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o-pandora-o · 2 months

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I LIKE YOUR BLOG SM T_T

CAN I REQUEST FOR WHB BEELZEBUB AND SATAN HOW WILL THEY SURPRISE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? My Birthday is coming up and I really really really wanna feel loved by the boys 😔

The Kings (minus Lucifer) surprise you on your birthday

Warnings: Bit suggestive on Satan's part, mostly fluff genre. Reader isn't necessarily MC, but someone who is famous with the demons. I made it Gender-neutral as much as possible.

a/n: Hiii! Glad you like the blog, I'm sorry if I don't have a regular posting sched 😭. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU, I also included Mammon and Levi. Didn't include Lucifer because I don't wanna make him OOC. Hope you enjoy this!

Satan:

🩸He's gritting his teeth and you can hear the crunching noises whenever demons of Gehenna gives you gifts. "They're mine...grrr..*crunch*"

🩸Will definitely kick them in the rear when they give you something and you decide to hug/kiss/pat them (any physical touch rly).

🩸When Paimon offered to have a tea date (and gave you chocolates too!) it was the last straw for him.

🩸He drags you to his castle and to outside of his room. "Satan I know you're mad but... Your grip is too tight it hurts!" You said, and you saw Satan smirk. "So slap me" he said with a smug grinning face. "No" "Yes" "No!" "Yes... i can feel it" he lifted your hand and slapped himself and made an aroused look on his face. "Heh.. your anger... Tastes good..." "Anyways..." Satan said as he wiped the drool off his mouth. He opened the door to his room, revealing a room full of decorations and gifts for you. "You... Did this for...me?" "Yeah, I kept seeing you look at surprise videos of partners, and you kept telling ppyong that surprising people in human world isn't common...do you like it?" Satan smirks, he already know the answer to the question. "Of course I do! Thank you" you hug him and he kisses your forehead.

🩸The both of you open the gifts and cuddle inside his bedroom.

🩸Needless to say that you weren't seen outside that night because you're unwrapping your other gift.

Mammon:

🪙You woke up to the firm feeling in your bed. But also something akin to a warm teddy bear.

🪙You hugged the figure, only for it to reply with a deep laugh.

🪙You realized that Mammon is in your bed (in his castle), you woke up and stared at him, hugged him and gave him a good morning kiss and went back to sleep. "Hey little one, don't sleep on me, do you know what day it is, hmmm?" he said with a hearty deep laughter "Hmmm? Monday?" Then you went back to sleep "It's your birthday little one! here I got you some gifts and we'd do what you wanna do today how bout that?" "Mmmm just wanna sleep but ill open the gifts later thank you, Mammon" You lazily kiss his nose and fall back to sleep.

🪙Mammon gave you tons of gifts, including the new Dphone 15 and Ninten Switch 2!

🪙He also gave you some gifts for your hobbies and a bag of gold coins too!!

🪙You managed to move on the evening though, but Mammon had another surprise for you! A dinner on the rooftop of the 66 Demon Star Hotel!!!

🪙Scattered were some roses that had a touch of 24 karat gold leaf, a never ending candle flame created by the most powerful fire demon, and a table with your favorite fancy food.

🪙You were beyond disbelief, you know Mammon was lavish but you he keeps surprising you with the most expensive things and places. Before you can utter a word, Mammon spoke. "These things could not put a price on how priceless you are, you made me realize that despite owning everything in Hell, I could not put a price on your value... You're really unique and priceless as you are. Thank you for being with me." he pulled up his chair and let you sit.

🪙The night was full of chatter and laughter, under the starry skies.

Beelzebub:

🕶️You finally visited Avisos and you were in the palace to keep you safe, you were sleeping in your room.

🕶️You woke up with Beelzebub sitting in the window. "Oh you're finally awake! Come on, let's go!" Before you can utter a word, Beel scooped you up and jumped to the window. Everything was too fast, you can already hear Bael screaming from afar ("BEEL COME BACK HERE, YOU HAVEN'T SIGN THE DOCUMENTS!!!") "It's your birthday right? And I can smell that you missed me a lot, hehe I'll give you a grand tour of Avisos on your birthday!!!" Beel holds you tightly as he smiles like a child whose parents gave him his bday present. "W-wait beel! I haven't showered! I'm still in my pajamas!!!" "It doesn't matter! Plus you smell good~" he says as he smells and kisses your neck while still running. You bury your head on his chest, hiding your blush. 🕶️He knows where you wanted to go, honestly its thanks to his sense of smell. But you still tell him where to go.

🕶️Oh you wanted a stuffed toy that looks like him? Both of you went and play with the claw machine (well both of you know it's rigged...but you still got it!)

🕶️Wanna try out the new cafe? Sure! He only requests you try it with his body fluids, well if you don't want then he won't force you.

🕶️Do you want him to cosplay your husbando/waifu? He gotchu! He knows a cosplay cafe! He can also cook something for you too!

🕶️You wanna spend some sexy time with him? Oh boi he knows a good S&M Club to spend your energy on.

🕶️He's really sweet, he's the type of person that know your desires upon your smell. He knows when you're hungry, when you're angry, and if you're feeling a bit naughty.

🕶️When you fall asleep having a good time, he'd carry you back to the palace to sleep. He'd kiss your forehead/cheek and leave the gifts on your bedside table. "Ah... I'll miss you so much... But I have to go..."

🕶️He'd also leave a matching earring as a gift for you.

Leviathan:

⚰️He's pissed off, he's glaring. How come demons like you? It's unfair.

⚰️A Small demon gave you a gift? "Off with your head!" Barbatos gave you a rose because it looked like you? "Hang!" Glasy looked you from head to toe and almost uttered something sexual? "Get out!" (He was hanged and dragged away LMAO).

⚰️You're alone with Leviathan in his room. He's glaring at you. "W-what's the problem?" you should've kept your mouth shut... "You... How dare you! Han-" "You hang yourself! This is my birthday, stop making a fuss!" You cut Leviathan midway, he was looking shocked, albeit impressed. There was now dead silence but the tables have turned, you're now glaring at Leviathan and he now makes a :o face. "You don't want others giving me gift right?...then make up for it...please?" you said but you were looking away from his eyes. "How dare you...a mere mortal asking a king to make up for what he'd done... Truly you're..." "I won't choke you on bed anymore" you said, glaring at him "....fine meet me in the restaurant tonight at 7... it's not like I planned dinner or something..." (He did)

⚰️So you went to the restaurant he told you about, with the best suit/dress he provided. Suprisingly, he rented the whole restaurant to the both of you.

⚰️He was so beautiful with his suit. You can't feel but envy him (he knows...he can feel it). Well he kinda did apologize for his behavior (no not really), but the ambiance of the restaurant was beautiful enough to forgive him.

⚰️You both ate your favorite food and he slid a gift. You looked at him quizzically. "Open it..." He said. He gave you a bracelet with an intricate design. "A bracelet? It's unlike you to give me something like this... Thank you" a blush appeared in your face. "Oh it's also convertible to a whip see?" He presses the design, and it somehow shine like the color of his hair. In your hands were a silver whip with an intricate design. You couldn't understand how it became a whip, but it was cool.

⚰️Leviathan smirked, looking at you like he finally won. He won the 'best gift award', a competition that was never a competition in the first place.

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livelaughlovesubs · 1 month

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Do you write about michael from whb? If its fine with you, can you write a hc what his going to be as a yandere? Reader could be anything but i prefer if they our normal mc ^^

Oh, alright, so yandere Michael with ra-on as reader? Sure then, I’ll gladly oblige! Sorry that you had to wait so long, but now that the new event came out, I have a pretty good idea how I want to portray him.

Yandere Michael

Warning: dark content, disturbing topics, blood, gore, obsessive behaviour

I headcanon him, like many other angels, to be a total psycho when in love. That’s pretty much canon. The question is just, how crazy would he be?

- he’d never blame you for all your deeds, it’s always the fault of another

- in other words he is doing everything he can to delude himself into thinking this is alright, it’s not against the rules he set for himself

- god wanted him to love you, it was destined to happen

- “you were just so bright, and there was no way to explain it, it must be gods will”

- that’s what he’d say to himself among other things

- if it wasn’t clear enough, he’d kill for you, even his own brothers, except lucifer

- he’d go down to hell and declare war on your favourite king/ noble, his excuse? They were taking you away from him

- you could stop that though, by finally putting him on a leash

- no matter what you did to him, he’d still love you unconditionally, his love would never falter like his faith

- you could do the most unspeakable things to him, treat him as if he was a mere toy, as if he was nothing more than a pretty face

- and he’d thank you for your attention, greeting you with a smile brighter than his halo

- ruin him, mind and body, bruise him or break his leg, he doesn’t care, as long as you keep touching him and give him your full attention

- honestly, you could make him into a devil and he wouldn’t care, rip his wings off and make the blessing of god leave him

- it would make him have an internal crisis, since he isn’t supposed to be like this, but he’d put the blame on someone else

- this man is so prideful a no narcissistic, he only cares about his own feelings, god, lucifer, and now you too

- which is why he doesn’t care about anything else, as long as he gets to feel good and ‘loved’ (even though you are brutalising him) he’s content

- the worst type of of yandere, would totally kidnap you, even if the punishment is amputation

- he is one hell of a nuisance, there is literally no other way to deal with him than locking him up

- otherwise he’ll just keep attacking hell, or kidnap you, or kill other species, no matter how you reprimand him. He got away with it for eons, what makes you think you can change him?

