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Muichiro x Reader Last Part
Y/n takes up the mantle
The sun had barely risen over the misty mountains when Y/n Rengoku trained her blade against the practice dummy, her strikes precise and purposeful. Ever since her older brother, Kyojuro, had passed, the void he left behind burned hotter than the flames he wielded. Y/n had always admired her brother’s resolve, his steadfast will to protect others. Now, that responsibility weighed on her shoulders.
Kyojuro’s death was not just the loss of a beloved brother—it was a call to arms. She had been born a Rengoku, destined to wield the flames that symbolized their family’s strength. When the message of Kyojuro’s passing reached her, she mourned then sharpened her blade and vowed to finish what her brother started.
Even Muichiro, her partner and the Mist Hashira, noticed the change in her. He found her training harder, her aura colder and sharper than before. Though he often tried to comfort her, Y/n’s heart was too consumed with the fire of her purpose.
The day of the Hashira meeting came swiftly. The Hashira gathered in a serene clearing near the Master’s residence, the air heavy with anticipation. The Master of the Demon Slayer Corps, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, sat at the head of the group, his calm presence commanding silence among the Hashira.
“The loss of Kyojuro Rengoku was a tragedy for us all,” the Master began, his voice gentle but firm. “Yet, as he would have wanted, the fight against Muzan and his demons must continue. Therefore, the position of the Flame Hashira cannot remain vacant.”
A hush fell over the group. Tengen glanced at Sanemi, who crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Mitsuri clutched her hands to her chest, her expression torn between sorrow and curiosity.
The Master paused, his face serene yet grave. Then, he spoke again. “Now, the person taking over as the Flame Pillar will be—”
The faint sound of footsteps echoed from behind the Master, drawing every Hashira’s attention. From the shadows, Y/n emerged, her figure lit by the morning sun. She was dressed in a uniform similar to Kyojuro’s, but her haori bore a fiercer pattern, her flames sharper, more defiant. Her eyes, usually warm, burned with a quiet, unyielding rage none of them had seen before.
“Me,” Y/n declared, her voice steady and unshaken. She stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the gathered Hashira. “I will take up my brother’s mantle. I will carry on his legacy. And I will burn every demon who stands in our way.”
The Hashira exchanged glances, their surprise evident. Sanemi scoffed, though not unkindly. “Tch, you’ve got his fire, I’ll give you that.”
Mitsuri’s eyes glistened with tears. “Y/n…” Mitsuri was there when y/n was younger, she was like a little sister to her. In her eyes she lost a brother and her younger sister to loss.
Even Muichiro, usually stoic, allowed a small flicker of pride to cross his features as he watched her from his position.
The Master smiled softly. “Y/n Rengoku, the flames within you burn brightly. Your determination will carry the strength of the Flame Hashira forward.”
Y/n’s fists clenched, and she nodded solemnly. “I won’t fail. Not like before. I will honor Kyojuro by ensuring that no one else has to lose someone they love to Muzan and his demons.”
As the meeting concluded, Y/n felt a warm yet painful surge in her chest. She had stepped into Kyojuro’s shoes, but this was just the beginning. With her blade in hand and the fire of determination in her heart, she vowed to blaze a trail through the darkness, her brother’s spirit guiding her every step.
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Muichiro x Reader Pt.3
Y/N and Muichiro are training having a great time, until a crow comes delivering devastating news.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting dappled light through the forest canopy as Y/N Rengoku and Muichiro Tokito sparred in the clearing. The sound of clashing swords and the crackle of Y/N’s Flame Breathing filled the air. Her movements were fierce and determined, her blade a streak of fire against Muichiro’s calm and calculated strikes.
“You’re faster than yesterday,” Muichiro remarked, stepping aside to avoid a sweeping flame attack.
Y/N grinned, her fiery spirit evident in her expression. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to keep up, Mist Hashira.”
Despite her teasing, the two worked in perfect rhythm. Fire and mist danced together, creating an almost mesmerizing display of contrasting styles. When Y/N finally landed a strike against Muichiro’s sword, he stumbled back slightly, a rare smile tugging at his lips.
“I think that was luck,” he muttered.
“Call it skill,” Y/N teased, lowering her sword as she let out a laugh.
They both sank to the ground to rest, the air around them filled with the pleasant hum of nature. Y/N wiped sweat from her brow, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “One day, I’ll be good enough to fight alongside Kyojuro. No—better. I’ll carry on the Rengoku name and make him proud.”
Muichiro glanced at her, his tone soft but certain. “You already make him proud. Everyone can see it, Y/N.”
She smiled at him, warmth blooming in her chest. Before she could respond, a loud caw pierced the peaceful moment.
Kyojuro’s crow swooped down from the trees, its wings beating frantically. Its voice was urgent, grave.
“Grave news! Grave news! Kyojuro Rengoku has fallen in battle! The Flame Hashira is dead!”
The words struck like lightning. Y/N froze, the blood draining from her face as she stared at the crow. “What… what did you say?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
The crow repeated the message, its tone mournful. “Kyojuro Rengoku has fallen. He perished valiantly fighting Upper Moon Three to protect the innocent.”
Y/N’s sword slipped from her hand, hitting the ground with a hollow clang. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the forest floor. “No… no, this can’t be true,” she cried, shaking her head violently. “He’s too strong. He can’t—he wouldn’t—”
Her voice broke into sobs, raw and heart-wrenching. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched at the grass beneath her, the weight of the news crushing her. “Kyojuro… you promised. You promised you’d always be there…”
Muichiro dropped to his knees beside her, his usual calmness replaced with concern. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle but steady. “Y/N… I’m so sorry.”
She buried her face in her hands, her body trembling as she cried. Muichiro stayed by her side, his presence quiet and grounding. He wasn’t sure what to say—what could he say to ease the pain of losing someone so dear?
“I know how much he meant to you,” Muichiro murmured after a long silence. “And I know how proud he was of you. He wouldn’t want you to lose yourself in this pain.”
Y/N didn’t respond, her sobs continuing to shake her frame. But deep within her, beneath the crushing grief, something sparked. A fire, small but unyielding, began to grow.
After what felt like an eternity, Y/N lifted her head, her tear-streaked face filled with a new resolve. Her voice, though hoarse, was steady. “He gave his life to protect others. He died a hero. I won’t let his sacrifice be in vain.”
Muichiro blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in her demeanor.
“I’ll become the next Flame Hashira,” she continued, her eyes blazing with determination despite the tears still streaming down her face. “I’ll carry on his legacy. I’ll fight for the people he loved, just like he did. And I’ll never let his flame die out.”
Muichiro nodded, his respect for her growing even stronger. Though her grief was raw, the fire within her was undeniable—bright, fierce, and unbreakable.
“I’ll be here with you,” Muichiro said softly, his voice like a gentle mist surrounding her flame. “Every step of the way.”
Together, they sat in the clearing, the weight of Kyojuro’s loss heavy in the air. But despite the darkness, Y/N’s fire burned brighter than ever, a testament to the legacy her brother had left behind.
Muichiro x Reader Pt.2
Muichiro asks Kyojuro for his blessing in asking Y/N to be on his girlfriend.
The warm hues of a setting sun blanketed the Rengoku estate, mirroring the fiery spirit that ran through the family. Y/N Rengoku, Kyojuro’s younger sister, had inherited the same vibrant determination that defined her older brother. Though still in training to become the next Flame Hashira, she had already proven herself a capable and fierce fighter. Yet, outside of her grueling training and relentless pursuit of perfection, there was one person who softened her edges—Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira.
Over the past few months, Y/N and Muichiro had grown close. Their relationship started as casual conversations during missions and shared dinners after exhausting battles. Soon, those moments turned into secret dates under moonlit skies, laughter shared amidst blossoming cherry trees, and quiet walks where words weren’t needed.
Muichiro, though reserved, found solace in Y/N’s fiery yet warm personality. For Y/N, Muichiro’s calm demeanor felt like the perfect balance to her own spirited energy. Their bond grew naturally, but now Muichiro felt the pull to take the next step. However, there was one hurdle he couldn’t ignore—Kyojuro.
