Another MagicWeaver fanfic because I love them sm, they're on my mind 24/7
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Mentions of blood, slight panic attack, googled Polish🇵🇱
Word count: 2,5k
It's not proofread and English is not my first language, all mistakes are my own
Waiting for the ship to land, a couple of people were standing on the landing site, for the team that had been sent on this mission to show their faces. Niran Pruksamanee was one of them, he mainly wanted to check for injuries and get the latest updates on everything. As the ship opened its door after it had landed safely, someone quickly rushed out, seemingly panicking. Niran managed to get a glimpse of who it was, Aleksander.
Pushing through the few people that were waiting, Aleksander ignored everyone who even dared to call out his name. He needed to clear his head from everything that had gone wrong during the mission. He had lost control again over his magic and it made him feel sick to his stomach. Aleksander never knows what is happening when he is no longer in control, all he knows is that people have most likely gotten hurt because of him. He needs to get away from people before something goes wrong again. Rushing through the door of his room and locking it behind him, Aleksander fell to the floor, clawing at his armor and throwing it in the corner once he'd gotten it off him. His boots and his eyepatch got the same treatment before the man pulled his knees up to his chest and pushed his palms into his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose Aleksander did not feel any better. He sees glimpses of what had happened when he lost his cool, and like he suspected earlier, people had in fact gotten hurt.
Running around the base, Niran is looking for Dr.Novak, asking anyone who he came across if they had seen the man. Almost all of them told him no, they had not seen the man, until he asked an older member of overwatch, Agent Zero, “I’ve seen him rush to his room, seems to me he is not doing well, best you take it easy with him Niran,” and with that Niran thanked her and made his way to the mage’s room.
Uncurling himself and getting up from his position on the floor, Aleksander slowly made his way to the bathroom, deciding that splashing some water on his face may do the trick in making him feel better. Letting the water run over his hands, they slowly began to tremble but ignoring this Aleksander splashes his face a couple of times before turning the water off. Gripping the sink with a deathlike grip he looks at his reflection in the mirror. A tired man stares right back at him, his hair is a mess and there are eye bags clearly visible. Scowling at what he sees, Aleksander straightens his posture, letting his hands wander to his hair and pulling it out of the messed up bun. His breathing becomes more labored the longer he stares at his reflection. What previously was panic has now become anger, anger directed at himself for losing control like that.
In a blink of an eye he had smashed the mirror into pieces, not even registering the pain that shot through his hand nor the blood that was now covering some shards of the mirror. Letting out an angry shout, Aleksander walked back to the room with an ugly expression on his features. He begins pacing around while running his non-bloody hand through his hair, even gripping the sandblond locks. Being so caught up in his own thoughts and anger Aleks barely registered the knocking on his door, but he did hear it and he wanted to shout at the person to leave him the fuck alone.
“Sasha?,”
That voice, that nickname, why did it have to be Bua of all people. Aleksander stopped in his tracks, he wanted to scream at the other man, tell him to leave him alone. But he didn’t, dropping his hands beside his body, his shoulders sagged.
“Will you let me in please? I want to check on you,”
Blinking away the tears that swelled in his eyes, Aleksander took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, “Leave Bua, go away,”
“No, not until you let me see you,”
“Go away!”
“Sasha-”
Walking up to the door, Aleksander glared at it, getting tired of this back and forth, “Odejdź” He spat out the word like it was venom, hoping that it would make it clear that he did not want to be seen like this.
Niran sighs as he hears the word being spat at him, it is never good news whenever Aleksander will switch to his native tongue. This only made the white haired man more determined to get in the room and help the mage. “Nothing you say will change my mind Sasha, i just want to help you,” hearing nothing but silence for a minute, Niran was about to walk away until he heard the door being unlocked. Straightening his posture he looks at the disheveled man in the doorway. Before Niran could ask if he could come in, Aleksander already moved to pull Niran inside and closed the door behind them.