- it’s not like he loves you anyway, he only loves you because you are a replacement for god and his dear brother, only because you are as kind and as forgiving as they used to be

- oh you naive child

- if you don’t lock him up and keep him away, he’ll eventually annihilate the devils, unless luci steps in that is

- but he’ll definitely kidnap you, hats so obvious! He’ll want to keep you all to himself, he’d even make alternations to your body to keep you from leaving

- he has trust issues, remember? All because of god and his lovely older brother

- words alone aren’t enough, he needs to know you can’t leave him, like you mentally and physically can’t

- if you don’t want that, there are two other ways, and that is using what he’d do to you against him

- like if you do restrain him.. keeping him chained like what he did to you, making him be alone for months without knowing when you’ll come back (that’s still the nice way to threat him, trust me)

- then he will finally stop causing harm! Though the second you get him out of the restains, he’ll clench onto you, hold you, tell you how much he loves and missed you, looking up at you with those obsessive eyes of him and a furious blush covering his cheeks, and kill anyone that dares to get close to you two

- which is why I recommend the more inhuman way to treating him if he does become your yandere, unless you love him enough to spend all your time with him, tending to his every need and sacrificing yourself in the process

- rip his other eyes out, watch him scream in agony, call ronove to amputate his arms and legs

- he can shoot lasers out of his hand, I repeat, he can shoot those out of his fingertips

- make him disabled, enough that he become a weak and helpless animal that can’t do anything to threaten anyone

- oh, I forgot to mention but rip his wings too, he shouldn’t be able to fly

- once you did all of this, maybe cut off his tongue while you are at it, he tends to have a foul mouth

- who knows, maybe he can shoot lasers from there too?

- honestly, it will be hard to keep him alive at this point, but if you still desire to do so, Welp, congratulations, he is totally harmless now!

- and as soon as he hears you enter his room, his cheeks will turn red and sounds of joy would escape his throat

- what a joke he is, he still ‘loves’ you so dearly after all you did huh?

- God, do you see this? This is the result of your action, unyielding love and affection from those beings that called themselves pure, how amazing

#whb #what in hell is bad #dark content #whb fanfic #micheal whb #whb michael #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #Michael as a yandere yuhuuu #I got a little too into it if you couldn’t tell

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cherry-pop-elf · 3 months

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A Moment Of Peace

Morax x Chronic Pain Reader

Requested by Anon

You suffer from chronic pain, and that doesn’t help when you are in hell. You just wish to have a moments peace, and your designated nurse offers a idea

Warnings: 18+ ((gore wise)) talks of pain, chronic pain, gore, mental health, also it’s What In Hell Is Bad so is gonna be heavy in its sexual tones. NO ACTUAL SEX THO-!

Writing Commissions open

“Child of Solomon-?” You heard him knock, before entering the bedroom you were given. It wasn’t quite your speed, but it’s better than nothing. Very…..Red. Red and well….Yeah it’s a room Lucifer would give you. At least it was very comfy. Snuggled into a bed that was built for an orgy than a single person. Least it made it less suffocating, when you are trapped to lay there for hours at a time. All the free space to stretch, and make things work to exist.

“Come in, Morax.” You called, as you cuddled into one of the pillows. The stress of everything was finally catching up to you, and your body was suffering. Even in hell, you still could never find words to describe it. The aches, the burning, the existing. It’s hard, but Morax was the one demon that can grasp it. The designated healer, who has seen more than any one should. Demon, or not. It’ll take a toll.

“Ah, there you are. I figured. I could feel the heat of your nerves from half way across the castle-“ He announced, as he would come to your bed. There were books in his bandaged fingers, and a tray of sweets with drinks. You were very confused by it, as your stomach was not ready for such a thing. Your stomach was twisting and turning, not to mention lake of motivation at all to consume. Yet, he’s never shown incompetence with the field of medical care. Had you curious.

He was soon sitting next to you, in a chair by your bed, as he set the tray on the table. He was also working his clothes off. As if that’s a surprise, but even Morax had more politeness than this. He didn’t completely strip. Couldn’t if he tried, since he was soaked in bandages. Left to his shorts, and wrappings. Blood forever seeping through, and gore to be mush under the texture. That one working eye looking down at you, and holding so much emotion in it. He seemed excited even. Those hands would claps together, as you watched him. Holding your pillow so tightly.

How it was utterly fascinating to look at him. How you have seen him taken on so much pain, yet keep going. Acting like everything was fine. How familiar. For once, someone could genuinely understand your perspective. How much it sucked. Course, you couldn’t help but feel dramatic about it. Given you’ve seen under those wraps. The missing flesh, the gouged eye, the scars, blood, cuts, bruises, the falling out organs, all of it. Yet, he never dared compared. Your pain was just as real, to him, as the blood soaking the bandage over his empty socket.

“As you know, I take on the burdens of those with wounds and pain. Hence why I have not healed my own, as they are constantly being fresh-“ He begins, as if you didn’t know this already. He was still the smarter of the demons, so you didn’t say anything. You knew he was going somewhere, but your brain was just so foggy. You could hardly hear him honestly. It’s just a blur of noise, and ringing from the pain. Seemed he was aware of it, as he was soon silent. Allowing himself to let actions speak louder than words.

Before you knew it, he snuck into bed with you. Not a first, by many demons, but a first for him. You were about to question it, before you suddenly held immense clarity. It was like a thick blanket was lifted off of you. Your heart wasn’t ringing in your ears. Your breathing was steady. Your limbs didn’t tingle. You could actually comprehend the world around you. It was beyond words. You didn’t know such a feeling was possible. You were, for a moment, normal.

“So warm-“ You heard him mutter, as he was snuggling you. He couldn’t deny the comfort it gave him. A beautiful excuse to hog you all to himself, while everyone else had to go do important demon stuff. He was able to hug you, smell you, even taste you. It was worth taking all your chronic pain, and holding it. It was so worth it. How his fingers were dancing across your skin, and his breath inhaling you. Savoring the scent of human, with ancient magic. It was delicious, and sweet.

“It doesn’t cure it, does it?” You had to ask, as he shook his head. Figured. Makes sense. There were demons born without limbs, and he couldn’t exactly give them limbs back. They were born with it, so the body was forced to function as such. A default, if you will. Regardless, you were hugging him tightly. Just thanking him in your own way. Swore the bastard might jizz himself if you held him too tightly. He’s earned it, in your defense. His eye out right fluttered, as you held him tightly.

“Whenever there is a moments rest, between this war, I hope this can bring you some peace. I know I can not offer perfection, but I’ll be heaven bound if I do not try.” He said, as you were squeezing him tightly. It was mind numbing to have your body not be in this constant pain. You knew this would still be a drop in the bucket for Morax, but in a morbid way it was nice. Nice to know you weren’t burdening him with this. That he got a relief, in your stolen pain. pretty sure the bastard har to have developed a kink for this by now. Had to.

"New order, you sleep with me now.” You demanded, as you were going to get your use out of him. He held zero arguments, was giddy if anything, when you gave that command. How he snuggled into your neck, to inhale more of your sweet human scent. Seeming to be in his own pure heaven, well hell, by such actions. Now you knew why he brought the books and snacks. So you could actually enjoy a quiet moment, that he’ll hardly provided. He found a way to give you peace. He really did it. He found a way, in this madness.

You would grab one of the books, as your other hand would rub his back. To try and give him some emotional support all the same. To show him how grateful you were. Oh sex was so on the table for him. You knew damn well you COULD enjoy sex, even more, with him. Given the physical content meant he took your pain away, leaving you in true pleasure. That had you excited. You had so much energy again. The world was your oyster.

For now, though, you were going to finally enjoy something so many people took for granted. You found yourself a comfortable position to snuggle him in, and started to read. Actually able to focus on the words, and feel the pages in your fingers. The brain fog finally gone, as you snuggled him. How wild that your pain was also his pleasure, as it finally gave him an excuse to get a nap in as well. To heal his own wounds, he has taken for others. Your pain was his excuse.

This was going to be your new normal, and you were excited for it. To have clarity, and be able to focus again. To read the book, and study up more on hell, while Morax finally was getting rest. To finally get some healing done, while you could have a moments rest from the pain. To comprehend the sounds around you, like the distant rumbles of hell shifting and turning. The smell of fire, wine, and death. The textures of the blankets. You could actually be in the moment.

Despite how much energy it gave you, the escape from pain just made you crave sleep. Real sleep. Out like a light you were, with lying against Morax. How your body curled against his, and his arms tangled around you. The book left to be open next to you, drinks emptied, food eaten, and just at peace. Knocked out cold, and having a deep slumber. No tossing and turning from muscle spasms, and no nightmares from the anxiety and pain. You were resting, and with someone all the same.

It was peaceful. You had peace, for the first time in your life. Morax was truly your savior, and he deserved proper rewards for it. After you BOTH got a well deserved nights rest. A tangle of limbs, soft breathing, and the sounds of hell. All to lull you into dreams of hope, prosperity, and joy.

