, you met up with Shouto every night at nine on the beach. Tonight was no different. This was what you looked forward to each and every day, to see Shouto, to hear the stories of his days in highschool with his friends, to spend all hours of the night with him just talking.

Walking to the beach you noticed Shouto was already there. His dark jeans rolled up his calves as he stood in the water, face turned up to the sky. You could feel the air in your lungs be sucked out. The way the moonlight was reflecting off his porcelain skin, made him look like an unearthly being, highlighting the sharp features of his face. Silky strands of his two-toned hair flies in the wind, a smile plays on his lips. He was perfect.

Rolling up your jeans, you walked into the water to stand next to him. “It’s a beautiful night isn't it?” The cold water rolled over your feet coming up over your ankles. It was one of the chilliest nights you’ve had all summer. Thinking maybe you should have brought a light jacket with you, you rubbed your exposed arms trying to generate heat.

“It is, now that you’re here.” You could feel the heat in your cheeks start to rise. One thing you learned about Shouto over these nights was that he wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “Are you cold?” Shouto started to come closer to you, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders, his body touching yours. It was then you realized he was using his fire side to keep you warm.

“Thank you, Shouto.” His quirk had amazed you when he told you what it was. On the third night he had done a small demonstration, showing you how it works. You could still remember the excitement in his eyes when he made you a small ice figurine of the flower you had in your hair that first night.

Suddenly you thought back to what your friend asked ‘So what are you gonna do once we have to go back to reality?’. You only had two more nights to spend with Shouto, two more nights to live in this fantasy. What were you going to do, you didn’t live in japan and he did. You were just a wedding planner and he was a hero, you lived in two entirely different worlds.

“Hey Shouto, I wanted to give you something.” You broke apart from him, already missing the warmth he gave you, you faced him. “Remember when you asked me about my bracelets?” he nodded his head, watching as you reached in your back pocket. You pulled out a crystal bracelet much like your own, only this one had black and a light brown small round stones on it.

“I got you one, this is a protection bracelet.” You took hold of his wrist, sliding the elastic object over his large slightly calloused hand. “It’s made from black obsidian which is known as a grounding and protective stone and tiger eye; it's going to help bring you balance and help you release fear and anxiety, aiding you in making unclouded judgments and understanding. I thought that you could use this seeing as how you have a tough and dangerous job.” You played with the little polished stones now on his wrists. You wanted to give him something to remember these summer nights with you, because you knew this is all it would ever be, summer nights and a summer romance.

“I feel bad, I didn’t get you anything.” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand slide down to the ends playing with it between his fingers.

“You don’t have to, the memories of these past few nights are all I need.” his eyes stared into your own, like they were trying to say something to you but you couldn't figure it out.

You gasped as Shouto pulled you into a tight hug. His hand stroking the back of your head, long fingers running through your hair. “Sometimes memories aren't enough. Tomorrow night I promise, I’ll give you something you can always remember me by.”

That night you spent it like all the other nights, only difference was Shouto had held you for the better part of the whole night. Soon it was time to say goodnight, like every night. Once you closed your door Shouto headed back to the villa he shared with his friends, he looked at his wrist staring at the bracelet. He had to get you something just as meaningful in the morning. Letting out a sigh he looked back up at the star lit sky, tomorrow night he was going to ask you if you wanted to continue this romance once the vacation ended.

You had butterflies in your stomach all day long. Something about what Shouto said last night had you on your toes. Deciding you were going to dress up tonight you put on a black and daisy printed spaghetti strapped dress that came up to right above your knees. You made sure to spray your signature perfume, knowing that Shouto liked the smell of it just as much as you did. After talking with your friends about it, maybe it wasn't so bad to carry on with this romance after leaving Hawaii. So many people you know and even couples you planned weddings for had done the whole long distance thing. ‘This could work!’ You smiled as you picked up pace making your way to the beach.

Once you reached the beach you noticed Shouto wasn't there yet. It wasn’t like him to not be here before you. Shrugging it off you made your way to the lounge chairs you and Shouto declared as your spot. Pulling out your phone you decided to play a game or check your social media sites while you waited for him.

Five minutes turned into thirty, thirty turned into an hour and before you knew it you wanted on that beach for almost an hour and a half. You felt silly for never getting Shouto’s number, what if something happened to him and his friends. You were about to get up and make your way to the front desk to ask them to call his villa for you when you saw a hotel staff member run towards you.

“Excuse me are you,” He said your name, before handing you a beautifully wrapped box and a letter. “Mr.Todoroki asked me to give that to you.” without another word the man turned around and left.

Sitting back down you placed the box on your lap as you opened the letter.

‘To my Flower,

I’m so sorry to have left without a word but something came up back in japan and they needed all of us to come back immediately. These past few days seemed like a fantasy for me, YOU were like a fantasy for me. I was afraid that one day I would open my eyes and you would be gone, that you were only someone I imagined. You are a woman who must be too wonderful, too beautiful, too great to be true, it's odd to think that a man like me could catch your eye and possibly your heart.

I was going to use tonight to ask you if this could turn into something more than just a past memory, if this can become our reality. If you want to become MY reality. Inside the box is something you could cherish forever and my contact information. Hope to hear from you soon, my flower.

-Shouto

Folding the letter back up and placing it against your stomach, you switched your attention to the small box. The wrapping paper was a beautiful lilac and gold metallic marble pattern, with a mesh white ribbon wrapped around it, a perfect bow on top. You almost didn't want to open it, it was so beautiful.

Pulling the ribbon you gently untied it from around the box before pulling at the paper. The gift had a little weight to it, your mind wandered trying to come up with what could possibly be in there. Once you got rid of the paper, you were left with a small dark blue velvet box. Slowly you opened the lid. You nearly dropped it as a gasp passed your lips, hands shaking, water gathering in the corner of your eyes.

Inside was a Hawaiian Hibiscus hair pin made out of red sapphires, he remembered your favorite flower. You had mentioned it to him the first night and it was never brought up again. You ran your fingertips over the stunning stones, taking it out of its case you clipped it to the side of your hair. With it securely in place you looked back at the box hopping to find a small card with his phone number.

Confusion struck as you noticed there wasn't a card in the box, tilting your head you turned the object over shaking it hoping something was going to magically fall out. But nothing, going back to the letter you re-read the last line over again just to make sure you did read it right. Grabbing the envelope you ripped it open but once again, nothing.

Shouto forgot to leave his number for you, you had no way of contacting him. Was this fate's way of telling you this wouldn't have worked? Did fate save you from an impending heartbreak? You looked up to the stars as tears started to flow from your eyes. You and Shouto were never meant to walk down this path together, at least not in reality. Now you only had these summer nights to remember the man that set your heart on fire. With tears streaming down your face you held the letter to your heart.

“I’ll cherish these memories forever, Shouto.”

It’s been five years to the day and you haunted Shouto’s memories. Those nights were still fresh in his head, if he closed his eyes he could still feel that soft breeze on the beach, your scent wafting around him. The way your smile was somehow brighter than the sun, your laugh was like a lullaby in his head, he could remember it all. When he landed back home he had expected you to have sent him a text message but nothing, even days, weeks, months later there was nothing. He was devastated, he truly wanted to believe that you had felt for him the way he felt for you but he was mistaken.

“You're still thinking about that girl icy hot?” The sound of Bakugou’s rough voice brought him out of his reverie. He had been put on patrol with his old classmate, there was a big convention going on in town so they were put on duty to make sure nothing happens in the surrounding area.

“No I’m not.” Shouto continued to walk alongside his friend, as his hand played with the bracelet on his wrist.

“Tch don’t lie, every time the summer comes your head gets further in the clouds. It’s been five years man, let it go.”

He’s tried so many times but couldn’t, you were all he could think of. He tried looking for you but didn’t know where, he racked his brain thinking back to the conversations but you never said where you lived now. He was hoping that one day your paths would cross like they did in Hawaii on that beautiful summer day, and just hope he wasn't too late.

“Come in Ground Zero and Shouto!” The heroes could hear the dispatcher call for them in the hidden earpiece they had.

“Shouto and Ground Zero here, what’s going on?”