Looking around the room Niran’s eyes landed on the armor, boots and the eyepatch that Aleksander had thrown in a corner, sighing softly he now understood why the other was so determined to keep everyone out. Turning around to face the man Niran noticed just how exhausted he looked, he also noticed the bleeding hand and he immediately reached for it. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself?” He was met with silence so Niran just assumed that is exactly what had happened. Taking Aleksander to his bathroom, Niran’s eyes fell on the broken mirror and the dots started to connect, but he didn’t comment on it. He simply sat Aleksander down on the edge of the bathtub and began rummaging through the cabinet for some bandages.
Aleksander slowly began to feel the pain register, he was too caught up in his anger to notice before. The bleeding hand began to tremble as he tried to take deep breaths through his nose, he felt pathetic and he certainly did not like Niran seeing him like this. Getting lost in his thoughts, Aleksander didn’t even notice that Niran had crouched down in front of him with the bandages and spray in hand. He only snapped out his destructive train of thoughts when the other man gently took his hand and put the spray on it. Wincing at the stinging feeling Aleksander fought the urge to pull his hand away.
“Sorry,” Niran whispers, almost afraid to break the silence that had settled over them. Putting the spray aside when he was sure he had cleaned all wounds, Niran slowly began wrapping the bandages around Aleksander’s hand with gentle fingers.
Fidgeting with the fingers of his non-injured hand, Aleksander took this calm moment to look at Niran. He has always thought that the man in front of him was pretty, gorgeous even, but it was rare to be the center of his concern. Keeping an eye on Niran, Aleksander felt his heartbeat quicken, heat rise to his face and his previously destructive thoughts stop completely. He knew he should feel scared of these feelings, he has always been scared of developing them in the first place, but this felt nice. It felt good even. Watching the man rise back to his feet after he was done with wrapping Aleksander’s hand, he looks at the hand that Niran was offering him to help him back to his feet. Taking it the two walked back to the room.
“Want to tell me what happened to cause all of this?” Niran knew the reason already, the others had told him what had happened but he wanted to hear it from Aleksander himself. Hoping to get a better understanding of this complex being in front of him.
Averting his gaze, Aleksander sat down on his bed. He wanted to tell Niran what happened, he really did, but he was afraid of the judgment that might come with telling it.
Sitting down next to the other man, Niran patiently waited for Aleksander to tell him. Raising his hand to tuck a piece of the sandblond locks behind the other’s ear, looking as the blue eye looked around the room.
"Przepraszam,” Aleksander sighed, finally making eye contact with Niran, “I lost control over my magic… People got hurt,” He whispers, it still haunts him that whenever he is no longer in control bad things happen. “I never wanted it to happen, yet it did-” A warm and soft hand took Aleksander’s own and at that moment everything spilled from his lips, from the moment he had felt the control slip, to the glimpses he saw of what happened during it and the panic that filled his body when he regained consciousness.
Niran listened to everything that Aleksander told him, not judging the man like Aleksander had thought he would’ve, but nodding and gently squeezing his hand. He felt safe, like he could tell Niran anything and the man wouldn’t hold it against him like so many others had done in the past. Taking a deep breath Aleksander stopped his rambling, squeezing Niran’s hand back he felt all sorts of emotion bubble to the surface. Including the feelings he had for the other man, the feelings he so desperately tried to bury and ignore. But he didn’t want to ignore them anymore, Niran might turn him down, not return Aleksander’s own feelings, but that would be alright, he would get over the rejection.
Taking the silence of Aleksander as a sign he was done talking, Niran nodded slowly, not sure if anything that he might say would help, but he still felt the need to break the silence. “I’m certain that with time this will no longer happen, that you will be in full control at all times, Sasha,” Niran had seen the power the other holds, it would take time to be in proper control of it all, “But you will not have to do it on your own,” He offered a faint smile to Aleksander and snorted softly in light amusement when Aleksander averted his gaze again. It was almost adorable.
Fighting the urge to scoff at the snort he heard from Niran, Aleksander couldn’t help but feel the heat return to his face, “Thank you,” he whispered, returning his gaze to the one of Niran, not being able to help the faintest smile forming on his face.
