#1950s modern fusion au
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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 31
Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.
Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.
It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.
Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best, Borrowing Characters
Author's Note: I cannot overstate how self-indulgent the writing of this chapter has been. I absolutely adore it and I hope you do, as well!
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Chapter 31
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The flight from New Amsterdam to California would take fourteen hours. When booking, Stephen had paid for one of the airship's coveted private cabins, wanting both the convenience and to ensure Peter would have fond memories of his first time on one of the zeppelins he was so interested in.
Peter's excitement over finally getting to ride in a zeppelin had been apparent all week. He was less excited about the need to wake up at three in the morning so they could make it to the hangar in Upper York and fly out at five in the morning. Even with Stephen making sure the Buick was loaded the night before, there was still a feeling of being rushed which neither of them enjoyed.
"You are insufferable when you're cranky from lack of sleep," Stephen told him while driving.
"I've been told," Peter said through a yawn. "Sorry about that. My Aunt May hated trying to wake me up."
"When we board, the flight staff will have their safety presentation that we'll have to sit through. Then, you'll have the chance to sleep in the cabin once we're airborne and stable." He'd sat through the safety lecture many times.
"And you'll make sure I don't sleep the whole time?"
"It's a fourteen hour flight; you'll be awake for the majority of it, I promise."
Peter nodded and dozed off with his head against the window.
He roused Peter once they pulled into the parking garage for the hangar and they made their way to the security checkpoint where their tickets and identification was checked. The attendant at the counter frowned at him when he provided Peter's identification but passed them through.
"What was that about?" Peter asked.
Ah. Peter had noticed.
"I believe she took exception with the fact that your identification was issued by the Bureau and that I'm a selecting spouse."
That had Peter offering up a frown of his own. "Well, that's just dumb," he said. "Lots of people have BCSS marriages."
Was he reading too much into Peter's words? Or was Peter just still grumpy from lack of sleep?
"Luckily a sour expression was all we had to deal with," he soothed. "And her sour expression is basically a smile compared to the charge nurse at Sanctum General's ER."
Peter grinned. "You've made Nurse Temple angry before, haven't you?"
"Only once. It wasn't on purpose, and I've learned to tread carefully since," he admitted. He'd rather swallow rocks than risk incurring Nurse Temple's wrath again. Her ire had not been fun to be the recipient of and she had a stressful enough job as it was.
"Aw, he's human just like the rest of us!"
"You're such a brat."
Tired as he was, Peter looked around the bustling hangar - one of eight on the edge of Upper York - with interest. He'd been here once before, but he'd been too excited about meeting Tony Stark! to pay much attention in and around the massive structure. The zeppelin he and Stephen would be flying out on was the third ship to leave the assigned hangar that morning. There was a fourth airship behind them.
Peter knew zeppelins were so much larger than many realized, but seeing the size of the passenger gondola and how it was dwarfed by the sheer size of the envelope of the ship was truly awe-inspiring. Obviously the airship was huge - the hangars were each thirty stories tall and three football pitches wide, after all - but seeing it in-person was a whole new experience. Even the mobile mooring masts that steered the zeppelins in and out of the hangars were impressive.
"This is the Cessna LTA 2-4026 model," he rattled off while they stood waiting to board. "It was officially approved to fly two years ago and so far there are thirteen hundred all over the globe, and they make up thirty percent of the zeppelins flying today."
Stephen listened patiently as they progressed through the line and up the ramp. He handed the attendant the top copy of their tickets, reserving the canary and pink copies for the lunch check during the flight and luggage retrieval once they arrived in New Angeles. Peter's excitement at something as mundane as air travel was enjoyable to witness. He himself had flown multiple times and did fine the science and grandeur of it interesting, but Peter's enthusiasm lent a new view of it all, somehow. He also found it adorable that Peter kept yawning through his recitations.
They were escorted to their cabin where they stowed their carry-ons. Stephen locked the cabin and slipped the key in the interior pocket of his blazer. Then he and Peter took two of the unassigned seats. Peter looked around, taking in every detail he could. Stephen could see him practically vibrating with the desire to move over to the side of the gondola where the windows provided a currently unimpressive view.
"You can go look once we're in the air and the flight staff have given us leave to move around."
In less than half an hour, everyone had boarded and took their seats.
A voice came on over the speakers.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Captain Seagrum and assisting me on this fourteen hour flight to New Angeles, California is Captain Ayers. We're in the process of completing our pre-flight checks and will start our steering out of the hangar once given the green light by Hangar Control. In the meantime, our dedicated flight staff will brief you on the safety procedures of this airship."
The flight staff ran through their presentation and while many of the passengers had obviously heard it before, Peter made sure to pay attention. Logically he knew where was an almost zero percent chance of a water landing, but surely knowing what would be expected was better than not knowing. What if they were forced to land on a lake and it was up to him to save everyone?
Captain Seagrum came back on the speakers after the fight staff finished. "We've been given the green light so please remain seated as we steer out of the hangar and begin our ascent."
Slowly, the zeppelin began moving through the hangar until they were steered outside where the sun was beginning to rise, painting the horizon orange and pink. There was a pause wherein Peter assumed the hangar ground crew were detaching the mooring mast and then there was the curious and gentle sensation of the ship rising.
"We are beginning our ascent, and we expect to cruise at an altitude of approximately three thousand meters."
Peter leaned into Stephen. "Cessna is currently doing research and development into pressurized gondolas. The thought is that that pressurizing will allow the zeppelins to reach higher altitudes. But if they do, they'll have to address making the shell and envelope of the ship stronger." Then he yawned, causing Stephen to chuckle.
"Looks like you'll be going down for a nap shortly," Stephen told him. When Peter opened his mouth to complain, Stephen cut him off. "You'll be awake for plenty of this flight and I'm not going to listen to you struggling to stay awake when you'll have a comfortable place to rest."
"Can I at least look out the promenade windows first?"
"Yes, of course."
The all-clear to move around the gondola was given and Peter fairly launched himself out of his seat and over to the starboard promenade area. Stephen joined him at much more dignified pace, though he enjoyed seeing Peter so excited. Peter looked out one of the floor to ceiling windows, taking in the view of what was turning out to be a magnificent New Amsterdam morning in late spring.
Stephen let Peter take in the view for a few minutes before he tried to stifle a large yawn. "Okay, to the cabin with you."
He guided Peter to their private cabin and unlocked the door.
The cabin itself held a queen bed, a small built in chest of drawers, and an armchair. There were also windows with retracting shades.
"Are you going to stay here?" Peter asked after removing his shoes, his blazer, and tie. He started unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.
"Would like for me to stay?" Stephen asked. "And if your answer is dependent on whether or not I intend the ravish you at three thousand meters, the answer is no. The soundproofing of these cabins is quite lacking, I'm afraid. I'd rather keep your delightful noises to myself."
Peter blushed but nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense. In our home is one thing, but in a public zeppelin is another."
"Precisely."
"Isn't there a dining lounge a level down?" Peter asked.
"There is."
"You should have breakfast, then," he said. "It'll be seven before long."
"Alright. I'll lock the door behind me; no one should bother you. Get some sleep and I'll wake you up in time for luncheon."
He waited until Peter drifted off and then left, doing as he said and locking the door behind him. He didn't linger in the dining lounge, content to eat a bagel with cream cheese and lox - Peter was on to something there - a small bowl of cut fruit, and wash down breakfast with a cup of coffee. His fellow passengers were even less inclined to talk at the early hour than he was so luckily, no one approached.
There wasn't much else to do but content himself with one of the books he'd brought. He chose a seat on the port side promenade and started reading. It was a medical murder thriller - one highly recommended by Clea he'd agreed to try. He found himself enjoying it tremendously, even if the man in charge of solving the gruesome and convoluted murder was no Rex Gladstone. He could even appreciate that author had clearly done her research; the doctors, nurses, and medical examiner she'd written knew their stuff. Probably an hour later, one of the flight staff pushed her cart through the promenade and Stephen accepted the offer of a cherry fizzy water and a small bag of crisps before turning his attention back to the book. He needed to know if he'd correctly guessed who the killer was and their motive.
(He was right.)
He started on another book and was half-way through it when he noticed that some of the other passengers were leaving the promenade. He checked his watch and saw that it was almost time to wake Peter.
His young husband was curled up on the bed, chest rising and falling softly. He looked so peaceful that Stephen almost hated to wake him up. However, Peter needed to eat and letting him get too much sleep before acclimating to a new time zone once they reached California would only lead to his husband being cranky, which Stephen had no desire to deal with.
He shook Peter awake gently. "Peter, it's time to wake up."
Peter's eyes fluttered open and he stretched. "It's time already?"
"They'll start serving luncheon in about thirty minutes."
Peter nodded and sat up. "There should be food I'll be able to eat, right?"
"Yes, I informed the ship line when I bought our tickets. Your canary copy has your dietary note on it."
"Oh! Great!" He started to re-button his cuffs and the top three of his shirt. He took the tie Stephen handed him and pulled it tighter after slipping it around his neck. His shoes were next and then he shrugged into the light-weight blazer. "Will I do?"
"I'll be the envy of many, for sure," Stephen said with a smile.
Peter's cheeks went pink.
"Come, I don't believe in being fashionably late."
Peter barely resisted pinching himself over the course of luncheon. He couldn't believe that he, Peter Strange, poor guy from Midtown, was actually eating a fancy luncheon on a zeppelin! He always imagined that if he ever got to take a ride on one, it would be one of the smaller commercial zeppelins, where seats were assigned and passengers only served a small snack and refreshment.
Instead he sat across from Stephen enjoying a bowl of hot tomato basil soup with a perfectly cooked grilled cheese on sourdough. There was also a bowl of fruit and his favorite brand of lemon fizzy water. Stephen's lunch was an arugula salad topped with radishes, cherry tomatoes, pine nuts, feta cheese, a balsamic vinaigrette, and sliced steak cooked to a medium rare. He forewent the offered fizzy water and instead had a glass of red wine.
"Is it good?" he asked Stephen.
"It is. Yours?"
"Oh, it's wonderful," Peter assured him. "Simple can be good." It was simple, yes, but the soup was flavorful and the grilled cheese had a delightful mix of cheeses that elevated it far above what he himself would usually make.
"How was your nap?"
"The bed is far more comfortable than I thought it would be," Peter said. "What did you end up doing?"
Stephen wiped his mouth and smiled. "I sat on the promenade and read. I finished the copy of A Hush at Stillsong General Clea loaned me and started Mutiny of the Spaceborn."
"No wild parties, then?"
"No wild parties."
"What did you think of Stillsong?" Peter asked eagerly.
"It was a good read," Stephen admitted. "I can always appreciate when an author does their research and the medical aspect was handled very well."
"Did you guess who the killer was?"
"And the motive," Stephen confirmed. "It was a good read; I enjoyed it."
One of the staff wheeled over a dessert cart and they each selected what they preferred. Stephen chose a warm apple crumble tart and Peter, knowing he was being quite predictable, chose a chocolate pudding parfait.
"I knew that's what you'd pick," Stephen teased after the young man wheeling the cart moved on.
"I've always had a weakness for chocolate," Peter said simply, digging into his parfait.
The view from the promenade was spectacular and Stephen glanced from his book to the windows every now and again. Peter had finally settled down with a book of his own - another gruesome murder mystery loaned to him by Clea. It was an enjoyable afternoon and he spent as much time people-watching as he did reading and looking out of the floor to ceiling windows.
"What time will it be when we arrive in Malibu?" he asked Stephen when they returned to the dining lounge for supper.
Stephen checked his watch and presumably did some quick math in his head. "It will be around four pm because of the time difference. We'll most likely arrive at the mansion around five-thirty."
Peter shook his head. "Time zones are so weird."
Stephen chuckled. "They are and they have confounded and exhausted many a traveler. Our mobiles will update when we land so we'll be oriented."
"Is Tony picking us up from the hangar?"
"He's sending a car service," Stephen said. "Given her delicate condition he's hesitant to leave Sharon alone at home and he's even less inclined to let her leave their mansion."
"No wonder she sounded so annoyed when I spoke with her the other day," Peter said. "She kept muttering about how she was going to slip a sleeping tonic into his drink so she could get some peace and quiet."
Stephen laughed harder.
"You don't sound very sympathetic to her plight," Peter chided playfully.
"Hey, I tried to warn her off when they first met," Stephen said, still laughing.
"I'm glad they found each other," Peter said. "I know I never met them before they got married, but they just seem to work, you know?"
Stephen nodded. "I do. I had my reservations, but now I can't imagine either of them with someone else. True happiness like theirs is rare."
They continued reading, only stopping when yet another of the flight staff wheeled a cart in with fizzy waters, bottled sodas, and a selection of light snacks.
"I could get used to this," Peter commented as he enjoyed a lemon fizzy water and small plate of apple slices with peanut butter.