“Looks like some criminals decided to show up at the convention center. Other heroes are on their way but you two are the closest!” Looking at Bakugou, Shouto watched as he blasted himself in the air going towards the center.

“Time to get your head out of the past icy hot and focus on the present!!” Shouto was never one to take advice from the hot tempered hero, but maybe this time he would.

They arrived at the scene to see people running and screaming out of the convention center. police officers and EMT’s trying to get people to safety and taking those who were injured “Bakugou, you get the attention of the criminals, keep them busy until backup arrives, I’ll go in and try to evacuate as many people as I can.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He took off into the building, one thing over the years hasn't changed and that was Bakugou’s anger.

Running to the back of the building Shouto found an entrance that seemed to have not been noticed by the criminals, Shouto figured he'd start the evacuation from the back working his way to the front making sure everyone was safe. Running into rooms, and halls he got out as many as he could making sure the coast was clear for the civilians to run to the exit.

He had gotten everyone out and was about to go aid Bakugou when he heard a woman screaming as she was being held back by the police. “My friend is in there! She’s still in there!” There was sheer panic and desperation in her voice .

“Do you know where she is?” Shouto was slightly out of breath having ran through the entire building.

“She was in the dressing room of the main hall!” Shouto nodded his head at her before running off back into the building. ‘How could I have missed her!’ Gritting his teeth Shouto pushed himself faster, he had to get to her and then go help Bakugou.

“Oi Todoroki where are you?” He could hear Bakugou over the earpiece.

“There is one more civilian in the dressing room, once I get her to safety I’ll head over to help you.”

“Help me?” Shouto heard a loud explosion followed by Bakugou laughing. “Who said I needed your help, just figured you'd want in on the action!”

Shouto was about to respond back when he heard the sound of someone screaming. Using his ice as a booster he slid down the escalators leading him to the main hall where the woman’s friend said she was. Slowing down and stopping right outside the door, Shouto heard the criminal speaking to the woman.

“Just come out and nobody gets hurt!” Shouto used that as his moment to freeze the criminal, surrounding him in ice. “What the-” The criminal tried to break free but couldn’t.

“It’s useless, you can't break my ice.” His voice was low and deadly sending shivers down the criminal’s spine. Shouto walked into the room, tables were flipped glass was broken but the woman’s friend was nowhere to be seen. “Miss, you can come out, it's safe now.” He walked closer to the stand up closet, figuring that’s the first place a person would hide. Shouto put his hand on the small door knob ready to open it when he got a whiff of it.

‘Roses, daffodil’s, peony and a hint of dahlia? It couldn’t be, there's no way’.

Nearly ripping the door off it hinges, Shouto’s eyes widened as he saw you. A mix of black mascara and tears streaming down your face. Your body shaking from fear hands clenched into fists on your side. You opened your eyes, meeting Shouto’s shocked ones. That’s when he saw it, that hair pin he gave you all those years ago, placed on the side of your head.

“Shouto?” Was the last thing you heard yourself say before everything went black.

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“I tried to help you walk away… now you’re making me do this,” Beck’s voice echoed as Peter’s world swirled into darkness, illuminated only by green fog.

School lockers came crashing down as Mysterio, clad in his suit and a sphere of uncertainty on his head, walked towards Peter.

“You told me you were just a kid…” Peter tried to fire his webs at him, but they evaporated into green dust. Peter tried to punch him but failed, punching into a concrete pole. “You told me you wanted to hang out with that girl.”

“Help!” your voice screamed. Peter looked around hurriedly.

“Y/N” he called, slamming through a door. He halted quickly as to not fall of the edge. The balcony looked familiarly like the Eiffel Tower.

He had thought about bringing MJ up here and giving her the Dahlia necklace, and he even told you this- but after getting to know you, his plans changed, and he wanted it to be you up there with him. But not like this…

“Peter,” he turned to face you, as you stood dangerously close to the edge. “What’s going on?” your fearful voice asked him timidly.

“I know this isn’t real,” Peter declared.

Green fog materialised around you as a hand emerged and tightened around your neck.

“Do you though?” Beck taunted, lifting your body up over the edge.

“Y/N,” Peter yelled, running towards you. Mysterio let your body drop, plummeting towards the earth, “Y/N!” Peter called for you, reaching his hand out. His fingers slipped passed yours as he dove head first towards the ground. His leap was cut short as his head came crashing into hard concrete.

You screamed echoed hauntingly as the darkness consumed his surroundings again.

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The next morning yourself, Ned and MJ were standing outside your hotel, packed bags in hand, waiting for the shuttle. None of you had heard from Peter since he had swung out of the window the previous night. And you were beginning to worry.

“Don’t worry,” Ned said, reading your mind (and anxious body language), “he does this all the time. He’ll be fine.”

“Yes, he might, but I never knew it was Peter all those things until now,” you whispered back, careful to not let any of your classmates hear, “And now he’s got a bad guy after him, and by extension, us- because we know he’s bad! You can’t blame me for being stressed.” You looked at him pointedly.

“She’s got a point,” MJ quipped, not even looking up from her book.

Mr Harrington announced that there was a slight change of plans: you would fly home via London, spending the day there before flying home.

The three of you shared a silent, knowing look: this trip had been altered with one too many times for this to not be suspicious anymore.

Nevertheless, you all boarded the coach that would take you to the train station, as you had no other option but to. You boarded the train and caught it into the bustling city of London.

The class was ushered towards a double-decker bus, as you were going to sight-see before heading to the airport, when you heard Brad’s voice speak up.

“Is no one else going to acknowledge how crazy this is?”

“I get it.” Mr Dell spoke. “There’s been nothing scientific about this science tour at all,” Brad gave an exasperated sigh at his words.

“No, no, no. I’m talking about Peter. Has no one else noticed how shady he is?” He looked at the class expectantly, but no one showed even an ounce of interest, yet, he continued anyway, “Because I saw him in the bathroom of a rest stop with some woman in his underwear, and he’s always sneaking away?” Your heart hitched- what if Brad had figured it out… “Like back at the Opera? And now he’s suddenly off the trip, with his family in Berlin? Is no one else here interested in the truth?” Brad finished.

You shared a side glance with MJ and you could see that Ned was also looking at her. She lightly raised her hand, giving you guys a confident nod before turning to Brad.

“The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world,” she spoke cryptically.

“George Orwell. Thank you, MJ,” Brad looked grateful, unknowingly so, as he obviously didn’t realise MJ was not on his side.

“Well,” you spoke up, frantic to get off the topic of Peter’s inconsistency. It would only take one more cog to turn for most of the class to figure out what was really going on. “Since Peter isn’t here to tell his truth, what about you Brad, why do you think it’s cool to take photos of people in the bathroom with said woman?” you countered, crossing your arms over your chest. Your classmates’ faces dropped as their noses turned up in disgust

“Yeah not cool dude,” Flash said disapprovingly.

“What no it wasn’t like that…” Brad began, looking desperately at you and even more desperately at MJ.

“Let’s put all this craziness behind us and have a nice peaceful afternoon,” your teacher interrupted, “’Sounds great Mr Harrington’ said the class.” He said defeatedly as you all moved towards the double-decker bus.

“Good work MJ,” you whispered as you placed your bags into the carrier and made your way onto the second level of the bus.

“You too,” she said, “We make a pretty good team. What would he do without us?” she joked mockingly. You giggled as you and Ned took the seas beside her.

“Can you tell Y/N I’m sorry.” Peter said to Happy. He looked up with concern at the man, tear stricken and with dried blood on his face.

“You can tell her yourself. You’re gonna make it out safely and alive.” He finished sternly. Peter nodded dejectedly. He looked up at him pleadingly,

“Please keep her safe.”

“Some thing about this is not right,” you stated as the bus came to a halt atop of Tower Bridge. You stood from your seat, peering over the side of the bus. Ned and Peter rose to join you.

“You’re an F.O.S now,” Ned spoke casually. Your face frowned in misunderstanding, but he was completely oblivious to the fact you had no idea what he was talking about. Luckily MJ saw your confused look and huffed before clarifying:

“Friend of Spider-Man.” You let a small ‘Oh’ in understanding as Ned continued,

“You just have to stay calm.”

