Hi So. This Album Is Everything And As Such, I Figured That I Would Do My First Ever Album Collection

𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚: 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

♡︎ 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑶'𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

♡︎ 𝑪𝑾: 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈/𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

♡︎ "__" 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

♡︎ 𝑨/𝑵: 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍! 𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯, 𝑾𝑬'𝑽𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕! 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕/𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘.🙃 𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑶 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐, 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚'𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 👋🏾

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Idle hands are the Devil’s playground. 

In this case, it’s more like an idle mind. 

The first week or so of the month passed by smoothly for __. She was given plenty of entertainment by Miguel, even access to the internet, though it was closely monitored. 

She hadn’t expected him to agree to leaving her search history and website access unobserved, so she’d decided against mentioning it in her stipulations. 

__ was allowed to watch all her favorite films and television shows, and there were plenty of books and puzzles . 

Simple pleasures, but ones __ had quickly learned not to take for granted. 

__’s room was very comfortable, and stayed at a pleasant temperature all the time. Since she was (presumably) underground, there were no cold air drafts to worry about, and the heat could be controlled at all times.

The bathroom adjacent to the bedroom was fully stocked with all the essentials and plenty of additional luxuries that __ needed to always feel refreshed and pampered.

Her meals, which were personally delivered and presumably also made by Miguel, were always delicious, and he seemed to have remembered all her favorite dishes. 

All in all, it really wasn’t so bad being…

Wait……what?

__ sat upright in bed, eyes wide and breathing heavily. 

‘Where did those thoughts come from,’ she wondered silently, bottom lip clutched between her teeth. 

Ok, to be completely fair and honest, __’s situation could have been much, much worse. And for what it was, Miguel did treat her well. 

‘Almost better than he did while we were married.’ The thought leaves a sour taste in the back of __’s throat, causing her mouth to curl up unpleasantly. 

But, it’s thoughts like that that ultimately keep her focused. No matter how good the treatment, __ had to remember that she was still being held against her will, by her cheating, lying, murderer of a husband.

Taking several deep, steady breaths, __ slowly lays back down, eyes fixed on the ceiling and eventually drifting over to the intercom. 

Despite having tried to harden her resolve, __’s mind couldn’t help but wonder. 

For all the provisions she had in her prison, she was lacking something major. 

Human. Interaction. 

Quality human interaction. 

Talking to Miguel the predetermined three times a day when she ate and sporadically through the intercom when/if she needed something was not sufficient. Besides, if __ had a choice in the matter, she wouldn’t talk to him at all.

Yes, he was very last on her list of people she wanted to interact with. 

But…seeing as she didn’t have a choice, the prospect of forgiving him and ending this isolation was a tempting one. 

“Ugh, what am I doing?”

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The middle of the second week arrived swiftly, and __ was beginning to feel slightly antsy. 

Miguel, to her surprise, hadn’t done anything major yet, and had instead been asking for simple things, like sharing drinks (non-alcoholic of course) and holding in-person conversation. 

You had to admit, the time you’d spent with him had been pleasant, and you hadn’t detected anything subliminal or suggestive in anything he said or did.

It was all very suspicious. 

__ wanted to think that he was being genuine, but something in her gut just wouldn’t let her. Call it a woman’s intuition, or her own unique sort of spidey-sense. 

Now she sat, quietly sipping a cup of tea, brewed to seeming perfection. __ wasn’t an idiot, and she definitely took into account that Miguel could possibly be poisoning (tainting?) her through her food and drinks, and he swore he wasn’t when she grilled him about the possibility, but she ultimately figured that it couldn’t be helped either way, seeing as she needed to eat. 

Miguel sat nearby, his nose buried in a tablet. He appeared to be focusing intently on something, and although __ was slightly curious as to what it was, she decided against bothering him. 

That didn’t stop her from studying Miguel’s face though. 

He’d looked much healthier as of late, and he was still as handsome as ever. It pained __ to say, but had the circumstances been different, she might have contemplated giving him another chance. 

Which, she realized, sounded very shallow given that she’d only just been talking about his looks. 

The thought exasperated __, who sighed, sitting her teacup down on the side table next to her. 

“Something the matter?” Miguel speaks, his eyes still surveying the smaller screen before him. 

“It’s…nothing.” __ sighs again, reclining further in her seat and closing her eyes. 

“You know, if something’s bothering you, or you’re displeased with something, you can tell me. I’m all ears.”

“Aside from the obvious, you mean?” __ can’t help the snarky reply. Miguel seems unbothered, so focused he is on whatever he’s looking at. 

“Yes, aside from the obvious.”

It’s quiet between the two of you for some minutes after that, until eventually you reopen your eyes, staring at the ceiling as you speak. 

“You know Miguel, I’ve been thinking…”

At this, he quickly turns his attention away from his tablet, looking at you expectantly. 

“This past couple of weeks have been very pleasant. I could say almost suspiciously so, but…,” you shrug, eyes surveying the space around you. “You could have done all this before kidnapping me, and perhaps even killing Layla could have been avoided had you just…taken things more into consideration.”

You finally meet his eyes. “So, why didn’t you?”

The silence returns, this time loaded, the air thick with tension. You and Miguel hold eye contact for its duration, until finally he sighs, setting down his tablet and folding his arms. 