"I don't know," Stephen said. "I find myself missing the snacks you packed for me the last time I flew."
It was absurd, but Peter was ridiculously pleased to hear it.
The descent to the New Angeles International Hangar was smooth and Peter hardly felt the airship connect with the mobile mooring mast that begin to steer it into the awaiting hangar - one of twelve!
Stephen didn't seem to be in any rush to disembark, guiding Peter back to their cabin to collect their things and ensure they had their pink tickets for the luggage claim. Peter gave the zeppelin one last look around before following Stephen and joining the throng of people in the arrivals bay.
"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" Stephen asked once they claimed their luggage and went to the passenger pick up bay.
"It was!" Peter assured him. "It was perfect! Even if I did have to nap for part of it."
There was a chauffeur waiting with a small sign that read 'Strange'. Stephen confirmed with the man that he was indeed employed by Stark Industries and showed his own identification. Peter didn't see why the man had to store their luggage in the trunk of the gleaming Cadillac, but followed Stephen's lead. Stephen helped him into the back of the car and then joined him.
"How long of a drive is it?" Peter asked.
The chauffeur, Klaus, answered before Stephen could. "It will be around an hour," he said. "We'll use the pooling lane to avoid most of the outgoing rush hour traffic."
While Stephen and Klaus made light conversation, Peter spent the ride leaning against Stephen, content with the easy-listening radio station Klaus had happily turned on. It had been such a long day and he was looking forward to going to bed later that evening almost as much as he was looking forward to seeing Sharon and Tony again.
"Not much longer," Stephen assured him quietly. "We'll visit, have dinner, visit some more, and then I'll take you to bed."
Peter eyed him. "Planning on returning the favor from their last visit?"
Stephen smirked. "Oh, you have no idea."
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#couldntbedamned fic#spiderstrange#spideystrange#stephen strange x peter parker#peter parker x stephen strange#1950s modern fusion au#1950s au#read the tags and warnings#no seriously read them#peter parker#stephen strange
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✪ Pink Pearl by jellowrites [16,3k words]
merfolk!au, tentacles, minor character death || explicit🔞
#kpop fanfic#kpop fanfiction#stray kids fanfiction#stray kids fanfic#kpop ao3#han fanfic#jisung fanfic#minsung fan
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any new historical AUs? anything from the 1150s to the 1950s works for me lol
Hi Nonny!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sadly I haven’t read as many historical fics as I would have liked to, unless you count the TAB/Victorian AUs I’ve read, LOL. I’ll give you most that I have personally read (I omitted the majority of the Victorian AUs I’ve read, please check out the link in the See Also section), AS WELL AS stuff on my offline MFL list, and please do check out the “see also” lists for others that people have added, and hopefully some lovelies will add their own fics for us!
So if any of y’all are currently writing any or have some faves (especially regency AUs, I haven’t read any and am interested in trying one out) please let us know!!
HISTORICAL AUs
See also:
Time Travel, Altered Time, or Time Manipulation
Victorianlock
ACD Canon
Victorian Meets Modern Johnlock
WWII AU’s
Pirates
The First Night by TheForerunner (NR, 1,043 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || First Time, Fluff, Non-Explicit, Prose) – When all was over, Sherlock reached to dress again and John reached to stop him. They sat at opposite ends of the bed and one set of eyes surveyed the other’s set of limbs, and they were quiet in the downbeat, melody suspended. Sherlock was sheepish, and this confused John, who now smelled of his companion and felt they were part of one another.
The Trial of Sherlock Holmes by jenna221b (G, 3,015 w. across 3 works || TAB!lock, Metafic / TJLC, Victorian AU / 1895, Christmas, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Oscar Wilde) – Scripts based on speculation that Sherlock will be put on trial in The Abominable Bride to parallel the Oscar Wilde Trials of 1895.
we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.
five times sherlock holmes lied to john watson (and one time he finally told the truth) by miss_frankenstein (G, 5,948 w., 1 Ch. || TAB Compliant || Homophobia, Pining Sherlock, Oscar Wilde Trials, Happy Ending) – Set in "The Abominable Bride" universe, this piece adopts a familiar format to chronicle Sherlock's quiet suffering in the wake of the 1895 Oscar Wilde trials and the particular way they affect his relationship with (and feelings for) John.
In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl (E, 15,590 w. || Victorian AU, Virgin / Demi Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Mild H/C, Bottomlock) – Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.
The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w., 14 Ch. || BBC & ACD Fusion || Victorianlock, Time Travel / Magical Realism, Friends to Lovers, Love and Kissing, Romance, Body Swap) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places... “Imposter!” Hands clenching the lapels of John’s coat, Holmes shoved him anew. “Yes!” John agreed, nodding, and then grimacing. “Sort of!”
A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?
MARKED FOR LATER
The Right Side of the Wall by MarisFerasi (E, 5,468 w., 2 Ch. || Historical Slavery AU || Sex Slave, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Captain John, Slave Sherlock, Historical Inaccuracy) – Captain John buys slave Sherlock and the smex occurs.
Splat! by Vulgarweed (E, 6,618 w., 1 Ch. || Historical Appalachian 1970′s AU || Dom / Sub, Gunplay, Knifeplay, “Non-Con” Roleplay, Switchlock, Anal, Rimming, Bondage, Hunting Kink, Rough Sex, Object Insertion, Dirty Talk, Comeplay) – Sherlock decides he does want to go hunting with John after all. But not for deer. Part 2 of the The Bone Fiddle series
Silent Night by khorazir (M, 15,060 w., 1 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Care Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dev. Rel., Reunion, PTSD John, Christmas) – It’s Christmas Eve 1944, and Sherlock Holmes has received his most precious gift already: after a long, dangerous deployment, Surgeon Captain John Watson of the Royal Navy has unexpectedly returned from the front. As if this weren’t enough, there’s a case. Both events make for a night full of promise, excitement, and the difficult task of getting reacquainted with the man Sherlock hasn’t seen in three years and feared he’d lost forever. Part 2 of Enigma
A Marriage of Convenience by Phuchka (E, 43,116 w., 24 Ch. || Regency Omegaverse || Jealous John, Mpreg, Angst, Whump, Fluff, Smut, Arranged Marriage) – You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of ~The Honourable Sherlock Holmes, Alpha, younger brother of the Earl of Sherrinford with Mr. John Watson, Omega, son of Mr. Howard Watson, chairman of the City Bankers Guild.
Always 1895 by standbygo (E, 45,901 w., 19 Ch. || Oxford Time Travel AU || Time Travel, Friends to Lovers, Case Fic, Victorian, Period-Typical Homophobia, Pining, First Kiss/Time, First Meetings, Slow Burn, Angst With Happy Ending) – Time travelling historian John Watson goes to Victorian era England to study, and meets detective Sherlock Holmes. He finds himself torn between the work he was sent to do, the exciting life of solving crimes, and the extraordinary Holmes himself.
The Devil At Prayers by always_1895 (T, 50,846 w., 22 Ch. || ACD Canon / Victorian AU || Friendship, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Murder, Politics, Intrigue, Mystery, Historical, Treasure Hunting) – Emily Watson and her twin sister were raised in a peaceful English manor house. But when a mysterious Professor arrives to visit her father, she is thrown headfirst into a murderous conspiracy. Forced to seek refuge with her only living relative, half brother Dr. John Watson, she discovers that he lodges with the infamous detective, Sherlock Holmes. Book 1 follows Emily and Holmes as they begin to unravel her own mystery, when they are introduced to the case of a missing Russian diplomat. The thread connecting the two cases runs deep, and they race against the clock to uncover the politician's whereabouts before political tensions reach a breaking point. Part 1 of the Queen and Country series
Human Nature by delightful_fear (M, 57,585 w., 17 Ch. || Regency London AU || 1819 / Gregorian England, Historical, Alternate First Meeting) – Rich and spoiled Sherlock makes a wager with his older brother that he can take a penniless man and make him presentable in high society.
Long Ago and Far Away Series by lotherington (T to E, 62,765 w. across 27 works || WWII AU || Victor Trevor, Historical, 1940s/50s, Graphic Depictions of Violence) – October, 1937. A chance encounter late one night leads to Sherlock following John home. I can’t really put it much better than Vera Lynn herself: That certain night, the night we met / there was magic abroad in the air.
Dawn Before the Rest of the World Series (M, 65,164 w.+ across 12 stories || WiP || 1920s Historical AU || Romance, Love Declarations, Period-Typical / Internalized Homophobia, First Times, Oral/Anal Sex, Sweetness, Hurt / Comfort, Crying, Frottage, Rimming, Idiots in Love) – In one of the grand houses of England in the 1920s, butler Sherlock Holmes is wooed to pieces by the world's most romantic gardener, John Watson.
The Sweetness Makes the Smoke and Stings Worthwhile by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 70,032 w., 31 Ch. || Historical 1920′s AU || Unilock, Summer Romance, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Inexperienced Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drinking, Period-Typical Homophobia, Sexual Tension, Hand/Blow Jobs, Dancing, Secret Relationship, Skinny Dipping, Angst with a Happy Ending, Closet Sex, Hotel Sex, Emotions, Falling in Love, Mutual Pining, Letters/Epistolary, Heartache, Minor Violence, Separations, Reunion Sex, Love Confessions, Victor & Mary in this Fic) – After nearly being expelled from university, Sherlock is banished home to Musgrave Hall for the summer. A friend introduces him to John Watson, a handsome medical student visiting the area. Sherlock and John find themselves drawn to each other, falling into a summer romance that may be as painful as it is sweet. Although they follow different paths, their feelings for each other still haunt them, their love finally coming full circle years later. For those concerned about Mary and Victor, they appear only briefly and as very background characters. My version of Mary is not modeled on the BBC version. She is more of an original character, if anything.
Philia and Eros by distantstarlight (E, 84,660 w., 20 Ch. || Historical AU || Friends to Lovers, Time Travel, Kilts, Possessive Behaviour, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Implied Rape/Non-Con) – Love is timeless but time isn't necessarily linear. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are about to embark on an unintended adventure that will take them far away from the comfortable confines of 221 B Baker Street. Part 1 of Strange Paths
Philia and Eros by distantstarlight (E, 84,660 w., 20 Ch. || Historical AU || Friends to Lovers, Time Travel, Kilts, Possessive Behaviour, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Implied Rape/Non-Con) – Love is timeless but time isn't necessarily linear. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are about to embark on an unintended adventure that will take them far away from the comfortable confines of 221 B Baker Street. Part 1 of Strange Paths
Welcome Home by itsalwaysyou_jw (M, 81,358+ w., 25/32 Ch. || WiP || WWII / Post-WWII Historical AU || Fluff and Angst, Drinking, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Mutual Pining, Dev. Rel., Past Viclock, Nice Victor, First Kiss, Romance, PTSD John, Grief/Mourning, Implied / Referenced Drug Use) – In 1938, John Watson was at the peak of his music career, performing original jazz tunes in the hottest clubs to adoring crowds. But now the year is 1945 and Captain John Watson has just returned home from the war. Attempting to cope with the horrors he saw in the Solomon Islands, he struggles to get even a weekday slot performing at the jazz clubs. When he hears a radio announcement for a song-writing competition, he knows this is the opportunity he has been waiting for. He only needs to put a band together that can help him win the grand prize. But first, he needs to face his survivor's guilt to honour his best friend's dying wish: he must find Victor Trevor's spouse- someone named Sherlock Holmes- and deliver a message.
A Matter of Chance by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (E, 100,631 w., 18 Ch. || Regency AU || Forbidden Love, Slow Burn, Class Differences, No Period-Typical Homophobia, Gay Marriage is OK, Forced Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Humour, Angst with Happy Ending, Drama Queen Sherlock, Sexually Naïve Sherlock, Aromantic Mycroft, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Minor Character Death) – "If it were only for me, I would never marry." "Why so?" "I do not believe in love, Dr Watson. It is a great disadvantage to lose one's head over such a volatile matter."
Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w., 23 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / VirginSherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) – It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies' encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.
Over Fathoms Deep by bittergreens (E, 397,575+ w., 51/? Ch. || WiP || Historical / Regency / Sailing AU || Sailor!John / Aristocrat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Sailing, Bottomlock, UST / RST, Hand/Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Happy Ending, Anal) – When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.
