Chapter One ── Pest Control. The Spider’s Sense: A Spidercaleb Series.

chapter one ── pest control. the spider’s sense: a spidercaleb series.

♥︎ spider-man!caleb 𝑥 fem!reader

synopsis. ┆ caleb’s life was perfect—until it wasn’t. a radioactive spider bite turned him into linkon’s friendly neighborhood spider-man, the daily bugle started hunting for the man behind the mask, and to top it all off, he was forced to partner up with you—his smart, competitive, and infuriatingly perfect classmate who threatened his spot as number one in the class rankings.

warnings. ┆ college/modern au, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gran isn’t evil in this LOL, the canon event, college parties, alcohol consumption, cliches, depictions of serious crime, references to the spider-man comics and movies

chapter summary. ┆ caleb's worst fear comes true when the two of you are assigned as lab partners, especially after your first experiment together goes horribly wrong in more ways than one.

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Most days in Linkon City begin with sirens.

Loud, blaring, unmistakable screeches that cut through the early morning quiet like a blade, carving their way through alleyways and avenues alike. They seep into walls, curl beneath locked doors, and coil around the restless minds of those who have long since stopped flinching at their call.

To them, the inhabitants of this city, it is nothing more than background noise—a city’s heartbeat, rhythmic and ceaseless. But to you, it is a warning. A sign that the world beyond the window of your dorm room is a battlefield, and you, a stranger in its midst, are only beginning to understand the rules of this strange place.

Perhaps, in time, you will grow desensitized as they have. Learn to sleep through the wailing cries, to walk these streets without the ever-present weight of caution pressing against your ribs. In a way, they forbade you from venturing out, instilling a fear within you that if you did, you would be the individual these melodies chased—or worse, the victim they had been called for in the first place.

The entirety of the first semester has passed, and you haven’t even finished unpacking. Your suitcase remains half-full, a tangible reminder that you do not yet belong here. That you still have a choice—to do something before this place sinks its teeth into you, before you become just another soul who mistakes chaos for comfort.

But that choice is an illusion.

Here, people like you make no difference. You are not a hero, nor anything close to it. You are just a student who knows better, one who recognizes that the sirens will always be there, a requiem for the city’s unrest. And the crime will persist, as will the men in uniform who fail to stop it.

Somewhere beyond the blaring wails, beyond the tangled skyline and shadowed alleys, someone is fighting a battle you will never quite understand.

And for now, all you can do is listen.

Yet, in a way, you know that this was exactly where you wanted to be.

Despite its rapidly deteriorating surroundings, Linkon University remained a place of prestige. Young children dreamed of acceptance into its ranks, babbling to their parents about how they, too, would one day make these halls their stomping grounds. Maybe it was naivety that brought you here. Or maybe it was the last remnants of a dream that hadn’t yet died on your tongue.

Or perhaps, it was the medical journalism program—a rare gem, dwindling into obscurity at every other university.

You were lucky to be accepted. But humbly speaking, luck had very little to do with it. Your stats spoke for themselves: a 1540 SAT, a 4.98 weighted GPA, more extracurriculars than you could count on both hands. A smart cookie, as written in the shining letters of recommendation that paved your way here.

And yet, imposter syndrome festered like a quiet disease, creeping into the spaces between your confidence. You have spent your entire life at the top. Always number one.

Here? You were number two.

Number two to whom? You did not know. Not yet, anyway.

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Caleb’s perfect life has unraveled in the span of a week and a half, but he positively swears it’s not his fault.

It’s yours.

Ten days ago, at precisely 12:57 PM, he endured the worst torment known to man: his seat in the lecture hall was stolen. A cruel move, truly. Class had been in session for four days, he’d claimed that seat twice—twice—and by the unspoken law of university students everywhere, that granted him full ownership. So why, then, were you sitting in his allotted property?

Looking back, Caleb sees only two possible explanations. The first: you had unknowingly taken the seat after enrolling just before the census date. The second: you were out to get him from the very start.

And personally? He’s convinced it’s the latter.

But alas, he hadn’t made a fuss about it then. It wasn’t like he’d just lost the single best seat in the entire hall—the one with perfect access to the exit, the projector, and the professor’s desk. But hey, he could be cool about this, right? Yeah… totally cool. So cool. The coolest.

Days passed, and everyone seemed to be settling into the spring semester just fine. The weather was getting warmer, flowers on the great lawn were blooming, and Caleb was thriving.

That was, until the unthinkable happened.

Time? 2:19 PM. Class? CHEM 001 AH. Location? The Grand Hall.

Caleb sat directly behind you, having resigned himself to the second best seat in the room, as the sound of pencils scratching against paper filled the otherwise quiet space.

Taking practice exams felt pointless. A waste of time, really. His efforts could be better spent elsewhere—like taking the real exam or absolutely demolishing his roommate Zayne in Apex Legends yet again. But instead, here he was, surrounded by classmates diligently scribbling away as the session inched closer to its eventual end.

And when it did, Caleb would have simply packed up and gone on his merry way—if not for the single most bone-chilling sentence he had ever heard in his entire academic career.

You were chatting with the girl beside you, talking about things he had zero interest in. Your shared biology class at 3 PM, your dorm building, plans to meet up at the dining hall later… blah blah blah. But then—an acronym. A single, horrific acronym triggered him like a sleeper agent.

“My GPA? Oh, it’s… 4.30. I think. To be honest, it’s been a while since I checked.”

His jaw went slack. His eyes widened. The color drained from his face.

A 4.30 GPA? No. No. That couldn’t be real. That could not be real.

But as his gaze flickered between the back of your head and your friend’s, he came to the most horrifying conclusion of all.

You weren’t lying. And if that were true… then that meant you had the same GPA he did.

Which meant that, depending on your course load and how well you performed, you could take his spot as number one in the class rank.

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Caleb burst into his dorm room, slinging his backpack onto his mattress before face-planting into it with a sound somewhere between a groan and a hmph.

Across the room, Zayne didn’t even glance up from his desk, fingers tapping away at his mounted laptop. Click, clack. Click, clack. For a stretch of time, that was the only sound in the room—until he finally exhaled, the kind of quiet sigh that could only mean here we go again.

“Rough day?”

Caleb didn’t even hesitate. “The worst day.”