“I…I’m not sure. I suppose I was, I was…”

“You were afraid. That would also explain why you had my room set up even before I found out that you’d cheated. You were afraid I’d eventually discover your unfaithfulness, and you took measures to ensure you wouldn’t lose me if and when I did.”

Miguel doesn’t respond for a few moments, before eventually nodding. 

“Tell me Miguel, had I not found out, would you ever have been honest about your affair?”

He stills, sighing dejectedly before uttering a quiet “no.”

You nod, having expected that answer. 

“And if I’d never found out…would you ever have stopped seeing Layla?”

…

“It was never my intention to hurt you, __.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Miguel.”

The man winces at your tone, harsh and scornful. 

“...I don’t know.”

With that, you stand, turning away from him and towards the door. 

“I’m ready to go back.”

Without another word, Miguel stands, escorting you back to your room. 

In that moment, it feels more like a prison than it ever has. 

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You don’t talk to Miguel again until nearly a week has passed. 

He still delivers your meals and fulfills your requests when you have them, but you don’t hold real conversation again for a long while after. 

As much as you’d thought you were completely over Miguel, and had made peace with the situation for yourself, you couldn’t lie that hearing him answer your questions the week before hadn't stung. 

Bad.

Miraculously, you hadn’t cried, but you had definitely felt your chest burn and ache for some time after. 

Initially, you’d been sincere in agreeing to give Miguel a month to try and win you over, even though you both knew that truly healing and reparation would take much, much longer. But now, armed with this new information and doubting that Miguel would uphold his end of the bargain, you knew you’d need to formulate a plan if you wanted to make it out of this thing. 

You immediately figured that you may have to play the long game, but a win is a win, no matter how long the match. 

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Miguel was beyond agitated. He hasn’t been sleeping, and being away from you for so long has driven him nearly insane. 

He completely understood why you would be upset at him for what he’d said, but you’d said you wanted the truth. 

“We were making such good progress,” he growls, having ceased pacing momentarily. He sits at his desk, hands folded under his chin as he thinks. 

“Fuck!” He screams, fists denting the metal beneath him. 

Now standing, he takes several deep breaths, trying to rein in his temper. 

“No, I can’t lose focus now. All is not lost.”

The thought helps calm him further, and he makes his way over to the bench across the room. 

On the bench lies a single vial, one which Miguel lifts, studying its contents in the dim light of the lab. 

“It’ll be alright, __. I didn’t want it to come to this, but it seems I’ve no choice.”

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You’re expecting Miguel when he knocks on your door, having just exited the shower. You’re still wrapped in your Egyptian cotton towel, body still damp with water. 

“Come in.”

He enters, eyes downcast before he lifts them, nearly dropping the tray he holds as his eyes land on you. 

Miguel can immediately feel his pants begin to tighten, and he struggles between feeling ashamed and casting that same shame into a deep dark well. 

Little does he know, that’s the effect you intended to have. 

“__! I uh, I brought you y-your…”

“Thank you, Gigi.” You smile at him, and to his lust and desperation addled mind, it looks genuine. 

“You can sit it on the dresser.” 

Swallowing,  Miguel nods, doing as you instruct. 

“Here, sit with me.” You gesture to the bed, taking a seat on it yourself. Miguel follows suit, looking very conflicted. 

You grin internally, knowing that so far, everything is going just as you intended. 

“Oh Gigi, I’ve been so tired recently.” You stretch exaggeratedly, more of your skin being exposed as your towel slips slightly. 

“Mm, how have you been? We haven’t…talked in a while. Not after…,” you trail off, “you know.”

Miguel’s mouth is slightly agape as he watches you pout, and his fangs itch at his gums. 

“I know. I’m sorry __, truly I am. I meant it when I said it was never my intention to hurt you. I just…you said you wanted me to be honest, and I didn’t want to lie to you anymore and-”

“Hey, hey! Sssshhh, it’s ok Gigi, I understand.” You lift a hand to caress his cheek, satisfied with the way he leans heavily into the touch, eyes slipping closed. 

Studying his face, you notice that he’s got noticeable dark circles, and the lines of his face are more defined, both signs that he hasn’t been getting enough sleep. 

‘Good,’ you think. ‘This should work out smoother than I originally thought.’

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, and watch as Miguel lifts his own hand, wrapping it around yours and moaning lowly. 

“__,” he breathes, eyes opening just in time to watch as you surge forward, placing a tentative kiss on his lips. 

Miguel immediately leans in, trying desperately to deepen the kiss. Both hands come up to cup your cheeks, his tongue fighting for entrance into your mouth. 

Before things can get too heated, you pull back, Miguel following you with his lips. 

“G-Gigi! Slow down baby.” You swear you hear him whimper at the nickname. “Let’s slow down a little, yeah?”

Miguel somewhat dazedly nods, beginning to ramble quietly. 

“Té amó mucho, mí amor, mí vída. I’m so, so sorry, I love you. I love you. I’ll make it right, té prométo. Please just let me touch you. I missed you. I need you. Té deseó." 

Miguel’s speaking so quickly you can only make out bits of what he’s saying, but you get the gist. He’s speaking right against your lips, and you can feel yourself becoming aroused despite the circumstance. 

“I-I missed you too Gigi. I missed you so much. But I was so hurt. You hurt me Gigi. I love you and you hurt me.” Here you turn on the waterworks, beginning to break down into genuine tears. 