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Chapters: 3/7
Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Davenport/Merle Highchurch
Characters: Merle Highchurch, Davenport (The Adventure Zone), Beelzebub (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: A.U, Crossover, Crossover A.U, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, 1910s, Time Skips, Alcohol, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mentions of Sex, TAZ/Good Omens Au, Davenport is an angel, Merle is a demon, Merle has a flower shop, Prohibition, speakeasy, 1940s, Ball, dance, Dancing, Ballroom Dancing, Fellas is it gay to slow dance with your hereditary enemy?, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Fancy Dress Party, 1950s, Period-Typical Homophobia, (very minor), Street Racing, Pining, Pining Merle, Song Lyrics, Song: I don't what to set the world on fire (The Ink Spots), Self-Doubt, Star Gazing, Unrequited Love, (for now) - Freeform
Summary:
Merle is a demon who doesn’t like being a demon, but still does his job as adequately as possible while staying out of hell as much as possible, one day he gets assigned to make an angel fall, so he takes him to his flower shop for a few drinks, however, when he gets to know the angel, he realizes that he likes him doesn’t want him to fall, so he lies to his boss saying that he’s still working on his assignment while continuing to be the angel’s friend, but even he knows he can’t lie to them forever
Davenport is an angel that does everything by the book, but life doesn’t always go the way you want, after a failed mission and an earful from his boss, all he wants to do is drown his failure in whatever bathtub gin the bar has, but when a demon walks into the same bar offering him real alcohol, he’s skeptical at first, but goes along with him anyway, after a night of drinking and opening up, he becomes quite fond of the demon, however, he knows that upstairs wouldn’t like the idea of an angel and a demon being friends, so he hides it from his boss, though even he knows that he can’t hide it forever
New chapter!
CW: Minor homophobia and censored slur.
#the adventure zone#taz#good omens#fan fiction#davenchurch#mine#my work#taz merle#merle highchurch#davenport taz#crossover#crossover au#au#crossover fic#crossover au fic#slow burn#romance#ship
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Thank you so very much for asking! I love these types of retrospectives.
1 - favorite fic you wrote this year
That’s like asking me to pick my favorite child! I think I’m torn between When Are You Gonna Come Down, When Are You Going to Land, which was my first real Kingsman fic (I’d been writing crossovers for a few weeks before) and My Heart Lay Waiting For the Spring to Come (Again), which is my first Merwin fic and one of the longest stories I’ve ever written in a single point of view.
23 - fics you wanted to write but didn’t
SO MANY FICS!!!!!!!
a. Merhartwin where Merlin and Eggsy are in a relationship after Harry “dies” and just after Merlin asks Eggsy to marry him, Harry comes back. Turns out that Merlin and Harry have been together for years and had gotten married right after the marriage equality law had passed (and then Harry died). Merlin and Eggsy believe that it’s best that Harry never know about their relationship (they’d never gone public, not even Roxy knew). Cue the angst machine.
b. Merlahad/Hartwin AU where Eggsy is a drama student, Harry is a notable playwright and Merlin’s a very closeted actor who been Harry’s lover when there were at RADA together in the 80s. but had broken off the relationship when Harry came out. Cue the angst machine.
c. Hartwin/Merlin-Eggsy friendship. Harry as Arthur and Eggsy have a bad breakup, Harry accuses/suspects that Eggsy might be doing hard drugs. Eggsy’s actually very sick. Merlin helps Eggsy hide this by faking Eggsy’s secondment to Stateman, when he’s actually in the hospital for chemo and radiation. Cue the angst machine and crank it up to 11.
d. Merlahad modern day AU where Harry’s a titled gentleman tired of fending off the advances of desperate women of a certain age. He hires Merlin, a professional escort (a walker) to accompany him to society events. and in effect, announces that that he’s gay. Now Merlin really isn’t a walker - he’s a writer who’s been in a deep slump and his editor, Eggsy, asks him what he’d been doing when he wrote his first book and maybe go back to doing that. Harry discovers that Merlin’s a writer and he thinks that Merlin’s been playing him - that he’s going to write a novel/tell-all about their relationship. And yes, let’s turn on the angst machine, AGAIN
e. The sequel to When Are You Gonna Come Down - Roxy’s story.
f. Kingsman/The Long Firm fusion, where Eggsy is Harry Starke’s young cousin/lover, Harry Hart is Eggsy’s friend at Oxford, and Eggsy introduces Harry to Harry and all kinds of 1950s era naughtiness ensues.
g. Dark mobster Merwin, possibly set in late Victorian England (Mark as Lord Blackwood is very inspiring). Mostly smut.
I’m not listing the stories to be added to on-going series, such as Coronach and The Secret History of Neal Caffrey.
24 - favorite fic you read this year
I’ve read so many wonderful fics that I can’t pick just one. And also, I kind of dislike this question because invariably, I’ll hurt someone’s feelings.
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AU Fic Rec, Part 3
Historical Setting
:D I’m a wee bit drunk so. Bare with me. Bear with me? Which is it, we just don’t know.
Taking place at any time prior to the last couple of years! It’s fun. We got regency, we got 20th century, we got uhhhhhhhh other stuff.
These are in No Particular Order.
Part One - BDSM
Part Two - Sci-Fi/Fantasy
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1. Not Quite Paradise - u guys. Beat Poet Cas, Mechanic Dean, get washed up on an island and together.... They make the island Gay™. It’s class suff: Wealthy vs. Working class, I forget the word for it. There’s survival stuff. There’s period typical Gay Panic from our main man Dean. This is set in 1957.
2. Rentboy - >:( This fic makes me feel ??? even though I enjoyed it.. But it has happy ending and also it fits the category and I’m sure you will like it too. Dean is a rentboy in the 1980s. We don’t get to see any actual prostitution iirc, but u know. It involves AIDs but no one we care about dies from AIDs. Also Dean, to me, seems a bit OOC but honestly, I think it’s just because I’m a bitch, so. Probably it’s fine.
3. An Assembly Such As This - REGENCY AU. Dean goes to a sexy masquerade to touch men bc it is a sin or illegal or smthn. He meets Cas. He has a marriage of convinience to Charlie, and they beard for each other. I won’t like I don’t remember the end of this, but I remember the beginning, and I liked that, so it’s probably good.
4. The Ghosts of Blackthorn Hall - The tags are confusing me, is it Gothic, is it Victorian? Idk, I failed history in my senior year of HS so you tell me. This one is based in history at some point. It’s a Jane Eyre Fusion so you know it’s gonna be fuckin lit and also probably ghosts. I don’t want to give anything away. It’s a fun, creepy, good time. They describe stuff so good in this I feel like I was there but also thank god I wasn’t, you know?
5. The Last Moonlight Serenade - Okay. I think I read this one. If I did it was ages ago. No, I did! I remember, I loved it and was full of emotions about it. It’s NYE 1944 and Dean is in Honolulu and Cas is there also and it’s War and Army but also Gay and Sad and You know the drill. Also the art is beautiful. Oil painting beautiful.
6. Down By The Water - SPN Meets Oregon Trail you guys, what’s not to love. 1853, Cas loses everything in a Cattle Crossing (Should have waited boo, or paid to get the ferry), and then Dean is there to fix things and make his life full of light and love again. Slow build. There’s homophobia bc it’s the 1800s. Etc etc. I don’t think anyone gets dysentery.
7. For Love, For Glory - INDIANA JONES AU!!!! Fam. WWII, Nazis get punched, there is lots of plot going on, it’s only rated Mature which is a :( from me but you can’t have everything. I’ve never seen Indiana Jones so idk if it’s a fusion or an original plot but. Does it matter? No. Go, consume, be merry.
8. Ninety One Whiskey - This fic long as fuuuuuuuck. Every single thing I’ve ever heard about it has been exceptional and wonderful. I’ve never read it because my body isn’t ready for WWII slowburn Destiel. Like I can’t. I don’t want to put myself in that position because I know I will never be the same. Don’t @ me. (2019 Edit: I did read it, I can confirm I will never be the same. This fic will go on my new top eight when I eventually make one. It’s so good you guys. It’s SO good. It’s Point Pleasant levels of good. I loved it.)
9. Words Can Wait - THIS IS A GOOD ONE OKAY. Cas is english and lives in the country side on a farm during WWII. Then the American soldiers arrive and it’s as delightfully gay as you would expect. There’s love, there’s angst, there’s tender feelings. I love this fic with all my heart and it aaaaaches.
10. Take You To The Country - This one is short and sweet. 1950s, anonymous marriage proposal in the news paper. Anonymous bc it gay.
11. Plain And Tall - I’m so sorry? This is another I’ve been meaning to read and putting it off bc my heart isn’t ready. It’s on here with 91W bc I know it will earn it’s place. Awk if it doesn’t. I’ll keep you posted. This is Post-cival war, Dean has a baby, lives on a Farm, Cas is there, and it has the tag: Little House On The Prairie - Freeform.
12. The Cost Of Falling - Slow burn 1950s circus AU. Cas comes into town (errr the circus) and shakes things up. Please I beg you, this is so sweet and there is sex and also Cas is Russian and I can’t.
13. The Time Of My Life - Femslash Dirty Dancing, you say? I just. This fic is everything I need in life. Imagine the two scenes (the one all in white and the one at night with the leg lifting) but instead it’s Destiel and also it’s gay girls. Pls. Words Can Wait is still my fav but this......... Hoo boy. Shh h just trust me.
Also 13 is an unlucky number so
14. Twist and Shout - Major Character Death, I’m not linking it bc this is a T&S free zone.
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Part Four - Modern
Top 8 Personal Favs
#mod s#answered#fic rec#destiel fic rec#fic recs#destiel fic recs#historical setting#historical fic recs#AU fic rec series#destiel#Destiel smut#historical destiel#wwii destiel#1800s destiel#1960s destiel#it's all gr8 and wonderful.
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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 30
Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.
Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.
It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.
Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best, Borrowing Characters
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Chapter 30
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They didn't go to Grand Orleans due to forecasts of bad weather, but they did drive the three hours to Upper Manhattan for an extended weekend.
Thursday afternoon found them checking into a fancy hotel. Stephen suggested they rest for a few hours in their room before going down to the Grand Salon for dinner. It didn't surprise Peter in the slightest that "resting" really meant sex and he enjoyed the novelty of being thoroughly debauched in a hotel room with a king bed and a stunning view of the city.
The Grand Salon was a marvel of crystal-like curtains and glowing chandeliers that complemented the rich wallpaper, lush velvet and silk seating. He'd never been in such an elegant, refined place. Everyone was dressed in fine clothes and for once, Peter felt like he belonged thanks to his tailored suit and the reading he'd done on etiquette and fine dining.
"Do you want to see the prices on the menu or would you like me to order for you?" Stephen asked once they were seated and he was handed the day's menu. "I think I have a fairly good idea of what you'll enjoy."
"Please," Peter said, relieved. There was no way their dinner would be anything other than outrageously expensive and he'd rather not have to worry about the cost.
Stephen ordered them both a Cardini salad, baked salmon with squash, spinach, and scallions in a rich beurre blanc, and glazed roasted carrots. He even ordered panna cotta for dessert. Everything was delicious and it was the most exquisite meal Peter had ever had.
"Well?" Stephen prompted as Peter finished his last bite of the vanilla custard topped with a blueberry compote and side of lavender ice cream.
"Rich people might be on to something, food-wise," he admitted. "Thank you."
"It's my pleasure."
Stephen replaced Peter's battered luggage with a new set during a trip to Gimbels the next morning.
"I already have luggage!" Peter protested.
"Yes, and it's falling apart," Stephen said, unimpressed. "You might keep in mind that the set you arrived with is, by your own admission, older than you. It was well used and has served its purpose."
Peter couldn't argue with that. Stephen's gift was a nice set and would no doubt last him for a decade or two.
Gimbels was only the tip of the ice burg. Stephen guided him into L.S. Ayres and he spent a few hours being measured and and given a selection of clothing better suited to warmer temperatures to try on. There was little point in protesting; he needed clothes for spring and summer and he'd put on a few inches of muscle in addition to a few pounds since the previous August - one of the benefits of having steady, nutritious meals for months on end.
And, he had to admit, Stephen's taste was impeccable. Peter looked so far removed from the gangly, underfed boy hailing from Midtown... but he also looked like himself.
"Thanks for all the clothes," Peter said while they ate lunch at the L.S. Ayres tea room. It was a nice place, clearly designed to keep shoppers from leaving the department store for lunch. He enjoyed watching the small group of men and women walking around modeling the latest fashions.
"You're welcome," Stephen said. "You can't exactly be running around Malibu in long-sleeves."
That evening, Stephen surprised him with attending a show in Upper Manhattan's famed theatre district. Peter had never seen such a spectacle but he thoroughly enjoyed the music, dancing, and clever humor of The Music Man.
"I've seen community plays before," Peter told Stephen that night after they returned to their hotel room. "But nothing like that! I think I liked it more than the movies I've seen!"
Saturday morning they decided to spend the day out. He enjoyed exploring a city he'd only been to as a young child and even when they passed near Columbia University, Peter's mood didn't drop. That wasn't his life anymore and the one he had now was turning out to be a good one.
They didn't go to another show on Saturday evening, but Stephen took him to see a movie where they ate hot buttered popcorn and washed it down with fountain sodas.
"You said you've seen movies before?" He asked as the taxi drove them back to their hotel.