Zayne closed his eyes for a moment, like he was mentally preparing himself, before pushing away from his desk and turning his chair just enough to look at his roommate. “What happened?”

Still face-down on the bed, Caleb let out a long, exaggerated sigh—nowhere near as silent as Zayne’s. “I think I have to take trig next semester. Honors.”

That made Zayne pause. Brow quirked, he leaned back. “Why? Your counselor quite literally said you’re already on track to graduate with honors and as one of the top-ranked students in our year.”

That was the problem, though. Caleb wasn’t satisfied with being one of the best. He wanted to be the best—and now, that source of pride was under attack.

“Well, that was before I found out I’m sharing a GPA with some girl in my chem lecture,” he said, rolling onto his back to stare blankly at the ceiling. “Which means if I don’t get my shit together and pack on a few more honors courses, I’m cooked.”

Zayne laughed. Actually laughed. Shaking his head, he turned back to his desk, plucked his glasses off the mousepad, and slid them on. “You should hear yourself right now.”

Caleb’s head snapped to the side, eyebrows pinching together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just amusing, is all.” Zayne smirked. “I find it endearing that you, Mr. ‘I can skip the final and still pass with a 94%,’ Mr. ‘I think I might take astronomy honors for fun this semester,’—”

“All riiight, I get it,” Caleb cut in. “What’s your point?”

Zayne snickered, amused. “My point is that if you of all people feel threatened by a classmate you hardly know, maybe there’s a reason for that.”

Caleb hated that there was probably some truth to that. Not that he’d ever admit it. Being threatened by a classmate he barely knew? Please. He knew enough. (And yes, he had meticulously sifted through the entire roster of his chemistry class to stalk your Canvas profile. What? It’s… field research.)

“Y’know, you’re terrible at pep talks,” he muttered, folding his hands behind his head.

“I’m not trying to be,” Zayne replied easily. “But if you want my input—take the trig course next semester. Something tells me you’ll need it.”

Caleb rolled onto his side, fishing his laptop from his backpack as the weight of his evening workload settled in.

And maybe Zayne was right.

Maybe he would need all the help he could get.

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It wasn’t until six days later—today—that Caleb knew for certain fate was no longer on his side.

The professor’s voice cut through the shuffle of students packing up their belongings, all of which were currently praying that their first lab of the semester wouldn’t be a complete and utter disaster. It was a well known fact that Dr. Rappaccini was quite the harsh critic, and an even harsher grader. Her score on Rate My Professors was a whopping 2.8/5 for crying out loud.

“Alright, it’s time for you all to receive your lab partners for the semester. Before heading to the lab next door, please check the list of pairings at the front.”

Luckily, Caleb had committed the syllabus to memory and knew that each person was scored individually no matter how their partner performed, but it was recommended that the pair conduct their experiments together to save time and... okay, maybe he hadn’t memorized it as well as he thought, but at least he knew the core details, right?

Scanning the list, his blood ran cold. He squinted, hoping that the prescription of his glasses had failed him, but of course, it was unmistakable. Your name was printed next to his. Emboldened, unignorable, in a perfectly neutral 12 pt Times New Roman font.

The walk to the laboratory was a quiet one, and you were walking a few feet ahead of him without a care in the world. Reaching for the door handle, he twisted the metallic lever and gestured for you to enter ahead of him with a single nod of his head. It was a force of habit. He may not care for you as an academic peer, but you didn't directly wrong him in any way. Not knowingly, that is.

With a curt nod of your own and a sliver of a smile, you entered the class with a quiet “thank you.”

And before he could follow in step behind you, the neverending line of your fellow classmates began to flood into the room, leaving him to stand idle while offering each of them a thin-lipped smile. It felt like an eternity before he was able to step inside of the laboratory too, and his first instinct was to map out the classroom to find the best possible seating arrangement.

To his surprise… you’d already claimed the most optimal lab station, and as he approached, you made the first move to speak.

“I hope you’re okay with sitting here,” you say, fishing out your sleek notebook and a bright blue pencil. “It’s the only lab station with equal access to the exit, the supplies cabinet, and the professor’s desk.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as bewilderment etches into his features. Were you inside of his brain? He clears his throat, shaking away his confusion as he nods. “Yeah, I’m alright with this spot. Good choice.”

Smiling, you nod too. “Cool.”

A beat of silence passes, and you smooth your hands over the black resin material of the table, a movement that his eyes instinctively follow. Then, your hand raises and extends out to him, forcing him to blink himself out of his state of daydreaming.

You say your name while tilting your head with a smile—this time, a smile with teeth—as you wait for his hand to take yours. “And you’re… Xia?”

Raising his eyebrows, he shakes his head while a chuckle slips through his carefully crafted exterior. “Caleb,” he corrects, his firm grasp enveloping your hand as he gives it a shake. “Caleb Xia.”

“Ah, got it,” you remark, an epiphany dawning on you as you slip your hand from his hold. “Well, I’m going to go get our safety goggles.”

But before leaving, you straightened, eyes glued to him—or rather, his head.

Huffing out a laugh through his nose, Caleb’s lip tugs up in the corner. “What are you doing?”

Tapping your chin, you sigh. “I’m trying to see if you have a big head. If you do, I’ll have to go fight tooth and nail for one of the ones with adjustable straps.”

Rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm, he rests his elbow on the edge of the table before leaning his cheek into his hand. “Well, lay it on me. What’s your diagnosis?”

Humming, you tilt your head back and forth before nodding your head a single time. “Big-head syndrome. I’m positive.”

Caleb’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “I should take that as a compliment. Big head means big brain, you know.”

“Or a big ego,” you retort with a shrug, giving him a once-over with raised brows before whisking away towards the horde of students currently going to war over the remaining pick of the litter.

Yeah, that too, he thinks.

In your absence, he takes the liberty of prepping the lab for the both of you. Beakers? Check. Random substance that the two of you were going to be experimenting on? Check. Hydrochloric acid? Check. Sodium bicarbonate? Check—

“Safety goggles,” you state, plopping down on your stool and handing his pair to him.

Without missing a beat, he speaks. “Check.”

Drawing back slightly, you turn to look at him with an arched eyebrow. “Uh… yeah. Check.”

