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jflemings · 3 years

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baby, we bleed red and gold | f.w

warnings: Possible grammer mistakes

summary: The twins get a whiff of a plan that Draco and his buddies are hatching for the upcoming game and decide to get you involved in their plan to intimidate them. the tables turn and you get in the way of the serpents. Fred follows through with a promise.

authors note: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts unfinished for a couple of weeks now so I’d thought I’d smash it out. Once again another Gryffindor!reader that plays quidditch, I can’t help myself. Next fic will be multi house, promise.

Angelia had been absolutely kicking your asses in practice leading up to the match against Slytherin and to say you guys were prepared was a severe understatment. The atmosphere was unmatched when the lions and serpents went head to head; the age old rivalry sat thick in the air as the butterflies settled in the pit of your stomach and your hands clamped around your broom.

Up and ready to go with Ange first in line leading the pack, the seven of you got ready to kick off. It had been raining all week and the smell of the pitch took over your senses as you took heavy breathes in through your nose in order to calm the zoo in your stomach.

A flaming head of red hair came down to ear level with you on your right side.

“nervous, l/n? don’t be. Freddie and I have got your back, these serpents won’t lay a finger on your pretty little head” George’s tone was assuring but the smirk set on his lips told a different story. You had an overwhelming feeling that the twins were up to no good on this particular Friday night.

“Georgie’s right. No one is gonna get to our precious little y/n as long as we’re around”

you had to look up to make eye contact with the older twin, a grin gracing his pretty face and a simple wink thrown your way sent your heart into a frenzy. The hound in your rib cage couldn’t be ignored and neither could the whitening of your knuckles from holing the broom in your hands far too tight.

George stands up straight to be eye level with his other half

“Heard Malfoy barking orders to his sorry excuse of a team” Fred’s eyebrow quirks and silently beckons his twin to continue.

“Take out the twins he says”

Fred snickers and knocks his twin with his right elbow “like that’s the easiest thing in the world”

“I say we do something about it”

There it is. that’s the plan, take down the opposing team one by one, in whatever way they can.

Your head lifts and your ears perk as an idea comes flying through your head. The brothers are being rowdy and it somehow only grows your confidence and the bright idea cooking up.

“alright. I want in” the mischievous tone drips off your voice and the smirk gracing your lips can't be hidden when two hands mold to either shoulder and the pair are once again at your ear level and absolutely baffled at your statement. Sure, you got in with the twin’s pranks from time to time but you swore off foul play and mischief on the pitch; You were not about to risk the house cup for a laugh. When they don’t speak you continue.

“If the two of you keep Crabbe and Goyle distracted and off my back i’ll knock Pucey and Warrington around a bit to give dear old harry here enough time to catch the snitch” Your eyes were no longer fixated on the back of Angelia’s robes but instead giving side looks to the boys.

Angelia bounces on her feet and notates her neck back and forth before becoming completely still, almost like she’s trying to list the pros and cons of letting the three of you potentially sabotage your finale game.

She takes a deep breath out.

“If you three mess this up for us, you’re all benched for the first quarter of next season and if anyone asks I had zero involvement in this plan of yours”

You share a sly grin with the twins and George stands up straight while twisting his broom in his hands while Fred lingers by your side, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.

His mouth comes closer to your ear “If Pucey and Warrington are giving you too much of a hard time, let me know and I’ll give ‘em a fright, yeah?” His honey brown eyes scan your face with a sincere look while searching for a reassuring answer. You know that even if you had told Fred that you can take care of yourself if it even looked like the boys were giving you a rough time he’d have them off their brooms faster than you would ever realise.

All you can do is nod before Angie let’s the team know it’s kick off time. You all fly to your positions and you give Fred and George a side glance and nod, getting two smirks in return.

Madam Hooch kicks off the game and it’s on. The quaffle is in your hands and Warrington is tailing you while trying to dodge the twins, with little success. Angelina comes into your view and quicker than your body can process, you’re passing the quaffle on and scoring. Lee’s voice comes over the microphone.

“Brilliant set up and goal from l/n and Johnson! Gryffindor takes the lead by 10 points”

Angie looks over her shoulder and gives you a thumbs up before flying off ready to score again. That’s how the game goes for another fifteen minutes, you and angie scoring three times before Harry and Draco get the snitch in their sights. they’re flying down near the house stands and you easily spot Hermione, Ron and Ginny’s voices within the crowd of students.

The sheer excitement and pride you’re feeling puts you in a momentary state of bliss before a beater’s bat is flying your way. You narrowly miss it and spot Marcus Flint sporting a sickening smirk.

“Maybe if your bite matched your bark, your team would actually have a good chance at winning tonight, y/n” Pucey laughed before following flint toward the hoops.

This interaction meant little to nothing to you because everyone on that pitch and in the stands, including Pucey, knew damn well that you could take any one of the quidditch players at hogwarts one on one. But just because you weren’t bothered by the comment didn’t mean that someone else felt the same.

******

Fred knew how to keep his cool during games. After playing with his brothers since he could walk, he quickly figured out that you can’t always take your anger out on people flying on magic broomsticks a good 150 metres in the air.

So when he watched Pucey make a snide remark about you he didn’t know how to handle the overflow of anger crossing through him other than to take a page out of George’s book and attempt (and almost succeed) to knock the slytherin boy off of his broom completely.

The bludger sent flying towards one of the opposing chasers was anything but accidental and it was all George needed to know that it was time to show Malfoy and his team what taking down beaters actually looked like.

Your thoughts were racing when George caught up by your side diverging bludgers away from you

“I told you your pretty little head wasn’t getting touched this game” The younger twin smirked while diverging a bludger. George followed you to the hoops and cheered you now when you scored, once again putting Gryffindor back in the lead.

The game went on and on for another hour and a half; both teams going back and forth with no sign of mercy.

Alicia and Katie were on a roll. Their technique was unmatched when it came to scoring double goals, you were lingering behind incase they needed you as a distraction or for a pass off but when Katie yet again scores for your team it is immediately known that the odds are once again in your favour.

*****

With the quaffle once again in your clutches and the hoops in your direct eyeline nothing was set to get in your way. Pucey was trailing behind you with taunts and smart ass comments trying to throw you off your game.

“C’mon y/n, you think that’s what it’s gonna take ta get rid of me?” You could barley hear him over the wind in your ears until he was right up beside you with Warrington now joining him on your left. You were cornered.

“now now boys, wouldn’t want to get in my way would you? it’s not gonna end well If you keep riding my tail like this” The ever prominent smirk on your face was matched with Lee’s voice playing over the microphone letting the crowd know of the current score.

The two boys stopped mid air after you flew away from them catching up with the twins.

“Malfoy’s idea to shake up the twins a bit. Let’s see if we an give them a scare and get one of their star chasers out of the way” Warrington’s eyes scanned the pitch and found his teammates equally malicious ones.

Adrian hesitated before getting Goyle’s attention. The younger beater flew over to his older teammates whilst simultaneously trying to focus on the important game at hand.

Adrian spoke harshly and hastily “Draco needs more time to catch the snitch. It’s time to do what we talked about.” Goyle understood immediately and got into position.

Unknowing of the plan the opposing team had been coming up with against yourself and your teammates you continued on as you would. Making plays, avoiding bludgers and scoring. Fred and George were doing their best against Goyle and Crabbe but it was becoming obvious that Fred was becoming angry and his plays and hits were getting sloppy. His usual cool, confident demeanour had disappeared and it seemed the Goyle was successfully riling up the older twin.

Your attention was now split between the game and the boy you fancied. Angelina could see this and ordered you and Alicia swap on the pitch, finally sending you off for a much needed break. Alicia had made it onto the pitch fine and was now in a solid position to help Angie and Katie in what would hopefully be the final play.

The wind had begun to pick up since the start of the game, blowing your robes and hair all over the place. You were too slow to notice the bludger flying at a great speed toward you with a weasley twin hot on it’s trail.

A head of flaming red hair came into your view and a string of cursed seemed to follow. Fred was now positioned completely in front of you, his bat held high after a hit.

“Can’t catch the snitch so you get your pathetic excuse of a team to do dirty work? Thats low, Malfoy.” Fred’s voice was booming and the anger basically seethed out of him, turning his face the same colour of his hair.

“Ya know, Malfoy if you didn’t spend so much time playing dirty and actually trained your team maybe you’d have a chance of beating Gryffindor” George cupped his mouth to make his voice echo all over the stands.

Your stomach bubbled with anger when Fred turned around to face you.

“Angelina would have my head on a platter if she knew I encouraged you to get back out there. Have a rest, let the girls take over. Georgie and I have a bone to pick with Malfoy and his minions and we wouldn’t want you getting in the way of that.” His tone was comforting as he lightly took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger before flying off while swinging his bat.

You watched bludgers intensely follow the Slytherin players from the players stands, the feeling of Fred’s hand still settling into your skin. He kept his word the remainder of the game. All the players, especially Warrington and Malfoy, got a fright once Fred left you in the stands and if it wasn’t for harry finally catching the snitch you’re certain he and his twin would’ve put the whole team in the hospital wing for at least a week.

*****

The game had finally ended after almost four hours of play. You were tired but proud of your team and their talent. Fred and George flew down to where you were now standing on the stands and gave you a big, sweaty, exhausted hug.

“You guys were amazing tonight! Slytherin didn’t see what hit them” you lazily joked, a lopsided smile now present on your face. George patted your head affectionately

“Yeah well if it wasn’t for Freddie over here you probably would be in the hospital wing right about now.” George elbowed his brother and gave you both the biggest smile he could muster before mounting his broom to fly to his dorm. “I’m off to have a shower and hit the hay, being the best beater in Hogwarts has it’s toll on a man’s body ya know” a light yawn came from the boy’s mouth before he flew into the stars, the only thing you could see where his robes fluttering behind him.

Fred’s right arm makes it’s way around your shoulders and you lean into his side while wrapping your arm around his waist

“I don’t think you will ever fully understand just how much you mean to me, Freddie” you spoke softly

“y/n you mean everything and more to me.” His tired gaze found it’s way to you “I told you i’d give those nutters a fright, didn’t I? was only returning the favour, really. Couldn’t let them misplace a hair on your head now could I?” He spoke a-matter-a-factly and your other arm wrapped around his middle, with him placing a delicate kiss to the top of your head

“we bleed red and gold, baby. I’m always gonna have your back, on and off the pitch; I’m in it for the long haul” your head tiredly cuddled into his chest

“In it for the long haul, ay? good ‘cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

#fred and george #fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley #gryffindor #harry potter #harry potter fic #pegswrites

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t-lostinworlds · 4 years

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All Too Real (Tom Holland)

A/N: Well, this was longer than expected. I’ve had this idea in a while, and it feels great to finally do something about it aha. Also, I’m not going to tag my permanent taglist here since most of the people who are in there are for Shawn. BUT with that being said, tell me if you want to be added to a permanent taglist for Tom fics only or both Tom and Shawn. Am I making sense? Prolly not lmao but yeah. hope you guys enjoy this one!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You were meant to be acting, but the scene just hits too close to home that you've managed to say the wrong name, then everything just felt all too real.

Warnings: A bit of Angst and my usual typos

Word Count: 9.7k+

Masterlist in Bio

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You didn't know who your leading man was until the very last minute, making it impossible to back out now.

Not only that, but you'd be risking a big opportunity if you decided not to take the part, the lead role to be exact. This was a big movie with big, well-known directors and it will guarantee to boost your career to the next level being that you're just starting off as an actress. This was your moment and you weren't going to jeopardize that just because of a personal reason. Plus, contractually, there was no turning back.

The movie was a mixture of crime, action, drama and romance, and it was already a given in the script that you'd be playing across a leading man.

You just had no idea it was going to be him.

Production starts tomorrow and you just found out that you're in a movie with non-other than Mr. Tom Holland himself.

Spider-Man to the world, ex-boyfriend in yours.

It was not public knowledge that you two used to be together. A very impressive thing being that your relationship lasted for about two years, yet not a single word got out. Nobody knew about you two except your closest friends and family, and both of you were happy to keep it that way for as long as you can until you both were ready to share your relationship with the world. But things happened and you didn't get a chance to do so.

You met Tom on the set of Captain America: Civil War. You were just a mere extra at that time as you were still trying to find your footing in the industry. He, on the other hand, had just finished his screen test with Chris Evans as he solely told you.

It was lunch time when this cute boy wearing this, almost a crossover between the Spider-Man costume and pajamas, went up behind you to grab some food.

You two talked for a little bit, asking about what you're doing here and all that jazz, until he charmed his way into asking for your number. And everything just kicked off from there really.

It was blissful while it lasted, the both of you, young and so in love. Nothing but pure happiness and adoration as your relationship took its course and blossomed into this wonderful thing. It was almost like a fairytale how lovely it was. So beautiful to see the joy in the two of you, even with those sweet little moments that you shared. That until the success of his first solo film as Spider-Man.

