I'm Trying To See Something

I'm trying to see something

Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys

Moon Knight AU

Word Count: Around 1.3k

Summary: in which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple.

Warnings: None (I don’t think?) it’s really just a story full of fluff.

MARC SLOWLY WALKED out of your bedroom. He was nervously fiddling with the t-shirt that you had given him. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was going to have a panic attack, but he tried breathing through it. He knew he could do this - and he wanted to.

"There you are." You said sweetly as your eyes landed on the man.

"Here I am. ." He responded, scratching the back of his neck.

"Steven asked if he should be worried that you have men's clothes here." He said lightheartedly.

You laughed as you cooked, elegantly moving around the small kitchen. You set her spatula down and looked to the man.

"Is he. . Jealous?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"Little bit." Marc felt the tension slowly leaving his body as you fell into comfortable banter.

"I assure you that Steven - and you - have nothing to worry about. I stole them from an old friend of mine back home." You said as your cheeks turned pink.

"Sorry, I don't mean to insinuate that you like me or have to like me. I was just -" You began to ramble as you tried to fix your mistake.

Marc smiled softly and closed the gap between the two of you, standing in front of your short person. He raised his hand hesitantly before wrapping it around yours.

"No, no. . I understand what you were saying." He assured you.

Your skin burned at his touch, in the best way possible. Steven was so lighthearted and silly, while Marc was mysterious and dark. It drove you crazy. You wanted to know everything about him.

"Well. . Good. Take a seat and I'll serve you." You told him, shooing him towards the table.

He happily obliged and took a seat, adjusting the sweatpants that hung on his hips. You set a plate in front of him consisting of a small stack of pancakes and waffles. You set syrup in the middle of the table before grabbing yourself a plate and sitting opposite of the man.

"I wasn't sure what you guys liked so I just made both." You said referring to the breakfast items, a nervous glint in your eyes.

"I'm good with anything. Steven prefers pancakes." He chuckled as he dug in.

"I'll keep that noted." You said as you tapped your head.

The two of you fell into a few minutes of comfortable silence before you decided to request something from him.

"So, Marc. Just like I asked Steven to, tell me about yourself."

"I - uh. There's really not much to tell." He told you.

You studied his reaction and saw the nervousness and uncomfortable look he suddenly held. You would have to take it much slower with Marc, you realized. He wasn't an open book like Steven.

"Let's start simple. Tell me this, what's your favorite movie? Because I already know how much Steven loves The Mummy."

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Marc was sat on the couch, waiting for you to find a particular blanket you were looking for. He watched you with humor in his eyes as you scurried around the apartment, looking for the item.

After a few minutes, you returned to the living room, wrapped up in a large fluffy blanket. You took a seat near the man and glanced at him.

"Sorry, I tend to misplace things." You giggled as you grabbed the remote and pressed play on the movie.

The two sat near one another, your knees almost touching. Marc glanced to you and back to the tv, contemplating what to do. Should he hold you? Or should he just stay where he was? He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"You can lay with me. . If you want?" You broke his train of thought. It was as if you could read his mind.

He looked over to you, to see you holding your arms open towards him. Without hesitation, he dove into your arms and laid his head on your chest. You giggled at his eagerness and wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm sorry. . You just don't know how long I've waited for this." He admitted in just barely a whisper.

"Really?" You asked with surprise.

He nodded his head in reply, resting his palm against your stomach. You bit at your lip before reaching up and running your fingers through his wild curls - causing him to let out a sigh of content.

You didn't press further and adjusted the blanket so it was covering the both of you. Your focus became engrossed in the movie and that's how you two spent their day off.

☽ ♞ ☾

You were stood at the museum gift shop, a clipboard in your hands as you examined the items for purchase. You had to keep rereading the words on the paper - as your mind was completely distracted with thoughts of Marc and Steven.

Your heart fluttered at the mere thought of the men, a smile always finding a way to your lips when thinking of them. You had come to the realization that you were inevitably falling in love. You knew you shouldn't be and you knew you should feel guilty - in a way you did. Would you ever be able to tell the boys the real reason you came into their lives? They would probably hate you.

That thought made your stomach drop. Should you just tell them now instead of pushing it off? You didn't know what to do. It was another instance of when Natasha would come to your rescue. But that was no more. And you certainly weren't going to ask Peter, the 15 year old, about it. You were on your own and it was nerve wracking.