A loud rumble of thunder boomed. You turned to see murky clouds wisping around the buildings as the sky grew darker.

You sighed as you heart pounded in your chest with fear, “Do I have to stay calm now?”

You ran along the Tower Bridge as the “monster” destroyed everything in its path. Cars were exploding, people were screaming, and you struggled to keep paced with MJ’s long legs running in front of you.

You caught up with her as you failed to stop before slamming into her. She had stopped to pull Flash and his live-stream towards the rest of class.

As you reached the side of the Thames, you saw the destruction- the bridge was on fire and the sides of the river banks were falling apart.

“Oh my god,” you spoke in horror.

“It’s not real!” Ned spoke, albeit unconvincingly.

“Well it looks pretty real to me!” MJ yelled.

“Hey look, it’s Mysterio! He’s going to save us!” You heard Brad’s voice cut through the chaos. You could see a stream of green fly towards the “monster” and start battling it. Your classmates starting cheering as realisation dawned on you.

“Guys,” you caught MJ and Ned’s attention, “Mysterio knows we know.”

“Then we’re in danger!” Ned exclaimed. MJ nodded,

“and so are they,” MJ said, referring to your class, “We gotta get out of here.”

The three of you began running, trailed by Betty and Flash. As you were sprinting around the Tower of London you turned around to check your surrounds and you saw a figure falling from the sky- black and red, and with a Spider shaped logo trailing behind it…

“Oh my god,” you stopped running, Ned and Betty crashing into you. Your group stopped and followed your line of sight. “It’s Spider-Man!”

You all cheered, watching as he dipped out of sight and into the fight. You stood there for a moment until debris flew passed you, causing you all to duck.

“We need to keep moving!” MJ ordered, grabbing your hand and pulling you with her. The rest of the group followed suit.

As you continued to maneuver your way through the crowds you heard Flash scream,

“the monster was full of drones, it was crazy!”

You turned and saw the illusion powering down, revealing the drones.

“MJ…” you called warningly.

“I know!” she yelled, squeezing in between two groups of people, “We just need to keep moving!”

As you rounded the corner, a man in a suit came running towards you.

“Ned!” he called. You group stopped.

“Happy!”

“I need to get you out of here!” he said.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“I work with Spider-Man, you gotta get on that jet…” he started but Flash interrupted.

“You work FOR SPIDER-MAN,”

“I work with Spider-Man not for Spider-Man,” Happy emphasised. A crashing sound boomed from behind him. The jet he had just run from burst into flames. He turned around to face you all stressfully, “new plan!”

You started to run into the Tower, Happy mere steps behind you.

“We’re okay, just go get Beck!” You heard him yell. You halted and turned to the man.

“Is that him, is he okay?” Happy stopped and looked at you knowingly.

“Y/N?” you nodded, “he’s fine,” he said shortly, grabbing your shoulders and twisting you around to run, “keep moving.”

You all took your hiding positions behind the pillars, knowing that the drones were trailing closely behind. You could hear the mechanical whirring as one entered. You stood still against the brick of the pole. MJ was to you left, Ned and Betty on the next Pillar over and Happy and Flash the next pillar to the right.

The buzzing increased and you could only assume more drones had flown in. Ned and Betty silently looked at MJ, she turned around, trying to telepathically telling you all her plan.

You saw Happy shake his head as MJ stubbornly nodded. She slowly grabbed the Flail, but its weight was too much for her. It started to fall to the ground, but you grabbed onto the top of the stick, helping her hold it up.

Ned and Betty pushed one of the knight statues down, causing the drone to shoot at it. MJ wielded her weapon, lifting it up into the air and bringing it down onto the drone. You grabbed the spear of the knight next to you and stepped out from behind the pillar.

You covered MJ, launching the spear at the drone point at her. It faltered, unable to shoot. Another drone emerged and began shooting. You all screamed and began to duck.

“Into the vault!” Happy screamed, directing you all through the large doors, as you pulled them closed Happy through the shield he was holding, but fell short, missing all the drones.

“How does Cap do that?” he exasperated as the doors were yanked shut.

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Mysterio was defeated. Peter limped across the bridge. His whole body ached as if it was on fire. He could hear the shuffling of gravel as footsteps pounded towards him.

He looked up to see your figure flying towards him.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, attempting to pick up his pace but struggled as his legs threatened to give way underneath him.

You discarded the spear you had brought with you from the Tower of London as you near him- you could see dried blood covering his face, dark circles under his eyes as his stiff body struggled to hold itself up.

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you embraced him. He could feel your body around him, squeezing tight, holding him up. You nuzzled your head in his neck as you felt his body relax, the weight of the world lifting off his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” you squeaked, pulling back to look at his face. He smiled meekly.

“I’m okay,” he croaked. You huffed as you pull him into your arms again. You could feel his body shaking, probably from shock and adrenaline. You reached down with your left hand to grasp his right, pulling it into your chest, rubbing his back slowly with your other hand.

“Shhh, it’s over now,” you cooed. You let him feel the slower pace of your heart, the soothing rubbing of you hand on his back. His breathing slowed and his body visibly stopped shaking.

You stepped apart and he looked at you dazed due to his unusual calmness.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“No problem. My sister used to get panic attacks after our parents disappeared in the blip. So, I, uh, got really good at calming her down.” You rambled, fiddling with your fingers. You had subconsciously become aware of the fact that this was the first time you had been alone with Peter since you had found out he was Spider-Man.

“Well, um, you’re really good at it.” Peter said. You nodded before gesturing behind you.

“I brought that,” you said pointing at the spear. You hear Peter let out a chuckle, “in case you needed back-up.”

Peter smiled, “Thanks. I would love for your to be back-up.” He furrowed his brows at his own words, “wait- that sounded weird. Like I don’t want you to get hurt but it’s really nice that you want to help...”

“Peter,” you interrupted him. His mouth snapped shut as he looked at you embarrassed. “I got what you meant.”

He lets out a puff of relief, “Oh good… but I really didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know,” you reassured him. “But also, because that sweaty guy with us told me.” Peter looked confused, and as you went to clarify for him, he realised.

“Happy.” You both spoke at the same time. You both looked at each other sweetly, both of you laughs filling the air, drowning out the dwindling sounds of destruction and fear…

“I really like you.” Peter said. His words were short but held all the meaning they could. He looked at you deeply as he anxiously fiddled with his mask, conscious of the fact he had laid his heart out on the line.

A smile broke from your lips as butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach. Your face felt warm as a blush appeared on your cheeks at his words. Your eyes met his as you mouth began to form words. And with just as much meaning you spoke:

“I really like you too.”

Peter’s fidgeting ceased as the nervousness coursing through him was replaced by excitement. His adrenaline spiked as he leaned in to do the second most terrifying thing he had done today (after defeat an evil super villain): kiss you.

Both your lips puckered as you joined in a weak, timid kiss. You pulled apart before attaching again, this time with more passion. You both held onto each other tightly as your lips connected in flurry of fireworks.

You broke apart, smiling giddily at one another.

“C’mon, Pete,” his heart fluttered as the nickname left your lips. You hooked your arm under his, wrapping it around your torso as you began to move off the bridge “let’s get you cleaned up.”

As you walked, dodging the debris and wreckage you turned to Peter,

“Hey, did you know that Happy guy is dating your Aunt?” you asked.

“Yep,” Peter said monotonously, “and I’m gonna give him a real talking to.”

“Ha,” you laughed. Peter looked at you offendedly, “calm down now, Spider-Boy”

You two continued to laugh, looking at him from the side. You admired his profile, wondering how you got to be so lucky that a guy like this would like you. You faced your heard forward concentrating on half-carrying the boy off the bridge when you heard Peter’s kiddish voice whisper:

“It’s Spider-Man.”

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The Kaja-Cola Flava Girls Reunite

((Welcome to my very fangirl headcanon for Trixany and my femme alts. Something cute, needlessly complex, and over-the-top for you to enjoy <3...))