Kyojuro Rengoku was not only Y/N’s older brother but also her mentor and protector. Muichiro respected him deeply and knew that asking for Y/N’s hand as his girlfriend required Kyojuro’s blessing. Summoning all his courage, Muichiro decided to speak to him.
That evening, Muichiro approached Kyojuro at the Rengoku estate. The elder Hashira stood near a courtyard, his sword resting against a pillar. The flickering torches illuminated his bright eyes and unwavering smile.
“Ah, Muichiro! What brings you here tonight?” Kyojuro’s voice boomed with his characteristic enthusiasm.
Muichiro straightened his posture, determined to speak clearly. “Kyojuro, I have something important to discuss.”
“Of course! Speak freely,” Kyojuro replied, gesturing for Muichiro to sit beside him.
Muichiro hesitated briefly, then bowed his head. “I have grown close to Y/N over the past months. I deeply admire her strength, her kindness, and her unwavering determination. She inspires me every day. I would like your blessing to ask her to be my girlfriend.”
Kyojuro’s smile widened, and for a moment, he seemed to glow brighter than the torches around them. “Muichiro, it brings me great joy to see the bond you and my sister share. She speaks highly of you, and I can see how much she cares for you.”
Muichiro’s calm demeanor faltered slightly, a flicker of hope lighting his expression. “So… does that mean you approve?”
Kyojuro laughed heartily, clapping a hand on Muichiro’s shoulder. “Of course, I approve! But!” He leaned in closer, his tone growing serious. “Y/N is precious to me. She has faced many trials, and her path as the next Flame Hashira will not be easy. If you are to walk beside her, you must support her unconditionally, through the flames and the storm.”
Muichiro met Kyojuro’s intense gaze with his own quiet resolve. “I promise to always be there for her. To support her dreams and protect her, no matter the cost.”
Kyojuro’s grin returned, and he stood, offering Muichiro his hand. “Then I give you my blessing. Treat her well, Muichiro.”
Relief washed over Muichiro as he shook Kyojuro’s hand. “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”
The next day, Muichiro found Y/N in the training courtyard, practicing her flame breathing techniques. Her movements were fluid yet powerful, a testament to the Rengoku bloodline. When she finally paused, she noticed Muichiro watching her.
“Muichiro?” she asked, tilting her head. “What are you doing here?”
He approached her, his heart beating faster than ever. “Y/N, I wanted to ask you something.”
Her fiery eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “What is it?”
Taking a deep breath, Muichiro held her hands in his. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”
For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, a radiant smile spread across Y/N’s face. “Yes, Muichiro. I’d love to.”
The two stood together under the blazing sun, their hearts intertwined, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead—together.
Muichiro x Reader
Y/N Rengoku, is the younger sister of Kyojuro Rengoku. She is being trained to be the next flame hashira. Y/N goes on a mission with mist hashira and it goes well!
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of crimson and gold as Y/N Rengoku adjusted the hilt of her Nichirin blade. She stood in the clearing of a dense forest, the flames of her soul burning bright, much like her older brother, Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira.
Though young, Y/N was fiercely determined to carry on her family’s legacy, training diligently to one day succeed Kyojuro as the next Flame Hashira. Her spirit was as unyielding as fire, and her resolve to protect humanity from demons matched her brother’s. But even with her unwavering determination, Y/N often felt the weight of living up to Kyojuro’s larger-than-life presence.
On a routine mission to eliminate demons terrorizing a small village, Y/N found herself joined by another Hashira: Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. Though she had worked with him before, his aloof nature often made him difficult to approach. His cloudy expressions and seemingly indifferent demeanor were a stark contrast to her fiery passion.
After dispatching the demons, Muichiro unexpectedly collapsed to one knee, clutching his side where a deep gash bled through his uniform. Y/N hurried to his side, her eyes wide with concern.
“You’re hurt!” she exclaimed, kneeling beside him.
“It’s nothing,” Muichiro replied, his voice calm and detached despite the pain evident in his face.
“Nothing? You’re bleeding everywhere!” Y/N scolded, her tone sharp but laced with worry. She pulled out a small first-aid kit from her satchel. “Stay still. I’ll take care of it.”
For once, Muichiro didn’t argue. He watched her quietly as she worked, her hands deftly cleaning and bandaging the wound. Her movements were precise, yet gentle, and for the first time in a long while, Muichiro felt a warmth he couldn’t quite place.
“You’re… really good at this,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.
Y/N glanced up, her expression softening as she caught the vulnerability in his eyes. “I’ve had a lot of practice. Kyojuro always pushed me to be prepared for anything.”
At the mention of her brother, Muichiro’s gaze lingered on her. “You’re a lot like him,” he said after a moment.
“That’s what everyone says,” Y/N replied, tying the bandage securely. “But I want to be more than just ‘Kyojuro’s little sister.’ I want to make my own mark.”
“You already have,” Muichiro said quietly, surprising both himself and her with the sincerity in his tone.
Y/N blinked, her cheeks warming. Before she could respond, Muichiro spoke again, his usual detached demeanor faltering.
“Y/N… would you like to—” He hesitated, uncharacteristically uncertain. “Would you like to spend more time together? Outside of missions, I mean.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze. His expression was earnest, the mist in his eyes momentarily parting to reveal something deeper.
A smile spread across her face, bright and warm like the flames she wielded. “I’d like that, Muichiro.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, the Mist Hashira found clarity, and Y/N felt the flicker of a new flame igniting in her heart. Together, they stood, their paths intertwined like fire and mist, forging a bond that would burn brightly even in the darkest of nights.
Wisteria Breathing
Tanjiro x reader
| A child surrounded by wisteria and its power all her life. Seen and found to be capable of a sacred and forgotten breathing technique by Shinobu herself |
In a quiet village nestled between towering mountains, there lived a girl named Y/n, whose hair glistened like the morning sun and whose eyes held the fire of determination. Born into a family of healers, Y/n had always been surrounded by the beauty and mystery of wisteria flowers, which her family cultivated to aid the Demon Slayer Corps. Yet, she had never imagined she would become a warrior herself.
That changed the night her village was attacked by demons. It was then that Y/n discovered her hidden potential. Cornered by a demon, she instinctively called upon the essence of the wisteria surrounding her, and a radiant blade of light seemed to form in her hands. With one slash, the demon disintegrated into ash. Her family was stunned, but it was Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira, who recognized what this power truly was: Wisteria Breathing, an ancient and nearly forgotten style said to harness the lethal properties of the wisteria flower.
Shinobu, intrigued and impressed, took Y/n under her wing. The training was grueling, filled with lessons in agility, precision, and poison crafting. Wisteria Breathing was unique, requiring the user to wield not just a sword but the essence of wisteria itself, imbuing their attacks with a venom that could paralyze and destroy demons instantly.
As months passed, Y/n grew stronger, and her bond with Shinobu deepened. Yet, her heart always yearned for one person: Tanjiro Kamado, the boy who had once saved her family from demons. They had met briefly during one of Tanjiro’s missions, and his kindness and determination left an indelible mark on her soul. Unbeknownst to Y/n, Tanjiro thought of her often as well, drawing strength from the memory of her warmth and courage.
One fateful night, Y/n was sent on her first solo mission. A demon had been terrorizing a small village, and Y/n was determined to prove her worth. However, when she arrived, she was met with a horrifying sight: Tanjiro, bloodied and barely conscious, was clutched in the talons of a towering demon.
“Tanjiro!” she screamed, her heart pounding as she saw the boy she cared for so deeply in danger.
The demon turned, its eyes gleaming with malice. “Another snack has arrived,” it hissed, its claws tightening around Tanjiro.
Y/n gripped her sword, her resolve hardening. She took a deep breath, the scent of wisteria filling her lungs. “Wisteria Breathing, First Form: Blooming Cascade!”
In a flash, her blade danced like petals in the wind, releasing a mist of shimmering wisteria. The demon snarled, recoiling as the poisonous aura seared its skin. It released Tanjiro, who crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
“Stay back, Tanjiro,” Y/n said firmly, stepping between him and the demon.
The demon roared, lunging at her with its fangs bared. Y/n’s movements were fluid, each strike of her blade accompanied by the blooming of spectral wisteria flowers. “Second Form: Veil of Serenity!” she called, creating a barrier of wisteria petals that deflected the demon’s attacks.
