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clovrtree · 3 months

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Wayne Manor was much grander on the outside than it was on the inside. Sure, the long sloping archways and winding grand staircases grabbed his attention, but otherwise it felt… normal? It was very lived in despite being spotless.

Alfred walked with a confidence from someone who has lived here for many years, and Peter didn’t doubt that fact. Karen had informed him moments ago about how Alfred took Bruce Wayne under his wing after his parents had died. They were like father and son.

“I’m sorry for intruding on your morning, Mr. Pennyworth.” Peter apologized for the umpteenth time, shoulders sagging as he curled slightly in on himself.

“You are not a bother, young Peter.” Alfred assured with a smile in his voice. The man led the teen all the way through the bottom floor, where they ended up in a large kitchen that was surprisingly modern. It must have been redone within the last few years. “Do you have a tea preference?” he asked, gesturing for Peter to sit at the long island counter.

He obeyed the gentle command and slid onto a stool. His feet no longer touched the ground, so he crossed his ankles and rested them on one of the leg bars. “No, sir. I’ve never really had tea that wasn’t iced.”

Alfred hummed in slight displeasure. Clearly the British man had his qualms about the correct temperature of tea, but he couldn’t blame Peter! They were in America, where iced, sweet tea dominated most people’s tastes.

“Well then, we’ll go with a staple. Does Earl Grey sound alright with you?” He asked while setting a kettle of water to boil, pulling out a long box of tea bags with different colored tags, likely symbolizing different flavors.

Peter nodded in agreement with the choice, resting his head in his hand and looking around the kitchen. He had assumed that they would both be quiet while the water boiled, but he was wrong.

“So, young Peter, where is your family?”

The innocent question sent a wave of sadness over him. Either dead or dying in a place where I can’t help them, he thought absently.

“They aren’t here.” he decided to reply, figuring it was the easiest lie to get away with. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, just a half truth. He could get away with those easily.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you living with a friend, then?”

Oh, he thought that Peter had a place to stay. Peter frowned, unsure if he really wanted to tell this man that he was homeless. “..I’ve got a friend in the area.”

Also only a half truth, considering Karen was talking in his ear once more.

“Peter, Alfred Pennyworth is your best shot at getting help. The family that he works for could be very beneficial allies in your time here considering their wealth and social statuses.”

“...but I’m not living with any, no.” Peter confirmed after letting Karen’s words seep into his mind. She was right, as usual. He would need to learn to accept help sooner or later, and this man looked about two sentences away from offering Peter more assistance than just tea.

Alfred frowned thoughtfully, eyes flickering across the counter as he pondered to himself for a few moments. “...you are not from Gotham, are you?”

Peter shook his head, confirming Alfred’s suspicions. That sinking pit that was the teens stomach at the moment was starting to ease itself through their conversation. This was okay, this was fine, Alfred wouldn’t do anything bad to him.

“I see.” Alfred mumbled. “...young Peter, may I ask how long you have been alone?”

“Not long.” He answered truthfully. It had been less than 48 hours since Peter last saw anyone he recognized or knew. The last face he could remember was Tony’s, with an apology on his tongue.

“...I’d like to make a few calls, my boy. Could you wait here?” Alfred asked kindly with a smile, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of Peter. He hadn’t even noticed that it had finished during their conversation, and he picked up the warm cup with both hands.

He nodded in agreement, giving the beverage a testy sip. Like he said, warm teas were never really his thing, but this Earl Grey stuff wasn’t so bad. It tasted old, but in a good way. Maybe vintage was a better word.

Alfred stepped out, leaving the teen alone in the large kitchen. Its tiles were a warm cream color, and the accent wall was charcoal brick masonry, a surprising contrast to the old wooden walls. Various pots, pans, and other handled dishes hung from the ceiling on a rack over the island, and just above that was one of the many overhead lights. They looked like miniature stage lights.

The appliances were all a sleek black, and had strange brand names that Peter didn’t recognize. He guessed Whirlpool didn’t exist here.

There was a big window on the far wall, showing a view of the backyard. He recognized the winding path as the one that he had used to find the dumpsters. On the other wall was a breakfast nook that jutted out in a half hexagon, housing a little table with comfortable looking wooden benches to be sat on.

Knowing this house, Peter could already tell that there were probably two or more dining rooms elsewhere. No rich man hosts parties in his breakfast nook.

“How are you feeling, Peter?”

He wanted to be mad at her for asking a question at this time, but then he realized that Alfred probably wasn’t paying attention to Peter at the moment. At least, not entirely. He was supposedly on the phone in the other room.

“...Strange. I’m trying to figure out what Mr. Pennyworth wants with me.” whispering surely couldn’t hurt.

“I think he just wants to help you, Peter. You’re an unaccompanied minor who is injured and homeless.”

“He works for a rich guy, he can’t be that generous.” he grumbled, glaring at the counter and sipping his tea. Tony be damned, the rich were never that easy to understand. There had to be some sort of goal with keeping Peter around.

“I was created for you by a rich man.”

“You’re different.”

“Different how?”

“You’re from Mr. Stark, I’ve never even seen this Bruce guy.”

“They sound very similar to me, Peter. Especially based on the information I’ve gathered on the internet.”

Peter scoffed, downing the rest of the tea and cringing at the way it burned in his throat. He should have let it finish cooling off, but Karen was really starting to frustrate him. The kitchen filled with silence once more.