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nemzd · 1 month

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Purification and Order in a plave no diffrent then hell~

Part:01 /??

You were praying, like any child of the lord would. You were peacefully praying and prasing the Lord in your prayers when suddenly a weird head was poking from the celling.Even though you saw the entity you just continued your prayers and closed yours.. which shocked the entity.. but he had a small smirk, seeming well.. pleased in a way... the entity waited til your prayers were done.. then you spoke..

You: State your business, otherwise leave this house immidieatly.

....

???: You speak very weirdly Mortal... but you seem to speak with Authority... oh well, your no diffrent from the other sinners, so just die..

He pulls out a scythe and pointed it at you, you looked unfazed at him as his scythe was pointed, and right when he was about to slice you in half you.. began to glow.. and you smilled. You finally opened your eyes.. and saw.. a being.. that resembled a .. Angel?... You were slightly alerted.. of the Angel Entity.

???:.. God has left heaven.. but is in the presence of this human?..WHY!??!

...

You just looked at him in shock.. what did he speak about ? God would never leave heaven alone and this is something he would promise!

As you had those thoughts the Angel Entity grabbed your wrist and said.

???: I will take you to heaven and the Lord will finally return!

...

He said so with a crazed face and you couldnt even think a thought before a hit to your neck was given and you fell unconcious....

???: How could the Lords presence be with a simple useless and sinful mortal... .. once this mortal wakes up... this person will have to answer some question when I return in heaven.

...

All you saw was.. black.. nothing could be seen.. but then you woke up and jerked up opening your eyes and as sweat fell down your face, you looked around the place you have been put and saw chains around your wrist and you seemed to be in a room, on a bed ... high dosis of light and honestly a bit to much white on the walls but it was safe to say that you were nervous to say what was going to happen to you but your faith in the lord was strong which is why you stayed strong.

After some time.. someone knocked..... you were very nervous and had small dosis of fear, you quickly begged for the lords mercy and protection over you...

???: Under normal circumstances I would have said to safe your prayers as the lord has left heaven... but you seem to be quite the blessed individual.. more so then us..

You just looked at the being... he also was in some way ... a bit radiating?... But you paid no mind to it...

You:... Who are you and where am I?

The diffrent Angel Entity just looked at you and then began to talk...

???:.. My name is Archangel Micheal.. one of the 3 Seraphs of heaven.. and you.. are in heaven, blessed chosen mortal from the Lord.

....

You just looked schocked at the...Angel?... this was.. Archangel Micheal.. the one who fought and kicked out Satan from heaven itself... Micheal.. The Angel of Light.

(Cliffhanger!)

First of all I dont know the whole Story so sorry if there are some errors in the narratives, but I hope its just about right. If this story does get attention from you all, I will continue to write another part for the Story and so on as the idea

Also I wanted to write a long time so I hope ya enjoyed this story, have fun and if ya want more of this just ask for it.

#what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad x reader #what is bad in hell purification #whb mc #whb #whb x reader #x reader #x malereader #x female reader #x fem!reader #female yn #female y/n #male y/n

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elatedfool · 2 months

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their kisses are the ones that stole your breath away, the ones that are spontaneous, sudden, also unexpectedly long that it has you gasping for oxygen when they finally let go, their eyes gleaming with mirth at the dazed look in your eyes.

and they didn't care about who sees, where you're currently standing, what time is it—they just need to have their lips against yours, or your skin, doesn't really matter—they just need to kiss you silly or they'll lose five years of their lifespan.

[ʚ♡ɞ] wriothesley, heizou, itto, beelzebub, kaveh, sampo, aventurine, childe, ayato, jing yuan, satan, mammon, leraye, rafayel + your faves <3

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jazeswhbhaven · 4 months

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Have you finished all chapters of whb already? I did and I can't wait for chapter 5!! The cliffhanger in chapter 4 is driving me crazy, but for now I think chapter 5 might come out next year since now we have the Beelzebub story, and they mentioned about a Christmas event which I'm assuming only happens right after Beelzebub's event is over, I don't think they'll crash any of their stories tgt but I really can't wait😭😭

Yes I am caught up!!! After seeing the announcement that Chapter 5 is coming in January we can finally see what's going to happen with MC, and I am d y i n g to see whose H-scenes we're getting next. *crosses fingers for Levi or Barb or Foras....even if we get Glas that would be wild to see* So it seems also that Christmas event (hype hype guys it's literally tomorrow) is gonna be the angel banner, the new stuff for Dark Sanct. and a mini-game! So merry x-mas to us!

#jwhbasks❓#whb #what in hell is bad #whb hades bois 💜#ahhhhh this is going to be good

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rimeiii · 9 months

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Forget your tears - be brave, and fall asleep (WHB Belial x MC)

Revisited the chapter 8 Mephisto boss fight (and by extension the second phase BGM Lullabye) because the recent trailer for Arknights anime season 2, Perish in Frost, had a tiny snippet of it that maybe sent the entire fandom into a frenzy. Then I remember seeing a post speculating about the effects of the seed of the fruit of knowledge on a human with the most angst-filled HC in which it turns the human into an ally of the angels. And thus, this was born.

Also served as a distraction to the entire PM situation so...yeah. Apologies for any shit writing.

Tags: GN Reader x WHB Belial. Written before launch, so prepare for lore inaccuracies. Angst. Likely not proofread. Also it's been a while since I last wrote something and this is my first rodeo with reader insert so...

Title is taken from the English translated lyrics to Lullabye from the Arknights OST!

Belial had always associated music with comfort.

Ever since he'd lost his voice to the angels when he was young, he'd always experienced nightmares. Try as he might, no matter how much he actively attempted to suppress the memories of that day, they'd return to him when his psyche was at its most susceptible. Like a monster laying in wait, these memories would remain dormant - deceptively harmless, until they'd viciously resurface in his unconscious mind.

He'll always remember. The agony of his vocal cords getting burnt away, the searing pain in his throat as his voice is completely annihilated, the demons of Paradise Lost regretfully telling him there was nothing they could do about his voice.

The way his heart ached unbearably harshly as he is beset upon the realization that he is effectively rendered mute. The soul-crushing realization that he can no longer sing, melodies and lyrics becoming nothing more than ideas locked in his mind. The deep despair as it dawned on him that he could no longer communicate effectively with anyone.

Pain made way to sadness, to the despair of loss, to anger at the angels.

Belial was young, at the time. Impulsive and perhaps a little bit rash, fueled by wrath towards the beings that stripped him of his voice. A wrath so uncontrollable that even with Jjyu doing his utmost best to keep Belial's anger in check, residual traces of his wrath remain.

Perhaps it was an effect of Satan's influence on the demons of Gehenna. Perhaps his anger was just that potent. Perhaps, he was angry at how he never obtained a peaceful rest.

But either way, Belial's turbulent emotions remained - until Solomon arrived and managed to quell his raging emotions.

Solomon came with a song. A lullaby, a song to soothe a troubled soul. Though the melody seems anything but - a melancholic melody in a tongue Belial is unfamiliar with, yet carries with it the sorrow of a protector in the night. Silent, yet steadfast, always ready to be a sanctuary.

It was enough for his restless heart to grow calm.

Even after Solomon left, there remains a recording of Solomon singing the lullaby. It always became a source of a comfort for Belial, a brief calm within the turbulent storm that was their war against the angels. And it has become his way to remember his beloved Solomon, the only being in the entire universe to be able to calm his restless heart.

It was his main source for comfort, at this point.

The very first time Belial heard someone else sing the very lullaby that only exists in recordings, it was sung by Solomon's descendant, (Y/N).

It was late, while they were settling down for the night. They were changing into their sleepwear in Belial's room, who was bundled up in the covers while beckoning them towards him. And unconsciously, perhaps due to the comfort of the darkness surrounding them, they started humming that familiar tune.

Immediately, Belial grew still. Is that...

Fortunately, Jjyu was quick to pick up on Belial's confusion, as usual.

"Hey, that song..." Jjyu murmured, quiet and shaky, breaking the fragile silence of the night. Seeing that he caught their attention, he continued his question. "How do you know it?"

"Hm? Oh, my parents used to sing it to me whenever I couldn't sleep, back when I was a kid." (Y/N) replied. Belial noted the slightly subdued delivery of their statement and immediately sat up straight, scooting over to create more space for them.

"It's been a long time since I last heard them sing, but it has always stuck with me up 'til now, y'know?" (Y/N) laughed weakly as they settled down beside Belial. They snuggled closer to Belial, nuzzling their head into the crook of his neck, savoring his warmth and presence. "Even after they're long gone, I still remember their voices, and the lullaby."

"Where are they now?" Jjyu asked, even though both he and Belial had a feeling they knew what was coming next.

A sad, rueful smile made its way onto (Y/N)'s lips.

"Gone."

Immediately, Belial wrapped his arm around (Y/N), giving their shoulder a comforting squeeze. I'm sorry.

"It's been years, Beli. I'm fine now." They replied. He noted the slight tinge of grief in their voice but refused to comment further on it, seeing as they diverted the conversation to another topic. "Why did you ask about the song, though?"

