Hihi Beau!! :D O was wondering if I could request a fluff (with lil bit o angst) of Strong Spider x a protective reader? The big guy gets picked on often but doesn't put up much of a fight, reader- however, is more than willing to stick up for the gentle giant :]]
YO HEY of cOURSE, anything for you dude!
sosorry i couldn'tfind a gif for Strong Spider THEY NEED TO MAKE SOME
Referring to Strong Spider as Goliath in this one cause im pretty sure that might be his actual name hope thats okay? Anyways hope you enjoy its like, roughly 1.4k oneshot, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT
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GOLIATH X READER
Lego Monkie Kid
Context: Goliath. Large, intimidating, and mild-mannered. How could anyone pick on this sweet cinnamon bun? You're baffled as the events of today totally crush your assumptions, but you just have to make sure nothing gets taken personally.
TW: Language, mild injury
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"Where the hell are you two going?"
You flash Huntsman a warning glare as you stuff whatever you need in your bag; wallet, phone, license, the whole shebang. "Out. We're just going . . . out."
"Ha! The Queen ain't gonna be happy about you wanderin' off," Huntsman snickers, but he doesn't sound worried about what fate has in store for you. In fact, the cocky spider demon seems to enjoy the thought of you getting in trouble.
"It's not like I'd get anything productive done here with you nagigng."
"You can't get shit done anyways."
"Like hell!"
Loud, thunking footsteps reach your ears. Someone's been listening.
"Uh . . . guys? If Huntsman wants to come with us, (Y/N), I wouldn't mind," Goliath offers awkwardly, sending a trying smile your way.
Ah, well, your soul lifts at the sight of him.
"Nah, Huntsman would rather die."
Said asshole scoffs, an offended gurgle sounding in his throat. "I'm not goin' on some shitty field trip to the mall. Especially not with you goons."
"The feeling is mutual," you scoff, backing up a few steps.
He eyes you piercingly. "You're actually going? What if I tell the Queen, huh?"
"Go ahead!" You retort.
"Fine! Suffer!"
"Uh- actually, I wouldn't do that," Goliath pipes up, finger raised in objection. "We're just going shopping, Huntsman."
The assassin glares at the larger spider, to which you immediately bristle at. "Pfft, I never asked for your opinion, big guy. You just make sure they don't do anything stupid, otherwise the Queen will have my hide, because she always blames me for the shit you pull off," Huntsman growls, eyes flashing. "Got that?"
Goliath puffs a sigh. "Yeah, all right."
"Over my dead body," you mutter under your breath as the idiot stalks off. You're grateful none of Goliath's other spider friends are nearby, or they, too, would have something to say about your trip.
You're pissed at Huntsman for going off on Goliath as well, and you're irked that it might put a damper on your day.
Swiftly, you turn to face the giant. "So! Ready?"
"Oh! Yeah, guess so. . . ." He says bashfully, smiling and rubbing the back of his neck. Some of the anger fades at the look, and you're suddenly smiling like an idiot.
"You're adorable."
***
So you lied.
Ah, well. Huntsman doesn't deserve the truth, anyways.
You and Goliath actually had plans to visit the botanical gardens today, and the Spider Queen is well aware of this. Sure, you had to beg for your life as well as her permission, but it should be worth it.
Even if some things don't go as planned.
"Those are pretty," you say, pointing at a particular patch of lotus flowers resting atop a shiny pond. "And so cute!"
"Yeah, it's pretty small," Huntsman says, smiling distractedly.
You follow his gaze.
It appears that your beloved companion is watching a family in the distance. They're currently observing a large patch of garden work - they should be admiring the different colors and species flowing effortlessly together to create a parade of entertainment. But . . . no. It doesn't seem so.
The family keeps glancing Goliath's way.
That doesn't sit well with you. Especially with the looks they're giving the cinnamon roll; contempt, hate, judgement. Disgust, even.
It disgusts you.
Ever since spider demons were officially accepted into society (at the expense of a LOT of rules and plenty of legislations being passed, regarding the restriction of their taste for human flesh. Yeah, it still gives you anxiety just thinking about the paperwork), people have had nothing else to talk about. You notice that most of the topics centered around spider demons aren't very friendly.
To witness it in person as you catch the hushed mumbling, to see their hateful eyes pass over Goliath's large figure, well . . .
A fire is set ablaze in your chest.
You glance back at Goliath, eyes narrowing at his features. He won't look at you; instead, his eyes are dully fixed on the plants you two walk past. A small frown is plastered to his face.
One of the children suddenly speak up. "Mama, what's that??"