“Thank you for allowing me to help,” Niran whispered back before laughing when Aleksander dropped his hand and lightly shoved the taller man off his bed, covering his face so he avoided getting smacked by a pillow. He sometimes forgets just how easily Aleksander can get flustered like that.
“Stop laughing!”
“Then stop trying to smack me!”
Dropping the pillow he was holding back on the bed, Aleksander stood over Niran, which was a mistake because now the man on the floor could pull him down. Bracing for impact, Aleksander made a face at Niran, “Why did you do that?”
Shrugging from his position on the floor, “Now we’re even!” He still had a bright expression on his face, the tension from earlier now clearly broken by the two fooling around. Rolling on his side so that he could face the mage, Niran once again tucked the sandblond locks behind the other’s ear, “Hey,”
Rolling his eye Aleksander couldn’t help but smile, he had to admit that the idiocy of Niran was rubbing off on him, “Hey,” the man said back to him, letting his eye roam Niran’s face for the who knows how many time, “Can i tell you something?” Aleksander needed to get it off his chest now, he needed to tell Niran how he felt about him.
Raising his brows, Niran adjusted his position, “Of course, you can tell me anything,” He thought it would be another bad thing that Aleksander had gone through, or something terrible he had witnessed that he wanted to get off his chest.
A deep breath, his eyes closed for a little while Aleksander was trying to find the right words. Once he found them he nodded and opened his eyes again, looking at the concerned face of Niran, “It’s nothing bad, I promise,” seeing relief wash over the features of the other man, Aleksander fought the urge to snort in amusement. Taking another deep breath Aleksander let it spill from his lips, “When I'm with you I feel like myself. I feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and I feel good about it— I feel good about who I am when I'm with you,”
Was Aleksander confessing his feelings? His feelings for Niran? Niran felt his breath catch in his throat, he felt his heart speed up, heat rise to his face. He knew he was staring at the other with wide eyes, happiness washed over him and a big smile made its way onto his face.
“It’s okay if you don’t–” before Aleksander could finish his sentence Niran had grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses. Oh. OH. His heart skipped a beat as he genuinely laughed for the first time in months.
Pulling back, Niran had a grin from ear to ear, “Of course I return them Sasha, I was afraid I might never get the chance to act on them,” running his fingers across Aleksander’s face the two layed there on the floor for a minute, or maybe longer, neither of them was paying attention to the time anyway.
After a while Aleksander got antsy, “As much as I would like to have you do that,” gesturing to the calm tracing of the other’s fingers, “I would prefer to get off the ground,” Aleksander shot Niran an awkward smile, the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place to be.
Processing what Aleksander had just said, Niran sprung into action, quickly getting up himself before helping Aleksander off the floor. Holding the mage’s hand, Niran brought it up to his lips and gave it a kiss, “Better?”
Chuckling at the gesture Aleksander nodded, “Much,” cupping Niran’s face for a brief moment, Aleksander turned to look at the mess he had made in the bathroom and made an uncomfortable face. “Suppose I’ll have to explain what happened to the mirror,” Dropping his hands to his sides he then made an apologetic face at Niran, “I’m sorry for cutting this short, But–”
“But you need to clean yourself up and look presentable before you inform Winston about the mirror?” Niran finished the sentence for him and normally it would annoy the absolute shit out of Aleksander, but now it was appreciated. Aleksander nodded, “Tak,”
Leaning forward to press another kiss on Aleksander’s face, Niran understood the need for privacy, “When you’ve done all that, come look for me,” making his way to the door Niran opened it and turned to face Aleksander, “See you in a bit my mage,”
Smiling softly, Aleksander made a sound of approval, “I’ll see you soon then, Bua,” nodding the other goodbye he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Aleksander felt like things would go better from now on.
This is my first one shot for the pairing MagicWeaver, a ship consisting of my oc Aleksander Novak and Niran Pruksamanee "Lifeweaver" from the game Overwatch.
English is not my first language and this hasn't been proofread, so all mistakes are my own.