Him shooting the movie brought no problems at all as you were there to support him through and through. Hell, not even during the press junket where he's always traveling, that didn't cause any strain between your relationship as you've managed to make it work. But once the numbers started rolling in and the attention got bigger, that's where you got left behind.

You were still finding your way as an actress but you didn't seem to get the same amount of support from him as he did from you as time went by. He did at the start of course, he was your number one fan, but once he found his big break, you just got pushed to the side.

Somehow, in some odd way, a switch was flipped. He became distant, almost cold all of the sudden.

It was almost like he became too good for you in a way. Other people made you feel like you were nothing to him, that you weren't on his level and that took its toll on you. But the most hurtful part was that he didn't even bother to reassure you that, that wasn't the case at all.

There was this constant battle in your brain as you tried to reassure your own self with your relationship with him. That this was just nothing, that he was just busy, and that he loves you still. But clubbing out with friends most of the time doesn't really qualify as being busy now does it?

The logical part of you just keeps nagging that it was over. That there was nothing to hold on to, even if you hopefully wished there was something still there, that you can still save this relationship.

But no, it was all gone.

He broke up with you some time later. He said he wanted to enjoy life without worrying about anything, without worrying about you. He wants to enjoy his new found life while being single, in other words.

He was basically saying that you were holding him back, and to be honest? He was probably right. He made you feel that he was right.

The break up wasn't sunshine and butterflies at all. Voices were raised, words were thrown, and everything just burst into flames. When he shut the door and left, everything just turned to ashes, the remains of your heart along with your relationship. It was dark, cold and just painful to the point that you've lost yourself after that.

You took all the blame. All of it.

For months on end you kept telling yourself that if you were just good enough, if you were successful enough, then maybe he wouldn't have left you. You kept beating yourself up for something he has done and that never is healthy, telling yourself that it's your fault when in fact, it wasn't.

It took a lot of will-power to snap out of it, being that you are the most critical about yourself. But you've managed to push through, worked harder than ever before to get yourself out there and to make a name for yourself.

And here you are, about to star as the lead role of a big film.

You are far better than you were a year ago, definitely. But have you fully healed? No.

Distracting is not healing.

You kept yourself busy with your career and it has help you to not ever confront your pain. It was always shoved aside as you paid it no mind. You even avoided anything about him for that matter, in hopes that you wouldn't be reminded of that certain hurt that only he has caused. You've just been running away from it, running away from the demons of your past.

But now, there was nowhere to run.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier Y/N. I just got scared that you might turn the role down if you found out he was going to be in it too and it's just a big opportunity and I can't live with myself if I had let it slipped away from you." Your manager rushed her words on the other side of the call, the concern in her voice clear because she knows. She knows what you went through with Tom.

"No it's okay Jeanne. I understand why you did it and I really thank you for that. Another thing I owe to you." You stated truthfully. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have had that extra push that you needed to get you where you are today. And you were glad you've found someone who only has her best intentions when it came to you and your career.

"I–uhm, am I shooting scenes with him tomorrow too?" You added as a whisper, despite the fact that you were alone in your hotel room at the moment. Scared that if you'd say it any louder, the pain in your chest would only grow deeper and sharper.

"Yes, he is going to be there tomorrow." She answered, empathy laced in her tone and you can just picture the frown she has on her face.

You bit your bottom lip as you stared up at the ceiling. This is going to be a hard movie to shoot that's for sure. But you're a professional; you can just brush it off like it's nothing. "Okay, yeah, okay. I'll see you tomorrow Jeanne." You breathed out.

"Get some rest hun. You've got this." And with that you ended the call, your whole body flopping down on your bed as you let out a frustrated groan.

The universe truly does have its ways in making you face the person who you have been avoiding—so successfully so far—in order to spare yourself the heartache.

With one last sigh, you pulled the covers over your body, waiting for sleep to take over so that you can have a much needed rest.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow after all.

* * *

Two hours was all you got.

Two hours of sleep as you lay restless in your bed just thinking about all the millions of possibilities on what could happen once you see him again for the first time after a year.

No matter how hard you tried to shut him out of your thoughts, he still managed to invade it even after all this time. The past was haunting you, he was haunting you and it was like you were back to that night again.

You feel so disappointed in yourself as you found your way back to old ways, crying about a boy who doesn't even give a single damn about you.

It took all the courage and strength in your body to leave the bed in the morning. A struggle to say the least until you slapped some sense into yourself and finally made your way to set.

You just arrived in the nick of time. It wouldn't be ideal to arrive late on the first day of shooting as you wanted to let them see that you are a respectful and respectable actress, so managing to be just on time, it was a great start of your day.

Even more so when you felt the hot cup of coffee warming up your fingers as you held it in your hands. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans enough to boost your energy, especially with so minimal sleep.

There was no sign of him so far, and you were thankful to at least have time to breathe and just relax. No matter how little that time may be, you will definitely take it.

You've already met the Russo brothers who were both sweet and kind, both expressing their excitement to start the project that they've been so amped up to do.

After the casual chats, introductions and greetings, a young lady then guided you to where the trailers are going to be parked. Opting out of her offer to take you right at the door as you solely can manage yourself. But you also wanted some time to take in everything that you've seen so far because it was a big and amazing set, and just to take a moment to ground yourself in a way. Somewhat grasp every bit of alone time as you wouldn't have one until the end of the shoot, which was going to be later in the night.

You were on your way there when you suddenly heard something running after you, the sound of the pebbles rustling about growing nearer and nearer which was then followed by a loud bark. Surely enough when you turned around, you saw the prettiest dog, hurdling towards you with a wide smile on her face. That cute face that you'll always recognize from a mile away.

"Tessa?" You grinned wide as you squatted down to greet her, expecting a subtle encounter but no, she full on jumped on you making you fall flat on your bum. Genuine laughter erupted out of you as you tried to keep yourself sitting upright, all while making sure not to spill your coffee. You were sat cross-legged on rocks now but you didn't care, too preoccupied with the love Tessa was smothering you.

"Hi angel! How are you my love? You good? Healthy? Happy?" You gushed in a small voice, giggling when she covered your face in kisses, you not minding by one bit as you rubbed her belly in return.

You were too engrossed with Tessa that you didn't even notice that someone was already standing there, just watching, not until you heard your name.

"Y/N..."

You didn't have to look up to know who it was.

Having heard your name slip out of those lips countless of times, all on so many different occasions, there was no need for you to see who that voice belonged to.

It wasn't even above a whisper, but you heard it, the sound of longing etched in his voice, that certain tone that you've heard endlessly but only... only whenever he misses you.

And you wanted nothing more than to curse him out because how dare he? How dare he act like he cares when he didn't show any of that—not even in the slightest—that night he left you?

You were already filled with so many emotions and that's only from hearing his voice, you haven't even looked up to fully see him yet.

"Tom." You sighed, giving the back of Tessa's ear one last scratch before standing up fully, patting your jeans clean before gathering up the strength to finally look up at him in the eyes.

The way your heart stopped for a full second and then beat again but with twice the pace, never have you felt that in your life.

You stood frozen as you stared right into them, those brown orbs that once felt like home, but now only brings nothing but pain. And the way he was looking at you so longingly, it only added anger in the mix.

"Hi."

Tom knew he fucked up.

He knows how bad he screwed things up. He was fully aware of how much he's lost and how much of an idiot he is for being the reason of that in the first place.

You were finally standing right in front of him, in the flesh, in all your gorgeous glory, and Tom was at a loss for words.

He was talking to the Russos when Tessa suddenly bolted full speed. Not having familiar with the set yet, Tom was quick to run after her in fear that she might get lost, but he ended up finding her with a sight that was heartwarming yet heartbreaking at the same time.

He heard your laugh first. That familiar and beautiful sound enabling his heart to beat rapidly against his chest, even more so when he saw you sat on the ground with Tessa, nothing but pure joy and love radiating off of his princess, and the love that he once had.

The sight was beautiful, so endearing and it warmed him up inside, but it also reminded him of what it once was.

God he was a fucking idiot.

"Long time no see." Your voice snapped him back to senses, a soft blush coating his cheeks because he doesn't know how long he's been staring at you, but by the gods above you look absolutely breathtaking. Even in just casual jeans and a sweater.

"Yeah, it's great to finally see you again. You look beautiful." Tom breathed out, the last sentence escaping his mouth before he could even stop himself.

Tom might have been acting like such a creep but he just feels so happy to see you again. You probably wouldn't even believe him if he told you, not after what he's done, and he can't blame you. But he does, he truly does feel so happy.

"Thanks." You mumbled as you flashed him a smile. Whether it was genuine, Tom wasn't sure, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"How are you?" He asked just as he took a step towards you, but you were quick to take one step back and this made a frown form on his lips. The way you looked away and avoided his gaze, it stung, but Tom also can't say he didn't deserve it.

"I'm good, but uh, I need to get ready so uh—"

"Yes! Yes, of course, don't let me hold you off." Tom chuckled coyly, hand coming up to rub his shoulder, and just like that, the awkwardness in the air only heightened from there. Because after everything that has happened, Tom wasn't sure where he stands in your life anymore. Whether it be a civil friend or just a cast mate at this point.

When the Russos pitched him the idea, it was a no-brainer, Tom wanted to do the project right off the bat. But when he found out who the star of the movie was going to be? Nothing but pure excitement and much pride filled him up to the bones.

He has seen most, if not, all of the movies you've been in. Visiting your social media every now and then to see what you've been up to. It may sound stalker-ish in a sense but it's the only way for him to keep up with how you've been doing. And to see you grow and be the star that you were always meant to be? It was a beautiful thing for sure.

It might not have been as beautiful as experiencing it with you first hand, since he ruined that chance by a long shot, it was still heartwarming to witness—even if it was only via screen.

"Yeah, see you on set." You mumbled, giving him a curt nod before turning your attention back on the dog who was just sitting there, observing, tail on an all-time wag once she's seen that you've finally given her your attention again.

"I'm so happy to see you again angel." You whispered as you crouched back down to give Tessa a sweet kiss on the head, and Tom's heart completely melted at that.

You were there when Tom got Tessa.

He hasn't said it out loud nor broadcasted it in any way, but you became Tessa's mommy in the duration of your relationship. You took care of her while he was away on press or shoots, and he will forever be grateful for that.

Tessa was your baby as much as she is Tom's, and it now just dawned on him that he took her away from you. And Tom felt even more of an asshole than he already was.

You shot him one last look before you turned on your heel, not ever once looking back as you walked towards what Tom would only assume was your trailer.

Tessa was about to follow you but Tom was quick to grab her collar, squatting down to hold her fully to keep her in place because she was for sure putting up a fight. "No Tessa, you stay with me."

The poor pup whined once you were out of sight, looking up at Tom with those eyes emitting a soft sigh out of him. He nodded his head solemnly, giving Tessa's head a soft pat as his eyes slowly landed back on the closed door of your trailer.

"I know love, I missed her so much too."

* * *

Tom was watching from afar, he just couldn't help himself, but he doesn't exactly know which of you is which yet.

All he sees is there are two girls dressed in identical, all black and leather outfits, both have their hoods up with backs turned on him. He knows one of them was you and the other was your stunt double, he just can't seem to differentiate who is who as of the moment.

"Okay now Tom, you already know how the scene goes. The first time Detective Allan Spade, your character, meets Luna. They've known each other before so you are basically going to be surprised that the sweet innocent girl, who's your childhood best friend and then dated up until college was now a well-trained and elite assassin." Joe was the one to interrupt Tom's ogling since Anthony was at your side giving notes too. One of the perks of having two directors on set is that you can speed things up a bit. The set was built quite large so it definitely was a plus.

It was the first scene of the day and they were starting it off with an action sequence, one with cars, explosions, gun shots and the likes. It wasn't the first take for the rest but it was for Tom, being that they perfected some of stunts first, which was mostly done at the end of the set far across from him.

He didn't get to see who was doing which stunt because your character's costume has you covered in almost head to toe, making it impossible to know without having a closer look.

He was very excited though, maybe even too much that his mind sometimes flies off to somewhere—or rather, someone—instead of focusing more with the task at hand.

"Okay, yeah, gotcha." Tom nodded frantically as he cleared his throat. His arms were crossed over his chest as the heat rose up his cheeks once Joe looked at him curiously. "You okay? You seem a bit preoccupied?"

"Just a lil tired but I'm alright." Tom chuckled shyly as he looked down, the director only nodding as he added. "We're going to try and have one fluid shot with this scene so once you see her jump over the hood of your car, you quickly get out to your marker and aim your gun."

Tom hummed with a smile to let Joe know that he's listening attentively. The director gave him one last pat on the shoulder before turning back to the crew.

"Okay places everyone!" And with that, Tom got inside of a car that was hooked up to a wire rigging. It was only going one way but in top speed, so safety first is a must, hence why he isn't allowed to really drive it.

Tom already had his hands on the wheel, his head turning just enough to see a girl or Luna as he would refer—to which he assumed was your stunt double—hooked up to a trust and wires. She stood on top of a car that was situated in the middle of a chaotic road.