"Solomon used to sing that lullaby whenever Belial would get nightmares." Jjyu supplied easily. "It would calm him down after one."

(Y/N) hummed contemplatively. "I'm probably not as good as Solomon, but if you want, I don't mind singing for you if you get any more nightmares, Beli."

Jjyu looked like he was uncertain, however one look at Belial must have showed how the other demon was truly thankful for the offer. Because while Solomon's singing was the one that calmed him down all those years ago, he still thought the way (Y/N) hummed the lullaby in question is soothing and beautiful in its own right. And, because of that, he decided he wanted to hear them sing.

"Thank you, (Y/N). We'll take you up on that offer."

(And hey, at least Jjyu isn't being an asshole for once.)

There's a lot to be said about the significance of music, especially for someone like Belial, who loves and appreciates all the intricacies that came with music and its structure.

The lullaby he'd always come to associate with comfort had also become associated with (Y/N), the human who had won over his heart. They sang it with such profound emotion, sorrow and solace blending into a heartrending harmony, so similar yet so unlike how Solomon used to sing it to him. It was soulful, soothing, and calming all at once.

It was so unlike the way they sing it now, consumed by the heavenly powers and transmogrified into a heavenly being, becoming a berserk "angel" hell-bent on killing the very people they once considered friends.

(Jjyu would prefer calling whatever they transformed into as a monster. Belial would be inclined to agree - if not for the fact it was (Y/N) they were talking about.)

Their voice is raw, broken and distorted. Rage, anguish, anger, and despair, all intermixed into a cacophony of grating noises. It was so unlike the charming and beautiful voice Belial was used to, and it hurts.

It hurts, because he knows why (Y/N) turned into this heavenly being in the first place. Because he knows they sacrificed themself, offered themself up to keep the demons safe. Knows, that even if it meant they were to die, they were willing to give up their life for the demons they have grown to cherish.

And yet Belial, still stuck in denial, desperately searches their eyes for any sign of the human he had grown affectionate towards. A spark of life, a hint of familiarity, something, anything-

Nothing. There is nothing.

They are unfamiliar in his eyes. A husk of their former self, blazing a warpath of complete and utter annihilation of Hell and its denizens.

Was this what (Y/N) meant when they told me to gain the strength needed to kill them?

His allies are all too far away from him. Satan made his orders clear, no matter how painful it was for them all - kill (Y/N).

He has a clear shot at the moment. Though their movements are erratic, they often remain still for long periods of time - exhaustion, perhaps, due to taking up a form they are not used to. Yet they continue singing, as if it could relieve some of the pain and anguish their forced transformation has caused them.

And Belial remembers.

He remembers them singing to him until he falls asleep.

He remembers the comfort from their voice, singing to him such a familiar lullaby.

He remembers them, eventually recording themself singing the lullaby and giving the recording to him.

So similar, yet so different to how she's singing it right now.

He can't bear seeing them suffer in a fate worse than death, nor can he bear hearing the lullaby, now distorted beyond belief. So he takes aim despite his tears, aims the muzzle of his sniper rifle at their forehead...

BLAM!

They crumple into the ground in a heap, before immediately turning to dust.

Belial sobs, and Jjyu wails with him, the pair of them unable to retrieve any trace of their prior existence.

And the lullaby, a song he associated with comfort once upon a time, is now identic of anguish, of the loss of a loved one.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #whb #whb belial #whb belial x reader

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i tried to do something here, i swear. drabble inspired by @etheries1015 's idea. special thanks to my dear @livelaughlovesubs for proofreading and helping me with this one, ily (🥹🫶✨). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 878 words, angsty themes, reader is sad bc they feel objectified by the demons.

“why...?”

that was the question that lingered in your head the most. stuck in a sea of misery and hardship that only you could freely navigate and easily drown in.

there was no other way to share the pain of your most incessant storms of thoughts, not when no one there present seemed to care about your mental well-being.

of course, they cared about you, or that's what you wanted to conclude from times when they truthfully helped you. from the moment satan decided to take you to hell to bring minhyeok back, through the various moments in which you needed the different essences of demons and humans to survive, to when your life seemed to be in danger and they were there to rescue or save you… it was all certainly nice, feeling loved on those occasions.

however, all those memories only led to the same point, making you feel like nothing was right that morning. has it ever even been?

they could sing to the winds and swear to hell that they appreciated you, they loved you, that you were the most important person to them. yet, why didn't anyone seem to care about you?

firstly, the elephant in the room, you were the only living descendant of the much acclaimed and beloved –plus dead– solomon. a man who seemed to leave such a great mark on both hell and heaven. your ancestry unknowingly condemned you to a life of pain, unbridled lust, and way more.

someone who said that he saw you as his own child, but that he never seemed to be there for you or understand you in the face of your deepest sorrows.

and, then there was what certainly shrank your heart the most, took the air from your lungs, and made you a mere vessel of what you once could be.

“aren’t i worth more than my body? do they just see me as a sex toy? a pretty face and body to own and use as they please?”

you wanted and implored that the answer to all of that was no, that they didn't see you as such. but how could you convince yourself of that if they only seemed to mind about your physical appearance? they were indeed interested in your personality, especially when you showed one of their sins in front of them, and yet no one seemed to know your favorite color, food, music, or animal.

questions that if strangers in the human world had asked you’d have been somewhat uncomfortable. after all, who asks those nowadays?

and, here you were now, wishing that one of the many demons there would take even the slightest curiosity in you to ask such things.

“was it so difficult to ask about your favorite weather? what is your favorite type of tea? what is your favorite book? what is your favorite dessert?”

“was it so difficult to feel any interest in your damn tastes?”

there was a time when anger resided like a parasite in your hot veins for every time those thoughts plagued your mind. an arduous sensation that made you want to harm those who unconsciously hurt you so much in the same way.

but, that was already something in the past. now you could only completely shut up and look at the ground. anger is replaced by sadness, deep, drowning sadness. long nights in tears and full days in pain. but, no one seemed to notice, and if they did they didn't even ask about it.

“would it cost that much to care?”

it was a slow realization process. a clear decomposition of your spirits, your feelings, of you as a being. you didn't even know if you really cared about saving this already damned place, or if you even wanted to go home... home. your home...

and so a single tear fell from your eye, one that you didn't think even thought existed in your weakened body.

minhyeok... would he still be waiting for you? would he even be alive once you got back? would he welcome you with a plate of your favorite food? a bouquet? a hug…?

the only one who understood and knew you. how would he react if he saw you like this? he would surely care for you like a mama bear. taking your temperature, cooking and feeding you, telling you how silly yet precious you are, giving you all that love that you crave so much.

a smile, a weak smile on your lips appeared at the memories of your best friend. how much you missed him day after day, longing to return to the home that was his arms. the warmth that only he knew how to bring to everything around him, including you. the thousand and one apologies he deserved from you.

so much, and for nothing, because you were still there among demons until everything was over... and, that was if they later deigned to let you go, something that you were not even sure was possible.

you doubted that after all that chaos they’d let you leave their side. knowing them, they would even lock you up if that kept you close to them. just a mere creature trapped in the vile clutches of thirsty beasts.

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WHB Incorrect quotes#6 WING-MAN

Jiyu: You mind if I slyly mention that you’re fuckin' single?

Belial: Please Do not do that...

Jiyu: You won’t even bloody fuckin' notice!

Mc, entering: Oh Belial there you are! I got two for one on animal-shaped jellies! Want one?

Jiyu: Belial is single!

Belial:...

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Modern AU with the WHB Kings

In a world wherein the Kings weren't devils, and that you weren't the great granddaughter/grandson of Solomon, how would they meet you?

Warnings: harassing man on Beelzebub's, unhinged woman and knife on Leviathan's part, cursing/profanity. Gender-neutral pronouns were used. Reader is of legal age and working. Yes, I'm sorry if I have favoritism on Beel's.

a/n: I don't usually post WHB in a scheduled manner so I'm really sorry to those who wait for me. Requests are open tho! But I would like to warn that I can't post early T.T

Satan

🩸He was a gym owner and coach near your area. He always wears a white jumpsuit that compliments his eyes.

🩸You noticed that you were gaining a bit of weight and wanted to try out the gym near your area.

🩸When you entered and paid the fee, the gym was empty the time you came. The gym was well maintained, there were also lockers and shower area.

🩸You were looking around the gym equipment, and you decided to try one but... You didn't know how to, but you tried to use it still. "You're not supposed to use it that way, you're supposed to hold the cord then pull" A long haired guy (did i mention fluffy hair) with a white tracksuit said. "I- uh... Sorry thanks" you sheepishly said "I'd rather appreciate it if you ask for help rather than destroying my equipment" he chuckled. "By the way, the name is Satan, and you are?" Satan extended a hand for a handshake. "Y/n" you shaked hands with Satan. "Sorry about that... I'm new to these things... Is it alright if you teach me with these equipment?" You shyly asked. "No" he said with a grin. "W-wha?! But you sai-" "Hah, I'm kidding, alright where do you wanna start? I'm also a coach btw. I train and have sessions every other day. Wanna sign up?" "Not yet, I just wanna familiarize myself first with the equipment and the atmosphere." "Alright, just don't go breaking my shit alright" "I-i said I'm sorry!" you playfully smacked him. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

🩸You realized how good Satan was in becoming the owner and coach. He had several rules over the gym.