Triggers: Blood mention, battlefield mention
Taglist: @beastweaver
Thank you for encouraging me to finally write something for them<3
Pain shot through his body as Niran slid down a wall, he had been shot. Breathing hard through his nose the man closed his eyes, trying to focus his energy on healing the wound that was making it hard for him to think. Yet the ongoing fight around Niran was making it hard for him to focus, he tried blocking out the sound by trying to think of something that would take his attention away. While doing this alongside trying to steady his heavy breathing, Niran failed to notice the heavy sound of boots coming his way or that the sound of the footsteps stopped right in front of him.
Flinching when a hand touched his arm, Niran’s eyes shot open, finally noticing that someone had made their way over to him. Looking at the person touching his arm Niran let out a heavy sigh as the feeling of relief washes over him, it was Aleksander Novak, his current second support on the field. The other man removed his hand from Niran’s arm now that he got his attention.
“Show me,” Aleksander looks at Niran with slight expectant eyes, he knew the other man was injured and wished to help him, “Where’s the wound?”,
Sitting up straight against the wall, Niran removed his hand from the wound, blood immediately gushing out again. He managed to chuckle a little, “It’s pretty ugly, isn’t it?”, hissing instantly with regret.
Reaching with his hand for the wound, Aleksander had to resist rolling his one visible eye, “I’ve seen worse,” The man said while removing some of the cloth covering the wound. The wound wasn’t too bad, but if it was left untreated it could become infected, nodding slightly to himself Aleksander began working on healing it.
While Aleksander begins to focus on the wound, Niran decides to focus on the man helping him. He had never noticed the light freckles that cover the mage’s face, or the slight hint of green in the one eye the other hadn’t covered with an eyepatch. Catching himself staring at the other man’s face, Niran looked down with a sudden warm feeling in his face. Now looking at where Aleksander’s hand was hovering above his wound, Niran bit his lip. The fingers were so close to touching his skin that he could feel the warmth radiating off the mage, he could also feel the warmth of Aleksander’s magic flowing through his wound. It was warm and it tickled a little as well, and if Niran really concentrated on it he could feel the magic stitching up his wound from inside out. His heartbeat starts speeding up the longer Aleksander is so close to him, if this continued any longer Niran was certain Aleksander could hear his heart beating.
Removing his hand from Niran’s side, Aleksander took a good look at the skin, it was as if nothing had happened. The only way you could tell that there used to be a wound was the torn cloth and the blood that was seeping in it. Aleksander shifted his focus back on Niran’s face, “It should be fine now,” the mage said, not commenting on the light blush covering the other man’s face. Standing back up to his full height, Aleksander offered a hand to Niran, waiting for him to take it so that they could leave this place and go back to their team.
Taking Aleksander’s hand, Niran was pulled up to his feet. His eyes widened as he didn’t exactly expect the mage to hold that much physical strength, now don’t get him wrong, Niran knows that Aleksander is well built but it still caught him off guard regardless. Feeling his hand getting dropped back to his side, Niran's eyes caught the one of Aleksander. “Thank you for helping me,” He offered the mage a warm smile which was returned with a nod.
Aleksander broke their eye contact, “It was just a favor I could finally return,” the man shrugged, not sure why it was such a big deal to the other. He had helped Aleksander a while ago with his own injuries and now they were even again. “Let’s just go back, I’m sure the others are wondering where we are..” Aleksander turned on his heel and started to make his way back, not waiting for Niran, the other would follow him soon enough.
Watching Aleksander walk back to their team, Niran touched his side with a smile. He wouldn’t forget this any time soon, the warmth of Aleksander’s hand, the tickling feeling of the magic washing through him. Letting out a sigh he knew what these warm feelings bubbling inside of him meant. He will need to think about these feelings later and how he would act upon them, but for now Niran took a couple of big rushed steps to catch up to the other man.
oh, es muy bonito! me gusta tu boceto y yo quiero compartirlo en línea en el siguiente capítulo. ¿Puedo? asurahozuki...
asurahozuki : Sure you can, that would make me very happy c:, and concerning the other because tom is the person most slytherin here xD that is definitely your home, and Harry you made a fanart of him with the tunic of slytherin so I deduced xD
PD: sorry for my bad english and I hope I have answered this well, I get lost a bit in tumblr :s
