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[#009] You'll Always be the One that Got Away (Original)
Theme Prompt: #009 – Missed the Mark
Title: You’ll Always be the One that Got Away
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 998
Summary: Walter is supposed to be on a date right now.
Walter is supposed to be on a date right now.
He knew that there were risks, when your boyfriend happens to be one of magic’s guardians, destined to fight monsters when they appeared, but he had hoped that Aaron could take a break. Still, his boyfriend is a paladin and a cop. It’s a twofer of sexy protective energy and Walter was doomed from the start.
“When was the last time you hunted an arachne?” he asks as they weave their way back into the parking lot, and Aaron looks up like he’s a little embarrassed.
“Uh … never.”
“Never?” Walter blinks in response. “You said you’ve been monster hunting since you were old enough to hold a rifle.”
“Not wrong,” Aaron sighs. “But I was a monster hunter in Miami. We mostly wound up with manticores and minatours, maybe the occasional kelpie. Arachne didn’t really get a lot of play.”
Monsters aren’t born monsters – they’re more the complicated combinations of people with really strong personal failings or unfortunate histories and powerful magical ley lines. Unfortunately, there’s no way to turn them back – or maybe that is fortunate. Once the monster takes over and they start to succumb to the nature of the creature itself, it’s hard to wrestle with the consequences. Sometimes it’s better not living with that kind of guilt.
Or at least that’s easier to consider in the case of creatures like arachne. They feed their pride to the point of hubris, making choices that better their own self-worth at the expense of everyone else. Sometimes there’s a fashion component involved, in line with the traditional myth, but in most instances it’s a karmic retribution that turns them into killing machines.
Walter points towards the machete stashed in Aaron’s trunk. “Give me that.” Aaron had been about to hand over a glock and squints at him in confusion. “I’m a Pendragon. They expect me to wield Excalibur, remember? And it’s better if you go for the legs first.” Aaron shrugs, before dropping the gun back in and reaching for the machete instead.
“Then knock yourself out.”
Walter takes the leather clad scabbard from him. “I think I saw it heading towards the fun house.”
Aaron nods, and turns to head back into the park, a few steps ahead of Walter. Each step is made with purpose, as though this is an arena he’s comfortable in, despite the fact that he’s never fought this kind of monster before. Walter’s never spent much time around paladins, and in a lot of ways it’s like being on the back corner of the superhero slow-mo walk. And in others, it’s a lot of being terrified because this monster could kill them. It’s the part of the superhero movie that they don’t really show and he doesn’t like it.
At all.
Aaron flashes his badge at the guy running the ride. Walter, on the other hand, takes a step back and looks up – spiders like to climb, so there’s no reason it couldn’t have gone up as well as through. He doesn’t see the black bodied beast at first against the night sky, but he does pick up on the dark blue magical aura that covered most creatures as its large, bulbous body crawls over the top and disappears between the metal structures of the house and into the dark cavern within.
“Aaron,” is all he says as he makes his way past, and Aaron glances over and up, before nodding and following. When he places a hand on Walter’s shoulder and opens his mouth to speak, Walter brings a finger to his lips.
“Web,” he whispers, pointing to the spindly bits of silk above them. “Transmits vibration.”
Aaron nods again, before raising his gun as he takes the lead. At first there’s nothing, just long dark tunnels. Then the room opens up into the bright, fractured light of the hall of mirrors. Minutes pass and it’s just them staring at their reflections, but when they round a corner, the eight eyed gaze of the arachne appears. Aaron immediately brings up his gun to shoot, but it’s all wrong.
“No wait, that’s a –”
The mirror shatters with the bullets and the spider disappears as pieces of polished metal fall to the floor. Without even thinking, his hand lands on Aaron’s shoulder, pushing him out of the way as he’s also forced to the side dropping him to the ground as the spider came to bear on top of him. He hears the clatter of Aaron’s gun skittering away from him. One hand shoots up to push the spider upward, keeping those fangs away from his face while the other tries to flip the leather strap on the machete in his opposite hand.
“Walter!” Aaron’s voice seems far away and he’s losing ground with the spider, but he manages to get enough leverage to give it a hard shove up into the ceiling, followed by the thunk! of pieces of shattered mirror getting lodged in it’s thorax like ninja stars. He finally unsheathes the machete, drawing the blade up and stabbing through the abdomen and dragging towards the head. Thick, gooey spider bits rain down on him, and before the corpse can collapse down on top of him, Aaron’s hands are under his arms, yanking him backwards and out of harm’s way. Walter collapses back against his boyfriend’s chest and glances up at him with a small smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Isn’t it supposed to be me shoving you out of the way, Mr. Badass?”
Walter smirks. “Can’t have you showing off all the time.” His boyfriend laughs and he continues. “I would kiss you for pulling me out from under there, but I’m pretty gross right now.”
Aaron nods. “I know it’s not the ideal romantic evening, but I could still take you home and clean you up. See what happens from there.
