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let’s do this one last time// peter parker imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Request: not requested, sorry about that. I have requests that are YEARS old so im sorry about that :(( but I hope you like it

so i understand throughout history that people of color were discriminated against but i included some of peter’s friends in specific periods

trigger warning: short instance of suicide

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circa 1000 BCE Greece

“You are far more beautiful than Aphrodite herself,” Peter mused, brushing Y/N’s hair behind her ear gently. Y/N giggled as she walked hand in hand with the man she loved, “I’m glad you think I’m more beautiful than your Aunt, Peter.”

He shook his head, watching his feet hit the ground, “she’s said to be the most beautiful woman in the universe. I would beg to differ.”

Y/N’s cheeks turned a deep red, biting her lip as she examined the jewels of a nearby shop. “You’re such an amazing man,” she unveiled, squeezing his hand. “Well, demigod, as my father would say,” he joked, looking up at the sky.

“Oh, please forgive me, son of Apollo. I did not mean any harm,” she dramatically exasperated. He smiled at the action, kissing her cheek. He enjoyed days like these, basking in the warmth of the sun, all thanks to his father, walking through Greece with the woman he loved. A mortal.

His mother, much like the love of his life, was a mortal who had fallen under the charisma and charm of one of the twelve Olympians. Peter enjoyed the mortal life, since it played a part in him meeting who he thought was his soulmate. But he could never run away from his godly powers. She was his world, and nothing would ever change that.

Y/N played with the leaves on one of the trees nearby. Peter thanked the merchant before walking a few steps towards his love, noticing something wrong as he watched her conflicted gaze. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist to spin her around.

“Herakles is going to free Prometheus, and I-I want to help,” she nervously fumbled with the cloth on his chest, avoiding his gaze. Peter shook his head, backing up slowly, “no. Y/N I won’t let you. Zeus, he won’t approve if he finds out.”

Y/N sighed, “that’s why he is not going to find out. I am not going to do anything drastic other than help him find a ship to get to Mount Caucus. That is all.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes slightly begging for him to say yes.

“I-I,” he wanted to respect her wishes, but he was afraid of what could happen, “that is all? Just the ship?” Y/N nodded her head at the question, playing the hair on the back of his neck.

“Please don’t get hurt,” he admitted, giving in. She smiled widely, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “I have to go meet him soon to lead him to the ship. I will be back before the sun sets today, so maybe we could meet where we always do?”

Peter nodded, kissing her forehead, “and I’ll be there, waiting.” Y/N smiled widely, excited.

Hours past after Y/N left with Peter waiting anxiously as his palms sweat with anticipation. He stood on the balcony of his abode, watching as the sun fell; Y/N nowhere in sight.

He waited until the moon held high above his beloved polis. He knew something was wrong, this feeling in his gut telling him so. While worrying about his beloved, Peter bolted to the only place he could think of that could possibly explain this.

“Zeus!” Peter shouted storming the gates of Olympus.

“Where is she? What did you do to her?!” Tears were running down his face, obviously distressed, knowing the answer that was most likely going to be revealed. Zeus stood, unamused and disinterested. “Prometheus created the mortals. Now, look at what they’ve become! They are monsters and all they do is kill each other.”

Peter clenched his fists, charging towards the man and pushing him into a wall. “Tell me where she is Zeus!” He shouted, his spit flying over the face of the center of Peter’s rage.

The old god pushed Peter away, and ultimately onto the floor, before he adjusted his clothes. “She was going to free Prometheus, so I sent her where all of the other souls go when they die; with Hades.”

“No,” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief, “you’re lying.” He stood up from the floor slowly, weak with the new-found information.

“Her father was an acquaintance of Prometheus. She enabled Herakles to gain a ship. I had to stop her, Peter. Soon enough, I will stop Herakles too,” Zeus reasoned, not feeling anything for the boy and his lost love.

“You’re suppose to be a God of justice. Is killing an innocent just?” Peter screamed, getting into the face of the God of Gods. Anger, rage, despair, and disappointment were laced across his features.

“I will not be disrespected by a descendant of mine, especially one that’s only a mere demigod,” Zeus’ voice sounded through the entire mountain of Olympus.

Peter, clearly distressed, decided to run as far away from the place as possible. He ran until his feet burned, until cuts formed, until his tears blurred his vision when he finally stopped, dropping to his knees in a field of flowers.

