Oneshot stories| FireWeaver

Y/N AU | Halcón

I have literally never written a Y/N story before so this is gonna be new 😆 we'll see how this goes. Gonna do one version with Halcón x reader and a roulette x reader and then maybe next either Esme x reader or Miguel 🤭 Oo maybe a Gavin too. Comment and name drop who you want me to do next!

Enjoy!

'God why did I decide to go home at this hour?' You thought to yourself as you tucked your hands into your pant pockets, the only shield from the coarse air outside.

The street you walked down never ceased to give you the shivers even after years of taking the same route. It was creepy, the street lamps dim and flashing if the bulbs weren't out all together. It was hopeless that they'd ever fix it anytime soon, the city budget for this side of town had dwindled out a long time ago.

You were walking through east Brooklyn after work, having just gotten off the subway a few streets back. The sun would still be out to give you a bit of reassurance had this been a normal day, but your job had requested you work overtime. You were beginning to wonder if the extra pay check was worth walking home in the dark.

You jumped in your skin as you heard a metallic rattle echo down the alleyway beside you. You froze and frantically tried to decide if you should go back the opposite way or run past it, before a small cat leapt out behind the trash cans.

You released a heavy sigh of relief. Your imagination was getting the best of you again.

The cat eyed you while it walked against the wall, arching it's back no doubt to reach an itch it couldn't quite scratch. You approached it tentatively, clicking your tongue and outstretching your hand as you crouched low to the ground.

It was probably a poor idea to be approaching a stray, especially when it could be carrying rabies or fleas- but you were a sucker for animals and couldn't deny your love for felines.

It's nose booped the top of your hand and you chuckled. You had some leftover crackers from your lunch so you carefully opened the packet from your pocket, presenting the pieces in the palm of your hand to the shrewd cat. It looked young beneath all the dirt and grime caked to its fur, soot turning its ginger paws brown. It wasn't a kitten, so it was probably an adolescent.

"Poor thing, it's okay. Eat up." You murmured softly, letting it sniff the crackers before eating it with munches.

Your surroundings up to this point had been dimly illuminated by the vague yellow light behind you- but now you were shrouded in darkness. Chills ran up your spine. You had never felt such an ominous feeling before- only ever saw it described in stories of that weight of someone's eyes on your back. Of the air thickening with someone's presence, just inches away from behind you.

The cat who had been gleefully eating had now arched its back, the hair along its spine bristling as it flexed it's claws. It's yellow teeth glinted as it hissed, pupils dilated and the blacks reflecting the shadow behind you.

Slowly, you turned your head to look.

"What's a pretty chica like you doing out here so late?"

His voice was thick and smooth, a hint of a Spanish accent. His hair was combed back in dark satin brown. Even in the dark you could recognize the tan face of the annoying man who worked at the mechanic shop on this street. Andrés.

You'd known him for a couple months. You had a sort of mutual agreement with him to never speak when you walked by his shop- and yet always held eye contact for a solid five seconds before turning your heads away. He'd always somehow be right at the front of the garage at the exact time you walked by, and always go back inside as soon as you reached the end of the street. He never knew how often you'd look back to see if he was still there before you turned that corner.