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papuhater · 9 months

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EXACTLY WHAT YOU RUN FROM YOU END UP CHASING

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚a/n i hate my writing. ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ cw: reader knows spanish, this is shitty ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ pairing: miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader

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things became better, for miguel and for y/n.

sun seemed brighter, and it didn't hurt their eyes, the fragrance of flowers seemed to have a deeper smell, to have a story in between the petals.

"okay, okay, okay" she breathed out while laughing "so you" she signaled miguel, not her miguel "are telling me, that you once shaved your hair off?!" she chuckled, struggling to breathe

"it was a tradition, a ritual when you entered la universidad " he tried defending himself, really embarrassed about it

"but still, a tradition might be having a party, or inheriting something" she explained "not shaving your head!" she tried to hold in her laugh, miguel huffed and looked away.

"at least i burnt any evidence of it, so no one will believe you"

"what are you talking about boss? i have the picture right here!" lyla appeared and held up a phone, with a picture of a younger miguel, with a shaved head

"lyla!" he yelled, trying to catch the artificial inteligence y/n was hollering in laughter,, trying to compose herself

"lyla send me that picture."

"no!"

"done, miss ninety nine!"

"NO!" she laughed when he tried to reach for her phone

"calmate miggy" she made a reference to luis miguel with the name, which irked miguel as she ran and held her phone tighly "your secret is safe with me" he grunted and tried to grab her

"and the whole spider society"

"NO!" he roared, he ran, grabbed her, and webbed her like a cocoon

"hey!" he plucked the phone out of her grasp and deleted the picture. he felt weird when he saw the background picture, it was him and her, in their wedding, she looked beautiful and well, he looked diferent, he looked slimmer, and lean, less than bulky.

it was a weird and a churning feeling in his guts

as if he wondered what would've happened if he was the one who met y/n first, before miguel b.

"you done with deleting the picture?"

"yes" he let her go.

life for y/n was getting more complicated

well, more complicated than her double life as a spider 99.

miguel had invited been invited to a gala, which meant that she had to go dress shopping, and who was best to ask than the variant of her husband? she wanted to surprise her miguel with a dress he would like, and she hoped that maybe maybe,

her miguel would be her's again.

"which store should we go to first?" he grunted, he was wearing a leather jacket and a baseball cap, plain jeans and a scowl "i don't want to be confused with me of here."

“ay Miguel, have some patience will you?” she breathed out, while glaring at him

“i’m just saying, what’s so special about this gala?” he pushed his aviator glasses down his nose, and looked into her eyes, his brown reddish hue staring in a questioning manner.

“i just wanna go pretty ¿sabes?” she tried to excuse herself, but his pupils minimized, as if he was trying to catch any glint of dishonesty in her gaze, but after holding it for some seconds, he blinked and looked away.

“fine, let’s get you the stupid dress”

as they walked around the mall, they saw some alternatives, some better some worse, but none catched their eye.

miguel sat in one of the couches while people wait for their partners, friends or even relatives to come out of the dressing room, he was sitting in a comfortable position, his leg crossed ninety degrees against his other leg, where his foot rested, he was waiting for y/n to come out, she had chosen a variety of dresses, of colors and types of material, she came out in various, she looked good in everyone, the problem was that the dress wasn’t perfect.

miguel rested his chin in his fist, looking away while waiting for her to come out but one thing roamed his mind

why was y/n so worried about the dress?

was it that she was genuinely interested in looking good?

or was it for her husband?

at the thought of that, miguel pursed his lips

he definitely didn’t liked her husband

“miguel?”

he snapped out of his trance and entered another one,

you looked beautiful.

“is it good?”

“it’s perfect” he stood up and faced her, the normally confident and intimidating líder suddenly felt too big and tall to exist, so he quickly grabbed two flats and two high heels

“w-which one?” she smiled and choose the shoes she wanted

“thanks for accompanying me miguel, you’re a real one” she laughed, while miguel carried her dress and shoes in the bag, they walked across the mall while talking

“don’t worry about it.” he simply said, still awkward from the moment he saw her in the dress, it was the perfect one.

“how about we go to eat? my treat” she smiled he nodded while looking down, they walked a bit more while she talked about her interests and her work life, when they passed a shoe store, he saw something that made his mouth go

“no fucking way” she stopped talking and looked where his gaze rested “is that..”

“some jordans?”

“no no no” he corrected her, while looking flabbergasted “those are the prowler j’s! i loved them as a kid” he rambled “I always wanted to buy ones but when I finally got enough money to buy them they were canceled!” y/n could bet that he had stars in his eyes

after some moments in silence she said

“c‘mon, miggy, let’s get them” while grinning, she walked to the store’s door and miguel followed her, as they entered the store, they were greeted by millions of shoes that were canceled in miguel’s dimension.

“you don’t have my size?” he asked intimidatingly to the helper

“sadly no sir, but we have these other ones” he showed while slightly trembling

“it’s okay” he said while looking away, if you squinted enough at him you could see a pout. she smiled at the helper

“thank you”

“c’mon miguel I have the thing that’ll cheer you right up”

“no no wait, you’re telling me that miguel b, is me but, a snob?” he asked laughing at y/n while eating in a hamburger restaurant, each one was eating a hamburger (vegan if you want, and with no bacon cuz I like to be inclusive like that)

“sadly, it seems that in this dimension, your father took you in, and as a reaction-“

“my dna never got altered, but wait, how did you became a spider ninety nine?”

“alchemax never learns, they tried experimenting on spiders again, and surprise surprise! one got away and bit me while i was on tour with my college.”

“ah” he ate a fry “so, how did you and miguel meet?”

“we were like peter parker and harry osborn” she sipped her drink and moved her hand as a way of explaining “y’know what happened, friends blah blah rivals blah lovers, bam! married.”

"and how are you guys right now?"

"well" and the dishonesty was clear in his face

"thanks for accompanying me, miggs."

"no problem, just" he sighed "stay out of trouble, okay?"

they awkwardly waved and walked away.

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starksvinyls · 9 months

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Title: Shoot To Thrill Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Foot Jobs (sort of lol), Dry Humping, 5 + 1 Things Summary: Peter has an exhibition kink. Tony takes full advantage…or at least tries to. Or: the 5 times they’re interrupted and the 1 time they’re not. Notes: this fills square B2 'exhibitionism' on my @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo card! AO3 Link

one.

Peter’s moan turned into a groan of pain when the back of his head hit the wall. It wasn’t enough to deter Tony, though, who was doing an impression of a vampire on Peter’s neck, doing his best to turn the pale skin a deeper shade of red with every suck and nip. His fingers were threaded through Tony’s salt and pepper hair, holding his older lover in place. The din from the living room was loud in Peter’s ears from around the corner where they were hidden in the hallway, and he knew they were going to have to make this quick so none of the others would get suspicious. That was probably a moot point with Natasha, though, she knew everything.

A muscled thigh was shoved between Peter’s legs and he ground down, moaning again at the pressure on his hard cock. There were two super soldiers in the living room, and Peter knew they could probably hear him moaning, but it just ratcheted up the heat pooling in his belly. The idea of getting caught…the idea of doing things right in front of people, for all to watch - god.

“C’mon, honey,” Tony rumbled against Peter’s neck. “Get yourself off.”

Peter was hasty to comply, working his hips faster and faster, grinding on Tony’s jean clad thigh. He was so close already, the noise from the living room urging him along. He’s on the cusp, he could feel it tingling in his belly-

He shoved Tony off, the man nearly colliding with the opposite wall. He looked back at Peter in confusion before Clint appeared around the corner.

“Are you two coming, or what?”

Peter had to bite his lip and turn his head away to keep from laughing at the archer’s word choice.

“Yeah, yeah, Legolas,” Tony drawled. “Don’t get your arrows in a twist.”

two.

The alcove Tony had drug Peter to was dark, the noise from the charity gala in the ballroom was muffled even to Peter’s enhanced hearing. His back was pressed against a pillar and Tony was working his belt open.

“Gonna jerk you off, baby,” The belt buckle clanged as it fell open. “And you’re going to cum in your underwear and then go back to the party and pretend that you haven’t been naughty.”

Peter moaned. “Please, Tony, god.”

Tony smirked and pulled Peter’s zipper down so he could get his hand in Peter’s pants. “Do you think they’ll be able to tell, huh? Think they’ll all know what a dirty boy you are, getting off knowing people could hear you, could see you?”

Another moan, this one higher, more like a whine, escaped Peter and he pushed his hips forward as warm rough fingers wrapped around Peter’s hard cock. Tony got in two strokes before a door down the hall banged open, the cacophony from the ballroom getting louder for a moment before the door shut again. Then there were heels clicking on the floor, growing closer.

Both men groaned and righted themselves.

three.

They were in the lab, this time, and it had started out innocent enough. They were working on their suits, and Peter had the specs for his web shooters of the Iron Spider suit pulled up. After hours of work, Peter had finally had a breakthrough on how to get them to be more streamlined with the rest of the suit. He whooped in joy and Tony came over to see what he had done.

“So smart, baby,” Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s temple.

Peter smiled wide, turning to kiss Tony properly. When he pulled back, he could see heat in Tony’s eyes.

“Your brain turns me on.”

It wasn’t the first time Peter had heard some iteration of that from Tony, but it never got old, it always made warmth pool in his belly. Tony crowded Peter up against the holo table he had been working at and reached for Peter’s hips, holding him in place to give him another kiss - not that Peter would go any where. He would happily accept all kisses from Tony, thank you very much.

“I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.” Tony took a half step back and then dropped down onto a low stool he had hooked with his foot and drug over.

His knees were too bad for the hard concrete floor of the lab anymore, but they made it work. Peter wasted no time in undoing the button and zip of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs, ignoring Tony’s soft chuckle and whisper of eager.

The lab��s glass walls weren’t frosted over in privacy mode, anyone would see what they were doing if they happened to walk by, but that just made Peter harder. It would be so easy for someone to see as Tony took Peter into his mouth, sinking as far as he could go in one smooth movement. Peter’s legs shook, and he gripped the edge of the table.

Tony set a steady rhythm bobbing his head, flicking his tongue along Peter’s slit every time he pulled back; that was playing dirty, he knew that would get Peter off the fastest. Suddenly he could hear heels clicking down the hall.

“Shit, someone’s coming.” He panted, trying to get Tony to pull off.

The older man didn’t, he bobbed his head a few more times, keeping eye contact with Peter. The younger moaned, hearing whoever it was getting closer and closer to the lab. God, would they be caught? Would whoever it was see what they were doing and be disgusted? Or would they stop to watch?

“Tony-”

Tony pulled off and wheeled back over to his own work station. Peter quickly did up his pants, trying to hide his erection by tucking it up under the waistband of his briefs, just as the lab door slid open and Pepper walked in, staring down at the tablet in her hands as she called out to Tony.

four.

Director Fury was talking, and Peter really tried to pay attention, but there was a sock clad foot rubbing over his erection. He glanced over at Tony, still trying to appear as if he was paying attention to the briefing, and could see the man blatantly staring at him. They were sitting kitty corner to each other and Tony was slightly slumped back in his chair in order to reach Peter with his foot.

Peter was doing to best to swallow all the noises that were trying their damndest to escape as Tony curled his toes to pet over the head of Peter’s cock through his suit. They were at the back of the room, and everyone’s attention was faced forward, on Fury, but the idea that any of them could look back and just know sent a shot of electricity down Peter’s spine.

Another curl of Tony’s toes and Peter’s hand was shooting down to grab Tony’s foot and hold him in place. If he moved again, there was a very really possibility that Peter would cum in his Spidey suit and it was impossible to hide that, he knew from experience. They were about to head out on a mission, there was no way he would have time to clean himself up before they needed to be on the QuinJet.

Peter could see Tony smirking out of the corner of his eye. The man slowly started to move his foot again, causing Peter to make a surprised noise, that he quickly covered with an awkward cough when everyone turned to look at him. Sure, he liked the fantasy of being caught, of putting on a show, but not in the middle of a meeting!

“S-sorry, Director.”

Fury eyed him, and then went back to explaining the intel they had received the night before. Peter turned to glare at Tony for almost getting him in trouble at work, but the man just grinned and dropped his leg.

five.

The honking of New York City traffic surrounded them as they headed towards another gala. Happy was up front, cursing idiot drivers under his breath as he navigated the streets. Tony was typing away on his phone, no doubt answering last minute emails from Pepper. Peter reached across the backseat and rested his hand on Tony’s thigh, just a hey, I’m here. The older man, dropped one hand down from his phone and rested it on top of Peter’s. Hey, back.

As they moved through another intersection, it seemed the traffic was getting worse, and Peter sat back and let himself relax. Galas weren’t his favorite thing in the world, but he knew he was expected at at least a few a year as Tony’s Stark’s significant other, though Tony kept telling him to screw what those people think. Peter was still having a hard time with not letting what others thought of him affect him sometimes.

Peter was pulled from his thoughts by a hand creeping over his crotch. He turned his head to see Tony had scooched closer on the seat, and had put the partition up. Peter’s breath hitched. Happy knew exactly what they were doing when they put the partition up, it wasn’t exactly sound proofed and Peter could get loud. The man never said anything, though, would just give them each the stink eye before wandering off.

Peter flushed thinking about how Happy was right there and could hear everything and knew. God, that always made heat simmer in Peter’s belly when they did this. Not to mention the passengers of other cars on the road. The windows were tinted enough that at night there was no way to see in, but during the day, there was a chance if someone were to look hard enough.

In his distracted state, Peter didn’t even realize that Tony had undone his slacks. He lifted his hips just enough to slide the material down enough to free his cock, which was rapidly hardening. Tony took his in hand and started a fast pace rhythm, Peter wondered if they were near the museum the gala was being held at, or if Tony was just being quick because he had other ideas.

Tony started up with filthy words intermingled with praise whispered into Peter’s ear, making the younger shudder, and his hips jerk up, chasing the sensations of Tony’s work rough hand. He was so close already, the spider DNA making him extra sensitive for the first orgasm - Tony could usually wring three or four out of him when they weren’t being interrupted.

Peter was sure he jinxed it with that thought because there was a knock on the partition, the signal that they had arrived. Peter’s head fell back, thumping on the headrest. Tony actually had to give a speech tonight, which meant no playing. Peter wouldn’t get to cum until they got home, or unless he snuck off to a bathroom.

They hastily straightened their suits and then Happy was there, opening the door at the curb to the flash bulbs of many cameras lining the red carpet into the museum.

+ one

The dressing room of the boutique was small, only a curtain separating them from the other shoppers and employees; a simple cream colored curtain was all that kept everyone in the store from seeing Peter on his knees, Tony Stark’s cock down his throat.

Tony had come into the dressing room under the guise of helping Peter with a complicated bondage-esq looking shirt, and within a minute Peter was on his knees and sucking Tony’s cock down to the root.

Gentle hands ran through Peter’s hair, pausing to cup the back of his head for a moment after every pass. Peter loved how gentle Tony could be with him, but he also loved when the man got rough. Peter could take a lot more than the average human, and they had taken full advantage of that once they figured it out. Now, the softness was just what Peter needed, a reminder that while they were doing something risky, Tony would take care of him no matter what.

Peter bobbed his head, saliva pooling in his mouth and starting to leak around Tony’s cock, making Tony groan softly.

“Such a good boy,” He whispered, staring down at Peter with nothing but love in his eyes.

The younger man dug the heel of his hand into this crotch, trying to relieve the pressure on his aching cock. The combination of the cock in his mouth and the fact that they could get caught at any moment, plus knowing that as soon as they walked out of the dressing room that the sales women would know what they had been doing, was making Peter so hard. He moaned around Tony and looked up through his lashes at the older man.

“Oh, Christ.” Tony swore, gripping Peter’s hair a bit tighter and shallowly thrusting his hips, chasing his release.

Peter knelt there obediently, waiting for Tony to cum down his throat. A few sharp thrusts, and the bitterness was hitting the back of Peter’s tongue. With one last press of his hand to his dick, he came in his underwear.

When they walked out, Peter was flushed, but grinning as he carried his items to the counter. Tony paid for everything and then slipped the embarrassed looking girl a crisp $100 bill with a wink. Peter giggled as they headed to the car.

#sfsummerbingo23 #starker #ironspider #starker fic #peter parker x tony stark #starksvinyls fic

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real-jane · 2 years

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poorly disguised

[college!steve rogers x reader]

summary: steve has the same routine every party--hang out with her, stay out of trouble. except it's halloween, and he can't hide how he feels anymore.

warnings: brief angst, and then fluff to rot your teeth. steve is dumb.

a/n: this is pure unhinged silliness. enjoy!

“You look like death warmed over.”

Your voice makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in a way that the fake blood and plastic skeletons fail to; Steve smirks at the empty red cup he’s had clutched in his fist for forty-five minutes so nobody would push him, but then… your finger curls over the lip and you giggle.

“What a party animal.” You flop onto the couch between Steve and a couple who are probably dressed as Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, but it’s hard to tell the way their limbs are intertwined as they suck face. Your arrival jolts the couple and the wolf huffs, dragging his companion off towards the stairs, which are laden with fake spider webs and streamers. The second half of the couch is empty, but you remain plastered to Steve’s side. He clears his throat.

“‘M trying to keep my scholarship,” he mumbles.

“What?” You feign shock. “Don’t tell me Captain Rogers is a goody-two-shoes.” The tease in your tone has no bite to it. You’ve spoken before about how you both hate to drink at house parties, how much it sucks to be pulled into a big event and then abandoned by the people who dragged you there, only to usher them home to their beds. But it’s also why he got to know you. It’s the same routine at every party.

Steve shows up early to scope out a seat and grab a cup. You arrive with your Sorority sisters several hours later, and keep them from hounding him (as they are wont to do, especially after a big game) by being his shadow. You both stay sober, you both show up to class like clockwork, and keep your scholarships.

Trouble is, in all that time… in all the hundreds of Greek-life soirees and fetes and parties and galas and hootenannies and bashes and dances… Steve has become addicted to the feeling of you at his elbow, and there is nothing-but-nothing equal to the little bit of glee which rises in his chest when you arrive, and find him, and tease him. Nobody gets away with making fun of the star quarterback except this girl. And it has to end, because the team has figured him out. It had to end sooner or later, but Steve really thought he’d make it to graduation without having to say goodbye to his crush. But he got caught smiling at you in the stands during the season opener, and that was all it took for someone to call him out in the huddle–Tony, fucker–and the team to dog-pile him with teasing so ruthless that he actually snapped. At the wide-eyed freshman kicker, no less. God, if you only knew the shit they said…

He came to this party fully cognizant that this would be the last time he’d torture himself.

“Nice costume.”

He starts. “I hate Halloween,” he says softly. You are shoved further into his side by two of your Sorority sisters hopping onto the couch beside you to gossip, neither of whom pay you or Steve any mind. You curl your fingers around his elbow.

“Jesus,” you breathe, by way of an apology for nearly sitting on his lap. “You okay, Cap?”

Steve takes a deep breath. He has a choice: ruin your night by being a dick right now, and driving you away for good in the middle of a costume party, or… have the best last night with you possible. He lifts his head to meet your eyes. You’re centimeters away from him, then.

“What’re you drinkin’?” he asks softly.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re serious.”

“It’s Friday.”

“We don’t do all this–” you gesture around you.

“Why not? Shit, we don’t have any more Halloweens left in our college career, and I’m bored as hell… no offense.”

You smile and shrug. “I’m not the life of the party, I’ll admit it. You really wanna get drunk.”

“Nah–well. Tipsy, alright, I don’t wanna throw up in the kitchen sink.”

You smack his arm. “I had food poisoning, asshole!”

“Yet you still showed.”

“It was Valentine’s Day! I couldn’t let you fend for yourself! Besides–you literally carried me home.”

“Right. And I don’t have much confidence that you could do the same if our roles were reversed.”

“I’m strong.”

“Prove it.”