Faltering, Caleb slides the item onto his face as he stammers through his words. “I was just… never mind, let’s start.”

The class had settled into a low hum—the murmur of newly paired partners, the scribbling of notes, the soft hiss of chemicals reacting.

As the two of you began the experiment, an incredibly prominent conclusion dawned on him: Disliking you as a person wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. As a competitor? You were treacherous. As a lab partner? You were… tolerable. Efficient. Annoyingly easy to work with.

It wasn’t the end result that he was hoping for, if he were to be entirely honest with himself. He wanted you to be difficult to be around, he wanted you to be stuck up, he wanted you to give him a genuine reason to dislike you apart from being the root of his newfound insecurity. But you weren’t, and that was a problem.

“Pass me the baking soda?” you ask.

“The sodium bicarbonate?”

“Yeah. The baking soda.”

Caleb tilts his head with a smile. “Also known as sodium bicarbonate.”

You glance his way, and your eyes met. “Congrats, big guy. You know big words. Now pass it.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Biting back a smile, he hands it over, only to retract it at the last second. “Wait. What’s it called again?”

Your force smile was all teeth. “Sodium bicarbonate.”

Finally relenting, Caleb places the bowl in your orbit with a triumphant grin.

He was smart enough to know that this was a bad idea. Despite how easily the two of you worked together, he knew that he couldn’t entertain this any further. You weren’t just his classmate, his peer—you were his competition. And while he’s heard the saying keep your friends close, but your enemies closer just as many times as the next person, he knows that mixing any ounce of developing friendship with his pursuit for greatness would be wrong.

It would work best that way. You can’t be friends, and that’s okay.

And for the first time in what felt like ages, fate seemed to agree with him.

“Hmm,” Caleb soon rumbles, squinting at the beaker. “This isn’t lookin’ too good. You said you added the sodium bicarbonate, yeah?”

You frown, glancing up from your notes. Your stomach twists at the sight of the clock—barely any time left before the lab ends. The professor would be making her rounds any second now.

“What? I didn’t add it. You said you added it.”

Caleb flits his gaze to the side of your face. “No, I added hydrochloric acid.”

Your head snaps toward him so fast he was surprised it didn’t snap right off. “No, I added hydrochloric acid.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you didn’t.”

You exhale sharply, frustration creeping up your neck. “How are you gonna tell me what I did or didn’t do?”

Your pulse ticks up a bit faster than it naturally should, and your eyes rose up from the glass cylinder. Around the room, students were already wrapping up their conclusions while the two of you hadn’t even finished the experiment. You suck in a breath and push up from your stool.

“Fine. Fine. Can you just pass me the baking soda?”

Caleb nods, handing over the pre-measured bowl of sodium bicarbonate. While you worked to fix the mess, he jotted down a few quick notes. You added just enough of the powder to neutralize the acid—but not smother it completely.

And then? Silence. The two of you sat. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Praying.

Then, miraculously, the beaker decided to behave and the fizzing subsided.

Like clockwork, you both exhaled, shoulders slumping as small, victorious smiles tugged at your mouths—

Until yours vanished entirely. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Caleb falters, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t say thank you.”

“Well, you should have.”

“Why? If I hadn’t pointed out the weird reaction, we’d have been screwed.”

“Oh? If I hadn’t realized neither of us added the sodium bicarbonate—which was your responsibility, by the way—we would’ve actually been screwed.”

Tension thickened between you like a drawn bowstring. You clench your jaw and look away, scribbling down your final observations. Stupid man, you thought to yourself. And here you were, actually believing that this semester wouldn’t be a total shitshow, that maybe, just maybe, you’d gotten lucky.

Unfortunately not.

Then, your attention was caught by something out of the ordinary. Your gaze lands on his neck, and your breath hitched. Staring back at you was a small, multi-legged beady eyed monster. Sticking out your pointer finger, you still find yourself instinctively drawing back, as if it were out to get you next. “There’s a spider on—”

But before you could finish your sentence, Caleb winced, his veins tightening as he instinctively flicked the eight-legged menace off. You sucked your teeth, drumming your fingers on the table. So much for your timely warning.

Glancing his way, your brows elevate as you see the already forming bite mark on his neck. “Yikes. It got you good.”

“Did it?” he asks, raising a hand to rub over the mark with narrowed eyes. “Hm. Guess so, yeah.”

Reluctantly, you ask, “Are you okay?”

With a nod, he picks up his pencil once more and works on finishing the last of his lab report. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sighing airily, you can’t help the smile that tugs on your mouth. “Poor spider, being flicked through the air like that.”

Like routine, Caleb shot a glare your way. “Funny.”

“Thanks.”

With that, you left for the washing station. Meanwhile, Dr. Rappaccini stood from her desk, making her rounds. It was in that moment that a shrill of panic shot up his spine—the stimulation foreign, unfamiliar, and… terrifying.

He could feel his heart rate shooting through the roof, a sweat break on his forehead, and his fingertips flex at his sides—all things that he wasn’t even conscious of. And before he knew it, he was glancing in your direction, noting that you were distracted. Good.

With a quick ease, he snatched up your notepad and erased a few numbers, replacing them with subtle, logicless mistakes. 34? Now a 26. 32 to the power of 5? Not anymore.

It wasn’t his proudest moment. Sabotaging his own lab partner’s work? Definitely not.

Ten seconds. That’s all it took to ruin you just enough. He slid the notepad back into place, brushing away the eraser shavings. Like clockwork, you returned, none the wiser.

Exhaling softly, you turned to him. “Look, I just wanted to say that—”

“Now, you two,” Dr. Rappaccini’s voice cut you off.

You both turned as she scanned and picked up Caleb’s report, making a few marks with her fine-pointed marker before sliding it back into place. You glanced over, making note of his grade. 94.

Then, she picked up yours. A moment later, she handed it back. Your professor held up a roll of stickers, tearing two off before setting them down on the table.

Despite the vibrant designs on the stickers, your stomach dropped. Your grade was big, bold, and unmistakable. 82.

“Wait—Dr. Rappaccini,” you call after her, staring at the page with widened eyes of shock. “I… I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”

“Well, your experiment was solid—your observations were well-written, and your documentation was precise. But your math?” She sighs. “Completely off.” A beat of silence. Then, a smile. “Don’t feel discouraged. You’re a good student as you are—no need to compare your scores to others.”

