You didn’t even glance up from your book as you sensed a presence sink into the seat beside you, nor did you as you felt their piercing stare on the side of your head.
“What’re you reading?” Sirius finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper on habit from all the times the librarian had kicked him out for being too loud.
An exhausted sigh left your lips when you realized who it was and you flipped the page, still not looking at him as you replied, “Just some muggle book I found.”
“Professor Fernsby wouldn’t like that too much,” There was a playful twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.
“Professor Fernsby wouldn’t like a good idea if it was offered up to him on a silver platter.” You remarked, still yet to take your eyes off the printed words that lay between your fingers.
“What’s the book about?” He asked after another moment of silence, one that he secretly spent biting on his bottom lip slightly to try and come up with something to talk to you about. Maybe you could bond over reading, something he most definitely doesn’t hate.
You slammed the book shut a bit dramatically and stood up with it in your grasp, “Doesn't matter,” You replied coolly, “I just finished it.”
He scrambled up after you, “At least tell me what it’s about,” He winced slightly as the librarian harshly shushed him from a few feet away.
Not stopping your walking, you stuck out your arm to the side and slammed it into his chest, “Read it yourself.”
You had absolutely no idea why Sirius Black was following you around all of a sudden, but it was random and weird and you didn’t like it.
Taking a sharp turn down a random aisle, you hoped to possibly shake him. But you should have known, he was like a cockroach, always popping back up after you thought you killed it.
He slowed his pace to a leisurely stroll once he was beside you again, still grasping the book you had given him in one hand, “What book are we looking for now?”
“I’m looking for something more interesting than talking to you,” You threw him a mocking smile, “I suppose I could pick up just about any book for that to be the case though.”
Sirius let out a quiet huff of annoyance, you were not making this whole deal easy on him. No matter what he said, you would snap back with a witty remark in a way that would make him believe you were a Ravenclaw instead of a Gryffindor.
He needed to step it up.
Almost as if it was second nature for him, he switched back into his flirty demeanor that always had girls falling at his feet, “Betcha I can think of something to do that’s more interesting than reading,” His voice dropped a pitch as he spoke and he came to a halt, smirking.
Your eyebrows flew up and you came to a sudden stop as well, whipping around to face the boy as soon as you heard his suggestive comment, “Now, listen here, Black-“
He didn’t even let you finish your sentence as he quickly put his arms on either side of you, caging you with your back against the bookshelves.
You hadn’t even noticed until then how close the two sides of the aisle were, and how easy it would have been for him to do this the entire time.
The gap between the two of you was a very small one, and even you couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that you took as you looked into his gray eyes and at his smirking lips.
Even moving your head the slightest bit forward would lead your own lips to be connected to his-
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” You demanded, ignoring the small waver in your voice as you spoke.
He didn’t ignore it though. If anything, his smirk grew when he heard it, “Just trying to get your attention, seeing as you told me you don’t want to be the one trying to get the boy's attention. It’s called being progressive, love.”
You opened your mouth to snap back about how that wasn’t at all what you meant, but then you felt a slight tickle on your left cheek.
You back flinched slightly at the almost ghost of a feeling and quickly snapped your gaze to the side to see that it was his long, black hair that had fallen out from behind his ear.
Without so much as a thought, you reached out and tucked the loose strand behind his ear, causing his eyes to go wide.
It took you a second to realize why he was gaping at you, but when you did, you immediately contracted your hand, as if you had been burned.
“If I don’t kill you for this, James will,” You snapped before harshly shoving Sirius to the side and stomping down the remainder of the hallway, him too shocked to fight back or even rush after you.
He reached up and touched the piece of hair you had moved as he watched your retreating figure.
Why did that one, simple, small action have so much of an effect on him? Why did butterflies erupt in his stomach at your touch? Why did he want you to touch his hair again? Why did you do it?
Sirius let out a shaky breath, reaching up and tugging at the ends of the roots of his hair and fell back against the bookshelf.
If it were any other girl, they would have died right there on the spot if he had done that very thing them, but you hadn’t. You had pushed his hair away from his ear and stormed away as if your actions were his fault.
What just happened?
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By the time dinner rolled around, Sirius chalked up your actions and his own reaction to being from shock at the situation you had both found yourselves in, nothing more.
He quickly slid into an empty seat in the Great Hall besides Remus, who glanced up from his food at the boy's entry.
“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, taking a bite out of the food in front of him.
Sirius seemed to snap out of a small trance when his friend spoke, “Huh?”
Remus exchanged a glance with James and Peter from across the table, “I asked you why you’ve been acting so weird all day?”
“Weird? I haven’t been acting weird!” He immediately went to defend himself, knowing that you hadn’t been lying when you said that James would kill him if your brother ever found out what Sirius had done in the library.
All the boy could do was pray that you never found the need to bring it up in conversation.
Slightly farther down the table, you were sitting with a couple of your friends, who were all chatting away happily about their days, completely oblivious to the state that you were in.
Ever since your encounter earlier that morning, you had been mulling it over again and again. What in the name of Merlin had possessed you to reach up and touch his hair? That was so far out of character for you, that if the entire thing hadn’t been so embarrassing, you would go to the Hospital Wing to see if something was the matter with you.
You only glanced up from the food on your plate that you were pushing around with a fork when you felt a pair of eyes on you.
Lazily, you raised your head to see who the hell had the nerve to stare at you, only to find two gray eyes quickly avert their gaze as soon as they noticed you looking.
You didn’t know what had gotten into Sirius Black recently, but after the mornings experience, you didn’t know if you wanted to find out.
Touching his hair hadn’t just been an out of pocket thing for you to do, but it also felt good. And that alone terrified you more than any astrology exam ever could.
The close proximity between the two of you had sped your heart up in a way that you didn’t like. Not one bit.