But the demon was relentless, its strength unlike anything Y/n had faced before. She could feel her energy waning, but the sight of Tanjiro, struggling to stand, gave her the strength to push forward.
“Final Form: Eternal Blossom!” she shouted, channeling all her power into one decisive strike. Her blade glowed with a brilliant purple light as she slashed through the demon, her attack leaving a trail of blooming wisteria in its wake. The demon let out a final, anguished scream before disintegrating into ash.
Y/n collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily. Tanjiro staggered toward her, his eyes wide with gratitude and concern. “Y/n… you saved me,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe.
Tears welled in her eyes as she smiled. “I couldn’t let anything happen to you, Tanjiro.”
The two of them rested under the shelter of a wisteria tree, its blossoms swaying gently in the night breeze. Tanjiro thanked her over and over, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush at his words.
From the shadows, Shinobu watched with a smile, her heart swelling with pride. “You’ve blossomed beautifully, Y/n,” she murmured to herself before vanishing into the night, confident that her student had become a force to be reckoned with.
From that day forward, Y/n and Tanjiro fought side by side, their bond growing stronger with every battle. With the power of Wisteria Breathing and Tanjiro’s unwavering determination, they became a beacon of hope in the dark world of demons, their story blooming like the wisteria that had brought them together.
Sneaking Around
Spider-man crawls through a window to see his girlfriend, although his girlfriend doesn’t know his secret identity, how will she react?
The first time Peter Parker crawled through Y/N’s window, it was just after midnight. He had been out on patrol for hours, swinging across the city, and even though he had faced off against a few low-level criminals, the night hadn’t been as chaotic as usual. His thoughts kept drifting back to her—Y/N, the girl who had stolen his heart without even trying.
They had been dating for a couple of months now, and even though she didn’t know his secret, Peter found himself feeling more connected to her than anyone else. He hadn’t planned on visiting her tonight, but the thought of seeing her, even for a few minutes, had pulled him back to her apartment.
Peter landed quietly on the fire escape outside her window. The lights inside were dim, and the room was peaceful, the soft glow of a lamp illuminating Y/N as she sat cross-legged on her bed, reading a book. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and Peter couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her.
Carefully, he tapped on the window.
Y/N looked up, startled, her eyes wide with surprise as she saw a masked figure crouched on her fire escape. But then, recognition dawned on her face. She had seen Spider-Man on the news, of course, but never this close. Her mouth opened slightly in shock, and Peter, feeling a little sheepish, slowly raised a hand in greeting.
She approached the window, opening it cautiously. “Spider-Man?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”
Peter chuckled behind his mask. “I, uh, was in the neighborhood.”
Y/N blinked, still trying to process what was happening, but then a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “And you decided to stop by… my window?”
“I guess I couldn’t resist,” Peter replied, climbing inside and standing awkwardly in the middle of her room.
Y/N tilted her head, crossing her arms. “This is kind of weird, you know.”
“I know,” Peter admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to see you.”
Y/N’s smile grew, and she stepped closer. “Well, I’m not going to say no to Spider-Man stopping by. But… why me?”
Peter couldn’t tell her the truth—not yet. Instead, he shrugged and said, “I think you’re special.”
That first visit set the stage for many more.
A week later, Peter found himself returning to Y/N’s window after another patrol. He had tried to stay away, to keep their worlds separate, but it was impossible. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t stop wanting to see her, even if he had to do it while wearing the mask.
When he knocked on the window again, Y/N grinned as she let him in. This time, she wasn’t as startled, and they quickly fell into a comfortable routine. She would ask him about his night, about what it was like being Spider-Man, and Peter would answer as vaguely as he could while still trying to sound interesting. It was easier to be around her in the suit—he didn’t have to hide his awkwardness or his nervousness. Spider-Man was confident, brave, and mysterious. Peter Parker was… just Peter Parker.
Over time, their conversations grew more personal. They would sit on the edge of her bed, talking late into the night about everything and nothing. Y/N would laugh at his jokes, tease him about his dramatic superhero landings, and Peter would secretly memorize the way her eyes sparkled when she was amused. They grew closer with every visit, and Peter found himself falling for her even harder.
But through it all, there was always a pang of guilt. Y/N didn’t know that the boy she was falling for—the boy who visited her in the dead of night—was Peter Parker, her boyfriend. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he wasn’t sure how she would react. What if she was angry? What if she felt betrayed?
Still, Peter couldn’t stay away.
One night, after another patrol, Peter crawled through her window again. But this time, something felt different. Y/N was sitting on her bed, her arms crossed, her expression serious. Peter froze, unsure of what had happened.
“Hey, Spider-Man,” she said softly, but there was something in her tone that made Peter’s heart race.
“Hey,” he replied, trying to sound casual. “Everything okay?”
Y/N studied him for a moment, then stood up and walked over to him. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” she said, her voice quiet. “About you. About Peter.”
Peter’s breath hitched at the mention of his name. “Peter?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. “What about him?”
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and something else—something that made Peter’s stomach twist.
“I know this is going to sound crazy,” she began, taking a deep breath, “but I think… I think you’re Peter Parker.”
Peter’s heart stopped. He stared at her, completely thrown off guard. He had been so careful, so sure that he had hidden his identity well, but now, standing in front of her, he realized that Y/N had known all along. Or at least, she had figured it out.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. “How…?”
She smiled softly, reaching up to gently touch the side of his mask. “I don’t know for sure. But there are things—little things. The way you talk, the way you move. And… I guess I just know you, Peter. I can feel it.”
Peter swallowed hard. He didn’t want to lie to her anymore. He couldn’t.
Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his mask, revealing his face. His heart raced as he watched her reaction, but instead of anger or shock, all he saw in her eyes was love.
“I knew it,” she whispered, her voice full of wonder. “It’s you.”
Peter looked down, feeling vulnerable. “I didn’t want to keep it from you. I just… I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
Y/N stepped closer, lifting his chin so he would meet her gaze. “Peter, you don’t have to hide from me. I love you—whether you’re Spider-Man or Peter Parker, I love both parts of you.”
Peter’s eyes widened. “You… you love me?”
Y/N smiled, her eyes soft. “Of course I do. I loved Peter first, you know. The Spider-Man thing is just a bonus.”
Peter laughed, a mixture of relief and happiness washing over him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if he never wanted to let go.
“You have no idea how much that means to me,” he whispered into her hair.
Y/N leaned back slightly, her hands resting on his chest. “So, now that I know… does that mean I get more window visits?”
Peter grinned, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. “As many as you want.”
And from that moment on, Peter didn’t have to hide anymore. Y/N knew his secret, but instead of pushing him away, it only made their bond stronger. They were a team now—Peter Parker and Spider-Man, Y/N and her boy who swung through the window late at night, always coming back to her.
Secret Spider Last part
Tony realises the mistake he’s made after seeing the behaviour of both of the spiders.
First part Second part
It had been weeks since Tony Stark had forced Peter and Y/N to separate. Since then, the atmosphere around Stark Tower had grown tense. Peter tried his best to focus on his responsibilities as Spider-Man, but the absence of Y/N weighed heavily on his mind. He missed the way they worked together, how they shared everything—both in and out of the suit. He’d gotten used to swinging alongside her, to seeing her smile, to knowing she was right there with him. But now, the only thing Peter had left was the memory of what they’d built together.
Y/N, on the other hand, had changed too. Since her father had taken her suit, she hadn’t been herself. Tony noticed it more each day—the light in her eyes was dimmer, her usual sharp wit dulled by frustration. She no longer spent time in the lab, and when she wasn’t at school or avoiding her father, she stayed in her room. Tony had thought he was protecting her by keeping her out of the field, but now he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the wrong choice.
One night, as Tony sat in his lab, the silence of the Tower grew too heavy to bear. He had always been so sure that keeping Y/N safe meant keeping her out of harm’s way, but what if safety wasn’t the same as happiness? What if his decision had cost Y/N more than he realized?
Tony sighed and grabbed his keys. He knew what he had to do.