Walter considers, before smirking. “Well, when you put it like that, who am I to say no?”
Title: You’ll Always be the One that Got Away
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 998
Summary: Walter is supposed to be on a date right now.
Walter is supposed to be on a date right now.
He knew that there were risks, when your boyfriend happens to be one of magic’s guardians, destined to fight monsters when they appeared, but he had hoped that Aaron could take a break. Still, his boyfriend is a paladin and a cop. It’s a twofer of sexy protective energy and Walter was doomed from the start.
“When was the last time you hunted an arachne?” he asks as they weave their way back into the parking lot, and Aaron looks up like he’s a little embarrassed.
“Uh … never.”
“Never?” Walter blinks in response. “You said you’ve been monster hunting since you were old enough to hold a rifle.”
“Not wrong,” Aaron sighs. “But I was a monster hunter in Miami. We mostly wound up with manticores and minatours, maybe the occasional kelpie. Arachne didn’t really get a lot of play.”
Monsters aren’t born monsters – they’re more the complicated combinations of people with really strong personal failings or unfortunate histories and powerful magical ley lines. Unfortunately, there’s no way to turn them back – or maybe that is fortunate. Once the monster takes over and they start to succumb to the nature of the creature itself, it’s hard to wrestle with the consequences. Sometimes it’s better not living with that kind of guilt.
Or at least that’s easier to consider in the case of creatures like arachne. They feed their pride to the point of hubris, making choices that better their own self-worth at the expense of everyone else. Sometimes there’s a fashion component involved, in line with the traditional myth, but in most instances it’s a karmic retribution that turns them into killing machines.
Walter points towards the machete stashed in Aaron’s trunk. “Give me that.” Aaron had been about to hand over a glock and squints at him in confusion. “I’m a Pendragon. They expect me to wield Excalibur, remember? And it’s better if you go for the legs first.” Aaron shrugs, before dropping the gun back in and reaching for the machete instead.
“Then knock yourself out.”
Walter takes the leather clad scabbard from him. “I think I saw it heading towards the fun house.”
Aaron nods, and turns to head back into the park, a few steps ahead of Walter. Each step is made with purpose, as though this is an arena he’s comfortable in, despite the fact that he’s never fought this kind of monster before. Walter’s never spent much time around paladins, and in a lot of ways it’s like being on the back corner of the superhero slow-mo walk. And in others, it’s a lot of being terrified because this monster could kill them. It’s the part of the superhero movie that they don’t really show and he doesn’t like it.
At all.
Aaron flashes his badge at the guy running the ride. Walter, on the other hand, takes a step back and looks up – spiders like to climb, so there’s no reason it couldn’t have gone up as well as through. He doesn’t see the black bodied beast at first against the night sky, but he does pick up on the dark blue magical aura that covered most creatures as its large, bulbous body crawls over the top and disappears between the metal structures of the house and into the dark cavern within.
“Aaron,” is all he says as he makes his way past, and Aaron glances over and up, before nodding and following. When he places a hand on Walter’s shoulder and opens his mouth to speak, Walter brings a finger to his lips.
“Web,” he whispers, pointing to the spindly bits of silk above them. “Transmits vibration.”
Aaron nods again, before raising his gun as he takes the lead. At first there’s nothing, just long dark tunnels. Then the room opens up into the bright, fractured light of the hall of mirrors. Minutes pass and it’s just them staring at their reflections, but when they round a corner, the eight eyed gaze of the arachne appears. Aaron immediately brings up his gun to shoot, but it’s all wrong.
“No wait, that’s a –”
The mirror shatters with the bullets and the spider disappears as pieces of polished metal fall to the floor. Without even thinking, his hand lands on Aaron’s shoulder, pushing him out of the way as he’s also forced to the side dropping him to the ground as the spider came to bear on top of him. He hears the clatter of Aaron’s gun skittering away from him. One hand shoots up to push the spider upward, keeping those fangs away from his face while the other tries to flip the leather strap on the machete in his opposite hand.
“Walter!” Aaron’s voice seems far away and he’s losing ground with the spider, but he manages to get enough leverage to give it a hard shove up into the ceiling, followed by the thunk! of pieces of shattered mirror getting lodged in it’s thorax like ninja stars. He finally unsheathes the machete, drawing the blade up and stabbing through the abdomen and dragging towards the head. Thick, gooey spider bits rain down on him, and before the corpse can collapse down on top of him, Aaron’s hands are under his arms, yanking him backwards and out of harm’s way. Walter collapses back against his boyfriend’s chest and glances up at him with a small smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Isn’t it supposed to be me shoving you out of the way, Mr. Badass?”
Walter smirks. “Can’t have you showing off all the time.” His boyfriend laughs and he continues. “I would kiss you for pulling me out from under there, but I’m pretty gross right now.”
Aaron nods. “I know it’s not the ideal romantic evening, but I could still take you home and clean you up. See what happens from there.
Walter considers, before smirking. “Well, when you put it like that, who am I to say no?”