Summary: a normal class led to a less than normal deal
Paring: Sirius Black x reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: none
A/N: This series is roughly based on the movie: 10 Things I Hate About You, with each chapter being based on a different part of the poem from within the film
A sigh rattled off from your lips as you eyed the hard cover book that lay on your desk, waiting to be opened and read.
Professor Fernsby, your muggle studies teacher, let out an even louder and longer sigh than yours as he dropped his head into his hand and raised a bored eyebrow in your direction, “Yes, Miss-I-have-an-opinion-about- everything?”
A couple of the students in your class let out sniggers, but you paid them no mind as you answered back, “I just don’t see how reading a textbook about muggles is going to actually help us better understand their world?” Though it was in fact a statement, you made it sound like a question to hopefully avoid being sent to the headmasters office again, “Why don’t we just read a book that was actually written by one of them?”
Your professor never did like the fact that you always spoke your mind.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, most likely to tell you off, the door in the back of the classroom was slammed open, and in stumbled a winded looking Sirius Black.
“What did I miss?” He asked dramatically in between large gulps of air, to which many students laughed loudly.
You didn’t even spare the boy a glance as you spoke, “Just the non-belief of students having opinions in our education system.”
He grinned, “Perfect,” and turned on his heel to exit, but was stopped by your professor's booming voice.
“Wait,” The boy froze as a seat in the corner of the room was pointed to by Fernsby, “Park it.”
Sirius threw a wink to a group of giggling girls in the other corner of the room before sauntering over to his seat.
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, not nearly as amused as everybody else in the room.
“Now,” The professor's attention was turned back towards you, “As for you, Miss. Potter…”
Sirius didn’t even bother listening to anything else as he plopped down in his seat, the entirety of Hogwarts long since used to your ‘outbursts’ in class.
This was sadly one of the only classes he didn’t have with any of his friends, him having taken muggle studies to spite his parents, while the rest of the marauders had a different class filling in this period.
“Black.” Derek Creevy greeted from beside him with a smirk.
Sirius didn’t know if he would consider Derek a friend, but the boy never gave him any problems, and he could be a good fellow when he wanted to be.
He gave him a nod in return, already counting down the minutes until he would be free of this class.
The same group of giggling girls caught the duo's attention as they threw flirty winks and kisses towards the black haired boy.
Creevy raised his eyebrow as he observed Sirius send a single kiss back in return and the girls fawned over his action.
“Wow, Black,” He teased with a slight hint in his tone that gave off that he was impressed, “You seem to have every girl in Hogwarts in your pocket.”
The words made Sirius grin as he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his long hair, “What can I say?” His voice was cocky as ever, “I can make any girl fall in love with me.”
Derek laughed along with Sirius, “Any girl?”
“Any girl.” The boy promised.
“You sure?” He sniggered and Sirius’s sure smile faltered a little when he realized the boy was teasing him, not in fact impressed.
Ever the egolistc though, he made sure his smile was back on his face within seconds, at least two times stronger and brighter than the last time. “I’m positive, Creevy.”
“Wanna put money on that?”
Sirius was again, caught off guard by the question, thankful that the professor didn’t actually care about the class and allowed everyone to talk freely, meaning it was too loud for even those sitting close to overhear their conversation.
“What do you have in mind?” He used his smirk to hide the uneasiness he was feeling with all the unexpected and seemingly double layered questions.
Whatever the boy was planning couldn’t be good, but Sirius was never one to back out of a challenge, especially not when someone was so clearly trying to get him to back out.
Derek’s own smirk appeared to be growing more malicious by the minute, “I want you to take out any girl of my choosing, have her become so completely in love with you by the time the winter ball comes around that hearts will be coming out of her eyes.”
The boy felt his eyebrow raise a little bit in surprise. That was it? Take out a girl and show up to the winter ball with her being in love with him? That was still four weeks away, and he had done better in less time.
A small laugh escaped from his lips as he once again relaxed his posture and kicked his feet up onto the desk before him, leaning back so his chair was balancing on two legs, “What’s in it for you?” He asked in amusement.
Creevy simply shrugged, the smirk not disappearing, “Just call it boredom.”
There was most certainly more to it than that, but Sirius barely gave it a second thought as he asked, “How much do you want to put on this?”
Derek looked up to the ceiling as if pondering the question before saying, “Well, I suppose you have to go out on a couple dates before the dance, so it would only be fair to pay you for each one of those as well.” Sirius was liking this more and more by the moment, “So lets say a fair fifty gallons per date, and one hundred if everything goes well at the dance.”
Sirius laughed again, “Oh, it’ll go well.” He assured the boy with a grin before scanning the room, “So, who’s the lucky girl?”
Derek’s smirk finally turned into a full on grin as he crossed his arms over his chest and calmly said, “Y/n Potter.”
If Sirius had been drinking something, he would have spit it out all over the desk in front of him. Instead though, he lost his balance on his chair and almost went toppling down to the ground, gaining some attention from those around him, but he paid them no mind.
“What?!” He exclaimed.
Derek just laughed, offering up no explanation.
Sirius’s eyes snapped to the front of the room where you sat, lazily levitating the textbook you had just been complaining about with a look in your eyes that told Sirius you were debating lighting the pages on fire.
“I- what- but-“ He stuttered over his words, unable to form complete sentences as his wide eyed gaze trained solely on you. He finally swallowed roughly and dropped his voice to a harsh whisper, “But shes my best mates sister!” He hissed, “James would kill me!”
Derek shrugged, “That’s not my problem. But if you can’t do it, then I’ll just find someone else to.”
His heart stopped at the thought of some random guy being paid to take you out. Sure, that’s what he was being offered to do, but what was worse? Him- someone your brother trusted- doing it, or some other, disgusting student who would plan to do Merlin knows what to you?