The implication was clear. She thought you were smart—just not as smart as Caleb.

Huffing, you toss your notebook onto the table, fingers curling against the edge of it.

“You got cut off earlier,” he says casually, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “What were you sayin’?”

Blinking, you tried to retrace your thoughts. “Oh, yeah… I was just saying that…”

Your voice trails, eyes drifting to your lab report. Caleb caught the flicker of realization dawning on you—and when you turned to him, his not-so-hidden grin said it all.

“I was just saying,” you snap, “that you’re an asshole whose handwriting looks like a drunk chicken clawed at my report.”

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he says with a shrug, peeling off his sticker to plaster it onto your shoulder. “Good luck on the exam tomorrow morning.”

And with that, he walks out of the lab.

“Yeah, you too,” you murmur, though he was already gone before he could hear the hissed “bitch” that followed.

Irritation pricks at your skin as you stuff—more like shove—your belongings into your backpack. Prick. So much for not knowing the single person you were beneath in the class ranks.

Guilt stirred in his chest as he walked towards his dorm building… but only a little.

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By the time Caleb stumbled back to his dorm, he felt like he’d been hit by a freight train.

He barely managed to push the door open before kicking off his shoes, letting his backpack slump to the floor with a heavy thud. His head swam, his breath uneven as he widened his eyes in a feeble attempt to stay awake. Slapping himself on the cheek, he quickly realized it was no use. His neck stung worse than it had when the spider first bit him, the dull throb pulsing beneath his fingertips as he rubbed over the puncture point.

"Are you drunk?" Zayne’s voice drifts from across the room.

"No," Caleb mutters, face buried in his pillow. "Just… tired. Really tired."

He sank into the thin mattress like dead weight, the springs groaning beneath him. With sluggish hands, he pulled his glasses from his face and tossed them onto the bedside table, missing by an inch. His breathing grew heavier, his skin slick with cold sweat. His pupils—blown wide as saucers—fluttered shut as he barely mustered the strength to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

And within seconds, he was out like a light.

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The morning sun sliced through the blinds, painting golden stripes across Caleb’s bare back as he jolted awake.

His chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic breaths, but despite the abruptness of it all, he felt… alert. Fully awake in a way that didn’t exactly make sense.

Blinking rapidly, he reached for his glasses and slid them onto his face with a groggy groan. And then—he froze.

His vision was still blurry.

Frowning, he pulled his glasses off, breathed onto the lenses, and wiped them against his bedsheet. When he slid them back on—blurry again. He pulled them down. Clear. Glasses up. Blurry. Glasses down. Clear.

He stares at them in his hands. “...Weird.”

Setting the frames down, he threw his legs over the bed and staggered toward his closet—only to catch sight of his reflection in the mirror. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

Since when the hell did he have abs?

He flexed instinctively, stomach tensing under his own scrutiny. Then his gaze trailed up—to his arms. His biceps. His shoulders.

Turning, twisting, he inspected every angle of himself like a stranger in his own skin. He’d been in shape before, sure, but this? This was different. He would’ve noticed this.

Knuckles rapped against the door, making him flinch.

“Caleb? Are you awake? I forgot my key.” A pause. Then, “Are you feeling any better? You slept like a log last night—perhaps you’re catching a bug.”

"A bug?" Caleb echoes under his breath, flexing again just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “Holy shit… Uh, yeah, man, I’m good. Just—gimme a sec.”

Turning back toward his desk, he reached for his chair, only meaning to push it aside—but the moment his palm touched the wood, it stuck.

His brows furrow.

He yanks once. Then again.

Nothing.

His heartbeat quickens as he curls his fingers, attempting to lift his hand—and instead, he lifts the entire chair clean off the ground.

“What the—” His stomach drops. He waved his hand. The chair waved with it. Up. Down. Side to side. Still stuck.

“Caleb?” Zayne calls from the other side of the door.

Caleb whips his head toward the sound, panic tightening in his throat. Shit. He bolted across the room—chair still attached to his palm—and somehow managed to unlock the door just as Zayne strode in.

Zayne, clearly in a rush, barely spared him a glance as he grabbed a stack of papers from his desk, clipped them together, and breezed back out with a nod.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Caleb exhaled sharply—only to realize his hand was still stuck… to the doorknob.

Huffing, he gave it a firm tug, expecting it to pop free. Instead, the entire knob wrenched out of the door, hinges snapping with a loud crack.

"Shit."

He barely had time to process before his body betrayed him once again—this time, with a sharp thwip.

A thick strand of silk shot from his wrist, attaching him to his bedpost.

His pulse stuttered.

"What. The. Fuck."

Another sharp tug. Another web. More panic. Before he knew it, his dorm room looked like a crime scene from some horror movie—threads of silk stretching from walls to furniture to the ceiling.

His gaze snapped to the clock on his desk. 12:56 PM.

"Alright," he mutters, inhaling deeply. "Exam starts in four minutes. I’m sticking to everything I touch. I’m half-naked. Cool, cool, cool."

But nothing about this was cool.

If anyone in the history of Linkon University could take an exam like this, it was going to be him.

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a/n like & reblog if you enjoyed!! this was really fun to write :) also i should’ve mentioned it rly isnt specified how old reader is, just that she’s in college and just starting her second semester at linkon university :) she can be a transfer student (which is kinda what i had in mind), a first year, etc lol it doesn’t really matter bc i’m fine with that being a “plot hole”

i could not stop laughing while writing this at 4am bc i was just imagining caleb coming up with an elaborate ass internalized beef with reader and she’s just sitting in her chem lab like

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Astralis Desires

Chapter 1: A Heart that Longs for the Stars

Various HSR men x reader

This is a normalised yandere AU. There will be multiple chapters including all the adult male characters in HSR (playable and future playable) with future smut. It will partially follow the canon plot line. There will be some heavy themes and each chapter will be tagged accordingly. This will mostly be a thriller with yandere themes. ‘Astralis Desires’ will also be published on AO3. (Authors note at the end)

Synopsis: You are a lowly worker on Herta’s Space Station (an assistant of an assistant) whose dream is to travel among the stars. When the Antimatter Legion invade the station, you get the opportunity to travel with the Astral Express. The road through the stars and freedom is dangerous, especially when you have suitors who will do anything in their power in order to make your heart theirs…

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Warnings: yandere, murder, slight gore (nothing too extreme), violence, obsession, vomiting (only briefly and is skippable should it make you uncomfortable), Caelus is the trailblazer, female reader (not mentioned in this chapter)

Word count: 5318

The cries of the many monsters echoed through the hallways of the space station. They had left the control room in a havoc, with blood staining the walls. You had never seen a dead person before, and now a dead man laid two meters to your left. His eyes were open and hollow and his pupils a dark abyss leading down to the unknown. His neck was torn open and blood were still seeping through the rift. Torn tendons and arteries were fully on display, causing the bitter taste of bile pooling up in your mouth. You swallowed thickly as you could feel your lunch moving upwards. Your eyes were glossy as tears streamed down your face. You had never been so afraid as you were now. Your heart was beating so fast, that you were almost positive it would stop.