Miguel is instantly beside himself with panic, shushing you and cradling you into his chest. 

“Ssshh, sssshhh, mi amor. It’s ok. I know, I know I hurt you. And I will spend the rest of my days atoning for my sins. You don’t ever have to worry,” he pulls you back, making eye contact with you. His irises have turned a smoldering scarlet, a clear indicator of his arousal. 

“I’ll always be here for you from now on.” 

With that, you both surge forward, lips clashing intensely. 

Tainted tea left forgotten on the dresser, and food having long since gone cold, Miguel spends the rest of the evening well into the night showing you just how sorry he truly is. 

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In the weeks that follow you and Miguel’s carnal connection, you find that so far, everything has been going according to plan. 

Miguel has granted you more freedom to roam about without supervision, and now you’re even able to surf the web without being so closely monitored. 

You realize that in order for things to go off without a hitch, you must pace yourself, and not try to rush into things too fast. 

Although, given Miguel’s enthusiasm, you may not need to worry about that after all. 

You take the test right after you miss your period. 

When you mention that you’ve missed your period to Miguel, he’s ecstatic, already talking about how excited he is that you’re pregnant. 

“Well, we don’t know that for sure,” you laugh lightly, secretly hoping your first try needed to be your only try. 

“Oh no, I’m sure of it. You’re definitely pregnant with my baby.”

And lo and behold, he’s right. Both tests you take come back positive, and it’s amusing to see Miguel nearly jump with joy. 

You’re admittedly very excited as well, but you try not to get too caught up, knowing you have to stay focused. 

“I’m so happy,” he says, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. He’s beaming widely, and an old, mostly dead part of you stirs at the sight. Now, you just plaster on a smile of your own, trying not to let your distaste be known. 

“As am I. Oh! I can’t wait to begin shopping for the baby. And setting up his room. I know it’s still so early, but I’m just so excited.” You lay the enthusiasm on thick, even though you are genuinely elated. 

Miguel shakes his head, still smiling, though not as widely. 

“Nonsense, you’re right. It doesn’t matter how far along you are, we should begin making all the necessary preparations. There’s doctor’s visits and vitamins, and we’ll have to start watching your diet…” Miguel trails off, turning away from you as he begins pacing. 

You watch momentarily, before a thought strikes you. You can’t gauge whether or not it’s too early to attempt this, but you figure it couldn’t hurt to try. 

“Gigi love?”

The man immediately pauses, walking towards you with outstretched hands. His glow is visible from hearing you address him in such a way. 

“Yes my love? What is it?”

‘Alright, here goes.’ You pout, looking down and to the side, appearing shy. 

“I was thinking. With me being pregnant and all the work that needs to be done, and for as lovely as my room is, don’t you think I’ll need a little more space? I don’t mean to sound demanding, I just worry that being cooped up won’t be good for me and our baby.” You place your hand on your tummy, grinning to yourself as Miguel’s eyes closely watch the movement. 

“And I,” you begin, intending to hammer the final nail into the coffin. “I want to be with you. It’s so lonely in my room without you, and the baby needs his daddy.” You give him a bashful smile, and you can almost physically see when Miguel’s already fragile resolve shatters. 

“Of course, absolutely. Anything you need, anything you want. Daddy will take care of it for you.” You accept his kiss and casually return it, one thought sounding in your head. 

‘Checkmate.’

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Miguel can’t believe things worked out better than he ever could have imagined. 

Layla is gone and the society still doesn’t know she even existed, you have seemingly forgiven him and now you’re even pregnant with his baby. 

He knows he made a huge mistake in his affair with the Spiderwoman, and he truly, truly wants to earn the right to call himself your husband again. He now fully intends to be the best husband and father in a way he wasn’t before. 

He’s so caught up in his newly acquired perfect, happy ending, that he doesn’t notice himself becoming much more lenient with you. He figures that you’re trustworthy enough, and that you can’t possibly want to leave him now- you’re pregnant with his son after all! 

He’s especially willing now to give you anything you want, and he easily bends to your will- so long as you’re pleased, he is as well. 

Everything is perfect. 

And that’s exactly what you would have him believe.

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It’s been a few months now, and you’ve finally begun to show. 

Miguel waits on you hand and foot now, answering to your every beck and call. 

Having to grin and bear it hasn’t been quite as terrible as you thought, and Miguel’s made it surprisingly easy to get what you want. 

You feel a little bad about essentially abusing his already fragile psyche for your benefit, and you definitely never wanted to have to use your beloved baby boy as a manipulation tool, but you figured that once you were finally free of Miguel and he was, hopefully, locked away getting the help he clearly needed, it would all be worth it. 

Now it’s the evening time, and you sit in your familiar swinging chair, on a perch overlooking the city, hands cradling your swollen tummy. You sent Miguel to fetch you something to drink, all while you contemplate your next move. 

You figure it’s been long enough, and now you can enact the final stages of your plan.

“Don’t worry my love,” you speak to your belly, “mommy’s gonna keep you safe. She promises.”

You hear Miguel return just as you finish speaking, in his hands yet another tray. You must admit, you’ve become quite fond of his tea; you’re not sure how he makes it, but it’s always delicious. 

“Thank you, my love,” you smile at Miguel as he hands you your drink, watching as his eyes soften even further. 