The mother quickly hushes the kid and ushers them away. "Don't worry about it. Just one of those monsters you read up in books. But don't worry, he's not-"
"Not what?"
The family promptly stops, all heads simultaneously turning. Your gaze is as cold as ice.
"Sorry?" The mother asks, looking uncomfortable.
Goliath suddenly lays a hand on your shoulder. You blink, head tilting so you can meet his eyes. His own are gentle, full of sadness and understanding. "We shouldn't cause a problem, (Y/N). Let's just go home."
Wha-
He wants to bail?
The fury you feel at the family's blatant disrespect cannot be compared to, cannot be put out.
But Goliath's large hand suddenly takes yours, his grip light as he tugs you away from the group across the pond. A light breeze blows past, disturbing the mother's hair which had been over her eyes.
You see the look on her face now. Disgust.
"Let's go visit a different section, honey," her significant other murmurs, pushing the stroller further down the path. "If you don't like the spider-"
"Yeah, let's go. Pray the universe sets that thing on fire, kay?"
Her partner snorts. "Oh?"
"Fucking monster. Why the hell did the government let them into society, anyways? It just sickens me."
You stare.
The world is suddenly a blur.
You're running. Clearing the pond in two quick leaps, water splashing all over your clothes, legs, and arms. The woman has no time to react. You raise your arms high, high over your head, and bring them down on her shoulders, forcing her to lose her balance and stumble.
Eyes wild and glaring, you brandish a haughty middle finger down at her; she merely looks back with an astonished expression, chest heaving.
"Fuck you," you snap. "Fuck you!"
She swallows, completely confused and yet - defeated. Victory.
Oh, wait.
You forgot to note her partner, who's the devil in disguise as they tap lightly on your shoulder. Fuck.
***
"That was so worth it."
Goliath casts his arms out. "No it wasn't - you were seriously hurt! Since when did that make attacking a stranger worth it??"
You roll your eyes fondly, keeping your head still as Syntax assess the damage done to your face. Both adults had done a number with their fists, but you'd made sure to give them a hell of a time (curses and fists galore).
Funny, Goliath was the one to keep the children away.
What lessons did they learn, hmm?
"Goliath, chill. I'm fine," you say, closing your eyes under Syntax's instructions. The scientist asked zero questions, knowing perfectly well he'd get all his answers through Goliath's frantic explanation.
"Sure," the gentle giant huffs, regarding you defeatedly. He still looks enormous despite sitting down at the edge of the couch.
You frown. "Aww, don't be like that."
"Oh - yeah. Okay. I just . . . why did you get so mad?" He wonders.
Syntax catches your eye and deadpans. "If I may offer a guess; they don't use their brain before acting out. I'm fairly certain you've got one hell of an impulsive human on your hands, Goliath."
You huff. "Thanks, tech nerd."
"Just doing my job."
"Passing biased judgement isn't your job and you know it. Anyways." You ignore Syntax's irritable glance and open your eyes to face your spider demon. Brow furrowing, you lock eyes with Goliath and sigh; "They said some pretty awful things about you. I'm surprised you didn't say anything, like, didn't that all make you feel mad?"
Goliath blinks patiently. "Oh, sure. I just handle things differently."
"Thank God," Syntax mutters.
Huffing, you push the scientist aside, having assumed you're all fixed up (not before getting a sour complaint from the tech savvy). Hopping off the couch, you join Goliath on the floor.
"I just want you to know that what they say doesn't matter. Never will. You're not a monster."
As Syntax exits the room, Goliath lowers his gaze and nods.
"I know."
Pausing, you take his hand in yours (you're unable to fit his in both of yours combined, but it's honestly adorable). Tracing fond patterns into the purple skin, you smile up at him. "Good. 'Cause you're amazing and they're all gonna see that one day."
"Ehh . . . I wouldn't bet on it," Goliath says awkwardly.
You wink mischievously. "Ha! You know it's too late for that, dude."
"What's too late?"
Both of you glance over to find Huntsman walking past with the Spider Queen hot on his tail. He doesn't look too happy (to be fair, he never does), and regards you with a judgmental glare.
You shrug. "Nothing. It doesn't apply to you."
Goliath takes a second to realize what you mean, and when he does, he stares in astonishment. "(Y/N)!"
"Whaaaat?"
The Spider Queen breaks into an amused smile, eyebrows lifting. "Oh, was that a jest? Pretty sure it just flew right over Huntsman's head."
You nod respectfully. "Ah. Pity."
She snorts a laugh, and you turn back to Goliath. Score.
Today's been just swell.
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