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Daily Mail Org: Zug zug folks, here we have it! Hot off the presses... the Kaja-Cola’s premier girl-band that helped spread the message of this exceptional Goblin party drink beyond Kezan, beyond Goblin lands, and tear into new world markets... And I mean literally, last week. They almost danced a man to death on the Stormwind tram in order to sell him Kaja-Cola... They’re back! In The Daily Mail Org studio today, we have all six of the original Flava Girls. Well, not so original--the newest addition, lucky lady number seven, is a beautiful Nightborne goddess.

Arcana Mama: Haha--yes, Arcana Mama. That would be me.

Daily Mail Org: Wow, she even has a sweet speaking voice.

Flava Girls: *all giggle and cheer*

Daily Mail Org: This is amazing. Your old fans, especially the Trixany Cuomo fangirls and fanboys out there, have to be thrilled. Today, the Flava Girls are officially no longer a throw-back.

Trixany: That sounds a little insulting, you know. We’re just grown--we’re all full-grown ladies! *laughs* We know what we want and we’re not taking any prisoners this time. Right, ladies?

Flava Girls: *wild cheers, wolf-whistle*

Daily Mail Org: Oh, of course! That’s what I meant. And Trixany has been the lead singer. It’s her successful parody career that ignited the spark for the Flava Girls to come back, am I right? You wanna talk about that, Trixany?

Trixany: Well, it’s no secret that the band sort of went its own way when I broke out. I wanted to go solo, see what I could do. But the girls were always there for me, we kept in touch...

Daily Mail Org: Uh, really? You destroyed their careers single-handed and we’re supposed to believe you were having wine-and-cheese nights, holding hands, crying on each other’s shoulders?

Mega Meghan Mango: *husky Tauren voice* Spiritually, we were always connected. Even when we weren’t talking to each other, we were attuned to what was going on in each other’s lives. The band wouldn’t be here today if I didn’t get on the scrying orb one time and tell Trixany, “Look. I can see what that rivalry with Haris Pilton is doing to you. I can see it crushing your soul, Trix. This isn’t you.”

Trixany: Oh my gods, she’s so right. I can’t believe I forgot about that! Now I remember, that was Meghan and Jojo, right? Where’s Mojo Jojo? Why are you sitting way back there, girl? Come on, scoot up so they can see you.

From left to right: Mojo Jojo (Troll), Shuga Slam (Orc), Fiesta LimeTrixany (Blood Elf), Cocoa Crush (Goblin), Mega Meghan Mango (Tauren).

Mojo Jojo: *chill Troll voice* Ya, ya, mon. Dat was me and Meghan. I asked miss Trixany-mon, ‘What joo gonna do about dat nasty richmon Haris? Dis needs to stop right hea, right now.”

Trixany: And Jojo, you said something about a loa... By the Sunwell, I can’t remember that part exactly, it was good too--

Org Daily Mail: Did Mojo Jojo try to sign you up with Bwonsamdi, Trixany? That sounds more like a career-ending move to me.

Mojo Jojo: *cackles wildly*

Trixany: That’s not at all what she did--

Mojo Jojo: No, no. I tol’ her that she betta make a bargain with Kimbul quick so the tiga loa can tear dat witch up for spreadin’ dose rumors.

Arcana Mama: Oh my word... No she didn’t!

Shuga Slam: *orcish accent* Yes, she did. She did it for the Horde!

Trixany: Hahaha...

Cocoa Crush: *goblin siprano* Yeah, that’s totally something Trix would do anyway on her own. If not Kimbul, then she would have paid the Goblin mob or something--

Trixany: Oh my Garrosh--Don’t say that out loud!

Org Daily Mail: Wait, did she? What’s that sly smile, Trixany?

Trixany: Okay, so I did sign on with Kimbul for a while during BFA--um, didn’t everyone?--and maybe Haris Pilton’s career did tank for a while. But was it a coincidence? You decide. Remember when she fell off the stage during that Consortium fashion show last spring? *shrugs* I don’t know if I believe in the loa stuff. As a Blood Elf, I guess it’s probably against my brand--

Mojo Jojo: Ya, I don’ tink you should claim dat.

Trixany: ...But at least now Haris does. She’s a devout believer in Kimbul. I hear she’s sworn never to go to Zuldazar, for fear of him.

Org Daily Mail: ...Ouch. But Trix, can you finish up the story for us? What happened to make you go to the Kaja-Cola Company and get the band back together?

Cocoa Crush: No, I should tell this part. Trixany wasn’t actually thea.

Trixany: *frowns, but tries not to say anything*

Org Daily Mail: What’s this? More sibling drama!

Cocoa Crush: I told the Kaja-Cola Company that people need thoughtless entertainment these days. Tha kinda fluffy, pathetic, ‘I’m dancing in a tube-top, look at me’ stuff that only my big step-sista Trixany could provide. And they agreed with me. Let’s not lie, I’m the brains hea. The fourth war was hard on everyone, and it was about the only way the company could get people to start drinking Kaja-Cola again.

Trixany: ...Yes.

Org Daily Mail: Trixany? Is that all you have to say?

Trixany: Legally, yes. That’s how it happened. Except for that tube-top jab my sis squeezed in there--

Coca Crush: After you drunk butt-dialed the Kaja-Cola Company for the last time, you betta be lucky I’m still even speakin’ to ya. I’m always cleaning up my step-sister’s drama. Ironic, too. They were getting ready to call Horde Records and have them drop her butt!

Shuga Slam: Ouch. Sounds like it’s always lok’tar ogar at the Cuomo house.

Trixany: Grr...

Cocoa Crush: But! I also saved my step-sista’s career. And now I’m officially the underwriter, so I’ll get the song credits I was supposed to be getting this whole time.

Cocoa Crush (Troll), Arcana Mama (Nightborne), Fiesta Lime Trixany (Blood Elf), Shuga Slam (Orc), Mega Meghan Mango (Tauren)

Black Cherry Dahlia: *smokey Forsaken voice* Nobody has asked about me yet. Or why I’m always getting cut off in all the publicity photos!

*girls screaming, then the male Orc interviewing starts yelling too*

Shuga Slam: Actually, why am I screaming? Me and my fangs get cut off on the other side of the photo if it’s not spooky Dahli getting cropped out.

Cocoa Crush: Eh, blame the KCC. They mix it up dependin’ on tha demographic they’re selling Kaja-Cola to.

Org Daily Mail: Blood and thunder! Black Cherry Dahlia? You’re a damned scary dame. I’m even impressed! How’d you even get into the studio? You weren’t here before? I could swear it--

Black Cherry Dahlia: I’m more than ready to spread Kaja-Cola products through Forsaken lands like the mighty Plague we all know and love.

Meghan Mega Mango: Do we... Does anyone love the Plague? Officially?

Mojo Jojo: You gotta take dat kinda stuff up with Bwonsamdi, dat not be in my contract, Undead-mon.

Shuga Slam: I’m not commenting, either. I’m Frostwolf Clan by birth, and I don’t need that kind of drama following me around on the Orc social media streams. If Eitrigg or Thrall unfriends me, I’m dead. Black Cherry, will you tone it down! It was bad enough when Sylvanas burned that tree. Don’t go burning our careers down! Again!

Org Daily Mail: One last thing. My producer is telling me now that you all have secret identities when you’re not out saving the world with your music. Care to go into detail?

Trixany: Other way around. We’re already strong fighters for the Horde. Saving lives, our lands, our people--that’s a daily thing. Our real names--I guess except for mine I suppose--those are the secret. But everyone knows our stage names.

Org Daily Mail: That doesn’t make any sense. Here ya go, while we try to figure this one out... We’re going to play some more Flava Girls footage in the background for the people streaming at home on their scrying orbs.

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Trixany: Yes it does so make sense! It’s like... Jem and the Holograms but it’s flipped around. They were a band but nobody knew they were actually running around helping people, right?

Cocoa Crush: I told Trixany not to bingewatch that Jem show while she was drinkin’. *sigh*

Org Daily Mail: I’m pretty sure it’s the exact same thing, NOT flipped. You’re musicians, but you also have secret identities for when you’re fighting your enemies. This whole time, I never called any of you by your real names.

Trixany: Anyway, come see us perform. And if any of you fans out there recognize one of us in real life too, please don’t out us! We need to keep our true stage identities secret in order to play the happy, sassy music that we do.