Peter was pacing around his small apartment in Queens when there was a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone and had a sneaking suspicion about who it might be. When he opened the door, his suspicions were confirmed: Tony Stark stood on the other side, looking uncharacteristically serious.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter said, his voice filled with surprise.
“Can I come in, kid?” Tony asked, nodding toward the door.
Peter stepped aside, still confused. Tony walked in, his gaze drifting around the modest apartment. It was worlds away from the luxury of Stark Tower, but that didn’t matter right now.
“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now,” Tony began, leaning against the kitchen counter. “But I’ve been thinking… a lot, actually.”
Peter crossed his arms, unsure of where this conversation was heading. “About what?”
“About you and Y/N. About everything I’ve done,” Tony admitted. “Look, I’m her father. It’s my job to protect her, but I’ve realized that maybe I went about it the wrong way.”
Peter blinked, caught off guard. This was not what he had expected at all.
Tony sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s not the same without you, Peter. And I don’t think I can keep pretending that she’s better off without her suit. I thought keeping her out of the field would keep her safe, but all I’ve done is make her miserable. And if I’m being honest… I miss the old Y/N, the one who was excited to make a difference.”
Peter listened carefully, his heart pounding with hope, though he didn’t want to get ahead of himself.
“I came here to say that if you’re still interested—if you still care about her the way I think you do—I’m willing to let you two be together again,” Tony said, his eyes meeting Peter’s. “But there’s one condition.”
Peter straightened, bracing himself for whatever Tony might say next.
“You have to promise me,” Tony continued, his voice firm but not unkind, “that you’ll keep her safe. No matter what happens in the field, no matter how dangerous things get, I need to know that you’ll always have her back. She’s everything to me, Parker. And if I’m going to let her be a part of this life, I need to trust that you’ll protect her with everything you’ve got.”
Peter’s chest tightened. He’d never wanted anything more than to keep Y/N safe, and now Tony was giving him the chance to prove it.
“I promise, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, his voice full of determination. “I’ll always keep her safe. I care about her too much to let anything happen to her.”
Tony nodded, a rare look of approval crossing his face. “Good. Because if you break that promise, you’ll have me to deal with.”
Peter gave a small, nervous laugh. “I won’t. You can count on me.”
Tony looked around the apartment one last time, then turned toward the door. “Come by the Tower tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder. “I’ll make sure Y/N gets her suit back. And… I owe her an apology.”
With that, Tony left, leaving Peter standing in the middle of his living room, stunned but filled with hope. He couldn’t wait to see Y/N again, to tell her everything, and to start fighting side by side once more.
The next day, Peter arrived at Stark Tower with his heart racing. He felt a mix of excitement and nerves as he made his way up to the lab. When he walked in, Y/N was already there, staring at the suit Tony had just returned to her. She looked up when she heard the door, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw Peter.
“Peter?” she asked, as if she couldn’t quite believe he was there.
Peter smiled, walking toward her. “Hey, Y/N. I’ve got some news.”
Tony stood to the side, watching quietly as Peter stepped closer to Y/N. He could see the way her entire demeanor changed, the way the sadness that had hung over her for weeks seemed to lift.
Peter gently took Y/N’s hands, his heart beating faster. “Your dad… he said we can be together again.”
Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, then flicked over to her father, who gave her a soft, apologetic smile.
“He’s right,” Tony said, stepping forward. “I made a mistake, Y/N. I thought taking your suit was the only way to protect you, but I’ve realized that you’re strong enough to handle yourself. And if you’re going to be in this life, I want you to know that I trust you.”
Y/N’s eyes filled with emotion. “Dad, I—”
Tony held up his hand. “I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. But now, I think it’s time we work together—both of us, as a team. What do you say?”
Y/N looked down at the suit in her hands, then back at Peter. A smile slowly spread across her face, brighter than it had been in weeks.
“I say… it’s about time.”
From that day on, Y/N was back in the field, donning her sleek black-and-white suit as Secret Spider once more. The father-daughter duo became a force to be reckoned with, their teamwork stronger than ever. Tony had taught her everything he knew, and Y/N brought her own style, her own fierce determination to every mission.
And beside her, always, was Peter. True to his word, he protected her with everything he had, but he knew that Y/N wasn’t just someone to be protected—she was a hero in her own right.
As they swung through the city together, side by side once more, Y/N looked over at Peter, her heart full of gratitude and love.
“You know,” she said, her voice carrying over the wind, “I think we make a pretty good team.”
Peter smiled, his heart soaring. “I think we do too.”
And from the rooftop of Stark Tower, Tony watched them with a small smile, knowing that he had made the right decision. His daughter was happy, she was safe, and she was stronger than ever before.
Secret Spider Pt.2
Spider-man and secret spider start working together more and more, slowly starting to fall in love, until..
First part Last part
The late-night patrols had become a ritual for Spider-Man and Secret Spider. Swinging across the glittering New York skyline, Peter Parker and Y/N Stark felt a bond grow stronger with every passing day. Their team-ups were flawless, their trust in each other absolute. What started as an unlikely partnership had turned into something much deeper.
Peter couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N, and every moment they spent together, whether in their suits or back at the Tower, made his feelings for her grow. Y/N felt the same. Being with Peter was exhilarating, both as Spider-Man and as the boy from Queens she had grown so fond of. But there was a secret thrill in knowing that they were both sharing something no one else knew—their double lives connected them in a way that was unbreakable.
One night, after a long evening of taking down a gang of thugs, Peter and Y/N found themselves on a rooftop, watching the city lights twinkle below.
“You’re getting faster,” Peter said with a grin, pulling off his mask and letting the cool night air hit his face.
“Thanks,” Y/N replied, her eyes soft behind her own mask as she pulled it off. “I learned from the best.”
Peter laughed, his heart racing as he looked at her. In the moonlight, her face seemed to glow. He realized then how much he cared about her—how much he had fallen for her. It wasn’t just the thrill of being Spider-Man and Secret Spider; it was the way Y/N always seemed to understand him, the way she challenged him, the way her smile could make him forget about everything else.
Before Peter could stop himself, he spoke up. “You know… you’re amazing, Y/N. I’ve always thought you were, but seeing you like this, knowing everything we’ve been through… I guess what I’m trying to say is that I—”
Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, but before Peter could finish his sentence, she smiled warmly, stepping closer to him.
“I know, Peter,” she whispered softly. “I feel the same way.”
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. And then, without thinking, Y/N leaned in and kissed him.
Peter froze, but only for a second. His heart raced, and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He kissed her back, feeling the softness of her lips, the warmth of her touch. It was perfect. They both smiled against each other, feeling the electric connection that had been building between them.
Suddenly, Y/N pulled back and flipped upside down, hanging from her webbing off the edge of the rooftop, just like she had seen Peter do countless times. With a smirk, she looked at him, her hair hanging down.
Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He knew exactly what she was doing. He leaned down, cupping her face gently, and kissed her again—this time, it was the classic Spider-Man kiss. His world spun as they hung there, their hearts beating in sync.
For the first time in forever, Peter felt like everything in his life had fallen into place. But neither of them knew that everything was about to change.
A few weeks passed, and their relationship only deepened. They tried to keep it secret, but when Peter wasn’t Spider-Man, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N whenever they were at the Tower.
One evening, after a successful mission, Peter and Y/N were sitting on a couch in Stark Tower’s common room, trying to act casual. Tony Stark had been busy in the lab for most of the day, but they were always careful around him.
That night, however, they weren’t careful enough.
Tony stepped into the room, his gaze narrowing as he saw Peter sitting just a little too close to his daughter, their hands nearly touching. The look on his face turned cold, and Peter’s heart sank.
“Peter,” Tony said, his voice unnervingly calm. “Can I have a word?”
Peter gulped, standing up as Y/N’s eyes widened in alarm. Tony gestured for Peter to follow him into the hall. The moment they were out of Y/N’s earshot, Tony crossed his arms and stared at Peter, his face unreadable.
“Listen, kid,” Tony began, his voice sharp. “I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with Y/N. More than just ‘team’ time.”
Peter’s face flushed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Tony cut him off.
“Whatever you think is happening between you two, it stops now.”
“Mr. Stark, I—” Peter started, but Tony’s eyes flashed with anger.