You spring from the couch to prove your might, and only then does Steve realize that you are, in fact, wearing a costume. Yes indeed, you sure are. A blue uniform (very loose in the shoulders given the lack of pads) with a big red shield and a white star across the chest. Fishnets–red ones–up to mid-thigh, where they are hanging on for dear life by the grip of a red garter belt. And either red booty shorts, or straight up panties for bottoms. Steve is pretty sure you have something on your feet which resembles shoes, but he doesn’t dare look down for fear of having to drag his eyes back up again.

You realize he’s staring at you and you look down. “What–you hate it.”

“I–you’re…”

“I’m you.”

Gingerly, you turn your back to him so he can see for himself… his last name emblazoned across your shoulders. But not like how his looks on his official jersey, screen printed… no, like it’s deliberately hand-sewn the way all you sorority girls make your sweatshirts, like it took you days of stitching to bedazzle the letters.

Steve decidedly does not hate it. The quarterback is dumbstruck. He’s… how can you be so perfect, when he has to end all this? This is the kind of girl he could never deserve. God–he’s wasted so much of your time. He swallows hard.

“I dunno, I thought my Slutty Steve Rogers costume was a hit.” The gentle smile pulling at your lips makes him wet his own, anxiously. “Fuck, you do hate it–I’ll put on my coat, I’m so sorry–”

Steve’s hand catches your elbow before his brain can make a more coherent choice. He shakes his head. Words aren’t something he can muster–not when he’s trying to talk his dick down. So he just squeezes your arm and nods towards the kitchen. You slide your arm through his grip and pull him behind you, fingers laced with his. He is helpless to do anything else but follow. The house is packed with writhing bodies in various states of undressed and undead drunkenness, so much so that grips your hand like a vice, or else he’d surely be pulled under by the tide of newly-arrived freshman pledges.

You duck through a plastic curtain which looks like a witch’s mouth, and into the kitchen… which is filled with smoke from a fog machine and a spastically strobing light, but blessedly people-free. The counter is littered with bottles and fixins of all sorts. You laugh at the spread.

“Pick your poison!” you shout, over the dissonant organ music, which seems to be coming out of an air vent above the fridge. You use your clasped hands to point at a handle of vodka. “I’m probably gonna do vodka and cranberry juice. Basic, I know.”

Steve shrugs. “Sure.”

“Basic bitch with me?”

“Let’s do it.”

You relinquish his hand and set about finding your own cup. With a marker, you write on the cups–Steve Rogers and Sexy Stevie. When you’ve mixed two very strong vodka-crans, you hand him the Sexy cup, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“What?” you giggle, knocking your cup against his.

Steve shakes his head at you and matches your deep first sip. He coughs. You don’t, so you grin. “Are we playing games, or what?”

“‘M banned from beer pong, but I’d do something else.”

“Why? Quarterback advantage?”

Steve winces. “No, uh… when I partied a lot, still. I sorta broke the big table at the Kappa house.”

“Shit,” she says, coughing. “That was you?”

“Technically it was Bucky jumping to catch the ball, but…” Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah. We’re both blacklisted. That’s why I stopped drinking so much.”

“Here I am, bullying you into it–”

“No, no. I’ll do it with you,” he says, a little too quickly. “Just not like I used to. The guys are too rowdy and I get sucked back into it too easy. I don’t like that guy I become.”

“Hmm. I really thought you were just kinda…”

“Boring?”

“No!” you laugh.

He smiles. “I did hear a rumor about bobbing for apples in the backyard though.”

“How are you at catching fruit with your teeth, big guy?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Come on, Rogers.” He pushes past you towards the back door, and he can’t help but smile when your fist curls into the back of his shirt to stay with him. The moment you step into the back yard, you’re hit with the frosty air. Your gasp makes him wheel on you, which in turn causes you to bump into his chest.

“Too cold for ladies without pants on,” he says firmly.

You shake your head frantically. “It’s refreshing!”

“You wanna dunk your head in some cold water and then get back to me?”

“No, I wanna watch you dunk your head in water, while I stay dry and warm.”

Steve shucks his coat. “You get sick in this coat and you’re dead to me.”

“What a gentleman,” you snicker. But you take the coat happily and slip your arms through the sleeves, leaving Steve to stand before you in just his long-sleeve henley… flushed under your watchful eye, and plenty warm enough for the both of you as a result.

***

Drink three marks trouble for Steve’s plan to end this little arrangement between you. He can’t remember drink two, mostly because he spent it winning a three-legged race by literally lifting you and running and then soaking up the glory of your win–namely, a cauldron full of something which tasted like apple cider and at least a handle of bourbon. Luckily you shared it (pouring it half-and-half into your cups), because it was strong. But on the third drink… his hands are magnetized to you. And you don’t seem to notice, or if you do, you sure are pretending not to. You flit around the party as Steve One and Steve Two, and always with Steve’s arm around your shoulder or hands at your hips, or eyes staring at your mouth. Are his teammates there, he wonders? Who knows!

And then you declare yourself tired and slip out of the backyard so quick that Steve has to run to catch up, with two overflowing candy bags in hand.

“Hey! You can’t walk alone, okay?” he huffs, catching up to you as you trace cracks in the sidewalk with your toes.

“Oh Stevie,” you croon. “We both knew I was going home alone. Huh?” You turn back to pat him on the shoulder. Your eyes are glazed.

“There’s murderers,” he says, so seriously that you giggle.

“I’ll fight ‘em. I’m Steve Rogers, pow pow pow!”

Steve catches your fist as you bop him in the shoulder, upsetting both bags of candy onto the ground. You make the saddest puppy dog eyes at him and kneel to scoop up what you can. Steve joins you, but he can’t keep his balance on the balls of his feet so he sits back hard, with an oof!

“Careful! Drunky.”

“Not,” he growls.

“Yes we are.” You cup his cheeks. “We’re tipsier than tipsy. Sorry ‘bout it. Shouldn’a won the race, ya cheater.”

“It’s called strategy, sweetheart.”

“You can’t call me that,” you say softly, smile dimming.

“Sorry. Cap.” He stuffs a fist-full of candies into one of the bags and hands it to you. “There’s more Starburst in this one.”

“My favorite!”

“I know.”

You sit, then, on the cold concrete sidewalk. You dig inside your bag until you find what you’re searching for, and only when you find the silver foil package does your hand emerge once more.

“These are yours,” you say. Steve shakes his head.

“I hate mint-chocolate,” he says softly. Your expression falls.

“I don’t know what you like.” The admission is so quiet and heartbreaking, that it’s sobering. He’s still tipsy on his feet, but Steve is flush with realization that… oh, fuck. He stands, slowly, and holds out a hand to help you stand up. You take it. He does not miss the way the glassiness of your eyes turns into silver streaks down your cheeks, but he steels himself against it. He’s too drunk to try to put voice to the knot in his stomach.

You hold onto his hand the whole way back to the bungalow you call home with your small cohort of sisters, but you release him the moment your toes touch the front walk. His coat slides down your arms and you hand it back, turning quickly away from him. Steve panics.

“Hey–”

“It’s cold,” you sniffle.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? What are you apologizing for? Hmm?” You peer at him over your shoulder. “We survive these things by pretending, right? It’s a real good costume you’ve got, there, Steve.” The way your voice is soft and sad splits Steve right down the middle. “You almost had me.”

He wants to say something, but what? Nothing would come out right now, with meaning soaked in vodka. He puts his hands in his pockets instead of saying anything at all. You kiss his cheek feather-light.

“I get it. It’s okay. Thanks for walking me home, Stevie.”

“Wait–”

“No, I understand. I told myself a story and I told it too well. I’ll get over it. Just… thanks for making me feel special. While it lasted.”

“You gonna be alright?” he asks, but he hates himself for it.

You stare at his sneakers for a moment, and then let out a long sigh. “They say things. About who you used to be, before we were… Us,” you murmur. “And you know, it doesn’t even bother me? I just think… ‘sure, but he’s not like that anymore.’ I don’t think you are. Like they say. Or that you ever have been–’m not making any fucking sense.”

“I’m followin’.”

“No, Steven. You’re a really good guy. That kinda guy wouldn’t fuck with me just to get his dick wet, or whatever. I think… you genuinely don’t know what to do with a girl who doesn’t demand anything from you. And fine, if I misread things, I can live with that–”

“Will you let me talk?” he asks softly. You swipe a hand under your nose and shiver. “Shit, can I talk to you inside? You’re gonna get hypothermia and I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Okay.” Your hands shake too much to get the key into the lock (a key which you pulled from your bra, Steve notes as he takes it from you and does the honors), so you rub your arms and follow him inside the house. “Do you want some water?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Steve follows you into the kitchen and averts his eyes when you stand on your toes to reach for glasses. Instead, he leans against the counter and waits for you to indicate that you’re going to listen to… whatever it is he’s going to say. He has no idea what that is. He set out to end this little arrangement and all he wants to do now is prove to you that he would never do such a thing. Steve is at war with himself, and you seem to see it as you pass him a full glass of water. He holds it up and clinks his glass with yours.

You sit on the counter, head back against the cabinets, and you wait. When he can’t make words come out, you peek at him over the rim of your glass, now empty. “The second they come home, they’ll kick out out,” you warn him.

Steve nods. “They ought to. The way I’ve treated you.”

“Hmm?”

“She’s like your little trophy,” he says, mimicking the way Tony jeered at him in the locker room after the game. “She just hangs off your arm–shit.”

“Who said that to you?”

“Stark,” he huffs. “The guys jumped down my throat about it at half time last week. After I looked at you.”

You gape at him. “We made eye contact for like three seconds–”

“Nah, it wasn’t that, I–I talk about you. A lot.” He looks down at the tiles in embarrassment. “Didn’t realize I was doing it so much. Apparently I don’t shut up about it, and now I got you drunk and just proved them all right, and–”

“Hang on. What do you mean by ‘a lot.’”

Steve gives you a pointed grimace. He shrugs. “Stark’s convinced I’ve slept with you more than once–”

“Christ–that’s rich coming from a guy with more notches in his bed posts than he has wood.”

Steve’s eyes snap back to yours at that, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah.”

“Why do you care what Tony Stark thinks?”

“What if he’s right?”

“I do hang off your arm, Steve. I don’t think that’s unfair–”

“But it’s not like that, yeah? I mean–you’re not doing it just to tell your Sorority sisters that you got with the Captain–”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m serious.”

“Who gives a shit?” you laugh dryly. “I don’t care if they think I’ve sucked your dick on the team bus for free tickets, Steven.”

He sputters. “Fuck–”

“Why would I be embarrassed if people assumed I was with you, in any way? What’s there to be ashamed of?”

Steve blinks.

“Do I embarrass you?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “No, never.”

“I showed up to that party tonight dressed like a slutty version of you, and that didn’t embarrass you at all?”

Steve stares. No. It didn’t. Nothing about that made him want to pretend he didn’t know you, or need you to cover up. Up until that moment, he had only thought that you must be cold… and also about how fucking hot it was to see you wearing what amounted to his jersey, with some added rhinestones. Steve shakes his head again.

“Not at all,” he says evenly.

“Then what?”

“I wasn’t pretending. To like you. I do. Past all limits of sanity,” he says. “And I spend zero time thinking about it, because it’s the easiest thingin the fuckin’ world. I don’t question why it feels so great weathering every major holiday party, because you’re there. I look for you in the crowd at games, because I know you’ll be there and because I wanna see your face, and I-I–”

“You’re looking for a reason why it isn’t gonna work,” you finish. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “It shouldn’t be easy, right?”

“You’re a big dumb idiot,” you say, but you hold out a hand to him. He slowly raises a hand to take it, and you yank him closer. Steve stands between your knees, and braces himself on the counter in resignation.

“I am, aren’t I.”

“The dumbest. I bet you got an IQ of ten.” You cup his jaw and force him to look at you. “I like ‘em stupid though, I gotta say.”

The front door opens distantly with a thump and your eyes get huge. “Go, go!” You shove him towards the back door. “I like you, but if they catch you I am in serious trouble!”

“This is what I’m talking about!” he whispers fiercely. The moment he’s on the back porch, you grab him by the lapels and plant a ferocious kiss on him. It’s all teeth and lips and speaks of unfinished business which is most certainly going to haunt his dick all night long, especially when your tongue finds his, and then you shove him away and slam the door in his face. He stares at the closed door as the porch light goes out, casting him into darkness.

He pulls out his phone–

He doesn’t have your number. Because he can rely on you to show up to any party Natasha invites him to. Steve has never once needed to get a hold of you outside of your designated time together, except that he’s pretty sure you just kissed him and sucked the last brain cell out of his head, and he’d really like to text you to find out when he can get it back. A small amount of sense kicks in when he hears another voice in the kitchen. He crouches down until the light goes out and then sneaks around the side of the house. Just before he clears the porch, a skeletal hand brushes his shoulder and he jumps about ten feet in the air.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim as quietly as possible, laughing so hard at his reaction that you double over, dropping the disembodied plastic bone arm into the grass. You have to bite your hand to keep from making noise. For Steve’s part, he braces his hands on his knees to slow his heart down.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “What’d ya do that for? I think my heart fell out my butt.”

“I’m so sorry,” you snicker. “I owe you.”

“You’re gonna get in trouble, sweet–shit. Sorry.”

“Sweet-shit, huh? That’s a pretty nickname.” You wrinkle your nose at him, and Steve bites back a laugh. He shakes his head. “Do you wanna see me? Outside of a shitty party.”

“Did you kiss me?” he asks suddenly.

You nod once. “You definitely kissed me back, though.”

“Good. Good. Okay.”

“So… that’s a yes?”

“Yeah. I do. I don’t have your number though.”

“That’s okay. I’ll give it to you.”

“Now?” he asks.

“When the time is right.” You crook your finger, beckoning him to come closer. Steve does so without hesitation (and also because his body has remembered that it has several gallons of alcoholic beverage cycling through it, so he’s lost all sense of subtlety). He backs you against the front pillar, so anyone looking out the front window can’t see.

“This weekend. Homecoming, yeah?”

“‘M starting,” he murmurs.

“Look for me. And when you find me, don’t look away. Okay?”

“Where will you be?”

“Where I always am,” you say. You kiss the corner of his mouth and attempt to flee back up the steps, but Steve cages you in.

“Just… I’m sorry.”

“I know, bub. It’s okay.”

Steve tips your chin up, but you smile and duck under his arm, slipping away unkissed.

***

Steve is feral by the time Sunday rolls around. His locker room pep talk borders on Gladiator-level intensity, and nobody dares tease him thereafter. It’s Homecoming–the biggest game in the entire season, and Steve Rogers stalks onto the field like he’s willing to take on the entire opposing team alone. Hercules against the hydra. And if he finds you? He’ll be unstoppable.

He searches the stands for you in the section you can usually be found in, but there’s no sign of you. Where I always am, you said. He frowns. No, you said you’ll be there, and you will. He can count on you. Steve knows that much.

He pulls the starters into the huddle and defers the team chant to Barnes so he can get his head straight. But instead of putting all hands in… several guys clap him on the back.

“Cap, shit. Look.” Bucky’s hushed words make Steve peer over his shoulder in a hurry.

There, at the fifty-yard line, stands a girl in a slightly fancier version of the very uniform he has on. You wear a few more layers of clothing than the last time he saw you, just two agonizing days ago, but that same beautiful smile he’s come to need. In one hand, you hold the game ball. In the other, a plastic skeleton arm. You raise it as the stadium goes quiet, and wave.

“Hey, Rogers!” you yell.

“What are you doing?” Steve hands Bucky his helmet.

“I think you’re wonderful. And I know a lot of these people think so too!”

The roar of agreement catches Steve off guard, and several of his teammates pat him on the back once again. You use the boney arm to make the crowd get quiet again, and it works… to the delight of Steve’s teammates, who rumble with laughter.

“Go out with me?”

Steve puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. Then, he takes even steps forward, towards the weird, beautiful, wonderful girl who isn’t embarrassed to want him. And as much as he knows he ought to be, Steve isn’t mortified by this display. What in the world could inspire such a feeling, when he has a girl like you in his life?

He takes the ball from your hand and whirls it into the crowd, who reacts with an appropriate amount of delight and competition to put hands on it, much to the annoyance of the referee. Then, Steve kisses you. He kisses you until the world goes quiet. Because he wants you, and you want him, too.

“Embarrassed?” you ask against his lips. He smiles softly.

“Not on your life, sweetheart.”

“You better win, now.”

“Nah. Compared to getting you? This is just a scrimmage.”

“Cute, but you do have to finish paying for school, bub. So try.”

“Mmkay. Now can I have your phone number?”

“If you win.”

He holds your hand until you reach the sidelines. You give his ass a good-luck pat with the skeleton hand. Steve just laughs, and winks.

He wins.

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svtcarat-exo-l · 2 years

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Wayfinder - Part 2

Part of The Syndicate AU Series

Mafia!Yuta x Street Racer!Y/N

A/N: Part 2! We finally meet Yuta! The next chapter will be the first part of Taeyong’s story, so stay tuned. Thank you guys for showing the first chapter so much love - it means the world to me! - Love, M

Tag list: @scuzmunkie (Let me know if you want to be added here!)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Despite the persistent curiosity whispering in your ear you managed to go the entire race without meeting a single one of the mafia members present. Judging by the way Jaemin was glued to your side before the race and how Jeno hovered during - Renjun's intention was to keep you separated from Taeyong and his three accomplices.

All you'd learned were the names to go with the faces. Taeyong, Mark, Johnny, and Jungwoo.

Half of the eight-strong inner circle.

Renjun must've wanted to get a solid read on their intentions before exposing his whole operation just in case the deal went sideways. An effort that you couldn't help thinking might be futile when dealing with organized crime at this level.

The inner circle's influence was cast over the entire city like a massive spider web - a system of strings connecting them with those that owed them their loyalty and those who owed them favors. All they needed to do was tug on the right thread. With an information superhighway that large they could very well know everything about everyone already.

Maybe you'd been very foolish to think you could be a part of the night life of this city without it bleeding into your quiet existence during the day. The collision of your two worlds was starting to look more and more inevitable.

Even with your mind full of distractions the race went exactly as planned.

You and Mina pulled off the win almost effortlessly. The only real competition was a driver from out of town in a monster of a car, but Mina's Mazda had no trouble overtaking it with the maneuvers you suggested while watching through the live feed from her dash camera.

Jaemin finished half a second behind her in his gorgeous Corvette Stingray - a ride you'd happily steal if you knew you could get away with it.

The Neos certainly got a good show.

You, on the other hand, had been bored completely out of your mind.

Of course you would always be grateful for the security that came from working with Renjun, but now how your driver performed in the races was being determined by someone else. Whether Mina placed first or last was all strategy to make money and keep the crowd happy.

Success no longer came from being the best - It came from following orders, and each victory felt more hollow because of it.

You chaffed against the lack of autonomy - missing when you clawed and reached for the finish line with every fiber of your being because it was what you wanted, even if it was only through giving guidance over radio.

Really acknowledging the change would have to wait, because Renjun needed you to be a unified front right now. There was no room for the doubts you were starting to feel.

Thankfully, the universe decided to throw another distraction at you.

After winning the race you received an invitation to the midnight gala the other half of Taeyong's inner circle must've been hosting while he attended the races.

Apparently the crime lords wanted the winning team to attend with Renjun, something about a show of good faith, but it was obvious they just already knew who in the organization was in cahoots with Jun when Jaemin secured an invite as well.

In a surprising and kind of disconcerting bit of foresight one of the men, Mark, had handed Mina two gowns in garment bags as he left at midnight.

It had taken half an hour for both you and Mina to hurriedly get dressed and throw yourselves into her car - still trailing behind the boys by quite a few minutes.

Why this party had to be on the same night was beyond you.

Now you were climbing the grand staircase alone while Mina parked her car, because she certainly wasn't going to trust the valet with her baby when she never even let you drive the thing.

Your anxious fingers smoothed out the fabric of the blue gown you'd instantly fallen in love with for it’s soft off the shoulder sleeves and gathered waist. It was probably the most beautiful item of clothing you'd ever worn, and definitely the most luxury judging by the high-end name on the label.

Secretly, you already hoped you'd get to keep it.