Org Daily Mail: I’m still confused.

Arcana Mama: Yes, I think Trixany just really wants the ‘magical girl’ element as part of our aesthetic. It’s okay.

Trixany: There are wants and needs, Arcana. ‘Magical girl’ is a need for me.

Org Daily Mail: Alright! Well, thanks for coming into the studio, ladies. We look forward to seeing your heavily synchronized dances and auto-tuned voices wherever the Horde needs joy. Can you sing a little something for us before you go? Or, does that need to go through rehearsals and a pre-recorded lip-synching session first?

Black Cherry Dahlia: We’d better do it. This grimy Orc has been insulting us the entire time, ladies. I think he needs correcting. *cracks knuckles, neck super loudly*

Flava girls: *Trixany counts out a beat first, then they all hold hands and harmonize* Nobody loves Azeroth better I'mma stick with Malfurion forever Nobody gonna take Azzy higher That's why you're my Shan'dooo Only Malfy appreciates her Forget Tyrande--my archdruid baby! Nobody ever healed Azeroth this way No Shan'don't. He's my Shan'dooo!**

Org Daily Mail: LOKTAR!! Wow, that’s... all kinds of meta and complicated, yet LIT! It’s even cross-faction. I love it!! Tyrande won’t--but hey! Let’s hear it for the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls, everybody!

*The girls stand, still holding hands, and they curtsey beautifully. Then tall Meghan suddenly picks up a squealing Trixany. The other girls cheer and shake Kaja-Cola bottles. They spray a rainbow of tropical soda on everything*

All the Flava Girls: Arcana Mama (Nightborne), Mojo Jojo (Troll), Cocoa Crush (Goblin), Fiesta Lime Trixany (Blood Elf), Mega Meghan Mango (Tauren), Shuga Slam (Orc), Black Cherry Dahlia (Forsaken)

((**Parody song is Shan’dooo by Trixany @trixcuomo))

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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years

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Missing You

Riddle me this: Who has two thumbs, is KISS trash, and just got a new phone today? Answer: THIS GIRL! So, logically, there’s only one way to celebrate: writing angst, of course!

Lol but in all seriousness, this is pretty angsty. I actually made myself a little sad writing this. This is the latest installment of the Black Dahlia series, and ties in to @cosmicrealmofkissteria‘s most recent KISSteriaverse drabble Tearful Departure. This features Black Dahlia bonding with Vinneketh, and... well, read on to see what happens. Enjoy!

Black Dahlia never had to deal with scandal before.

Before shipping her off to the Sisterhood, her old family had been perfectly ordinary—at least, from what she remembered they were. And the Sisterhood had only the Crimson Witch tarnishing their otherwise stellar reputation, and even then not many people blamed the Sisterhood for the Crimson Witch anyway. So she had never in her life been forced to deal with scandal.

Until now.

With Starchild leaving for Earth, it obviously meant that their betrothal had to be called off. Naturally, this got the attention of the KISSterian court, and soon pretty much all of KISSteria had heard about it. Not many people cared for very long, thankfully, but the KISSterian court did. The Elder had done a good job of quieting the court, but whenever Black Dahlia was running errands for the Sisterhood and ran into a member of court, they never failed to look haughtily down their nose at her.

So until the rumors went away and people stopped caring, Black Dahlia had decided to stay in the temple as much as possible. Her Sisters reported people were claiming it was because she needed time to move on from her fiancé, which she had a good laugh over. She did miss Starchild, but not that much.

One day, Black Dahlia was carrying a heavy stack of books to return to the library. The stack was so heavy she couldn’t see in front of her very well, and so she was taken by surprise when she suddenly crashed into someone, and the books fell out her hands and crashed to the floor. She swore under her breath and bent down to pick them up.

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry!” she heard a male voice say. “Let me help you,”

She looked up just in time to see a slender young man with black hair bend down to gather books into his arms. “Vinneketh?” she asked in surprise.

Vinneketh looked up, and his own face contorted in surprise. “Black Dahlia! I didn’t expect to see you.”

“Well, I do live here,”

“Well, yes, but… it doesn’t matter. Let me help you with these.”

“It’s all right,” she said as they picked up the books. “Just give me those and I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that,” he insisted. “There’s so many, you might fall again. I am to blame for it, anyway, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Black Dahlia shrugged. “Well, if you insist.”

They stood up and continued on their way to the library, making light conversation as they went. Black Dahlia was pleasantly surprised; she had only met Vinneketh a few times, once when Starchild introduced her to him and Demon, and had been immediately been struck by how serene he seemed compared to Demon. He and Demon were clearly meant for each other, they fit together so beautifully. She even thought once she saw the High Priestess smile and nod in approval when she saw the two of them together.

But when Black Dahlia looked at Vinneketh again, she realized he no longer looked so serene. Instead he looked… troubled. Sad. Even depressed. Was it perhaps because Demon had left with Starchild?

Once they had returned the books, Black Dahlia invited him back to her chambers to have tea. She perhaps shouldn’t be prying, but Vinneketh looked so out of sorts that she couldn’t help but be concerned for him.

“I don’t wish to impose on you—” he began.

“You wouldn’t be imposing,” she immediately said. “I insist.”

Vinneketh bit his lip, but nodded all the same. “All right. Lead the way.”

Black Dahlia smiled and linked her arm through his. “Right this way, good sir.”

She waited until the tea was prepared to say anything. “So what do you think of the temple?” she asked.

“It’s… very imposing from the outside,” said Vinneketh after some thought.

“It is,” Black Dahlia agreed, smiling proudly. “We strike fear into anyone who dares challenge our way of life.”

Vinneketh chuckled quietly and sipped his tea.

“Speaking of the temple,” Black Dahlia began, hoping she sounded casual enough, “why have you come here?”

Instantly Vinneketh froze. “I—uh, I-I was…” The teacup in his hands began to shake. He brought it to his lips and took a long sip.

“You don’t have to answer,” Black Dahlia said, regretting her decision to ask.

Vinneketh lowered his cup, and when Black Dahlia glanced at it she realized it was empty. “N-No, I ought to. I—I came to see if—if a Sister could recommend something for sleeping.”

“Are you having trouble sleeping?” Black Dahlia asked. Vinneketh nodded. “Why?”

She immediately regretted the question, because a look of despair flashed across Vinneketh’s face. “Do… Do you miss Starchild, Black Dahlia?” he asked, looking as though he was struggling to keep it together.

The question caught Black Dahlia off guard, and she had to think for a moment before answering. “Well, yes, I do. He was a wonderful friend and I enjoyed spending time with him.”

“Do you ever… w-worry about him?”

Black Dahlia furrowed her brow, but shrugged. “Sometimes, I suppose. But he can handle himself. Why?”

Vinneketh didn’t reply. His teacup shook even more violently, and he was gripping it so hard his knuckles were turning white. He was no longer looking at Black Dahlia, either, instead down at his cup. As she watched him, she saw a tear fall from his eyes into his teacup.

And Black Dahlia suddenly understood. “Oh, Vinneketh, do you worry about Demon?”

The teacup slipped out of Vinneketh’s hands and fell to the ground, fortunately not shattering. He curled in on himself and began to cry, all the while nodding his head.

Black Dahlia quickly got up and moved to sit beside him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “It’s all right, Vinneketh…”

“Why?” Vinneketh sobbed. “Why did he have to leave? Why couldn’t he stay?”

“It’s all right, Vinneketh, I’m sure he’s fine—”

“I know that! I know he can take care of himself and the others, but… I just miss him so much, and it hurts!” Vinneketh buried his face in her shoulder and cried. Black Dahlia felt tears of her own gather in her eyes, because Vinneketh’s misery was so heartbreaking.

“I’m sure he misses you too,”

“How can I know that for certain? What if he doesn’t? What if he is out there, having the time of his life, and has f-forgotten all about me?!”

Privately, Black Dahlia highly doubted that, but she didn’t dare say that aloud. Instead she kept her arms around Vinneketh, letting him sob into her shoulder.

“It hurts, Black Dahlia,” he wailed. “It hurts so much!”