“Fue mi placer,” he speaks in a low tone, kneeling down to place kisses across the taut skin of your stomach.

“Hello, my son. I hope you’ve been treating mommy nicely. Don’t kick too hard now.” You both chuckle at that. 

“How are you feeling, mi vida?” Miguel takes a seat next to you, scooting closer and resting a hand on your tummy. 

“I’m fine,” you breathe out through a sigh, casually resting your hand over Miguel’s. You swear you can hear the man purr at the action. 

“Our little one has been behaving well. He’s only kicked once or twice in the last few hours and not too hard, so it’s been manageable. I’ve been feeling a little tired though.” You yawn this time, and Miguel stands. 

“Then let me carry you to bed. You should be getting plenty of rest.” He offers you his hand, which you take and carefully stand. 

“Before my midday nap though, I’ve been wondering,” you tilt your head, laughing internally as Miguel subconsciously follows the motion. “You’ve never really shown me around the complex, not the upper portion anyway. Baby and I are curious as to what you spend all your time doing around here.”

At your words, Miguel looks hesitant, and you worry you may have pushed too far, before he perks back up, and you relax. 

“Well, why don’t I show you? Come with me.” 

He leads you to his lab, showing you all the different projects and experiments he’s currently working on. He also shows you his surveillance station, and you’re amazed by all the different things you see on the numerous screens. 

“Are..are these different universes?” 

Miguel nods, expression hardening as he watches events play out on a few of the screens. 

“Yes. I mostly spend my time here monitoring these different timelines, making sure there are no anomalies or abnormal happenings. If and when there are, I and the other members of the Spider Society rectify the issue swiftly and cautiously.” 

You continue studying the screens as he speaks, watching in amazement as people move and go about their lives. 

“Wow,” you whisper, turning to Miguel. Walking up to him, you place a hand on his cheek, smiling as he leans into the touch. 

“I understand now. You truly are a hero. I just know our baby boy already finds you so amazing.” You lean up and forward, placing a sweet kiss on Miguel’s lips which he, of course, readily returns. “Just like I do.” 

Miguel’s eyes shoot scarlet, and you chuckle. 

“Not so fast papi, mama is still tired. Which, speaking of,” you turn, taking a seat on the chair nearest the surveillance station. 

“Would you be a dear and run me a bath please love? I think I’m about ready to call it a day.”

Miguel nods, beginning to turn before addressing you. “You coming?”

You shake your head, eyes fixated on the screens. “Come for me when you’re done, yeah? This is so fascinating,” you gesture to the screens, “I kind of want to stay here and continue observing.” You pause, giving him a shy look. “If…that’s alright with you?”

Miguel pauses for only a moment, before nodding.

“Ningún problema, mi amor. I’ll fetch you once the water’s done.” 

“Thank you, love. You’ll join me as well, right?” You bat your eyelashes at him, and you can see his irises tinge scarlet before he nods and hurries off. 

You wait until you can no longer hear his footsteps, before quickly and quietly standing and making your way over to the surveillance station. You search around the different buttons and knobs on the panel before you find a row of buttons, each having a different name printed above it. 

They appear to be the names of different members of the Spider Society, and seeing as there’s only a few, you figure that these must be some of the most important characters. 

You check the door again just to be sure, before pressing the button for Peter B. You hope his morality will override his allegiance to Miguel and that ultimately, he can help you. 

The button blinks red rhythmically, and initially you’re afraid he won’t answer, until you hear what sounds like ruffling, and then a man’s voice say, “Hello?”

You’re a little taken aback, and unable to speak for a few seconds before he repeats himself. 

“Uh, h-hello?” 

There’s silence, before Peter speaks again. 

“Oh my God, __? Is that you?”

You breathe a sigh of relief, hand subconsciously coming up to rub your belly. 

“Yes Peter, it’s me.”

“Long time no speak, __. I’ve wondered where you’ve been. And not just me, but the others as well. Miguel told us you had gone to visit family but-...”

You hate to cut him off, but you know your time is limited. 

“Sorry Peter, but Miguel was lying. Look, I don’t have time to explain the full story but I need your help.”

There’s a pause, and you pray he can hear the sincerity and desperation in your voice. 

Apparently he can, because he sounds much more stern when he speaks next. 

“Let me know what I need to do.” 

You smile widely, on the verge of tears. 

‘Finally!’ You think. ‘We’re almost safe, baby boy.’

You regale Peter with a very condensed version of your tale, thankful that he listens quietly the entire time. You also give him a brief rundown of your plan, hoping that he can fulfill his part.

“I sent him to run a bath for me but he’ll be back any second. Do you think you can do it?”

“Of course. Just hang tight __, we’re gonna get you out of there.” 

Tears freely fall now, and you thank him before the call ends. 

And just in time too, as not a minute later Miguel rounds the corner, looking none the wiser. 

You’ve just made it back to your seat in time, and wiped away any remaining tears. 

“Mi amor, the bath is ready. I’ve even got a little surprise for you waiting.” 

You smile, standing when Miguel reaches for your hand. 

“Sounds lovely. Lead the way?” 

Miguel grins, taking your hand and pulling you along behind him. 

‘I’m counting on you Peter,’ you think as you are led away from the lab. 