"Love." The familiar sweet British accent rang in your ears, pulling you back to reality.

You spun on your heels, now facing an adorable Steven. His lips were broken into his toothy smile and all you wanted to do was plant kisses along his face. But you refrained - hardly.

"Hey, you." You beamed as you set your clipboard down and stepped towards him, gently tugging him closer by his jacket.

His curls were wild and unruly - and you loved them that way. His eyes carried bags underneath, alerting you to his lack of sleep. A frown immediately replaced your grin.

"You didn't sleep did you?" You asked him, your voice filled with worry.

You hadn't seen him in a day or two - ever since you met Marc for the first time. He had been busy with work and what you assumed was Moon Knight business.

"I uh. . no." He admitted, a frown now on his face.

"Well. . I guess you know what that means?" You tilted your head slightly as you asked him. He shook his head no and gave you a confused look.

"It means you have to sleep with me tonight." You told him, a smile popping back onto your lips.

Steven's eyes widened at your words. He knew what you meant, but he couldn't help but think about the other thing. He blushed deeply before smiling at you.

"That is very much needed." He told you, an eager look in his eyes.

"Marc says it's just what he needs." He added on with an eye roll, making you laugh.

"Tell Marc, there's enough of me for both of you this evening." You sent him a wink, knowing it would make the man blush even more.

"I uh -"

"Bye, love." You turned and grabbed your clipboard, walking away from the awestruck Steven.

He was stood stuck in his spot, his eyes wide with adoration and lust as he watched you walk away. Marc was rattling around inside his head, demanding him to go after you. Marc wanted to continue that conversation.

"No, no. I have work to do." Steven took a deep breath as he calmed himself, still watching your retreating figure.

"We gotta keep ourselves in control." He muttered to his alter before trudging towards the cash register.

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𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚: 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

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

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

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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.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

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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You’re Losing Me Part 14

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?

A/N: this is a hanahaki au. WC: 3.9k

Remus sits in a booth, anxiously tapping the tabletop with a butter knife as he waits. The boys had kept him back for too long. At least that’s what he thought. Between trying to find a decent outfit and listening to James’ ridiculous plan, Remus was sure he’d be late; running all the way here to not keep you waiting. Funnily enough, now here he sits, waiting for you to join him.

“Ready to order?” The waitress asks pointedly as she approaches the table.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, setting down the cutlery with a sheepish smile.

“So?” She asks again, this time with a smile. “Ready to order?”

“I’m actually waiting for-“

“Moons!”

Remus’ head whips up at the sound of your voice and when he sees you standing at the entrance, he completely forgets about the person right in front of him.

“Hey.” He breathes, though you’re nowhere near close enough to hear him- something the waitress finds incredibly amusing. She looks between the two of you with a curious gaze.

“I’ll just…give you a minute…” She says- mostly to herself- before turning around and hurrying towards the kitchen.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late,” You apologize once you reach the booth.

“You’re not.” Remus assures you. “I got here early.”

“I had to talk to McGonagall about the classes I dropped-“

“It’s fine.”

“And then I went to meet with Kettleburn to see if he’d still allow me to do my apprenticeship with him-“

“No worries.”

“And for some reason everybody wanted to stop me on the way here to say hi? And like, yeah it’s nice but-“

“You look lovely.” Remus says casually, effectively stopping your rambling.

You freeze, cutting yourself off mid sentence before looking up at Remus with a confused smile.

“Just for the record.” He adds.

“Shut up.” You mumble, laughing nervously.

“No, really.” Remus insists with a nod.

You continue to stare at him skeptically.

“I especially love your jumper.” He comments, eyeing said garment teasingly while he takes a sip of his water.

You roll your eyes with an amused huff.

“You mean your jumper?”

“Is that where I know it from?” Remus asks, pretending as if the information shocked him.

“Do you want it back?” You ask with a guilty smile, already starting to pull one of your arms through the sleeve. After all, it is long overdue. You’d had it for over a month now.

“Not a chance.” Remus refuses, reaching over and placing his hand upon yours.

Your smile drops as you stare at Remus’s hand now sitting atop yours. Your gaze slowly rises and you swallow nervously when you lock eyes with him. The playfulness of it all gone as you hold his stare, unable to look away.

“It looks better on you.” He adds softly, causing your cheeks to warm.

“I brought some appetizers!” The waitress announces, setting the platter down with a proud smile. “On the house, of course.”