Peter nodded. "There was a dollar theater at the very edge of Midtown - the farthest the street trolley would travel. Every movie they showed was a few years old and I only managed to see a few, but I liked them." He considered for a moment. "I prefer radio shows, though. I like having pictures of what everything looks like in my mind and not shown."
"I feel the same way," Stephen agreed.
On Sunday they lazed in bed and barely made the cut-off to order in-room breakfast. They took their time packing and checking out before Stephen drove them back home.
"Have you done this often?" Peter asked as they drove. "Just take off for a long weekend?"
"Maybe once or twice every other year," Stephen said. "I have the amount of vacation time I have banked for a reason. The few times I've been asked to assist in a surgery like the one last autumn I would stay and enjoy a day or two if the city was interesting."
"But you didn't last time. You came home as soon as you could."
Stephen briefly looked over at him. "I had a reason to want to be home."
Work was more or less peaceful now that everyone on the hospital's board had met Peter and observed the two of them together. They'd hosted another dinner for an important pair of donors to the hospital and Peter had them charmed before the appetizers (his famous walnut date bites with coconut whip and sweet potato stacks) were even touched. It almost seemed too good to be true.
It was.
One Wednesday morning a week before his trip with Peter to California, Reed Richards came to his office and asked to speak with him.
"How may I help you?" Stephen asked.
Reed sat. "I very much enjoyed meeting your husband."
He said nothing.
"He's a fine young man and so gifted. I don't want to sound as though I'm bragging but there aren't many people I can talk about oncology, feature scoring, and bio-markers with. Peter kept up without a pause."
"He's a smart young man," Stephen agreed.
"And I can't help but wonder if his potential is being squandered. He was chosen to write for Van Dyne," Reed continued. "If his theories proved true, he could have revolutionized wound care. Stephen, he needs to be in college, not playing house husband."
"What are you really getting at?" Stephen asked. He had an idea, of course, and he could feel his temper rising.
"Your year with the BCSS is up in August. Stephen, I really think the right thing for you to do would be to annul the marriage. Peter had such a bright future ahead of him and keeping him chained to you isn't fair to him. Like I've said, a young man like him should be in college and making his mark on the world."
"Get out."
"Stephen-"
"No. All this song and dance about how you and the others just want me to be happy and now that you've seen I am, you want it destroyed. I'm so sorry I didn't follow your groupthink and ignore a fellow doctor's egregious malpractice, but just because I actually have a code of ethics I follow doesn't mean you get to make my life miserable to assuage your own guilt. Get out."
Reluctantly, Reed left with a parting "At least consider it."
Stephen managed to keep from throwing something, but only just.
The rest of his day passed in a haze and worst of all was the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Richards, damn the man, was probably right.
Peter could tell something was wrong when Stephen came home.
Stephen didn't acknowledge his greeting but went upstairs to change. When he came down it was as if he were going through the motions of a pleasant meal and evening in. It stung a little, considering the effort Peter had put into making the beef Wellington. It was a new attempt, and he'd hoped for even a small amount of praise.
"Did something happen at work?" Peter asked after Stephen bit into a lemon bar.
"Just a colleague speaking out of turn," Stephen said finally. "I'm sorry I'm such poor company at the moment."
"Was it anyone I know?"
"Yes, but what that person said hardly merits repeating," Stephen said. "Don't trouble yourself with it."
"If you say so," Peter said.
"I do say so," Stephen said sharply. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry. Just... don't worry about it."
"Stephen... if I've done something wrong, you can tell me."
"Not everything is about you, Peter," Stephen said.
Peter could only stare as Stephen got up and went upstairs. He listened carefully and heard the door to Stephen's office close.
What on earth was going on?
Stephen hadn't been this much of an asshole in months.
Talking with Tony and Sharon helped, at least.
He finalized plans to visit along with Peter and after Tony had to leave for an important SI meeting, Sharon assured Stephen that he'd be able to meet with two of her former colleagues who had a stake in the Quentin Beck case.
"It's kind of funny, though, isn't?" she wondered aloud while they were nailing down details.
"What is?"
"That Peter grew up so poor but somehow had an inheritance to be swindled out of."
He'd wondered about that himself, but there never seemed to be a reason to confront Peter over it. As far as Peter was aware, Stephen knew nothing about Quentin Beck or what had driven him to sign his life over to the BCSS. He'd hoped that Peter would trust him enough to talk to him about it, but apparently Peter didn't think it was necessary.
"A question for the ages," Stephen said.
"Johnson sent me some details and it looks like Beck deposited a hundred and fifty thousand around the time he vanished from Midtown, New Amsterdam."
All things considered, it wasn't exactly a glowing inheritance. Enough to let Peter keep his house and attend college for four years, but after that? Hardly anything to write home about.
Stephen made more than that in a quarter.
It was no wonder Peter thought Stephen's habits were wasteful and still preferred to save money when buying food and household items.
"Is something else going on?" Sharon asked. "You sound different."
He sighed. One of the problems with having friends was that even if those friends weren't former spies and trained interrogators, eventually they'd know someone well enough to know when something was off.
"It's something better discussed in person," he hedged.
"You'd better plan on discussing it when you two get here, then," she warned. "Bottling things up isn't going to help anyone."
"Says the woman who kept secrets for a living," he shot back.
Sharon laughed. "Oh, that wasn't even the half of it! Listen, Tony's spawn is playing football with my internal organs so I'm going to go lie down. I'll talk to you later, alright?"
"Take care of yourself," he urged.
Peter was withdrawn that night and everything about his body language - and the fact that he was wearing pajamas - said "back off."
Hating that he'd hurt Peter, Stephen did back off and dressed for bed himself.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier this evening," Stephen said after he'd joined Peter in bed. "You didn't deserve to be spoken to that way."
"No, I didn't," Peter said finally, still not looking at him. "I'm your spouse, not your verbal whipping boy."
"I'm sorry I made you feel that way."
"I don't ask about your day or what's bothering you to be nosy. I ask because you shouldn't have to deal with it alone."
"That's something I'm still coming to terms with," Stephen said. "I've been alone for a very long time."
"You're not, now. I know I'm not much-"
Stephen pulled him close and kissed him. "You're everything. I'm sorry I haven't made you feel that way. I'm... I'm glad that I have you."
Peter returned the kiss, pushing Stephen onto his back. "You have me." He kissed him again, started unbuttoning Stephen's pajama shirt, and then began to kiss down. And down.
"Peter, you don't-"
Peter looked up, amused. "I know." He continued his attentions downward and Stephen lifted his hips so Peter could pull clothing off.
Few things could make his mind go blissfully blank. Peter's mouth around his cock was one of them.
After he'd cleaned them up and before he fell asleep, Stephen vaguely wondered if Peter had any notion of the amount of power he could wield over him.
Peter took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
The woman who answered smiled delightedly when she saw him. "Peter! How wonderful to see you!"
"I'm sorry to bother you on your day off, Sue," he said.
"Oh, not at all! I was just using the quiet to do some cleaning. Franklin and Valeria will just mess it up again when they return from day care, but needs must. What brings you by?"
"I was hoping you could pass on a message to Dr. Richards for me."
Sue nodded, still smiling. "Of course! What would you like for me to tell him?"
"I'd like for for him to keep his opinions on my marriage to himself. He might not approve of how I'm living my life but it's my life. Stephen is my selecting spouse and I don't like seeing him upset."
Her smile faltered just a bit and she closed her eyes, mouthing something that sounded like "that man". She didn't look surprised at all. "Of course, I'll tell him."
"I would really appreciate it," Peter said. "I'm sorry to have to even ask, but like I said, I don't like seeing Stephen upset."
She nodded. "I'm so sorry you've had to deal with this. Reed so often has very good intentions but his execution and inability to let things go can cause problems."
They exchanged a few minutes of small talk and then Peter returned home.
Hopefully, that would be the last of it.
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#couldntbedamned fic#spiderstrange#spideystrange#stephen strange x peter parker#peter parker x stephen strange#1950s modern fusion au#1950s au#read the fucking tags and warnings#no seriously read them#peter parker#stephen strange
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A List of AU’s
So, last night I was on AO3 until like 5 a.m. typing up this list of AU’s on my phone, and I figured I should probably put it on here, too.
1900′s
1910′s
1920′s
1930′s
1940′s
1950′s
1960′s
1970′s
1980′s
1990′s
Academia
Actors
Afterlife
Age Changes
Alien Invasion
All Human
Alpha/Beta/Omega
Amusement Park
Ancient Greek
Ancient Rome
Android
Angel/Deamon
Apocalypse
Archeologist
Arranged Marriage
Artificial Intelligence
Artists
Assassins
Babysitter
Bakery
Ballet
Band
Bar/Pub
Baseball
BDSM
Beach
Bikers
Boarding School
Bodyguard
Bookstore
Bounty Hunter
Business
Candy Shop
Canon
Canon Divergence
Car Racing
Celebrities
Civil War
Circus
Chefs
Childhood Friends
Children
Coffee Shop
Criminals
Cruise Ship
Cults
Cyper Punk
Dance
Dark
Darkside
Deserted Island
Detectives
Different First Meeting
Disney
Doctor Who
Dystopian
Edwardian
Elizabethan
Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies
Explorers
Fairy Tale
Fantasy
Fashion & Models
FBI
Firefighter
Flight Attendants
Flower Shop
Food Service
Foster Family
Fusion (Movie, TV, Book)
Future
Game of Thrones
Gangsters
Genderswap
Genie
Ghosts
Gods & Goddesses
Greasers
Hackers
Harem
Haunted House
Heaven
High School/College
Hipsters
Historical
Hogwarts
Homeless
Horror
Horse Racing
Hospital
Hooker
Hunger Games
Hunters
Ice Cream Shop
Ice Skaters
Immortal
Inception
Indiana Jones
Industrial Revolution
Journalism
Law Enforcement/Military
Lawyer
Librarian
Lifeguard
Lighthouse Keeper
Mafia
Magic
Marriage Law
Master/Slave
Mechanics
Mental Institution
Merpeople
Middle Ages
Mob
Modern
Monster
Musicians
Music Store
Mythology
Neighbors
Never Met
Newspaper
No Human
Noir Detective
Office
Opposite
Orchestra
Orphanage
Pacific Rim
Parallel Universe
Past Lives
Pen Pal
Pet Store
Photographers
Pilots
Pirate
Pre-Canon
Priests
Prison
Private Detective
Professor/Teacher
Prohibition
Pokemon
Politics
Post-Canon
Post-War
Punk
Psychics
Reincarnation
Regency
Religious
Renaissance
Retail
Reverse
Revolution
Road Trip
Roaring Twenties
Rockstar
Roller Derby
Roommates
Royalty
Scientists
Single Parent
Sentinel/Guide
Selkie
Serial Killers
Sex Shop
Sirens
Show Business
Skaters
Small Town
Soulmates
Space
Sports
Spy
Star Trek
Steampunk
Stripper/Exotic Dancers
Student/Teacher
Sugar Daddy
Summer Camp
Supernatural
Superpowers
Surf Shop
Surfers
Swimming
Tattoo Artists
Time Travel
Titanic
Theater
Thieves
Treasure Hunters
Vampire/Werewolf
Victorian
Wings
Wedding Planners
Western
Wonderland
World War I
World War II
Writer
X-Men
Zombie Apocalypse
So, there we go! 213 different AU’s! I’m probably missing some, so feel free to send me more!
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The marvelous history of New York comedy, from the Village coffeehouses to the heights of 30 Rock
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One of New York’s biggest vaudeville houses, the Keith’s Union Square on East 14th Street, pictured here in 1895.
Museum of the City of New York
Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis with Sophie Tucker at the Copacabana, 1948
Museum of the City of New York
The Gaslight Cafe at 116 Macdougal Street, sometime in the early 1960s.
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The Gaslight as depicted in the film Inside Llewyn Davis….
…and in the television show The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
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A few ads for Lenny Bruce performances — his 1959 appearance at the Den and two from 1964 (including the ad for his infamous booking at Cafe au Go Go).
Phil Silvers and Budd Friedman, in front of pop culture’s most famous brick wall.
Budd Friedman
A young Chris Rock at Catch a Rising Star, pictured here in 1987 (although he had been working the club since 1984).
A 1989 news report on the ‘comedy club boom’ of the 1980s.
Rodney Dangerfield at Catch a Rising Star (audio only, 1983)
An early routine from Joan Rivers….
Derrick Comedy (featuring Donald Glover) at Uprights Citizens Brigade, 2012
Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson talking about the importance of UCB to their careers.
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After listening to the show on the history of New York City comedy, check out these shows in our back catalog that we referenced.