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TOO GOOD TO BE FAKE: CHAPTER 4

JAMES POTTER X F!READER

hello hello again!! this is part 4 (!!) of my james potter fake dating series. oh my wordddd do these two have it bad 🥹 i'm having sooooo much fun writing this, it's mostly done by now i'm just refining little bits and pieces. i'm also aware i can use a lot of the same words again so i apologize for that. anyways i hope you enjoy!!! xoxo sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 2012

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1: This Is Going to Be a Problem

2: That Wasn't a No

3: Fake It 'Til You Make It

4: That’s New

— 1 —

I should have known this would happen.

A week—or maybe two—has passed, and somehow, this strange, impossible arrangement has settled into something almost routine. People still notice. They still watch. But the whispers have changed. Less sharp, less scandalized. Now, they sound more like admiration, laced with something close to adoration.

"They’re actually kind of cute." "Did you see how he looked at her yesterday?" "Merlin, I think I believe it."

I don’t scan the room like I used to, searching for stray glances or hushed gossip. My eyes naturally glide to the Gryffindor table, the usual spot where four boys are chatting raucously. And, unable to focus on anything else, I focus on James.

He’s already there, draped across his usual spot like he owns the very air around him, a laugh spilling from his lips at something Sirius just said. There’s a looseness to him, a careless sprawl that makes my fingers twitch with irritation. Because of course he isn’t fazed. He was built for this—the way people track his every movement, drawn in without even meaning to be. He soaks it up like it’s his birthright, as if the entire room is simply bending to accommodate him, orbiting around his gravity.

Meanwhile, I’m fighting to keep planting one foot in front of the other.

And yet, as if feeling my eyes on him, James turns—and the second he sees me, his entire demeanor shifts.

The dazzling grin stretches wider. His eyes brighten in delight, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. And then, because he’s insufferable, he lifts his hand in greeting—fingers wiggling, smirk widening.

“Morning, baby!”

It’s loud enough for people to hear.

I swear I hear someone gasp.

Alice, walking beside me, chokes back a laugh. Jade just mutters, “Unbelievable.”

But then I spot Simon, sitting just a few tables away. His posture is stiff, his hands clenching his goblet a little too tightly. He’s looking at me. Or rather—at James.

And suddenly, I don’t care anymore.

Before I can think better of it, I move toward James, and the smile on my face doesn’t feel so forced.

— 2 —

I sit down, and James immediately moves closer. He doesn’t hesitate. He throws an arm over my shoulders, the weight of it easy, natural, like he’s done it a hundred times before.

I don’t know why that makes my stomach flip.

I expect him to say something smug, something loud and theatrical to make the whispers grow, but instead—he lowers his voice.

“Was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”

I freeze for half a second—just long enough for him to notice.

It’s different. The teasing intonation is still there, but his timbre is quieter, softer, meant just for me. Not for the show, not for the audience. Just for me.

I recover quickly, reaching for my goblet. “I almost didn’t.”

James hums, fingers drumming idly against my shoulder. He glances at Lily—just for a moment, just long enough to see if she’s looking. I should feel triumphant. The plan is working. But the moment stretches too long, his gaze lingering, and something distasteful coils in my stomach when I glance at Lily, too.

He’s still looking at her, but when he speaks, he’s only talking to me.

“That would’ve been a shame.”

I don’t respond immediately. I can’t.

Because he leans in, just slightly, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he finishes—"I would’ve missed you."

I don’t stiffen. I don’t freeze. Instead, I react exactly the way I’m supposed to—like this is normal, like we do this all the time. A slow, easy smile tugs at my lips, and I let out a breathy little laugh, tipping my head just enough to brush against his.

"Good thing I showed up, then," I murmur, voice smooth, effortless, the perfect counter to his. Commitment to the bit.

It’s a performance, it has to be. But it’s too easy, too natural, the kind of rhythm we shouldn’t have mastered so quickly. It doesn’t feel like a role. It feels real. And judging by the way James’ fingers falter slightly against my shoulder, he feels it too.

Across the table, Sirius’ smirk falters.

"Well," he says, tilting his head, too perceptive for my liking. "That’s new."

James leans back, grinning again, too quick, too easy. “Nothing new about it, mate. Just talking to my girl.”

His girl.

I force a laugh, I force myself to look away, to refocus. But the damage is already done.

Because for the first time, Simon isn’t even in my mind, and James’ flirting feels like it’s not just part of the plan.

And worst of all—for the first time, I think he felt it too.

— 3 —

The corridors are crowded between classes, students weaving between one another, voices overlapping as they rush to their next destinations. I should be doing the same—moving, blending in, not lingering long enough to be noticed.

But then, a body steps into my path, not unlike the feeling when I first collided with James. Only looking up, I see Simon.

I halt, too fast, too obvious.

He smiles, but it’s different. Not amused. Not easy. Just… considering.

“Didn’t think he was your type,” he says slowly.

It takes me a second too long to respond. I blink, my brain working to catch up. "What?"

Simon gestures vaguely, but I already know what he means. James.

I could laugh it off, make some snarky comment, dismiss the way Simon is watching me like he’s actually trying to figure something out.

Instead, my fingers tighten around my books.

"I didn’t think you cared," I reply coolly.

Simon huffs out a short laugh, tilting his head slightly. "I don’t."

Liar.