The stench of blood was unbearable and you covered your mouth with your hand. You let your eyes scan your surroundings and you let out a ragged breath when you realised the coast was clear. You slipped away from the box you were hiding behind and out towards the hallway as quietly as you possibly could. Your shoes left bloody footprints and the soles of your shoes made a sickening squeaky sound. Fear and adrenaline was pumping through your veins as your steps quickened. You weren’t hurt, thankfully.

You needed to find a guard or something, and inform them about the monsters you had encountered. The loud buzzing of your rushing blood made it difficult to pick up on any suspicious sounds, so you opted to follow your gut and sight.

After a few minutes of running through the long corridors, you hadn’t come across any other injured or murdered people. A faint glint of hope lit within your soul at the thought of the attack not being too serious. Hopefully the famed Astral Express that had made a small stop at the space station, would help and take the monsters down quickly.

From what you have heard, they appeared to be greatly capable and they possessed admirable powers. You had wanted to meet them and ask them about their many adventures in a hopeless curious manner, but it had always seemed too far fetched. You were not an adventurer nor were you a scientist. You were only an assistant of an assistant (who were probably an assistant of an assistant) and your tasks consisted of organising, making coffee and planning future meetings and whatnot. It may not have been the most exciting job, but you did not mind for whatever reason. Maybe it was the way you were so close to the stars or maybe it was that your pay weren’t too bad. You had gotten the job via a good friend of yours, Anna. She was working in the cafeteria and recommended you to someone. You were now living at the space station with Anna and some of the other employees. It was a simple life, but it wasn’t so bad (except that most of your colleagues were total assholes who had absolutely no respect for you).

It had seemed like a safe and stable job, but that was before this. That was before you had witnessed a man getting torn to shreds by a monster with razor sharp jaws and talons longer than your forearm. You would be in need of many therapy sessions, that was for sure.

As a so-called ‘Darling’, you had been safe at Herta’s Space Station. ‘Darlings’ were able to both work and live peacefully within the space station. ‘Lovesick’ people or ‘Yanderes’ (that was the official therm), also worked there, but they were no treat. Madam Herta had made it very clear that lovesick-behaviour was only going to be a distraction, and that it was something that belonged in ones spare-time and nothing else. Though her opinion on the matter was uncommon, no one dared to oppose her. Which was something you appreciated.

The sound of a gunshot rattled your eardrums as it echoed through the corridors. It was close, too close. You gritted your teeth as you were about to make a run for it down the corridor on your left, when the sound of footsteps sounded from the dark corridor on your right. Before you were able to react, a tall woman with purple hair emerged through the darkness. In her hand was a sleek black gun which she playfully spun around her finger. A smile was present on her lips as she eyed you up and down. She was beautiful, but something about her made your hair stand on end. The woman was by no doubt dangerous and your brain told you to run for your life, but your feet were as if they were frozen to the ground.

“My my, you sure look scared. Are you lost?” her voice was full of mirth as her smile widened into a sharp grin. “This is no place for the means like you. You should seek shelter” the woman’s tone turned more serious, but her smile was still ever so present.

“Who are you?” your voice was strong, but despite your act of faux courage, you could not hide its trembling.

The woman chuckled. “That’s not important. What is important, is that you don’t stand in my way” she stepped closer. “Can you do that? I really do hate to kill civilians…” her eyes glittered with mischief.

You nodded fast as you backed away. “Yes. Yes I will not be in your way. I promise” you held your hand to your heart as you swore.

The woman only hummed as she nodded before disappearing into the darkness where she had came from.

Your feet drummed against the plastic floor as you ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You were out of breath, but stopping was not an option. As you made a sharp turn, a claw gripped your arm and threw you against the wall. Your breath was knocked out of you and you heaved and hissed like a fish on land. The monster growled as it crept closer to you. It snarled and its fangs glistened in the light like razor sharp blades.

You gulped as you realised your end was a few seconds away. You stared intensely into the eyes of the beast as you waited for your inevitable death. Like hell you were going to close your eyes.

As it rose its arm ready to strike you down, a spear was flung into its right eye and through its skull with a loud squishy crack. Brain matter and other undefinable sludge splattered across the nearest wall, painting it in a green-purple colour. The sight was absolutely disgusting, but your relief was too big for you to care. You breathed out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, as you ran your hands shakily through your hair as a means to ground yourself. Your head snapped to your left which the spear had come from and were met with three strangers. One of them was a young woman with pink hair and big blue eyes, her pretty face was filled with concern. She seemed to be a little younger than you, but old enough to drink. The other was a grey haired man with yellow eyes that looked like honey underneath the bright lights. He bore an expression of confusion and curiosity. The last person was a black haired man with teal eyes that would not leave your form for even a second. He was handsome, but his gaze held a sharp edge to it. One which you could not place, no matter how hard you tried.

“Are you alright?!” the pink haired girl rushed to your side and gave you a quick look over.

You nodded. Save from your mental scaring you felt fine. “I’m fine” you forced a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me”.

“Oh, don’t thank me! It’s Dan Heng you should thank!” she gestured towards the black haired man. He was still staring at you with his unnerving gaze.

“Thank you, Dan Heng. I really owe you one” you said with earnest. You really were grateful to him.