Remus pulls his hand away and you clear your throat, avoiding his gaze as you readjust the jumper. The waitress looks between you curiously.

“I didn't interrupt anything, did I?” She asks cautiously.

“No.” You tell her at the same time that Remus says “Yes.”

You look at Remus with wide eyes before turning to stare at the waitress, no doubt looking just as shocked as you feel. She’d have laughed at your expression if she didn’t find you two stumbling over your words so endearing.

“Right. Well…enjoy!” She smiles knowingly, walking away before either of you can even thank her.

You and Remus exchange a shy grin before digging into the food.

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“Sorry again for being late.” You apologize with a frown, dipping some fries into the pile of ketchup and taking a bite. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long…”

“Waiting for you has never been a problem before.” Remus hums absentmindedly, picking up a chicken wing and taking a huge bite. “Don’t see why it would be now.”

Choosing to ignore the somersault your heart just did at his confession, you smile appreciatively at Remus only to let out a startled laugh when you look at him.

“What?” He asks, mouth still full of food.

“You have barbecue sauce on your face.” You inform him in between giggles.

Remus grabs a napkin and wipes the side of his mouth before looking to you for approval.

“It’s still there.” You tell him with a shake of your head.

Remus frowns and wipes his face again.

“Did I get it?”

“Not even close…”

“For fucks-“ He aggressively wipes his face a third time. “Good?”

“Give me that.” You huff, stealing the napkin out of his hand. “Come here.”

Remus leans forward and you gently grab hold of his chin as you wipe the napkin across the right side of his mouth.

“Honestly, Moony.” You scold teasingly. “If the napkin came back clean the first time around, why would you continue to wipe the same spot?”

“Make fun all you want, love. From where I’m standing it looks like I won.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. “How so?”

“Mm-mm.” He shrugs casually before smiling at you. “But I am quite comfortable.”

It’s only then that you realize you’re still gingerly holding his chin, with his face mere inches from yours. You see his eyes drop to your lips and that’s when you seem to finally snap out of it, pulling away abruptly to put some space between the two of you.

“Here.” You hand him back the napkin, avoiding eye contact as you do. “Try not to make a mess this time.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nods, chuckling at the offended look you give him.

You playfully stick your tongue out at him and Remus points at something over your shoulder, taking a few of your fries when your back is turned.

“Hey!” You whine when you realize that he’d simply tricked you.

“Oh, did you want them?” Remus asks cluelessly after having shoved the fries into his mouth.

“No…” You shake your head, leaning back in your seat before adding, “…tosser.”

Remus throws his head back in laughter before looking at you with a fond smile.

“Missed you.” He confesses. And it’s true; he had. It had been so long since you’d been your playful self, he almost forgot how much he loved it. Almost.

“Missed you too.” You return. “That’s why I asked you to ditch.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, taking a large gulp of his drink.

“Yeah.” You confirm with a nod, as you shyly avoid his gaze. “I know how important class is to you but I was really hoping you would say yes…”

“As if I could ever say no to you.” Remus scoffs.

“Careful Moony. You keep saying things like that I might just go ahead and fall in love with you.” You tease, schooling your features even though your face feels as if it’s on fire.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” Remus asks with a raised brow.

You simply grin at him before picking up another fry and dipping it in the mountain of ketchup.

“So how are you?” He asks.

“Fine.” You shrug, dipping the fry back into the ketchup absentmindedly. “Better than fine, actually.”

“You’re not in any pain?” Remus asks worriedly. “Or shortness of breath? Or coughing up flowers?”

“No. No. And no.” You answer, still dunking the fry into ketchup.

“That’s great.”

“Yeah…” You hum, fry now limp and soggy from the amount of ketchup it’s drenched in.

“But?” Remus asks, reaching over and gently grasping your wrist, stopping you from dunking the poor sliver of potato even more.

Finally realizing what you’ve been doing, you grimace at the fry before setting it back down on the plate and wiping your hands with a napkin.

“Do you think I made a mistake?” You ask softly, staring at him with wide eyes, anxious to hear his thoughts.

Remus takes a deep breath before crossing his arms and sitting back in his seat.

“Do you think you made a mistake?”

“No.” You answer immediately. “I mean, you saw me.” You remind him with a frown. “I was at death’s door. This was the best option for me. For my health. My- my chance at living!”

“Then what’s the problem?” Remus asks with a frown of his own.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I just… I feel off…”

“Off how?” He asks, voice filled with concern.