As the silence carried on between the duo, Derek seemed to be growing more and more amused by Sirius’s lack of communication, “I suppose I’ll just have to find someone else-“
“No!” He automatically snapped before catching himself, “I mean, no,” He said more calmly, “I’ll do it.”
Derek’s grin had returned as he stuck a hand in between the two of them, “Splendid.”
Releasing an inaudible, shaky sigh, Sirius shook his hand.
His head turned back to the front of the room, to where you were rolling your eyes at a Ravenclaw who was talking a little too loudly besides you, and gulped.
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Sirius waited across the door, leaning against the wall with one foot propped up.
As everyone exited the classroom, many girls would linger in front of him for a moment in hopes that he was waiting for them before giving up and stomping away with huffs when he offered them no recognition.
You were the most undateable girl in Hogwarts, and everyone knew it.
It wasn’t just the fact that you had an overprotective twin brother that played a large role in scaring away anyone who tried to ask you out, but also that you didn’t want anybody to. You just let James think that his whole ‘no dating’ rule was his own small victory in the world.
Any person that had by some miracle been able to slip by James’s notice would only be shot down not so nicely by you.
The professor had told you to stay to talk for a little while after the bell- probably due to your outburst- so the boy had decided to wait for you, figuring there was no better time than the present to begin trying to grow closer with you.
When you finally did exit the room, you looked aggravated and annoyed, two tall tale signs that should have screamed at Sirius to stay the hell away from you.
You didn’t so much as glance at him as you wrapped your arms around your books and began stomping down the hall, students scurrying out of your way as if you had the plague.
“Potter!” Sirius called, pushing off the wall, “Hey, Potter! Wait up- Godric, you’re fast!”
You didn’t even bother slowing down as the boy ran to catch up with you, accidentally shoving and apologizing to others around him.
Once he was able to catch up with you, you gave him a sideways glance and raised your eyebrow, “What do you want, Black?”
Like second nature, he immediately slipped back into his cocky, heartbreaking mask and smirked at you as he slowed his pace into a stroll and reached up to run a hand through his hair, “You’re looking well today, love.”
Both of your eyebrows shot up in shock, but not good shock, in an angry shock that only you could so perfectly pull off.
Your steps came to a halt as you whipped around to glare at him, “Excuse me?”
Clearly, you had already been in a bad mood, and his words were not helping, but it was too late to go back now.
“Wow,” He scoffed playfully, “You really know how to get a guy's attention.”
You rolled your eyes, turning back forward and continuing your deadly march, most likely back to the Gryffindor dorms.
“My mission in life.” You shot back flatly.
Slight amusement sparked somewhere inside of him at your comeback, only for it to be painfully stomped out as you shot him another glare when you saw he was still following after you like a lost puppy, “Beat it, Black.”
He held his hands up in mock surrender, beginning to become more and more annoyed with your attitude, “What if I just want to hang out?”
It was then your turn to scoff as you rolled your eyes up to the high ceilings, “You’ve been living at my home all summer, and you never once wanted to ‘hang out’.”
His eyebrows furrowed, “That’s not true.”
An unamused laugh left your lips, “It’s not like I wanted to hang out with you either, Black.” Your eyes quickly flitted over to him in irritation, “But hitting me in the face with a bludger while you and James messed around in the yard doesn’t qualify as ‘hanging out’.”
He thought it over before coming to the realization that that was in fact the only time you had even said a word to each other over break.
It, in truth, been an accident, the two of them had paid no mind to you, down in the garden trying to do some reading in the fresh air, as they soared through the sky in a practice quidditch match.
Of course, he hadn’t meant to hit the rouge bludger your way, but you were knocked unconscious and were very lucky that your mother was home at the time to help patch you up.
“I didn’t mean to,” He rebuttaled.
“Never said you did,” You shot back in annoyance before taking a quick and sudden turn down a separate hallway.
This time, he didn’t follow you. Instead, he just stood there staring after you.
This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
This series is roughly based on the movie: 10 Things I Hate About You, with each chapter being based on a different part of the poem from within the film
I know it’s been a while, but I just wanted to inform you all that I plan on becoming more active on this blog (it’s a side one which is why I don’t post, like at all).
And as for an ‘After the Snow’ part 2, it’s in the works, but idk when I’ll actually be getting it out
A soft hum played at your lips, matching up with the song that lightly played from the speaker a couple feet to your side.
The sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating and warming your skin, lingering just long enough to feel nice without you overheating.
Normally, on a day like this one, you would have been out with your friends, basking in the long hours that summer had to offer and surfing in the salty waves, but not today. Today, you wanted to surprise them, so while they went to the beach to enjoy themselves, you stayed back, claiming to have an upset stomach, denying all their offers to stay behind with you so that you could bake them a cake for when they got back.
Mixing bowl in hand, you began swaying slightly to the beat as you stirred the whisk round and round.
“Nice moves.” An all too familiar cocky voice sounded suddenly from behind you.
A yelp escaped your lips as you whipped around to face the intruder, who was leaning against the doorway of the Chateau kitchen with a smirk playing at his lips and muscular arms crossed over his bare chest lazily.
“Jesus, JJ.” You scowled, resuming your previous activity so that your eyes wouldn’t linger on the lack of material across his top half, “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
The two of you had first met back when you were no older than four at daycare, instantly becoming inseparable- and not to mention trouble. And though your friend group grew over the years, the two of you had always stayed the closest. That never had, and never would, change.
He grinned, “Whatcha doin’?”
Your scowl turned into a frown as you looked down at the batter in your arms, “Well, I was trying to surprise you all with a cake, but I guess not anymore.”
His toothy grin softened into a smile as he looked at you, an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, “Welp, just me here, so I guess your secret is mostly still safe.”