🩸He often got pissed whenever people were flirting in the gym epecially to you. You sometimes hear his teeth gnash.

🩸People love him, even children and elderly! Who knew his gym would be filled with various people.

Mammon

🪙You were a fresh graduate applying to one of the biggest companies specializing in technology; Tartaros.

🪙You were in the Lobby of Tartaros, and asked the receptionist where the Human Resource Department was for your interview.

🪙When the receptionist told you the directions, you hurried towards the elevator and somehow bumped into something...no... Someone.

🪙You bumped into a tall buff guy with black hair and gold eyes. His eyes were really mesmerizing enough for you to stare instead of apologizing.

🪙When you realized you were staring, you bowed your head and apologized. "It's alright, I apologize also" he said and you somehow hear the warmth through his deep voice.

🪙You noticed that he dropped his wallet, and you wanted to return it so you followed him.

🪙He went to the elevator, you went to another elevator. He walked towards one of the hallways, you also walked. You were trying to get his attention by saying "Sir!" but your voice wasn't loud enough for him to hear you.

🪙He stopped in front of an office and went in. You saw him go in another room inside the office room. You were trying to catch his attention and ran to him but one of his attendants with a stingy face stopped you. "What business do you have with Mr. Mammon?" The guy with the stingy face said. "Wha- who? I was just going to return his wallet since it fell!" You explained "Yeah that's right, I heard that excuse many times. Off you go, you just want a promotion do you?" He shooed you off but his co-worker stopped him. "Sorry to break it to you, Bimet, but I don't think they're an employee" the guy with a gold hair with eye patch said. "Sorry about that, you said you wanted to return Mr. Mammon's wallet?" The guy faced you and asked you. "I don't know his name but... The guy with black hair and a bit buff and yeah i think he went there!" you pointed at the room Mammon went. The guy with gold hair chuckled, "I'll accompany you to Mr. Mammon's office." The guy knocked on the office and said "Mr. Mammon, someone is here to talk to you", you looked at him and he whispered "it's better if you return it to him personally, he's a nice guy don't worry". The other person replied "Ah Valefor, please do let them in".

🪙The guy, Valefor, opened the door for you and you went inside. It was only you and Mammon. "Oh you..." "Um... You dropped your wallet when I bumped into you. I was trying to gain your attention but you didn't hear me many times. I'm just going to return it." You said "Oh, thanks. You can have what's inside." Mammon said. "What?" You exclaimed "You can have what's inside" "No, I cannot. I don't want to" "But you were nice enough to return it." "Yes, but I can't accept it." "Really? You don't want it?" "I'd rather earn the money by hard work. Thank you for being nice though. But I cannot accept this" you returned the wallet and bowed to him. "May I have your name, at least and the department?" "Y/n, oh and I don't work here. Oh drat! I forgot my interview!! This was nice and all but I have to go, thank you Mr.?" "Mammon, call me Mammon." "Thank you Mr. Mammon!" You returned the wallet.

🪙When Mammon checked the contents of the wallet, he did see that there were no finger prints inside and the money and cards were intact. He was really sure to reward you. He made a call to the HR department, telling them to hire you. "Hi! Sorry I'm late for the interv-" "Are you y/n?" "Y-yes I am" "You're hired." "What. Wait what about the interview?" "You should thank Mr. Mammon" "Uhm. I hate to ask but... Who is exactly Mr. Mammon?" "Oh he's the CEO of Tartaros" "HUH?"

🪙You thanked Mammon again and now you're working for him. His company was really nice and non-toxic (well except for the Money grabbing attendant of Mr. Mammon).

🪙You were seeing him every now and then and you'd wish to experience more dealings with him in the future.

Beelzebub

🕶️You were referred as a bartender in a club by your friend Naberius. You were working there for about a month now and met wonderful co-workers and even customers.

🕶️You met the Chief and Acting Owner Bael who taught you with the drinks, rules, and policies. Amon, one of the chill security. Surprisingly, your friend Naberius was the chief security and receptionist of the VIP area. Lastly, Stolas, one of the security who was easily mad but is cute.

🕶️In the Avisos Club, there were two areas. First is the common area, where folks drink alcohol, mingle with people, dance a little and even flirt. Then there was also a VIP area that also works as a 5 star S&M hotel. Getting in the VIP area was really hard, but VIPs will have their own room and they can do anything in that room (using their money ofc). Most guests use it as an intimate or S&M area (yes toys are also for sale there). Some also use it as a high stake gambling area.

🕶️You mostly work at the common area to avoid weird requests, but you also share a fair share of chaotic situations in the common area.

🕶️Oh boy, today is not going to be your day. One guy kept flirting with you while making his bloody mary, how you wished to make his head a bloody mary. "*Whistles* Oh baby you look hot today, why don't I take you out today and drink some of yours; I take both males and females if that's your concern" "Nope sorry. Just drink this bloody mary instead." You were trying to keep it together. "Awww but I wanna have fun with you." he insisted "Rule Number 6 in Avisos Club, when a person says no, it means No." You replied while cleaning your work area. "Rules are made to be broken~ Come on, just a drink with me please~" He somehow grabbed your shoulder, and you were on the other side of the bar. "Sir, I respectfully ask you to remove your hand and leave me alone, or I will call security" "Yeah as if security will stop me, come on just one drink with me" "Three" "Two" "That won't work on me, you cant threaten me bab-" He noticed someone grabbed his shoulder "Hmm if I remember correctly, customers aren't allowed to harass, let alone to a bartender, no?" A guy with light blonde hair with yellow and green eyes said, he looked pretty but his smile looked so deadly. "Fuck off, can't you see I'm flirting with this guy/girl. And you're not my ty-" the guy grabbed him by the collar and removed him from you and made him sit on his seat. "What the, what's the big dea-"

🕶️The timing made you press the red button under the bar, signaling the security. Security will come in a few minutes.

🕶️The guy put a hand over the mouth of the person harassing you and looked at you instead "Oh! You're quite new here aren't you? My my, now I understand why this jackass was forcing you, you look handsome/beautiful!" the guy with the light blonde hair said. "Thank you I guess? Oh and you're correct, I just started this job a month ago" "Oho, Bael did a good job hiring you, I heard you also make good drinks and food, by the way the name is Beelzebub" "I'm y/n, thank you for helping me btw, and ah.. well I like making drinks and cooking so uh.. hehe I really like this job so I make sure I do my best!" you sheepishly said "Aww, I can see that, keep it up!" he said.

🕶️Security came and somehow the guy harassing you had a handkerchief on his mouth and his hands were tied. Huh did beel do that?

🕶️When you talked to the security about the guy, you told them what he did and beelzebub did. "Oh yeah also this guy, Beelzebub, he helped me wi-" Naberius cut you off "DID YOU SAY BEELZEBUB?" "huh? Yeah he's right here...oh he's gone..." you noticed there was a note under the glass he drank. "You make drinks that are unlike any other! Oh and that grilled cheese was delightful! I'll make sure Bael knows about this... But not today though! Try to keep this a secret okay? :3" You mentally facepalmed why saying sorry in your mind. "Uhm.. Naberius... Not to be dumb but... Who is Beelzebub?" "HE'S THE OWNER OF AVISOS BAR! HE WAS HERE?!" You noticed how this was making a scene, not to mention Amon and stolas as well as Bael was coming towards you "I... Yeah? Very light blonde short hair on the front, with green and yellow eyes, and pretty? Yeah? Oh with long earrings and necklace too?? Oh he's the owner..." You were shocked "He always wanders off and let's me do all the job here... He'll pay for this!!!" Bael said "He said you did a good job hiring me and... He liked the drinks and food" "Oh. Looks like you're going to be promoted soon. Keep it up then. As for him... That demonic person... When I get my hands on him he'll pay tenfold!!!" Everyone was devastated that they missed Beelzebub.

🕶️You kept seeing Beelzebub in the club every now and then. Both of you shared stories and you can see that he's really fond of you.

🕶️He always wants you to keep it a secret whenever he's there tho.

Leviathan

⚰️You were an office worker with an 8 to 5 job. Your co-workers invited you to a club after the anniversary of your company. Somehow the name of the bar was quite familiar to you, but you couldn't remember the significance.

⚰️The club wasn't really your thing, some of your office mates mingled, some drank and you were sitting with your phone in your hands. You somehow had an uncomfortable, eerie feeling that someone was watching you.

⚰️You tried to brush off that feeling and went to the bar. You sat beside a guy with light colored hair, you noticed that he was looking pretty.

⚰️You didn't notice that you were staring at him for too long and he looked back at you. "Didn't you mother taught you that it's rude to stare?" He said while glaring at you. You apologized and sheepishly looked away.