The sight was hectic enough with a number of cars littered everywhere—some overturned, some on fire—and a few bodies of supposed police offers sprawled on the pavement. Luna threw her hand up with thumb upturned to signal that she was ready to do the scene.

"Set and action!" And everything then just sprung to life.

Gun shots echoed throughout the space as explosions went off here and there. The car Luna was standing on drove full speed and came to a screeching halt in an attempt to shake her off. But the sudden movement only enabled her to jump off and flip right on time, so smoothly and with much grace. She landed on the ground with a roll, pausing for a second in a crouching position to let the camera capture the moment before she was full on sprinting again.

Tom's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he watched her approach, incredibly fast and nimble, dodging the cars and bullets coming after her with so much ease as if they were whizzing past her in slow motion, all while maintaining such poise in doing so.

With the signal, Tom stepped on the gas pedal hard, perfectly in sync as his car lurched forward in an attempt to catch her off guard, but just as it came right in front of her, she jumped and slid herself over the hood, landing down on the ground crouching.

Before she could even make another move, Tom had already gotten out of his car, the sound of the gun clicking stopping her in her tracks.

"Hands up where I can see them!" Tom growled, gun firm in hand as he slowly approached her, eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the figure right in front of him.

She stood up carefully with both hands held up in surrender, the silence in the air suddenly ringing as she turned around with her head hanging low, covering her face completely. That until she slowly lifted her hood off.

"Woah." Tom sucked in a breath, completely caught off guard as he stared at none other than star of the movie herself, you.

Sure, half of your face was covered with a mask, but he just knows it's you and it really took him utterly by surprise.

Tom genuinely did think your stunt double was doing this scene as the action sequence wasn't in anywhere near easy, but he'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

To say he was thoroughly impressed would be an understatement.

But knowing you for the time that he has, Tom knows how much of a hardworking woman you are. So seeing that you will likely do all of your stunts, it wasn't at all surprising to come and really think about it.

Still, Tom was speechless as he kept staring at you, and it was like there was no acting required as he slowly lowered the gun to see you more. His eyes not seeming to believe that it was you standing in front of him. Perfectly on script.

It felt so new to him seeing you in a different element, seeing you look even more beautiful and extremely sexy with that much tattered, faded leather and straps hugging your body.

You were wearing those long boots that stopped mid-thigh paired with shorts that were ripped on the edges, an almost gothic type of a hooded cloak swaying with the air, making it look even more promising that you can definitely kill. You look like you just came out of an Assassin's Creed video game, but more on the modern side. And instead of swords and knives, you've got guns.

Your eyes on the other hand were on a different level.

They were threatening to say the least. The glare was so intense that Tom actually felt like you were about to hand his ass over to him. Those sweet eyes he's grown to adore was masked by this menacing and dark look and he just keeps getting more impressed as he goes on. He wouldn't want to meet you in this state in an alleyway—or anywhere for that matter—that's for sure.

He definitely hasn't seen you like this before and boy was it making his head spin, and dare he say it, it was making him feel all hot.

You were fully in your badass mode and Tom wasn't sure if he was scared or extremely attracted, or maybe even both at the same time.

"And cut!"

And then you giggled.

Tom has let go of a girl who can definitely do both. As if he wasn't a big enough idiot already.

"Was that good?" Your voice was muffled by the face mask you were wearing, but Tom can just hear that wide smile on your face. You really just had to make him soft by being all cute and sweet again.

Oh you were giving him a whiplash that will surely be the death of him.

"Nailed it! Both of you!"

"Really? And, uh, can I have some water please?" You giggled shyly, only sparing Tom a second of a glance before your eyes was back on a girl who brought you a bottle of water.

This made him frown involuntarily, curios eyes looking at you as a certain pang hits his chest.

She's still mad at you and rightfully so.

Tom ran a hand through his hair with a sigh as his eyes casted itself on the ground. He was starting to go deep in thought as to what he should do to make things clearer for the both of you, but he got interrupted when Anthony approached him to give a few notes and directions for the next part of this scene.

So Tom just shoved his thoughts to the side and decided that when the time is right, you two will get to talk eventually.

* * *

It was the last scene of the day to which you're a little bit relief by. You were pretty much drained to the bone and you can't wait for the day to be over. But with one downside: it's also the scene that you've been dreading the most.

It was a flashback scene of your character and Tom character's falling out. It was sort of the last straw to break her completely that would then be one of the reasons that pushes her to become an assassin right after everything in her life has gone to hell.

It wouldn't have been too much of a big deal if it wasn't near what happened with you and Tom. But the case was, it was almost as identical as the night you and Tom broke up.

What a way of the universe to joke.

There were a couple of different scenarios sure, but the whole idea and vibe of the scene? It was like it was taken from the books of your very own life.

The set was whittled down now, the setting a residential area with an empty street in a cold night. You were out of your costume and in a simple knee-length dress and a denim jacket along with a pair of sneakers. A beanie sat atop your head as your hair fell down your shoulders freely.

It was tough trying to get into the headspace, as this was a heavy scene with so much crying involved, but it doesn't even take too long when all your mind could think of was that night.

"You okay?" Anthony asked as he furrowed his brows at you, concern written on his face as you've managed to look extremely crestfallen.

"Yeah, just getting into the zone." You laughed awkwardly, your heart getting heavier by the minute especially when you caught a glimpse of Tom approaching and then stopping just beside you.

"You've been incredible so far with all the action Y/N. But this scene in particular, I want you to channel all your deep emotions. You character has been through so much, loss of a father, an addict mother, the society looking down at you and then the only person who you trust and love starts to change and turn his back on you." You only nodded at Anthony's direction since your mind was already there. You've already experienced a few of the things your character has, so it wasn't hard to tap into those emotions.

You can feel Tom's stare just burning a hole through the side of your head, but never did you spare him a glance. You aren't sure if you're strong enough to keep your tears at bay. Probably best to just save it for the scene.

"You Tom, you've just gotten popular with the crowd, new friends, and people seem to love you and you only see her as like a hindrance to your joy because she starts asking for your attention. You kinda see her anger at you as her not wanting to see you happy or her being jealous of your success. You've been blinded by a lot of stuff so you become a jerk to her basically." It would be funny to think that Anthony was basically telling Tom to act the way he acted that particular night, but none of you were in the state of mind to find even the smallest humor in the situation at hand.

"Yeah okay, yeah." Tom cleared his throat, the tension in the air getting thicker by the minute that even Joe had to butt in. "Are you two okay? You both look like you've seen a ghost." The older brother asked as he stood beside Anthony.

"Yeah!" Both you and Tom almost squeaked in unison. You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you forced a smile. "Never better." You breathed out.

Tom was still staring at you; you can just feel it, and you so wished he would just stop. It wasn't helping your case at all, especially when he's got those messy brows furrowed by the looks of it in the corner of your eye, indicating that he was deep in thought.

"You guys have the freedom to improvise your lines, don't be afraid to stray away from the actual lines on the paper but make sure that you don't necessarily change the scene."

Without further more questions, you were finally ushered to your places. You kept your eyes on the ground while you stood in front of a screen door, hands in the pockets of your jacket as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

"Ready and action!"

You grabbed the screen door open as you slowly made your way inside. Different colored lights were flickering around as few people gave you looks because everyone knows you weren't invited to this party. You acted unbothered but your eyes were telling a different story.

Reaching the living room, the couch was where you saw him. He sat comfortably with arms outstretched on the back of the sofa, a girl right closely beside him as they whispered to each other's ear, rather too flirtatiously.

You stood there and watched as she got all too friendly with her hands, trailing up and down his chest as he didn't bother to do anything about it. Tears were welling up your eyes, but you willed yourself to stay focused, even if it wasn't necessarily full on acting as it was quite a familiar sight to see.

And with the cue, Tom looked up to meet your gaze and you held it, just long enough for the camera to pick up. The expression on his face was quick to change as he stood up abruptly. That was your indication to leave, so you turned around and rushed out of the house, the camera following closely behind you.

You were now on an empty street as he ran behind you, the set eerily quiet letting his footsteps echo loudly against the wet pavement. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you kept your head low, holding the tears in since it wasn't time for that yet.

"Wait, just wait a second. It's not what it looks like." Tom rushed as he grabbed your arm, but you shrugged it off and kept on walking, making sure not to take too long of the strides for you not to miss the marker.

"Of course it isn't." You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

"Just listen to me will you?" He called out in exasperation, but you didn't even bother to turn around and give him a look. "I don't want to listen to you anymore. Just go back and have fun with your so called lady friend." You said dismissively, seeing your mark to be one step more and once you reached it, and he reached his, his voice boomed.

"Why are you being such a bitch?" You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around to finally face him, a look of absolute hurt written on your face as his only showed nothing but pure frustration.

"I can't do this anymore." You whispered with a shake of your head, blinking away the tears as you looked up at the dark sky.

"Can't do what?" Tom scoffed as he took a step forward but he kept a good distance, eyebrows furrowed in anger with his arms crossed over his chest to seem intimidating, and it was working. You knew it was all acting, but it just looked so believable that it took a sharp swing at your heart.

"This, us, you. I can't deal with you and your stuck up attitude anymore." You gestured between the both of you and then all of him, voice cracking as you willed yourself to keep eye contact. It was so hard to stay in character and balance your emotions at the same time, because the way he was looking at you, was the same way as he did that night he left.

Tom looked away with a sarcastic laugh. "Oh so now I'm stuck up? What did I do wrong this time?" You shook your head in disbelief at his words. "So many things, you're just too blind to see it."

"Then lay them the fuck out!" He snarled with one step forward, eyes boring furiously into yours that it almost made you take a step back. But you kept your ground, glaring at him with the same intensity as you threw your hands up in the air.

"Fine! You want me to lay it out for you? You've changed! Now that you've found your way in life and found a new group of friends suddenly you're too good for me. Suddenly you're mister successful while I'm the trash who follows you around." You barked back, his resolve wavering for a little bit as he grumbled. "You know that's not true."

"But it fucking is! You make me feel like I'm nothing compared to you! I'm your girlfriend but you can't seem to spend even a minute with me since you're out with your new friends a lot. And if you do give me a spare of your time you get mad for no goddamn reason! It's like you don't even want to be near me! Like I'm a disease to you and your new life! You think so highly of yourself now that you act like I'm some low class person as if we didn't grow up together!" The accusation in your voice was clear as day, and the way Tom's jaw clenched to show that you've hit a nerve, it scared you.

"Then maybe you should take the hint to do something better with your boring life so you can stop messing with mine!"

That was when you lost it. Any sense of what's real and what's just an act, you lost it.

"Start doing something with your own goddamn career and life and stop meddling with mine Y/N! I'm so sick of your shit!"

Your brain started to spiral out of control and suddenly you weren't on set anymore, you were back at the apartment, head in your hands as you cried your eyes out, the loud bang of the door slamming shut ringing in your ears.

A single tear ran down your cheek as you stared at him in shock, breath caught in your throat as you felt your whole body tremble. You struggled to form your words, your eyes shutting tight enabling more tears to run down your face as you breathed out. "I have always been there for you. All I ask is for you to be there for me too." It sounded like a plea, soft, desperate but very painful that Tom almost broke character. Almost.

"It's not my obligation to carry your failures for you." He stated with so much venom and ice that you could only nod defeatedly, lips quivering as you held his gaze for one more second before your eyes casted itself on the ground.

"That's not what I meant but fine. I will not be a burden to you anymore." Your voice sounded so small and frail, and it was taking everything in your power not to snap, to just walk away for it to be done. But he just had to have the last word now didn't he?

"So now what you're just going to leave and give up on us?"

You don't know what it was but something in his tone or words triggered you. After a year of bottling it in, months on end of it slowly reaching its boiling point, you finally blew up. You took a step towards him as you gave him a hard shove, the sudden action catching Tom totally off-guard making him stumbled back.

"Yes! Because I'm so fucking done! I'm so done with thinking every single day if I will ever be good enough for you!" You sobbed, the tears free falling down your face but you didn't care as you continued to yell at him.

"I gave you everything that I had! I was there for you day in day out! But you still treated me like shit! You made me feel like I didn't matter to you even in the smallest of ways and that fucking hurt so bad because you mean the whole world to me! You pushed me aside like we didn't went through anything! As if all our memories together was wiped off your brain and that hurts! It hurts to see you look at me like I'm some stranger, like I'm someone you hate so much even if I didn't do anything wrong to you! I've done nothing but love you. I—I loved you so much and all you did was hurt me in return. No matter how hard I tried, it still wasn't enough because you left me! You broke my heart when you said you'd take care of it. After all of your promises you broke all of me Tom!"

Tom froze at the mention of his name.

The anger on his face was quick to dissipate, replaced by a look of nothing but pure guilt. Tom's heart broke completely as he watched you break down in front of him, so vulnerable, so hurt, all because of him. "I–"

"No! You're not getting the last word this time. I've had enough. I am done." Your voice broke at the end of your sentence, turning around hurriedly and ran off shot, leaving Tom standing there frozen and stunned.