While passing through the crowd outside the hotel entrance the usual murmurs that followed your movements met your ears, and as you walked you caught snippets of your greatest moments being retold with awed reverence.

Your skills brought attention from around the world, attracting new challengers, and in Renjun's eyes there wasn’t much else he could ask for from his sponsored navigator.

To survive this party you needed to let the acknowledgment of your talent fuel you ego. Feeding their admiration and confidence into the darkness within you that reveled in notoriety, you collected all of your nerve and drew your false persona around you like a cloak - dressing yourself once more in the costume of the genius navigator.

A detailed ruse that allowed you to feel like more than you were.

Your fingers trailed your mask, finding comfort in the familiar contours. It was a delicate, sculpted work of silver – an upgrade from the simple cloth ones you’d worn back when you and Mina were on your own. Renjun had it made specifically for your first race on his personal line up.

Thus - the silver dragon had been born.

Someone confident, sensual, and completely unlike yourself.

Feeling centered again, your eyes swept the room from your new position in the entry hall. It was a massive space washed warm and golden in the glow from hanging chandeliers - the skylights above them showing just a hint of the night sky outside.

Mina caught up to you, but her greeting was cut short when she was frozen by intense eye contact with Taeyong, who had chosen a vantage point on one of the carved marble balconies overlooking the crowd. You had a vague memory of seeing him speaking to Mina before the race, and from the looks they were exchanging you could only guess where it was going.

Organized criminals do tend to stick together.

She sent you an apologetic glance that you waved away with a look that said 'go have fun', so she slipped into the fray to make her way to him. You trusted her to handle herself.

As you moved further into the space you still caught the occasional glance directed at your mask.

For the first time, you felt a bit uncomfortable behind the silver. Those gathered outside had heard of you, but to the elites in the ballroom you had no reputation – you weren’t “the silver dragon”. That larger than life person was easy to find in the dimly lit night, but in the warm glittering hall you felt small again.

Surprisingly, a smile crossed your face at the thought while you grabbed a drink from a passing waiter.

Another thing you hadn’t really admitted to yourself was that the secrecy and the act wasn’t as fun as it used to be. It was exhausting to heave up an iron front every evening to then tear it down again in the morning.

A tinge of sadness fell over your features right as you caught the gaze of a man across the crowd.

Except he was far different than the others.

He was maybe the most beautiful man you'd ever seen, and the connection between you crackled with a kind of electricity that stole your breath in a way you'd never felt before.

He held you attention with authority and blatant curiosity until a teasing smirk tilted up the corner of his mouth, shaping his expression into one of mischief. It reminded you that you were staring at a stranger, so you quickly turned away from the boy who you were certain was a member of the inner circle.

No one else could hold that kind of easy dominance in their eyes.

Embarrassed and flushed, you tilted you mask up just enough to down your entire flute of champagne, an expensive year no doubt, and began to walk a circle around the room. A majority of the guests were swirling gracefully on the dance floor to the Bach you recognized flowing from the live string quartet.

Then more people started to notice you.

The glances turned into stares, then staring turned into whispers hidden behind raised hands. Knowing they were talking about you made your hands shake when you set the empty glass on another waiter’s tray. Before you could convince yourself to turn around and leave - your thoughts were interrupted.

"Well, you're new." A voice rumbled behind you.

You turned to face who had approached you and recognized him immediately.

Up close you could drink in even more details.

His hair was a mane of warm chocolate brown, long enough for the curls to just brush his shoulders. Multiple piercings decorated his ears, and the relaxed way he wore his suit told you he had a much more devil-may-care attitude than the other polished, sharply dressed patrons. Several of his shirt's buttons were left undone revealing layered necklaces laying over smooth, bronzed skin that you tried not to let your eyes trail for too long.

Your first impression was correct. He was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.

Dark eyes locked onto yours through the mask and you got the uncanny feeling he could see right through you - like any illusions about you shattered before him, so any words that could’ve escaped you caught in your throat.

"I would recognize someone I'd seen before behind a mask, but you I don't." He explained after your silence with a raised brow that told you he'd noticed your appraisal. "Do I get the honor of knowing your name?"

That smile sent your heart right into your throat. Captivated, your mouth opened almost unconsciously and you had to bite your lip to keep the syllables of your name from escaping. He'd said maybe two sentences and already your resolve for anonymity was crumbling alongside your false facade.

He didn’t seem to mind your hesitation and offered you his hand. "That's alright, you don’t have to tell me. Dance with me instead?"

The gentleness in his eyes kept you from refusing flat out, but it was the genuine, hopeful lift of his eyebrows that convinced you to step forward and place your hand in his. Familiar callouses, the ones that came from handling firearms, greeted you on his palms.

You looked up at him and your voice finally returned to you when the silence carried on too long to be comfortable.

"I would like that." A simple response. You were here after all, you might as well enjoy a dance with a dashing mafia scoundrel and sate just a touch of your determined curiosity to understand them.

His grin broadened at your voice. "Ah, she speaks at last."

You laughed thankfully at his ice breaking and followed his lead onto the dance floor. "Sorry, you took me by surprise that's all."

"I didn't mean to scare you." He stopped in an opening between the couples already dancing and when he turned back to face you the warmth in his eyes was magnetic. Wow. "My name’s Yuta."

The name suited him perfectly, and you tested it out in your mind - committing the shape and feel of it to memory. But still you clamped down on the impulse to say your own name despite everything inside you saying you could trust him.

Yet instead of pushing Yuta gracefully moved past the subject with tact. As a mafia elite you were sure he was used to forcing information out of people, but it seemed like with you there was an exception.

Yuta took a few steps closer, his gaze never wavering, and when you could just catch a faint whisper of his cologne he rested the hand not holding yours on your waist.

"May I?" He asked.

When you nodded, once again speechless, he pulled you nearly flush to his chest, and you hoped he didn’t hear the gasp that passed your lips. From there he eased you into a waltz as the music slowly transitioned to a new melody.

You were thankful to find Yuta’s lead forgiving. His grip easily adjusted to support you in the moments you faltered, so the steps were at least somewhat graceful. A flush threatened to redden your face because of the affect his warm, steady hands were having on you.

Comfortable silence stretched for a few seconds before he spoke up again – dipping his head closer to your ear to keep the conversation private.

"This is your first time waltzing, isn't it?" Despite not seeing his face you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Is it that obvious?" You admitted, embarrassed at it being so apparent.

"Painfully." Yuta answered, continuing in a exaggerated whisper. "You've stepped on my toe three times."

Your heart jumped and an apology started to bubble out of you, but with one quick movement he spun you into a turn and you landed naturally back into his arms - eyes locked with his once more.

"But I'd say you're a natural." He spoke softly and looked as affected as you had been feeling for a moment before the flirtation blended back into him, mixing with this new earnest aura. "Is this your first gala as well?"

It took you a second longer than him to change directions back to normal conversation. You had to admit that now this dance was about more than satisfying some selfish curiosity about the mafia. It was about Yuta. Only him.

"I can't say I've ever been to a party like this." A party full of the biggest names in organized crime, one of which was a man making you dizzy with his attention.

Almost like he could read your mind amusement lit up his face. "How do you like it?"

You weren’t sure how to answer. If your assumption was correct it was his party, so you didn’t want to say you felt completely out of place, but you also didn’t want to lie to someone you were starting to hope you'd see again after this night.

So, you went with a noncommittal response.

"It's… very different from my usual crowd." As soon as you said the words you knew what question was coming next.

As expected he settled onto the topic. "And what might that be?"

The pause that followed almost made you abandon being truthful, but when he took in a breath to again change the subject for your comfort you interjected before he could. "The street racers. I'm a part of Renjun's crew."

You drew back to gauge his reaction, and his smile told you he was pleased that you'd chosen reveal more about yourself to him.

"So, you're the famous navigator Taeyong mentioned.“ The familiar way he spoke the leaders name confirmed for you he was a member of the inner circle. Knowing that your reputation preceded you, that you'd impressed Taeyong, gave you a bit of your fire back.

“What gave me away?” For the first time you were the one teasing him, and it definitely didn't go unnoticed.

“Word travels. You're the most talented navigator in the country, yet no one knows your name or face. Only the silver mask." He tapped your jaw lightly, and you found yourself wishing you could've felt the touch on your skin. "I did detailed background checks on everyone else. I can tell you what Jaemin got on his 3rd grade math final, but you are the anonymous enigma.”

The teasing lilt in his voice and mirth in his eyes was all that kept you from making a biting remark about privacy.

“I wasn’t aware I’d become an urban legend.” The quip had an edge to it still, but he laughed at your words - a bubbly and intoxicating sound.

"Well." He started, pulling you closer again. "It's one of the many reasons no one can take their eyes off of you."

His voice had dropped as he said the words, the tone deep and honeyed, but before you could melt into the floor he spun you out again. Your dress swirled around your feet in an arc until he settled you back into his arms - your faces mere inches apart. He's good. It was obvious that Yuta was a master of this cat and mouse game. He understood social rhythm at such a deep level that keeping you guessing at every turn, interested at every moment, was easy as breathing.

And to you it was breathtaking.

"Are you sure they aren't looking at you?" Your voice was lighter than you expected, and he chuckled again. Yuta boldly dropped his eyes to take you in for a moment so long that your heart rate skyrocketed.

"No it's you." His focus settled on something over your shoulder. "Except for Renjun, he looks like he wants to run me over with his car."

"He'd use someone else's car." The response was automatic and jokingly casual, so when Yuta's brows shot up into his hairline you just had to explain yourself to keep the bit going. "He drives a fully restored 1965 Ford GT40. Those bumpers aren't cheap."

Yuta easily followed you up. "Well, it's nice to know he wouldn't ruin a perfectly good bumper to take me down."

His humor fitting so well with yours made you warm inside, so you decided to help him out with the overprotective glare you could practically sense being thrown at him from across the way.

"Turn us around and I'll take care of him." Renjun's hair made it easy to find him in the crowd. His concern wilted under the look you gave him, and one short silent conversation later he gave you a reluctant nod, melting back into the mass of people. You hadn't noticed that Yuta had turned to watch the exchange, but when your focus came back to him he threw his head back cackling. "What?"

"Remind me not to get on your bad side."

Something about that moment broke the last bit of your resolve just as the last bars of music played and the dance ended. What harm could your first name do?

"My name's Y/N."

His grin in response rivaled any other he'd given you before.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N." Yuta lowered his brows seriously. "And don't worry, that stays between you and me. Renjun told us you want your identity classified - I promise you it will stay that way."

"Thank you." The courtesy he'd just given you was more than you'd ever expected. The rumors that had led you to giving this a chance might be turning out to be more real than you and Renjun thought.

"I know Renjun doesn't trust us yet, but-"

Yuta's voice faded to the background of your mind when you spotted a familiar face sporting a vile grin floating in your periphery. Your blood ran cold. Impossible. You whipped around but he was already gone - vanishing like a phantom into thin air, but you'd seen him and known he was real.

Panic stole your breath, crushing your chest under it's weight, and you began a new frantic search for Renjun. He had to know. Everyone needed to know.

He was back.

"Y/N!" Gentle hands caught your shoulders and you remembered Yuta was still with you. "What's wrong?"

Glass was shattering and raining down around you before you could explain that now the real monster was here.

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark! reader

A/n: Hello! So this time the reader is going to be black! If y’all wanna like...request for a reader to be an ethnicity or race you can, I’ll do my best to write for it 💕

Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend. In fact he’s one of your only friends. So it’s needless to say things get a little complicated when you fall in love with him and he’s in love with another girl.

Warning ⚠️: Oblivious Peter, sad reader, love triangles

This fic was inspired by @cherrytholland and their silence series, YALL need to check it out!

You never had many friends. It’s alway been that way, ever since you remembered.

Being a Stark meant that you were constantly in danger, especially after your dad became Iron Man. So you were homeschooled. It was pretty easy, ever since the Avengers moved in, Bruce and Tony took turns teaching you everything you needed to know. So there was no need for you to go to school.

But you were lonely. Yes, you were surrounded by the team, but they were all so much older than you. Wanda and Pietro were the only ones closest to your age not only were they still way older than you, they hated your dad for a long time so there was a small tension there.

You spent time with your dad, hell he was your best friend, but a girl can only spend so much time with her father. Bruce was too scared to hang out with you. Steve treated you like a toddler. Sam and Bucky were fun to be with but then Steve will join and then they all act as if you’re a baby. Natasha is great to go to for advice but she rarely had time to talk with you, Clint was a whole father. And Thor, he was hardly on earth.

That's when Peter Parker came into your life. He was the first person on the team who was your age. You and he quickly became friends, bonding over your shared interests in Star Wars and being the youngest in the Avengers HQ.

When you first met him, you were really shy. As said before, you rarely had the chance to talk to anyone your age. If you did, it was most likely the child of another business owner at some fancy party. So becoming friends with Peter was definitely an experience. You remember the day you two became friends.

**Flashback**

You really weren’t expecting to meet Peter. Hell, you didn’t even know that he was supposed to be coming over. So,when you walked into the common room, wearing someone else’s tee shirt and a bonnet, you were shocked to see a boy next to your dad staring at you.

“Oh, Y/n! I may have forgotten to mention I was showing Peter around...” Tony said as he noticed you were sort of unprepared for a visitor.

“ yeah that would have been good to know” you say glaring at your father.

“Well then, Peter this is my daughter Y/n, Y/n this is Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man”

“H-hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Peter stuttered as he put out his hand. You smiled shyly as you took it

“It’s nice to meet you too” you said quietly, taking your hand back and looking at the floor. An awkward silence fell upon you three. Then Tony cleared his throat

“I’m gonna ignore that little awkward thing. Y/n!” He looks at you with a gleam in his eye, “Maybe you can show the kid around, it would be nice if you knew someone your age.”

“DAD!” You shout, embarrassed he basically set you up on a play date, “ I talk people my own age!”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “ Talking to those Gothamites during galas doesn’t count.”

“We follow each other on Instagram!”

“Wow, that’s the pinnacle of friendship.” Tony replied sarcastically, “ show the kid around.”

You sigh as you turn to Peter, who was standing a few feet away awkwardly listening to you and your dad squabble.

“ Alright web head, let’s go”

He looks at Tony, slightly fearful. But Tony only smiles and says, “ Aw a nickname, see Peter she does like you.” Then walks away, leaving you two alone.

Flashback ends ****

Who knew that from that awkward interaction, a beautiful friendship would blossom??

From then on, you and Peter were practically attached by the hip. Every day after patrol, Peter would come over and hang out with you. Whether you’re watching movies, playing video games, or cranking the other Avengers, you and Peter could always be found together. He truly became your one best friend.

Until it became more.

The light hugs he’d give you when he first saw you started to linger, you both sat closer when you were watching movies (practically cuddling), he’d fall asleep on you lap when you stroked his hair.

All this but you both still held on to the notion that you just friends. Well, Peter did.

You were really unexperienced when it came to stuff like this. This was the first time you ever had a friend, let alone have a crush. It was easier for you to ignore these intimate moments and cling onto the idea that it was just platonic. And you did, up until your dad had the wonderful idea to invite Peters class on a tour of the Tower.

At first you really didn’t have an opinion.

If anything, you were indifferent to the idea of your home being swarmed by teenagers. It didn’t help that Steve convinced your dad that you should be present during the tour. Claiming that “ it’d be good for her to meet more kids her age instead of just Peter.”

Honestly, you had other friends! They just lived in a different city and you rarely talked.

But there you were, standing beside Bucky as your dad went on about the compound and all the nerdy science stuff. You weren’t really paying attention, you had some AirPods in. It wasn’t until Bucky nudged you when you realized that your dad was calling you.

“ Come on up kiddo” he said giving you that Dad™️ stare.

You grin at him, then glare at Bucky as he snickers into his shoulder. You make your way up to where your dad is in the front of the crowd.

“ What am I supposed to be doing” you whisper to your dad. He rolls his eyes and whispers back “ Introduction and answer some questions”

You gulp, you were always good at public speaking . You were a Stark, of course you were. But introducing yourself to your fathers business partners and introducing yourself to your peers was two different things. You eyed the crowd trying to find Peter, you found him next to a chubby boy with an awestruck look on his face and a rather pretty girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here. When you made eye contact with him, he smiled and threw you a thumbs up.

That simple gesture give you all the confidence you needed to introduce yourself

“ Hi, I’m Y/n Stark. I’m seventeen years old and I live here with my dad and the team. Obviously” you say, a slight smile on your face. “ I guess I have to answer questions. But I’m not sure cause I wasn’t paying attention”

The group laughs and a few hands raise, the questions are basic “ what’s it like living with avengers?” “ Where do you go to school?” “Are you single?” Etc etc. After answering, the rest of the team introduced themselves and then split the kids into groups for the tour. You looked for the group Peter was in, finally finding him in Sam and Bucky group. You sneak away from your fathers side and skip up behind the duo. You watch them bicker over where to take their group.

“ What about the gym ?” You say, startling the two men.

“Jesus!!” “Shit!!”

You laugh, watching them dramatically clench their chest. “You’d think as highly trained soldiers you’d be more aware of your surroundings.”

“ haha.” Sam says, “ just for that you’re not allowed to be part of our group”

“ I’ll just find a way to sneak in.” You say with a grin. They roll their eyes and lead the group to the gym. You stay in place as you wait for Peter to walk by. As he does you saddle up next to him.

“Hey web slinger” you whisper in his ear. He jumps at your voice.

“Y/n??!” His voice cracks, “ don’t do that!!”

“Aw come on Pete!” You laugh, “ don’t be such a wuss!”

Then the boy next to him turns, The awestruck look back on his face

“ Your..your Y/n Stark ” he says wide eyed. You smile shyly as you turn to him, remembering where you were.

“ hi, you must be Ned. Peters told me a lot about you” you say in a low voice.

“ Peter talks to you about me” he says in a surprised voice.

“Yeah! It’s really awesome to finally meet you.”

“ Are you two coming?” Another voice chimes in. You turn to see the pretty girl with a bored expression.

“ Oh, hey” she says noticing you, “ I’m Michelle Jones, but just call me MJ”

“Y/n Stark” you say with a smile. She nods at you and then turns to Peter and Ned.

“ Come on you two, Liz is asking where you are”

“ Liz is asking about me??” Peter says, his face turning red, “ what did she say? Did she mention my name?!”

You watch him in confusion. He never acted like this except when Natasha called him handsome that one time. Then again, if Natasha called you pretty you’d freak out as well.

MJ rolls her eyes and ignored his questions, “ So you live here?” She asks you. Her question startled you as you weren’t expecting to be talked to.

“ Ye-yeah. I’ve been with my dad since I was about two.” You stuttered.

“That’s cool!! What about your mom?” Ned asks.

You smile sadly, “ I don’t know, she’s not around much.” Sensing your sadness, Peter wrapped in arm around you.

“ Cone on guys, quit it with the questions.”

Ned looks at you apologetic and Mj looks away. Then a pretty girl walks up to your group.

“ There you are. Come on you guys, you’re not supposed to split from the group.”

Peter pulls his arm back immediately at her presence. His eyes glaze over as he looks at her with a gaze you can only describe as dreamy.

“He-hey!! Sorry Liz, guess we lost track of time..heh” He rubs the back of his neck as his face turns red. His body tensed up in anxiety but at the same time is slouched. He has a goofy grin that you’ve never ever seen before.

Seeing Peter act so differently around this girl made you feel weird. Your hands were sweaty and your chest filled with anxiety. You felt cold and hit at the same time. There was a sick feeling in your stomach.

“Are you okay?” Mj asked looking at you in concerned.

You were frowning. Ned looked at you with wide eyes “ I’m sorry about mentioning your mom! I really didn’t mean to upset you.”

You turn to him and smile at his concern for you. “ Don’t worry about it, you didn’t know” you frown again looking at Peter walking with Liz, “ Soo, who’s that?”

“ Oh that’s Liz Allen. Peters been in love with her since like freshman year”

Your heart drops and that sick feelings return. “ Oh really?”