⚰️You ordered your drink and somehow you still feel that someone was staring. Until one lady approached you and started flirting with you. "Hey sweetie? You alone? I've been looking at you for quite some time now. How about I accompany you, hmm?" She was being a bit touchy, she put her hand in yours and you retracted. "Ah no, I've got some friends there, I don't need accompanying thank you" you politely declined as she was making you uncomfortable. "Now now sweetie, I know you need company, don't resist now" "Um. Sorry I'll politely refuse." "I said you need company. Don't refuse me sweetie" you were looking at her weirdly. "No. Sorry..." "I said, YOU DO NEED COMPANY" that's when the unhinged woman threatened you with a knife. "Heard of the phrase 'no means no'?" the pretty light haired guy beside you spoke. "Hah who cares about what other people think, what is important is what I think, and that's why shut up!" she was becoming deranged. "Who told you that you can talk to me, huh? 'Fuck off'? How about you fuck off." it was all too fast, the light haired guy pinned the deranged woman in the bar table. He showed his badge which says 'F.B.I.' "The name's Leviathan, undercover agent of the FBI. Thank you for being useful and luring this deranged woman into showing her true self. She has already killed 60 innocent lives. She often goes to this club but she always use her money to make the owners shut up" he said as he handcuffed the woman. "If you ever become stupid enough and get lured and need help, call this in the future." He gave you his business card and you accepted.

⚰️Thank Heavens you did, because apparently you were a magnet for trouble. You often call his number every now and then. "Who knew a person like you would be wanted by many criminals that I kept track of." "What does that suppose to mean?!" "Nothing. I'll treat you today for making my life easier than it is." "I- well fine! I won't hold back with the food!"

⚰️You someone noticed how Leviathan was pretty but really serious. He also says what he thinks in his head which made you so irritated.

⚰️Needless to say your interactions become more frequent as he was a FBI agent and you're a magnet for trouble.

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2021 FULL (?) MASTERLIST

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WHERE HAPPINESS BEGINS - PETER PARKER (repost)

Chapter Seven - Love Her

//WHB Masterlist// Slight re-write from the original; rest of the story on @petertingle-yipyip//

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 5,340

Summary: Despite it all, Y/N tries to help Peter get her dad’s plane back. In the middle of it, Peter realizes that even though he hasn’t known her ofr that long, he might love her. But does Y/N feel the same? And would Peter believe if she does?

It was a blur to Peter, trying to stop the plane. He couldn’t seem to focus. He knew what he had to do, but everytime he saw you out the corner of his eye, he’d forget where he was. You were still mad, he could tell that much. The anger practically radiated off of you, even through your suit. But you were there with him - helping him - and even looking out for him. How could he focus when there was so much else going on around him?

“Please turn! Please turn! Please turn!” Peter yelled as he pulled on the plane, trying to direct it away from the city. You helped from the side, using everything your suit could muster to push the giant metal bird away from the buildings.

“Are you even trying, Peter?” You yelled in frustration as little progress was being made.

“What!?” Peter replied, though both voices were lost in the wind. Peter’s web snapped, sending him nearly falling to his likely death. He caught the wing of the plane, holding on tight. Your heart stopped for a second until you saw him catch himself. “That was close.” Peter sighed in relief. His relief quickly faded as he saw the plane approaching the pier.

The plane hit the sand with a jolting crash. You let go of your hold on the plane, grabbing Peter off the wing and hitting the beach. You two rolled, losing each other on impact. Your bones ached, the impact jarring you enough to make your ears ring. You tried to shake it off, but you couldn’t. It lingered, like a little bell inside your head.

“Are you okay?” You asked Peter, unsure of how loud you were. The flames from the crash surrounded you, causing you to sweat inside your suit.

“Multiple contusions detected. Possible re-break of several ribs and early concussion symptoms recognized. Sensory clarification systems engaged. Do you want me to contact Mr. Stark?” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out in your mask.

“Not yet.” You said, your voice raspy from trying to yell over the wind and the altitude. “I want to handle this on my own... I can do this.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Peter.” You said again, his eyes locked on the flaming remains of the plane. You knelt next to him, shaking him lightly to get his attention.

He spun quickly when he felt your hand on him and you had to calm him quickly. “It’s just me! Hey, it’s me!”

“Oh.” He sighed in relief as he pulled his mask from his face and tossed it aside. “You okay?”

“I’m in a suit of armor. I’m asking you if you’re okay.” You kept your smile down.

“I’m uh, I’m alive, so that counts. Right?”

“Sure.” You nodded fondly. “That counts.”

Little did you know Peter’s ears were ringing just as fierce as yours were, if not worse. Every word you spoke to him was muffled. He was starting to wonder if his enhanced senses were making his ringing even worse. Dizzily, he pushed himself to his feet and spun a couple of times, trying to find Toomes. He was hoping he could find him before Toomes found the two of you. Somewhere deep down, Peter felt like he had to protect you, even though it was very clear that you could protect yourself.

Before either of you knew it, Toomes cut through the smoke and took you both out. You were both sent flying in different directions. You tried to control your momentum, to turn it against Toomes, and it worked. You launched yourself at him, hoping to get Peter enough time to get back on his feet. You two sparred, climbing higher and higher until those sharp metal claws dug into the back of your suit and shoved you into the ground.

“Shit, Y/N!” Peter called when he realized he didn’t know where you were.

The aggressive clang and scrape of metal was the only thing that helped him figure out where you were. He looked up, and saw you crashing to the ground. At the last second, you reached around and shot a blast into his wings, sending Toomes spinning away from you. But you hit the ground either way.

“I don’t know if we can beat him.” He panted once he reached you.

“I bet we can.” You told him, the tiredness obvious in your labored breathing. You pulled off the pieces of the front and sides of your suit that were hanging by wires or single bolts. A red warning flashed inside your mask, but you ignored it. You knew you were losing integrity in your suit by taking it apart, but it was coming off anyway. You knew it was safer to not have extra pieces for Toomes to grab you by. You also ditched your mask entirely, not having the additional power to bring it back. “I’m not done yet... You with me?”

“Wha- Why?” Peter said, shaking his head. “I mean, yeah. Yes, definitely. But why?”

“Because he just pissed me off.” You said with finality, pushing off the sand and jumping into the fight again.

“Hey, Pedro.” Toomes said as he stood again. He rushed Peter, but he effortlessly tumbled under and tried to shoot a web. When it didn’t work, Toomes reached for him with metal claws extended.

“Oh no you don’t.” You said, shoving Peter out of the way. You heard Peter groan, yelling a protest. You looked over, seeing the fear in his eyes

It wasn’t long until Toomes had his claws in your chest, slamming you back to the ground and your head bounced from the impact. Peter watched as the sharp, mechanical claws ripped pieces off your suit. Sometimes the metal missed your suit and sliced through your skin. His fists connected with your face, jerking your head to either side. Peter would never forget the screams of pain that broke through. He wouldn’t forget the way the blood streamed down your body, your face. The way your blood pooled in the sand.

“Get off me!” The simple words tore your throat and your shot a blast at the center of his chest, launching him off you but tearing your chest and shoulders in the process.

You watched as Peter shot a web, pulling himself towards Toomes.

“What the hell are you doing?”” You yelled, chasing after him.

Peter pulled himself in for a kick and spun behind for another attack. You were quickly beside him, adding in blows of your own and ducking the large metal wings.

“We need to do something about these wings!” You yelled to Peter as he swung by you. “We can’t get close enough with them in the way.”

“Any ideas?” He asked quickly. “You’re the genius here!”

Toomes smacked you and Peter back to the sand, a metal claw digging into each of your backs. You both grunted in pain as you lifted and slammed, lifted and slammed. Every impact sent the metal claw deeper into your muscles. At one point, you could’ve sworn it scratched your bones before he tossed you both aside. The blood trickled down your body, slowing with every beat. It slid down your arms and between your fingers, seeping between the pieces of your suit and staining the clothes you wore underneath. The deep metallic smell mixed with the smell of damaged wiring and burned it’s way into your nose.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Peter.” You said quietly, figuring he wouldn’t hear you. You weren’t even entirely sure you said the words out loud, but you wanted to say it now. In case you didn’t have a chance to say it later. “I’m so sorry.”

A warmth spread through Peter’s chest when he heard your apology. He wanted to tell you that it was his fault, that he was wrong, and you shouldn’t have to apologize. But he mind couldn’t tell his mouth to speak. A piece of the metal wings nearly hit Peter’s head as Toomes reached for Peter’s hood, dragging him up. You couldn’t tell if he was conscious or not, and Peter couldn’t tell either.

“Please, stop.” You tried, painfully getting to your feet. You refused to be beaten. Not yet. “Let him go.”

The man’s attention was drawn elsewere, behind Peter. You looked and saw Arc Reactors scattered on the beach.

“Bingo.” Toomes prasied, dropping Peter and headed for your dad’s tech.

“Not today.” You shook your head with finality, shooting a wire to loop around his arm. You yanked hard, keeping him from getting any closer to the reactors.

“Stark won’t even notice it’s gone!” Toomes tried to reason with you.

“He’ll notice when your terrorizing New York with his stuff!” You argued, holding as strong as you could. “Get up, Peter. Come on.” You said quietly, willing for the boy to get back on his feet. “I need you right now.”

“What does he need with all this anyways? This is pocket change to him, to you!”