You covered your mouth to try and muffle your sobs, attempting to run back to your trailer to escape the prying eyes but Anthony stopped you, hands resting gently on your shoulders as he held you in arms-length. "Y/N, are you okay?" You shook your head no, your tears pouring even more at his question.

"Can I have a minute for some air please?" You stammered, vision blurry with all the tears but you still saw Anthony only nodding, eyebrows knitted in concern. "Go, take all the time that you need."

You breathed out a soft thank you and ran, back to your trailer, slamming your door closed and flipping the lock as you collapsed on the floor.

* * *

It took Tom a minute for everything that has happened to wrap around his head. Your words repeating itself over and over and he wanted nothing more than to beat himself up, black and blue.

He knew he hurt you but he could only just imagine how much, up until he saw your eyes as you looked at him with nothing but pure betrayal.

The pain in them were so real and Tom knew at that moment that you weren't even pretending anymore. You weren't acting but reliving that night again, he can just see it in your eyes. You weren't addressing him as his character, no; you were addressing him as himself, Tom Holland, the guy who broke you to pieces.

Tom should've just scrapped everything and held you. He should've said fuck it to the scene and just pulled you in his arms. But the thought crossed his mind a moment too late.

He stayed in his place completely still before he was snapped out of his state when Joe approached him, the director's face painted with confusion and concern. "Tom what was that? Is there something going on between you two that you're not telling us?"

Tom didn't bother to answer his question as he looked around set, the worry in him increasing when he saw no sign of you. "Where is she?"

"I think she went back to her trailer. Wait where are yo—"

"I'll explain later." Tom called out as he ran out of set. He needed to find you and set things straight. Tom needs to tell you the full truth, tell you what's he's been feeling the past year. He wasn't going to let himself make the same mistake twice.

* * *

Sobs raked your body as you rest your back against the door, knees held to your chest in a curling position. Your eyes burning with your lungs as you cried and cried, because even if you tried to stop, you just couldn't. You couldn't find the will to erase the thought of him leaving you. That image has burned itself in your mind and it hurts, so fucking bad and you just want it to go away.

A whine from the opposite side made you lift your head up from your knees, eyebrows furrowing together once you heard it again, but louder this time. "Tessa?" You sniffled, and she barked in confirmation, scratching at the door in an attempt to get to you. Your frown deepened at the sound of her crying on the other side. She knows fully well when you're upset, and she will do anything to be beside you no matter what. It was such a sweet thing she does. Tessa's been there beside you whenever she finds you crying, she was your comfort buddy, and today, that still hasn't changed.

You stood back up to undo the lock to let her in, ready to have her hugs and kisses because they always make you feel better, but when you pulled it open, you weren't only greeted by her, he was standing right there too.

Before you could even slam the door shut he had already pushed the door wider and made his way inside, shutting it just behind him, and you made sure to step back, putting some much needed distance between you two. Of course he did. Tessa was in his trailer, there was no other way she could've gotten out without his help.

"You are a fucking dickhead for you using Tessa as bait Tom." You growled in pure annoyance, wiping away your tears aggressively as you wrapped your arms around yourself, avoiding his eyes at all costs as you stood right beside the couch where Tessa was laying down, just watching you with attentive eyes. You gave her a soft pat, distracting yourself from the man who stood there.

"I just need to talk to you, and I know you won't open the door if it was me." He was making his way towards you, but you were quick to hold your palm up, stopping him in his tracks and only making it halfway. You couldn't bear to be near him, at least not yet. Tom nodded, staying in his place as a soft sigh left his lips, "Please–"

"There's nothing left to talk about Tom." Your voice was hoarse, tears still falling down your face but not as much as before. "Yes there fucking is." He argued, desperation running through him as he tried his luck, taking another step forward. Tom just wants to be near you, to hold you and he almost shouted in glee when you didn't stop him.

"What do you want from me Tom?" You whispered, willing yourself to look at him, but only for a split second, because you couldn't bear to see his face without bursting into full on sobs again. But still, you saw it, the sadness in his features, and your walls were slowly cracking.

Tom kept inching closer and closer, and he was both relief and scared because it seemed like you weren't putting up a fight anymore, like you've somehow given up.

You were tired, both emotionally and physically, so you didn't bother to take a step back once he grew nearer. You were tired of running, maybe it was time for you to finally face him.

"I just want you to hear me out, please." Tom whispered, shaking hands slowly reaching out to hold your arms, and you let him. You let him touch you, the heat of his palms comforting you in some odd way. He was so close now and you know if you did as much as look up, you'd see nothing but his eyes, so you didn't, you can't yet. You glued your gaze on the ground, just seeing the tips of his shoes almost touching with yours, it was that close.

"You had time before to reach out Tom. Why now?" Your voice was low but broken, a question that's been in the back of your head the moment he set foot inside your trailer. "Because you looked happier and I didn't want to ruin it. I thought that you were better off without me."

You let out a sarcastic laugh, probably making you look like a complete lunatic with the tears covering your cheeks but you didn't care. Of course you look happy on screen. You had to. To fool the world and yourself, but it was always a lie, what you've shown online was just a glimpse of your life, not the full truth. "Well, clearly, I wasn't. Aren't you?"

"Fuck no. I wasn't happy without you. I know you probably won't believe me but I wasn't Y/N. I will never be better off without you." You only sniffled, still shaking your head, still not believing his words and Tom can't blame you. But he needs you to hear what he has to say, so when you stayed quiet, Tom took this opportunity to just let out what he's been holding in for how many months now.

"Darling I'm sorry, for everything that I've ever done and said to you. Fuck I know sorry doesn't even cut it but I am, I truly am sorry for hurting you my love." You let out a soft whimper at the nickname, eyes shutting tight as you shook your head at him. "Tom please don't–"

"No, no, I need you to hear this Y/N." Tom's hand went up to brush a hair behind your ear, then coming down to hold your chin up for you to look at him. It already hurts him so much just seeing you cry, and it stabbed his heart repeatedly just staring back at your pain filled eyes, the glow in them snuffed out and replaced by this broken soul.

Tom took one shaky breath before continuing. "What I did was horrible, and I know that it won't be easy for you to forgive me, and I understand if you won't ever. Hell I can't even forgive myself for what I did. I was stupid, fucking stupid for hurting you like that. I was a completely idiot for leaving you. You didn't deserve the way I treated you. You didn't deserve to get hurt like that at all. If could go back in time and take everything I said back, I would. The things that I've said, I didn't mean them, truly. I was so blinded, I was angry and got carried away, but still that's not an excuse. What I said was not okay, and it will never be. And I truly am sorry darling, I truly am."

Tom's voice broke at the end of his sentence, his heart clenching as he tried his best not to cry. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting you like that, it pains him just thinking about what he's put you through. The sheer amount of guilt and heartbreak was swallowing him whole and fast. Then there was also anger. He was so angry at himself for doing that to you, but what's done is done. The only thing he could do now was think about what lies ahead, hopefully, with you back in his arms.

"Y/N, I want you to know that... no, I need you to know that I still love you, I've never stopped loving you." Tom couldn't stop the tears from escaping his eyes, his bottom lip quivering as he spoke the words. The sob that you let out only broke his heart even more, your firm hands pressing against his chest as you tried to push him back. "No no no, you're just saying that. You don't mean that. Please don't lie to me Tom, please don't."

Tom shook his head as he bit his bottom lip to suppress a whimper. Both of his hands finding its way up to cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb as he pressed his forehead against yours. You kept your eyes shut tight, not finding even the smallest of strength to open them to see his face, looking at you so longingly.

"Look at me, baby, look at me." He pleaded, wanting you to see right through him, to look into his eyes and see the truth.

You took a few deep breaths as you wrapped your trembling fingers around his wrists, forcing yourself to open your eyes and gaze into his tear-filled brown orbs.

"I'm not lying to you. I love you, gosh I'm still madly in love with you Y/N." He breathed out with so much emotion, his words coming out as a soft whisper, but the truth was there, strong and firm for you not to miss it.

And who on earth were you kidding? Of course you still love him, you always have. And for the first time in a year, you let your heart take control over your brain; allowing you to push yourself up and let your lips capture his in a kiss filled with need and so much passion.

Tom was quick to kiss back, strong arms wrapping around your form as he pulled you closer to his body, his head spinning at the feeling of your warms lips back on his own after so long. Your fingers were lost in the mesh of his curls, the kiss wet due to a few more tears but neither of you cared because it felt like it belonged, like you two were finally home.

"I missed you so much." Tom groaned against your lips, walking you back slowly until you've reach the bedroom of your trailer, a slight confusion washing over you because the couch was right there, not that you're in a hurry or anything but... "Why–"

"Tessa." And with that he kicked the door shut, his action an enough answer because as much as you love the dog, she does have a habit of disturbing. A sweet giggle came out of you and Tom felt his heart melt at the beautiful sound, especially when it was filled with nothing but genuine amusement.

But that giggle was soon replaced by a soft gasp as Tom dipped his head to bring his kisses down to your neck, his hands pushing your jacket off your shoulders and letting it fall down the floor. That was when everything in your head got clouded, his lips on your skin a good enough distraction for both of you not to think straight.

Your hands found its way under his shirt, a shiver running down Tom's whole body because they were cold, but not for long. He shrugged his own jacket off and pushed you further back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed allowing you to fall down the mattress with a soft thump. Tom pulled his shirt over his head and didn't waste a second more as he crawled on top of you right after, lips back on yours hungrily as he situated himself in-between your legs, your dress hiking up when you wrapped them around his waist.

Your fingers were tracing up and down his bare torso, Tom smirking between the kiss as he felt you run it over his toned abs. You bit his bottom lip as a warning to not be cocky, earning a deep groan from him, his hand coming down your thighs to give them a firm squeeze, the temperature in the room only getting higher as the clock ticked by.

But before any of you could take it a step further, a loud knock echoed itself on the whole trailer. Both of you wanted to ignore it but a voice soon then followed. "Tom, are you in there?"

The boy groaned as he buried his face on the crook of your neck, the two of you completely forgetting where you are as of the moment. Tom took deep breaths to calm himself down, your fingers running through the back of his head, playing with his hair as you did the same.

Once Tom caught his breath, he spoke, a hint of annoyance coating his voice. "What is it Harry?"

"They're looking for the both of you."

Tom sighed, propping himself up to look at you fully, beautiful face all flushed and he couldn't have seen a more gorgeous sight. "Be out in a minute." He called out, never letting his eyes off of you as if you'll disappear if he does, even for a split second. You didn't dare to move nor let out a single word. You just stared right into his eyes, so many emotions swimming in them but one that made your heart grow is the clear look of love, and for once, you felt safe under his gaze, safe and home.

"Come home with me tonight?" Tom asked shyly, fingers tracing your jaw in a loving manner. You thought about it for a second, all the doubt suddenly rushing back to you along with your brain just yelling at you to be extra careful, and you knew you just had to clear your head first before jumping right in the deep end. "Tom, I think I need to thin–"

"I know darling, I know. But please, just give me tonight. After that, I'll give you all the time and space that you need." You sighed knowing fully well you can't ever resist him, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding. A breath of relief escaped Tom's lips just as he presses it back on yours, but this time it was soft and sweet, kind of like a reassurance that he will be right here until you fully take him back, no matter how long that would take.

Tom unwillingly pulled away before things get heated again, standing up fully as he grabbed his shirt off the floor along with his jacket and slipping it on. He turned back to you with a sweet smile, offering both hands for you to take, interlacing your fingers in his once you did.

"Come on, we've got some explaining to do."

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12 Days of Christmas (Hot cocoa - Peter Parker)

Prompt: December 21 - Hot Cocoa with Peter Parker / Spiderman

Word Count: 3202

Warnings: language… angst

Notes: Peter is college aged. Dan is an OFC. for the Marvelous Christmas Challenge @until-theend-oftheline @like-a-bag-of-potatoes…. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @carryonmyswansong (thank you both, very much).

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“Here you are, miss,” the host offered as he pulled the chair out for you, and let you sit down in the completely greenhouse styled part of the restaurant. Windows served as the walls and ceiling, with the floor marbled in large tan and brown stones. Space heaters were stationed every few feet to keep the bitter cold away from the windows. Alternatively, you could have sat inside, in the warmer, middle part of the restaurant like all the other patrons of the restaurant. But the sky and the city looked so gorgeous tonight, you wanted to sit and look out into the tiny garden the restaurant had beside their building.

“Thank you,” you responded as you sat down. Across from the white linen, Dan sat across from you.

Dan being a guy in your Behavioral Neuroscience class. He was rather handsome -- well, downright gorgeous. The two of you had hit it off early on in the fall semester. Both of you being Psychology majors and becoming study partners. He was rather funny and sweet. His eyes were as clear as crystal, and as blue as the ocean. He had a smile that could bring a girl to her knees. He was certainly charming, and seemingly smart and dedicated.

Sure, Dan was probably every girl’s dream.