“I-I feel like something is missing...”

“Like…the guy…” Remus stutters nervously, sitting up in his seat. “The uh- the one who caused your hanahaki?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I knew I would forget him. I was fine with that. I am fine with that. This is something else. I don’t know what. But I know something is missing. My brain is too…quiet…”

“Quiet? Hmm… Do you think they did the surgery wrong? Did you forget more than you should have?”

“I don’t know!” You groan in frustration before letting out a long sigh. “I don’t know… Everyone worth remembering, I remember.”

“Okay…” Remus nods. “That’s good!”

You look up at him and he’s surprised to see your eyes filled with tears.

“But I feel… empty… and I don’t know why…”

“You’re crying…” Remus says softly.

“I am?” You ask, wiping under your eye and frowning when your fingertip comes back wet. “Fuck.”

Remus hands you a napkin and you take it with a grateful smile, sniffling as you dab your eyes.

“See?” You ask, balling up the napkin and tossing it on the table before pointing at your eyes. “What is this?! Why is this happening!?”

“When was your last period?” Remus asks curiously.

You glare at him and he immediately hurries to explain himself.

“PMS is a thing, Y/N! You know better than I do. Could it be that?” He suggests.

“I am not discussing my monthlies with you.” You tell him matter-of-factly. “…But it’s not that.”

“Okay.” Remus relents, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry I brought it up.”

“What if your emotions are trying to get regulated?” He offers instead.

“Do you think that’s possible?” You ask skeptically.

“Considering that hanahaki was thought to be eradicated this whole time and somehow you got it, I’d say pretty much anything is possible.” Remus shrugs.

“Lucky me.” You tell him, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Remus smiles sympathetically at you.

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“Hey Y/N?” Remus calls as you both start walking back to the castle.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

You contemplate it for a moment before eventually nodding.

“Sure.”

“Why did you ask me to Hogsmeade today?” Remus asks, eyes fixed on the ground as he walks. “I mean, without the guys.”

“Well, because I missed you…” You tell him with a nervous chuckle. “I thought that was obvious.”

“I missed you too.” He nods. “But so did Pads and Wormtail and Pr-“ He stops, cutting himself off before he could mention James.

“Well yeah,” You agree. “But that’s different.”

“How?” Remus asks curiously.

His curiosity only grows when you smile knowingly at him before facing forward and skipping ahead, leaving him behind.

“It just is.” You call over your shoulder at him with a giggle.

Remus looks at you curiously but chooses to let it go for now, hurrying to catch up with you. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you, so he’ll give you some time before asking all the questions plaguing his mind.

Upon entering the common room, he walks you to the staircase that leads up to the girl’s dormitories.

“Thanks for hanging out with me, Moony.” You smile at him.

“Yeah of course, love.” Remus nods with a smile of his own. “Any time.”

You gaze at him for a moment, as if you’re contemplating something before finally, taking a step closer to him. Remus watches with bated breath as you get on your tiptoes and press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss. Remus stands frozen, staring wide eyed at you while you take a step back, staring back at him with a shy grin.

“Okay…good night…” You tell him, turning around.

Before he even knows what he’s doing, Remus has reached forward and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from going any further. You look up at Remus in confusion, wondering what he’s doing.

“Are you sure you don’t remember him?” He asks suddenly, anxiously.

“Who?”

“Ja- the guy. The one who caused your hanahaki.” Remus stutters. “You don’t remember him? At all?”

You furrow your brows in concentration before eventually shaking your head.

“I just remember you.” You tell him with a confused smile, wondering why he’s suddenly bringing him up.

Remus continues to stare at you wordlessly, causing your confusion to grow.

“Why do you ask?” You finally ask him, head tilting to the side curiously as you watch him.

“It’s nothing.” Remus mumbles, shaking his head as he lets go of your wrist. “Sorry. Get some rest, love. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You nod, waving at Remus a final time before turning around and hurrying up the stairs. “Good night.”

Remus watches you climb the stairs and turn down the hall, surely going to your dorm. As soon as you’re out of sight, Remus leans against the wall, running a hand down his face.

“What are you doing, Moony?” He asks himself before finally making his way to his own dorm.

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The moment Remus exits the bathroom, James is standing right in front of him. Remus raises a brow but when James continues to silently stare at him, he walks around him to finish getting dressed.

“So?” James finally asks, following him.