His tears didn’t stop, possibly worsening as he admired the field of flowers around him. “She adored these,” he spoke solemnly to himself, the tears pooring as if they were rain.

He sat on his knees, covering his face with his hands, the ones that she loved to hold. From his belt, Peter brought up a sharp blade. He rubbed the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand, steadying his breathing.

“We will meet again my love, under a new moon with new stars, we will meet again,” the man wept, holding the blade in his right hand. Shaking, he brought the blade up to his left forearm, making a swift gash into his velvet skin. He let out a gasp as the vivid red spewed from his veins and onto the flowers painting them red.

He let out a strangled sob as more and more tears fell, grabbing the blade with his left hand to repeat the same action on the other arm. A small, melancholic smile appeared on his lips, “see you soon, my beloved.”

Laughing bitterly in his own state of delirium from the blood loss, he laid onto the ground, laughs quickly turning to cries again then finally, into nothing as he closed his eyes for the last time. 1607 England

Y/N lied in a field on a brisk fall day wrapped in the embrace of the man she loved. “Peter,” she giggled into the English air as his lips attacked the entirety of her neck, his breath tickling her. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered in her ear, biting it playfully. She laughed, cupping his face with the both of her hands and bringing his face in front of hers. “You’ll be the death of me Peter Parker.” She leaned in, pressing her lips onto his as he held himself up on one hand with the other on her waist. He pulled away, piecing his thoughts together to plan what to say next. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with concern, brushing her hand on his jawline. He sighed, yet a hopeful look graced his eyes. “Hear me out,” he began, “what do you think about starting a whole new life together?” Y/N furrowed her brows, taken aback, “what do you mean, Peter?” He sat on the ground next to her, running a hand through his hair. “I love you so much Y/N,” he gushed as the girl beside him sat up. “I love you too,” she smiled softly, holding his hand in hers and looking deeply in his eyes to see the true sentiment. “Well, there’s talks about the new world, love,” he nervously spoke. She quirked a brow, intrigued by the topic. “We could go there and start on a clean slate.”

“W-Where would we go?” She questioned, her mind filled with the multitude of futures they could have together. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “there are so many places, but I’ve heard of Jamestown the most, or maybe Roanoke. People are fleeing from the King, so why can’t we? Your parents would never allow you to marry me. They don’t want their only daughter to marry a peasant’s son, so this is the perfect chance to start our lives.”

Y/N sat there, biting her lip and contemplating the idea. “You can take some of the money from your parents to pay for the tickets,” he spoke softly, looking at the skyline as the sun slowly fell.

“We can get married,” he grinned picturing their lives and nudging her, “and have children.” “Just you and me,” he whispered, squeezing her hand. She nodded her head slowly, “just you and me.” Peter smiled wide, “when do you want to set sail, darling?” He leaned in kissing all over her face. “As soon as possible. I want to get as far away from this place.” “Let’s do it then,” he mumbled, holding her in his arms yet again. (oMg ImAgInE PeTeR PaRkEr WiTh A BrItIsH aCcEnT) 1789 France “Y/N,” Peter shouted, running through the house with a huge smile on his face. “Today was a success! I was able to get enough money for food to give to the whole block. Our little ones don’t have to go to bed hungry tonight.” He held a hand on her waist, pulling her into a kiss.

“All I could muster is bread and apples,” he leaned back, taking the sack the he had on his back. “It’s all right love. You’re the city’s Robin Hood.” She smiled, rubbing a comforting hand on his forearm.

“Kids, your father’s home,” Y/N shouted through the small home. Before she knew it, the little children ran into the room, giggling the entire way there.

“How are my lovely little ducklings doing today?” He smiled brightly, bending down to meet their height. They wrapped their arms around Peter as he pressed them into his chest. Y/N exhaled, holding her dress as she crouched down. “They’ve been a handful today. Well, not really, but they kept asking me to tell them stories about you and your heroics,” Y/N swooned, enjoying the imagine of her little family.

“Well, you do what you can to help those in need, right kiddos?” The little boy and girl nodded their heads, still squished into their father’s chest. Peter smiled down at his children, kissing the tops of their heads. “You hungry?” He asked the pair as they cheered. Laughing he grabbed a couple of apples from his bag, handing them to his bundles of joy.