“I know,” she soothed. “I know it hurts.”

“Why does it hurt so much?”

“I… I don’t know. I wish I knew.”

Vinneketh just cried even harder, no longer able to form words. Black Dahlia let him cling to her and cry.

It seemed as though they remained like that for ages, but eventually, Vinneketh’s sobs died down to sniffling, and he lifted his head off her shoulder. His face was streaked with tears and his eyes were bloodshot, and he still looked miserable.

Black Dahlia turned to look at the abandoned, and now cold, teapot. Her eyes glowed briefly, and the bottom of the pot turned red as the tea inside heated up again. She reached down to pick up Vinneketh’s teacup, then filled it up with fresh tea. She gave it to Vinneketh. “Here,”

Vinneketh raised the cup to his lips and drank deeply. When he lowered his cup, Black Dahlia rubbed his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

All Vinneketh could do was shrug. Black Dahlia didn’t press further; instead, she looked down at her shoulder at her now tear-stained robes.

“A-Apologies,” Vinneketh said shakily.

Black Dahlia waved a hand. “It’s all right. Watch this.” She put her hand over the wet spot, and her eyes glowed again. She slowly brought her hand away, bringing with her a stream of water droplets that formed a huge sphere of water. Vinneketh watched in amazement as she flicked her hand, and the huge drop flew over to the huge plant in the corner of her chambers.

“How did you do that?” he asked, voice still shaky.

Black Dahlia smiled. “Magic,” she replied, winking at him.

Vinneketh managed a wet laugh. He took another sip of tea and set his cup aside to wipe the tears off his face. Once he finished, Black Dahlia hugged him again. “I know it’s difficult, and you miss Demon, but it’ll be all right. And I’m sure he misses you every day, just as you do. Until they return, you have me as a friend.”

Vinneketh sniffled and hugged her back. “Th-Thank you,”

“Anytime,”

When he pulled away, Black Dahlia took his hand. “Do you still wish to see about something to help you sleep?”

Vinneketh thought for a moment, then nodded. Black Dahlia stood up, helping him to stand. “Let’s go. I know just who to ask.”

#black dahlia series #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #black dahlia #vinneketh #Demon x Ankh Warrior #black dahlia comforts vinneketh #also it's not stated but she's definitely going to have words with starchild for making demon leave #vinneketh is miserable and needs a good cry #demon and vinneketh are so adorable even the high priestess ships it #maybe someday i'll write something where vinneketh and black dahlia do something fun #but for now they're doing this #ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN BITCHES #kiss au writing #my writing #once again credit goes to shandi and her KISSteriaverse #hope you enjoyed!

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urwarriorangel · 6 years

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old friend (klaus mikaelson au)

plot: you and klaus used to be best friends. and then, of course, you fell for him but he fell for caroline and left to new orleans to worry about his hybrid army. after a particularly concerning dream, you decide to see what he’s up to now.

pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader

warnings: language, slight angst (!!!no gifs r mine!!!)

a/n: here is another segment in my dream series! thank you all for being here still even though i don’t deserve you. i really hope you guys enjoy this short klaus piece. there’s a bit of marcel and elijah thrown in for good measure. if you guys want to read any other dream fics, please click anywhere in this sentence to access them <3 please let me know what you think

Klaus has been in New Orleans for five years now, and he’s made no effort to contact you in that time. The two of you were best of friends and for a brief moment, you thought you could be more. But it’s like Klaus sensed your hope and shattered it right before he left town. He hooked up with Caroline and paraded the fact in front of you, leaving Mystic Falls the next day without telling you a thing.

Since then, you’ve heard nothing from him, getting only second hand accounts from friends who’ve run into him at odd times.

You still thought of him, of course you did. But he couldn’t be bothered with you and you’d understood that quickly. You made no effort to contact him, to travel and see him, to hurt him. You just left everything alone, but you don’t think you can do that anymore.

A couple nights ago, you had a terrible nightmare: Klaus was in chains, a dagger in his chest as he screamed out in pain. He screamed your name, as though he was calling out to you. He was crying out your name repeatedly, apologizing, it felt too real to be a dream. When he reached a hand out to grab you, you physically felt it and that’s what woke you up.

Since then, he clouds your every waking thought and you go to sleep hoping to see him again. And when two nights pass with no other sign of Klaus, you grow oddly fearful. Is he okay? Was that actually him trying to reach out to you? Are you thinking too much into this?

Probably. But it’s too late. It’s too late to turn back now. You’re already in New Orleans. You’re not quite sure how to find him, but you figure if you spend a day in the quarter you should run into him or one of his siblings.

And sure enough, you run into Elijah about ten minutes after being in the Quarter. You don’t see him at first. You’re facing the counter of a souvenir shop, laughing at all the crocodile paraphernalia.

“Y/N,” you hear a familiar voice behind you and shivers run down your spine, half in fear and half in relief.

“Lijah,” you turn around to face him, a tentative smile on your face. “It’s been a while.”

“That’s an understatement,” his worries all melt away and a smile makes its way onto his face as soon as you look at him. “Come here.”

You smile and tuck yourself into his arms, sighing softly as you think back to the last time you hugged him: a much more apologetic version of this man, constantly apologizing for his brother’s mistakes.

“How have you been, sunshine?” He pulls away after a moment and tucks your hair behind your ear, waiting to hear about your life the past few years.

“I’ve been okay, Elijah. Still alive. Still human as ever. How are you?”

“How are we? Don’t you mean how is he?” He raises a brow at you and you shake your head.

“Tell me about yourself. We can talk about Klaus some other time.” He looks at you skeptically but gives a slight nod and holds an arm out to lead you out of the shop.

Once you’re out, he tells you about life in New Orleans. He tells you about Marcel, talks about how much Hope has grown, about Kol coming back and dying and coming back, about Rebecca finding comfort in a new body, about his newfound sister, about Aunt Dahlia and his mom, about Davina and Vincent, about Cami. He caught you up on everything and by the time he was done, you were standing in front of a massive mansion.

“What’s this?” You whisper and one look at Elijah’s face had you regretting ever stepping out with him. “Lijah, no. No.”

“Y/N, yes. It’s been too long and you’re here for a reason,” he places his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm you. “Klaus could use an old friend right now, you--”

“Get your hand off of me,” you pull your arm out of his and take a step back, angry tears that you’ve been holding back for five years jumping in your eyes.begging to find a way down your cheeks. “You know who else could have used an old friend? Me. I could have used a friend when Klaus paraded Caroline in front of me, when he left Mystic Falls without telling me, when he didn’t bother to call me once: not on my birthday, not after I almost died, not when the heretics tortured me. And I had no one. I was alone, Elijah. So don’t feed me crap about how Klaus needs someone. Klaus always had someone: he always had me. Not anymore. I just needed to know he was alive. Now that I do, I’m going to head back home.”

Elijah opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head and stop him. You wipe your tears and back away, slowly finding your way back to the Quarter. How could you be so foolish as to think Elijah would be on your side?

So here you are at some bar named Rousseau’s with a couple drinks already in you and a couple more on their way. You’re holding off on getting completely black out drunk because there’s a guy standing in the doorway who won’t take his eyes off you.

He’s been staring at you since you walked in and you wish you could say it was the way you wanted him to. He’s beautiful: a full 6 feet of glorious brown skin chiseled by the gods themselves. Based on what Elijah’s filled you in on and the stories Klaus told you some odd years ago, you assume the man is Marcel. And while every fiber in you is screaming, telling you that you should be scared of this man, you ignore them. Maybe getting hurt by a man this beautiful was exactly what you needed. So you get your slightly tipsy ass up and walk over to the man, whose expression remains the same.

“I’m assuming you’re Marcel?” You stop a foot in front of him and he raises a brow at you. “Klaus and Elijah have both managed to fill me in on your… history. Something about you being Klaus’s protege and now his nemesis?”

“Well, sweetheart, nemesis isn’t exactly the right word,” he smirks and this time you raise your brows at him.

“No? Then what is? I’ve heard you’ve caused quite a ruckus down here with the way you rule, witch hangings of some sort or the other?” You whisper the last part and he narrows his eyes at you, causing you to smirk in return. “Hey, I’ve also heard those things are in the past. Now you’re just the most powerful being in New Orleans.”