But for you, he didn’t hold a candle to the one man who had really held your heart for several years. However, that man had no intention or desire of ever being yours. See, you’d practically grown up with The Boy Next Door. A boy who was kind to everyone in his life. A boy who could outsmart some scientists you’d shadowed. A boy who never made anyone feel inferior to his abilities. A boy who always had time for you. A boy who walked you home every day from school to make sure you got there safe. A boy who stayed endless hours at your house to help you grasp a subject. A boy, who had drastically grown up in college. In a way, you’d seen him come into his own. Bloom in confidence, evolve his education and knowledge, and become even more of a sweetheart.

Maybe he wasn’t every girl’s dream. Maybe Dan was, with his toned muscle, and deep, rumbling voice, and his own way of being charming and nice. He just wasn’t yours.

As with any romance though, the man who held your heart captive was bewitched by another. In high school, he only had eyes for her, and that stayed true for the last three years of college. Watching him love her was the hardest thing you ever had to do in your life. And you were powerless to witness it. You weren’t the type of person to make your feelings known. Even if you thought you had a shot with him, you couldn’t impose on someone else’s relationship.

He was your best friend after all, you couldn’t do that to him.

With Christmas fast approaching, you were really feeling the effects of being alone. In a few days, you’d head home to be with family, surrounded by your mom and dad, your brother and his wife, your sister and her boyfriend of three years… All to be reminded just how alone you were.

In high school and college, you remained single. This was by choice. A few guys had asked, but you were holding out hope that one day, the guy you loved, would ask you out. It didn’t bother you at first, the hope shining brighter than any lonely feelings that invaded your heart or mind.

Yet now, seven years later, you were finally ready to move on. The hope had fizzled out, the last flame had been snuffed earlier this month. So, when Dan asked you out on the last day of school, you accepted the offer without hesitancy or regret.

The host handed you two your menus and informed you your waiter would be there soon. And soon he was. Within a flash, your waiter arrived with ice water, took your drink order, and then scurried away.

Flashing his aquamarine orbs at you, Dan stated, “Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I know you’re leaving soon to go see your family.”

“Of course. I had one more night in the city. I thought we should do this before I left.”

“Finals were a total killer,” he remarked.

“I know,” you agreed. “But hey, here’s to one semester left,” you toasted, raising your glass of chilled water.

“I’ll drink to that,” he said happily, clinking his glass with yours.

From your left, you heard that unmistakable voice. “Y/N?”

Your pulse quickened. Immediately, the glass left your lips as you nearly yanked it away from your mouth, holding as you turned your head toward the location of the sound. “Peter?” When your eyes landed on him, you witnessed his expression morph from happy surprise to disappointed shock. It made your curiosity flare.

In an instant, you sat the glass down, about to stand but then he approached the table.

“Hey, what, uh, what’re you doing here?” Peter asked as he approached, his warm brown eyes darting between you and Dan.

“I’m actually on a date… with Dan,” you said, gesturing to your classmate as politely as you could. “Dan, meet Peter. Peter, Dan,” you introduced. “Dan’s a classmate of mine in Behavioral Neuroscience,” you explained. Although, in reality, you didn’t have to explain a thing to Peter. He hadn’t talked to you since the fall semester began. You’d tried reaching out a handful of times during the semester but got the cold shoulder.

You didn’t take the silence hard, at first, seeing as you knew senior year was a busy time for both of you. But by the end of the semester, you couldn’t exactly ignore the sting that came along with the radio silence.

“Hey, man, nice to meet you,” Dan greeted, holding out a hand and a star studded smile.

Peter, looking ten years younger, smiled and took your date’s hand. “Good to meet you. You guys been dating long?”

“No, this is our first,” you informed, shooting a sweet smile to Dan.

“I see. Well then I’ll leave you to it,” he stated. “Good meeting you, and good to see you, Y/N.” He waved a small, awkward wave before going to sit down several tables over, alone.

After the quick encounter with your best friend, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him all night. Each time, his face was long, solemn with the look of loss etched into his features. His brows remained furrowed, his eyelids drooped, his lips pouted slightly, his shoulders hunched forward. Every time you saw this, you frowned a little before re-engaging with Dan in conversation.

You couldn’t help but wonder what had your best friend so down. And if he was having a tough time or a rough night, why hadn’t he reached out to you in four months?

Alongside the concerns in your head, were the aches in your heart. When your heart went pitter-patter at the sound of his voice, and your stomach exploded into a million butterflies at the sight of his lopsided smile, you resented yourself. Would you ever get over this man? Even on a date with another, perfectly amazing guy, your body responded involuntarily in ways you weren’t sure would ever happen with anyone else.

“This was a lot of fun. Would you want me to walk you back to your place or…?” Dan suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from Peter for the fifth time. Either Dan was oblivious to your wandering eye, or he was being polite and not mentioning it.

“Uh, no that’s okay,” you declined sweetly, waving the offer off.

“You sure? It’s dark, and getting late, and cold. Wouldn’t want you to freeze to death. That might stop you from getting back home to your family.”

You chuckled a faint laugh, a ladylike laugh. “No, no. I’m sure. I think I’d like to walk alone tonight. I’ll be fine.”

He peered at you a moment longer, assessing if you were trying to appear is if you didn’t need him to do that, or if you had a bad date, or if something else was wrong. His lip curled up, gazing into your eyes.

“Well, alright. If you’re sure. Could you text me when you get home, so I know you got home safely?”

“Absolutely. Thank you, for dinner and everything. Now I’ll have something to talk about with my family when I get home for the holidays.”

“Me too. Can’t wait to see you in the spring,” he reminded, getting up from the table. The bill had already been taken care of by him, despite your best efforts to split the bill.

“Absolutely. Criminology?” you reaffirmed, giving him a pointed look.

“Yep. See you there. Text me over your break, if you feel like it. I’d love to have some company.”

“Will do.”

“Alright, goodnight, Y/N.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek quickly before straightening and disappearing through the restaurant.

For a moment, you enjoyed the moment of being alone. The waiter wouldn’t come back to check on you, and no one was in this part of the restaurant. So you stole the chance to stare absentmindedly out of the glass wall beside you, admiring the frost on the dark greenery.

With a heavy sigh, you stood up, slipped on your oversized coat, and exited the restaurant through the glass door straight into the garden. Taking your time, you stepped on the little stone pathway out through the gate, onto the sidewalk of Manhattan. The cold had hit you a little hard, but you’d felt harsher cold than this. Small, chilled breezes nipped at your face, making you wish you’d brought a hat of some sort.

You had only taken five steps up the sidewalk towards your house when you heard your name being called again. Like deja vu, the butterflies and erratic heart rate hit again at the sound. Just as you were about to turn to face Peter again, he was jogging up to your side.

“Hey, hey. Where’s Dan?” he questioned, his breath sending puffs of clouds into the air between you. It’d been a long time since you’d been this close to him, but you really, really missed this.

“Oh, I sent him home. Kinda. He offered to walk me home but I decided to go alone.”

“Oh… would you want to grab hot chocolate? I saw a stand one block over. I’m freezing and I could use some warmth to keep me going on the way home. Maybe we could catch up? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

For a second, you bit your lip. You wanted to do that, to be around him again. But he had sort of broken your heart by ignoring you all these months. Would jumping back in as if nothing happened be the smart move?

Yes, because despite a broken heart, you were his best friend, and there had to be a reason for him ignoring you.

“Yeah, sure. I could use a cup of something warm,” you agreed, keeping your hands jammed in your pockets to steal any sort of warmth you could.

A smile worth 1000 watts lit up his face as he gestured with his head in the opposite direction of your home. “Great. Cart’s this way.”

The two of you walked side by side down the street, mirror images of each other with your hands tucked into your coats, keeping your chins down in your zippers.

“So, how was the date?” he chimed up after you two crossed a crosswalk.

“It was fine,” you informed. “Really good, actually.”

“So he’s in your class, right? Why are you just now dating him?”

You shrugged. “Don’t know. Guess the stress of finals is over, and we don’t have the fear of awkwardness in the classroom if it didn’t work out.”

“Right.. Right.”

Just then, you two hit the cart. Peter offered to get your cup while you stood out of the way, off to the side, near a store front.

“Here ya go,” he offered as he came up. The two of you set off back towards your home now, receding from the bright city lights into the lamp posts only area of the city.

“Thanks. So…where have you been this whole semester? I thought you were sort of… ignoring me,” you admitted, feeling silly for saying that.

“What? No. No,” he stated, suddenly ashamed and guilty. “No, I uh… I got busy with school and stuff. Senior project, did some research, worked on getting an internship.”

Turning to him, a bright smile illuminated your face as you gripped his arm gently. “Oh that’s great. Sounds like you’ve been really busy.”

“Yeah.. yeah I was… I’m sorry, you know, for ignoring you. I didn’t mean to.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. I was just worried is all.”

“I know, and I should’ve reached out. So what’s been up with you?”

Just as you finished taking a sip of the hot drink, savoring the rich chocolate taste, you answered him. “Same. Except the senior project. I worked in two labs, and did one internship. So I guess we were both too busy anyway.”

He nodded, seeming to want to explain himself further. “I just… Something happened.”

You slowed down, touching his arm. “What, Peter? What happened?”

“Gwen and I broke up.”

Your heart somehow sank and inflated simultaneously. Knowing he was hurting cut you deeply, and knowing you weren’t there for him. Yet, he’d instilled so much hope in you with those few words.

“Oh, no, Peter. I’m so sorry… Are you okay? When did this happen?”

“Right when the semester started,” he informed, taking a deep breath.

“Is that why you stopped contacting me?”

“Yeah… We started to have problems like a week before classes started.”

“Like what? You two always seemed so perfect.”

“Yeah, I thought we were. I really thought she was my future, you know? But man, as time went on, I just kept lying to myself about just how not true that was.”

“So you wanted to leave and she didn’t?”

“I guess so. I don’t know. She could sense it though and… she told me that I needed to stop talking to you and stuff. So I did. Basically she wanted to cut me off from everyone and focus on her. But then I realized how wrong that was, and how I didn’t like where things were going so I ended things.”

“That had to be hard for you.”

He nodded, his eyebrows shooting up in agreement. “Yeah, it was.”

“But if you two broke up, then why didn’t you reach out to me? I could’ve helped you through it.”

“I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I couldn’t face you and tell you what I’d done. That I chose her over you. That’s just… no.” He shook his head and laughed slightly, no humor in the noise.

“You could’ve though.”

“I know… But I just… I couldn’t. I thought you’d be mad at me. Heck, I was angry at myself. I just figured you’d be unable to forgive me for ignoring you for such a stupid reason. Then school got busy and it just snowballed.”

“I wouldn’t have been mad. Sure, I might’ve gotten pissed if you ignored me for her for months. But a couple of weeks…Yeah, I missed you like crazy, but hell, I was busy too. I mean, you love her, right? Of course you’d want to pick your girlfriend over me. It’s only natural to pick the person you’re in love with over anyone else.”

Peter made a half-amused faced. “That’s the thing… I didn’t.”

You frowned and stopped walking, peering at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… Gwen found out I had feelings for another girl. She basically told me to choose between her and the other girl.”

Your eyes went to the ground in thought. Wow, not only did he love Gwen, but he loved someone else. If someone kicked you in the gut it would’ve been more merciful.

“Oh, wow.” You blew out a breath of air, somehow trying to catch your breath from the blow. “That’s… When were you going to tell me? I mean… I’m your best friend, Pete.”

“Well, right now,” he said with a laugh.

“So when are you going to tell this other girl you like her? I mean, are you over Gwen?”

“I’ve been over Gwen long before we broke up… I was thinking of telling her tonight, when I saw her.”

Your eyes went wide. “You saw her tonight? What happened?”

“She was on a date with someone, and I knew I was too late.”

Your breathing became labored as your heart raced.

“Pete…. Peter, are you… You’re… are you talking about me?” you stammered.

He half-heartedly nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, but I mean like… I don’t wanna make this weird or anything. You just… never dated or anything… I guess I thought I had time to ask you out… I wanted to catch you before you went home on break. I thought when I saw you tonight it was a sign, but then I saw you were with that guy… Which is great… I’m glad you’ve found someone…”

“Peter…” you started, completely unsure how to even start this conversation. A conversation you’d always wanted to have. “Peter, I only went on the date because I gave up on you and me. You’d been with Gwen so long… between that and not talking to me for months, I decided to move on.”

“Move on? You had feelings for me?”

You took a step closer to him. “Peter, I have feelings for you. They haven’t changed. That date means absolutely nothing to me if you feel something for me.”

His eyes seemed to light up at your words, your proximity.

“Is that…” He swallowed, nearly trembling. He’d dreamed of this for a long time, too long. “Are you sure?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes! I… Pete, I have been in love with you for years. I didn’t want to cause problems with you and Gwen though, so I kept quiet. I never dated anyone because I secretly hoped you’d ask me out at some point. When it never happened… well… I went on a date with Dan.”

He shook his head. “I only stayed with Gwen because I thought you didn’t have any feelings for me.”

“So all this time--”

“We could’ve been together.”

The two of you could hardly contain yourselves, the grins on your faces widening by the second.

“What do we do now?” Peter asked.