Dan Heng nodded with a short movement. “You’re welcome. I only did my job” despite his nonchalant response, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. When he talked you could spot two sets of fangs. They seemed sharp and only made you more curious about the men. It was extremely rare to see humans with fangs, after all.

“We should get moving!” the girl said as she waved her hand at you to follow.

As you moved through the seemingly endless corridors, you learned the name of your new companions. March 7th was the pink haired girl (she said you could just call her March). Caelus was the grey haired man who for some reason had a baseball-bat as a weapon. You gave them your name and you could see from the corner of your eye, Dan Heng silently repeating it as if he was tasting it. On your way to safety, you encountered a young man, Arlan. You had seen him multiple times, but never properly spoken to him, save from a few polite greetings. He had gotten injured by the monsters as he had attempted to fight them of.

You stopped by a control room as Dan Heng tried to check the surveillance footage

“Oh, I forgot to ask you [Name]. Did you see anything suspicious before we came and rescued you?” March asked you as she leaned against the wall out of breath.

You nodded as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. “I did actually. I met a tall woman with dark pink hair. She was telling me to not get in her way”.

“Sounds like a Stellaron Hunter” Dan Heng said while he was typing away on the computer.

Cold sweat coated on your temples as a shiver ran down your spine. “A Stellaron Hunter…” the gravity of the situation finally dawned upon you. Oh shit.

“Sounds like you saw Kafka. So did Caelus” March replied.

The chair Dan Heng sat on suddenly sharped against the floor in a fast motion. His icy eyes found yours in a blink of an eye. “She didn’t do anything to you, right? She didn’t hurt you?” his voice was low and reminded you of a growl of a beast.

You instantly shook your head. “No, she didn’t. She left as a fast as she came”. Goosebumps raised on your arms as he stared at you.

March watched Dan Heng silently with a raised brow. When he met her gaze, he quickly turned back to the computer. A small smile played on the girl’s lips as she stifled her laugh.

Your feet drummed against the makeshift bridge as you made your way to the lift. A cloud of dark mist clouded your vision and a group of monsters appeared through it. The biggest of them reared like a horse and sat its sight on you. Your heart stopped for a second as it lunged for you. A strong hand pulled you back by your collar and you lost your footing. The world came to an halt as all you could see was the arrow that was fired your way. The same spear that had saved you when you first met the Trailblazers, blocked the arrow in a swift movement. Arms wrapped around you as they prevented your fall. They pulled you closer to him like a hungry boa and for a brief moment you wondered if the danger was the monster or the man behind you.

“Are you alright?” Dan Heng whispered against your ear. His usually stoic voice was breathy and brimming with a thick mixture of emotions.

Hot blush crept over your face as you nodded. How pathetic. “Yeah, thank you” you whispered back.

He gazed at you for a second, one that felt as if stretched out for eternity, before he snapped back to the monsters.

A mechanical buzzing shot down as a drone with razor-like propellers slashed through the beasts. Green blood splattered across the bridge and onto your face. In a blink of an eye Dan Heng had dragged you across the bridge and into the lift. As everyone made it inside you clutched your stomach, fighting against the vomit that threatened to flood out. The hot blood on your face and all the running had made you feel incredibly sick and it felt as if your intestines would explode.

Caelus looked at you with a concerned expression. “Are you good? You look pal-”

He got interrupted by the sound of you spilling out all your lunch on the floor. Tears clouded your vision as you gagged. The taste was awful and the smell was no better, but you felt less sick after throwing up. Luckily you hadn’t hit anyone, because if you had you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. “I’m so sorry” you mumbled as you whipped your mouth.

“Never mind hehe…” Caelus scratched his neck awkwardly trying to think off what to do.

March rushed to your side and handed you a mint. “Thanks” you muttered weakly. Could this day be any worse?

The automatic door opened and the five of you stumble in. A red haired woman was closing a white briefcase containing the drone that just saved your lives when the door closed with a soft swoosh.

“Why does it always have to get so exciting?” she asked to seemingly no one in particular. She turned to you and smiled “Anyway, at least you’re back”.

She took a few steps forward and stopped in her tracks as she took in your disheveled appearances. Her beautiful face twisted into worry. “March, Dan Heng, you’ve been through a lot”.

“Whew, Himeko-! What took you so long?! That last wave of Antimatter Legion came at us like a swarm of locusts, have you ever tried shooting locusts with a bow?” March’s placed her hands on her hips as she scoffed. Her pink hair was a mess and it was stained with the green blood of the beasts she had ruthlessly killed with her bow.

“I wouldn’t have made a difference. My orbital cannon can deal with a whole bunch of enemies at once, but I couldn’t just blow up the space station with it- Herta would NOT like that…” the woman shook her head as if she was imagining Herta giving her an earful. “Are you alright, Arlan? Asta’s been worried about you” she faced the tan young man.

“I’m fine, a quick patching up will do. Thanks for asking” it was clear as day that the boy was uncomfortable with all the attention with the way he scratched his neck awkwardly. “I’ll report the situation to Lead Researcher Astra immediately. Bye” he turned on his heel and left as quickly as he could with his limping.

Himeko turned to you and Caelus with a friendly smile. “Hey, nice to meet you two. I’m Himeko, navigator of the Astral Express”.

“In other words, she’s in charge of where the Express goes” March explained to a slightly confused Caelus. You nodded at March’s words. You have heard about Himeko and her achievements. She was an admirable woman who many looked up to, both old and young.

You introduced yourself “Nice to meet you. I’m [Name]”.

She returned your smile “Match hasn’t been any trouble for you along the way, has she?”

“[Name], Caelus, think carefully about how you wanna reply to that” March mumbled.

“In that case, I’d rather not answer” Caelus shook his head with a sheepish smile, which earned a scoffed from the girl.

“Wise choice, don’t you agree Dan Heng?”

“I have the right to remain silent” the black haired man replied with an expressionless face.

Himeko laughed softly at your friendly banter “Look at you all, you’ve already gotten really close!”

“Come on, Astra has been worried about all of you”.

You all followed Himeko as she lead you to the young researcher. You had met Asta twice, both times had been with the assistant you were an assistant for. The young woman was kind and not as snobby as you would have thought. You have heard from your colleagues that Asta’s family had been the one who had founded The Interstellar Peace Corporation. Her family had money. Way more than what you could ever possibly phantom.