“Yeah, I am surprised you don’t know who that is Peter hasn’t stopped yapping about hersince freshman year.” MJ says rolling her eyes.

“ Peters never mentioned her. Just Ned and you.” You say. MJ hums at that.

“ Thats funny, Peter doesn’t talk about his internship too much. we didn’t even know you two were friends until today.”

Well, if you weren’t hurt before, now you were in absolute pain.

“Oh..really?” You ask, “ it’s probably because I hardly leave the HQ. Peter is the first friend I have here in the city.” You tried to reason, but you didn’t even convince yourself.

Ned and MJ look at you in shock, but before they can say anything Peter comes back to the group.

“ Hey guys! Liz just agreed to hangout with us this weekend!” He says to Ned and MJ, his back turned to you. You’re shocked because you were supposed to go shopping with Peter this weekend.

“ Since when were we hanging out this weekend??” Mj asks confused with the sudden plans.

“ well...Liz was supposed to go shopping with her friends but they have plans this weekend, and she was really bummed out about it so I said she can hang out with us...” he says quickly.

“ but I thought we were going shopping..” you finally say. Peter jumps and looks at you as if he’s realizing you were there.

“ Oh crap! Y/n I’m so sorry! I completely got caught up with everything!” He apologizes, “ Hey! Why don’t you come with us! You can get to know Ned and MJ some more, and Mr. Stark and Cap will get off your back about talking to people your age”

“ That sound fun!” Ned exclaimed

“ I guess I have nothing better to do” Mj says

You want to decline at first, upset that he forgot about the plans he made with you and you didn’t really want to see him flirt with Liz. But he was looking at you with those brown eyes you love, so you couldn’t say no.

“ sure, I can’t wait..”

You smile weakly. Already dreading the upcoming weekend.

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #marvel #reader insert #poc reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #marvel and dc #crossover

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xoxopeter · 2 years

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The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight

A/N: so here’s chapter two! I cannot wait to have three out because there is just so much banter between Luna and Peter in three. If you liked this a like would just make my day!

Summary: In which we see Moonlight and Spider-Man growing closer and forming a friendship as well as a partnership

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, injury, blood

Chapter 2 - Partners in Fighting Crime

“So did the bad guy you talked to give you any idea of what time this mega size drug deal was about to go down?” Spider-Man as he and Moonlight sat waiting behind a bunch of wooden crates in a warehouse on the docs.

Moonlight had aided in an arrest earlier in the night in a separate part of town than Spider-Man had been in. She’d overheard two of the suspects talking about how they were going to be dead for missing the deal that was going down at the “fun house”. After doing a little googling she found out that the fun house was a nickname for a warehouse called Jimmy’s Supplies where party supplies was made and shipped.

“Nope.” Luna said, popping the p.

“Did you get any names?”

“Nope.”

“Do you know anything else?”

“Nope.”

Spider-Man threw his arms up in exasperation. “Of course not.”

“All I know is it’s happening.” She shrugged, looking at her long black nails. She’d cut slits the glove of her suit for stiletto nails to go through since she’d got her nails done a couple days ago. She had to admit that she was obsessed with them.

Spider-Man looked at the woman he had only recently started teaming up with some nights and shook his head. The guys she overheard were probably talking about another night or maybe even giving Moonlight false information to throw them off so they would miss something that was actually going to happen. His senses weren’t going off and nothing seemed amiss. This was why he worked alone.

“Look, I appreciate you sharing information with me but I don’t think anything is going to happen tonight- at least not here.” Spider-Man stated, hands on his hips.

Luna’s eyes flashed up but she didn’t move from her seat on a crate where her feet were propped up on another, legs crossed. “You wanna go that’s fine, I just figured we could work together. I’m not going anywhere, though.”

He stared at her for a second before nodding. “I’ll see you around.”

Moonlight gave a two fingered salute. “Later, buggy.”

Spider-Man took off from the warehouse and left the docs, heading back into the city. He quickly found a massive hostage situation going down at a gala at the MET. This was probably what those two guys had been talking about. They’d probably used code words so no one would know what they were actually talking about. Moonlight still had a lot to learn.

“Have any demands been made?” Peter asked as he jumped down from his web, walking up to the police chief.

“None. My guess is they’re robbing the actual museums. Lotta art in there worth millions.”

Peter nodded before swinging his web up so that he could come in from the way they would least expect it: the ceiling.

The glass ceiling gave him a perfect view as to what was going on inside. There were maybe fifteen masked guys, all armed and pointing their guns at the nicely dressed guests who were all terrified and cooperating. He tried to come up with a plan but none of them had good odds.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled before webbing up one of the window panes and then pressing down hard on it to shatter it. The web muffled the sound and held the glass so none of it fell below. He webbed it into a ball that he cast below, he would come back for it later, and started to lower himself down by his web. He was only a few feet down before he realized there was a couple of the armed men in a corner, talking among themselves and not paying attention. He quickly shot his web at them to cover their mouths and stick them to the wall, their guns falling but Peter grabbed them with his web and back to him, bringing them back up to the roof before going back down. Two down and thirteen to go.

He repeated this three more times, taking out the ones he could before knowing it was time to switch tactics. He was going to start pulling out the hostages.

He crawled down the corner of the wall where there were large drapes so no one would see him. When he was down he looked up and took out the window directly above him like he had the one. He then got the attention of two women who were just a few feet from him, both shaking and crying.

“Quietly.” He whispered.

They came over and he directed the first one to hold onto him. She gripped tight and he was shooting a web up and climbing it as fast as he could. One the roof, he jumped down it and set her on the ground.

“Thank you, Spider-Man.” She cried, hugging him. “Please you have to save, Hannah too. She’s my sister.”

“I’m getting everyone out. I’ll be right back.”

Peter did the same with Hannah and two more guests and then another guest and so on. He knew he could only get so many people out before the hostage-takers noticed but he wanted as many people out as he could before any gunfire started.

There were two hundred people and he knew he had gotten around fifty around by the time the room was noticeably emptier.

He’d only saved five more people before he heard the yell when he was just going back inside.

“Oi! Greg! We got company.”

Peter knew he’d been spotted and dropped down from the ceiling, landing on his feet in the middle of the room. “Mind if I drop in?”

Gunshots rang out at the same time Peter started shooting his webs to take their guns. He dodged bullets and grabbed guns, trying to grab them as they came flying to him. He disarmed them all and threw the guns to nearby guests. “Can you hold these for a second please!”

It was Spider-Man against ten guys, hand to hand. Peter even made it easier for them by not using his web shooters.

“You could try harder! Come on! I could do this blindfolded!” He egged.

Just a few minutes later he was looking at ten guys on the ground who were either unconscious, surrendering, or too in pain to stand. “That was just sad. You guys really need to train more.”

He jogged over to where the giant doors were and opened them up, dozens of SWAT behind the door. “You’re welcome.” He stated.

He walked out and noticed that police cars were taking off with their sirens on.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked an officer walking past him.

“Some kind of huge drug deal going down at the docs. Looks like it’s Kingpin and his guys.”

Peter froze, only able to think one thing: Moonlight. He’d left her there all alone.

Shooting a web out, he took off and started swinging as fast as he could for the docks. Kingpin was no one to mess with. He’d been seriously injured by him on several occasions and always worried when they had any kind of encounter. His men were all incredibly trained and skilled. He had a hard time himself when it came to that organization. Moonlight was still finding her footing as a fighter and wasn’t as skilled of one as he was. She did have her powers as an advantage but it would be her against dozens of highly lethal men.

He felt like such an ass and so stupid. He should have listened to her. He assumed because she was new at this she didn’t know what she was doing and he may be the reason she gets seriously hurt or worse.

He arrived before the cops and went right to the warehouse Moonlight had been in. He could hear voices when he was close enough but it didn’t sound like any kind of a fight was happening. That wasn’t good news. Either Moonlight left or…or she was down. The thought put a knot in his stomach.

He slipped in through a broken window in the back, looking for her. He was panicking a little and he tried to rationalize that she would be okay. She could simply be out cold somewhere.

The area that they had been in before was now swarmed with Kingpins men, all armed and all very dangerous. The guys he had just taken out at the MET were nothing compared to these guys. These guys would actually be a challenge for him.

He scanned the room and gripped the edge of the crate he was hiding before when he saw a head of long white hair on the ground behind some oil barrels. She wasn’t moving and he couldn’t separate her heartbeat from everyone else’s to know if she was alive or not. He needed to find a way to get to her.

It was easier thought than done. He was nearly spotted several times but managed to get over to where she was. She was in a pool of her own blood with her hands on her stomach and eyes shut, skin pale. But her chest was rising and falling. She was still alive. The relief that washed over him made him dizzy.

He crawled over to her and put his hand on her cheek, patting gently. “Moonlight.” He whispered. “Wake up.”

Her eyes flashed open and she put her hand right to his throat. “It’s me!” He whisper screamed.

Her hand dropped at the recognition. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Saving you, obviously.” He looked down to the wound in her stomach. It looked like she’d been shot. “I gotta get you out of here.”

She shook her head. “Hold on. I’m okay.”

He looked at her like she’d grown a third head. “In case you didn’t notice you’ve been shot like a thanksgiving turkey!” He hissed in a whisper.

“Really?” She huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I thought they’d missed. Look, I need you to take it out.”

“Take what out?”

“The bullet.”

His eyes widened behind his mask. “What? You mean like reach in and pull it out?!”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Just do it!”

“No! I’m not putting my fingers in you like some war medic on the battlefield! I’m taking you to a hospital!”

“It’s not that big of a deal! Just reach in and get it out!”

He huffed through his nose before looking down to the bullet wound in her stomach that was still bleeding. “I have no idea how this is going to do any good. You’re still going to have a freaking hole in you.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her brace herself, one hand gripping the edge of an oil barrel they were behind.

Moonlight made no noise as Peter dug around for the bullet but he could tell she was in agony, a sweat breaking out on her forehead and her heart racing, body rigid and tense. She looked like she was in a lot less pain than was actually in. He knew how excruciating it was to dig a bullet out of your body.

When he pulled it out he watched as she panted for a second.

“Now what?”

“Just be quiet.” She snapped.

He bit back a huff and watched as her hands went to her stomach and they started glowing.

“What are you doing?”

Moonlight didn’t answer and her hands continued to glow on her stomach. When she pulled away, he could see clean, closed flesh where the bullet hold had been.

He gasped, speaking through it. “What the fuck?”

“I can heal myself and others.”

“And you didn’t mention this earlier?!”

“It never came up!” She whisper screamed back. “We can talk about it later!”

The two were a great team. On their own they struggled to take on Kingpin’s men but together they were able to not only take them all down, but stop the drug deal from taking place. They recovered millions in drugs and illegal weapons. And they were both still alive as they walked out of the warehouse, beaten to hell but still alive. Kingpin had slipped away in the chaos, but Peter was just glad they had stopped the entire thing altogether and were both still alive.

Red and blue lights flashed around them as they walked off after giving their statements,, exhausted and ready to call it a night.

“Thanks.” Moonlight spoke, breaking the silence. “I uh probably would have died if you hadn’t found me and woken me up. I was out cold.”

Spider-Man shook his head. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have doubted you like that. I left you by yourself and…well I’m really sorry.”

Luna smiled at him. “All good.”

Silence took over as they walked.

“Hey, you think you can heal this black eye? It’s making my head throb.”

“Oh yeah totally.”

Peter stopped and faced her. Luna reached up and cradled his masked head, letting her hands glow to heal. When she pulled away he felt better than he had in years. She might have healed wounds he didn’t even know he had yet.

“Wow that’s good stuff.”

“I know right?”

“I feel like a brand new human being.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning wide.

“If you could find a way to bottle this and sell it you’d be rich.”

She shrugged. “Nah. I like being a masked vigilante too much. Well I gotta get going. Work tomorrow and all.”

She turned to go and Peter wet his lips before jogging over to her. “Hey so maybe we could kind of team up.”

“What like work together?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at how awesome we were back there. And I could really use your help and I think maybe you could use mine.”

“You dig one bullet out of a girl and automatically think she needs your help.” She rolled her eyes but then smiled. “But okay fine. Partners in fighting crime it is.”

“Partners in fighting crime it is.” He agreed.

She gasped. “You know what they could call us? Spider-Moon!”

“Nope. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yes! It’s great!”

He turned and walked off. “Not calling us that!”

Two days later when Peter was walking to work he passed a news stand and stopped before backtracking. On the cover of the New York Times in bold black letters was “SPIDER-MOON: NY’S HEROES TEAM UP.”

“Moonlight.” He concluded with a shake of his head before walking off.

He got maybe ten feet before he turned back around, pulling out his wallet with a sigh. He grabbed one off the rack and paid before stuffing it in his back with a grumble.

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm fanfiction #tasm!peter x oc #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #andrewgarfield!spiderman #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield #the amazing spider man #andrew!peter fanfiction #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!spiderman #spider-man

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whumphoarder · 4 years

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Could you share some of the stark industries gala fics? I saw you mention that you had some you like. Thanks!!

Your Injuries Belong to Me by @duskblue-art

Peter is hurt on patrol, and while he usually heals up quickly, this time… not so much. Unfortunately, he’s scheduled to attend a Stark Industries Gala the following night, so he’s just going to have to grin and bear it. He’ll do anything to get through the evening without disappointing Mr Stark. Even if it means hiding what could be a serious injury.

Falling into Place by @duskblue-art

Peter Parker is at a Gala with Tony Stark when the unthinkable happens. After the initial shock of it all, he thinks he's going to be okay, but then as time goes on, it becomes more clear that this is something he's going to have to work through and deal with. Luckily he has May and Tony at his side, as well has his best friend, Ned, to help him through it.

The Art of Handshakes by Emmeebee

When Tony invites Peter to a high-end gala as part of his mentorship, Peter feels like he’s in over his head. Can he get through it without revealing his secret identity? And what do fancy parties have to do with learning how to be a friendly neighbourhood Spider-man anyway?

You Make a Loop De Loop and Pull, and Your Bow Tie’s Looking Cool by CaptainAwesome242

Tony struggled not to laugh at the put out look on Peter’s face, “You came up with your web fluid formula in class and you’re on the academic decathlon team in one of the top high schools, but a bow tie? Oh no, you need a YouTube tutorial for that,”

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Tony takes Peter to his first ever black tie gala

when will i stop whumping them? (never) by @parkrstark

Chapter 5: poisoned

The power of makeup by SparrowFlight246

Peter shows up to a prestigious awards ceremony with a black eye and a whole lot of regret.

Tony raids Pepper's purse and decides to improvise.

#gala #hurt peter parker #sick peter parker #spiked drink #in some of these #fic rec #rec list #Anonymous

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artworkmartins · 7 months

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Spider Web Gala After Party — Limo

In Maeve's defense she has never seen a limo before...

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cutie1365 · 4 years

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A Kid from Queens Part 20

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language

A/N: For my sweet, sweet anon- Happy Birthday my love! This is for you, as you wish.

Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

Masterlist linked in my bio. Taglist in the reblog.

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With the gala a little more than a week away, you began to make your preparations. You’d already gotten your dress and had it fitted with your tailor. That left Peter. It wouldn’t be a stretch for you to assume that he’d never been to a gala before. Meaning most likely, he also didn’t have a suit. Or one that wasn’t a hand-me-down.

Of course, you’d already picked out the perfect Tom Ford black suit for him. You were the one that invited him and wanted him to come, the least you could do is get him a nice suit that he can wear for years to come. For that to happen, it would have to be tailored to perfection, and luckily you knew just the place.

Yes, you already had all of his measurements from his Spider-Man suit so you could just give them that, but where’s the fun in that? Everyone deserves a private audience with the best tailor in New York at least once in their life. The thrill of almost being impaled with tiny pins is completely worth the reward of having something made so perfectly for you. To have an item that no other person owns, and only fits you. Your body gets to be the canvas that the garment is painted on.

You’d already made the appointment when you texted Peter.

Are you free after school today?

Nearly an hour later, in what you suspected was a passing period, you got a reply.

Yeah, why?

You smirked as you typed your response, you wanted this to be a surprise.

You’ll see ;)

Peter shook his head with a smile at your cryptic message, if he knew one thing, it was to always expect the unexpected from a Stark.

As the final bell rang, he leisurely made his way from his locker out to the entrance of the school. He walked absentmindedly, hands in his pockets before he looked up and his eyes grew wide.

On the street in front of the school, you were leaning against your convertible. Sunglasses on, arms crossed as Flash stood before you. Your body language was a clear indication that you weren’t amused with Flash’s feeble attempts to flirt with you.

As you looked up and your eyes met with Peter's, a smile spread across your face as you wiggled your fingers in a wave. Flash whipped around to see what, or rather who, had drawn your attention.

“Penis Parker, your ride’s here.” Flash teased as Peter approached the car. You slowly lifted your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“You know Flash,” You took a long breath, drawing out your words, “For a straight guy, you really love to talk about Peter’s dick.”

Laughter erupted around you from the small crowd of Flash’s cronies that had gathered to watch him shoot his shot with a Stark. You lowered your sunglasses as you held your smirk, Flash’s face turned beet red and he stormed off with a huff.

“I think that was the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Peter beamed, a giddy smile on his face. You walked around the hood of the car and hopped back into the driver seat.

“I was just stating a fact,” You chuckled, “Hop in.”

Peter did as instructed, closing the door behind him. You kicked the car into drive and sped off.

“Did Flash ask why you were here?” Peter asked curiously, and you nodded in response.

“I told him Tony Stark needs Peter’s help on a project for his internship and asked me to pick him up right away,” You smirked, “That shut him up.”

Peter chuckled, imagining the look on Flash’s face when he realized that Peter wasn’t making any of this Stark Internship stuff up, and that Tony Stark actually knew who he was.

“So where are we really headed? Your text was very mysterious.” He smiled, you turned to face him once you’d reached the stop light.

You lifted your glasses and smiled at him, your eyes meeting. You couldn’t believe the two of you were here like this. A month ago you weren’t even speaking, and as much as that broke your heart it was worth it. The hiding and sneaking around was worth it to be here now with him, driving around New York with the top down, not caring who saw you.

You reached to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. Peter leaned closer to you and you met him halfway, your lips meeting for a moment in a chaste kiss.

A honk from the car behind you forced you apart as the light turned green.

“Let’s get a move on!” The driver yelled.

“We’re having a moment here!” You yelled back, earning a middle finger in response as you took your foot off the break.

“I love this fucking city,” You laughed, and Peter joined in.

“Are you gonna answer my question or am I supposed to guess?” Peter smirked, his hand still in yours.

“Queens.” You answer, glancing at Peter and seeing him raise a brow, “We’re going to a gala, and you need a suit. We’re going to my tailor.”

“So does that mean I get to see your dress?” He wiggles his brows, causing you to laugh.

“No, it’s a surprise.” You shook your head, using the heel of your hand to turn the steering wheel, taking you onto the Queensboro bridge. The first place you’d met Peter. If your father hadn’t enlisted you to find the webslinger, you would have never met him. Or maybe you would have. Maybe you were destined to meet and no matter what path you followed it would always lead to him.

“Where is this gala again?” Peter asked after a moment, he had been glancing out the car at the bridge. You wondered if he was also thinking about your chance encounter.

“Inside Belvedere Castle in Central Park.” You answer, it had recently reopened but you’ve never been to an event inside. It normally housed exhibits or small private parties. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited, and a little nervous. You didn’t want anything to go wrong, you needed a good night, especially considering what had happened last time. You knew you’d be safe with Peter by your side, but you just wanted one smooth night with no heroes required.

“Cool,” Peter nodded, having never been there himself. How he got wrapped up in a life of billionaires and crime fighting, he’d never know.

“So I figured we could get some food after the fitting? And maybe bring May some, because we need to do some schmoozing.” You said, causing Peter to raise a brow.

“Why?” He asked, curiously.

“Soo... they always book rooms in a hotel near the venue for after the gala. They collect the most donations at the bar of the afterparty and this year they picked The Plaza. They gave me a room, so I thought we could stay there, order room service, kinda have a mini vacation.” You explained, hoping this wouldn’t be too much. A gala is one thing, but spending the night in a big fancy hotel is another.