“I’m serious, Peter,” Tony interrupted, his voice lower now, but filled with authority. “Y/N is my daughter. She’s the most important person in my life. I’ve let you stay on this team because I trust you. But this? No. You’re putting her in danger.”
Peter’s stomach twisted. “I would never—”
“You don’t get it, do you? Being Spider-Man is one thing, but pulling Y/N into this life, dragging her into your world—it’s too much. She’s not like us, Peter. She’s not a soldier. She’s not built for this.”
Peter’s fists clenched. “She’s stronger than you think. She’s just as capable as anyone else on this team.”
Tony’s eyes darkened. “That doesn’t matter. She’s my daughter, and I’m not going to lose her. I can’t. So here’s what’s going to happen: you’re staying on the team, but you’re done with Y/N. You stay away from her, and that’s an order.”
Peter’s heart sank. “But I—”
“No. This isn’t up for debate, Parker. And as for Y/N—” Tony glanced back toward the room where Y/N sat, unaware of what was happening. “She’s not going out there as Secret Spider again. Her suit’s being decommissioned.”
Peter’s breath hitched. He felt like the world was crashing down around him. “You’re taking her suit?”
Tony nodded. “It’s for her own good. I’ve indulged her long enough, but it ends tonight. And you—” Tony’s voice softened for a brief moment. “You’ll understand one day. This life… it’s not for everyone.”
Peter felt his chest tighten. He wanted to argue, to fight for Y/N, but he knew Tony was serious. There was no changing his mind.
That night, Peter left Stark Tower, his heart heavy with the weight of Tony’s words. He had lost Y/N, and the worst part was, he wasn’t sure how to get her back.
The next day, Y/N stormed into her father’s lab, furious.
“You took my suit?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. “You have no right!”
“I’m your father,” Tony said simply, looking at her with a mixture of regret and determination. “And I’m doing what’s best for you.”
“What’s best for me?” Y/N scoffed. “You can’t control my life, Dad. I love being Secret Spider. And Peter—”
Tony raised a hand, cutting her off. “Peter’s off-limits, Y/N. You’ll stay away from him. End of discussion.”
Y/N’s heart shattered. She turned and walked out of the room, feeling more powerless than she ever had. Her father had taken everything from her—her suit, her freedom, and the boy she had fallen in love with.
But deep down, Y/N knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t over.
Secret Spider PT.1
Y/n Stark is lying to her friends and her family about who she really is when they go to sleep.
But a certain spider figures out what’s going on.
Second part Last part
Peter Parker sat at the long conference table in Stark Tower, nervously bouncing his knee under the table as Tony Stark went on about the latest upgrades for the Avengers. But Peter wasn’t paying attention to the high-tech presentation. Instead, his eyes kept wandering to the far end of the table where Y/N Stark sat, furiously typing away on her tablet. Tony’s daughter. Smart, beautiful, and impossibly out of Peter’s league—or so he thought.
Y/N had always been brilliant, inheriting her father’s intellect, but she was different. Tony had made it very clear to her that she wasn’t to follow in his footsteps as a superhero. He didn’t want her in danger, and for the longest time, Y/N had reluctantly agreed. But deep down, she craved the thrill of being a hero, just like the Avengers, just like Peter.
The problem was, Tony wasn’t budging. He would design the most advanced suits for the Avengers but refused to let Y/N have one. He said it wasn’t safe, that she was too important to risk.
But Y/N didn’t take no for an answer.
With her mind made up, she used the same brilliance her father had, spending countless nights in her lab hidden within Stark Tower. She designed her own suit—sleek, black and white, with the elegance of a spider’s web but the ferocity of venom. Her suit was streamlined, stealthy, and utterly beautiful. When she finally stood in front of the mirror, her heart raced. She called herself Secret Spider.
For weeks, Y/N had been sneaking out as her alter ego, testing her new suit’s capabilities. Unlike her father’s suits, hers was nimble, perfect for quick escapes and blending into the shadows. She wasn’t out for glory like Iron Man or the Avengers—she wanted to help people in her own way.
Peter Parker, meanwhile, had become increasingly distracted on his patrols as Spider-Man. Every night, he would hear rumors of a new vigilante—Secret Spider. Word on the street was that she was a masked figure in black and white, and she moved just like him, web-slinging through the city.
Peter couldn’t help but be intrigued. He’d caught glimpses of her, but she was always just out of reach, disappearing before he could get close. He didn’t know why, but there was something familiar about the way she moved, the grace with which she swung from buildings.
And then there was the other problem: Peter had been harboring a massive crush on Y/N Stark for what felt like forever. Every time he saw her, his heart would race, and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was about her that pulled him in. Maybe it was her wit, her intelligence, or the way she seemed to live in a world where she was more than just Tony Stark’s daughter. Peter liked Y/N… a lot.
One night, as Peter was patrolling the streets, he saw her again—Secret Spider. She was perched on the ledge of a building, gazing out over the city. He swung closer, careful to stay in the shadows, watching her. She seemed lost in thought, her black and white suit shimmering faintly under the moonlight.
And then, to Peter’s surprise, she jumped down from the building and landed in an alleyway. Curious, he followed her, careful to stay hidden. As he watched from above, she started to peel off her mask, revealing familiar hair, familiar features.
His heart stopped.
It was Y/N Stark.
Peter’s breath caught in his throat as he realized, all at once, that the girl he had been crushing on for months and the mysterious Secret Spider were the same person.
He watched in silence, his heart pounding, as Y/N stuffed her suit into a bag, her face now fully revealed under the dim streetlight. Peter had so many questions, but the only thing he could think of was how everything suddenly made sense—the connection he felt to Secret Spider, the familiarity. Y/N was a hero, just like him.
Peter decided then and there that he had to tell her. He swung down, landing softly behind her.
“Y/N?” he called, trying to keep his voice steady.
She spun around, her eyes wide in shock. “Spidey? What—what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Peter said, a small smile forming under his mask. He pulled it off, revealing his face. “You’re Secret Spider.”
Y/N’s expression went from shocked to mortified in an instant. “Peter? You’re Spider-Man?” she whispered, her eyes darting to the mask in his hand.
“Yeah… and you’re, well, you.”
There was a brief, awkward silence before they both burst out laughing. The tension eased, and Peter couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief now that the truth was out in the open.
“So, how long have you been doing this?” Peter asked, leaning against the alley wall, his mask hanging loosely in his hand.
“Not long,” Y/N admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I made the suit a few months ago. My dad… he doesn’t want me to be a hero, but I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. I needed to help.”
“I get it,” Peter said softly. “I know what it’s like, feeling like you have to do more.”
Y/N smiled at him, and Peter felt his heart skip a beat. The girl he had liked for so long was not only brilliant, but she was brave too—everything he admired.
“So… what now?” Y/N asked, her voice quieter.
“Well,” Peter said, stepping closer to her, “how about we start with a team-up? Spider-Man and Secret Spider. I think we’d make a pretty good team.”
Y/N grinned. “Yeah, I think we would.”
As they swung off into the night, side by side, Peter couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, his world had gotten a little bit brighter.
Envy
Hanako x Reader
Yashiro is envious of Y/n. But all y/n wants to do is help, but Hanako won’t allow that.
The school hallways echoed with the usual creaks and whispers of spirits, but deep within the mysterious boundary of the 7th Wonder’s domain, things were quieter, peaceful even. In the dimly lit bathroom where Hanako, the 7th spirit, made his home, Y/N stood near the large mirror, her ethereal form glowing softly in the faint light. The atmosphere here was always strange, a place where the living and the dead sometimes met, and today was no exception.
Yashiro Nene, the girl who had bound herself to Hanako, stood nearby, her usual bubbly energy dimmed as she watched Y/N in silent awe. Y/N, the other half of the 7th mystery, was as enchanting as ever. She and Hanako shared their powers, both once humans, bound by a love that transcended death. There was something effortlessly graceful about Y/N, the way the pink Mokke—a swarm of fluffy bunny-like spirits—flocked to her, calling her their “mum” and “queen.” The Mokke adored her, clinging to her legs and bouncing happily at her feet.
Yashiro sighed softly, feeling a pang of envy as she watched the scene unfold.