“Oh, so you’re pretty up to date then, huh?” You shrug in response and he chuckles softly. “You’re Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you, you used to be Klaus’s little play thing didn’t you?”

“I was never his little play thing, never managed to capture his attention,” you give Marcel a pointed look. “If you’re gonna go low, baby, know I can go lower. I’m not scared of you.”

“No? Then why are you shaking?”

“It’s really fucking cold in here,” you shiver and Marcel can’t help but laugh at you. “You folks have no understanding of moderation, it’s either way too hot or way too cold, I mean--” Marcel’s laughing gets louder and you smack his arm, shaking your head. “I’m serious!”

“I know,” his laughing slowly dies down, but the smile remains on his face. “That’s what makes it funny.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep laughing you mutant,” you playfully glare at him and he returns the gesture.

Just as Marcel opens his mouth to speak, another voice speaks instead, sending chills down your spine for an altogether different reason.

“Getting chummy, I see,” the low voice brings out an anger in you, a fire you were sure could burn down the whole city.

You roll your eyes in response, earning a smile from Marcel.

“Just being as gracious a host as I can be, Klaus,” Marcel raises a brow at his mentor, who in turn growls at him.

“Down boys,” you stand between them, rolling your eyes at their childish behavior. “I’m leaving. You two have fun here.”

You walk out the bar, no longer tipsy. You’re angry again and you hope to avoid Klaus for as long as you can. Of course, seeing as he is a fucking hybrid, that’s not possible for more than three seconds.

“Y/N,” Klaus runs in front of you, grasping your arm to keep you in place.

“Touch me again and I’ll rip that arm off, Klaus,” you glare at him and although he knows he’s stronger than you, a very real fear runs down his spine.

He lets go of you and you keep walking away from him. He physically feels you slipping away and while he knows he should give you some space, a much larger part of him knows that if he lets you go now then he’s never getting you back.

“Y/N, please,” Klaus calls out to you and you falter at the desperation in his voice. “Please just let me talk.”

You stop, steadying your breath before you face him. You know you have to hear him out, you can’t say no to him. You don’t want to say no to him.

“Klaus,” you turn around, whispering softly. “You have five minutes. I owe it to myself to hear you out.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have paraded Caroline in front of your face, knowing that you wanted something more. I shouldn’t have--”

“I’m sorry what?!” Fists form at your side and you glare daggers at Klaus, a newfound anger under your look. “You fucking KNEW that I was into you and you boasted about Caroline every chance you got?”

His eyes go wide and as he opens his mouth to try to explain himself, you reach a hand up and slap him right across the face.

“Don’t ever fucking try to talk to me again,” you grit your teeth and furiously wipe at your cheeks at the angry tears that are running down your face. “I came all the way to New Orleans to see if you were okay. I had a dream, you know, a bad dream where you fucking called out to me and you know what my dumb ass did? I woke up and came here, in real time, to see if you were okay. And not only are you okay, you also haven’t changed for the better. You’re the same selfish prick you were years ago.”

You turn around and walk away, ignoring Klaus’s pleads. What a very alive, very well piece of shit.

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imaslutforsomewhump · 6 years

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A narcotic?

Here ya go:

You can find it here in full: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13447314/chapters/30822129

Second chapter coming soon!

“Mr. Stark?”

“What’s up kid, I’m a little busy,” Tony said interrupting his own meeting by pressing his phone against his ear. When the businessman across from him seemed upset, Tony merely held up a finger (His pointer, please, he isn’t that immature) to the Stark Industries Board. They were sitting in the boardroom to discuss growing concerns about the new plan to divest their stocks from the fossil fuel industry.

“I think something’s wrong,” The voice from the phone cracked a little, not from static but from whatever it was that made teenage boys voices crack. Tony perked up, eyebrows raised and face rigid and it wasn’t from the death glare that Pepper was giving him.

“Define wrong?” Tony asked as he got up from his chair and started to pace. Pepper looked between him and the rest of the board before standing up giving an apology and pushing Stark into the hallway.

She tapped her foot waiting for the engineer’s attention. But Tony was focused elsewhere. He stuck his thumbnail into his mouth and began chomping away at the usually well-manicured tip.

After a few minutes of Tony talking into the phone, Pepper decided it was her turn.

“What the actual hell, Tony? This was your idea, not mine, certainly not the boards and suddenly you get up to answer a call? You yourself said and I quote ‘This is the most important change Stark Industries will take on in decades’” Pepper’s impression of him wasn’t all that bad, but he really couldn’t give two shits right now.

“Peter, I’ll be there quicker than you can say Tony Stark is the coolest person ever,” Tony said into the phone, his voice soft and calming betraying his rapidly beating heart and shaking hands.

Tony placed the phone back in his suit pocket and took Pepper’s hands in both of his.

“Tony, you’re shaking…” Pepper noticed looking at his usually well-controlled hands. Tony closed his eyes for a moment trying to regain control of his body.

“Pepper, um- Peter needs me. I know- uhhhh. How important this is- well, could be but I-” Tony tried to get himself under some semblance of control. Pepper’s eyes softened.

“You stupid idiot,” Pepper huffed looking at the man she loved.

“Wha-”

“If you think I would let you stay in this room debating while that kid needs your help, your dumber than you look, and you look pretty dumb right now,” She looked pointedly at his not all composed stature. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“Go get that idiot and bring him back safe,”

“I love you, Pepper,” Tony said tearing himself away from her.

“I’ll have Happy pick you up in front of the building!” Pepper yelled as her fiance sprinted down the hall.

“What did he do this time?” Happy asked as his boss slid into the back of his car.

“I couldn’t get that much out of him,” Tony said his words shaking to match his hands. Happy hummed in response sounding almost casual as he broke almost every traffic law between the Bronx and Brooklyn. Fuck the traffic on 42nd. Fuck the Taxi drivers. Fuck the tourists.

“We should be thankful that it’s late, otherwise it would take us hours,” Happy mused as he laid it on the horn for a good half a minute. The cab driver in front of them flipped Happy off but he could care less at the moment.

They parked illegally in the fire lane in front of the Queenswood Apartment complex. Tony punched in the code to the Parker’s apartment and the door slowly clicked to unlock. Tony would have rolled his eyes at the old technology but he was a bit BUSY at the moment- thanks.

Tony spent the elevator ride glaring at the lit button and tapping his foot obnoxiously much to the annoyance of the older woman who was trying to get to a floor above them. When the elevator doors opened, Tony rushed outward almost knocking the woman over. Happy mumbled out an apology before hurrying after his bosses frantic steps and pushing open the surprisingly unlocked doo.

“Peter!?” Tony called panting as he flicked the light switch on his right. When there was no answer Tony questioned whether or not Peter was even in the suit. The suit tracker said he was at his apartment, but what if he had gotten hurt not as Spiderman but as Peter Parker, the small overtalkative pretend intern he had ‘hired’ to help out with basic intern shit. A new fear gripped his heart. He would have rushed all the way here for nothing.

“Happy, what if he isn’t here? What if he’s in Manhattan? What if his tracker isn’t working properly? Oh My God- what if he cut it out of his suit again!? Oh man,” Tony was panicking, hands gripped his hair tightly loosening the gel that had held it in place. Ew. It seemed to Happy that he was about to lose it after keeping it so well together on the ride over.

“Tony, get your shit together, if he needs us, you will be zero help if you’re panicking, so get it under control,” Happy said gruffly. His words weren’t angry. They were tough. Enough to pull the billionaire out of his head and back into the dingy apartment. Not like that was unusual in New York, you have to be pretty wealthy in order to have an apartment that can be considered anything other than dingy.

“First, let’s actually check the rooms,” Happy suggested hands seated firmly in his pockets. If someone was going to keep his cool it was him. Tony didn’t hire him for his sense of humor after all. Tony ran from room to room calling his protege’s name. He was once again working himself up. Happy on the other hand took a deep breath and began to wonder. The apartment wasn’t big. Two bedrooms, a living room with a kitchenette and a bathroom. It sounded a bit to Happy like Tony was tearing Peter’s room apart instead of doing something constructive, like I don’t know, looking in another room.