“That sounds amazing!” Peter beamed.

“But,” You said, drawing out the word, “I don’t want May to kill me, so we kinda need her blessing.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea. I don't think she’ll mind.” He said casually.

“I’m prepared with more shoes if she says no,” You laughed, but you weren’t kidding.

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“I don’t know... If my son asked to spend a night in a fancy hotel with his girlfriend I’d be a little hesitant.” You shrugged.

That was the first time Peter had heard you refer to yourself as his girlfriend, and that was the first time you’d said it outloud. You liked the way it sounded, you could get used to that.

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After a fitting full of laughter and you shamelessly checking out Peter’s ass, the two of you were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner and chatting.

“Hey guys,” May says as she walks in the door, “Oo that smells good.”

“We got you some.” You smile, pointing back to the box on the counter.

“Aw, you guys.” She smiled as she made her way to the kitchen, ruffling Peter’s hair on the way.

“How was work?” Peter asked Aunt May while he tried to flatten his hair.

“Good, good. What are you kids up to?” She asked, taking a bite.

“We were just talking about that charity gala I told you about.” Peter said.

“Oh right, the childhood cancer one.” She nodded, chewing.

“Yeah, so Y/N was just telling me that they gave us a room in the Plaza for that night, but we wanted to make sure that was ok with you first.” He said, and this was the moment of truth.

“I don’t know Peter, let me think about it.” May said, just as you’d suspected.

Peter looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting her to say that. You shook your head in a “don’t worry, I got this, follow my lead” kinda way.

You picked up your phone, and stared at it for a moment, forming your plan.

“Oh shoot,” You muttered, pretending to read and scroll through something on your phone.

“What is it?” Peter asked, looking over your shoulder, seeing the screen was black as you continued to tap on it.

“I forgot I had booked a salon and spa appointment for tomorrow but I have a meeting with the Robotics Board upstate,” You explained, turning and speaking directly to Peter.

“Can you get it moved?” He asked, playing along.

“No, it’s nonrefundable,” You shook your head, and went back to swiping on the blank screen before pretending like a brilliant idea just popped in your head, “Aunt May, why don’t you go?”

“Me?” She asked, surprised.

“I mean, it will just go to waste otherwise and I can’t make it. We’re starting trials on new nano-tech prototypes so it’s probably going to take all day.” You explained. If this whole engineering and CEO thing didn’t work out, you might have to go into acting, because you were killing this.

“Well... I guess if it’s gonna go to waste. I haven’t been to the spa in forever.” May smiled. Hook, line, sinker.

“Perfect, problem solved!” You smiled, and quickly changed the subject back to Peter’s day at school to not seem too suspicious.

Now we wait.

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The three of you talked for hours, about life, about school, about work. It felt good, normal even. Like this was something you could get used to. Peter and his Aunt accepted you so quickly into their world and their lives. You felt like you’ve been doing this for years, like you’ve known each other for years. They didn’t treat you like the daughter of a billionaire, they just treated you like Y/N.

Before you knew it, it was late and about time for you to head home. When you were with Peter time seemed to fly by. You were gathering your things when May spoke up.

“When’s this gala again?” She asked Peter, and you knew your plan was coming to fruition.

“Friday.” He answered.

“The Plaza you said?” She asked, and the two of you nodded in response.

She sighed, knowing you’d both be safe there and it was close to the venue.

“Ok.” She nodded and both of your faces lit up. It worked!

“But no alcohol.” She pointed at both of you with a stern face.

“No alcohol.” You and Peter repeated in unison, nodding along. That wouldn’t be a problem, you’d learned your lesson from last time you were drunk around Peter.

“No drugs.” She maintained her protective stare.

“No drugs.” You both nodded.

So far the bar was pretty low. If it were your father he’d be saying ‘No hacking government agencies, no lazers, and don’t do anything I would do’ which really took a lot off the list.

“And use protection.” May said finally, your eyes going wide. Peter dropped his head into his hands.

“May....” He groaned in embarrassment. You hoped your cheeks weren’t betraying you and turning a bright red. You never expected that to come out of May’s mouth.

“I’m just saying. You’re both adults, I just want you to be careful.” She answered, and you smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“I’ll um, I’ll walk you out.” Peter pointed to the door, and you followed him.

Peter was silent on the trip from the apartment to the elevator.

“Told you we’d need the spa day,” You smirked, trying to cheer him up. He still looked mortified by May’s comment.

“You know, my father would have said something much worse, so you shouldn’t be embarrassed.” You tried, comfortingly grabbing onto his arm.

“I know, I just... I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I want to go. Especially after what Thomas said-” Peter began to ramble, but you cut him off.

“Hey, hey. I know you Peter. I know you’re not like that. I don’t want you to worry about that. We’re in no rush. It’ll happen when the time is right.” You said, still surprised that clearly what Thomas had said was weighing on him so heavily. You knew he’d said it just to get under Peter’s skin, but you couldn’t let him win.

“Ok.” He nodded, seeming to be convinced by your words as the two of you stepped off the elevator onto the first floor.

“Now we can have a relaxing night out where you don’t have to lie about where you’re going.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood as you were approaching the door.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m sorry.” Peter shook his head for even bringing up Thomas. You grabbed his arm once more, stopping him from opening the door. He turned back to you, and furrowed his brows slighting in anticipation.

“There’s no need to apologize for caring, Peter. It’s sweet.” You assured him, and he smiled. He bent down to kiss you before leading you out to your car.

“Text me when you get home safe.” Peter instructed as he opened your car door for you, a true gentleman.

“I will, I’ll see you Friday. I actually do have a meeting for the Robotics Board tomorrow. Now I have to go book May a salon and spa appointment. Maybe I’ll throw in a manicure for good measure.” You rambled as you got into the car and started the engine, lowering the window as Peter closed the door.

“You’re gonna spoil her.” He teased, leaning into the open window.

“Who else am I going to spoil? Unless you want some Jimmy Choos and a mani pedi?” You teased back, making Peter chuckle.

“Drive safe.” He kissed you once more before backing up back onto the sidewalk.

“Bye.” You smiled with a wink before pulling out onto the street.

Once you had returned home and gotten into your pjs you raised your phone to take a selfie. Snapping the picture, you sent it to Peter to let him know you’d made it home safe.

Proof of life ;)

Almost immediately you saw the three flashing dots appear as Peter typed his reply.

Cute pjs, goodnight, don’t let the spiders bite.

You chuckled, shaking your head at your phone screen.

I don’t think that’s how the saying goes lol, stay safe on patrols tonight x

Pulling your blanket over yourself as you settled into bed, you heard your phone ding.

I always am ;)

You shook your head, that boy was going to be the death of you.

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cagestark · 5 years

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Masterlist

A (probably incomplete) list of my current works. While Peter is 18+ in all of these fics, other warnings vary. Please check the tags of a fic before proceeding. I also have a ko-fi where you can help a young stay at home mom (that’s me) feed her precious angel baby (that’s my daughter) by donating spare change.

Starker Works:

Indecent: (M) Tony gives Peter his first ride on a motorcycle.

Poor Excuses for Gods: (E) Hades!Tony is dying. Dionysus!Peter is a nice distraction.

Settling: (E) Peter wants to be taller than Tony. High heels help.

Together: (G) Peter spoils Tony.

In the Morning: (M) Tony gets sad and jealous over how much time Peter is spending with Bruce.

Powerful: (E) Tony seeks vengeance against Peter’s abusive ex.

Boiling Point: (E) Alpha!Peter is trying to seduce Omega!Tony but the man doesn’t even know it.

In Pursuit of Fool’s Gold: (T) Prince!Tony falls in love with Servant!Peter.

Breaking Character: (E) Tony and Peter are spies trying to take down a human trafficking ring.

Tamed: (E) Tony Stark is a bad boy, the opposite of everything Peter is. And exactly what he wants.

- Play: (G) From the Tamed-verse. Tony first sets his sights on Peter who is performing in the school play.

Lifesavers: (T) Paparazzo Quentin Beck has pictures of Tony cheating on Peter.

Bringing Balance: (E) Tony is going into heat for the first time since Peter moved into the tower. Good thing the boy is a beta (only he’s not).

Waiting Game: (E) Tony and Peter married out of high school and quickly divorced. They’re brought back together at their 20 year high school reunion.

Boredom: (E) Peter gives Tony a handjob during an Avengers meeting.

The Third Idea: (E) Tony and Peter experiment with edging and orgasm denial.

Rose-Tints My World: (T) Peter fakes an orgasm on stage at a Rocky Horror Picture Show live screening.

Permission: (E) Peter feels better when he cums with permission. Tony offers to be the one to give it.

Playing Pretend: (M) Tony sees through Peter’s ‘good boy’ act.

Defender: (E) Tony picks up a stray who sees the good in him.

Proxy: (E) Peter asks if Tony knows anybody who will take his virginity. Tony knows...at least one person.

Better Late Than Never: (E) Tony is a famous writer and Peter wins a meet and greet with him.

Stopover: (E) Ex-hitman Tony meets barista!Peter at a cafe in a small town.

Rebreak: (M) Tony falls prey to his addiction again.

Playing for Keeps: (E) Homeless Peter saves Mafia Boss Tony’s life. Now repayment needs discussed.

Better Late Than Never: (E) Peter wins a meet and greet with his favorite famous author, Tony Stark. But Tony is a mess.

Such is Youth: (E) Peter gets high and blows Tony while the older man is driving.

Drabbles--Multiship:

Hands: (E) Peter can’t keep Tony’s hands off of him.

Princess: (T) Mafia Boss!Tony left his Princess!Peter home alone all day.

Fire: (G) Firefighter!Tony has to rescue teacher!Peter when the elementary school is on fire.

Tip: (E) Silver fox!Tony runs a mechanic shop. He does some work for biker!bucky and Peter.

Bath: (G) After Peter is hurt on a mission, Tony cares for him.

Costume: (M) Peter and Tony meet at a comic con, and they flirt in-character.

Devotee: (E) Peter (with “help” from “friends”) tries to summon sex-god Tony.

Worth: (G) Post-endgame, established Starker reminds Bucky that he is worth sticking around for.

Winter: (G) Tony and Peter’s first date is spent getting hot chocolate in the winter time.

Three: (G) Tony and Bucky find their second soulmate in barista Peter Parker.

Gala: (G) The first time Tony takes his much younger boyfriend to a gala.

Elevator: (E) Bucky and Peter try sex in an elevator and are interrupted by Tony.

Untouched: (E) Bucky and Tony conspire to make their lover Peter cum untouched.

Arm: (E) The first time Bucky lets Tony touch his arm.

Soulmate: (G) Tony and Peter find out that Bucky is their soulmate.

Labwork: (T) An insecure Bucky spends time in the lab with flirtatious Tony and Peter.

Care: (G) Peter and Bucky take care of Tony after he spends too much time in the lab.

Fae: (G) Tony unwittingly walks into a fairy’s ring and meets fae!Peter.

Tattoo: (M) Masochist Peter gets his first tattoo.

Planner: (G) Wedding Planner!Peter and groom!Tony fall in love.

Burn: (M) Peter and Tony discover just how little Bucky cares about himself.

Poison: (T) Servant!Peter needs to testing King!Tony’s food for poison.

Puppy: (M) Peter and Tony experiment with puppy!play.

Prom: (G) Popular!Peter asks Nerd!Tony to the prom.

Assistance: (M) When Peter is the only one Bucky will allow to touch the arm, maintenance gets tricky (and arousing).

Delivery: (E) Deliver guy!Bucky walks in on an intimate moment between Peter and Tony.

Monitor: (G) Peter panics the first time his adopted daughter (with Tony) sleeps peacefully.

Problem: (M) Tony has a sex problem with Peter. One only Bucky can solve.

Strip: (M) While at a strip club after busting some Mafia baddies, Tony sees Peter’s moves.

Deepthroat: (E) Tony teaching Peter how to deepthroat cock.

Check Yes: (G) Morgan brings home a Valentine for Tony from a classmate’s father.

Self Care: (E) Peter and Bucky try to convince Tony to leave his work and partake in self care.

Tattoo: (M) Bucky notices that Tony has a tattoo.

Collaborate: (T) Bucky and Peter put aside their differences and decide to collaborate on wooing Tony.

Velvet Box: (G) Tony proposes to Peter, but Peter says no.

Mistaken: (G) Tony asks Peter to make things official. Peter thought they already were.

Convince: (E) Bucky tries to convince Tony that them having sex would be worth it.

Fair: (E) Tony walks in on Bucky and Peter, and then joins them.

Tattoo II: (M) Tony spots Peter’s new tattoo.

Hex Party: (M) Bucky tries to make new Wiccan friends on campus. Peter and Tony make a mistake.

Repay: (M) Peter patrols with a plug in. Tony has the remote.

Countdown: (T) Peter begs Mr. Stark to be his New Year’s Kiss.

Warm: (E) Tony comes home to find Peter keeping Bucky’s cock warm.

Practice: (M) Peter convinces Tony to help him practice kissing before he has to do it onstage.

Leaked: (M) Tony, Peter, and Bucky’s sex tape is leaked to the public.

Compete: (E) Tony and Bucky have a friendly competition for Peter’s pleasure.

Home: (G) Flash is convinced Peter is lying about living with Tony Stark.

Reveal: (G) Tony and Peter reveal their relationship to Aunt May.

Disorder: (G) Tony finds out that Peter has an eating disorder and vows to help him any way he can.

Time: (G) After Peter lives a long and happy life, he’s reunited with Tony in a place where they have all the time in the world.

WinterIronSpider Works:

Caught in a Spider’s Web: (E) Prison!Inmates Bucky and Tony seduce the new young guard.

Helping Hands: (E) Bucky finds a poor college student and brings him home.

Don’t You (Forget About Me): (M) MIT college student Tony agrees to let his roommate’s boyfriend pick their Halloween costumes.

A Hole in the Head: (E) Bucky is the assassin hired by mob boss Tony to protect bratty Peter.

Tony Stark/Original Characters Works:

Gratitude: (E) Tony helps rescue a tiger and is thanked by a zookeeper.

Original Works:

Bottled Up: You sell drugs. I mean, emotions.

Escape: Your deadbeat dad wants help with one last thing--escaping death.

#starker #winterironspider #cagemasterlist #cagewrites

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thelarryficrecplace · 5 years

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2019 Summer fics I’ve read and enjoyed

Hello friends! As some of you might know already, I took a small break from Tumblr and Fic reading as I had to focus on life for a few months. Honestly, I was almost sure I was going to delete this blog after coming back from travelling but now I’m home it turns out I’m more into reading fics than ever so here’s some fics I’ve read after my break that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed:

Delicate by FallingLikeThis:

Summary: They say opposites attract.

Maybe that’s why nerdy, shy Harry Styles has such a huge crush on rough, brash Louis Tomlinson.

And now, he's stuck in a lift with him.

Word count: 1,492

2,870 Miles by SadaVeniren:

Summary: Harry hated the BT Sports commentators, but considering he couldn’t fly to Baku while eight months pregnant this was all he had if he wanted to watch his husband in the Europa League final.

Word count: 1,508

Moon Dances Over by LadyLondonderry:

Summary: Louis knows that his tail is, frankly, stunning. His iridescent blue scales shimmer in even the slightest sunlight, and his fins have grown since he presented, delicate and almost transparent in their webbing.

He also knows that that means he’ll be one of the first to pick tonight, as the most beautiful omegas are blessed to pick their mates first. It’s considered a huge honour, since the guppies they’ll eventually birth will certainly be beautiful as well, bringing favour on the whole clan.

Louis has a stubborn streak, though. He’s always been rather a fan of mating for love, and there’s someone he’s had his eye on for a long time now.

Word count: 1,982

On the edge of the next nine years by forreveries:

Summary: In which Harry and Louis come out at the Met Gala.

Word count: 2,503

Public Display of Erection by dinosaursmate:

Summary: Louis has moved into his new flat and is surprised by what he witnesses out of his window.

Word count: 2,283

White Stripes by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry’s roommate is gorgeous, kind, generous, and basically everything Harry has ever wanted in another alpha. The only problem is that he isn’t even sure that his alpha roommate is into other alphas. In an effort to finally get over him, he lets Niall set him up on a blind date.

Word count: 3,148

or are you giving it to someone else by louistomlinsons:

Summary: or, louis hears his neighbor having loud sex through the walls and it's not a problem until it is

Word count: 3,337

Understanding Silences by Jennifer_Kaid:

Summary: Staring at the black swirling ink was something everyone did, fantasizing the voice speaking those words, picturing the scenario that would lead them to find their soulmate. Harry did that too, only, he wondered why would those be his soulmate's first words. It was not a light curiosity, it was big question in his life.

Word count: 3,486

tiny exaggeration by jaerie:

Summary: Louis is frustrated that they've been dating for months and still haven't taken their relationship to the next level. Sometimes the foolishness of the past lingers in the present. Louis wants that to change.

Word count: 3,812

Roll the Dice by allwaswell16:

Summary: Louis has been in love with Harry since they were eighteen. It isn't until Harry's thirtieth birthday in Las Vegas that Louis must finally decide to either tell Harry how he feels or let him marry someone else.

Word count: 3,870

getting high in mine by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Getting home from a festival is miserable by any method, but a three-hour train ride is truly the bottom of the barrel.

This time, though, with the help of the cute guy sitting on the floor, it might not be so bad.

Word count: 3,951

Nothing Can Come Between by HamPalpert:

Summary: Louis comes over for film night, and Harry keeps his hands to himself. Literally. But what's supposed to be a secret self-love session quickly spirals out of control.

Word count: 4,121

take on me by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Louis is an assassin. Normally, he's a very good assassin. This hasn't happened to him before.

Word count: 4,155

hard for me to know i might see you around by coffeelouis (silverspoonharry):

Summary: [or, a TINDER AU where Harry swipes left on Louis' joke of a profile, then ends up stuck next to him on a trans-Atlantic flight.]

Word count: 4,204

Home Remedies by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Louis’ hiccups just won’t stop. Harry, his roommate and best friend, is willing to do anything to help.

Word count: 4,230

Finally Their Time by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes):

Summary: (Or, Harry and Louis attend the Met Gala together, and suddenly the whole world knows)

Word count: 4,230

Stealing Flowers by lululawrence:

Summary: Or the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.

Word count: 4,287

to be a king beside you somehow by nauticalleeds (metamorphosis):

Summary: Or, Harry and Louis come out at the 2019 Met Gala. It's not supposed to be easy. Somehow, it is.

Word count; 4,723

bloom! by turnyourankle:

Summary: Harry is a florist, and Louis is the very taken repeat customer he can't get out of his head.

Word count: 4,835

My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else by SilverShadow1:

Summary: The one where Harry screams, 'Daddy!' at a party and what follows is the best night of his life.

Word count: 4,963

Whisk me off my feet by allwaswell16:

Summary: When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

Word count: 5,054

Thumbing My Way Back to You by 13ways:

Summary: Louis is on his way back to London after the Hits Live Birmingham concert. Harry is flying to New York for the Met Gala. They connect.

Word count: 5,286

I’ll Show You Magic by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Louis didn’t mean to go home with a Muggle, and he didn’t mean to sneak out of his flat in the morning. He definitely didn’t mean to wind up in that same flat a month later, attempting to steal a magical object before the Muggle gets home.

Word count: 5,330

Hey, Mr. DJ by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry really, really does NOT want to go out to a club tonight and be hassled by a bunch of alpha knotheads, but against his better judgement, he finds himself alone on the dance floor, barefoot, with an orange in his hand. This is all Niall's fault. At least the DJ is the most strikingly gorgeous alpha he's ever seen...

Word count: 5,513

wild love twisting all over for you by angelichl:

Summary: Harry and Louis meet on the set of a video.

Word count: 6,067

Easier by allwaswell16:

Summary: The last person Louis wants to see is his ex-boyfriend who also happens to be his soulmate.