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FURTHER READING/LISTENING
The History of Standup Podcast
Jewish Comedy: A Serious History by Jeremy Dauber
The Improv by Budd Friedman
From Traveling Show to Vaudeville: Theatrical Spectacle in America, 1830–1910, edited by Robert Lewis
The Comedians by Kliph Nesteroff
On The Real Side: A History of African American Comedy by Mel Watkins
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Westeros Nine-Nine
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by Fangirls_fanfictions, nerdpinguin
The one where its just Brienne and Jaime as Jake and Amy from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I don't own B99 or GOT
Words: 1950, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Podrick Payne, Cersei Lannister, Bronn (ASoIaF), Tormund Giantsbane, Ygritte (ASoIaF)
Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Fusion, Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Romance
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Invoquée pour la première fois lors de la Révolution française
LA DEVISE «LIBERTÉ, ÉGALITÉ, FRATERNITÉ»
Que la liberté de la devise maçonnique soit d'abord et avant tout la liberté de pensée précédemment définie, c'est ce que montrent d'innombrables textes maçonniques : en voici un échantillon.
«(…) l'étoile flamboyante dont la lumière rayonne au-dessus de notre Ordre (…) nous permettra de voir briller, à sa clarté, la devise éternelle que nous avons donnée à la République et au Monde : Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité!»
«C'est le mot d'ordre grave, révolutionnaire et hautain qui a remplacé le vieux triptyque humble, touchant et résigné : la Foi, l'Espérance et la Charité…
La liberté, la foi. Même élan du coeur, peut-être, même enthousiasme, mais quelle différence! D'un côté c'est l'homme qui se dresse, qui peut, qui cherche ; de l'autre, c'est la conscience qui s'abaisse et qui se renie, c'est l'humiliation, devant le dogme, c'est l'abandon à toute affirmation, fausse ou vraie, qui passe, c'est l'abdication de la pensée humaine. N'est libre que celui qui cherche et qui réfléchit… L'homme qui croit n'est plus libre… L'idéal de la religion c'est la foi du charbonnier, la foi de l'enfant, la foi de l'ignorant. L'idéal du monde moderne, c'est l'homme exerçant en pleine liberté de conscience et de raison, la recherche du vrai, du bien, de la connaissance, dans l'affranchissement de toutes les terreurs et de toutes les sujétions…»
Sur le caractère maçonnique de la devise «Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité» p. 72-73
ASPECT RELIGIEUX
Puisqu'il n'y a pas pour les francs-maçons de vérité universelle, il n'y aura pas non plus de vérité universelle révélée. On pourra faire référence dans les loges à diverses révélations : Bible, Coran, ou autres… à condition de les considérer comme des choix personnels, des matières à option et non des vérités universelles s'imposant à tous les hommes.
«Cette nation (USA) a été nourrie par les idéaux de la Franc-maçonnerie : (…) beaucoup de ceux qui aujourd'hui la dirigent sont aussi membres et dirigeants de l'Ordre maçonnique. Ils savent que notre démocratie américaine, avec son insistance sur les droits et libertés inaliéables de l'individu, est la Franc-maçonnerie au gouvernement(…) (39) (They know that our American Democracy (…) is Freemasonry in government.)»
(39) Harry L. Baum (franc-maçon), New Age, juillet 1950 p. 419-420
«La vérité d'hier est morte et celle de demain est à bâtir.» En science, c'est ce qu'on appelle revenir au point zéro pour mieux reconstruire l'âme et la pensée d'une personne par la remise en cause perpétuelle que les hauts dirigeants maçonniques se feront un devoir d'illuminer ces âmes.
La philosophie de la Franc-maçonnerie fait croire aux adeptes que l'homme peut s'élever par lui-même. Ce qui est bon pour un, ne l'est pas nécessairement pour un autre. Si cela était, les Nations-Unies et les différents gouvernements ne mettraient pas en place toute une série de lois dictatoriales, ni une nouvelle religion mondiale unificatrice.
Le but premier de la Franc-Maçonnerie est de briser toute croyance judéo-chrétienne, en laissant croire que l'homme est son propre dieu ou divin. Le Nouvel-Âge utilise exactement cette même doctrine enrobée de fleurs et de papillons roses. Pourtant les deux ne sont qu'une seule et même entitée.
Le rabbin Toaff dit de la Franc-maçonnerie : «doctrine secrète philosophique et religieuse introduite par les Rose-Croix gostiques lors de leur fusion avec les maçons libres en 1717» ; doctrine qui, explique le rabbin, n'est autre que la gnose. Ce mot se résume en deux mots : rationalisme et occultisme. Au lieu d'occultisme, on parlera souvent de gnose, de «mysticisme», d'illuminisme. Au rationalisme on associera les idées libérales, le subjectivisme, le culte de l'homme.
La gnose, a dit le franc-maçon Albert Pike, «est l'essence et la moelle de la Franc-maçonnerie.» On peut se poser de sérieuses questions, alors que le site Christianity Today.com fait la promotion du livre «Morales et Dogmes» http://www.sacred-texts.com/mas/md/index.htm
écrit par ce dernier et qui est enseigné à tous les leaders religieux, quelque soit la religion. Ce site a dans son conseil d'administration Billy Graham, considéré par le milieu chrétien comme le plus grand évangélisme du XXe siècle. Billy Graham est un homme très influent au niveau du Conseil Mondial des Églises qui rassemble sous une seule religion toutes les religions du monde. Pourtant, la grande majorité des chrétiens sont ignorants de l'alliance de Billy Graham avec la grande religion universelle satanique.
La morale maçonnique est que : «si l'homme est sa propre source et sa propre référence, il doit travailler à son salut sans se mettre entre les mains d'aucune hiérarchie.» Voilà un grand mensonge qu'il est important de dénoncer. Nous le verrons un peu plus loin.
La plupart des nations sont aujourd'hui gérées par la Franc-Maçonnerie et sont tous soumis à l'agenda des Nations-Unies afin de mettre en place non pas un plan démocratique mais un monde complètement sous la tutelle de l'Antichrist.
Pour y parvenir, tout en faisant croire que l'homme est son propre maître, on a modifié la morale qui est enseignée dans les écoles afin de les rendre laïque, indépendante de tout dogme, de toutes données religieuses et métaphysiques. Les questions d'ordre transcendantal doivent rester du domaine privé : l'école n'a pas qualité pour les enseigner, même si ce sont les parents qui payent avec leurs taxes, le financement des écoles publiques, privées et chrétiennes, tout en respectant disent-ils la liberté de l'enfant.
Cet affranchissement des consciences chez nos jeunes, est érigée en règle d'or dans la nouvelle société. Celle-ci se fait par la destruction de la morale dont la liberté sexuelle (dévergondage), l'avortement (écrasement des plus faibles), la destruction de la famille. Nos institutions scolaires sont maintenant les «parents tuteurs» de nos enfants. Les Nations-Unies ont mis en place toute une série de lois interdisants aux parents de se mêler de l'éducation que l'enfant reçoit à l'école.
Sans aucune contrainte extérieure, la conscience reste seule juge des actions, les approuve ou les réprouve ; morale sans sanction, comme sans obligation. Tout se fait au nom de la liberté, alors qu'en fait elle ne fait qu'amener notre société vers la destruction.
Dans un article déjà cité, Le Point du 11 septembre 1978, résumait leur rôle en ces termes : «Les travaux maçonniques sont souvent à l'avant-garde du mouvement des idées. Le planning familial, la contraception, l'avortement, c'est eux.»
Les loges maçonniques se sont battues pour que l'école soit obligatoire, laïque et gratuite. Elles ont lutté et continuent de lutter contre l'école confessionnelle, parce qu'elle engendre le respect de l'autorité du maître ou du dogme, parce que son enseignement débouche sur la résignation, disent-ils. Pour un Franc-maçon digne du passé de son ordre, la résignation n'est qu'une forme de lâcheté.
Avec de tels raisonnements, c'est le chaos assuré, vous en conviendrez. C'est pourtant de cette manière que les attenants du Nouvel Ordre Mondial ont travaillé psychologiquement avec les multitudes de ces trois dernières générations pour en arriver à cet équilibre destructeur. Le constat est désarmant, quand on regarde l'état de notre société d'aujourd'hui et de nos jeunes.
Ce qui n'est pas dit, pourtant, c'est que cette manière de faire était justement planifié afin de mettre en place un plan de dictature sociale, afin de prendre le plein contrôle de l'éducation de nos enfants afin de les modeler selon la vision globale de cette nouvelle ère qui prend maintenant place.
En détruisant ainsi toute pensée judéo-chrétienne, il a été prévu de la remplacer par une autre pensée : le Nouvel Ordre des Nations maçonnique, panthéisme et luciférien, «Il existe dans la Franc-maçonnerie une doctrine secrète philosophique et religieuse introduite par les Rose-Croix gnostiques lors de leur fusion avec les maçons libre. Cette doctrine secrète, ou gnose, est l'apanage exclusif de la Franc-maçonnerie des hauts grades. Les autres ont la vérité qu'on veut leur faire croire jusqu'à ce qu'ils aient atteints des degrés supérieurs des obédiences maçonniques.»
Détruire puis construire - SOLVE ET COAGULA. «La destruction n'a d'intérêt que si l'on peut construire autre chose.» «Nous avons sapé, renversé, abattu, démoli, avec une fureur qui semblait parfois aveugle, que pour rebâtir dans de meilleures conditions de goût et de solidité. Or, le sol étant désormais autour de nous jonché de ruines qui sont notre oeuvre, il est grand temps que nous nous mettions sérieusement à apprendre notre métier de constructeur et de véritable F.M.»
Extrait d'un article du Franc-maçon Hiram publié en 1910, dans la revue maçonnique l'Acacia et cité par Léon de Poncins, Société des Nations (Nations-Unies), super-État maçonnique, p. 40
«Il y a deux-cents ans le chevalier de Ramsay a annoncé la République universelle. Depuis, inlassablement(…) les Francs-maçons du monde entier participent à son édification.»
Extrait d'un article du Franc-maçon Hiram publié en 1910, dans la revue maçonnique l'Acacia et cité par Léon de Poncins, Société des Nations (Nations-Unies), super-État maçonnique, p. 20
La Société des Nations fut une organisation internationale née du traité de Versaille fondée en 1920. Elle disparut officiellement en 1946, pour être remplacée par l'ONU. Elle constitua une première ébauche dans la voie conduisant au gouvernement mondial.
Tiens, tiens, alors que l'on tente de détruire tout culte religieux, il nous est dit qu'il existe une doctrine religieuse, gnostique toutefois. Si donc, cette doctrine est basée sur la doctrine luciférienne, on comprend un peu mieux pourquoi on tente de détruire à tout prix le christianisme.
«La Franc-maçonnerie est une société secrète. Elle croit devoir cacher tout ce qui la concerne, non seulement aux profanes, mais à la très grande majorité de ses adhérents. Seuls quelques initiés connaissent ses véritables secrets. Ses adeptes collaborent plus ou moins inconsciemment à un but qu'ils ignorent, menée par des chefs invisibles dont souvent ils ne soupçonnent même pas l'existence.»
La Franc-maçonnerie contre la France, édit. Beauchêne, 1941, p. 2.
Le Grand Architecte de l'Univers qui est derrière l'ordre des Rose-Croix et de la Franc-maçonnerie n'est autre que Lucifer. Mais la Franc-maçonnerie se garde bien de définir le Grand Architecte de l'Univers et laisse à chacun de ses adeptes pleine latitude pour s'en faire une idée conforme à sa foi et à sa philosophie. La croyance aux loges inférieurs dira que c'est l'homme qui peu à peu découvre les lois du cosmos, dompte les forces de la nature et les asservit à ses besoins. C'est l'homme qui invente et modifie, spécule et dont la pensée ne connaît pas de limites. C'est l'homme qui voit Dieu en lui-même, parce qu'il est capable d'en concevoir l'idée. On dit également que le Grand Architecte de l'Univers, c'est encore la nature elle-même, telle que nous la voyons sans en connaître les cause et les but.
Mais voyons un extrait du discours d'Albert Pike, du 4 juillet 1889, destiné aux membres du 32e degré du Rite écossais :
«Nous vénérons un Dieu qui est, en fait, un Dieu qu'on prie sans superstition. Nous tous, initiés de haut grade, devons continuer à vivre notre religion dans la pureté de l'enseignement de Lucifer. Si Lucifer n'était pas Dieu, serait-il calomnié par Adonaï (le Christ) dont les actes témoignent de cruauté, de haine envers son prochain(…) et de rejet de la science?»
«Oui Lucifer est Dieu et Adonaï est aussi, hélas, Dieu. Car la loi éternelle dit qu'il n'y a pas de lumière sans ombre, de beauté sans laideur, de blancheur sans noirceur, car l'absolu ne peut exister que dans deux Dieux(…). »
Vieux mensonge de Satan, dès le jardin d'Eden lorsqu'il dit : «vos yeux s'ouvriront et vous serez comme des dieux.» Gen. 3. L'arbre du bien et du mal est le symbole du yin et du yan, de la magie blanche et de la magie noire qu'il faut posséder afin, dit-il, d'être son propre dieu. Ceci n'est en fait qu'un mensonge afin d'entraîner l'humanité vers les ténèbres épaisses du sataniste pur et ainsi fermer toute chance à l'homme de se réconcilier avec le Sauveur de l'humanité, Jésus-Christ.