Happy’s eyes widened when he noticed a figure in the darkened bathroom. He flicked the light on only to see a shirtless and pretty sweaty Peter lodged between the toilet and the bathtub laying on his side. And was he lying in? Oh yep, that’s definitely vomit. Gathering the courage to do so, Happy lifted the child up so he was leaning over the toilet just as more vomit slid from his mouth. You had to have a pretty tough stomach working for the Avengers but Happy felt just a little queasy at the moment. It wasn’t so much the appearance of the bathroom of even Peter but the stench. There was, of course, the acidity of vomit in the air but also the sourness of the scent of sweat. It brought Happy unfortunately back to a day after football practice when one of his teammates dared another to chug the leftover Gatorade. It didn’t end well.

“Tony! I found him! We’re in the bathroom!” Tony could not have been happier to hear Happy’s voice at that moment. Tony could actually hear them before he saw them. Happy’s voice was unusually quiet. He was speaking soft and low. Then he heard it, a gagging and retching and then a splash. These weren’t the sounds of a first vomit. There was no hard coughing or feeling of force. It was the sound of contracting muscles, of someone not being able to try to force anything up or down.

Tony found himself in the small bathroom where the sight before him was unnerving, to say the least. Happy was helping a shirtless Peter lean over the toilet. His face was wet with his own fluids as though he had fallen asleep in a pile of puke. And despite the clearly disgusting child, there he was, gripping a sweaty Peter under his armpits holding him up enough so the vomit didn’t end up on the floor or worse on Happy himself. He noticed there was already a puddle of bile next to the tub.

“Mr. Stark is here,” Happy whispered to the kid. Peter tried to get a hold of his muscles to see his mentor but the attempt was fruitless and frankly sad. He scrambled for a grip on the toilet seat with shaking arms to push himself up, only for his muscles to give in to the strain flopping him back into Happy’s arms.

That’s when Tony noticed something else. On Peters side, a bandage stained red. The blood wasn’t fresh but it also wasn’t that old. He kneeled down next to Happy. Tony stared at Happy.

“What happened?” He whispered to his friend, confidant, and god bless him, babysitter of sorts.

“How in hell am I supposed to know?” Happy whispered back just as Peter let loose another convulsion into the toilet. Peter’s head lolled back to look at Happy.

“I think I’m done,” Peter slurred as a trickly of god knows what slipped out of his mouth. Great.

“Peter-” Tony started-

“Oh, hi Mr. Stark,” Peter said. Tony really looked at him. His face was pale except for his cheeks which were flushed drastically against Peter’s white skin. Sweat coated his body making him look like he just jumped in a pool. His hair hung in thick sweat filled stands over his head. Tony looked over at Happy who stared back. In silent communication Happy hefted the kid up who wobbled as soon as he got an arm around Happy’s shoulders. His legs then gave out altogether forcing Happy to take all his weight.

“Sry,” Peter slurred closing his eyes against the pounding of the headache that intensified as he was lifted from his kneeling position on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

“You got him?” Tony asked just as Happy took all the kid’s weight in a bridal carry.

“Well, he weighs less than that Roomba you tricked out and had me carry around for a month,” Happy muttered bitterly remembering one of Tony’s most useless inventions.

Happy followed as Tony guided them into Peter’s bedroom so Happy could lay the young hero down.

Peter let out a small groan as the warm arms that held him laid him on his ice-cold sheets. Or maybe they weren’t ice cold? Peter let his mind drift. In its normal state his mind could have easily figured out why his sheets felt cold but right now this mystery seemed as unsolvable as The Black Dahlia case.

His arm reached up without his consent to grab hold of the nice warm object that had betraying laid him upon his icy mattress.

As his hand reached for purchase, Happy seemed even more concerned. Tony seemed content to take a seat on the bed while shooing Happy away to grab the first aid kit from the car along with more blankets.

Peter’s shockingly warm hand grabbed ahold of Tony’s suit jacket sleeve. Peter seemed content as to its position so Tony allowed it. Even if Peter’s hand might be covered in god knows what at this point.

“Buddy, you gotta let me know what’s going on,” Tony said to the warm figure laying uncomfortably in bed. It was clear Peter was not blissfully unaware of his situation. He may be unaware right now but not of what he was feeling. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lip was currently being clamped between his teeth. Peter’s eyes that had shifted closed during his transition into his bedroom, now flickered open blinking a few times as if to get used to the light.

“It hurts,” Is the only reply Peter offered attempting now to curl in on to his side.

“Uh, uh, uh. Nope stay here and still,” Tony said forcing his protege back down onto his back. Peter didn’t seem to understand fighting weakly against the hands that held him still until eventually, he gave up, whether it was from physical or emotional exhaustion, Tony wasn’t sure. As the fight went out of his body, his eyes moistened, filling with unshed tears.

“Please,” Peter raspily begged as if pleading with some unknown enemy. Tony could feel his heart break in two at this moment. He pushed worry aside to comfort the teen. He brushed his hand through the boy’s sweat ridden hair.

“Same side,” Tony spoke directly and clearly. Peter’s breathing slowed as if to signal his recognition of the man in front of him.

Peter stiffened again as Happy barged back in with the first aid kit, towels, blankets and thank god, a bowl of warm water.

“Happy, his face maybe,” Tony said referring to the now crusting bile that was coating Peter’s right cheek. Happy nodded and began his job.

“Now, kiddo, Spiderling, Parker, bean string, you need to tell me what is going on or else I’m gonna call SHIELD and have them airlift you out of here. You don’t want that and I certainly don’t want that, so let’s try to avoid it, yeah?” Tony said trying to recapture Peter’s attention. It seemed that at this moment he had a moment of clarity. He blinked heavily a few times as if to will away the fog in his mind.

“I- uh- got stabbed in my errr side and it hurt a lot,” Peter broke off his sentence with a groan as Happy began to pull at the bandage covering said apparent stab wound. Happy had seen worse. Like he said, working with the Avengers certainly had its moments and by moments, he meant over 20 knife wounds that he helped clean on various bodies.

“It doesn’t look infected, boss,” Happy said from the other side of the ailing teen. Tony ruffled his brow. Wasn’t it infected? Then the vomiting? The weakness? Shakiness? Just then a thought popped into Tony’s head. And he was hoping that whatever this is, it wasn’t from what he thought it was.

“Did you take anything!?” Tony suddenly asked. Well asked sounds a bit too calm for this situation, basically Tony yelled with the same equivalency as Dumbledore did in the movie asking Harry if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Peter seemed a little preoccupied to answer the question. He was watching intently as Happy was cleaning his wound.

“Kid, answer Tony’s question,” Happy chastised snapping his fingers a few times in front of the boys face.

“Oh! I-I took something, my aunt, May used for pain when she had her knee replaced. Is she home yet?” Peter asked trying again to sit up as though the first part of his answer meant nothing. Tony lightly grabbed Peter’s face.

“Peter, this is really important, okay? How many did you take?” Peter looked dazed as Tony spoke. When he didn’t reply Tony swore.

“Happy find that bottle!”

“On it,” Happy replied dabbing dry the stab wound before getting up and running off once again.

As Happy was searching Tony continued to talk softly to Peter. He was speaking reassurances that he didn’t even believe.

Happy ran back in as quickly as he came holding an empty orange bottle.

“Fentanyl,” Happy gasped partially from running and partially from panic. Anxiety seized Tony’s body.

“What!?” Tony gasped and turned to the sick boy on the bed. “Tell me that you took something else!” Tony basically begged. He could feel his own pulse speeding and his hands shaking. To his dismay, Peter weakly shook his head.

Luckily Happy, as always kept his cool and kneeled on the other side of the twin bed.

“How much was in here?” Happy asked, his voice much steadier than he expected.

“I dnt know, like hlf the btle,” Peter began to slur again and a heave forced itself from his throat. Tony was able to shake himself out of his panic enough to get Peter’s head hanging off the bed. Happy was studying the bottle.

“That’s enough to kill a grown man. Call Bruce” Happy spoke stiffly.

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