“What are you doing back here?” You asked, expecting him to have been on a beer run for the gang.
He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, “Just came to check on you, you said you were sick.” A grin once again returned on his face as he teased you, “Turns out that was a lie.”
You blinked once in surprise, “Oh, yeah.” Was all that came out of your mouth.
Both of you fell silent, contempt with letting the only noise in the room be the music that flowed smoothly from the speakers, and you fell back into the task at hand, deliberately ignoring the feeling of JJ’s eyes burning into your back.
“Let’s dance.” When he spoke up again, he was right behind you, a lot closer than you had expected him to be.
Turning around in surprise, you looked into his beautiful eyes as they stared right into yours intently, “Dance with me.” His voice was as soft, a far cry from his normally sheltered-by-humor tone, and his face held a desperate urgency that you couldn’t refuse.
You suppose that you were shocked into nodding, not knowing what had gotten into the boy you were proud to call your best friend.
Ever so gently, he took your arms in his hands and moved them until they were loosely hanging around his shoulders. Then, after what seemed like a split second of hesitation, he moved his own and put them on your waist, a feeling so light that it was almost a ghost touch.
In all your years of knowing JJ Maybank, you had never seen this kind of nervousness and doubt when it came to anything other than his father, let alone with you. With you, he was always comfortable- always safe- and you were the same.
But even as the questions towards his attitude rose up, they died in your throat when he once again made eye contact with you and began swaying your bodies slightly to the elegant melody.
It was only a couple seconds before he gently took your hand in his and spun you around once, twice, leading you in a divine dance that only the two of you knew. And when you looked at him again, your breath caught in your throat.
For the time being, you two were the only ones in the world. The cake and fake sickness long forgotten as JJ moved the two of you around in unforgettable movements.
Sure, the two of you had danced before, but never like this. Never when you weren’t drunk and it wasn’t to the beat of some heavy metal song at a random late night kegger.
This was so, so different. It was poetic, it was beautiful, it was everything you had ever dreamed a dance would be with the person you loved. But you had never thought that that person would be JJ.
Of course, there were times when he wasn’t looking that you would stare at him with wide and adoring eyes, wondering how you got so lucky to have such a caring and wonderful guy in your life. But all people thought that about their best friends… right?
The close proximity between the two of you made it harder to ignore his bare abs and muscled arms, the ones that were gingerly wrapped around your waist once more, holding you close as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
When the music came to a halt, you and JJ did as well, standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at each other, lips slightly parted- whether from shock or something else, you didn’t know.
Slowly, as if in a dream, the two of you began gravitating towards one another, eyes fluttering closed, ignoring the next song that began playing in the background.
Before you could comprehend what was happening, JJ’s eyes danced open when he was less than a millimeter away from your lips, silently asking you without speaking a word if this was okay. Because if it wasn’t, you knew he would step back without question.
You answered by letting your eyes close and leaning forward, closing the rest of the gap and allowing your lips to fall upon his.
The kiss was slow and magical. It was perfect.
When you pulled back, your eyelids remained dropped for a second before they opened and stared at JJ, who was already looking at you.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He breathed out, chest heaving up and down as a smile tugged on the ends of his lips.
You smiled that dazzling smile of yours up at him, “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” He grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, only to be cut short by another voice.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
Both of you jolted back with wide eyes, coming face to face with John B, Kie, and Pope, all looking back and forth at you and the blonde boy as if you had just announced that aliens had landed in the backyard.
After the snow was BRILLIANT!!! Can I be added to your taglist for marvel? Also how about a pt 2 for after the snow??
Awe thank you so much🥰 And yes, you can definitely be added to the taglist (you’ll be the first actually!) And as for part 2, it’s in the works but might take a little while!
For as long as you could remember, you felt as if the weight of the world were on your shoulders, constantly dragging you down in the most tiring way possible.
Everything was so much work, there was too much pressure to be better- to be the best. First, it came from your parents, then teachers, and then the people of the world.
Ever since your parents discovered when you were at a young age that you were different, you were pushed farther. Harder.
You were only five when they learned about your heightened senses. How you could hear a person clearly from across a street. How you could see the smallest details of the stitching on your bed sheet. How you could smell what your mom was making for dinner while you were still at school.
There was always this sense of tension hanging over your head like a dark cloud that would roll in during a normally perfect day.
And it was suffocating. It became hard to breathe. You were drowning.
It wasn’t far into your life when the Avengers had heard of your gift and reached out, deciding that you could be of great use to them. Less than a week later, you left your entire life behind to work with them. You took fighting and weapons classes, learned the ropes of everything it took to be a hero.
It wasn't long before your colleagues became more like your family than your real one ever had.
But all too soon, the citizens of the world began expecting too much of you, and all the pressure once again fell onto you in one giant heap.
But then you met him, and everything cleared again. You were able to breathe freely, stress was lifted off your chest. And for the first time in the longest time, you could see clearly again, past your too perfect eyesight. It was a sense of comforting normalcy.
Pietro Maximoff first sped into your life during one particular mission, and you were hooked ever since. He was a drug of security and you couldn’t stop thinking about him, wanting to be near him.
It turned out that he felt the same way, and it wasn’t long after he joined the team that the two of you started dating.
His charming smile and quick witted humor stole your heart all too quickly and you fell head over heels, face planting into the ground, only to have him gingerly pick you up with eyes so full of love that you would want to fall back down all over again.
“Relax.” A shudder ran through your body as his hot breath fanned the back of your neck.
The muscles in your shoulders immediately relaxed, but you scoffed anyway, “I’m always relaxed.”
“You’re never relaxed,” He teased, grabbing your wrist softly and spinning you to face him so that your chests were touching, and you could clearly see the smirk on his face, “But it’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.” A soft kiss was placed on your lips after that.