“Y/N?” Yashiro called hesitantly, her voice soft. “Can I ask you something?”
Y/N turned toward her, smiling warmly as she knelt to pet one of the Mokke, the little creature nuzzling into her hand with an affectionate squeak. “Of course, Yashiro. What’s on your mind?”
There was a long pause before Yashiro finally found the courage to ask, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her skirt. “When you were alive… were you popular?”
Y/N tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. “Well, I suppose you could say that. People were drawn to me,” she said softly, her gaze distant as if she were remembering her past life. “I was surrounded by friends, and I guess I was admired by many.”
Yashiro’s heart sank at that. Y/N was so effortlessly loved, even when she was alive. And now, even in death, she was adored by the Mokke, respected as a spirit, and loved deeply by Hanako. It only served to highlight the emptiness Yashiro felt. She wasn’t loved like that—not by anyone.
“Wow,” Yashiro muttered, her voice heavy with longing. “You were popular even back then… and now. And yet…” She trailed off, feeling a lump form in her throat. “Even with all those people around you, you still loved Hanako.”
Y/N’s smile softened as she glanced toward Hanako, who was seated on the edge of the sink, pretending to ignore the conversation. “I did,” Y/N said, her voice tender. “I loved him so much, even when I had the attention of so many others. None of that mattered to me. It was always him.”
Yashiro swallowed hard, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. It hurt, more than she wanted to admit. “I don’t have that,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I don’t have anyone who loves me like that. I’m just… unlucky in love.”
Y/N’s gaze softened with sympathy, her heart going out to Yashiro. She had grown fond of the girl, and hearing the pain in her voice stirred something protective in her. “Oh, Yashiro,” Y/N said gently, walking toward her. “You’re not unlucky. You’re kind, and sweet, and you deserve to be loved.”
Yashiro wiped at her eyes, looking up at Y/N hopefully. “Then… can you help me?” Her voice trembled with desperation. “Can you use your powers to help me find someone who loves me? Please, Y/N. I don’t want to be alone.”
Y/N hesitated, glancing at the Mokke who looked up at her with wide, concerned eyes. They didn’t like seeing Yashiro upset. Y/N could feel her own powers stirring, the connection she shared with Hanako as the 7th spirit. She had the ability to manipulate the school’s mysteries, the powers of their domain.
“Maybe I could…” Y/N began softly, her heart aching for Yashiro. She reached out, her hand hovering above Yashiro’s head as if to tap into the power she shared with Hanako. But just as she was about to act, a warm hand gently closed around her wrist.
Y/N blinked in surprise and looked down to see Hanako’s hand gripping hers, his touch light but firm. He didn’t pull her away forcefully. Instead, he leaned in close, bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her wrist.
“That’s not allowed,” Hanako murmured gently, his voice laced with affection but also a hint of seriousness. His golden eyes met hers, and there was a quiet understanding between them, as if they didn’t need words to communicate.
Y/N felt her heart skip at the familiar warmth of his touch, the way his lips brushed against her skin sending a soft thrill through her. She understood what he meant. Using their powers that way, to alter love, wasn’t something they could do, no matter how much they wanted to help.
Yashiro looked between them, the soft intimacy of their moment not lost on her. She felt a pang of jealousy again, but more than that, she felt the weight of Hanako’s words.
“I know you’re hurting, Yashiro,” Hanako said quietly, finally turning to her gently putting y/b wrist down.
“But we cannot alter love, it won’t be real. Y/N knows that” hanako says placing another kiss to her wrist.
“If I can find love Yashiro so can you”
Nene looks at her hands and back at Hanako, “Yea you’re right, you are really creepy” Y/n stifles a laugh.
“Hey!” Hanako says with a frown.
The two bathroom ghosts
Hanako x Reader
The two, who loved in life and death
The dim glow of the old school building’s bathroom was quiet, save for the soft drip of a leaky faucet. It was a place shrouded in mystery, where legends and whispers of the past converged. But amidst the eerie stillness, there was warmth, the kind that lingered between two spirits bound by fate and love.
Hanako, the mischievous and enigmatic ghost of the 7th school mystery, sat casually on the windowsill, swinging his legs and gazing out into the foggy night beyond. His familiar, wispy smile adorned his face, but tonight, there was an unusual stillness in his golden eyes. Not far from him, Y/N, the other half of his soul and the spirit that shared his powers, stood by the old bathroom mirror.
Her reflection showed not just a ghost, but the essence of the person she once was—vibrant, full of life, with an ethereal beauty that had only grown since the day she had joined Hanako in death. They had once lived as lovers, bound by tragedy, but their love had endured beyond the grave. Now, they watched over the school together, two parts of the same mystery.
Hanako’s gaze softened as he looked at her, remembering the days they spent alive, when their love had first blossomed. “Y/N,” he called out, his voice teasing but gentle, “still checking to see if you look cute even though you’re a ghost?”
She turned to him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Well, someone has to maintain standards around here. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold.”
Hanako chuckled, hopping down from his perch and moving closer to her. “Oh, I see. Being the beloved Queen of the Mokke isn’t enough for you?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Our little pink bunnies absolutely adore you. They practically worship you.”
At the mention of the Mokke—the adorable pink bunnies that roamed the school as spiritual creatures—Y/N’s expression brightened. “They’re sweet,” she said, her voice softening. “They see me as their mum. I can’t help but love them, you know?”
Almost on cue, a few Mokke bounced into the bathroom, their round, fluffy forms squeaking in excitement as they spotted Y/N. One of them hopped up into her arms, nuzzling against her as if it couldn’t get close enough.
They squeaked in their small, endearing voices.
Y/N giggled, gently stroking the fluffy creature’s ears. “Of course, everything’s fine. I’m always here if you need me.”
Y/n had always had a weird way of knowing what they were saying.
Hanako watched the scene unfold with a smile. The way Y/N cared for the Mokke had always fascinated him. They adored her with a reverence, seeing her as their queen, their caretaker in this strange afterlife. It was a sight that never failed to warm his heart, despite his usual nonchalant exterior.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Hanako said, leaning against the mirror. “They cause chaos for everyone else, but for you, they’re practically saints.”
Y/N gave him a playful smirk. “Maybe I just have a way with spirits.” She tilted her head, her gaze softening as she looked at him. “Besides, I’ve had plenty of practice taming a certain mischievous ghost.”
Hanako raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Me? Mischievous? Never.”
She rolled her eyes but laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room. The Mokke around them were happily cuddling close to Y/N, completely content in her presence, while Hanako stepped closer, his expression growing more sincere.
“You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “even in death, being with you like this… it’s the only thing that makes all of this bearable.” His golden eyes met hers, the weight of their shared past heavy in his gaze. “We were together in life, and now, we’re together in death. It doesn’t matter what form we take, or what powers we share. You’re still the only one I’ll ever love.”
Y/N felt a warmth rise in her chest at his words, the depth of their bond flowing between them as naturally as it had when they were alive. She stepped forward, gently cupping his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing the edges of his cheeks.
“I feel the same way,” she whispered, her eyes searching his. “It doesn’t matter if we’re spirits now. You’re still my Hanako, and I’ll love you for eternity.”
For a moment, the world around them faded, and it was just the two of them, bound together by love, both in life and death. Hanako leaned in, closing the space between them as he pressed his forehead gently to hers, a soft, contented sigh escaping him.
“We’ll always have each other,” he whispered, his voice almost reverent, as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to still have her by his side.
The Mokke squeaked and bounced around them, unaware of the weight of the moment, but Y/N and Hanako paid them no mind. In the eerie, dimly lit bathroom, surrounded by the gentle glow of the spirit world, they shared a quiet, tender kiss—one that spoke of promises kept and a love that would last long after the world had forgotten them.
For in the strange, haunted halls of the school, they were more than just spirits. They were each other’s everything, bound together for eternity, their love undying.
“Hey guys did you want me to-“ Nene looks at the scene in front of her before swiftly exiting out the door she came, realising she could skip cleaning duty.
Genji x Reader
Y/n works as a support, and her Genji loves visiting her when he can
The Overwatch base was bustling with activity as agents prepared for their next missions, but inside the medical bay, things were calm. Y/N was working alongside Dr. Angela Ziegler—Mercy—organizing supplies and preparing for the usual influx of injuries from the field. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the soft beeping of medical machines provided a steady rhythm in the background.