You shook your head. “I have no idea.”

He peered down at your cup and then up at your face. “We could start with finishing these hot chocolates back at your apartment, and then figure it out from there?”

You nodded, peering up at him with love in your eyes. Allowing yourself to feel the full extent of your affection. “I think that sounds like a perfect place to start.”

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The Sweet Taste of Tangerines

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Chapter: 1/5 Word count: 4,824 Summary: The wide smile that had been painting his face turned a little more subdued as Makoto stared into the vast ocean of Haruka's eyes, though that didn't make it any less genuine. His mouth couldn't keep smiling forever, but his heart definitely could and he knew that as long as he had Haruka by his side, the enormous smile inside his chest would never wilt or fade away. And he didn't need to say anything aloud because could easily read the understanding and reciprocation in that sea of beauty, a tiny smile tugging at Haruka's pink lips as well.

"Haru-chan, I found you," Makoto murmured with remnants of disbelief, making it sound like they had been playing a game of hide-and-seek for these past couple of years and that he had started to lose hope but had never stopped looking.

The most important moments of the development of Makoto and Haruka's relationship tied together by a piece of fruit.

Notes: Happy Gift Exchange everyone! This fic is a gift for @rosieharu. When I read in your request that you liked soulmate AUs, I knew I had to write one because I love soulmate AUs so much, so I really hope you like this.

I do have to mention that this is a multichaptered fic and this is only the first chapter out of five. Because I want to keep things brief in this post, I elaborated on AO3 why this is a multichapter instead of a one-shot. I really hope you don’t mind it!

Anyway, I really hope you’ll enjoy this fic!

Read at: AO3 - FFn - or here.

Chapter 1: 4 & 5

The sun was shining brightly, hot rays beaming down to illuminate the land, but Makoto was sitting safely in the shadow on the back porch, excitedly swinging his little legs beneath him. Summer vacation had just started and he could barely contain his enthusiasm for all the adventures that were still unknown yet that were undoubtedly going to take place over the course of the next few weeks. Butterflies of anticipation were roaming through his belly because he knew that no matter what they were going to do, it was going to be so much fun. Maybe his parents would take him fishing sometime, or maybe they would even go to an amusement park together with his grandparents. The possibilities were endless and Makoto already couldn’t wait.

“Here, Mako-chan.”

The warm voice of his mother pulled him from his pondering and he looked up at her. She smiled softly at him before she handed him a small bowl filled with slices of tangerine that she just peeled and he eagerly accepted it. “Thanks!” he said with a wide grin and he didn’t waste a second before grabbing one of the pieces and biting into it. The sweet taste immediately spread through his mouth and he closed his eyes in delight as he happily munched on his fruity treat.

Although summer wasn’t exactly the peak season for tangerines, Makoto’s sweet tooth caused for him to have a very particular preference when it came to fruits and vegetables. There weren’t many types that he liked yet, but his parents still wanted him to get his vitamins from as many different sources as possible and if buying off-season tangerines that were a tad more expensive than they were in the winter was the way to accomplish this, then they’d gladly do it. Anything for their little sweetheart.

As with most things, Makoto was far too young to be aware of this and simply enjoyed the warm afternoon with the refreshing piece of fruit. To revel in this moment with her son to the fullest, Mrs. Tachibana sat down beside him and she gently stroked her hand through his hair to get it out of his face a bit.

Silence wrapped around them, the gentle summer breeze sweeping along the rays of sunshine to brush against their toes and the familiar scent of the ocean only added to the overall atmosphere of tranquility. Yet Mrs. Tachibana detected that there wasn’t solely tranquility in the air; a small buzz of jitteriness disturbed the calmness and she couldn’t help but note that it was coming from right beside her. Although it wasn’t odd for Makoto to be energetic and enthusiastic, especially considering his first summer vacation since starting kindergarten had just begun, right then he was emitting a certain kind of restlessness that she had never felt coming from him before.

Makoto himself didn’t seem to be very bothered by it, if he had even acknowledged it at all, which only made her more curious. He didn’t even notice his mother’s eyes on him; he simply lifted another slice to his mouth and sank his teeth in it, chewing thoughtlessly. Watching him closely did pay off, since she was able to catch even the smallest shift in his demeanour and that immediately explained the unusual vibe.

When Makoto was about to put the second half of the piece into his mouth, he halted because he felt strange tingles on the inside of his left wrist. This foreign sensation caught Makoto’s full attention and the tangerine piece in his hand was completely forgotten as he peered at his skin, mouth still hanging open. Slowly, the outline of what looked like a small fish formed on his wrist, making him gasp softly in surprise while simultaneously making his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

Unlike Makoto, his mother was well-aware of what was going on and it took all of her strength to repress her chuckles at his cute face. Deciding to play along, she innocently asked, “Is something wrong, Mako-chan?”

“Mommy, look!” Makoto exclaimed as he held out his arm to show her. “There’s a fish on my arm!”

A gentle smile graced her features as she admired the drawing on her son’s arm. Having known that this day would inevitably come, she had always wondered what the first word or image that appeared on her little boy’s skin would be. Judging by the look of the small black fish, Makoto’s soulmate was assumably around his age, perhaps a tiny bit older. Regardless, it was absolutely adorable and it warmed her heart, already feeling excited on her son’s behalf. “That’s a drawing your soulmate made.”

Green eyes widened in a mix of curiosity, astonishment, and lingering confusion. “My soulmate?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Tachibana affirmed with her unwavering smile, “I’ve told you about soulmates before, remember? We all have a soulmate, someone who will always be there for us; who will love us and support us no matter what.”

“Oh yeah!” Makoto said, a small flame of recognition lighting up in his eyes. “Like you and Daddy, and Grandma and Grandpa, right?”

“That’s right,” she replied, unable to suppress a tiny snort of amusement at his sudden interest. Although she knew that children’s minds were like sponges and could rapidly absorb and retain information, it honestly wouldn’t have surprised her if Makoto hadn’t remembered it since it wasn’t like they had ever had a formal talk about it before, just some off-handed mentions whenever the situation called for them. “Anything we draw or write on our skin will automatically appear on their skin as well.”

Upon hearing those words, Makoto averted his gaze to look at the drawing again before he looked back up at his mother. “Why is that?”

Inquisitive as always, but Mrs. Tachibana couldn’t exactly say that she minded it. On the contrary, she would gladly feed his curiosity, though it wasn’t like she had the answers to all of the universe’s countless questions. Still, just because she didn’t, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t try to explain things the way she saw them.

“I don’t really know,” she started truthfully, since the science behind the whole soulmate-aspect of life hadn’t exactly been uncovered just yet. But for things that were yet to be discovered by science, folklore was born to explain the inexplicable. “It’s said that people are made two at a time and that is why soulmates exist. And with our soulmate, our soul is shared, our hearts are connected, and our skin is linked.”

“I see,” Makoto mumbled under his breath and she could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to comprehend what she had told him. When he had processed her words and interpreted them in the most logical way to him, he asked, “So if I fall and hurt my knee, their knee will hurt too?”

That made Mrs. Tachibana laugh lightly. “No, it doesn’t work like that.”

“But our skin is linked, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes,” she muttered, trying to figure out how to appease her son’s curiosity as much as she could without sweeping it under the rug. After all, he did raise a valid point. Unfortunately, not everything that existed and happened automatically made sense per definition, and this subject was no exception. Not wanting to get too far into a topic that was already complicated enough as it was, she reasoned it wasn’t too bad to keep things light for now. So she simply shrugged and said, “But we wouldn’t want our soulmate to be in pain just because we have pain, right?”

“Of course not!” Makoto immediately blurted, not wanting his mother to think that he meant it that way. The fact that there was someone out there, someone who he hadn’t even met yet, who would always be there for him and who loved him no matter what made him feel warm and cherished and special, and he wouldn’t ever want to take their kindness for granted like that. If anything, it made him want to do something back for them. “But if they hurt their knee and sharing it with me made it hurt less for them, then I’d do it!”

The sincerity was vibrant in his eyes and Mrs. Tachibana swore she could feel her heart melting on the spot. “That’s very kind of you, Mako-chan,” she said, her smile softening even further in affection, “but I think your soulmate wouldn’t want you to be in pain for them either. Look, they even drew a fish on their wrist to catch your attention,” she trailed off despite there not really being any correlation between the two, because she saw it as a good opportunity to divert the conversation from the topic of how soulmates worked back to her son’s actual soulmate. “Why don’t you draw something too so they know you saw it?”

That suggestion made Makoto light up, like he had never even considered the possibility of drawing something back and he beamed an agreement. It was at that moment that he remembered the piece of tangerine in his hand and he quickly popped it into his mouth before he jumped up and ran back inside to look for the nearest pen or pencil. The first thing he found was a blue marker from when he was colouring before that he had apparently missed when he had put the others away. Deeming it good enough, he grabbed it before bolting right back outside to where his mother was waiting.

The remaining tangerine wedges were completely forgotten as Makoto sat back down on the porch and uncapped the marker. Staring at the little black fish outline on his wrist, Makoto wondered what he should draw in return. Usually he would have asked his mother for her input, but there was something inside of him that refrained him from doing so now; a quiet voice in the back of his head that urged him to think of something himself. And although his imagination was very vivid and colourful, he now had a little more trouble coming up with ideas of what he could draw and he didn’t know why. It was most likely the unconscious need to give his soulmate a good first impression of him - after all, he wouldn’t want them to think his drawing was silly or stupid - but the whole concept of having a soulmate and being able to communicate with them via his skin was far too exciting to make his insecurities bubble up into the foreground of his mind.

After a few seconds of deep contemplation, Makoto decided that he would draw a little fish too. He wouldn’t want the fish that his soulmate drew to get lonely, so if he drew a fish alongside of it, they could be friends! Two friends swimming together in the ocean of their linked skin. It sounded like a great idea, because Makoto really wanted his soulmate to be his friend too and he couldn’t think of a better way to accomplish it than this.

Mind made up, Makoto put the marker down on his wrist and scribbled on his skin. Now there were two fish on his arm; one black and the other blue, roughly the same size with the exception of the blue fish’s lines being a little thicker. Granted, Makoto’s fish wasn’t as pretty as the one his soulmate drew - his soulmate’s fish looked very nice while drawing had never been his strongest point - and in any other situation, that would have made him feel a bit embarrassed and maybe even a bit inferior. But there wasn’t any time for those emotions to well up because it only took another second for the tingles to return and another fish-outline appeared on the other side of Makoto’s blue fish.

“Mommy, look!” he yelped excitedly, “They drew another fish!”

Before Mrs. Tachibana even had the chance to look, let alone respond, Makoto had already withdrawn his arm in favour of scribbling a fish in return. His eagerness about the whole situation made her smile once more and she reached up her hand to ruffle his brown locks again. She understood the overwhelming surge of emotion very well, since she remembered herself having been just as excited when she first experienced the skin-link between her future husband and herself. Now she only hoped that Makoto’s soulmate would be just as wonderful and kind to him as his father always was to her. Though something inside her gut told her that wouldn’t be an issue in the slightest.

It didn’t take long until his soulmate had drawn another fish in response and soon they were taking turns doodling on their arms, always waiting for the other to finish before they drew another one themselves. In the meanwhile Makoto asked his mother all kinds of questions about his soulmate’s identity. They were mostly rhetorical because he understood that his mother didn’t know who they were yet either, but he felt the need to express and vocalise his wonders and Mrs. Tachibana merrily chatted along with him. She said that whoever they were, they were certainly right-handed too since they were both drawing on their left arms, they were assumably around his age, and they apparently loved to draw fish.

There weren’t many things that Makoto knew about his soulmate, but there was one thing he knew for sure. Although he hadn’t met them yet, he already loved them with all his heart.

As the afternoon progressed, more and more parts of his skin were covered in black and blue ink. Throughout the entire process, not once did his elation waver when he felt the tingles that were quickly growing to be familiar on the next part of his arm and another little fish appeared in their school. After a while, Makoto noticed that they were running out of skin and that concerned him. He didn’t want his soulmate to think that he was ignoring them, so he pondered on what he should do to solve this issue.

It was his turn to draw again and his eyes wandered back to the very first fish that had appeared on the inside of his wrist. Even in the sea of all the other little fish, Makoto knew that this was the first one and simply looking at it spread a funny feeling through his tummy. Although he loved every single one that his soulmate had drawn, this fish was special and he thought it therefore deserved that bit of extra attention and care.

Suddenly, he knew what to do. Drawing had never been his strongest point, but he was much better at colouring. So he put his marker down in the middle of the outline and coloured it in, trying his very best to stay within the lines that his soulmate had put down for him. When he pulled away to observe his work, he saw that he had accidentally skimmed over the lines a bit, but it wasn’t too bad so he was pretty satisfied with it. Now he only hoped that his soulmate would also like it.