“So what?” Remus asks as he ties his shoelaces.

“So how’d it go last night?”

Remus freezes, smiling softly to himself before shaking his head.

“It was fine.” He shrugs, standing up and quickly fixing his duvet.

“That’s it?” James asks with a frown, following after Remus as he crosses the room to get his backpack. “Just fine?”

“Yeah.” Remus nods, making sure he has everything he needs before closing his bag.

“What’d you guys talk about?” James continues to interrogate as they make their way out of the dorm and towards the Great Hall.

“Prongs…” Remus sighs.

“What? I can ask, can't I?” James defends. “I’m not doing it to be malicious. I’m asking as a concerned friend-“

“She doesn’t see you as a friend anymore, mate.” Sirius interrupts with a grimace.

“-who is trying to get back the woman he loves.” James continues, acting as if he hadn’t heard Sirius- though the flicker of pain in his eyes says otherwise. “So? What’d you guys talk about?”

“I don’t know, Prongs. Lots of things!” Remus shrugs.

“Yeah. But what exactly?”

“I can’t tell you.” He shakes his head.

“Why not?” James frowns.

“I just- I don’t know… Some of the things were quite personal. They were about her hanahaki and her surgery. I don’t wanna put her business out there…”

“So you’re keeping secrets?” James asks curtly. “Again.”

“I’m respecting her privacy.” Remus responds with a frown.

“Sounds like you’re keeping secrets.” James mumbles to himself.

“You can call it whatever you want.” Remus sighs. “But I already told you that I wasn’t gonna spy on her.”

“He’s right, mate.” Sirius agrees. “You shouldn’t put Moony in the middle of all this. I mean… even more than he already is.”

“It’s not spying!” James argues. “It’s simply talking to her and then sharing everything that she said with me!”

“That’s spying, idiot!” Sirius shouts.

“No it’s not.” James frowns.

“That’s literally the definition of it, Prongs.” Sirius groans.

“Okay, guys-“ Peter interjects with a nervous laugh.

“Alright, fine, whatever. Did she say anything about me?” James asks instead, borderline begging Remus to give him something, anything, even the smallest sliver of hope.

“Just that she doesn’t remember you. Like at all…” Remus tells him, smiling sympathetically. “Sorry Prongs. I specifically asked her… There’s nothing there. She- she doesn’t remember anything about you…”

“Oh…” James mumbles, staring at the ground as he walks. “Well, that’s okay…”

“It is?” Remus, Peter, and Sirius all ask at the same time.

“Yeah.” James nods, looking at his friends with a determined smile. “It’s fine that she doesn’t remember me. It’s brilliant, actually. That means we can start all over again. I can do things right this time.”

“How’re you gonna do that?” Peter asks as they finally reach the Great Hall.

“Simple. I’ll just turn on the good ol’ Potter charm.” He winks before heading towards the Gryffindor table.

“Yeah, because that’s worked out so well for him in the past.” Sirius comments sarcastically.

“I don’t buy the whole optimistically positive thing. So how’s he really doing?” Remus asks Sirius worriedly.

“Oh, you know…” Sirius trails off before sighing. “He missed lunch yesterday. And dinner.”

Remus and Peter nod with a frown.

“I finally found him in the locker rooms, and it was completely trashed… Chairs thrown across the room, pictures of past teams shattered, his broom was broken in two…”

“Merlin’s beard…” Peter curses.

“When I finally got him to stop, he broke down crying…” Sirius sighs dejectedly. “Took me ages to calm him down and even longer to get him to move. Finally managed to put him to bed around one a.m.”

The three boys look at James in concern before following after him and taking a seat, mentally preparing themselves for whatever happens next between the two of you.

You enter the Great Hall a few minutes later and scan the table, looking for your friends.

“Oi! Y/L/N! Over here!” Sirius calls, waving his arm to get your attention.

You wave back at him enthusiastically before heading towards him with a smile. You come to an abrupt stop when you see James sitting with the boys- your boys- once more.

“Y/N! Hi! Good- good morning!” James greets with a smile.

Your smile drops as you stand there, staring at him with a blank expression. James swallows, his own smile starting to waver slightly.

“Can I just take a moment to tell you how absolutely stunning you look this morning?” He asks with a flirty grin, hoping that if he over exaggerates, you won’t be able to tell how nervous he actually is.

“Ew. No.” You grimace.

Confidence shot, James looks to Sirius for help.