Y/N glanced up from her work just in time to see the familiar figure of Genji Shimada entering the room. Even after all this time, the sight of him made her heart flutter. His sleek, cybernetic frame glimmered in the soft light, and though his face was hidden beneath his visor, she could always sense when he was smiling at her.
“Hey,” she greeted with a warm smile, setting down a set of medkits. “What brings you to the medical bay? Don’t tell me you’re injured.”
Genji chuckled softly, his voice gentle as ever, though slightly modulated by his mask. “No, no injuries today. Just thought I would visit my favorite healer.”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, walking over to him. “You know, Genji, this is supposed to be a professional environment.”
He tilted his head in mock contemplation. “Is it not professional to check in on someone who has saved your life many times?”
“Mm, maybe,” she replied with a grin, resting her hand on his arm. “But I think you just missed me.”
Genji chuckled again, his hand coming up to gently rest on hers. Even though his touch was mostly metal, she could feel the warmth and care behind it. “You caught me,” he admitted softly. “I just finished training and… I wanted to see how you were.”
Her heart swelled at the simple sweetness in his words. He always had a way of making her feel special, even when his approach was so casual.
Angela, who had been quietly observing from the other side of the room, gave Y/N a knowing smile before excusing herself to attend to other duties. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said with a playful wink as she walked away.
Y/N turned back to Genji, shaking her head fondly. “She’s never going to let me live this down.”
Genji reached up, removing his visor so she could see the soft smile on his face, his human eye glowing with warmth. “Perhaps not,” he said, his tone teasing. “But I don’t mind if it means I get to see you.”
She blushed slightly at the sincerity in his words, and Genji took a step closer, closing the small gap between them. His hand moved to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, the touch light but full of affection.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice softer now. “For everything you do—for me, for Overwatch. I know how hard you work.”
Her eyes softened as she gazed up at him. “You know I’m just doing my job,” she replied. “But… it’s nice to hear.”
“Your kindness is more than just a job,” Genji said, leaning down slightly. “It’s who you are. And it’s one of the reasons I…” He trailed off, but Y/N knew what he meant. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her close, as if she was something precious to him.
“Genji…” She smiled up at him, standing on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You always know how to make me feel appreciated.”
He returned her smile, his arms gently wrapping around her waist as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You deserve to feel that way every day,” he whispered.
For a moment, the busy world of Overwatch seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the peaceful quiet of the medical bay, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.
You have my heart
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| Robin thought he was in love with Starfire instead he realises his love for a very close friend |
The city was quiet, unusually so, as the setting sun cast a golden glow across Jump City’s skyline. In the Titans’ Tower, Robin sat on the rooftop, gazing out over the horizon, his mind far away from the tranquility that surrounded him. His thoughts had been conflicted for weeks, maybe even months, and it was all because of one person—Y/N.
He had always been close with Y/N, the two of them inseparable ever since the Titans first came together. She wasn’t just another teammate. She was his best friend—the one who always had his back, no matter how reckless his plans got, the one who could get through to him when his temper flared, the one who made him laugh when the world seemed too heavy. It was always easy between them, always natural.
But lately, things felt different.
He thought his heart had always belonged to Starfire. She was radiant, powerful, and kind—a being from another world who saw the best in everyone, including him. They had moments, sure, fleeting ones where he thought maybe there could be something more. But the more he thought about it, the more Robin realized that those moments, while meaningful, never felt complete. There was something missing, a connection that hadn’t quite clicked.
His mind drifted back to Y/N, and how everything with her just felt… right.
“Robin?” a soft voice broke through his thoughts, and he turned to see Y/N standing a few feet behind him, her figure silhouetted by the golden light. Her brows furrowed in concern, the same way they always did when she worried about him. “Are you okay? You’ve been up here for a while.”
Robin’s heart skipped a beat. The way her eyes softened whenever she looked at him, the way she could sense when something was off—it was one of the many things that made Y/N special to him. And now, more than ever, he realized that she had always been the one his heart gravitated toward. Not Starfire.
“I’m fine,” Robin said quietly, though his voice didn’t sound as confident as he hoped. He motioned for her to sit beside him, and she did, her presence immediately easing the tension in his shoulders.
For a few minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Y/N had always known when to let him think and when to ask questions. She never pushed him, never demanded anything more than he was ready to give.
But tonight, Robin felt like he needed to say something, to acknowledge the truth that had been slowly building inside of him.
“Y/N,” he started, unsure of how to even begin. She looked at him, her expression open and patient. “Do you ever feel like you’ve been chasing something that was never really meant for you?”
Y/N tilted her head slightly, clearly caught off guard by the question. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “Why do you ask?”
Robin exhaled, glancing down at the gloved hands in his lap. He wasn’t used to being vulnerable, but with Y/N, it felt different. Safe. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Starfire,” he confessed. “And for a long time, I thought maybe… maybe I loved her. But I think… I think I’ve been wrong.”
Y/N’s breath caught, but she stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.
“She’s amazing,” Robin said, trying to find the right words. “But it’s like something’s been missing, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. And then I realized… every time something important happens, every time I need someone to talk to, I go to you.” He turned to her, his heart pounding in his chest. “You’re the one I trust the most, the one I feel… the most with.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing slightly as realization dawned on her. “Dick… what are you saying?”
He didn’t know how else to put it, so he decided to just say what he had been feeling for so long. “I think I’ve been in love with you this whole time, Y/N. Not Starfire.”
The confession hung in the air between them, heavy and fragile. Robin watched as Y/N processed his words, her expression a mixture of shock and something else—something that gave him hope.
“You… love me?” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.
Robin nodded. “Yeah, I do. And I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out.”
For a moment, Y/N didn’t respond, her eyes searching his as if trying to decide whether or not to believe him. Then, slowly, she smiled—a soft, beautiful smile that made Robin’s heart feel lighter than it had in weeks.
“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, too,” she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. “I just didn’t think you’d ever feel the same.”
Robin felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and before he knew what he was doing, he reached for Y/N’s hand, entwining his fingers with hers. “I do,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
Y/N squeezed his hand gently, her gaze never leaving his. “It’s okay. You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, Robin leaned in, pressing his forehead against Y/N’s. He could feel her breath against his lips, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.
He had found his heart, and it had been with Y/N all along.
Sally Face
| Y/N wields a bat and is ready to help |
| Sal Fisher x Reader |
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The old house creaked as the wind howled outside, casting eerie shadows against the walls. Sal Fisher and Y/N were staying the night at Chuck’s place—a small, cozy home tucked away on the outskirts of the town. Chuck and his girlfriend, Maple, had recently welcomed a baby girl - Soda, and they’d invited Sal and Y/N over for the weekend to catch up and unwind.
Sal was always wary of strange places, given his history of the bizarre and supernatural, but Chuck’s house felt different. The warmth of the fire crackling in the living room, the soft sound of Maple humming a lullaby to Soda, and Y/N’s presence beside him helped ease his anxiety.
As the night wore on, everyone drifted to bed, the house falling into a serene silence. Sal and Y/N shared the guest room down the hall, where Sal was stretched out on the bed, still wearing his prosthetic mask. He watched as Y/N changed into her pajamas and crawled under the covers next to him.
"Think the baby will keep us up?" Sal asked, his voice quiet in the dark.
Y/N chuckled softly, snuggling against his side. "Maybe. But it’s kinda nice, don’t you think? All of us here together. Like a little family, even if just for a night."
Sal smiled beneath his mask. He wasn’t sure he could imagine a "normal" family life for himself, but being here with Y/N, Chuck, and Maple made it seem possible.
Just as Sal began to drift off to sleep, a faint creak from downstairs made his eyes snap open. At first, he thought it was just the house settling, but then he heard something—a sound too deliberate to be ignored. A door creaking open.
Y/N must have heard it too because she sat up beside him, her body tense. "Sal… did you hear that?" she whispered.
He nodded, already getting to his feet. "Stay here," he murmured, grabbing his phone to use as a flashlight.