He didn’t have to wait long until he felt an eye and a mouth appear on the fish and an enormous smile stretched his own mouth at the sight of it. But before he had the chance to respond, his soulmate did what they hadn’t done before: they didn’t wait for Makoto’s turn, but instead drew a black outline around the blue fish right next to it, the first one that Makoto had drawn. This only made Makoto more ecstatic, knowing that they were on the same page, and he coloured the fish in completely before his soulmate added the facial features on this fish too.

And that was how they continued; his soulmate would draw a black outline wherever it was needed, Makoto coloured it in and then his soulmate would give the fish a kind expression. They easily fell into this rhythm, a comfortable pace they established without any further communication. Like two bodies in perfect harmony. Because of this, Makoto didn’t have a hard time believing that what his mother had told him earlier was true, about his soulmate and he having been created at the same time, because he had never felt this connected to someone before in his life and he hadn’t even met them yet; he hadn’t met them yet, but he felt like he knew and understood them like no other.

There was not a single doubt in his mind. His soulmate and he were meant to be.

When his father came home from work later that day, Makoto didn’t waste a second before he jumped up to greet him at the door. “Daddy, Daddy! Guess what?” he yelled excitedly, immediately babbling on without giving his father a chance to mutter as much as a greeting, “My soulmate drew a fish on their arm so I drew a fish too and then they drew another one and we spent the entire afternoon drawing fish but then there was no skin left to draw on so-”

“Woah, woah!” Mr. Tachibana interrupted with a hearty chuckle. “Slow down a little, Mako-chan,” he said as he put on his slippers and stepped out of the genkan and he lifted his son into his arms. “Let’s go inside so we can sit down and then you can tell me all about your soulmate and the fish.”

Makoto nodded in agreement and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck as he allowed him to carry him inside, grin from ear to ear still plastered on his adorable face. When Mr. Tachibana entered the living room, he quickly greeted his wife with a kiss on her cheek and then he pulled out a chair and sat down, placing Makoto in his lap. Knowing that he couldn’t wait any longer, Mr. Tachibana smiled at him again and asked him what had happened.

The enthusiasm from earlier had lingered and Makoto gave his father a rundown of the entire afternoon with the same kind of fervor that had been buzzing through his body all day. Some parts were told out of order and a little incohesively, but Mr. Tachibana just let him go on without asking for an explanation and just added some commentary whenever it was needed as he admired the handiwork of his son and his soulmate. It wasn’t too hard to put the pieces of the puzzle together himself, and he would ask his wife later to fill in the gaps of Makoto’s story that were too unclear to make his own conclusions on.

“Did you take pictures?” Mr. Tachibana offhandedly asked his wife once she sat down at the table with them.

“Of course I did,” she answered without missing a beat. After all, the first interaction between soulmates was special and it would be a shame if such a memory went lost without documentation or commemoration, especially since Makoto was still so young. “But unfortunately I didn’t get the chance until they were done so I only have pictures of the end result.”

“Oh yeah!” Makoto piped in, “When all the fish were done, they drew a smiley face on their hand, and I thought that was weird since we were only drawing fish with smiles, so I drew a smiley face too, look!” He pointed at the two little faces on the palm of his hand. “And then they didn’t draw anything anymore, so I think that they had to stop and told me with the smiley face.”

“That’s very nice of them; they probably didn’t want you to think they were ignoring you,” his father remarked, running his fingertips over the faces on Makoto’s tiny palm, enticing soft giggles from his lips.

“Daddy, that tickles!”

Always in for a bit of teasing, Mr. Tachibana mumbled, “Oh really? You know what also tickles?” When Makoto looked up at him with large, questioning eyes he said, “This!” and started to tickle him with one hand while holding him with the other to ensure he wouldn’t fall off his lap or hurt himself otherwise.

Almost immediately loud laughter erupted from Makoto’s belly and he frantically tried to swat his father’s hand away from his side. “Daddy, stop!” he pleaded through his squealing giggles, and Mr. Tachibana only continued for a few more seconds until he granted him mercy. He was only in the mood for a bit of teasing after all.

“They probably had to go eat dinner,” Makoto’s mother cut in, directing the attention back to the subject from before the little tickling intermission, “and we do too, so if you both can go wash your hands then dinner will be served in a second!”

The promise of Mrs. Tachibana’s delightful cooking was enough to snap both father and son back to attention and they instantly got up to do as they were told.

But no matter how delicious the food that his mother had prepared was, Makoto found his thoughts continuously drifting off during dinner, completely missing the conversation his parents were trying to engage him in because he was too preoccupied with staring at the ocean on his arm. After a few attempts his parents decided to let him be, though his mother did remind him of the steadily declining temperature of his food if he didn’t finish it soon. They didn’t think much more of it because they perfectly understood Makoto’s fascination and the overwhelming emotion that came along with the first buds of affection for his soulmate sprouting inside his heart. Knowing that these buds would only multiply and blossom throughout the future, they let him process this new experience by himself, the way he needed to.

This was a very special day for Makoto, but it certainly was for them too. Their son, the personification of their love and the fruit of their soulbond, was going to develop a relationship like theirs with a person whose identity was yet to be revealed, yet who was undoubtedly someone who complimented Makoto in every aspect. Even though it was destined to be like that since their creation, it was truly beginning now.

And seeing these early beginnings playing out before them made them reminisce about their own start, from the first interaction to the first meeting when the fully-bloomed flowers inside them first began to grow. Although neither of them had said anything aloud, one look from brown to green confirmed their shared thoughts and matching smiles of adoration for both each other and their little boy naturally stretched their lips.

Their ride on this emotional rollercoaster had reached a place where it was steady, high up in the air with their heads in the clouds as they enjoyed their everyday lives standing side by side, truly together in every sense of the word. But Makoto had just gotten on, he hadn’t even fully left the station yet and the ride ahead of him was completely unknown. Regardless, he was excited, filled with childlike oblivion towards the bumps and sharp turns that might be waiting on him and only saw the clouds in the sky where his parents resided.

Of course, it wasn’t that simple; the relationship with your soulmate wasn’t automatically all sunshine and rainbows just because you were meant to be together. In reality, there were still a lot of hardships that could put strain on even the strongest of bonds and there had to be conscious effort and devotion from all the involved parties in order to coexist lovingly and peacefully, the way that was intended. But once that balance was found and maintained, it was nothing short of absolutely wonderful, a relationship in which both parties brought out the best in each other and in themselves. An inviolable sanctuary built on unconditional love and support, of mutual respect and dedication.

Even though their blindfolds were still on in regards to Makoto’s rollercoaster ride and they couldn’t do anything but wait until they were taken off, as they watched the elated smile that was painted on his face as he studied the artwork on his arm, something told Mr. and Mrs. Tachibana that Makoto and his soulmate were going to be just fine. And they were so excited to be spectators of their son’s journey.

But then the bright, rosy-coloured vision of the future was tainted when they heard a small gasp escape Makoto’s lips and the jubilation he emitted vanished within a second and made place for a concerned, almost pained frown.

“Mako-chan, what’s wrong?” his father asked, unable to keep his voice clear from worry at the sudden shift in his little boy’s demeanour.

“It’s gone!” he said as he held out his arm so his parents could see, completely distraught. “It’s all going away!”

The outline of the little fish on the inside of Makoto’s left wrist that had started it all was gone and the other black lines that adorned his skin were rapidly fading away until nothing but the blue insides remained.

As she saw tears welling up in those lively green eyes, Mrs. Tachibana realised she had forgotten to tell Makoto that unlike on paper, the drawings made on skin weren’t permanent. “It’s alright, Mako-chan,” she tried to console him, “that just means they’re taking a bath right now. This is normal.”

“But I don’t want it to go away,” Makoto protested. The precious fish that his soulmate and he had spent so much time on were special to him, it was the proof of their connection and a sign that somewhere out there, his soulmate existed and was thinking of him. Although he had only known about it for a few hours, the thought if it disappearing again was harrowing and made him feel cold and empty inside.

“I understand that,” his mother murmured as she got up from her seat and walked over to him to comfort him. She lifted him up and took place in his chair so she could hold him against her chest. “But if it never goes away, then you can never draw something new. Wouldn’t it be sad if you couldn’t talk to them like this anymore because your skin was all full?”

“Yeah,” he agreed as he sniffed deeply, trying his best to keep his tears from spilling over, “but still.”

“Just because you can’t see the lines anymore, that doesn’t mean they’re not there,” Mrs. Tachibana tried, putting him down in her lap so she could look him in the eyes. “They’ll always stay with you, right here,” she said as she tapped the tip of her finger against his chest, “in your heart. The fish that you and your soulmate drew will live on forever inside of you.”

“But if you still want to see the lines,” Mr. Tachibana added, “then you can take a picture of it so you can look at it whenever you want.”

“Really?” Makoto questioned, sounding a lot more hopeful yet with some remnants of doubt coating his voice.

“Really,” his mother affirmed, smiling gently at him before lightly kissing his temple as she wiped a stray tear from his cheek. “So how about we finish dinner now and then I’ll show you the pictures of the fish after dinner. And then I’ll make you a bath too just like your soulmate had, and then you can draw something new for them tomorrow, alright?”

Those words seemed to have impact as a small smile appeared on his face again when his soulmate was mentioned, and the smile morphed into a wide grin at the notion of being able to draw something for them again. “Alright!” he echoed, and his mother pressed another kiss against his head before she got up and put him down in the chair again.

Makoto had never finished his dinner as quickly as he did that night.

But when the need for seeing pictures of the ocean on his arm in its original state was satiated and Mrs. Tachibana was giving Makoto a bath, she realised that in her eagerness and excitement on her son’s behalf, she had made a mistake.

As she ran a washcloth over his arm, the blue smudges that covered it weren’t disappearing, they were only growing a little vaguer. Instead of grabbing a pen or marker that was designed for skin-use like his soulmate had done, Makoto had used one of his regular markers and those wouldn’t immediately wash away with just some water and soap. She should have informed him about it, but she had honestly forgotten in the heat of the moment and while Makoto didn’t mind it in the slightest, she still felt guilty. Therefore, she sent a mental apology to Makoto’s soulmate and their family for her stupidity.

Now she only hoped that her error wouldn’t negatively influence anyone’s view on her son.

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kiss me with rain on your eyelashes

this fic was inspired by this lovely drawing by @mundanelion ♥ thank you so much for this beautiful piece and for letting me use it as my muse!

this is a mix of show!canon and book!canon when it comes to magnus’ past

tw: non-graphic description of drowning, past trauma

(thank you to my wonderful beta @magnusragnor who, as always, did an amazing job and put up with my anxious self. i love you)

He should have known from the moment he woke up to the sound of Alec moving around the dark room, stubbing his toe against the dresser and muttering curses under his breath, that this wasn’t going to be the best day. The fact that it was still dark and Alec wasn’t laying in bed, under the warm sheets and and wrapped around Magnus should have been a clue.

“Alexander?” he murmured sleepily.

Through half lidded eyes he saw Alec freeze, his silhouette framed by the city lights filtering through the gap in the curtains they forgot to close the night before, a thin ray of ghostly white breaking through the shadows.

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Alec said in a low voice, approaching the bed and perching on the edge. “A team just got back from patrolling and they’re insisting on giving their report directly to me. I need to go, Izzy said it looks like it’s important.”

Magnus wasn't a heavy sleeper. His work didn’t always have the most normal schedule and while he could control the time he met his clients, emergencies happened at any hour. Leaving the comfort of his bed in the middle of the night because of some attack or weird magical occurrence wasn’t as strange of a concept as he would have liked.

So him sleeping through Alec receiving a message, getting out of bed, and wandering his way around the room for long enough to get mostly dressed, was very telling. It was sign of how safe and comfortable Magnus felt in his presence that his body didn’t go into alert mode at this kind of disturbance. That notion was enough to soften the furrow of his brow, if not his pout, at the realization that Alec was leaving at four in the morning.

Heaving a sigh, Magnus intensified his pout just because he could.

“You’ll let me know if it’s something serious, right?”

Alec’s gaze softened, features clearer now that he was closer, his hand running through Magnus’ hair, pushing the dark strands away from his face. “Of course.”

He kissed Magnus forehead, lingering for a second before retreating. While that was lovely and made Magnus heart flutter in his chest, if he was being denied morning cuddles, he was going to need something more to keep with him during the day.

He lifted his chin and Alec got the message, leaning down again and kissing him. It was sweet and languid, the delicate caress of butterfly wings with a slight current of electricity underneath.

“Go back to sleep,” Alec whispered against his lips before pecking them one last time.

He got up, grabbing his jacket from a chair. Before he could leave the room, Magnus snapped his fingers and conjured a portal for him. With one last grateful look over his shoulder, Alec stepped into the portal and out of the loft.

Half an hour later of tossing and turning, Magnus phone lit up with a message from Alec. Apparently the very important thing the team had to report was that they had found a shax demon nest in Queens. Magnus could picture Alec rolling his eyes. That wasn’t particularly urgent or even unheard of, not to mention that Jace and Izzy could have handled that without him perfectly.

If new recruits didn’t kill Alexander, then they will certainly kill Magnus. Or the other way around, Magnus wasn’t sure yet.