“We asked James to join us for breakfast this morning.” He’s quick to interject. “You don’t mind, do you?”

You look away from James, taking in the hopeful expressions on your friends faces before setting your books down with a loud thud.

“I guess not.” You mumble, sitting down and starting to fill your plate up. “It’s not like I have much of a choice.”

Again, James looks to the marauders for support. Peter doesn’t even notice, already shoveling food into his mouth. Remus gives him a sympathetic shrug of his shoulders and Sirius gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

“What?” You ask after a few minutes, voice filled with irritation.

Sirius, Peter and Remus share a confused look before turning to you.

“Wha-“

“Do you need something?” You ask coldly, putting your spoon down and staring right at James.

James stares back with wide eyes, mouth parted in shock before he shakes his head.

“Who? Me? N-no! Everything’s fi-“

“Then can you stop staring at me?” You interrupt.

“S-sorry?” James stammers. He’s choking. He wasn’t expecting to get caught staring and now he’s choking- stuttering over his words like a damn fool. “I wasn’t-“

“I can tell your eyesight is shit.” You tell him bluntly. James subconsciously adjusts his glasses. “And while I can sympathize- or at least pretend to, I’d very much like to enjoy my breakfast in peace without you burning a hole into the side of my head from how piercing your gaze is so either lower it or risk going permanently blind.”

All four boys stare at you in shock, having never heard you speak like this before, let alone to James.

“Your choice.” You shrug with a fake smile before getting back to your breakfast.

James shares an uneasy look with Sirius before lowering his gaze to stare at his plate.

“Right…Sorry.”

“You’re about to be.” You warn before taking a sip of your tea.

Beside you, Peter lets out a high pitched giggle before quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. You turn to look at him with a confused smile.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, sheepishly dropping his hand. “I laugh whenever I feel uncomfortable…”

“You’re so cute.” You coo, pinching his cheek teasingly and laughing when he pulls away from you. “Oh my god, look at how red your ears are! Aw, are you getting shy Peter?”

“Stop.” He whines, covering his ears with his hands. “Let me eat! I have a test today.”

Everyone laughs at that before Sirius changes the topic, bringing up the latest run-in he had with Snivellus.

After a few minutes you scan the table, looking for something before groaning. A napkin is suddenly thrust into your face and you pull back with a surprised frown. You raise a brow at James and he smiles.

“Did ya need a napkin?” He asks, still smiling as he holds his out to you once more.

“No.” You tell him, still frowning.

“Oh…my mistake…” He apologizes, awkwardly putting his napkin back down.

You scan the food in front of you once more before turning your attention to Remus and Sirius.

“Do you see any oranges-“ James suddenly stands from his seat and hurries a few meters down the table before grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl and hurrying back.

He holds the orange up with a triumphant grin, chest heaving slightly as he tries to calm his breathing.

“I got an orange.” He pants.

“Congratulations.” You say simply, looking at him as if he’s crazy.

“Do you want it?” He asks, sitting back down.

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously before looking at Remus who shakes his head, finding himself just as clueless as you are about the whole situation. You turn your gaze back to James and continue to stare at him.

“It’s yours! Here. Have it.” James announces, placing the orange in front of you. As soon as you start to reach for it, he takes it back, much to your annoyance. “Actually, let me peel it first.”

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” You suddenly ask him.

The four boys look at you with wide eyes.

“Huh?” James asks, confused.

“Do I look like an idiot?” You repeat firmly, holding his gaze.

“No.” James denies, vehemently shaking his head. “Of course not!”

“Then why would you think I can’t peel it myself?”

“I-I was only trying to help…” James says softly, gently setting the orange back on the table.

“Yeah well, I didn’t ask for your help. Nor do I want it. Just like I didn’t want you to compliment me this morning. Get it through your head, creep. I don’t want anything from you.”

The boys watch silently as you stand up and start to gather your belongings.

Wordlessly, James slides the orange across the table, hoping you’ll take it, hoping you'll accept his peace offering, but knowing you won’t.

“Keep it.” You tell James harshly before letting out a tired sigh. “Just, keep it and stay the hell away from me.”

With that, you get the rest of your things and turn around, quickly making your way out of the great hall.

“Was that the Potter charm you were talking about?” Sirius asks awkwardly, if only to ease the tension.

James groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Fuck off, Pads.”