“Would you like an apple my love?” Peter stood as he watched his kids bite into the fruit. “Yes, I’d love one.” He tossed her the red fruit and watched her take a bite out of it. “Best apples in all of Paris,” she smiled, enjoying the sweetness. Peter chuckled, “probably some of the only apples in the city.” Y/N rolled her eyes, kissing her husband on the cheek before taking another bite.

This was their life. Trying to survive in a time of scarcity and tyranny caused by the King. It was hard since Peter was stealing from the richest men and women in all of France. He knew other people, much like his own family, needed food so he took it from the rich. At first, he felt bad for doing this, as it was a crime, but the more he kept doing it and seeing the smiles on his neighbors faces, he couldn’t let them down. It’s what he had to do to help his family and other survive in the troubled times.

But things quickly turned from bad to worse for Peter. He ran through the streets as he was being chased by the police. Running was the only thing on his mind, he couldn’t get caught, he shouldn’t have been so careless, but it was only a matter of time before this had happened.

“Y/N!” Peter shouted, bolting through the place he called home. She quickly walked towards the sound of her worried husband, concern lacing her features.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” She cupped his face with both of her hands as he dropped his bag. “I-I messed up. I got cocky and- and I got caught.” Tears fell down his face at the realization of what was to happen. Y/N’s eyes widened, pulling him into a tight hug, never wanting to let him go.

She shook her head, “Peter it’ll be alright.” It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him. “No, it won’t be!” He shouted his features suddenly harsh. He saw the look in Y/N’s eyes; fear, as she backed away.

“I don’t want to leave you Y/N,” he whispered, leaning his head on hers, “but I think we both know what’s going to happen,” he spoke solemnly. “Where are the children?” She bit her lip, tears escaping her eyes, “in their room upstairs.”

Before he left, he pressed a quick yet passionate kiss onto her lips as their tears fell on each other’s delicate skin. Peter ran up those stairs, wanting to embrace his children for the last time.

“Hi lovies,” he greeted, obviously distressed as his children were oblivious to the situation. They sat there, playing with their dolls, smiling brightly up at their father. Peter walked towards them, crouching down to their level. “Listen, daddy’s going to be away for a while. I don’t know when you’ll see me next,” his eyes filling up with more tears at the thought of them growing up without him, ”but I love you both, so so much.”

The tears continued to fall as he pulled his children towards him. “What’s happening?” The little boy questioned into his father’s chest. Y/N stood in the doorway, watching the solemn interaction that her family was forced to go through. A loud banging interrupting their goodbye.

Peter turned to look at Y/N, tears welling up in his eyes. He sighed, standing up and walking towards the room’s exit, “it’s them.” He looked down at his shoes, biting his lip.

“I love you both, so much,” he spoke as the banging and shouting continued. The kids knew that something bad was happening, chorusing ‘I love you’s’ and immediate questioning him. But he didn’t have time to answer.

Peter walked downstairs with Y/N quickly following his footsteps. Peter pressed his head against the door, letting in a slow deep breath. Opening the door, he was bombarded with shouting as men grabbed him from his home. Y/N stood in shock, hands covering her mouth as if to hold her sobs in.

All she heard was white noise as she watched their mouths move with no words escaping them. “Y/N,” Peter spoke loudly, getting her out of whatever trance she was in. “I love you, so much. I’m so sorry,” he cried, his hands being held together with tight rope.

“W-Where are you taking him? Where is he going?” Y/N pressed the policemen, getting closer to them but only being held back. “The Bastille with all of the other criminals,” one of them responded. It felt like she had lost her breath. The rumors of that place made it sound so horrible; it isn’t the lace for Peter Parker.

“No,” she whispered as she watched them drag her husband away from the house. “I love you,” she shouted as they moved onto the street and away from her sight.

1941 New York

Peter sat on the hood of his car in front of the school, grabbing Y/N by her hips to sit her on top of his lap. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss his lips. “Don’t flip your wig, Parker,” MJ spoke as she approached the two teenagers. The bell rang, indicating that class was about to start. “Come on, I gotta run by my locker,” she stood up, taking his hand and dragging him away. He chuckled, “alright, alright. I’ll catch up with you. My bag is still in the car.” Y/N nodded her head, kissing his cheek and quickly walking inside. MJ sighed, walking next to the boy who had just opened his car door. “Have you told her?” She interrogated. Peter slammed the door shut, looking at her puzzled. “Told her what?” He questioned innocently, genuinely confused. MJ looked down at her shoes uncomfortably as she fiddled with the edge of her school dress, “about the war.” His eyes went wide, looking around him to make sure no one he knew heard. He shook his head, getting close to her to express his thoughts, “keep your voice down.” They stood quietly, awkwardness filling the air around them. “You have to tell her,” MJ looked into his eyes, stance not wavering with the statement. He nodded, looking everywhere but at her. “Let’s just go to class,” he mumbled, his mood dramatically shifted.