«C'est pour cela que l'enseignement du satanisme est de l'hérésie. La vraie religion philosophique, c'est la foi en Lucifer, le Dieu de la Lumière mis au même rang qu'Adonaï. Mais Lucifer, Dieu de la lumière et du bien, qui se bat pour les hommes contre Adonaï, Dieu de l'obscurité et du mal.»
Cette citation, en anglais et en français se trouve dans le dossier de Pike, à la Bibliothèque du Rite écossais, à Washington D.C.
Pike était, selon ses propres dires, sataniste et agent de la couronne britannique.
Si mettre l'homme sur l'autel plutôt que d'y mettre Dieu est péché de Lucifer, tous les humanistes, depuis la Renaissance commettent ce péché. Remarquez que l'on retrouve aujourd'hui, dans le mouvement du Nouvel-Âge, ce même essai de déification de l'homme grâce au développement des pouvoirs de la raison humaine.
Nous avons donc la preuve que les Nations-Unies seront le dernier gouvernement satanique annoncé dans Apoc. 13, préparant ainsi la voie à celui qu'ils adorent, c'est-à-dire Lucifer que le Seigneur détruira aux temps marqués.
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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 26
Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.
Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.
It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.
Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best
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Chapter 26
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Three days after their six-month anniversary, Peter was a mess of nerves. He'd woken up much earlier than he'd wanted, even though the night before Stephen had said they could have a lie-in until at least seven-thirty and they'd stop at the local coffee shop for donuts prior to their appointment at the BCSS office.
"Peter," Stephen said, taking the tie he'd worried into a wrinkled mess and setting it aside. "Everything is going to be fine." He picked another tie after looking at what Peter was wearing and after positioning Peter just so, went about tying it for him.
"I know, I know," Peter fussed. "I can't help that I'm nervous."
"We'll get through this and then we'll enjoy the rest of our day, hmm?" Stephen adjusted the tie with a critical look. "There's a new exhibit at the natural history museum in Upper York."
That got Peter's attention. "Really?"
"Yes. It's based on the latest findings from deep sea explorations."
"That sounds both exhilarating and potentially terrifying," Peter said.
"Agreed." Stephen looked at his Kang watch. "We should get going."
"And my tie looks good?" Peter asked.
"I tied it," Stephen said with a smirk. "Of course it looks good."
"Who are we talking with, again?" Peter asked as they waited in the lobby of the satellite office.
"I'm meeting with Mr. Fury and you're meeting with Ms. Hill," Stephen said after consulting the confirmation message he'd received when making their appointment.
"Okay, good."
"Do you know them?"
Peter shifted uncomfortably. "Kind of. Fury was the head custodian and assessor of my dorm while I was here. He didn't like me. Well, he didn't like any of us, really, but especially me."
Stephen's eyes narrowed. "What was his problem?" Who on earth would dislike Peter?
"I wasn't submissive enough, I guess." Peter shrugged. "I wasn't humble enough, either, and didn't know my place."
"And Hill?"
"She's mostly okay. She's kind of a hard-ass but she was always fair." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I wasn't here all that long, right? I was here for less than a month."
It was an incredible thought.
Less than a month and in that time Stephen had visited to inquire about selecting a spouse. He’d happened to catch a glimpse of Peter playing chess in their recreation hall and his decision had been made.
Foolhardy, sure.
But Peter was beautiful. Stephen had barely even skimmed over the profile the Assessor had reluctantly given him, claiming that Peter wasn’t “as gracefully settled into his place here as we’d prefer our potential spouses to be.” He'd ignored the stack of profiles that the Assessor had laid out ready for his review.
But what was done was done.
He hadn’t wanted a spouse, at all. But he had wanted Peter.
Now he had Peter and he'd be damned if anyone but Peter ended their marriage.
They'd sat waiting for close to twenty minutes before someone approached them.
"Appointment for Strange?" At Stephen's nod, the woman and her companion offered them a brief smile. "Good morning," the older woman said. "I'm Agent Melinda May. For this part of your Sixth-Month Assessment, you'll be interviewed separately." She motioned to the other woman. "This is Agent Kara Palamas. She'll escort Mr. Strange and Dr. Strange, you can follow me."
Peter reluctantly followed Assessor Palamas at Stephen's nod. "How long will the first part take?" He asked.
"It usually lasts for about two hours," the woman said. "It may go longer if your Assessor feels there's a need to dig deeper."
That didn't reassure Peter at all. He didn't know why it would need to be that long. Just what were they expecting from him?
Peter was shown into a bright office that he unfortunately recognized from roughly seven months prior.
Why was he in Fury's office? He was supposed to be meeting with Hill!
"Just have a seat and Nick will be with you shortly."
Peter wanted to protest and insist there had been a mistake. But he wanted the Assessment over more.
He plopped himself in a chair and did his best to relax. It was just a few hours in total. Just a few hours and then he and Stephen would go to Upper York and have a nice rest of their day.
"Mr. Parker," came a smooth voice. "Welcome back."
"It's Mr. Strange," Peter corrected, looking at the man.
Nick Fury was a tall black man who always seemed to know something everyone else didn't. He was suspicious by nature and rarely amused. He'd run Peter's dormitory with an iron fist and Peter, for some reason, had been the subject of his ire and disdain from the moment the BCSS had moved him to Sanctum Heights.
"Ah, yes. Your Selecting spouse is the renowned Dr. Strange. You did well for yourself, landing a doctor. I'd have never believed it if I hadn't seen the contract with my own eyes."
"I wasn't trying to land anyone," Peter said. And he hadn't been. He'd just been trying to keep out of jail and off the streets. He knew he'd lucked out with Stephen.
"We had a slew of candidates hand-picked for Dr. Strange," Fury told him, sitting down behind his giant desk. "We'd chosen the best candidate profiles to present to him. Each one was educated, accomplished in a variety of ways, and exactly the kind of person who could move with ease in a top-surgeon's privileged world. But instead he insisted on you."
Peter shrugged. "I can't speak for my husband." But Stephen wanted me, Peter thought. He thought I was beautiful and he picked me. He didn't see the fuss himself, but apparently Stephen did.
"No, no you can't. I'm glad you've retained some of the education we tried to provide you. You weren't exactly receptive to self-improvement."
Peter bit his tongue. No, he hadn't been receptive to Fury's attempts to browbeat him into submission. He wasn't going to act like he was some lesser person just because he was a selected spouse. The other custodians hadn't expected it of him; why did Fury?
"We might as well get started," Fury said. "There's quite a list to get through." He motioned to a thick packet. "And I'll be recording this."
"Did Stephen sign off on that?" Peter asked. He knew Stephen would need to.
"He did," Fury said.
"I want to see it," Peter insisted.
With a put-upon sigh, Fury printed off a document from his computer.
Peter reviewed it carefully and sure enough, there was Stephen's signature - he recognized it well. "Okay, then."
Fury started to ask Peter questions.
"How was your first day as spouses?"
Peter considered. "Long, kind of a blur, looking back. We had a nice dinner and then went home."
"And did you allow your Selecting spouse to assert his rights?"
Peter fought the blush that wanted to creep up on his neck and face. He succeeded, even! "I did," he said evenly. "I don't deny him."
"And to your knowledge, is he satisfied with your performance?"
"I enjoy sex with you Peter, very much, and as you've experienced, I have no problem indulging."
"Yes."
"How can you be sure?"
Really? That was important for them to know? "If Stephen is unhappy with something, he has no problem making it known."
Eventually Fury started back on the packet and went down the list of questions. Peter gave simple answers, much to Fury's annoyance.
Do you have any concerns regarding your marriage?
No, I don't have any concerns regarding my marriage.
Peter really didn't, not after the progress they'd made. It wasn't something he'd exactly wanted, but he was content now.
Do you have any concerns regarding your Selecting Spouse?
No, I don't have any concerns regarding my Selecting Spouse.
Stephen was a good husband and very fair. For the first few weeks, he'd been very concerned, but he and Stephen had found their rhythm soon enough. Now, he knew that Stephen at least cared about him. His biggest concern was how lonely Stephen seemed to be, sometimes.
Are you afraid to express your thoughts and emotions to your Selecting Spouse?
No, I'm not afraid to express my thoughts and emotions to my Selecting Spouse.
Peter felt that he and Stephen were in a good place. Peter knew that Stephen found his smart mouth amusing most of the time. And the times Stephen didn't... well, Peter's ass paid for it. He had a much better idea of where the line was.
Do you feel alone?
No, I don't feel alone.
He didn't, not really. Stephen wasn't the most outgoing of people but they spent plenty of time together. Stephen went out of his way to keep their date nights on Friday evenings.
What communication obstacles do you face?
Our biggest obstacle to communication is that neither of us are big on sharing, let along oversharing.
He and Stephen were both private people. But they'd gotten better about it, for sure.
On and on the questions went. Peter answered truthfully to the best of his ability, even though some questions, like Do you feel sexually satisfied in your marriage? were embarrassing enough that even keeping his answers short and to the point, he couldn't control his blushing, much to Fury's amusement.
Every so often Peter would give an answer and that would prompt Fury to ask more questions. Peter had no idea just what the man was looking for.
As the clock showed the two hour mark approaching, Fury finished up with his packet.
"Wait right here while I go check in with Ms. Hill," Fury said. "Then you'll move into the next phase of this assessment."
Left alone in the office, Peter stood and started pacing. It was stupid, to let this room have any kind of power over him when he was so clearly out of the man's grasp. It was just another office, occupied by just another man who for some reason, felt that Peter was an easy mark.
Had Fury even read the books on the shelves? And just who was he friends with that he'd take a picture with?
Peter stepped closer to look at the photo.
His heart went cold.
It was a photo of Fury... with Quentin Beck.
Stephen followed Assessor May to an office where she bid him to sit.
"They'll be right with you," she said.
He sat, hoping Peter was doing okay. His young husband had been a nervous wreck; it hadn't mattered how many times Stephen tried to reassure him. He'd have to treat him that afternoon - maybe something in addition to their trip to the natural history museum.
"Dr. Strange, I'm Assessor Maria Hill."
He studied the woman who entered the office and frowned. "I thought I was going to be speaking with Assessor Nick Fury."
Hill checked the packet she carried. "Nope. Must have been an error. Sometimes the system puts assessors in the wrong order." He very much doubted that. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?"
"No, thank you." He held up his bottle of water and briefly wondered if Fury was extending Peter the same offer.
"We'll be going over some basic questions, all routine. And as you've previously approved, we'll be recording this visit."
"That's fine with me."
"Tell me about your first day as a married couple."
Oh, hell. This was a mistake.
"It was busy, what with the time spent here signing the contract, meeting, and then marrying Peter. We had a nice dinner out and then went home. It was pleasant enough, if awkward."
He'd been ecstatic that Peter was his and determined to not let any of that show. He hadn't lied when he told Peter that day that he hadn't wanted a spouse; he still resented having his hand forced. But oh, he could hardly bring himself to do much talking over dinner because he couldn't quite believe that it was actually real.
"And did Peter allow you to assert your rights at his Selecting Spouse?"
"He did, yes."
It hadn't been a smooth night, certainly. Peter had been emotionally wrought and defaulted to angry words in an attempt to push the inevitable back. Stephen had tried to give him some time to clear his head and when that hadn't worked... Well, he'd had to put Peter over his knee and inform him exactly how things were going to be.
It was nothing like how he'd wanted their first night to go, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
"Is there anything you'd like to add to that?" Hill asked, looking amused.
"No," he said flatly. It was none of their business.
"Are you satisfied with Peter's performance?"
What the hell kind of question was that?
"I don't understand the question," he answered.
"Was Peter's submission that night acceptable to you?" Hill rephrased.
"Yes."
Peter had submitted so beautifully to him in bed later that night and knowing that he was Peter's first still gave him a rush of euphoria he didn't think would ever fade. If things worked out the way he wanted them to he'd be Peter's only.
Hill wrote something down on her packet and then started going through the questions. He kept his answers simple and to the point. They didn't need to know the inner-workings of his marriage to Peter. Peter was his husband and what they thought didn't matter.
Do you have any concerns regarding your marriage?
I do not.
He and Peter were in a good place, he thought. They'd struggled some the first couple of months but overall he felt they were doing well.
Do you have any concerns regarding your Selecting Spouse?
No, Peter is wonderful and I have no concerns regarding him.
Peter was a bratty little smartass who was almost too clever for his own good and still too quick to brush off his own needs. He was funny, kind, generous, and just so... good it nearly hurt to be around him sometimes. But oh, he adored Peter.