“Projectile radar tracking, normal. Telemetry signal frequency unusually high! Maintain at normal levels!” Asta spoke loudly into a microphone connected to a intercom that was connected to the whole space station. “Our measurements predict that the Leighton is about to unleash over the waves of continuous attacks. Everyone, brace yourselves!”

“Asta! We’re back!” March greeted the girl.

Asta let out a sigh as she spun on her feet. “I’m glad you’re all back safe. Arlan just told me about the situation at the storage zone- and about his injury… Thank you, for all your help”. “In Times of disaster, I realise more and more that the space station’s researchers are its most valuable assets…Alas, we were ill-prepared for such emergencies… We should have built up our security and combat departments”.

“But on the other hand, the entire crew of the Astral Express seems to be extraordinarily skilled” she smiled.

“What is the current situation on the space station?” Dan Heng asked with a serious tone. He had you standing beside him as if he was afraid you would slip away if he let you out of his sight. He hadn’t met your eyes on the way to Asta, but you had seen him staring at you from the corner of your eyes.

“The situation is under control for now. The damage to our security system was minor. The intruder only managed to alter a small amount of data, so it was easy to fix” Asta explained. “The real problem lies with the researchers… They trust Madam Herta wholeheartedly and never thought that the space station would be breached by the Legion. A broken spirit is far worse than a broken body” she sighed. What she said made perfectly sense as you knew for a fact that some researchers saw Madam Herta as a kind of goddess. It was beyond ridiculous, but there were no point arguing with them.

“Let’s us speak with the researchers. Right now, the space station can’t afford any more unexpected turns, especially from within. Have you tried contacting Herta?” Himeko asked. Despite the grave situation she appeared to be calm.

“I sent multiple letters, all met with silence. You know her, Himeko, the space station is but a mere warehouse for followers and rare items. She doesn’t really care about it” Asta sighed as she rubbed her temples. That was one of the reasons as to why you disliked Herta, her attitude towards the space station was tasteless.

“I knew it… No matter, I’ll also send a letter to Herta and tell her that we’ve brought the rare item she seeks. At least that might get her attention” Himeko chuckled.

You sighed. If only you had the balls to speak to Herat that way (not that you had ever spoken to her).

“Oh… That would be of great help” Asta’s blue eyes lit up at her suggestion.

March and Caelus left to talk to the researchers while you and Dan Heng remained. Himeko and Asta were busy talking to each other’s and left the two of you to your own devices. You had taken a seat at a bench and were twiddling your thumbs as you waited. Anxiety was gnawing at your insides like a gluttons beast. Dan Heng were standing to your left staring at you as he had done almost the whole time you had been together. After a good five minutes in silence, you decided to break it.

“So… Have you guys had any similar experiences?” you asked him. It was a silly question, no doubt, but you couldn’t bear any more awkward silence.

His eyes lit up for a millisecond before they returned to their normal self. “Yes. Though every journey is different” his word were few but his voice was soft.

You sighed internally. You should realised by now that he weren’t the biggest talker. You nodded “I can imagine. Must be both exciting and scary”.

“Perhaps, though you get used to it” he shrugged. He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. “Are you alright? No injuries or something? Even if they’re small you should tell me” a flash of worry distorted his handsome features.

“I am alright” you shook your head. After noticing his raised brow you added: “No really. I’m fine”. Your suspicion had been confirmed. He was indeed one of them. Though he did seem harmless enough, you would be a fool if you let your guard down completely. Your parents had warned you your whole life about them and they had tried to shield you from them as much as they could. Your parents were both considered normal and that you envied them. Not that you would ever admit it, of course.

He left it at that and adverted his gaze to the rest of the space station. You wished you could read his mind, but at the same time something told you it was best if you couldn’t.

A flurry red warning triangles lit up the various screens and holograms. The beeping was loud and pierced through your hear drums. You winced as your eyes snapped to Asta and the screens. On the biggest screen was a large beast with claws as long as grown person. It looked like something straight out of your nightmares.

Asta turned to you “Take the Express and leave. I’ll stay” she said with the determination of a war general.

“But…” March tried to reason with her.

“Let’s go” Himeko took hold of Caelus’s arm and dragged him with her.

The four of you had taken shelter in a empty supply room. Himeko had listened to Asta via a advice on her hand, but Asta’s voice had only gotten more unclear with every second that had passed.

“We have lost communications” the red-head sighed.

“Are you thinking of going back? Let me remind you, that’s the Doomsday Beast, the Legion’s planet destroyer” Dan Heng’s stern voice cut through the atmosphere like a sharp knife. The Doomsday Beast? Cold sweat formed at your forehead at the thought of the space station getting turned to oblivion. Countless people would die.

“The space station is Herta’s creation. As long as a Lord Ravager doesn’t intervene, there should be no problem.”

“B-but we can’t just run away like this, right…?” March exclaimed.

Dan Heng hummed “The Doomsday Beast can rip off the defence shield like tearing paper- and Herta’s not here. The station’s defences are too weak to stand against the Antimatter Legion”. “Either way, the Legion has the blessing f the Aeon, Nanook. They came prepared and everyone here is not.”

“That’s why we have to leave and take Caelus with us” the Navigator nodded towards the grey haired man.

“Caelus?” Dan Heng raised his dark eyebrow in confusion. “He’s… That important?”

“He’s the one who can help us turn the tides… Of course, I may be wrong “.

“If you say so. Alright, what should we do next?” Dan Heng looked at you and March.

“Don’t look at me. I’m as clueless as Caelus” you sighed.

“This is the supply zone where the maintenance crew works. There’s a path here that leads to the nearest railway platform. Let’s head over there and meet up with Welt” the woman points to the door behind her with her thumb.

“Mr. Yang? Mr. Yang’s here too? Didn’t he stay on the Express?” March 7th titled her head. You had heard about Mr. Yang. He was a respected man, though he was not as well known as Himeko on the space station. Either way, you were curious to meet a man of his calibre.

“The Astral Express tracks our coordinates in real time.. And with such a huge change in the space station’s movements, there’s no way Mr. Yang wouldn’t have noticed” icy blue eyes met yours as he explained.