Word count: 6,148

burnt & tied up by tilthesundies:

Summary: Come to the show tonight, Harry told him. Begged him. Pleaded with him.

Louis isn’t doing this for him.

Word count: 6,327

Won't You Love Me? by Halos_Boat:

Summary: Where Louis is Spider-Man, Harry is oblivious, Liam has a problem with communicating his feelings, Zayn is frustratingly handsome and Niall has a pet turtle.

Word count: 6,478

Stay forever by allwaswell16:

Summary: For the last year and a half, Harry has spent his coffee break at the same cafe every day, not because he loves their coffee, but rather because of the gorgeous omega behind the counter making the coffees. As a beta, he’s sure he doesn’t stand a chance with him, so he goes online to find as close a substitute as possible.

Word count: 6,481

Graphic design is my passion by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Graphic design student Louis Tomlinson has exams to study for and final art projects to complete, if it would stop raining long enough for him to walk across campus. Luckily Harry Styles has an umbrella, and he’s perfectly willing to share.

Louis doesn’t plan to get his heart broken and he doesn’t plan to make almost a hundred silicone dildos. One of these things definitely happens.

Word count: 6,482

'Sup by MediaWhore:

Summary: Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

Word count: 6,712

Act Out by feermartsant:

Summary: Harry and Louis try to spice it up a little for their 10th year marriage anniversary. Cliché role play ensues.

Word count: 6,721

Traffic Light by dinosaursmate:

Summary: Harry, a university student fresh out of a relationship, attends a Traffic Light Party. He knew all about the red, yellow and green cups, but the blue one confuses him. What does DTF mean, anyway?

Word count: 7,120

streetwise hercules by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to scare away his one night stands.

Word count: 7,272

A Little Bit Like Fate by Galaxie:

Summary: Louis stumbles upon a kiss-in protest for LGBTQ rights, and he meets Harry. They click. It feels a little bit like fate.

Word count: 7,744

i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved by werebothstubborn:

Summary: Louis has a brilliant idea. Harry begs to differ. Until he doesn't.

Word count: 8,376

The Charles Compass Trilogy by SadaVeniren:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a successful writer who rents a beach house on the Cape to try and finish the final book in his successful Charles Compass trilogy.

Word count: 8,671

The way you smile by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry doesn’t need to go on holiday. Unfortunately, his mum and sister disagree, which is how he ends up alone on holiday in the Caribbean. Luckily, he's not alone for long.

Word count: 9,619

You Turned Up (Like a Friend of Mine) by lululawrence:

Summary: Or the one where Harry disappears on graduation day only to show up on Louis' door looking exactly the same ten years later. Through a series of strange events, maybe they can finally figure out that they're destined to be together, no matter what.

Word count: 10,070

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry's a barman at Flaming Saddles, a country and western themed gay bar.

Louis’ a customer who’d like to see if the tall barman is as good on the ropes as everyone says he is...

Word count: 10,222

Everything I need I get from you by jaerie:

Summary: In a world where music and sound are just as vital to health as food, Harry is stuck in a town that thinks professional music is a scam and a relationship he never wanted. One chance event changes his life.

Word count: 10,456

all the strings attached by floweredhalo:

Summary: “He wasn’t good enough for you anyway, H,” Louis says and continues eating. Harry’s still reeling from the fact that Louis is jealous. Part of him wants to prove that Louis has nothing to be jealous about, that Harry is fully Louis’ and no one else’s. The other part wants to punish Louis for acting spoiled. But Harry can’t act on either urge, he tightens his hand into a fist in his lap instead.

“No, he wasn’t. He didn’t quite fit the job.”

“Harry, it wouldn’t be a job to date you. It would be lovely,” Louis says, almost in a whisper. They’re sitting closer, Harry just now notices. Louis’ body is completely angled towards Harry and Harry’s body is not far behind.

Word count: 10,517

come together by bottomlinsons:

Summary: Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven't talked.Their coming group project is gonna change that.

Word count: 11,079

couldn't be more in love by cabinbythesea:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is thirty-one. Harry Styles is not. (Best friends with a seven year age gap who fuck because they are both actually smitten and, let’s face it, hot as fuck together).

Featuring an engagement ring without actually being engaged, a Medicine by Harry Styles reference, and a painful playlist.

Word count: 11,502

Eyes Wide Open by lovelarry10:

Summary: The X Factor House. Louis wanks. Harry watches. Everything changes...

Word count: 12,046

Waste the Night by wickedarcher_08:

Summary: Harry is excited to finally see his favourite band in concert and his favourite person, the guitarist of the band, Louis Tomlinson. Little does he know what the night has in store for him.

Word count: 12,196

Breathe In, Breathe Out by dinosaursmate:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson begins visiting a new pub on his lunch break, mostly because he really fancies Harry, the cute, curly-haired barman. As Louis gears up to ask him out, he doesn't realise that there is a huge stumbling block in his way: Harry is taken, and by someone rather familiar.

Word count: 12,408

No Bunny But You by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks):

Summary: A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.

Word count: 13,043

In a sky full of stars, be my Northern lights by we_are_the_same:

Summary: Harry: Hello! Harry: Thank you for swiping right Harry: I have a proposition for you

Word count: 13,420

Could you love me anyway by SadaVeniren:

Summary: aka Harry and Louis begin playing ping pong during the X-Factor Tour. It quickly gets out of hand.

Word count: 13,444

The Boy With The Pearl Earring by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry heads home after the Met Gala to get ready for the After Party, but there's a surprise waiting for him...

Word count: 14,252

just one look (and i fell so hard) by disgruntledkittenface:

Summary: Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

Word count: 15,274

tonight's not over (come over and stay) by louistomlinsons:

Summary: or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

Word count: 16,990

Fiction Romance by rougeandtonic:

Summary: Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who've sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can't understand why he's sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

Word count: 17,560

I Want You S'more by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where the least alpha-y alpha and the least omega-y omega show that secondary genders aren’t set in stone and sometimes it works when you kinda share that.

Word count: 17,939

You Have to Retreat to Advance by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where Harry is expected to bring his longterm omega to the company's mountain retreat. Since he hadn't told anyone that they'd broken up months ago, he now has to find someone willing to play the part.

Word count: 18,056

Leather And Lace by DEAdea:

Summary: Or a short BDSM AU where Louis wants someone to make him forget how to speak and Harry will do everything to make him say all the words.

Word count: 19,319

say that you can see me (i'll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis (silverspoonharry):

Summary: [or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]

Word count: 20,053

Be Mine, Dear by louisgrindsonharry:

Summary: The one where Louis just wants to meet his mate, and all it takes is for him to get a new neighbor.

Word count: 20,104

Drunk in Love (last thing I remember) by MrsStylinson:

Summary: Or the one where Louis wakes up, naked, in a stranger's bed and has no idea how he got there. Maybe it's foul play. Maybe it's just the kindness of a handsome stranger amused by his drunken antics.

Word count: 22,102

I Drove All Night (To Get To You) by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry’s job as a chauffeur for the rich and famous was not as flashy as he’d thought. Late nights having to listen to the ridiculous demands and whims of these high profile clients leaves him disheartened with the world he thought was all glitz and glamour.

One night his boss asks him a favour. To collect one last client before he clocks off. Only problem is when that client gets into the car it’s Louis Tomlinson. As in Harry’s all time crush. As in future husband and father of all his children Louis Tomlinson.

He can be cool and professional, right?

Word count: 23,481

The Daddiest Place on Earth by lovelarry10:

Summary: Louis. Harry. Instagram. A whole lot of confusion and a whole lot of laughs...

Word count: 23,558

Whipped Cream by writingstylinson:

Summary: [Harry is a deaf photographer in charge of taking Lottie's wedding pictures. Louis is determined for Harry to be his plus one.

Word count: 24,186

I Can Be Your Hero Baby (Just Let Me Get My Sword) by CalamityK:

Summary: Or that AU where Louis is a private investigator with London's biggest crime boss out for his head, and Harry is the Musketeer he accidentally calls through time to save him.

Word count: 24,531

you are half of me (and I am all for you) by angelichl:

Summary: One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

Word count: 24,731

(Something's Been) Hiding In My Heart by lululawrence:

Summary: Or a Sweet Home Alabama AU where Louis comes home to finally get his divorce from Harry finalized so he can move on with his life. Alderford holds its own set of challenges when he returns, but by facing his past maybe he can find the healing he so desperately needs.

Word count: 25,569

Play Me A Memory by jacaranda_bloom:

Summary: Louis lives with his nine-year-old son Jake in a peaceful beachside community on the east coast of Australia, working as an entertainment coordinator at the local five-star resort. Harry is a recluse who lives on millionaires row and writes musical scores for blockbuster movies. When the roots of a wayward willow tree create havoc at his home, Harry is forced to stay at the resort while repairs are carried out.

Cue matchmaking storms, muffin preferences, laughter, love, and a whole lotta music.

Word count: 26,932

And That's The Tea by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

Word count: 27,590

i can reflect the moon by bitterlee:

Summary: it's 1976. harry writes songs. they're about louis. it's none of his business.

Word count: 28,577

gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by resurrectdead:

Summary: or: Harry is a hot mess. Liam is a brilliant roommate. Niall is a wise lesbian co-worker. Clifford is a good boy. Louis is a bad boy. Circumstances are bizarre.

Word count: 29,940

the act of making noise by suspendrs:

Summary: Or, Louis's famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont.

Word count: 32,084

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

Word count: 32,354

Latching Onto You by reminiscingintherain:

Summary: Or, the one where Louis wants to book Harry Styles to perform at his best friends' wedding.

Word count: 34,313

Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory:

Summary: As an engagement gift from his parents, Harry and his fiance receive an all expenses paid cruise trip for two. But one week before they're set to sail, Harry walks in on his fiance cheating on him. Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

Word count: 34,753

Counterbalance by YesIsAWorld:

Summary: Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

Word count: 44,777

That's What I'm Here For by taggiecb:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Word count: 46,838

Tied to Fate by littlelouishiccups:

Summary: After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him.

Word count: 52,313

Shine On (You Crazy Diamond) by larrymaybe22

Summary: The year is 1974 and Britain’s glam rock scene is in full swing. Enter Louis, a broke and dejected student who finds himself on a tour bus of all places, working as a roadie for the enigmatic “womanizer” Harry Styles. Along the way, Louis discovers the cruelty of fame and that maybe there is more than meets the eye beyond the curls, cocaine, and crazy suits.

Word count: 58,750

waiting for the tides to meet by nauticalleeds (metamorphosis):

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

Word count: 59,871

Becoming Us by sweariwouldnt:

Summary: Married at First Sight is a television show in which hopefuls looking for The One are matched by experts deeming them to be the perfect match. The twist? They meet each other for the first time at the altar. When they exchange their 'I do's'. And get married for real.

One Harry and Louis find each other at the altar. They have five weeks to make or break the set-up marriage.

Word count: 59,880

Consequences by allwaswell16:

Summary: Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

Word count: 78,566

Face Your Fears by SadaVeniren:

Summary: Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

Word count: 92,219

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore:

Summary: As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Word count: 113,303

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10:

Summary: “Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Word count: 117,895

#larry #larry au #personal fav #masterpost #larry fic #larry fics #larry fic rec #larry fic recs #fic #fics #fic rec #fic recs #larry stylinson #larry masterpost

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ladynuwanda · 4 years

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Whatever Souls Are Made Of (Michael LandonXMallory AU) - Chapter 4

A/N: Are you guys still there? I’m still here! This was a tricky chapter to write, but kind of exciting as well! I hope you enjoy it... <3

Warnings: None, I guess. Big revelations. Some liberties I took with Mists of Avalon folklore, again... I hope you don’t mind!

Word Count: 3K

Life finds a way to go on, no matter what. In the aftermath of Michael’s departure with Lady Mead, the Coven had to prepare for a Seven Wonders Trial to define a new leadership. Cordelia was now Lady Cordelia, the one and only Supreme, to no one’s surprise but her own. And the beginning of her leading journey was to put everything back in place after the cruelest of Summers. Not only by redefining people’s roles in the Coven, but making the remaining members of the household feel safe again. It was Lady Cordelia’s first job to turn the Manor back into a home.

For the longest time Mallory could only ask herself how a broken heart can keep on beating, when it shouldn’t. She should have the right to leave this world, now that all hopes of love were lost, she shouldn’t be forced to live. It was just so hard. Breathing was such a chore. But in spite of all the pain, she was still there. And it wasn’t in Mallory’s nature to quit. If being a witch and a member of the Coven was all she had left, she was going to be the best witch the Coven had ever seen. And the best sister the only family that remained to her could possibly have. She studied longer and harder than anyone else, to perfect her craft. And decided to dedicate all the love she held in her heart to her sisters, old and new.

It was another terrible blow to the witches, specially Zoe, when they found out that Madison Montgomery’s body had disappeared on the same night Michael escaped with Lady Mead. But life did go on, even if that particular crime were to remain unsolved and no justice whatsoever was ever made in Madison’s name. Under the leadership of their new Supreme, everything in the Coven fell back into place during the following years. Teachers left the school to work elsewhere, students became teachers and new students arrived. And the inhabitants of the Manor experienced an unprecedented time of peace and safety.

Lady Mead’s presence seemed to have left some sort of a curse on the Grange halls and grounds. There was no proper tenant there and it was mostly closed for the next five years. Until it wasn’t. But whoever the new tenant was, he or she had not yet set foot on the grounds, all transactions were made by employees, and all contracts signed under a social name, the Cooperative. The moving happened in the middle of the night, and no one in the Coven ever saw who it was. In a few days, a formal invitation was delivered to the Manor, for a gala event at the newly-renamed Hawthorne Grange, an opportunity for the new tenant to make introductions to whomever among the new neighbours could be relevant.

The entire household had been invited and were welcomed to the Grange by the new Governess, one Wilhemina Venable. Over glasses of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, she told them about the new tenant’s plans to turn Hawthorne Grange into a school for special boys, not unlike Robichaux Manor was for girls. Myrtle Snow found the very notion risible, after all men are simply not equal to women when it comes to magical ability. “Not to mention everything else”, quipped Myrtle. Miss Venable didn’t seem to register the comment, she merely went on explaining that the new tenant and the Cooperative had big plans for young warlocks everywhere.

It was then that the witches noticed that the party guests weren’t just the most prominent inhabitants of the neighbouring properties, but also a group of warlocks they had never seen before, most likely the potential teachers of the school to be. As well as the two guests of honour, a pair of strange men with the most unusual haircuts, that weren’t interacting with anyone but each other at the festive occasion. Making them the most unknown, or unpopular, guests of honour in any party the witches had ever been to. And to add to the strangeness of the event, there was still no sign of the actual new tenant anywhere.

There was dancing at the party, although Zoe and Kyle were probably the only pair of dancers that seemed to actually have known each other beforehand. Mallory was standing alone at one corner, with a glass of wine for company, while Coco danced with Lord Brock, a young and wealthy farmer who owned a property not far from Robichaux Manor. Mallory was quite pleased to see her friend getting to know someone new, but she was positively sure that her own days of being swept off her feet on the dance floor were over.

She was so lost in thought, enjoying her wine more by the minute, giving Coco encouraging smiles while she danced with her beau, that she didn’t even notice the tall, dark figure that was standing next to her, until she heard a voice that was more familiar than her own, a voice she hadn’t expected to hear ever again in her life, saying “may I have the next dance?”. It was Michael but he was so different, only Mallory could recognise him. He was dressed impeccably in tones of black and red, his long golden hair falling softly to his shoulders and he had an icy glint to his blue eyes. That was the greatest difference from the boy she knew, not his perfect manners or the way he dressed, but the way his face was set. The stone-cold look hardening his delicate features.

But it was Michael, nonetheless. Right in front of her, alive and well. And back home, somehow. She didn’t hesitate to take the hand he offered and they joined the other dancers. Mallory was lost in a daze, staring at the face she loved so much, she couldn’t even pay attention to the dance steps. There was so much she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to ask. Part of her was wondering how it was possible that he was back after five years, and looking so different. But another part of her was ignoring all the questions, and only wished to hold him close and kiss him all over.

An uncomfortable silence began to gradually fill the hall as they danced and people realised who Mallory’s partner was. Not only that it was Michael, and he was back, but the knowledge that this was the new tenant spread around the small crowd like wildfire. One by one, the couples of dancers stopped and stepped back from where they were. By the time the final chords of music were playing, only Mallory, still lost in wonder of the most magnificent surprise in her life, and Michael, hellbent on causing shock, were still moving. The overall atmosphere of the party, as well as the countenance of the bystanders, wouldn’t be out of place if it was a funeral that they were attending.

Misty got Mallory back to stand with the witches once the dance was done, and Michael formally welcomed everyone to the Grange. He gave the shocked crowd a brief explanation of his plans for Hawthorne School for young warlocks, and introduced the Cooperative members. Their guests of honour, and most collaborative patrons, were Lords Pfister and Nutter. But the most surprising addition to the group was the returning Lady Mead and their youngest servant, Madison Montgomery, “Revelation, trollops. I’ll wager you assumed you had laid eyes on me for the last time.”

Michael made no secret of his goals to set the school for warlocks right next to Robichaux’s, the plan was to end the Coven’s supremacy and mark the beginning of a new era in magic, a male dominated world. The unusual gentlemen, Lords Pfister and Nutter, claimed to have money to buy half of Yorkshire if they so desired, and were there simply because they had absolute faith in Michael’s designs. A small group of warlock lords was introduced as the future Hawthorne professors, and seemed unapologetically pleased by the look of shock on the witches’ faces.

During the speech, very slowly, all members of the Coven moved closer to each other, gathering around Lady Cordelia for guidance. The Supreme was listening to everything in silence, her well-trained mind working double time to find a way out of the spider’s web Michael had lured then into. Even Mallory had joined her sisters, no longer marvelling at the miracle of Michael’s return, but terrified of this new air of authority around him and the cold way he exposed his plans, not once glancing at his former lover. Like she wasn’t even there, like she was no one.

Michael noticed the way the Coven moved and, to everyone’s surprise, he was amused by it. “There is no need for fear, my old friends”, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “you’re under no immediate danger in my house”, he moved closer to Cordelia, his eyes burning into hers, “I want you to be there and witness when I get everything I want, and leave you with nothing. And when that happens, I want to be the one to watch the light leave your eyes, Lady Supreme”, the two last words dropped from his lips like they were something filthy.

“And now, you all may go, this celebration is over”, and without another word he turned around and disappeared inside of the house, and his governess ushered the many guests outside. Zoe wanted to talk do Madison, but she had already disappeared the same way Michael went, probably readying herself to attend to her Master’s every needs. Cordelia was lost in thought on her way home, she wanted to know now, more than ever, how in hell the boy had escaped that night, even before she understood how he could possibly be back. Misty was also distracted by her own mind, wondering how it was that everything went so badly. She just wanted to avoid the death of Mallory’s lover, how was she supposed to know she was actually unleashing the force that could destroy the Coven once and for all.

All members of the Coven arrived at the manor like soldiers in the aftermath of a terrible battle, even though the war was just getting started and the casualties hadn’t even begun yet. Tired as they were, no one could retire to their rooms without discussing what had just happened. Mallory told them as fast as she could that she had helped Michael escape five years before. No one was surprised, even Cordelia looked at her like she had always known. Misty was thankful Mallory hadn’t mentioned her help, but couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. None of them could have predicted the fury with which Cordelia responded, definitely not Misty.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?? The evil you’ve unleashed upon the world?? Upon ourselves??”, Cordelia’s face was red and she could hardly breath. Myrtle was the one to breath some sense into this unusually heated Cordelia “They don’t, my darling child, they very obviously don’t. We thought some secrets were better off being kept from the Coven, but like every other of your Lady Mother’s ideas, this might as well have been a mistake.” Now it was Misty’s turn to get offended at her paramour’s lack of trust in the Coven “You kept your mother’s secrets from the Coven? Even... from me??”, there were tears in sweet Misty’s eyes when she asked these questions. “Lady Cordelia, how could you? After what your mother had done... you still kept her secrets from us. And, even worse, secrets that could put us in danger!”, Zoe Benson’s usually sweet tones were a little higher with shock.