But before I can push, before I can say anything else, a familiar voice cuts in.

"Alright, sweetheart?"

And just like that, James is there. Not from around the corner. Not catching up. Just… there. Like he knew I’d be standing here, like this is just another part of the routine.

Except it isn’t. We never made walking to class together a rule. And yet—here he is, standing beside me, slipping into the moment effortlessly, like he was always meant to be there.

His arm doesn’t come around my shoulders this time, but his presence is heavy enough to feel. His gaze flickers to Simon, just for a second, assessing.

Simon shifts, just slightly. "We were just talking."

James smiles, too tight, too sharp. "Yeah? About what?"

Simon doesn’t answer, because he knows.

James knows too. His presence is imposing—he knows he’s interrupting, I know it, and Simon definitely knows it. It’s strangely… protective.

I exhale slowly, turning my main attention to James. "Nothing important."

James turns to me then, ignoring Simon entirely, his eyes softening just slightly. "Walk you to class?"

My heart stumbles.

It’s not in the rules. It’s not for an audience. It’s just… him. Asking, sweetly and kindly. I should overthink it. I should question it.

But instead, I only nod, unaware that I’m smiling.

And just like that, I walk away with him.

— 4 —

The library is quiet at this hour.

It’s always quiet, but now it’s the kind of silence that settles into your bones, the kind that makes every movement feel heavier, every breath feel louder than it should. The lanterns flicker, casting long, stretching shadows across the towering shelves. The whole place smells like fresh bundles of parchment and half-empty pots of ink, and for the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe.

Except… I can’t. Not really. Not when I know exactly why I’m here.

I told myself I was coming to study. To clear my head. To force myself back into something normal after a day that has been anything but. I told myself it had nothing to do with him. That it wasn’t about the way my pulse jumped when he showed up beside me earlier, that I wasn’t still thinking about the way Simon looked at us, or the way I had felt when I chose to walk away with James instead.

But lying to myself is getting harder.

The chair across from me scrapes against the floor. I don’t have to look up to know who it is.

James doesn’t belong in the library at this hour—or any hour, really. The last time I saw him with a book in front of him, he was using it as a makeshift pillow. But I feel him settle into the chair, his presence too tangible, too heavy, and just like that, the air shifts.

I should ask him why he’s here. I should question it, tease him, brush it off. But I don’t.

Instead, I just turn the page in front of me and keep my voice steady, even. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you here voluntarily.”

James doesn’t respond right away. I can feel him watching me, the weight of it pressing against my skin, penetrating into all my nerves as if they’re exposed. Then, finally— “I was looking for you.”

I falter.

It’s not what I expected. Not the easy banter, not the teasing. It’s quieter. Too honest.

I turn the page again, even though I haven’t actually read a single word. “Why?”

James leans back slightly, like he’s considering it. “Not sure.”

I finally glance up, and that’s a mistake.

Because the way he’s looking at me—it’s different.

Not smug, not amused, not like he’s trying to prove a point. It’s like he’s trying to figure something out, like he’s looking for an answer in my face that I don’t even have yet. He steps closer, approaching my seat slowly.

There’s a pull—deep, insistent, like gravity shifting just for him.

“You’re staring,” I say lightly, tilting my head. I mean it to be teasing, something to break the tension that’s building too fast, too thick. But my voice isn’t as steady as I want it to be.

James doesn’t look away. “So are you.”

I don’t have a response to that.

Silence stretches between us, thick and humming. The lanterns flicker again, casting shadows that move over the sharp angles of his face, and Merlin, I should say something. I should look away.

But I don’t.

Because he’s leaning in. Not much. Just enough.

Just enough that I can feel the space between us getting smaller, smaller, smaller. Just enough that I can see the flicker of something hesitant in his expression, something unsure, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll stop him.

I should.

I should pull away, laugh it off, remind him of what this is supposed to be. But his eyes drop to my mouth and I forget how to breathe.

A heartbeat passes. Two. The air is thick, crackling, waiting.

I blink, snap back to reality, shift slightly in my seat like I just remembered where we are, like I just remembered what we’re doing. My chin drops, I pull back.

James exhales, the spell breaking, the moment slipping through my fingers before I can fully grasp what it was.

He leans back, just enough to make it seem like it never happened at all.

And then—the smile is back. The effortless, easy, practiced one. The one that puts the distance back between us.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he says, voice low, amused. “You almost looked like you wanted to kiss me. ‘S against the rules, y’know.”

So were feelings.

I huff out a laugh, shaking my head, forcing myself to roll my eyes even though my heart is still pounding against my ribs. “In your dreams, Potter.”

His teeth show. “Every night.”

I shove my book at him, because it’s the only thing I can think to do. He laughs, catching it easily, the moment slipping into something safer, something familiar.

Tomorrow, we’ll pretend this didn’t happen. Tomorrow, I’ll tell myself it was nothing.

But right now, I can still feel the ghost of his breath on my lips.

And I don’t know what to do with that.