“Mhm! I can almost guarantee that your Mr. Yang us already on his way” Himeko sent you a playful blink. “Right now, we might be able to handle things if it’s just the Doomsday Beast” she rubbed a manicured hand over her chin in a thoughtful manner “But, if the Destruction’s Emanator were to appear…”

“I still feel that things won’t be going as planned…” Caelus spoke for the first time in several minutes.

“Let’s hurry up and get out of here. I’ll explain later” the red haired lady waved him off.

“Wait March!” Dan Heng screamed as the bug dragon-like beast flew outside the platform. It’s wings were massive and powerful, March shrinking in comparison. March leaped backwards and into you. You stilled her movements with your hands, lest she would fall on top of you. She mumbled a fast “sorry” as she regained her footing.

“The Doomsday Beast…” Himeko muttered with widen eyes. “It’s really here”.

“Get down here!” March had already pulled out her blue bow and were aiming straight at the beast.

The beast quickened its flapping and landed only a few meters in front of your group in a uncaring manner.

Quicker than you could think, Dan Heng pulled you away and behind him. “Seek cover!” he barked like a drill sergeant with no room for arguments.

You didn’t waste any time as you ran as fast your legs could carry you and hid behind a vending machine.

The beast roared and the sound waves almost made you lose your footing. Your ears hurt, but you paid it no mind. Worry filled your senses as you watched the others readying their weapons.

As the sounds of fighting filled the railway platform, you closed your eyes as you made yourself smaller. You prayed to whatever Aeon that might listen that they would remain unharmed. You had only known them for a bit, but you already cared for them.

A deafening roar rattled your bones as if they were fragile porcelain. You stuck your head out form behind the vending machine and your eyes widened at the sight of the beast aiming a powerful blast of energy in March’s direction. The others called her name which snapped her out of her frozen state. A grey flash moved in front her and shielded her from the lethal blow. The purple energy that came from the Doomsday Beast mixed together with the yellow light that somehow emitted from Caelus. A powerful blast of energy surged from the man, resulting in a powerful shockwave which knocked you down on your feet. You partially shielded your eyes with your forearm as you carefully peaked up again at the man. He was floated up in the air as if a powerful magnet were pulling him. The yellow energy had gotten brighter and the air was thick and buzzing. His agonising screams were louder than the hiss of his power. Breathing had become difficult as you tried to force the thick air down your lungs.

You blinked and when you opened your eyes, a grey clad man was floating alongside Caelus with a cane in his hand. Even from your distance, you could feel a creation power sweeping from the staff. The enigmatic man was calm as he firmly tapped Caelus on the head which resulted in the younger man falling down unconscious. His yellow energy had completely vanished and the air became breathable again. The brown haired man nonchalantly pushed of his glasses as if it was an everyday occurrence for him. He elegantly landed on his feet as Caelus fell down in March’s awaiting hands.

“Mr. Yang! Is he…?” March’s voice was trembling from concern and fear.

“He is okay now” the man responded with a gentle voice. “Let’s talk somewhere else”.

So that was Mr. Yang? you thought. He sure lived up to your expectations.

March and Dan Heng carried (Dan Heng did the heavy lifting, while March talked his ear off) Caelus to a safe spot where he could regain his senses. Himeko and Welt, with the help of some of the space station staff, secured the Doomsday Beast. Its temper had completely changed and it was as docile as a sleepy kitten.

After a short while, Dan Heng got back to you with a granola bar in hand. You rose from your seat on the bench you had found, and took the bar from his outstretched hand. “Thank you. But I didn’t even do anything? Aren’t there anyone more deserving of this than me?” your face were twisted into an awkward expression. Being a freeloader was awfully embarrassing, especially when the others had literally saved the life of everyone on the station.

“No, don’t worry. I bought this for you. So please take it” he smiled slightly.

You nodded as you unwrapped the plastic and took bite. It tasted slightly sweet of honey and blueberries.

“And don’t worry about “not doing anything”. You are a civilian and we wouldn’t expect you to know how to fight. The same goes for Caelus and it was a surprise for all of us how good he actually is at fighting. I’m…. I’m just glad that you are safe” the last part was just a mere whisper, but your ear still picked it up.

“Again, thank you. Without you I would be long gone” you truly were grateful. You really owed them your life.

“Don’t think about it. It’s the least I could do” he smiled before he blushed and quickly adverted his gaze.

Welt was standing beside the Express when you and Dan Heng found him. The tall man’s face lit up at the sight of you and he smiled. “I’m Welt Yang. It’s nice to meet you” he reached out his hand.

“I’m [Name]. It’s nice to met you as well” you shook his hand. His grip was firm, but not too firm.

“I have spoken with Himeko and she invites you to stay on the Express. If you want to, naturally”.

Your eyes widened. Stay on the Express? It sounded like a dream come true. “Oh wow… I hadn’t expected that. Well- I would need to resign from my job and all that. And I would need to bring my stuff- if that’s okay of course” you rambled as various thoughts poured through your mind at the speed of lightening.

“We can help you” his deep brown eyes were so comforting, you just stared into them for a moment before you came to your senses and looked away.

“I would appreciate that” you smiled. It wasn’t like you to suddenly take such huge decisions on the whim, but you were sick and tired of the space station. Your friend was nice, but that couldn’t be said for most of the other workers. The were mostly mean and arrogant and acted as if they were above you. You would probably regret leaving with the Express, but you would most likely never ever going to get another opportunity like that. It would be foolish of you to turn it down. Even so, a small voice was echoing in the back of your mind warning you for possible dangers. Being what you were made you vulnerable, that much you knew, but you weren’t going to let that stop you from perusing your dream of travelling across the stars.

“Alright, then. I would like to join the Express” you could already imagine all the adventures you would experience and it made your heartbeat quicken with joy and excitement.

Authors note: This was really fun to write!<3 I have had this idea in mind for months and after a good while I finally got around and wrote it down. I tried to get the dialogue as accurate as possible. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it:) I can’t wait to share the next chapter!

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cloudishmagma

2 years ago

WAAAA WELCME BACK I HOPE EVERYTHING WENT WELL

ALSO LMAOOO SETH IN GLUE

And peony and Seth sleeping together awwww

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Small doodle dump I did to give my brain a lil break from all the madness 🥲

Only 1 more week to go y'all... somebody pray for me 😭😭

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cloudishmagma

1 year ago

Cool