Cordelia’s anger subsided under the offended look she received from everyone else. It was time. They had the right to know, specially Mallory. With a heavy heart the Supreme began to tell the story of a boy born from evil, the son of the Devil himself. Of a mother who died in childbirth, and a grandmother who didn’t know what to do with a child so special in the darkest way possible. Of how Lady Constance trusted her grandson to Lady Fiona and the Coven, knowing the witches would be able to raise the boy while keeping his evil nature in check. And how it seemed to be working fine, until a certain follower of Satan knew about the boy and his powers. “Now I don’t know what his plans are in the long run, but now we know it begins with getting rid of us and creating the rise of Warlocks...”, Cordelia ended her story with a tired sigh.

The room was silent as a tomb. Only Myrtle Snow had heard this story before, everyone else was shocked beyond their wits. “When you say Son of the Devil, you mean...”, Misty asked when she found her voice again. “Not the Christian devil, my child”, said Myrtle, “he was conceived during the festival of Samhain, his father was the dark god of the underworld, the Horned God, the one who should never have offspring”. Every witch knew about it. When the veil between worlds is thin, and the dark god roams the Earth, it is no time to bring children into this world, “What kind of dark soul would chose to be reincarnated during the festival of darkness?”, Misty was talking more to herself than anyone else. Cordelia told them that Michael’s mother had been tricked into laying with the Dark One, and she had paid for it with her life. No mother has ever survived the birth of a Samhain child.

Even though it made everything else in Michael’s life make sense knowing who he really was, not a single member of the Coven had considered this hypothesis before. But no one was more destroyed by this new piece of information than Mallory. For her, it was like the very fabric of truth had been torn apart, nothing else in her life made sense anymore. The one she loved more than her own life had been conceived and born cursed. For the first years of his life, the Coven tried to make sure the darkness in him remained dormant, but it had found a way to come out. It would always find a way. She thought that her love had made her try and save him five years before, but now how could she know it wasn’t another trick from the dark god to keep his son safe? Giving him a guardian angel inside de very Coven that was supposed to protect the world from him.

Mallory feared she had just been a plaything, manipulated by the dark forces to make sure their designs were fulfilled. Michael himself wouldn’t know, the evil in him would have made him seduce her, entice her, and made sure she’d do anything to save him... but this was ridiculous. She knew it wasn’t true just as the thoughts were forming inside her head. They didn’t love each other because of his darkness, it was in spite of it. Whatever light there was in Michael, it came from their love. And she knew their feelings were pure and real, even if nothing else was. That’s when the unfairness of it all dawned on her. That Lady Cordelia and Myrtle Snow had kept Michael’s dark secret from her, as well as from the rest of the Coven, all this time.

“How could you keep that from us? From all of us?”, it was Misty who was voicing Mallory’s thoughts. And everyone else in the room was looking at their leaders with accusing eyes. “I thought I was protecting you”, Lady Cordelia said simply, her voice weak. “Lady Fiona thought no one would agree to keep the boy in the Manor if anybody knew”, said Myrtle, “and I have reasons to believe she had a plan when she agreed to take care of him. I believe she thought he could be useful to her, somehow...”, she ended with the slightest shrug. “Who else knew?”, Zoe’s sweet voice had turned cold. “We don’t know how, but clearly Lady Mead knew”, Cordelia answered Zoe’s question while staring at Mallory, honest curiosity in her eyes.

Yes, it was clear for Mallory as well now, that Lady Mead knew exactly what she was doing when she offered to teach Michael how to use his powers. And in that moment Mallory knew it wasn’t chance that had brought the strange woman to the Grange. It became clear for her that Lady Mead knew who Michael was and where to find him. And that’s what had brought her there. And after Mallory and Misty had helped him escape, he went away with the lady, and continued with his lessons, went on developing his powers. So the Michael that was tenant in the old Thrushcross Grange now was far more powerful than the one who had run away into the night all those years before.

Misty lifted her head high and refused to apologise for helping Michael escape. She would never have done that if she knew the whole truth about the boy. Whatever she did, she did it for Mallory, and it was the best she could have done with what she knew. Mallory. All the eyes in the room had fallen upon the sweet young witch, who was still trying to process what she had learned in the past few hours. They knew she was the Coven’s only chance. The only person in the world who could plead with Michael, asking him to spare the witches. But would she? Would she walk alone into the lion’s den and negotiate with the king? Would she be willing to face her long-lost lover, who was now back for blood? Lady Cordelia had voiced those doubts, and now the entire Coven looked at Mallory, holding their breaths waiting for her answer.

“Yes. I’ll go.”

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#American Horror Story #AHS Apocalypse #Michael Langdon #Mallory #Cody Fern #Billie Lourd #AHS Brontë AU #Wuthering Heights #MCA #Millory #Fanfiction #Whatever Souls Are Made Of

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Saving The Parents

Tony woke with a pounding head and blurred vision, and absolutely no idea where he was. When his vision cleared though, his watch and sunglasses were missing and he found himself on some unforgiving concrete flooring. Every bone and muscle in his body was protesting having to lay on a hard surface that he probably hadn't even been on for more than ten minutes.

A quick look around his concrete prison revealed that he was alone and that was what made his heart clench. He was with Stephen when (Tony assumed) they were drugged and grabbed on their way to a charity gala, and his husband was nowhere to be seen. It was unlikely that they only took the engineer. Even dumbass kidnappers would know to use the sorcerer against him. It wasn't exactly a secret that they were married. Tony just really hoped that Peter was still safe at home.

Shit, he fell deep into the parenting hole. Here he was, being held hostage for some asinine reason, and he was worrying about Peter. That wasn't bad but he felt that unless he had evidence that the teen was in danger, he should be worrying more about himself and Stephen. Definitely Stephen. He didn't care about himself right now. He needed to know where the sorcerer was and if he was okay.

He found out about ten minutes later that the doctor was not okay. The door to his windowless room slammed open and Stephen was thrown in where he fell to the ground in a bloody heap. The door was closed before Tony could get a look at their captors, so he turned his focus back onto his bleeding husband.

"Fuck."

That single word was an enormous understatement for their situation. When Tony managed to crawl over to the motionless sorcerer, he felt bile rise in his throat when he saw the man's injuries. Stephen was undoubtedly tortured for either information he didn't have or even just because he was married to the billionaire, and that thought made Tony swallow back his body's second attempt to vomit.

He tears open the doctor's bloodied shirt to find the worst of the injuries and he shrugs off his blazer to apply pressure to worst of what looked to be stab wounds. It definitely wasn't the only way Stephen was tortured. There were burn marks everywhere he could see skin, his hair was wet, and there were lash marks--

"Oh baby...I'm so sorry, and it's going to suck, but I really need you to wake up." Tony says as he lightly slaps Stephen's cheek. Thankfully, the sorcerer does wake up but the engineer's heart breaks when he comes to with a whimper. "I know. I know. I need you to focus your magic on your wounds and heal yourself. That's a thing right?"

"Don't..." Stephen mumbles incoherently. "...sleep..."

"No. No! No sleeping! You will not wake up! You're bleeding too much!" Tony panics until Stephen weakly reaches up and grabs his bicep.

"Tony. Don't let me sleep." He chokes out. "Not...not until I...heal myself."

Tony nods and watches carefully over the next (what felt like) hour as the worst of Stephen's wounds close, only having to lightly smack the sorcerer back to attention twice. When Stephen finally finished, and vocalized the fact, Tony gently pulls him toward the far wall and sits against it, letting Stephen lay his head in his lap. The sorcerer fell asleep in seconds.

In the midst of Tony's panic, he didn't fail to notice that Stephen was tech free as well. He really wanted to know if the sorcerer knew what was going on, but he didn't have the heart to ask him anything when he was in so much pain. Something Tony would fight to never let happen again. If their captors came back thinking they could just take Stephen again, they had another thing coming.

Tony sat there for a long time. He couldn't say how long, since there were no windows to show if it was night or day, hell, he didn't even know if it was still the same day they were taken. He may very well have been out for twenty-four hours and their captors got sick of waiting and took Stephen while he was unconscious. He was getting tired again but he wouldn't sleep. Not when Stephen was vulnerable.

It was hard anyway because the concrete floor and wall were hurting his ass and digging into his back. There would be no sleep for him

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Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Peter wanted to yell at his spider senses because he knew something was wrong. Tony and Stephen never came home from the party or whatever it was they went to and for once, Peter wished his parents had shoved him into a three piece suit and made him go with them. They hadn't called or texted with a change of plans, something they always did, so the teen's worry was through the roof. It actually took him a good hour to even think about telling the team and tracking his parents after he woke up that morning and found their bed empty. He asked FRIDAY if they had gone somewhere, but the AI stated they never came home.

So now the team was sitting silently in the living room while both FRIDAY and Victor tracked their corresponding humans, and Peter alternated between pacing and sitting to bite his thumb. The biting was quickly stopped by Bucky who would pull his hand away whenever Peter's fingers inched toward the teen's mouth and the former sergeant ignored the glares directed at him. So the vigilante stuck to pacing until FRIDAY finally spoke up.

"I managed to track Boss and the doctor approximately ten miles from town but then something interfered with the equipment."

"Look for any bunkers or warehouses near where you lost the signal." Rhodey orders.

"Sending satellite images to the tablet now." FRIDAY responds.

Rhodey picks up Tony's tablet from the coffee table before Peter can, and pulls up a hologram of the pictures. "These are all legitimate bases for SHIELD and...wait..." The colonel zooms in on a group of trees to show a well hidden part of a building. "FRIDAY...is that building still abandoned?"

"Yes Colonel. No one has bought it yet."

"That's our best bet. We'll take the Quinjet."

"Alright. Everybody suit up. Bruce stay here in case they might need medical attention." Steve orders and Bruce nods before leaving to stand-by in med-bay.

Rhodey turns to Peter when the teen's suit covers him. "Peter--"

"You can't leave me behind!" Peter blurts.

"I know kid. I just want you to promise that if I tell you to leave...then you leave. Alright? I'm responsible for you right now." Rhodey says calmly.

"Yeah...okay. I promise. I swear." The teen agrees and the colonel claps him on the shoulder.

"Good. Let's go get our idiots."

_________________

Their captors really were stupid enough to try to take Stephen away again, and Tony lost it. The moment the sorcerer was forcibly pulled from him, the engineer jumped to his feet and punched the man who held the sorcerer. He barely had enough time to stop his husband's imminent fall to the harsh ground and set him against the wall before the other men were swarming him and he was fighting again. When (not if, he told himself) they got out of here, Tony was going to thank Happy and Rhodey for forcing him to train with them (and eventually Clint and Natasha) so he didn't rely on his Iron Man armor.

Unfortunately his training only went so far when he was surrounded by four mini-hulks that were barely fazed when he hit them. Tony was pretty sure he was hurting himself more than them and the only reason the first guy dropped Stephen was probably because he was surprised Tony fought back. It was all short-lived when one of the men yanked Tony into a very tight chokehold and another grabbed the half-conscious sorcerer off the floor and held a knife up to him.

"Are you kidding me?!" Tony shouts. "Haven't you done enough to him? What is this about anyway? Money? Information?"

"Revenge." The billionaire's captor growls into his ear before pulling out a gun and shooting Stephen.

Tony yells out in alarm when blue eyes start to dull when the man holding the sorcerer throws him to the ground, and he freezes back up when the gun is turned on him.

"Revenge for those your weapons have killed or maimed." His captor continues. "So we will make you watch us slowly kill those you care about. Now that your husband is at death's door, we'll be going after your kid next."

The engineer fights to get out of the man's grasp. "Let me go!"

"No, Stark. You're going to stand here an watch him die."

Tony's anxiety went through the roof. One of his worst nightmares was coming true and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't call for his suit, or the team since he didn't have any of his tech, he wasn't strong enough to fight off the other men, and he had never felt so helpless in his life. Not even in Afghanistan. At least there he had a chance.

The screeching of metal breaks Tony out if his trance and the door to the room flies open to reveal a very angry Spiderman. White lenses look at Tony briefly and then turn to the dying sorcerer on the ground...and instantly turn black with red in the center. Instant kill mode. Peter was going to go against his personal standards for his own revenge. Tony couldn't let that happen.

"No! Humans! They're humans! You kill them then you're just lowering yourself to their level!"

Tony had never been so relieved to see white lenses come back. He was even more relieved when the vigilante turned his attention on the men in the room after webbing the gun out of the hand of Tony's captor, and knocked them all out. Peter's mask falls from his face, and both he and Tony rush to Stephen's side where Peter covers the sorcerer's gunshot wound with a compression web. Stephen was breathing heavily and when he coughed, some blood speckled the floor.

"E-Exit...wound..." Stephen gasps out.

Tony turns his husband onto his side as carefully as possible and almost sobs when he doesn't find one. Stephen couldn't heal himself if the bullet was still inside him.

The engineer turns him back to his regular position and gently cups his face. "We'll get you out of here. So you better stay awake."

Peter nods and holds back the threatening tears. "The others are here. We brought the Quinjet. I told them where we are so they're on their way."

"Peter..." Stephen whispers as he reaches up and pulls the boy's head down to his chest.

"You'll be okay Mum...please be okay..." Peter cries into the doctor's chest until Stephen's grip loosens and he looks up with red eyes to find blue eyes closing. "No!"

"Stephen! Stay awake!" Tony yells frantically.

The rest of the team arrive just as Stephen's hand falls to the ground and his eyes close, and Bucky rushes forward to pull the distressed teen away from the sorcerer. While he and Rhodey fight to keep Tony and Peter in their arms, Wanda and Steve move the unresponsive doctor out of the room and to the Quinjet. When Stephen was out of sight, the teen cried out his emotional pain that even Bucky got misty-eyed as he continued to hold the struggling boy back.

"He can't die! HE CAN'T DIE!"

_______________________

Tony and Rhodey exit the master bedroom and the billionaire shudders as he rubs his hand over his mouth, and his best friend leads him into the living room where the rest of the team was waiting. Stephen was rushed to the med-bay where Bruce and a few other doctors were waiting, and since Peter was still frantic, Rhodey had to sedate him. It was the only way to calm the boy down. He would have made himself sick if they let him wait for news about the sorcerer. Tony was barely hanging on as it was.

"Here." Natasha says as she hand over his and Stephen's missing tech. "We found them in one of the rooms. They had something built to scramble their signal."

Tony ignores his paranoia about being handed things and takes them. "Thanks Romanov." He mutters.

"He'll be okay." She says.

The engineer blinks back tears. "Will he? I watched him get shot! Bleed out! I watched my kid cry from fear of losing another parent and there was nothing I could do!" He shouts.

"Tones...dont make me put you down too."

Tony scoffs and slumps into an armchair. They all spent the next few hours in complete silence since the mechanic was refusing to respond to any of them. He just wanted to wait for news whether it was bad or good. The fact that Bruce was doing surgery meant Stephen had a chance of surviving, even if it was the slightest one.

Tony would take what he could get.

"Tony."

The billionaire's head snaps up from its resting place in his hands and he finds Bruce standing in front of the elevator. He and the rest of the team stand up as he walks over and the scientist rubs the back of his neck.

"It was touch and go for a while...but he'll be okay. Stephen will be okay." Tony covers his face and nearly collapses from relief as Bruce continues. "Peter saved his life."

"He saved both of our lives--"

"No...Tony...that compression web saved Stephen's life. Without it, he would have died either before leaving the building or enroute. Strange would not have made it to the tower otherwise."

"How long until my wife wakes up?" Tony asks quietly.

"An hour at least."

"Peter should be up soon. I'll go wait for him first then we'll go down to med-bay."

Bruce nods and makes his way back to the elevator to go back down to med-bay and Tony fights through his relieved trembles to walk back to the master bedroom. Tony opens the door and steps through, quietly closing the door behind him and walks over to the bed to sit next to Peter. He only had to wait another twenty minutes for the teen to wake up and doe-like eyes blink up at him.

"You drugged me." Peter mutters accusingly.

"Actually Uncle Rhodey did, but he just wanted to help."

Peter plays with a stray thread on the comforter. "I-Is...is it just us now?" He whispers and Tony could tell he was desperately trying not to cry again so he reassured him with a small smile.

"No baby...Mom is going to be okay. You saved his life with your webs."

Peter looks back at him. "Can we see him?"

"Yeah. We might have to wait a while for him to wake up but we can sit with him if you want."

Peter nods and shuffles after his father once he climbs out of the bed, and Tony says nothing when the teen softly grabs the back of his shirt when they step onto the elevator. It was a simple reassurance for Peter that although Stephen was going to be okay, that Tony was still there and safe. When the elevator opened on the med floor, Tony leads his son into Stephen's room and only falters for half a second when he finds the sorcerer connected to a few more things than he was used to seeing when the team got severely injured. Peter didn't seem to notice the slight hesitation and Tony was grateful. He needed to look strong for Peter.

"Why don't we watch a movie while we wait for him to wake up?"

Peter simply nods and they drag a couple of seats over to Stephen's bed and they sit down to watch Ratatouille. About half an hour into the movie, the two jump when the sorcerer grumbles.

"If any of you cook with the help of a rodent, tell me now."

Tony and Peter jump to their feet, sending their chairs sliding back a couple of inches and they move closer to hover over the occupied bed. Stephen reaches up once again to cup Peter's cheek and smiles softly.

"I'm sorry for scaring you cub."

"You're so grounded." Peter replies with a wet chuckle and Stephen responds in kind.

"He's not the only one you scared asshole."

"Oh right. Myself. How could I forget?"

"You're hurt. I'm going to let that slide." Tony says as he leans down and kisses his husband. "On a scale from one to ten, one being hit by a truck and ten being held in the fiery pits of hell, how do you feel?"

"You don't believe in hell."

"Answer the question."

"Four. Hit by a truck and set on fire."

Peter frowns. "Should we get Bruce?"

Stephen smiles. "No. I'm healing myself as we speak." Both Tony and Peter open their mouths to tell him not to push himself but the sorcerer seemed to know what they were going to say. "Slowly. I won't overdo it. Peter, come cuddle while you can before Bruce comes back."

The teen laughs and carefully climbs on the bed to lay next to the sorcerer and Tony returns to his seat, with Stephen's hand in his. They return their attention to the movie, and Stephen falls asleep ten minutes into the second one when Bruce comes back to check on his patient. He opens his mouth when he finds Peter snuggled into Stephen's side, calmly watching the new movie, but decides to say nothing since the doctor was resting. Having Peter on the bed was probably Stephen's idea anyway. Those two were nearly attached to the hip. This family always found comfort with each other and he wasn't about to stop it.

"Don't you get tired of watching Disney movies and Star Wars?" Bruce asks instead.

Peter let out the most offended gasp in the history of America.

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marvelous-writer · 4 years

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Merry and Bright

Summary: Peter decides to surprise Tony by decorating his penthouse, in hopes to spread some much needed Christmas cheer.

Word Count: 2,252

Link to read on Ao3

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone!! 🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄

Thank you so much @whumphoarder for beta reading this and for being so amazing and kind!!

For: 1. “Did you break into my house?” “You refused to put up any Christmas decorations! What choice did I have?”

It’s late into the evening on December 23rd when Peter arrives at Tony’s Manhattan penthouse. Friday lets Peter in through the glass balcony doors, but the moment he enters, he notices that something’s missing.

There isn’t a single Christmas decoration in sight.

“Hey, kiddo. How was patrol?” Tony asks from his position on the couch, looking up at him from his tablet.

“Pretty good,” Peter answers, frowning as he pulls off his mask. “Where are your decorations?” he asks as he walks over to the living room area.

Tony raises an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“Your Christmas decorations,” Peter clarifies.

He sees something flash across his mentor’s eyes —maybe sadness— but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

Tony shrugs, then stands up from the couch. “I didn’t put any up this year,” he says simply.

Peter frowns, watching him walk across the large space towards the kitchen.

“You hungry? I’m in the mood for some mac and cheese,” Tony says without looking back at him.

“Sure,” Peter agrees.