A reluctant sigh left you as you forced yourself to pull back, having to be the more responsible of the two of you before it could go any farther, “We need to focus.”
He chased after your lips with a childish whine, and it was your turn to smirk, placing a finger over his mouth to stop him, “We need to focus, Piet.”
A huff escaped him as he crossed his arms and jutted out his lip in an adorable pout.
“Besides,” it took everything in you to suppress a grin as you reached up and patted one of his muscular biceps in a playfully comforting way, “I’m pretty sure Tony would kill us if we messed this mission up.”
The negativity vanished from his face as he smirked at you confidently before speaking in his thick accent, “I would like to see him try to kill us before I pick you up and run us far, far away, princess.”
You giggled a little, turning away teasingly before opening the door and stepping out of the car, taking in the huge mansion that stood menacingly before you.
Pietro was able to speed over to you with ease, offering up an arm for the two of you to begin your long trek up the stairs.
About two days ago, both of you had been briefed on the mission by Tony. You were to go undercover as newlyweds to a gala, which was really just a cover for members who were selling illegal alien technology.
At first, you were hesitant to accept. True, you loved Pietro with all your heart and you had been dating for over six months. But what if your boyfriend was repulsed by the idea of marrying you- or at least pretending to marry. To your surprise though, he didn’t hesitate to accept the mission.
The plan was, while the gala was going on, the two of you would sneak off to the basement where the dealings would be going on, take the whole operation down, and slip out without being noticed. It was pretty foolproof, especially because you made Pietro go over it at least thirty times with you.
You didn’t know what she’d done, but Nat was somehow able to get the two of you on the guest list under fake names, so there was no problem once you got to the door.
As soon as you stepped in, enhanced chatter filled your ears and expensive smelling food filled your nose from all the way down from the kitchen, and you didn’t know if you were the only one smelling it. Fabrics of all kinds and colors swayed back forth, clinging to forms in delicate and beautiful manners.
A worker was quick to rush to your side, offering to take your coats and put them with all the others.
With the feeling of Pietro’s heavy gaze on you, you slipped your shawl from your shoulders and delicately handed it to the man, who nodded before scurrying away.
Slight amounts of heat rose to your cheeks as your heightened senses picked up on the way your boyfriend's breath hitched a little bit at the sight of you, and his heartbeats pace quickened.
You wore a long, iceberg blue dress that touched the floor with a neckline that dipped low, and an opening in the back that went even lower. Wanda had helped you pick it out, just like she helped you pick out the fake wedding ring you wore on your left hand. It wasn’t your ideal one, this one was a cushion that displayed a magnificent diamond, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
Though, you couldn’t say you looked even half as good as Pietro did. He wore black dress pants and a tight grey shirt that not only looked good with your dress, but also displayed his generous arms and toned chest.
He placed a hand gently on your lower back and leaned in towards your ear and whispered, “You look beautiful, princess.”
Your head turned towards him and the color on your cheeks darkened at the look of full adoration and love on his features.
Instead of answering, you reached up and pushed a stray hair of his back into place. You had to practically wrestle him back at the hotel room to try and get him to tame his normally messy locks.
The sun was only just beginning to set behind you as the two of you weaved into the room, being swallowed whole by the crowd.
Occasional glances were thrown your way, but nothing that indicated that you had drawn too much attention to yourselves or that you didn’t belong. Because as far as these people knew, you did.
Somewhere along the way of making it over to a small, circular, table that you two could stand around, Pietro had slipped his hand into yours and squeezed it slightly, a gentle reminder that he was there and you didn’t have to be so stressed.
He had always been good like that. The laid back, chill guy who took care of his professional, serious girlfriend. The one who would remind her to not work herself so hard, to stop for a break every once and a while. And to take a deep breath when she would get worked up about something.
There was never a time where he wasn’t patient with you when it came to that fact, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
As soon as your forearms touched the tabletop, a waiter had come over to ask what you would like to drink. And while Pietro looked like he was about to answer, you subtly elbowed him under the table and politely told the server that you bothered were okay.
“We’re on a mission.” You hissed at him under your breath once you knew that the other man was well out of hearing distance.
He groaned, eyes falling back towards the ceiling, but didn’t say anything further.
Stark had informed you that all the dealings would be done in the basement, and so far you weren’t hearing anything coming from there. Meaning that while you waited, you would have to blend in. So that’s what you did. You leaned forward on the table and swept your eyes casually around the room, pretending like you weren’t listening in on the conversations nearby for any indication of what was to come.
It wasn’t long until you felt eyes burning into the back of you, and you couldn’t help but allow your heightened senses to see who it was. Your nose scrunched up a little bit when you realized that it was a man who smelled very heavily of alcohol, and that his eyes were floating to places that they should not be looking.
Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have hesitated to turn around and march over to the man, teaching him a lesson about human decency. But you couldn’t risk your cover being blown, so you just had to stand there as your shoulders tensed and your hands gripped the table a little bit too hard.
Pietro’s eyes quickly flicked over to you, and his features immediately morphed into those of concern, “What is it? What’s wrong, princess?”
It truly was incredible that you barely even did anything and he knew something was off.
You just shook your head a little bit, because if Pietro knew what that man was doing, then he would throw a hissy fit, attracting unwanted attention in the process.
But your fake husband wouldn’t let it go. Instead, his eyes began sweeping across the room at a fast rate, and he even turned around, before stopping when they landed on the disgusting man.
His face immediately contorted into a snarl, and a low growl escaped from the back of his throat. His arm was quick to snake around your waist and pull you closer to him protectively, before he placed a meaningful kiss on the side of your head.
The eyes still didn’t leave your body.