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but I knew you | j.potter [part one]

note : I took a massive break - almost 2 years and I am back now to continue where I left off and decided to finally write this as it was the prompt I was most excited about from the ts + marauders list! Hope y'all enjoy and pls be kind to me, I am not sure if I still have it in me to write fics like I did before :(

warnings : unparalleled amount of angst (though it's obvious), James x lily, hurt with a little bit of comfort but that's not until I decide to be kind, mentions of injury, just pure angst for now, this is tamer than later parts

James gets into an accident during a Quidditch game and develop amnesia - he doesn't remember the past 2 and a half years, and he currently has the mentality of fourth-year James. This doesn't bode well for you that your boyfriend of 2 years now currently thinks he's still  in love with Lily.

└——————— - [ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 - 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 ]. +

You were eating your pancakes while tuning out the usual commotion in the great hall when you felt his familiar presence behind you and that scent of his filling your nose, burning wood with hints of caramel and pine. You still wonder if your boyfriend uses perfume and don't really care enough to even ask as you prefer not to know to keep the illusion up. . .somewhat.

"Good morning, love." He greets you as he settled on the space beside you. Your housemates already knew to provide a space next to you, knowing James would appear any moment and claim it. He settled right in like he belonged in it, he did.

That, and people avoiding getting too closer to you in fear of your boyfriend setting his eyes on them and deciding they're a target for the Marauders' next pranks.

You smile at him. "Good morning, Jamey. You excited?"

He nods, flashing you his charming grin. "Always. Specially that you're gonna be watching me win another game against those sly bastards."

You laugh at him, you never understood the whole rivalry between Gryffindors and Slytherins. Sure you knew it dates back a thousand years ago to the founders, but you still cannot wrap your head around it.

Instead of disagreeing with him for the nth time, you only nod. "I'm sure you'll trample on them again like you did last time."

That response made him flash you his perfect set of pearly whites. Merlin, you can never stop your heart from skipping a beat when James bloody Potter grins like an idiot with hearts gleaming in his eyes.

.

You stand with the crowds cheering, waving the colors of red and gold son proudly as they yell at the top of their lungs. Welcoming the entrance of the Quidditch players of house Gryffindor.

There goes that familiar excitement, adrenaline creeping up from you as you take in the view of the Quidditch pitch filled with hundreds of students cheering.

And there goes your boyfriend in all his glory flying in with his broom, even looping in circles to show off and you laugh at that, Marlene scoffing beside you.

"Show off." She rolls her eyes.

You nod in agreement at that as you continued watching his familiar figure show off, flying close to the different stands to flash them his grin and once then he zeroed in on you, standing so proudly while waving at him.

He zoomed closer and gripped his broom to a halt, close enough to make sure you saw his wink which you playfully scoffed at. "Whad'ya say about giving a kiss for every goal, eh?"

You hear the surrounding students cheer and whistle as they enable his behavior. You laugh loudly at that but it's drowned out by their enthusiastic cheers, egging you to agree.

You roll your eyes this time. "But only if you win the game, if you lose then those points mean nothing."

James gives you the biggest grin and nods smugly at other Gryffindor at the stands. "Lucky me then, 'cause I never lose."

"I swear he needs a bludger to hit his head to knock 'im down a peg." Marlene scoffs next to you and crosses her arms. "That oughtta teach him."

.

The game is finally starting and the energy is higher than ever. You happily cheer on with your housemates as you watched your boyfriend play, never once taking your eyes off him.

You never really liked Quidditch, you though it was far too dangerous and ridiculous, why anyone would wanna risk getting hit by bloody balls so high up in the air in crusty brooms is beyond you.

But he loved it, he lived and breathed the sport. You also saw how much he enjoyed playing it with his best friend so you never spoke out against it despite how much you worry every single time he's on that broom in the air.

That bloody broom that you sometimes wish would malfunction so he'd stop using it and choose to stay on the ground with you forever, but you can't really clip his wings - so you just watch him soar.

And soar he did as he makes a show of flying in loops again to avoid the Slytherins blocking his way and successfully scoring a point. He turns right away to grin at you, although he was way too far - you could just tell he was grinning so proudly.

The noises drown out the sound of your heart beating rapidly. This is the nth game you've watched and you still cannot get used to it, this sport is gonna be the death of your heart one day.

It wasn't long before Gryffindor gained the upper hand, scoring way more than Slytherin did and the two Marauders were not above gloating.

They even made a show of smirking near the Slytherin stands so smugly, it had you slapping your forehead. They have a great knack for pissing people off.

The intensity of the game is rising as it nears its end and the opposing team try their hardest to catch up. The snitch finally appeared and it was down to the Seekers to finish the game and decide who wins this.

You watch in bathed breath as both Seekers chase after the snitch, right next to each other with both arms stretched out to catch it - everyone was watching them - and that meant everyone.

You turn away from them to look at James and it was there, as if the world slowed down as you watched a bludger make its way to him while he remained unaware - looking down at the two seekers competing below him in a close race to victory.

You felt your words get caught in your throat as it all happened too fast, you couldn't even get a word out as you watched him take the hit and his grip on his broom loosened.

It felt like forever watching him separate from his broom, fall slowly and Sirius flying down after him. The bludger hit him square in the back of his head and it disoriented him enough to make him fall off his broom.

You watch in horror as Sirius tried his best to catch up. It was only 2 feet from dropping to his death did he manage to grab James' arm and prop him up enough for both of them to tumble down and roll on the grass, avoiding pummeling straight down to multiply the bones they both had in their bodies.

You finally felt your scream escape you as you watched them roll on the grass. You hurriedly exited your seat and ran out of the stands. It felt like a blur, making your way down and running to where he was at.