But before Sal could take a step, Y/N was already on the move. She reached under the bed and pulled out an old baseball bat that had been tucked there earlier in the day. She glanced at him with a determined look in her eyes. "If someone’s downstairs, we can’t just sit around. There’s a baby in this house, Sal."
Sal stared at her, taken aback by the fierce protectiveness in her voice. He knew Y/N had always been strong, but in this moment, she was practically radiating determination. "Alright," he said quietly, "but we’ll be careful."
They crept down the hall, Y/N gripping the bat tightly in her hands. Sal’s heart was pounding in his chest, not out of fear for himself, but for everyone in the house—Chuck, Maple, Soda… and Y/N.
As they neared the top of the stairs, the sound of shuffling below grew louder. Someone was definitely inside.
Without hesitation, Y/N moved forward, a quiet but powerful force. She motioned for Sal to stay back for a moment as she took the lead. Sal hesitated but nodded, trusting her instincts. He followed close behind, staying silent as they descended the stairs.
There, in the dim light of the living room, was a figure—clad in dark clothing, rummaging through Chuck’s things. Y/N’s grip on the bat tightened, and without a second thought, she stepped forward.
"Hey!" she shouted, her voice strong and steady.
The intruder whipped around, startled, but before they could react, Y/N was already swinging the bat, aiming for their midsection. The intruder stumbled back, knocking over a chair in the process.
The commotion was loud enough to wake everyone in the house. Chuck and Maple came rushing down the stairs, Maple holding the baby tightly to her chest. Sal, now fully alert, darted forward to help Y/N, who was standing her ground, bat raised in warning.
The intruder, clearly not expecting this kind of resistance, scrambled to their feet and bolted for the door. Sal barely had time to react before the person was gone, disappearing into the night.
The house was still again, save for the sound of Maple shushing the baby, who had started crying. Chuck stood in the doorway, eyes wide, looking at the chaos left behind.
"You okay?" Sal asked Y/N, breathless from the adrenaline.
Y/N lowered the bat, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "Yeah, I’m fine. Are they gone?"
"Yeah," Sal replied, stepping closer to her, his eyes filled with both concern and awe. "You were amazing."
Chuck finally spoke, his voice shaky but filled with gratitude. "Y/N… I can’t believe you just did that. You probably saved us all."
Maple, still bouncing the baby in her arms, nodded in agreement. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you so much."
Y/N shrugged it off, a small, tired smile on her face. "I just… couldn’t let them hurt anyone. Especially not the baby."
Sal’s heart swelled with pride, admiration, and something deeper. He stepped forward, pulling Y/N into his arms, holding her tightly for a moment. Then, without thinking, he lifted his mask just enough to press a soft, grateful kiss to her lips.
When he pulled back, their eyes met, and Sal whispered, "You’re incredible, you know that?"
Y/N smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I had to do something."
"You did more than that," he murmured, his voice full of warmth.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the house slowly returned to its peaceful quiet. The wind still howled outside, but inside, they were safe—thanks to Y/N.
Sally Face
| Painting each others nails |
| Sal Fisher x Reader |
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It was one of those nights, the kind where the world outside felt quiet and still. Sal Fisher sat on the edge of his bed, his blue hair falling messily around his face, his mask resting comfortably on his face as always. The soft hum of music played from a small speaker in the corner of the room, filling the silence with a gentle melody.
Y/N sat on the floor by the bed, legs crossed, a bottle of dark nail polish in one hand, carefully painting her nails. The smell of the polish was familiar, comforting in a way. She focused on her task, occasionally blowing lightly on her fingers to help them dry faster. It was one of those simple routines that brought a sense of calm to the chaos of life.
Sal watched her from his spot on the bed, his curiosity growing as he observed the way she painted each nail with such precision. He hadn’t really thought much about nail polish before, but something about the way the glossy color appeared against her skin made him wonder.
"Hey," Sal’s voice broke the comfortable silence. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of something more in his words—maybe curiosity, maybe a little shyness. "Do you think you could paint mine too?"
Y/N looked up from her nails, caught off guard for a second. She blinked, then a smile spread across her face. "You want me to paint your nails?" she asked, teasing just a little.
Sal shrugged, his mask tilting slightly with the motion. "Why not? I mean, it looks kinda cool."
Her smile widened, and she motioned for him to come closer. "Alright, come here."
Sal hesitated for a moment before sliding off the bed and sitting beside her on the floor. He held out his hand, glancing down at it as though seeing it in a new light. His fingers were a bit calloused from years of playing the guitar and working on various projects, but they were steady as he offered them to her.
Y/N took his hand gently, turning it palm up before reaching for the nail polish bottle. "What color do you want?" she asked, holding up the bottle of dark polish she’d been using.
"That one’s fine," Sal said. He wasn’t picky about the color; he just liked the idea of her doing something so simple, so ordinary for him.
She started with his pinky finger, carefully applying the polish just as she had on her own nails. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only with the faint sounds of the music and the soft brushstrokes of the polish. Sal watched her work, feeling an unexpected warmth in the gesture. It was such a small thing, but it felt significant—like it was a part of the normalcy he often longed for in his strange, sometimes chaotic life.
"So," Y/N said after a few moments, glancing up at him with a grin, "you planning to start a new trend or something?"
Sal chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. "Maybe. Who knows? Might catch on."
They both laughed quietly, the kind of laughter shared between two people who knew each other well, who found comfort in the small things. As she moved on to the next finger, Sal found himself relaxing more, enjoying the simple pleasure of having someone take care of him in such an unexpected way.
When she finished the last nail, Y/N sat back and admired her work. "There," she said proudly, holding up his hand so he could see. "Pretty cool, huh?"
Sal looked down at his nails, now painted a dark, glossy shade that matched hers. He flexed his fingers experimentally, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Pretty cool."
Y/N leaned back, stretching her legs out in front of her, satisfied with the evening’s quiet progress. "You know," she said, resting her head against the bed, "I could get used to this. Just painting nails and hanging out."
Sal nodded, still looking at his nails, but his expression softened. "Yeah," he echoed. "Me too."
And for a while, they sat there in comfortable silence, the weight of the world outside forgotten, if only for the moment. In that quiet room, surrounded by music and the faint smell of nail polish, they found a little piece of peace, something normal and comforting in a life that was anything but ordinary.
Sally Face
| Cute Scenarios |
| Sal Fisher x Reader |
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Sal Fisher lay sprawled out on his bed, his girlfriend curled up beside him, nestled under his arm. The soft fabric of his shirt was comforting against her cheek, and she lightly traced circles on his chest with her fingers. Sal, still wearing his signature mask, gently rested his hand on her back, keeping her close.
They had spent the evening watching old horror movies, though by now the TV screen had long gone dark, leaving only the dim light from the nearby lamp to fill the room. Everything was peaceful, the world outside feeling distant and far less important.
“You know,” she said softly, breaking the silence, “you’re like my personal heater.”
Sal chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her touch. “Is that why you always steal my blankets?”
She grinned, eyes closed. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like being close to you.”
He gave her a playful squeeze, pulling her even closer. “Well, I’m not complaining. But next time, I get to be the blanket thief.”
Before she could respond, the door burst open with a loud *bang*, and Larry charged in, waving a comic book above his head like a madman.
“Dude! You have to see this! They finally released the new issue of *Specter Slayer*! It’s freaking epic!” Larry’s voice boomed through the room, his excitement filling the space.
Sal groaned, though there was a smile in his voice. “Larry, not now, man.” He glanced down at his girlfriend, who was now wide awake, looking up at him with an amused smirk.
Larry, realizing he’d barged in on something, quickly backpedaled. “Oh! Oh, crap. Sorry, didn’t know you guys were in cuddle mode.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll, uh, leave you lovebirds alone.”
Sal rolled his eyes but grinned under his mask. “Yeah, maybe try knocking next time.”
Larry flashed a thumbs up. “Noted! But seriously, check out the comic later, it’s amazing.”
With that, he was gone, closing the door a bit more gently behind him this time.
Sal let out a breath, turning his attention back to his girlfriend, who was now giggling softly. “He’s like a tornado,” she said, her laughter barely contained.
Sal shook his head, smiling as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Yeah, but he’s our tornado.” He leaned down