“Come on, princess,” Though his face was full of rage, his voice was still gentle and tender towards you, “Let’s go dance.”
“Dance?” You asked, slightly startled, “But the mission-“
“Can wait a few more moments.” His patient as ever gaze was on you, “Do you hear anything coming from the basement?”
You paused for a moment, straining your ears, before shaking your head in defeat.
“Then let’s go.” That was all he said before pulling you into the sea of dancing people.
The music was slow and beautiful, the perfect song for couples to dance to if they wanted a magical moment. For you though, you had magical moments every time you were with Pietro, you didn’t need music to help you. But it was still beautiful nonetheless.
He pulled you flush against his chest, leading your hand bearing the fake wedding wing around his neck, and the other to the other side of it so that they were clasped together.
His eyes never left yours as his hands slid around your waist, brushing lightly against the bare skin on your back in a way that made you shiver.
From there, you decided that one single moment could be spared from your mission, and if Stark wanted to yell at you for it later, then so be it. Because right now, Pietro was the most amazing being to ever walk the earth. You decided that for a single moment, you could turn off your enhanced abilities. Allow the colors around you to fade, the lights to dim, the sounds soften, the smell to go away. It could be one normal moment for you and your beloved boyfriend.
You allowed yourself to get lost in his blue irises. The very ones that only you could look at in such a way. To be swallowed whole by the sea of ice that was only warm for you.
The entire world faded away, leaving only you two and the music that you gently swayed back and forth to. He reached for one of your hands and spun you in a slow and graceful circle, allowing the fabric of your dress to sway and tickle your ankles.
His eyes flickered to your lips, and he slowly began to lean in-
Through all the peacefulness, a small whisper pushed through the crowd, demanding your attention. It was the sound of the lock being put into place on the basement door.
A sigh left your lips as you halted your movements, all the sounds and smells you had put on hold rushing back to you like a speeding train, “It’s time.”
✰✰✰
A groan escaped from the back of your throat as you dragged your feet across the floor, kicking off your heels before flopping face first onto the bed.
Pietro chuckled slightly from behind you, closing and locking the door softly before going to lay on his back beside you, the bed dipping to his side slightly as he did so.
“I’m gonna kill Stark.” You grumbled, words becoming muffled from the sheets.
The man let out another laugh as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head through your hair, “It wasn’t that bad, princess.”
You turned your head to the side and glared at him, “He didn’t care to mention how many of them there would be.” You said through gritted teeth.
He placed a kiss on your now revealed lips, “But you, my beautiful princess, took care of it with ease.”
Incoherent grumbles escaped you while you crossed your arms and buried your face back into the fabric, ignoring the gust of wind that ruffled your hair in a way that told you that your boyfriend had just taken off in a shot of blue.
Not even a second later, you sensed his presence beside you once more, and you looked up at him now wearing his sleep attire and holding your own in his outstretched arms.
You let out another groan, reaching out and taking the outfit before shuffling into the bathroom and freshening up for bed.
Tony had booked the two of you a hotel room while you were on a mission, and since you were both so tired, you decided to just stay for the night and leave back for home in the morning.
When you finally exited Pietro had gotten comfortable under the covers, sitting up against the headboard as he waited for you.
A needy whine escaped you as you half ran then dove onto the bed and into the covers that the man was holding up for you.
Without wasting any time, you immediately burrowed your head into his chest and put an arm over his torso, letting your eyes flutter shut.
He laughed, reaching down and moving some fallen hair out of your face.
“I love you, princess.” He said fondly.
“Love you, Piet.” You mumbled in return.
There was a couple moments of silence, and just when you were about to drift off into the peaceful abyss of slumber, your boyfriend cleared his throat and you peeled an eye open to look at him.
“You know, my love, it was kind of nice pretending to be married for the mission,” You hummed in response, not really comprehending what he was saying, “I was thinking maybe we could have that happen in real life.”
Both of your eyes snapped fully open at that and you scrambled up into a sitting position, looking at Pietro with wide eyes.
“W-what?” You stampered out, nothing but a baffled look on your face.
He gave you a rare sheepish smile and reached up to rub the back of his neck, “I want to marry you.” Though he seemed nervous, there was such sincerity in his voice that your mouth went dry.
You parted your lips, but no words came out, every syllable you had ever learned flew from your mind the second he had suggested marriage.
He was quick to put a finger over your mouth, as if to silence your unasked questions, “Now, I know you like to plan things out in advance, but what if we did this one thing spontaneously?” He broke out into an excited ramble, “What if we eloped before we went back? Or if you wanted we could have the biggest wedding of the century? Or a small one with family and friends? I’ve planned out every situation of wedding to try and find the perfect one for you-“
Your mind was blank, but there was only one thing that you could think of. So you reached up and kissed Pietro, silencing him, “I would love to marry you.” You whispered as you pulled away.
The biggest smile broke out onto his features at your words and he reached over to the bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling out your dream wedding ring. The one that you couldn’t get when you had been faking the marriage.
He kissed you again, “Get ready, because pretty soon, you will be Mrs Princess Maximoff.”
The nurses thought he was a boyfriend. The kitchen staff talk about the fact that he had to be just a friend. The doctors could’ve sworn that he was a brother. And then there were the security guards, who wanted to throw him out everyday because they thought he was just a creep.
They knew two things about the man. One of them was that his name was Peter Parker, because he had to sign in at the lobby. And the other was that he visited you every single day. Day in and day out. Rain or shine. Snow or sleet. He would be there for exactly two hours every day.
On some days, he would just sit in the chair beside your bed in silence. Other days, the staff could have sworn they could see his lips moving a little bit. As if he were talking to you. In times like that, he would occasionally have a book on him, and the nurses would swoon over the thought of him reading to you.