He yanked your wire when he noticed your footing falter, pulling you to him. He threw a solid punch, knocking you a few feet away. You wanted to just stay on your back, allow your pain and exhaustion to overtake you and drag you into a blissful state of sleep. But Peter’s strained voice reminded you that there was more at stake than just you, reminded you what and who you were fighting for. His wings cut the wire and he latched onto the box. Peter’s head lifted, seeing Toomes grabbing the tech.

“Your wings.” Peter tried to tell him. You carefully propped yourself up on your elbows. “Your wings are gonna explode!”

“If those wings go off, so do those reactors!” You yelled to Peter. “And so do we!”

Peter gathered all his strength and shot a web, trying to keep Toomes close. He got to his feet, bracing himself in the sand and holding with all the strength he had left. You got to your feet as soon as you could, helping him hold the man back.

“Time to go home, kids.” Toomes told you, smug victory lacing his words.

“We’re trying to save you!” Peter tried desperately, his voice cracking.

Toomes cut the line, you and Peter falling backwards. He tried another web, but he come up empty. Sparks shot from the wings and you saw Peter duck. You got up quickly, covering him as best you could. The back of your suit was more intact than the front, and you hoped it was enough to protect him and yourself.

You heard the crash, felt the heat of the explosion and heard the clank of a few shrapnel pieces that flew and hit your suit. The smaller ones managed to find the cuts, causing you to wince. You and Peter slowly turned. Peter kept his eyes on you for a moment, a certain wonder in his eyes. You were hurt, arguably more than he was, but you wanted to protect him instead of yourself.

Peter took off running towards the explosion and you had no choice but to follow him. The flames threatened every second, and you had only hoped someone had seen the flames from the pier and had called the firefighters. You would’ve done it yourself, but your suit had all but powered down. Peter grabbed the hot metal, yanking his hands away a few times before lifting it out of the sand. You stood beside him, helping as best you could even though your new injuries were catching up with you while the adrenaline wore out.

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly as Peter lifted Toomes and hoisted him over his shoulders.

Without a word, Peter carried the man away from the flames and to a relatively safe spot. You followed behind, kneeling beside Peter when he collapsed. Peter had fallen into you unintentionally, and you let him keep his torso in your lap as he coughed, the smoke filling his lungs.

“Come on.” You said gently, helping him carefully to his feet. “Not bad, Spidey.” You said without thinking and giving a small smile, glad Peter made it out alive. “What are we gonna do with him?”

Peter smiled weakly before managing to tie Toomes to a nearby crate. He found a marker and piece of paper within the wreck, leaving a note that read FOUND: FLYING VULTURE GUY – SPIDERMAN sorry about the plane .

You smiled slightly at the note before watching Peter leave. He left without a word, climbing to the top of the Cyclone. You collapsed in the sand, leaning against a crate not too far from Toomes. You were exhausted and had nearly passed out by the time Happy got the beach. You were aching, in pain, losing blood, and probably feeling the worst you had ever felt after a fight. But Toomes was caught. Your dad’s tech was safe. You and Peter were alive. Ultimately, it was a win.

A few days after the fight on the beach, Peter was nearly fully recovered. You were definitely not as healed as he was, but it was enough to get by. Your cuts were stitched shut, your ribs were wrapped tight. Your concussion had gone from severe to mild. The bruises on your face had now reached their peak. The fracture in your forearm had returned, a bit more severe than before. But with all things considered, you thought of yourself as okay. You were alive. Peter was alive. All of your dad’s tech was safe and sound upstate. All you could do was chalk it up as an occupational hazard, even though the lecture from your parents was far worse than any injuries from that fight.

“I think I really like her, dude.” Peter told Ned. “Like more than I liked Liz.”

Peter had realized this when you were pinned in the sand, as odd as that sounded. He had thought there was a chance he could lose you permanently. It broke his heart. Everything else had stopped and all that mattered was you. In those moments, he knew what love felt like. And he knew he loved you. He couldn’t help but hope that you loved him too, that you cared about him at least half the way he cared about you. He’d even be happy with a quarter of the way he cared about you.

“Well, Liz is moving anyways. So still liking her isn’t going to help you.” Ned said plainly. “Besides, we all knew you liked Y/N Stark.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, confused how his friend would’ve known.

“You talked about her all the time. I thought you were going to say that you love her.”

“I did not!” Peter exclaimed in offense. “And I don’t love her! I just.. really like her.” Peter knew better than to admit that to Ned. If you were to ever meet Ned, he’d spill Peter’s secret first chance he got. Besides, was Peter too young to know love? Maybe…

Before Ned could say anything, both boys noticed a crowd forming near the door. He could hear people yelling various things at someone who was not getting any distance from the door.

“Excuse me. Excuse me.” You said politely as you gingerly pushed through the crowd. Kids from Peter’s school were gathering around you, shouting questions and shoving various school items at you for an autograph. The group just seemed to get bigger as you moved. “I’m- I’m sorry. I need to- I need to find Peter Parker.” You said with a subtle desperation in your tone.

“Who was with you on the beach?”

“Was it Spiderman?”

“Are you dating Spiderman?”

“What was on the plane?”

“Who’s the dude with the wings?”

“Will you sign my pencil case?”

“Can you tutor me in physics?”

By the time Peter and Ned got to the crowd, dozens of people were behind them. They were getting pushed forward and deeper into the crowd. But nothing could make Peter miss the sound of your voice. Maybe Peter did know love.

Peter couldn’t stop the frown as he saw the full extent of your needed recovery. He noticed the swelling along your cheekbone and at the hinge of your jaw. He wondered how long it took the makeup artist or your mom to hide your bruises and cuts. He could see a faint bulk around your ribs, either bandages for the cuts or he thought your ribs might’ve gotten hurt again. Your arm was in a splint again, and he frowned a little. You wore lightly tinted glasses, similar to the style your dad often wore. Peter wondered if they were just normal glasses or a portable A.I. You voice had a slight rasp to it, as if it was dry from screaming or breathing out your mouth for too long, or even irritation from the smoke and sand.

“Listen, I’m flattered. But I’m here on business. Please, I need Peter Parker.” You nearly begged.

“Did she say Penis Parker?” Someone shouted over the crowd. Everyone silenced. Peter instantly recognized that voice. Before he could grab your attention, the voice spoke again. “What do you need with Penis Parker?”

“You must be Flash.” You smiled politely. Peter noticed the slight falter in your cheek muscles. “Do you know where Peter is?”

“You actually know Peter?” Flash laughed in disbelief.

“He does work for my family’s company, after all.” You nodded. “Why wouldn’t I know him?”

“Cause you’re a total babe.” He said smoothly. Peter saw you blink slowly to avoid rolling your eyes.

“Thank you.” You said in a general, polite tone. “But I need to talk to Peter.”

“Why talk to Peter when I’m right here?” Flash stepped closer.

“If you take another step, I will break your leg. And I’ll do it with my arm in a cast.” You smiled deviously, ignoring the throb. Peter laughed slightly. The small snickers allowed you to scan the crowd. After a moment, your eyes found Peter.

“Mr. Parker.” You called out, watching a huge smile split his lips. The crowd parted, allowing a clear path from you to Peter. All of their voices silenced, hushed whispers of surprise drifted through the air. Every pair of eyes went to Peter, staring in expectation. A few lingered on you, but everyone wanted to see Peter’s reaction.

“Hi, Y/N.” Peter said happily as you took a few steps closer to him. “What’s up?”

“Walk with me.” You held your hand out, waiting for Peter to take it. Everyone stared at Peter in awe, waiting for his reaction.

Peter stood frozen for a moment. To him, it was like no one else was around except you and him. It felt like the first time he saw you smiling at him in his living room. He had nearly forgotten how bright your smile was, how sweet your voice was. When he last saw you, that night on the beach, he thought he would lose you. That fear hit him in the chest like a truck, he had never felt fear like that. Even when he was pinned under the rubble just minutes before, he wasn’t as afraid as he was when he saw your body hit the sand.

“Peter?” Peter heard your voice say, a warm and gentle hand on either cheek. He felt himself come back to reality, a small lift to his eyebrows signaling he was paying attention. “There you are. Where’d you go?” You chuckled, slowly letting your hands fall to your sides.

“Sorry.” Peter laughed slightly. “Zoned out for a second, I guess.”

“Walk with me.” You offered again. Peter didn’t hesitate to take your hand this time, leaving everyone in utter shock.

“You look good.” Peter said as he followed you out of the school. You looked over your shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. “I mean, with all things considered. You don’t look like we just got the shit kicked out of us.”

“I’m alive, so that counts. Right?” You asked, a small smirk on your face.

“Yeah, that counts.” He chuckled. “Where are we going?” He asked as he realized you two were leaving campus.

“Dad wants to see you.” You replied simply.

“Wait, he’s here?” Peter stopped walking, causing you to stop too.

“No, he’s upstate.” You laughed.

“Like upstate upstate?”

“Yes.” You nodded slowly. “Are you coming or not? And don’t worry. I already talked to May.”

Peter nodded excitedly and climbed into the backseat with you. Happy drove in silence, rolling up the privacy screen to ensure he didn’t have to conversate with Peter. Happy offered Peter a quick apology for not taking him seriously before, thanked him for stopping Vulture, and praised him for his success. Peter was too in shock to respond so Happy quickly cut that possibility off.