Being around Y/N automatically made him feel better. They’d share looks during class, her smile widening whenever he caught her staring. He’d smirk and tap his pencil on the wooden desk, shaking his head and diverting his attention back to the teacher, but the thoughts of the war were looming over his head.

He didn’t know what to do. His whole life practically flashed before his eyes as he shut the passenger side door of the car that his girlfriend was now in. He tortuously walked to the driver’s side of the vehicle, opening the door to get inside. He sighed as he slammed the door shut watching Y/N fiddle with the ends of her dress.

“Peter, are you alright? You’ve been acting odd since this morning. I-I’m kind of worried,” Y/N wasn’t great at expressing her feelings as she looked at her lap fiddling with her thumbs.

Peter didn’t want to look at her. He wanted to pretend like none of this was going to happen. He just wanted to be a normal teenager for crying out loud.

But he knew this conversation was inevitable as there was nothing he could do to prevent any of this.

“There’s something I gotta to tell you doll,” Peter spoke nervously with his hands still, planted on the steering wheel. “They’re sending me away,” he closed his eyes at the sudden confession, wanting to open them and find out that this was all a dream. She scrunched her brows, examining his features to try and figure out what he meant, “w-what are you on about?” He let out a breath, lowering his hands from the wheel and slowly opening his eyes to look at her, “I got drafted.” Tears filled his eyes as he watched her face fill with understanding. “I’m going across the fucking world,” he chuckled dryly feeling the water cascade down his face, “to fight in the stupid fucking war!” He shouted this now hitting the wheel in pure frustration, mad at the world and his terrible luck.

Y/N’s eyes widened at his outburst, still in disbelief. “W-What? What about school? What about college? W-We were supposed to graduate together, go to the same college, have these perfect lives together.” Her own eyes began to water, feeling bad for him and the things they’d both miss out on together. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, leaning into her shoulder. She grabbed his hand with her own. The other hand brushed the tears off his face with her featherlike touch as similar droplets left her own eyes.

“Mark my words doll,” he sniffled leaning back and admiring her now red eyes, “when I get back, you’ll be walking down the aisle.” He sat up, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand.

“And you’ll wear a big poofy dress,” he smiled, images of better days displayed in his mind. “And you’ll have a big diamond ring. You’ll be able to see your reflection in it.” Y/N beamed, her tears quickly drying up.

“And we’ll be okay.”

2016 New York (alright guys, let’s do this one last time)

“Yeah, ma I know,” Y/N spoke into the phone that was pressed between her ear and shoulder with both of her hands pilled with groceries. “I picked up some stuff from the store after school so you don’t gotta worry about that after work.”

“Love you too, see ya when you get home,” Y/N bid her farewells, hearing the sound in her ear that her mother hung up. “Shit,” she whispered as she realized she couldn’t get her keys or her phone from their respected spots.

She stopped in front of her apartment door, pausing to mull over her options. She sighed, stepping back while she simultaneously bumped into someone. “Oh god,” Y/N exclaimed as the bags in her hands fell to the ground. She heard something bang on the floor, noticing that it was too heavy for it to be hers.

The person behind her steadied her by holding her waist to make sure she wouldn’t fall, “woah.”

“I’m so sorry” Y/N profoundly apologized with wide eyes as she turned around to face a very, very attractive boy her age.

“Don’t worry about it, happens to the best of us” he smiled, bending down to pick up the objects. Y/N did the same, picking up a few textbooks. He looked at the food on the ground, picking up what he could as the brown bag holding the goods was now ripped.

“Thank you,” they both said in unison, blushes appearing on both of their faces.

She looked up at him as the both of them stood up, “H-have we met before?” Peter shook his head, “I don’t think so.” Y/N smiled at his nervousness, finding it quite adorable but also relieved as she felt the same way.

“I’m Peter by the way. I live right down the hall.” He pointed down the corridor, at no door in particular.

“Y/N,“ she smiled, thinking that she might actually have a chance with this guy.

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