He makes his way over to the kitchen and takes a seat on one of the barstools at the center island, watching Tony move about the kitchen.

Peter wonders why Tony is acting like such a Scrooge this year. This isn’t like him at all; just last year, he threw a massive Christmas party at the compound, which had been one of the best days of Peter’s life.

He knows Tony well enough to know that something’s bothering him.

“Uh…” Peter starts, clearing his throat. “Are you… okay?” he asks hesitantly.

Tony turns away from the stove to face him. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You just seem a little… off, I guess.”

Tony breathes out a sigh as he takes a few steps over to the center island. He leans his hip against the counter, arms folded over his chest. “Is this about the lack of decorations?” he asks, meeting Peter’s gaze.

Peter starts fiddling nervously with one of his web shooters. “Well, no—or, kind of. It’s just… you just—seem so… well, sad.”

Tony’s gaze drops to the counter as he lets out another sigh, reaching a hand up to tiredly rub at his face.

Peter thinks he might have pushed Tony too far with this. He opens his mouth to apologize but his mentor beats him to it.

“I guess I have been a little ‘off’ lately,” Tony admits, then pauses for a few long seconds. “Pepper and I… we-we’re taking a break.”

Peter’s heart clenches in sympathy at the news. No wonder Tony’s Christmas spirit is non-existent this year. From what Peter could tell, Pepper meant everything to Tony; he loved her more than words could express.

“O-Oh… I’m sorry,” Peter says.

Tony lets out another sigh, giving a one-shouldered shrug. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.” He turns back around to tend to the pot of boiling water on the stove.

Peter stares at Tony’s back, noticing the droop in his shoulders. Tony was sad and nursing a broken heart, probably blaming himself for whatever made them split up.

To top it all off, with Happy visiting his mom in Florida and Rhodey visiting his sister and her family in Jersey, Tony was now going to be spending Christmas alone.

An idea suddenly springs to Peter’s mind, causing the corners of his mouth to quirk up.

What if he brought Christmas to Tony?

…….

That’s how Peter finds himself grabbing all of the leftover decorations they had from home and bringing them to Tony’s penthouse.

Peter’s been planning this all day, ever since Tony told him about the charity Christmas gala he would be attending tonight. That should give Peter about five hours to execute his plan.

The penthouse is dark when Peter slips in through the balcony doors.

“Good evening, Peter.” Friday greets him. “Mr. Stark left a few minutes ago. Shall I let him know you’re here?”

“No, that’s okay!” Peter says quickly. “I’m actually here to surprise him by decorating. Can you not tell him I’m here?”

“Of course. I will let you know when he’s on his way back.”

“Thanks,” Peter says before pulling his mask off with a relieved exhale.

He makes his way over to the living room and takes his backpack off just as the penthouse lights kick on dimly to the personalized settings Tony made for Peter’s enhanced senses.

Peter opens his backpack, which is stuffed full of decorations and strands of lights, and starts unpacking it and laying everything out on the couch.

“Hey, Friday? Can you turn on some Christmas music please?” he asks, picking up a strand of lights that needed untangling.

“Certainly, Peter,” The AI chirps back happily, and Peter gets to work.

…….

It takes him almost an hour and a half to decorate, but when he’s done, the penthouse looks pretty great, if he does say so himself. Peter stands back near the kitchen to admire his work.

The fireplace mantle is decorated with garland wrapped in a string of red and white lights, there’s a nutcracker on each end table next to the couch, and there are two stockings hanging up from the mantle — one for Tony and the other for Friday.

But something’s still missing.

Peter’s eyes fall on a large, empty space on the left side of the fireplace. He knows just the thing that should fill it beautifully.

“Hey, Friday? Do you know where the closest Christmas tree lot of from here?” Peter asks, picking his mask up from the coffee table.

“Tim’s Trees is located approximately one block away from your current location,” she informs.

“Great.” Peter smiles as he slips on his mask, the heads up display coming to life.

“Hello, Peter. Where are we going tonight?” Karen’s cheerful voice fills his ears.

“We’re going to get a Christmas tree, Karen,” Peter tells her as he walks out through the balcony doors, making sure they’re locked behind him.

He turns around and breaks out into a sprint before he leaps up, sailing over the balcony railing and free-falling towards the street below. Peter shoots off a web to the closest building and swings off into the cold, snowy night.

…….

“This… was a very… very bad idea,” Peter grunts out as he continues to walk up the side of the building, hauling a six-foot Christmas tree over his shoulder.

Peter is used to finding himself in odd situations when he’s out on patrol as Spider-Man, but this certainly takes the cake. The fruit cake, that is.

On the plus side, the guy at the tree lot was nice enough to give him a ‘superhero discount,’ selling Peter the tree for only thirty-five dollars as opposed to fifty. The guy had been so generous that he even threw in a free tree stand too. The only thing he wanted from Peter was a selfie because he was such a fan, and Peter was happy to oblige.

“Just a few… more… steps,” Peter tells himself, seeing the balcony railing a few feet up.

He can only imagine the headlines tomorrow if someone’s able to steal a picture of him doing this. The Daily Bugle would probably blame him for being a Grinch and stealing people’s Christmas trees.

“Hey, Karen? Ca-Can you find out if Tony’s back yet from Friday?” Peter asks, pausing just below the metal railing.

“Certainly, Peter.”

“Thanks,” Peter says as he adjusts his grip on the tree. While he waits, he looks through the window below his feet at another luxurious condo below Tony’s.

He’s met with the sight of two little twin girls, probably around six or seven, who are staring at him with wide eyes, their mouths agape.

Peter smiles under his mask at them, even though they can’t see it. He nods his head in greeting since he doesn’t have a free hand to wave at them.

“You are all clear to enter, Peter. Mr. Stark is still at the gala.”

Peter breathes out a relieved sigh, continuing his way up the building. When he reaches the balcony, he grabs onto the top railing and pulls himself up with a groan, carefully dropping the tree down on the balcony.

After hauling the tree inside the penthouse, Peter gets to work on setting up the tree on the stand, as well as filling it up with water.

He spends a few minutes untangling the extra strand of multi-colored lights, before he can wrap them around the tree. The only problem is that he doesn’t have any ornaments to hang up, but the tree still looks pretty without them.

“Hey, Friday? Can you turn off the lights for a sec?” Peter asks as he takes a few steps back from the tree to make sure the lights weren’t crooked.

The lights turn off with a soft click, engulfing the room in semi-darkness, except for the soft glow of the tree and the garland hanging over the mantle. Peter smiles to himself as he surveys the decorations and twinkling lights.

Peter is jerked out of his peaceful trance when the penthouse lights suddenly turn on and he hears a sharp inhale from behind. Peter spins around, only to see Tony standing in the entryway, decked out in a tuxedo with a shocked expression on his face.

“T-Tony! You’re home early…” Peter says, giving him a nervous smile.

“Yeah… the gala got boring towards the end so I ducked out early,” Tony says as he steps further in the room, his eyes focused on the tree. He raises an eyebrow at Peter. “Did you break into my house to… decorate?”

“N-No! Well yes, but… I was just…” Peter trails off when Tony raises his eyebrows further. “You refused to put up any Christmas decorations! What choice did I have?” he forces out, his shoulders slumping as he lets out a sigh. “I wanted to surprise you with this. You’ve been so sad lately and… I just wanted to cheer you up.”

A small smile finds its way onto Tony’s face. “You did all of this for me?” he asks.

Peter silently nods in response, and before he knows it, Tony’s crossing the rest of the distance between them and pulling Peter into a hug.

“Pete… I don’t know what to say. I absolutely love it, kid.” Tony tells him.

“Really?”

“Really. The best Christmas gift ever. Thank you,” Tony says, sounding a little choked up.

Peter’s lips spread into a small smile, hidden against the man’s shoulder as he lets himself melt into the hug, eyes closed. “You’re welcome.”

They stay like that for a few long moments before Tony pulls back, Peter swears that he sees tears in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything about it.

“How did you even get this thing in here?” Tony asks, gesturing to the Christmas tree.

“Uh, through the balcony. I kinda just… walked it up here.”

Tony turns to him, brows raised in surprise. “You walked it up the side of the building?”

Nodding, Peter gives a sheepish smile. “Yeah. I’m sorry that it’s not decorated. I didn’t have any ornaments and I wasn’t sure if you had any.”

“I think I have a few boxes around here somewhere. Wanna help me find them?” Tony asks with a smile.

“Only if that includes hot chocolate.”

Tony breathes out a laugh, grinning. “Of course. You can’t decorate a Christmas tree without hot chocolate.”

…….

After Peter changes out of his suit and into a pair of comfy pajamas, he heads back out to the living room to find that Tony is also wearing pajamas, along with his MIT hoodie.

There’s a large cardboard box on the coffee table, as well as two steaming mugs of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and what looks to be drizzled chocolate sauce.

“Ready to get started?” Tony asks. He opens the box to reveal a bunch of ornaments of all shapes and colors.

Peter nods, smiling as Tony hands him an ornament, a shiny red and gold striped bulb.

It takes them over an hour to decorate, but by the time they’re through, the Christmas tree might as well be straight out of a Balsam Hill commercial.

At the top is a beautiful golden star that shines peacefully, pairing perfectly with all of the twinkling lights and red tinsel that’s wrapped evenly around the tree. The ornaments glow in the light, illuminating all of the greens, reds, blues, and golds. There’s even a red and gold tree skirt on the floor below it all.

Peter and Tony are now sitting on the couch with the lights dimmed to their lowest setting, taking it all in. They’ve been quiet for some time now, allowing them to hear the sounds of the busy New York traffic in the streets below. Yet, it’s peaceful in a sense.

Tony speaks softly, breaking the silence, “Thank you for this, Pete.”

Peter turns his head towards him as their eyes meet, Tony’s smile finally reaching his eyes.

“What would I do without you, kid?” Tony says.

The corners or Peter’s mouth quirk up. “Well, I don’t know…” He exhales dramatically. “You’d probably be sitting here in the dark watching reruns of FRIENDS without me.”

Tony breathes out a laugh, grinning. “Probably true,” he agrees. Then after a few moments, he sobers, his eyes going back to the Christmas tree. “Thank you for this, Pete.”

Peter feels a warmth flow through him at his words. “You’re welcome, Mr. Stark,” he says softly.

#irondad fic #merry christmas #christmas fic #my writing #my fic #peter parker #spider-man #irondad #tony stark #iron man #spiderson #fluff #christmas trees #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #spider man far from home #spider man homecoming #spider man

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The Distance Between Us

Chapter 9: Witch’s Familiar

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: The time for the Halloween dance has come.

Editor: @cherrypierowena

You loved Halloween, you really did, but your idea of it was more sitting in front of the computer as the latest horror movie played on screen than a dance full of people you couldn't stand clad in cheap costumes and getting blackout drunk.

Yet here you were. At school. At seven PM. Dressed up as a cat; furry suit, fuzzy ears, and fluffy tail, all black as night.

You looked ridiculous.

No more ridiculous than the girls dressed as slutty nurses, but still ridiculous.

Your friends begged to differ, but then, they looked no better than you so it wasn't like they had any place to comment.

Sam and Dean had showed up in plaid shirts, worn jeans, and brown boots. Basically their everyday attire, but they claimed to be monster hunters. They carried ridiculous looking plastic knives (which still earned them odd looks from teachers at the entrance, one of whom had demanded to inspect said "weapons" despite their quite obvious fakeness) and had painted on some scars and tattoos on their arms. Dean had given himself a scar over his entire face, stretching from the right side of his forehead to his left cheek. Claimed it made him look more badass. Which was actually, strangely, true.

Castiel was an angel, dressed in all white (including the trench coat). He'd stuck a fluffy halo atop his head, and had on a pair of wings, big and feathery. You were tempted to rip out a feather or two. His glare at having seen right through you stopped you in your tracks.

Meg was clad in black leather from head to toe. Her eyes were full black, courtesy of contacts, and she had on wings that looked identical to Castiel's, only his were white while hers were ink black.

And Crowley…

Crowley had on a suit, one that almost looked tailored specifically to him. A crown was perched on his head, black with blood-red crystals. He wore red contacts, making his eyes look like menacing rubies.

"Lemme guess," you'd said the first thing you saw him. "A demon."

He'd looked at you with such offense, as if you'd just insulted his mother. Throwing a quick glance Meg's way, he'd made a face and told you, "King of Hell."

Because of course he was.

What else would he be?

Stupid you.

You didn't exactly have many ideas for your costume. Dressing up wasn't your thing, especially when it came to school-related events.

Browsing the local costume shop, nothing stood out to you as special, as you. You were there more as a courtesy. You weren't even sure if you would show up to the dance.

Then you remembered Rowena. Remembered her smile, so happy, so bright, as she showed you her dress.

You had to see her in that dress.

You didn't know why. Didn't understand the euphoria that went through you at the image of her clad in it, of the fabric hugging every curve of her body.

That was when it occurred to you that you could be a cat. A black one.

Witch's familiar.

You wondered if she would get the reference. If anyone would, for that matter.

It was silly, really, but oh, well. It was a school dance, not a castle gala. Silliness was basically law.

"Drink?" Crowley asked. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then pulled a flask out of his inner pocket and took a big swig.

Whiskey most likely.

You made a face. "No, thanks."

He shrugged. "More for me."

He took another swig. Then another.

Nice.

The dance had just started, and he'd already started working on getting drunk.

"Easy there, your majesty. Leave some for later."

With a sly smirk, he opened up his suit jacket, revealing three more flasks neatly stashed in each pocket. "A king always comes prepared."

Of course he did.

"I'm not driving you home because of your preparations," you threatened.

He held his hands up in a placating manner.

"And I'm not helping you walk. You're not drooling on my shoulder. Again."

One time, a few months ago, was more than enough.

"Thanks for the warning, love, but I can handle my liquor," he said in a modest tone that was faker than his title.

You laughed out loud, right in his face.

"What's up?" Sam asked, breaking through the crowd of costumed bodies with Dean in tow. Both held plastic cups filled to the brim with foamy amber liquid that didn't look like juice.

"Crowley's a drunk," you said. Before the king could utter a response (which earned you a middle finger from him instead), you asked, "Where'd you get that?"

"Some seniors snuck in a six pack," Dean said with a shit-eating grin. He took a sip of his beer, then another before finally downing half a cup.

Beer. One of Dean Winchester's weaknesses, right alongside hot chicks, porn, pie, and Jack Daniel's.

You stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. How did one sneak in a six pack?

You decided you didn't want to know.

They were seniors. It was explanation enough. Just like that time Garth Fitzgerald did something that got the entire school evacuated and guys in hazmat suits called in. How? It didn't matter. All that was known was that whatever he'd done occurred in the chem lab and it was an honest to god accident.

It had happened, and everyone had gotten a day off.

And tonight, everyone who wanted would get to party properly.

Crowley opened up his jacket again, flashing the goodies right in the Winchesters' faces. "Amateurs."

Dean's face lit up. "Crowley, my man!"

Crowley held up a hand. "No."

"Come on."

"You get nothing."

"Don't be a dick."

"I'm proud of the title."

He looked it.

"I'll pay you," Dean said.

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "How much?"

The elder Winchester peeked into his wallet. "I got two bucks."

Crowley looked offended. A flicker of amusement flashed over his face. "Generous, but no."

"You're an ass!" Dean whined.

Crowley sighed. "Need I remind you what happened last time?"

Dean, drunk out of his ass, had stolen and then drank his entire stash. And had gotten so sick he'd almost ended up at the ER.

Crowley knew better than to let his guard down around him. Fool him once and all that.

"I was wasted back then," Dean said.

"And you'll be wasted this time. Not on my account." Crowley shooed at him as if he were a pesky stray. "Off you go."

Dean did, in fact, go away, became one with the crowd, but not before holding up a middle finger.

"Charming," Crowley quipped with a smirk.

"You guys should just fuck and get it over with," you teased.

You knew Crowley would happily take that option. He never said anything, but you could tell he was attracted to Dean. And Sam. And Castiel. Maybe even Meg and you.

Crowley was attracted to everyone. Flirted with everyone. And, if given the chance, slept with everyone.

You still loved him to bits, but only as a friend. He was attractive, and funny, and could be sweet when he wanted to, but he was your friend. That was what you loved him as. Nothing more and nothing less.

"I'm in if he's in," Crowley said suggestively.

You laughed. If he were a girl, it most likely would have happened yet.

Sam, through a laugh, said, "I'm gonna go find Eileen. See if she wants to dance."

Eileen Leahy was a cute and sweet Sophomore girl Sam sometimes saw in the library. They would make an adorable couple.

"Leaves just you and me," Crowley said, cocking up a teasing eyebrow. "Up for a dance?"

"I can't dance," you pointed out.

"You can stand and watch me dance."

An offer you couldn't refuse. "Sure."

It wasn't like you had anything better to do.

Grabbing your hand, he dragged you into the crowd. People were drinking. Dancing. Moving and swaying to the rhythm of the loud, deafening music blasting through the speakers. So many different costumes surrounded you; some good, some terrible, but, despite the quality of their attire, everyone seemed to be having an amazing time.

Without warning, Crowley took your hands into his and started dancing. He was a great dancer. A rather sophisticated one. He moved just the right way. No mistakes, no slip ups. Just good, old-fashioned dancing.

What the hell.

If he could do it, if all these other kids could do it, so could you.

Talent didn't matter.

It was all about enjoyment.

You let Crowley spin you around. Let him pull you in and out. You were stiff, more robot than human, but you moved alongside him, copied everything he did to the best of your — rather limited — ability.

No one paid attention.

No one pointed and laughed.

Everyone was lost in their own joy.

"Where did you learn how to dance?" you asked, shouting to be heard over the music.

"Dance school," Crowley said.

Seriously?

He didn't seem like the type.

But then, it was Crowley. Everything was possible.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"You don't look like the type to go to an extra school."

Or school in general.

"Mother signed me up," he said, shrugging. "Quit when I was ten. Seemed like a waste of time."

Now that was more like him.

You chuckled.

"Still got the moves."

"They're great moves," you said.

He spun you around again.

Right into someone's back.

Shit!

"I'm so sorry," you said.

The person you'd crashed into whipped around, pissed to high heavens.

Then your eyes met and all anger vanished in a blink, replaced by surprise. A quite welcome one.

"Y/N?"

"Rowena," you breathed out.

It took everything in you to regain your composure. She was gorgeous. Stunning. Mesmerizing. The sparkly black dress fit her perfectly, hugged her every curve as if molded on her body. Her nails were painted black, and she wore a pointy hat adorned with spider web patterns.

Dear god!

She was the most beautiful witch you'd ever seen.

"I didn't think you'd come," she said, flashing a bright smile.

Neither did you.

"Thought I'd have some fun, after all the math," you said.

She gave a small laugh.

"How's that going for you?"

"Good. When I'm not crashing into people."

"Och, it was nothing."

Right.

That was why she wanted to rip your head off — until she noticed it was you.

Did that mean you weren't on her shit list anymore? That her mean girl persona didn't apply to you?

What a privilege.

Rowena narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Fergus."

"Sister," he retorted in a rather uninterested tone.

Such sibling love.

"It's so nice to see you guys," Lucifer said cheerfully.

He was dressed in all red, with red contacts and horns stuck atop his head.

The devil.

Fitting.

You flinched, having not noticed him. You were too distracted by the beautiful witch to notice the garbage that came with the package.

Rowena may have become nicer to you, but that didn't make her choice of boyfriends any less disgusting.

"The feeling's not mutual," you said, then turned to Crowley. "Come on, I wanna get something to drink."

"You're leaving?" The devil pouted. "What did I do?"

"You exist," you replied.

He dramatically slammed a hand over his heart. "Ouch. That hurt my feelings."

Good, you thought. Fucking awesome!

Rowena gave you a polite smile on your way back. A tad… apologetic.

No.

You were seeing things.

She loved that asshole and, despite the recent change in your relationship, hated you.

And, for some strange reason you couldn't put your finger on, it made your heart feel like it was being picked apart by dull knives.

*****

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