“Are we okay?” Peter asked suddenly, keeping his fingers busy in his lap.

“That’s a loaded question.” You sighed. “But, I think so, yeah.”

“So you don’t hate me?” His eyes found yours.

“Of course not, Peter.” You shook your head, adjusting in your seat to face him. “I never hated you. I was pissed, sure. But I never hated you. When I got to that warehouse and I didn’t see you right away, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” You began to gush.

You didn’t know where the courage come from to tell Peter everything. But you did. And maybe it wasn’t courage, but fear. Fear that something would happen to Peter and you wouldn’t get another chance to tell him. So, you talked. And Peter listened intently, memorizing the way your voice said every words, the way your lips curved and stretched. He watched the way your eyebrows moved, the way your eyes flicked between his and the subtle movement your hands made to emphasize your points.

“I never meant to make you feel like that… I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how else to react. I’ve never been good at talking so I just use actions. And my actions weren’t the best and I know I need to be better but-”

“What!? Y/N, no.” Peter interrupted, quickly taking your hands in his without thinking. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, noting bruises and cuts along your knuckles. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong. I should’ve known better and I should’ve listened to Ned. You and Mr. Stark trusted me with the suit and I totally went behind your backs. You were right to take the suit away. I wasn’t ready. I was selfish a-and stupid and-”

“How about this?” You interrupted with a laugh. You squeezed his hands a little tighter, making his eyes go wide. “We were both wrong and we’re both sorry. So we’ll both work on being better. Together.”

“Yeah, okay.” He smiled sweetly. “That works too.”

“Okay, cool.” You smiled, patting his leg softly as you felt the car stop. “This is our stop. You’re gonna love this!”

You and Peter walked inside, Peter’s eyes wide with awe. He walked slowly, admiring different details to the building. You were in shock a bit yourself, seeing the new facility for the first time.

“Dad really outdid himself.” You laughed lightly as you approached your dad. “In typical Stark fashion, our new facility is fantastic. Arguably better than Stark Tower.”

“I would hope so. That’s kind of the point.” Your dad smiled. “Walk with me.”

He stood between you and Peter, an arm around either one of you as he led you down the hall.

“Sorry she took your suit.” He said to Peter. You scoffed and smacked your dad’s chest lightly, to which he simply laughed. “I mean, you had it coming. Right? He had it coming?” He looked between you and Peter.

“Don’t look at me.” You shook your head with wide eyes. “You’re the adult.”

“It was your idea to take it.” Your dad said in confusion.

“Well, you agreed… Besides, this is also my idea so that makes up for it.” You gestured to the end of the hall in front of you. “This does make up for it, doesn’t it?” You leaned forward to ask Peter.

“Actually, turns out it was the perfect sort of tough love moment that you needed, right? To urge you on, don’t you think?” Your dad began again. Peter tried to stammer out an answer, which drew a small smile from you, so your dad continued. “Let’s just say it was.” Tony sighed contently.

“Mr. Stark, I-” Peter tried.

“You screwed the pooch, hard.” Tony said plainly. You nodded slightly in agreement. “Big time.”

“But then you did the right thing.” You added.

“Took the dog to the free clinic.” Your dad kept going, causing you to shoot him a look of confusion. “You raised the hybrid puppies.”

“Where are you going with this, Dad?” You commented. “Cause it’s just getting weird.”

“Alright, not my best analogy.” He admitted.

“You think?”

“You got something better?”

“By all means.” You gestured for him to continue.

“I was wrong about you.” He said honestly to Peter.

“So was I.” You smiled softly as Peter’s face lit up. “I think with a little more mentoring, you could be a real asset to the team.”

“T-t-to the team?” Peter asked nervously. You had almost reached the end of the hall and you could barely hold back your excitement.

“Yeah, anyways.” He blew past your last statement. “There’s about fifty reporters behind that door.”

“Real ones, not bloggers.” You teased. You tapped your bracelet, watching the wall open and reveal your latest project.

“When you’re ready, why don’t you try that on?” Your dad smirked as Peter stared in awe.

“This is what was so important about that plane. It wasn’t done at the time, but it was well on its way..” You beamed. “We’ll introduce the world to the newest official member of the Avengers… Spiderman.”

Peter stepped closer to the new suit, almost unsure if it was real. He chuckled nervously, trying to form a sentence but only nonsense syllables sounding instead. You smiled widely, loving the excitement from Peter.

“Yeah, give that a look.” Tony said proudly.

“Designed by yours truly, same as your last suit.” You added with a proud smile. “It’s fully upgraded and integrated with Karen. All of your past information has been copied and transferred, as well as a few aesthetic changes and a few new features that really make it kick... What do you think?”

Peter stared at the new suit in silence, and you were starting to feel a bit nervous. And not in a good way. You looked past Peter to your dad who simply shrugged and continued.

“So, after the press conference, Happy will show you to your room. Your new quarters.” Your dad said, proceeding as if Peter had already confirmed. His silence made you wonder if he would.

“Where is he?” You asked, not knowing the real details of the floorplan.

“He’s between Vision and who else?” He asked Happy.

“Uh, oh. And Vision’s not big on doors.” Happy added.

“Or walls.” You finished. “Wait, that means I’m down the hall from him, right?”

“It’s fun.” Tony said, ignoring your question. “You’ll fit right in.”

“Pete?” You asked softly when you noticed the look on his face.

Peter looked to you and sighed before turning to Tony. He gave the new suit one final glance, a longing look almost, before speaking to Tony.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. And you, Y/N. But I’m- I’m good.” Peter said with finality. Your eyebrows raised in shock.

“You’re good? Good? How are you good?” Tony questioned.

“Well, I- I mean I would rather just stay on the ground for a little while.” Peter explained carefully. “Friendly, neighborhood Spiderman.”

You could see your dad still didn’t quite get it.

“Somebody’s gotta look out for the little guy, right?” You came to stand next to Peter.

“Yeah.” He breathed in relief. “Exactly.”

“You turning us down?” Tony asked when it clicked. “Better think about this. Look at that.” Your dad pointed to the Iron Spider suit. “Look at me. Last chance. Yes or no?”

“No.”

“Okay. It’s kind of a Springstein-y, working class hero kind of vibe that I dig. Uh, Happy will take you home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Happy agreed. “Mind waiting in the car? I need a minute.” He told Peter.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Peter held his hand out for your dad to shake.

“Yes, Mr. Parker. Very well.”

“See you around.” Peter said before turning to you. You took his wrist and pulled him away from Tony.

“Are you sure, Pete?” You asked simply. “I thought you wanted to be an Avenger. I thought you wanted to be here, with us…” You paused, surveying his response. “With me..” You added quietly.

“I did.” He nodded slightly, then his eyes went wide when he caught the last part of what you said. “I do want to be with.. you… But after that night on the beach, I don’t know. I guess I just want to slow down a little. Enjoy what I got going on right now, y’know?”

“Yeah, I get that.” You agreed. “If you’re sure, and you’re happy, then so am I. Between you and me, that suit isn’t going anywhere.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you’re ready for it, it’ll be here.” You smiled.

“Thanks.” He grinned. “Hey, can we maybe hang out or something?”

“You’re welcome here anytime.” You pulled him closer to you for a quick hug.

Peter squeezed you gently, careful of your bandaged torso.

“See you soon, Spidey.” You said when he pulled away.

“Yeah, see you.” He replied.

You began heading back to your dad when Peter added one last remark. You tapped a button on your bracelet to put the suit away when you heard Peter’s voice.

“That was a test, right?’ He asked suddenly. “There’s uh, nobody back there?”

“Yes. You passed.” Tony replied quickly. “Now, skidaddle there.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. Thank you.” He said happily as he skipped out of the room.

“Yeah, thank you!” Tony called after him.

“Told you he’s a good kid.” Happy sung Peter’s praise once he was out of earshot. Your dad shrugged with a proud smirk as you smiled widely, nodding in agreement. The door opened behind you, drawing all of your attention.

“Where’s the kid?” Your mom asked.

“He left.” Happy said simply.

“Everyone’s waiting.” She replied.

“Y’know, Mom, he actually made a really mature choice.” You defended him.

“Just surprised the heck out of us.” Tony added.

“Did they screw this up?” She asked you.

“He told the kid to go wait in the car!” Your dad threw Happy under the bus.

“Are you kidding me?” She stared Happy down, who had no answer. “I have a room full of people waiting for some big announcement. What am I going to tell them?”

“Think of something.” Tony said simply. “How about um-“

“Happy, do you still have that ring my dad gave you?” You asked suddenly.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been carrying this since 2008.” He said proudly.

“Okay, now that that’s handled, I have business to attend to.” You said, clapping your hands once. “Catch you later.”

You quickly left the hall, headed towards your lab. You had to repair your own suit before you could run your errands. You had begun working the nanotech into your suit after it was destroyed by the Vulture. Your progress was slow with all your recovery time factored in, but you were making real progress now. It took the rest of the night but you had finished your new design. All that you needed was a test run. And you knew exactly where you were going to go.

The next day, you flew into Queens, a paper bag in hand. You slipped into the apartment, left the bag on Peter’s bed, and you were home by lunch.

This belongs to you. -Y/N/N

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