Peter released a sigh, stepping through the sliding doors and allowing the smell of the hospital to hit him in full blast. At first, he had hated the smell so much, he still did, but eventually over time, he just became immune to it.
“Morning, Peter.” The receptionist called with a smile, the only thing anyone ever said to him in that place. The only thing they could say.
“Morning, Dorcas.” The man gave back his usual answer, the only thing he could say.
After quickly placing his signature on the clipboard, he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and allowed his hair to fall over his face as he tilted his head down and began the journey that he could take in his sleep.
Down the hall and to the elevator. Press the button to the third floor. Take a left. Then right. Then it’s the third door on his right.
Five months ago, Peter had been finishing up his nightly patrol around the city, already dreaming of crawling into bed and not waking up until dinner time the next day, when something caught the webslingers attention.
You had been closing up the coffee shop you worked on, being the only person on the night shift, with dark bags circling under your eyes and you had set off on your walk back home. It was only a couple blocks, and you never had any problems with it before, so you weren’t worried.
As soon as he laid eyes on you, he was absolutely hypnotized. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, tired state and all.
Some part of him felt like he was supposed to be gravitating towards you, as if he were the earth and you were the sun, and just staying still up on that roof was defying the laws of nature. And it did not feel good.
He supposed that was why he found himself jumping for rooftop to rooftop, following you. Not in a creepy way, or course, but just to make sure you got home safe. Although he didn’t know you, he felt like he owed you that much.
You had walked two blocks before you had to cross the street, and even though it was so late at night that there were no cars anywhere, you still checked both ways before crossing.
Everything was going fine, and Peter was debating how to get to the other side of the road without you seeing, but then it happened.
Out of nowhere, a car came zooming into view, swerving from lane to lane slightly in a way that both you and Peter immediately knew that it was a drunk driver.
There was a whole two seconds before you were hit. A whole two seconds that Peter had been saving you. But instead, he froze up.
He. Froze. Up.
And it nearly cost you your life.
Even if he didn’t have his hearing heightened, he somehow knew he would still have heard the sound of bones breaking. Come to find out later that it was your ribs.
The driver didn’t once slow their speed as they continued on down the road as if nothing had happened.
Peter had been the one to call the ambulance. He had been the one to make sure you got to the hospital okay. He had been the only one in five months to show up and visit you while you fell into a coma.
Not once did any of your emergency contacts show up when you were identified. It seemed to be like he was the only person you had.
With a long sigh, Peter shrugged off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair, plopping down into it for what felt like the thousandth time.
For a little while, he sat in silence.
If what people said about those in comas being able to hear everything around them was true, then you must be beyond freaked out that some random guy had told you his entire life story in the span of months and probably sounds desperately in love with you.
But Peter didn’t believe in any of that. He didn’t think that they could actually hear anything going on around them.
“Hi.” He finally started softly, barely moving his lips as he spoke, “It started to snow today… It reminded me of you.” He paused, “I don’t know why it did, but it just did, I guess. Maybe you like it, maybe you don’t… will I ever know?” The question came out of nowhere, whispered and lost in the air as soon as it was said.
“You already know all about me,” He continued, “My favorite color, about my uncle, what I do for this city, all of it.” He harshly wiped away at his eyes when he felt tears begin to well up in them, “When will I ever know about you?”
It wasn’t uncommon for him to tear up a little bit around you. From either the sadness that came with seeing you like that, or the guilt of it. But he never let a single tear escape. He refused to.
The rhetorical question seemed to hang in the air between you two for a couple minutes before getting bored and wisping itself away and out the door.
The rest of the visit was spent in silence.
✰✰✰
The next day, Peter trudged through the doors yet again, shaking out some snow from his hair and stalking over to the receptionist table, expecting the same cheerful welcome that he got everyday.
“Peter!” It certainly was cheerful, but more so than usual.
He looked up, eyes wide and questioning as Dorcas looked at him with a large grin.
“She’s woken up!” The woman blabbered excitedly, “And she’s been asking for you all morning!”
His eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t say anything as he quickly signed in and took great striding steps to the elevator, faster than usual.
As he impatiently tapped his foot while waiting for it to arrive, his mind wandered back to what the lady said. You had been asking for him. Meaning all that nonsense that he didn’t believe about coma patients hearing the outside world, was real. You knew everything.
Your hallway was bustling with more activity than usual when he entered, and he had to zig zag his way through the crowd in order to get to your door.
You were sitting upright- physically sitting- on your bed surrounded by doctors and nurses who were all talking over one another, almost none of them actually paying attention to you.
And then your eyes locked.
You were even more stunning than he remembered. Even when you were in a coma, you were still jaw droppingly beautiful, but now… you were devastatingly enchanting.
“Peter?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, scratchy from not using it, but of course he still heard you.
He swallowed thickly before nodding.
Then a wave of emotions flooded through your eyes, each giving him a different message. Thank you. Hello. So, we finally meet.”
Your secret’s safe with me.
His heart caught in his throat, and though you didn’t actually say anything, he could tell that you knew. Remembered him talking about everything- the quiet whispers about being Spider-Man.
You were finally awake. You were finally awake and you were thankful for him saving your life, and you were willing to not tell a soul about his secret.
A single tear slipped down his cheek as he took a step closer to your bed.
The nurses thought he was a boyfriend. The kitchen staff talk about the fact that he had to be just a friend. The doctors could’ve sworn that he was a brother. And then there were the security guards, who wanted to throw him out everyday because they thought he was just a creep.
They knew two things about the man. One of them was that his name was Peter Parker, because he had to sign in at the lobby. And the other was that he visited you every single day. Day in and day out. Rain or shine. Snow or sleet. He would be there for exactly two hours every day.