Realizing that going back to sleep was a pointless endeavour, Magnus got up and started the day. It only went downhill from there.

First, he was in a meeting all morning with the High Warlock of Oslo, who wanted to consult something with him. That in itself didn’t sound bad, but the man was grouchy and impatient, refusing to explain the situation to Magnus in detail, but still expecting him to solve the problem.

After that, he spent the afternoon meeting clients. The last one was a mundane with the sight but no much contact with the shadow world, and while she was nice and offered him some very delicious cookies, she gave Magnus the impression that she paid for their meeting more for the experience of knowing a warlock and watching him work than because she truly needed his services, since she couldn’t decide on what she wanted and kept changing her requests. No matter how good the pay, and the pink sapphire she paid him with was incredibly beautiful and valuable, he was too powerful to be putting on this kind of show. The time for him to prove himself passed centuries ago.

Needless to say, when he left to go home, he was exhausted and in a bad mood. Adjusting his coat to protect himself against the crisp autumn air, he decided to walk home instead of using a portal since he wasn’t far. Gray clouds that had been present all day were moving lazily in night sky, the stars hidden behind them.

It wasn’t until he was almost at Nightingale Towers that it started raining, but even then Magnus didn’t hurry his steps. He had always liked rain and the light drops falling weren’t enough to bother him.

When he finally got into his loft and closed the door behind him, Magnus released a heavy sigh. It had been a long day, time passing slowly and weighing on his shoulders.

He disposed of his damp coat and started walking towards the bedroom, turning on the lights and putting the kettle on the stove with a tired twist of his wrist.

He took off the rest of his clothes and threw them over a chair, erasing all signs of water from his body and hair with a snap of his fingers. He grabbed a black sweater with red flame designs, light but cozy, along with some black jeans from his closet and didn’t bother with shoes. The cold floor felt good against his feet when he walked to the kitchen, kettle whistling while he picked a bag of chai tea from the cabinet.

There was comfort in doing this manually instead of just summoning it from any café in the city. Watching the steam ascend when he poured the boiling water in the cup, feeling it warm the air around him. His rings clinked against the ceramic when he picked the mug, the light echo of it sounding louder than it really was in the empty apartment.

He intended to go to the couch, settle there with a blanket and a book until Alec got home, but his feet took him to the window the moment he caught the sight outside. The dark clouds were thicker now, rain falling heavier, distorting the view and cloaking everything with a grey hue.

The last time he had stood in front of this window while rain hit the glass, he had been pondering a choice that he never had to make.

He could discern the Brooklyn Bridge, the red and yellow lights of the cars crossing it looking like blurry dots in the distance, the East River a dark mass under it. He was too far away to see the rippling effect of the raindrops hitting the surface, but he swore he could almost hear the steady cadence of rain impacting water.

There was a time when the sight of large bodies of water made Magnus uncomfortable, nervous even. Not because it reminded him of drowning, but because it brought up images of fire.

It reminded him of a kid running through the rural paths of a place that once was called Batavia, water soaking his clothes and and wet hair falling in his eyes, breaths coming too short, hot air and the dust his steps lifted burning his lungs. His legs were tired and aching, muscles cramping with every step, but the boy couldn’t stop, wanting to put as much distance as he could between him and the lake, desperate to reach a place where he could escape the pile of ashes that had once been his father ― stepfather.

But no matter how fast or how far he ran, he could still see red and orange out of the corner of his eye, feel the heat of the flames licking at his face and smell the rotten scent of burning flesh. The screams were the worst, anguished but hateful to the end, reverberating in his ears louder than the rapid beating of his heart.

He had not lied to Alec when he said he knew how to control his powers back then. He had been practicing, playing with his magic from the moment he discovered it. Before his mother killed herself he had never been afraid of it, of what it could do. It had been a source of endless wonder, a light in the silence of night. Never a cause of harm. After what happened, however, it felt tainted. He felt tainted.

But that control, as impressive as it was for an untrained child, didn’t extend to his fears. The panic and adrenaline running through his body directed his every movement, from his first frenzied attempts to get away from the hands pushing his head deep into the water, one in his hair, one in his neck, hold tight and unforgiving; to the tremor of his hands still present hours later, visible every time he brought them up to wipe the tears from his cheeks, tendrils of red dancing uneasily between his fingers ―magic still near the surface, hot and ready to lash out at any sign of threat.

Abomination.

Lightning illuminated the sky, painting everything in shocking white for a second, pulling Magnus from his thoughts. He hummed, bringing the cup to his lips and counting the seconds in his head until thunder roared. Fourteen seconds. Two point eight miles. That wasn’t too far.

Holding the cup with both hands against his chest, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall next to window. Taking a deep breath, he savored the mixed scent of rain and the spices from the tea, letting it settle in his bones. He felt tired and restless at the same time, like the sea before a storm, strong gusts of wind over the surface and too many undercurrents pulling in different directions in the depths. The sound of the raindrops hitting the window was helping him calm down, washing away all the anxious energy. He could feel his shoulders loosening and his back relaxing, a tensed bow string put to rest, even as his hands gripped the cup more firmly.

He could feel the warmth emanating from the cup and seeping into his hands, but also radiating from his insides, spreading from his stomach and chest after the sip he took.

Warmth was the first sensation he ever associated with his magic, not only in a physical way, that tingling humming feeling in his hands when light surrounded them, but also in his soul. Discovering his powers was like drinking wine after only knowing water all your life, not necessary to live, but so much richer, an explosion of color, infinite layers of taste in your mouth, a delicious buzz in your head.

It felt natural to call that power into existence, give it physical form.

For a short while that feeling was shrouded in childish innocence, the lights in his hands felt like bliss and tasted like freedom. But life had always been quick, and merciless, when it came to teaching Magnus. He soon learned that his magic was something much more visceral than that, pulsing and alive. Something that originated somewhere in his belly instead of his chest, hungry and demanding, but also soothing and consoling. Sometimes roaring, sometimes purring. Monster.

Magnus Bane was the name the silent brothers in Madrid had given him. Great destruction. He supposed it made sense, especially back then. When he arrived in Spain there was no trace of innocence left in him, mind already hardened against a world that seemed set on hurting him, even if his heart was still a tender bleeding thing. Not that he could ever change that.

Full of loneliness and bitterness no one so young should possess, Magnus knew he was dangerous. He never attacked anyone. After what happened with his stepfather he was careful with his magic, so careful, wary of the hunger he could feel swelling inside of him when he felt too much. And he always felt too much. But the power was there, at tip of his fingers, swirling inside him. Magnus was an angry scared young boy, rabbit heart and tiger claws, a force of nature. The name suited him.

Even then, it took him a while to make it his own. To see beyond it, to recognize the potential to do more than cause havoc and raise hell despite his past. Oh, he could do that, and did it whenever the need presented itself, making sure that everybody was aware of his power ― let others fear it the way he had feared it once. But he was also more than that: he could heal, he could create, he could protect. His magic brought almost endless possibilities, limiting himself would have been foolish.

The sound of a door closing brought Magnus out of his reverie. He opened his eyes slowly, the world turning into focus gradually; outside the loft the rain have evolved to a full raging storm, and the warmth between his hands had vanished, cold ceramic in its stead. But everything faded into the background again when he turned around to the sound of approaching steps. He was greeted by the sight of Alec entering the living room, light from the chandelier reflecting off the beads of water falling from the ends of his hair and travelling across his face and neck, wet clothes dripping on the floor.

He was looking directly at Magnus, sheepish expression painted on his face, and a happy smile blooming on his lips. Breath catching slightly on his throat Magnus wondered if he would ever get over the way Alec looked at him sometimes, as if the weight on his shoulders seemed to lighten up the moment he caught sight of Magnus. Here he was, looking like a very handsome drowned rat, with all reasons to be frustrated and annoyed, but instead he was smiling, looking like Magnus was the most precious thing he had ever seen, like Magnus was a star, bright and burning, a cosmic phenomenon, the only light in this storm.

They’re beautiful, Magnus. You’re beautiful.

Magnus found himself returning the smile. His feet started moving even before he thought about it, taking him closer to Alec since he apparently wasn’t advancing more into the room due to his drenched clothes. As if Magnus cared about the floor when he could be kissing his boyfriend.

He left the cup of now cold and undrinkable tea in the first table he passed. Once they were close enough, they both leaned forward at the same time. Alec’s lips were cold against Magnus’, the feel and taste of them filling Magnus with warmth despite it. He heard Alec release a sound of contentment and smiled into the kiss.

“You should’ve called me. I would have made a portal for you,” he said, leaning back just enough that he could look at Alec.

“The rain wasn’t this bad when I got out of the Institute,” Alec responded with a shrug.

Magnus arched an eyebrow at him. He knew why Alec hadn't called. Yes, he had been visiting clients and working all day, but nothing strenuous enough to cause magic depletion, his boyfriend worried too much. Not that Magnus could fault him for being considerate.

He rolled his eyes anyway, but didn’t even try to prevent the fondness from infusing his voice. “You’re silly.”

Alec nodded distractedly, gaze directed at Magnus lips, before capturing them in a kiss again. He brought one of his hands around Magnus waist, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together, the other at Magnus neck, thumb caressing his jaw and tilting Magnus head to deepen the kiss. Magnus closed his eyes and let himself be swept under the tide of emotions that kissing Alec always caused.

The rain and the tea had helped him relax, but it wasn't until he found himself in Alec’s arms, surrounded by the earthy of smell of rain and the lasts remnants of Alec’s aftershave, that he truly felt his muscles unlock. Alec smelled like the first rays of sun hitting the dewy grass, like wet sand moving under your feet when the waves receded from the shore, like a lullaby sung by a voice long forgotten. Alec smelled like home.

With that thought Magnus gasped a little, breaking the kiss but not pushing away, foreheads pressed together and panting breaths mingling. When was the last time that someone could unravel him with just a kiss, that someone had touched him and reached a part of him other than his body.

He had never met someone like Alec, who saw all of him and reacted with wonder and tenderness, who learned his past and felt no pity and not fear, that was horrified not of Magnus but for him. Who got to knew him and still wanted him. That was why it had been so easy to close himself off after Camille, to believe that he would never have this so it was okay to stop trying. He had always been so good at breaking his own heart, it was time he started protecting it. It was also why he had found Alec so enticing from the beginning, with his pretty face and even more beautiful soul, so much hiding under the façade of the perfect soldier. Without even trying Alec had disarmed him, ignited a spark within him he thought extinct and, hopeful fool that he was, Magnus let himself fall, let himself fight for this. And, for the first time, it hadn’t exploded in his face. It had brought him here, to this cold stormy night that couldn’t compete with the warmth in the eyes looking at him.

There’s nothing ugly about you.

“I missed you today,” Alec said, not letting go of Magnus.

Alec claimed to not be good with words, yet he always managed to leave Magnus breathless every time he made a statement like that ― wide eyes, conviction clear on his expression, blunt and painfully sincere. It had always been extraordinary for Magnus how Alec had learned from a young age to hide, to guard himself, but how he also weared his heart in his sleeve, always shining through when he was with those he loved, present in his kind nature and caring disposition. Protected yet so exposed at the same time.

He knew how easily hearts could shatter. Alec’s faith in him, to not break his, to keep it safe, humbled and scared Magnus. But that was the thing about Alec, he made Magnus want to try, to be better than before, for himself and for them. He gave him hope. If his sins were marked by a red curved blade and tasted like ashes, Alec’s love felt like rain, refreshing and all encompassing, with the promise of the sun and life at the end.

“I missed you too, darling,” Magnus responded, fingers playing with collar of Alec’s jacket, voice low.

“Sorry. About your clothes.”

Magnus frowned in confusion and looked down at himself. Sure enough, his sweater and pants were wet from where they were touching Alec’s.

“Oh, what a tragedy. Guess I’ll have to take them off,” Magnus exclaimed, feigning despair and looking up to Alec with a glint in his eyes.

“Yeah?” Alec responded with a mischievous smile. “You should take a shower too, we wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Magnus murmured before kissing Alec again,starting to push him in the direction of the bathroom.

“I was thinking we could make pancakes for dinner,” Alec said between kisses down Magnus neck.

Magnus paused, blinking a few times at the out of the blue comment. His hands stopping trying to take off Alec’s jacket, not that he was making much progress with how the fabric was sticking to the shirt underneath. Once the words registered, he laughed happily, throwing his head back; Alec had quite the sweet tooth despite taking his coffee as black as his clothes.

Magnus hummed, in acquaintance and because his boyfriend had taken advantage of his exposed neck. “I’ll even throw in hot chocolate.”

Alec groaned loudly, looking up and locking their lips in a searing kiss, his subtle stubble rasping against Magnus mouth. Magnus should be amused at so much enthusiasm at the mention of chocolate but right now his only concern was reaching the shower.

For so long Magnus had felt like he had never stopped running after that day in Batavia, no direction and a muffled purpose, afraid to look back and terrified to look forward, for what fate could await someone like him. But now, every time he thought of the future all he could feel was a hand holding his, a whispered promise bathed in shades of hazel.

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