Are you afraid to express your thoughts and emotions to your Selecting Spouse?
I'm not, no.
Well, he was getting better at it, at least. And Peter, whether he knew it or not, was helping with that tremendously. He still preferred to keep his own council, but he couldn't exactly expect Peter to do one thing while he himself did the opposite.
Do you feel alone?
I do not.
Stephen had never been the most outgoing of people and he'd often found connecting with others difficult. There were rare exceptions for people he found himself perfectly comfortable around, like with Tony and Sharon. There were others whose company he enjoyed and whom he admired, like Clea and Ava, Ben, Misty, and hell, even cantankerous Len. Nic was even growing on him.
He'd had a group of close friends and confidants two years ago, before they'd committed what he considered to be a massive betrayal and he'd found himself adrift and determined to bury his loneliness in his work.
Until Peter he hadn't realized how lonely he'd been.
It was hard to stay so closed off when Peter was just so open and friendly.
What communication obstacles do you face?
I can't discuss much about my work but otherwise we're fine.
He was a private person in general, and so, it seemed, was Peter. But they were getting better.
Everything with Peter was just... better.
He was relieved when they worked their way through the packet of questions.
"You know, I wasn't working at this particular satellite office when you approached us, but I've read up on your case. It's kind of funny; when you first inquired about selecting a spouse, the Bureau here bent over backwards to choose profiles they thought would be compatible. They were some of our most educated and accomplished candidates and you barely looked at them. Instead you insisted on a poor young man who'd barely settled in here. Why Peter?"
He hadn't wanted their profiles or their recommendations. Not after he'd caught that glimpse of Peter in the rec room playing chess.
"Call it a gut feeling," he said.
Peter had never been so glad to see Stephen in his life. He needed that cool, calming and protective presence of his like never before. With Stephen, he was safe.
Stephen wouldn't let anything happen to him, not ever.
In a separate waiting room, they sat and waited for the next phase of their assessment.
"Did everything go okay?" Stephen asked him quietly, when Peter's knee wouldn't stop jumping and he took Stephen's hand.
"Yeah, I'm just ready for this to be over," Peter said. It wasn't an outright lie.
"Did Fury upset you?"
Peter sighed and leaned into Stephen. "He always upsets me."
"Well, after today, I doubt you'll ever have to deal with him again," Stephen soothed. "We'll be done with this place."
"You're probably right," Peter agreed. Peter certainly hoped Stephen was right. Knowing what he knew now, he could never risk coming back to the BCSS.
It wasn't long before Assessor Palamas came and escorted them to yet another room.
How many rooms does this damned place have? Peter wondered.
It was the most welcoming space Peter had seen thus far in the entire center. It was light and open, with a cozy little couch across from a dark navy leather armchair. Nothing about it felt sinister, stiff, or overly bureaucratic. It was simply comfortable.
The man who entered - carrying yet another packet, of course - seemed pleasant enough. He smiled at them and following Stephen's lead, Peter rose to shake his hand.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "I'm Agent Triplett. Please, have a seat. I'm sure you've had a long morning so I'll do my best to keep this moving along."
"We appreciate it," Stephen said.
The setting this time didn't leave Peter feeling uncomfortable and Triplett was much nicer than Fury had ever been. There didn't seem to be any artifice in the man, though Peter's radar for that was, he would freely admit, terribly unreliable.
"Overall, how would you describe the current state of your marriage?"
Peter looked to Stephen before answering. When he got the nod to go ahead, he did. "I think we're in a good place," he said. "It was a little rough the first couple of months but we figured it out."
"And do you agree with that assessment, Dr. Strange?"
"I do," Stephen answered.
"Well, you might be relieved to know that that sentiment is fairly common in these marriages. It's when couples say they haven't had any rough spots that we start to worry."
He asked them more questions along the lines of "Do you feel the Bureau did an adequate job in preparing you both for your marriage?" and "Have either of you encountered any resistance from others regarding your marriage?" and "What feedback would you like to provide us?"
Peter followed Stephen's lead in answering and as he did so, felt much better about the day's events than he had prior to speaking to Triplett. Stephen keeping a hold of his hand had helped as well.
"Alright then," Triplett said. "That wraps us up for today. You'll receive a letter in the mail summarizing today's check-in and in five months, additional instructions as you approach the year-end mark. If you have any questions, please, don't hesitate to reach out to me personally." He gave Stephen a business card before shaking their hands again and personally escorting them to the front door.
Six months ago, Peter would have given anything to avoid getting in Stephen's Buick. Now, he wanted to dive into the front seat and beg Stephen to never bring them back.
Now, he'd give anything to stay with Stephen, where he was safe.
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#couldntbedamned fic#spiderstrange#stephen strange x peter parker#peter parker x stephen strange#1950s modern fusion au#1950s au#read the fucking tags and warnings#no seriously read them#GGSHB#goodbye grey sky hello blue
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Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 34
Summary: In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.
Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.
It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.
Warnings/AO3 Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is an Adult, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Passive Aggressive Canned Soup, Two Morons Trying to Try Their Best, Borrowing Characters
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Chapter 34
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He woke at four and was quiet as he dressed and left Peter asleep in their suite.
He’d grab a cup of coffee on the road - he had a long day ahead of him.
Only he was greeted at the front door by Tony and Sharon, both wide awake despite the hour. Tony, he’d expected to be awake since the man had the worst sleeping habits of anyone he’d ever met but Sharon?
“Heartburn,” she said in answer to his questioning eyebrow. “And I wanted to give you this.”
She handed him a nondescript black mobile.
“CSB issue, untraceable,” she said. “There will be an identical car at the midway point.”
“Thank you,” he said. “I appreciate your help with this.”
“And that’s our stopping point,” Sharon said with a small smile. “Plausible deniability if worse comes to worst.”
“I’ll be back this afternoon,” he assured them. “Call me if anything comes up. And please,” he looked at Tony. “Take care of Peter.”
“We will,” Tony said. “He’ll be fine.”
He wasn’t used to waking up without Stephen next to him. It only happened once or twice a month - usually because of an overnight or early-morning emergency - since they’d married and he didn’t like the sensation.
At least Stephen had left a note for him.
Peter,
I’ve left for my meeting.
I’ll return sometime before this evening.
Behave.
Stephen
He rolled his eyes at the last line. When didn’t he behave? Sure, he had his moments every now and then but all in all, he didn’t cause Stephen or anyone else problems.
He showered and, realizing that Stephen had left before putting the cage back on him, locked himself back up before he dressed and went to eat breakfast.
He’d gotten used to the feel of it.
Sharon was in the morning room, drinking a cup of hot tea and eating a warmed chocolate croissant that both looked and smelled delicious.
"Good morning," she greeted. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I woke up," he admitted. "It's weird, not waking up before Stephen. Thankfully it doesn't happen that often."
Sharon smiled, took another sip of the tea. "I can't relate," she said. "Tony's sleep schedule is so varied and thanks to my past life I'm a light sleeper." She winced and touched the side of her baby bump. "And this one doesn't seem to think much of sleep, either."
"More kicking practice?" Peter asked.
She nodded, still rubbing. "My internal organs are at Baby Starter's mercy."
Peter surveyed the sideboard and filled his plate with cut fruit, eggs, and fried potatoes. "Do you want anything?" He asked her.
"I wouldn't say no to some of the fruit," she said. "It actually goes pretty well with this damned leaf water Tony keeps foisting on me."
Peter dished some of the fruit onto a small plate and carried it over along with his own. He even poured himself a cup of tea in solidarity.
"In his defense it is good tea," he said after trying it. He’d never minded hot tea though coffee was definitely more aromatic.
She nodded reluctantly. "It really is. We're not telling Tony that, however."
“I’ll take the secret to my grave,” he teased. “He’s left for the office then?”
“He left just before seven this morning. There’s a board meeting he rescheduled since I’m due any day now and he wanted the meeting out of the way.” She glanced at the tennis bracelet watch she wore. “He should be back just after noon.”
“Well, I’m not a genius inventor but I’m happy to visit with you.”
“You’re too sweet for words, Peter,” she said, eyes suspiciously bright.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s funny - before I got married, that definitely wasn’t a sentiment that was applied to me very often. Maybe I’ve mellowed.”
“Oh? What would have been applied to you, then?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “‘Smartass’ and ‘wise guy’ were popular ones. One time my Aunt May’s friend Gilda called me ‘saucy’.” He smirked. “Stephen calls me a brat, but I’m pretty sure he actually likes that about me.”
“He does,” Sharon confirmed. “He really does.”
It was a lazy morning, spent out by the pool with both of them ensuring they were adequately protected with sunscreen, even though they weren’t swimming.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a dip?”
Peter shook his head and turned a page in his book. “No, I’m good. With my luck I’d drown and then there would be an investigation and publicity, and then Stephen would have a bad day…”
Sharon laughed and then cried out. “Ah!”
Peter sat up quickly. “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t say anything, just rubbed her bump, wincing. “Just really active today.”
“Do you want to go inside?”
She started to shake her head and then abruptly nodded. “Yes, I think that would be best.”
Peter helped her up and was about to escort her back inside when he noticed the puddle on the ground beneath the lounge chair and that the back bottom of her yellow caftan was soaked.
Oh, hell.
“We need to call Tony,” he said.
Sharon pulled out her mobile from the pocket of her caftan.
Peter sat her down on a chair after placing a thick towel on it as cover and then pulled out his own mobile to message Stephen.
He heard Sharon speaking to someone at the office, her voice testy.
“I’m aware that he’s in a board meeting. Do you really think I’d be calling if it wasn’t an emergency?” She paused. “Listen. Just get me Pepper. Now.”
“Pep? My water just broke. I’m here at the mansion with Peter. I know Tony’s in with the board, but if you could pass on the message, that would be great.”
She looked at Peter after hanging up. “Tony will be here in probably fifteen minutes.” She smirked as she rested a hand on her bump. “Pepper will be on the warpath if the board even thinks about trying to hold him up.”
“Do we need to call for a driver to take us to the hospital?”
“No, Tony will drive us once he gets here. What I need is help getting into some dry clothes and my go-bag. Can you help me with that?”
Peter was scrambling for the owner’s suite before she even finished the question.
He came back with a dry pink caftan (had she just bought the same thing in multiple colors?), the matching cushioned slippers, and a stuffed overnight bag.
“Oh, there should be one in the nursery, as well,” Sharon said, accepting the dry clothing. “Sorry, my mind is everywhere at the moment.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Tony will be here soon and everything will be great,” Peter said. He left off for the nursery and found the bag waiting on the rocking chair next to the bay window.
When he came back Sharon was still in the soaked gown and clutching her back.
“Can you help me, please?”
He blushed but nodded.
Painfully embarrassed, Peter helped Sharon pull off the yellow caftan and slip on the pink. He could have died when she asked about dry undergarments, but he raced up and back to blindly grab a pair. He kept his eyes averted as he helped her out of the ruined pair and into the dry.
“Are you going to make it?” She asked, once she was decent.
Still blushing, he nodded. “Yes, but let’s maybe not tell Stephen about this?”
“I promise you, he won’t care, but yes, this can stay between us.” She chuckled and then winced, gripping her side.
Tony needed to get here now, he thought.
He wished Stephen was here, too.
What on earth could be more important than this?
The drive to the state of Middle California was uneventful, even with stopping at a shopping center, making a ridiculous few purchases, and swapping vehicles. He'd have to ask Sharon if spy-work was always so boring. He had a feeling the answer was yes.
He drove to a sleepy little suburban block, pulling up to a neat little ranch style brick house with white shutters and a tidy lawn. He parked behind the serviceable Bel Air and kept a pleasant smile on his face when a pretty woman answered the door.
Her honey brown hair was pulled away from her face with a head band that matched the lacy apron she wore over her pink and white gingham dress.
"Vinnie! We're so glad you could make it," she greeted. "Come on in, Rusty is in the kitchen."
Vinnie?
Bemused, he let her urge him inside, noting the secure click of the door lock behind him.
"You even get mail here?" he asked, noticing the bundle in her hand.
The woman rolled her eyes. "My partner enjoys coming up with his covers," she said, the advert-ready smile fading into something more natural as he led him back to the kitchen. A man sat at the table, a laptop in front of him. "I'm SSA Bobbi Morse but the people around here know me as Katelin Frayer, homemaker and shuffleboard enthusiast."
Stephen did smile at that.
"I take it you're Rusty?" he asked the man.
"Rusty Peltzer," he said. He wore a mechanic's jumpsuit that had oil stains in several places and sturdy black boots that had Stephen wincing in sympathy for the carpet if he didn't bother taking them off before walking in the rest of the house. Peter would probably murder him if he ever tried something like that - especially in their dining room. "Otherwise known as SSA Lance Hunter."
Stephen glanced around the kitchen. "Not a bad set-up, I'm assuming."
Lance shrugged. "It's suiting our purposes for the time being," he said. "And given our CO's attachment to this case they've sprung for just about anything we could need."