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AU! NORMAL STEVE HARRINGTON

CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM JOINING A BAND 🤩

𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐒.𝐁

Sirius Black Being The Cockiest Mf Ever Trying To Impress His Crush And She Is Not Impressed In The Slightest

summery: after Sirius gives up on his boastful ways of flirting, you turn the other cheek and notice the popular marauder is sweet and dorky on the inside.

warnings: not proof read. one inappropriate joke, but that’s all 🫶🏻

pairing: sirius black x reader

Sirius Black was a charmer. That was for certain. Rumors spread like the plague of his roughish ways. You were not a fan of him, which was unfortunate for you because he was a fan of you. Constantly. Every chance he would get, he would flirt you up in the hallway.

“Hey y/n, what are you doing later?” He would ask you. You replied with, “McGonagall’s transfiguration essay.”

Sirius just smirked and returned with his cocky banter, “That’s a shame, I wish you’d do me instead.” He grinned, James and Peter behind him laughing.

It wasn’t genuine, or at least that’s how you felt. You rolled your eyes and replied with, “You wish, Black. In your dreams.”

You walked away with out seeing or hearing Sirius’ response. It frustrated you to no end that he would joke that way. You wanted to save him the trouble. He was obnoxious and too cocky for your own liking.

You missed when he was sweet and genuine. Not the popular boy that has become a staple at Hogwarts.

Sirius on the other hand, genuinely did want you. But no other tactic had gotten him a date. The rumors were misconstrued and he put on a cocky front. But in reality he was just as shy and dorky as he used to be.

One night after a hogsmeade trip, you were reading in the Gryffindor common room. It was a nice quiet night by the fire place. But all of a sudden, Sirius showed up, sat in an arm chair near you and started playing with wizarding cards.

“Could you keep that down?” You asked him, looking up from your book.

You expected a witty and cocky calculated response, but instead Sirius looked flushed. He ran a hand through this shiny hair and nodded, a little shy.

He gave up on impressing you and being so boastful. What did he have to lose? “Yeah sure, sorry.” He replied.

Sirius’ response continued to surprise you. Where were his annoyingly witty comments and jokes? Why wasn’t he flirting?

“Are you okay?” You asked, now a little confused.

“Yeah I’m fine,” he replied, lookin over at you. In his mind you looked so beautiful sitting by the fire. “Urm—actually I wanted to apologize. For making you so upset. I just think you’re really pretty an all. But I’m taking the hint and I’ll stop.”

He sounded so sweet about it and vulnerable. This was the Sirius you liked. The genuine one.

You smiled softly, “Thank you for the apology Sirius. I appreciate it. But you really think I’m pretty?” You asked.

He nodded, continuing to be sincere in his response. “Yeah, could never take my eyes off you love?” He said. It was straightforward and flirty but absolutely adorable and dorky.

You blushed. Why couldn’t be t he like this all the time?

“I like you like this.” You said, with a small smile. Sirius flushed.

“Y-you-u do?” He asked, a little surprised. This was the first time you’d shown him affection.

“Yeah. I mean when you aren’t being so boastful and cocky around me. I like the genuine you, Sirius.” You said.

With that, he sat up and walked over to the couch. He sat next you and both were facing each other.

“Sooo, I guess what you’re saying is???” He teased. You lightly pushed him and laughed.

“I’m saying if you tried to ask me out in a less boastful way. I would say yes.” You explained, blushing.

Sirius felt like he’d won the jackpot. “Really?! Uh I mean oh that’s cool.” He said, earning another giggle out of you.

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” He asked, sincerely.

You nodded, “Yes Sirius, I will.”

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4 years ago

Samuel L Jackson: I only work with highly competent individuals. All of the-

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It's Always Been You

james potter x fem!reader

Completed! Series

summary - You've known golden-boy James Potter for as long as you can remember. Though you don't just know him—he's your very best friend. But there's just one problem: you've fallen deeply, madly in love with him. Or two problems, if you count his thing for your friend Lily Evans. As time goes by, all you want is to get over him. Although, James seems set on making that the most impossible challenge of them all.

tags: James Potter x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, unrequited love (or is it), "why are you pushing me away?", some miscommunication, Marauder!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, and a kiss that changed everything.

warnings: underage drinking, some mild cursing, occasional innuendo, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n

a/n: this story has been a long time in the making ... but I'm very excited for it to be out! a very special thank u to everyone who supported it during its release, it rly means the world to me. with that being said, happy reading !! hope you guys enjoy <3 - e

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