All you could hear this time was your heart pounding, your blood almost raising to your head with how much you worried. You ran straight to James to who remained lying on the ground as the Professors were just a few steps behind you rushing in as well.

You dropped to your knees beside him, grabbing him to make sure there was still a sign of life in him. You called his name desperately many times as you shook his entire frame.

.

"It was probably my fault." Sirius was the first one to break the silence. Remus was quick to turn to him with a frown.

"Don't say that," Remus interjected right away. "No one could've seen it. It was unexpected."

"But it was my job to keep those buggers away from him," Sirius clenched his jaw. His position of leaning against the stone pillar not hiding his trembling frame. "I should've -"

"You saved him." You cut him off, your strong voice bouncing off the infirmary walls. "He would've just dropped down to die if you didn't act fast enough to catch him. By the time he was falling, some of the audience were still watching the Seekers."

Peter only nodded in silence, his eyes red from crying.

"Had you not been quick to dive after him, he would not be here in this room, but somewhere else getting treated for worse injuries." Remus added, agreeing to your words.

"You saved him, you're an incredible friend, Sirius." You give him a small smile which he returned, although you still see the strain in it.

"Did they say when he will wake up?" Peter asked, finally speaking up through his sniffles.

You shake your head, looking down at your hand in his. You are so not used to this, watching him lie so vulnerably like this. "They did not say, but they assured me that he's fine. Nothing is broken."

"That's a good thing, then. A fall like that would have been fatal, had it not been for Moony." Remus pats Sirius on the shoulder, your eyes did not miss the way Sirius followed his hand when he retracted it after the action.

You choose to ignore it and turn back to James' sleeping frame. You squeeze his hand. "He's a fighter, always been. He'll surely wake up in no tim-"

Not even getting the chance to finish your words, his eyes opened. It blinked many times to adjust to the light but you were already grinning so widely to see him regain conciousness.

"Bloody hell, the wonder boy lives." Sirius cheers as if he wasn't just moping and being all depressing moments ago. He walked over to James' bed, the opposite side of you to greet his best friend. "You bloody mutt! You finally decided to wake up, eh?"

Remus and Peter approached as well.

"Takes more than that to bring down a Potter, huh?" Remus joked.

"James Potter lives." Peter chimed in.

You ignore their jokes and dove right in to hug him, making sure you didn't put down all your weight on him and breathed in his familiar scent.

He's fine, you James is fine.

"You twat! I was so worried, I thought I was gonna have to wait on you to wake up for days or weeks."

You pull away smiling softly at him while he remained frowning. He scanned the people around him and the confusion left him as he saw the familiar faces of his best friends.

"Still disoriented, isn't he?" Peter asked Remus who hesitantly nodded at him. "Wakey wakey, Prongs."

"You worried the bloody hell out of us, mate." Sirius laughed, patting him on the chest.

"What- " James looked down, about to grab his head when he realized a weight rested on his hand. He looked down to find yours on top of his and immediately retracted it.

The action made the other three boys frown, it made your heart drop. You stare at him, you smile fading by the second as you start to drink him in.

His appearance, it is exactly like James. Your James. But those eyes, the way he looked at you like he did not know you, like you were a stranger made your skin crawl and it was then you slowly started to realize -

"Who are you?" James asked.

.

"Come on, mate. This is not funny." Remus scolded him, attempting to console you while a light tap on your shoulder as he stood next to you, looking down on James.

"What's not funny?" James asked, frowning still. "Why am I here and - what're you doing?"

You could feel your ears almost ring from the realization. It was slowly dawning on you while the other boys struggled to understand just what is happening.

"Sod off, Prongs. You gave ____ a big scare, it's not right to joke about it." Sirius was telling him off which was unusual but he's grown close to you enough through the years - he was your biggest supporter, he didn't like seeing your face react to James' words.

"What do you mean? And who is ____?"

You could almost laugh. Quidditch always scared you because of how dangerous it was but you let him soar free because he was a free bird when you met him, you weren't about to change that but here it is, your fears manifesting to a brutal reality.

"It's really not funny -" Peter was interrupted.

James sat up abruptly. "I don't understand you lot, I am telling you I don't know who that is." He points at you and the action made you want to throw up.

"Did he hit his head that hard?" Remus asked, starting to deduce the situation and forming theories right away as he was always the smart and rational one. "Prongs, you had an accident during Quidditch yesterday and you just woke up now."

"Yeah, mate. It was a big thing and your girlfriend, ____ has been with you all night." Sirius added.

"I have a girlfriend?" James frowned and looked at you, you begged yourself to look away so you woulnd't see how he looked at you like he was looking at a complete stranger but your eyes refused to move.

Instead they met his gaze bravely and every second felt like a stab to your chest.

"You've been together for 2 years, ____, tell him." Peter nudged you but your words would not come out.

You dared not move nor speak, in fear of what you'd show them. You knew you'd break down and you didn't want to show any of them that.

You swallowed it all down and just blankly stared back.

"If this is another prank you lot are pulling, it's not funny, we all know Lily is the only one for me."

Bloody fucking mumbling hell. That hurt.

to be continued . . .

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eventual james potter x fem!reader; inevitable angst and annoyance as james slowly matures over his time at hogwarts. slowburn.

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