"Carter mentioned something about that," he said.
"How is Sharon?" Bobbi asked. "I miss going on missions with her. It's hard to believe I'll be retired just like her in a couple of years."
"She's glowing," he said. Sure, these agents knew her, but he wasn't going to give them specifics. Doctor-Patient confidentiality and all.
Lance snorted. "She's probably been ready to pop the tyke out since she got up the duff."
Well, the man wasn't wrong about that. (Did Sharon and Peter think they were the only two people making cross-country mobile calls? He'd talked with Tony plenty.)
"That kid is going to be something the world isn't ready for," Bobbi said. "A Stark is one thing, but adding in Sharon's genetics?" She shook her head with a fond smile.
"Probably," Lance agreed. He shut the laptop and focused on Stephen. "So, we have a civilian in our base that apparently wants a meeting with one of the CSB's most wanted. Why? Why should we trust you?"
"Sharon vouched for him," Bobbi reminded Lance.
"Sure, but why? Why do you care what the CSB does with Quentin Beck?"
"Back in August I selected a spouse through the BCSS," Stephen started.
"And we're happy for you," Lance cut in.
"My spouse was only with the BCSS because he was targeted by Beck and lost everything. Beck ruined his life. I suppose I want to ask the man why."
"I can tell you why. The man's a psychopath," Lance said flippantly.
"We can let you talk to him, but you can't hurt him," Bobbi said. "And we're not leaving you alone with him, either."
"He's just going to lie," Lance told Stephen. "He's damn good at it."
Stephen pulled out a small leather case from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to Bobbi.
"I'm not worried about him lying."
Bobbi opened the case and her eyes went wide. "Well damn, Doc."
Curious, Lance stood so he could peer at the contents of the case. "I suppose it takes all kinds," he said.
It surprised the hell out of Peter that Tony was so calm.
The man had arrived and driven the three of them not to a hospital like he'd been expecting, but a birthing center. Sharon was shown to a suite that was a mix of something out of a science fiction comic and one of those Graceful Housekeeping magazines his Aunt May used to read.
"No hospital?" he asked Tony as a nurse got Sharon settled.
Tony shook his head. "We did all the research and Sharon's obstetrician has attending privileges here. They focus on the mother, not just the baby." He smiled. "And Stephen already gave his seal of approval, even though he trusts Sharon's doctor implicitly."
Peter nodded. "Sorry, I just, I don't know... I've been worried. I'm not trying to be a pain."
"You're not a pain and honestly, it's kind of nice that I'm not the frazzled one. I know I've been driving Sharon nuts with all of my plans and contingencies but now that we're finally here I'm actually steady."
Peter snorted. "You're not the one who has to do all the hard work."
"Oh, and she'll never let me forget it, I'm sure," Tony agreed. He clapped a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Thanks for taking care of her today. It means more to me than I can say."
“She’d do the same for me,” Peter said.
The nurse called Tony back to the alcove where Sharon was resting on the maternity bed and after choosing a selection from the bookcase's offerings, Peter took a seat in one of the suite's recliners. He wasn't sure just how interesting Foundation would be, but it had to be a better read than Prenatal Perineal Secrets: How to Stretch for Success.
He wasn't sure just what his part in today would be but he figured if either of them needed coffee or a listening ear, he could provide that.
Bobbi led him down to the basement where in a locked room, sat the man who'd unknowingly changed Stephen's life.
Quentin Beck was about what he was expecting. Although he was bound to the steel chair Stephen could tell that the man was tall. Even though his dark hair was in need of a wash and his beard a good trim, it was easy to see how others would find him handsome and charming. His eyes, though... Beck's eyes weren't right.
"A visitor!" the man said with false cheer. "And here I thought this place didn't have all the amenities." He looked to Morse. "I'm not interested in talking."
"You don't have a choice," she said.
"And who are you?" Beck asked, sneering. "And why should I talk to you?"
"My name is Dr. Stephen Strange. I'm married to Peter Parker."
"Oh, a doctor?," Beck drawled. "My word, little Petey really did land on his feet, didn't he? I wondered just where he'd disappeared off to. I'd been hoping I could track him back down once all of this is over."
Stephen didn't like the sound of that at all. Beck would never get near Peter again.
"He has a good life now," Stephen said. "Unlike what you're going to have."
"Keep telling yourself that," Beck said with a snort. "I have friends in high places."
Bobbi let out a laugh. "Is that what you think? You're going into a deep, dark hole and never coming back out."
"She's right," Lance said, coming down the stairs to join them.
"We'll see." The man shrugged as much as his bindings allowed and focused his attention back on Stephen. "So, go ahead and ask me what you want to ask."
"Why Peter? Why target someone who was all but broke?"
Beck laughed. "Are you joking? That kid was worth millions and would have been worth so much more. That organic bandage that he talked about in his paper on wound care was going to change everything - I saw the scars from where he tested it on himself. It wasn't just a theory. But he never wrote the damn formula down. I tried everything I could think of to get him to part with it - I even tried to seduce him. The damned brat was just too damned stubborn and insistent on waiting for that special someone. So, I cut my losses and took his money instead: his aunt's life insurance payout and the keys to access his parents' five million dollar CSB payouts when the time came."
All of what Beck said caught Stephen's attention but he focused on the last part. "His parents weren't agents," he said. They'd been administrative workers, according to Peter's profile. Sure, there would have been life insurance but millions?
Beck snorted. "The CSB likes to give its agents cover stories, but Richard and Mary Parker were operatives. They didn't just happen to be on the bridge when it collapsed. The bridge collapsed because those two were on it. And they'd directed that money the CSB pays out to their son couldn't be accessed until he was twenty-one. So I took that information and figured I'd give it a few years. It's not like he could keep it now, even when he does turn twenty-one, considering he's a selected spouse." Beck smirked. "They don't get many rights, those spouses of yours."
Beck reclined as much as he was able, secured to the chair. "He did pretty well for himself, all things considered. He married a surgeon! All he has to do is tolerate you for a year then he’s free! But who knows, maybe he'll be desperate enough to stay."
Stephen's blood boiled, which was an odd feeling considering his cold fury.
He slowly stood and shrugged out of his blazer. Folding it neatly, he draped it over his chair, removed his tie, and began to unbutton his sleeves.
"Oh, you're going to hit me?" Beck taunted. "Whatever happened to 'do no harm'?"
"Every doctor interprets their oath in their own way. For me personally... We're in Middle California. My license isn't valid here so for all intents and purposes, I'm not a doctor at the moment."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Beck said, though there was something like fear in his eyes. "Do you really think he's worth doing this for?"
Stephen withdrew the syringe and vial from the case he’d tucked in his jacket pocket. He prepped the needle with the contents of the vial. After eying it carefully he gently flicked the glass to remove any bubbles. "My husband is worth everything."
Beck started to struggle in his restraints as Stephen approached him. Bobbi and Lance held him still.
"Now, I haven't had to worry about injecting anything since my residency days, but I'd imagine it's like riding a bicycle."
"What the hell is in that?" Beck demanded, eyes even more crazed.
"Sodium piothental," Stephen said. "With a dash of midazolam. Both are safe in controlled doses under the careful eye of a professional." He pushed up the sleeve of the t-shirt Beck wore. "But as we've discussed... I'm not a doctor at the moment." He squeezed the muscle, holding the skin taut and injected the contents of the syringe.
Beck looked wildly between Lance and Bobbi. "What the hell?"
"It's crazy how some detainees will do anything to get a fix," Lance said to Bobbi, ignoring Beck.
"Absolutely tragic," Bobbi deadpanned.
Stephen tucked the syringe and vial back in the case then made a show of checking his watch. "We'll give it a few minutes." He looked at the agents. "Is there anything to drink in this place?"
Bobbi perked up. "Oh! I make the best lemonade. Come on up!"
Lance rolled his eyes but nodded. "She really does."
The three went upstairs, ignoring Beck's shouts and cursing.
Peter had been in a visitor’s waiting room for a few hours. He’d picked up another book to read (an absolutely terrible slice-of-life romance) and kept to himself. Once he’d gone to grab coffee and a snack for Tony, promising Sharon he’d bring her all the food she could stand once the nurses cleared it.
At one point Tony came outside to update him on her progress before returning to Sharon's side.
Mostly, Peter was just alone.
He sent another message to Stephen letting him know that they were at the birthing center and that Sharon was in labor.
There was no response.
Peter finished the book and selected another. He was halfway through before Tony called him back in.
Tony was beaming while Sharon was sitting up in the bed, looking exhausted but radiant. Under a rose pink blanket, she held a dark haired infant against her bare chest.
They introduced their daughter to Peter.
“Oh, wow,” Peter breathed out. “She’s amazing.”
“Yes, she is,” Tony agreed, gaze intent on the sight of his wife and baby.
Sharon looked up at Tony. “I want that burger.”
Peter laughed. “You two stay here and I’ll order you both some food, okay?”
“Grab something for yourself, too,” Tony said. “Have them charge it to the room.”
Peter did just that, ordering two cheeseburgers with sweet potato fries, side Cardini salads, and slices of chocolate cake for the parents along with a grilled cheese and cup of tomato soup for himself.
The lady in the cafeteria, Beth, laughed when she got the order. “It’s always fun to see what meals the new mothers first order once they’re free to eat what they want again!”
Peter grinned. “She only asked for the burger but I figured she deserved some cake as well.”
Beth nodded. “Yes, she definitely does. We’ll have everything delivered to suite twelve when it’s ready.”
Peter thanked her and went back to the suite. He checked his watch and sighed. It was nearly seven in the evening. Still no word from Stephen.
Peter let Tony and Sharon know that their food would be delivered and returned to his station in the waiting room. The obstetrician was in with the small family and Peter didn't want to be in the way.
The drive back to the mid point passed him by as if he wasn't really there. His mind was turning over what he'd learned out of Beck once he'd gone back downstairs to question the man... with some assistance from Bobbi and Lance.
Outside of the injection, he hadn't laid a hand on the man, no matter how desperately he'd wanted to throttle him until all life left the crazed blue eyes. Instead, the agents overseeing his temporary captivity used some of their tricks to encourage the sharing of information. It had been unsettling to be party to and at one point he'd had to stop himself from returning upstairs to vomit.
But he had the information he needed and Bobbi and Lance had promised they'd retrieve the data keys that Beck had stolen and send them on to Stephen.
”That kid was worth millions and would have been worth so much more.”
”The damned brat was just too damned stubborn and insistent on waiting for that special someone.”
“My husband is worth everything.”
Those were the most honest words he’d ever spoke.
Stephen parked at the same shopping center, returned his purchases, and left in the car he'd swapped out that morning. His mobile had a score of messages, most from Tony letting him know that Sharon was the birthing center... Sharon was in labor... asking how he was supposed to handle this... marveling at how strong Sharon was... no, wait, she was angry at him and telling him he could never touch her again... Sharon had had the baby. His messages ended with "Come and meet your goddaughter."
Glad the cloak-and-dagger bit was over, Stephen did just that.
He'd figure out what to do with what he'd learned later.
When he arrived at the birthing center, Peter was curled up in one of the guest recliners, fast asleep.
"He's had a long day," Tony said fondly, embracing him. "But we were so glad to have him around. He really helped Sharon out this morning."
Stephen looked over at his sleeping husband. "He's pretty wonderful like that."
Tony clapped a hand on Stephen's shoulder. "Come and meet her."
He followed Tony back to where Sharon sat up in her bed holding the baby in her arms.
"Did you get what you needed?" Sharon asked.
He nodded. "Yes, but there are far more important things to discuss at the moment," he said. "Who is this little lady?"
Sharon smiled and motioned him closer. "Meet Jamie," she said, handing him the swaddled infant.
"Jamie?"
Tony grinned proudly. "Stephanie James Stark."
Stephen tried the name out. "It's perfect," he said.
"Just like Jamie," Sharon agreed. "We figured who better to honor than her two godfathers?"
"Rhodey will be here next week; unfortunately he can't just abandon mission and come straight here. It's frowned upon or treasonous or something."
"Or something," Stephen said quietly. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was just so little. Her eyes were scrunched tight and she let out a yawn. "She's beautiful," he whispered.
"Well, she takes after me, so of course she is," Tony said. "I'll have her building circuit boards in no time."
"Or learning the names of every bone in the body," Stephen suggested.
"Or she'll be doing whatever makes her happy and the two of you will just have to deal with it." Stephen glanced at Sharon, who was looking at him and Tony as if she were entirely unimpressed.
"Or that," Tony agreed easily. He checked his watch. "It's late. You should wake Peter and head back to the mansion. We have some check-ins with the obstetrician and pediatrician in the morning but we'll be up for visitors in the afternoon."
That sounded perfect. He carefully handed the sleeping Jamie over to Sharon. "I'm so happy for you two."
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