On some days, he would just sit in the chair beside your bed in silence. Other days, the staff could have sworn they could see his lips moving a little bit. As if he were talking to you. In times like that, he would occasionally have a book on him, and the nurses would swoon over the thought of him reading to you.
Peter released a sigh, stepping through the sliding doors and allowing the smell of the hospital to hit him in full blast. At first, he had hated the smell so much, he still did, but eventually over time, he just became immune to it.
“Morning, Peter.” The receptionist called with a smile, the only thing anyone ever said to him in that place. The only thing they could say.
“Morning, Dorcas.” The man gave back his usual answer, the only thing he could say.
After quickly placing his signature on the clipboard, he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and allowed his hair to fall over his face as he tilted his head down and began the journey that he could take in his sleep.
Down the hall and to the elevator. Press the button to the third floor. Take a left. Then right. Then it’s the third door on his right.
Five months ago, Peter had been finishing up his nightly patrol around the city, already dreaming of crawling into bed and not waking up until dinner time the next day, when something caught the webslingers attention.
You had been closing up the coffee shop you worked on, being the only person on the night shift, with dark bags circling under your eyes and you had set off on your walk back home. It was only a couple blocks, and you never had any problems with it before, so you weren’t worried.
As soon as he laid eyes on you, he was absolutely hypnotized. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, tired state and all.
Some part of him felt like he was supposed to be gravitating towards you, as if he were the earth and you were the sun, and just staying still up on that roof was defying the laws of nature. And it did not feel good.
He supposed that was why he found himself jumping for rooftop to rooftop, following you. Not in a creepy way, or course, but just to make sure you got home safe. Although he didn’t know you, he felt like he owed you that much.
You had walked two blocks before you had to cross the street, and even though it was so late at night that there were no cars anywhere, you still checked both ways before crossing.
Everything was going fine, and Peter was debating how to get to the other side of the road without you seeing, but then it happened.
Out of nowhere, a car came zooming into view, swerving from lane to lane slightly in a way that both you and Peter immediately knew that it was a drunk driver.
There was a whole two seconds before you were hit. A whole two seconds that Peter had been saving you. But instead, he froze up.
He. Froze. Up.
And it nearly cost you your life.
Even if he didn’t have his hearing heightened, he somehow knew he would still have heard the sound of bones breaking. Come to find out later that it was your ribs.
The driver didn’t once slow their speed as they continued on down the road as if nothing had happened.
Peter had been the one to call the ambulance. He had been the one to make sure you got to the hospital okay. He had been the only one in five months to show up and visit you while you fell into a coma.
Not once did any of your emergency contacts show up when you were identified. It seemed to be like he was the only person you had.
With a long sigh, Peter shrugged off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair, plopping down into it for what felt like the thousandth time.
For a little while, he sat in silence.
If what people said about those in comas being able to hear everything around them was true, then you must be beyond freaked out that some random guy had told you his entire life story in the span of months and probably sounds desperately in love with you.
But Peter didn’t believe in any of that. He didn’t think that they could actually hear anything going on around them.
“Hi.” He finally started softly, barely moving his lips as he spoke, “It started to snow today… It reminded me of you.” He paused, “I don’t know why it did, but it just did, I guess. Maybe you like it, maybe you don’t… will I ever know?” The question came out of nowhere, whispered and lost in the air as soon as it was said.
“You already know all about me,” He continued, “My favorite color, about my uncle, what I do for this city, all of it.” He harshly wiped away at his eyes when he felt tears begin to well up in them, “When will I ever know about you?”
It wasn’t uncommon for him to tear up a little bit around you. From either the sadness that came with seeing you like that, or the guilt of it. But he never let a single tear escape. He refused to.
The rhetorical question seemed to hang in the air between you two for a couple minutes before getting bored and wisping itself away and out the door.
The rest of the visit was spent in silence.
✰✰✰
The next day, Peter trudged through the doors yet again, shaking out some snow from his hair and stalking over to the receptionist table, expecting the same cheerful welcome that he got everyday.
“Peter!” It certainly was cheerful, but more so than usual.
He looked up, eyes wide and questioning as Dorcas looked at him with a large grin.
“She’s woken up!” The woman blabbered excitedly, “And she’s been asking for you all morning!”
His eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t say anything as he quickly signed in and took great striding steps to the elevator, faster than usual.
As he impatiently tapped his foot while waiting for it to arrive, his mind wandered back to what the lady said. You had been asking for him. Meaning all that nonsense that he didn’t believe about coma patients hearing the outside world, was real. You knew everything.
Your hallway was bustling with more activity than usual when he entered, and he had to zig zag his way through the crowd in order to get to your door.
You were sitting upright- physically sitting- on your bed surrounded by doctors and nurses who were all talking over one another, almost none of them actually paying attention to you.
And then your eyes locked.
You were even more stunning than he remembered. Even when you were in a coma, you were still jaw droppingly beautiful, but now… you were devastatingly enchanting.
“Peter?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, scratchy from not using it, but of course he still heard you.
He swallowed thickly before nodding.
Then a wave of emotions flooded through your eyes, each giving him a different message. Thank you. Hello. So, we finally meet.”
Your secret’s safe with me.
His heart caught in his throat, and though you didn’t actually say anything, he could tell that you knew. Remembered him talking about everything- the quiet whispers about being Spider-Man.
You were finally awake. You were finally awake and you were thankful for him saving your life, and you were willing to not tell a soul about his secret.
A single tear slipped down his cheek as he took a step closer to your bed.
I have a thing for stories that break my heart for some reason and the whole beginning was amazing. I love this idea that it wasn’t because of Peter but because he couldn’t keep his eyes off reader he couldn’t save her it made the whole story tragically beautiful. And the end 😭 the fact that reader knows and remember??? You have my heart. If by any chances you decide to write a part two, I’d love to know!! It was amazing and beautiful ♥️
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