Alfred entered a few minutes later, holding a cell phone up to his ear. He glanced over Peter, taking stock of the boy and giving a description.

“Sixteen year-old white male, dark brown hair with a white streak on the front–” “White streak?” “Yes, Master Bruce. It would do you well to have patience and let me finish my sentences.” Alfred rolled his eyes, and Peter smiled a little bit at the sass. They really did seem like a father and a son.

“Where did you say you were from, young Peter?”

“Queens.”

“From Queens, New York.” “And he was digging through our trash?” “Indeed, Master Bruce.” The silence that followed on the other end of the line told Peter that Bruce Wayne was thinking.

He was glad for his super hearing. Without it, he wouldn’t have been able to hear the entire conversation happening on the phone.

“I’ll be home before lunch. For now, set him up a room.” “Of course, Master Bruce.”

Peter paused, eyes widening a little bit. There was no hiding the fact that he heard Bruce. Alfred hung up the phone, and Peter was fast to start speaking.

“Did he say to set me up a room?” He asked, a bit nervous. He couldn’t possibly stay here, he already felt like he was intruding after being invited in for tea!

But if he did stay, he could figure out what that secret room was underneath the manor. It had been nagging at him since he got inside. He wanted to get into that study and find the staircase.

“If that is alright with you.” Alfred nodded in confirmation to Peter’s nervous question, an air of reassurance wafting off of him. “I promise you that Master Bruce is not as bad as certain news sources have made him out to be.” He smiled gently. “You are from New York, I have no doubt that you’ve heard a lifetime of insults about him.”

Peter just nodded hesitantly, not seeing a reason to break his interdimensional cover. He could figure out plenty about Bruce from Karen, like a mini crash-course. She would catch him up to speed on anything he would need.

“Master Damian, Master Tim, and Master Duke are all at school already, meaning that you’ll get to meet them later. For now, how does a shower sound?”

Peter couldn’t and didn’t try to hide the smile that slipped onto his lips. “..a smile sounds nice, Mr. Pennyworth.” Peter stood up, eager to get the feeling of Gotham’s Harbor off of his skin.

“I’m sure that I can find something to fit you in Master Tim’s room. Here, I shall lead you to a bathroom.”

The semi-tour that Peter got for the next ten minutes was overwhelming. Once again, they passed through many rooms on the first floor before arriving at the foyer, where Alfred led him up the grand staircase and down the left hall. Two turns and an archway later, Peter was standing in a large guest bedroom that was probably the size of his living room back with May.

“There is an en-suite bathroom that you can use. If you leave this door unlocked,” Alfred gestured to the main bedroom’s door. “Then I can leave you fresh clothes on the bed. Does that sound okay?”

Peter nodded, looking around the bedroom. As much as he wanted to fall into the queen bed and roll up in the soft looking blankets, he felt like he would tarnish the material with his current state. Showering would need to come first.

He flashed Alfred a smile and two thumbs up. “Sounds great, thank you Mr. Pennyworth.” he beamed, backing into the bathroom and shutting the door carefully, clicking the lock shut.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment the door shut, Alfred’s gentle smile faltered. He forgot to hide his super suit, I’ll need to look into potential amnesia symptoms.

Peter’s shower was plain and uneventful. He scrubbed his skin until it was pink with a loofah and gel body wash that was stocked bountifully in the shower caddy. He massaged his scalp and hair with both shampoo and conditioner too many times to count, relishing in the feeling of the warm water flowing down his back. The pressure was perfect.

He would have stayed in there forever, but steam was starting to fill the room. He didn’t want to waste any water either, even if he doubted that a water bill was any problem for billionaire Bruce Wayne. It was the thought that counted, after all.

He stepped out onto the fuzzy drip mat after twenty-ish minutes, wiggling his toes in contentment. He felt thoroughly clean, and the hot water had let his muscles relax wonderfully.

Unsure of what to do with his dumpster-clothes, he folded them carefully and left them on the counter. As for the Iron Spider suit, he frowned, more unsure. “..Karen, are you confined to the Iron Spider?”

“No, Peter. I can use a small sample of the nanobots creating the suit to make something more convenient to wear. Would you like that?”

Her voice came from a speaker near the neck of the Iron Spider, and he nodded. “Yeah, can you make anything?”

“Do you have a preference?”

He hesitated. Did he have a preference? It couldn’t be anything too substantial, since Alfred might notice that he didn’t have it before and assume that he stole it from the house. Then again, he still wanted to be able to hear Karen at all times…

“...can you make something that looks like a hearing aid?” he asked hesitantly. After a beat of silence, the nanobots that usually make up the mask of the Iron Spider sparked to life, crawling across the toilet seat and connecting together to make a small black and red earpiece that would wrap around his outer ear. When he picked it up and slipped it on, Karen’s voice spoke.

“Does this work for you, Peter?”

He wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror, turning his head enough to see the device in his ear. Peter smiled. “Yeah, it looks great, Karen. I can just say I had it in my pocket so that no one would steal it.”

“That makes sense, good thinking, Peter.”

He beamed at her praise, eyes flickering down to the rest of his body. He felt.. Different. He could have blamed it on the interdimensional travel, but upon further inspection, he realized that he was different. Was he older? He seemed fundamentally bigger, even if it was just by a miniscule amount.

The last time Peter measured his height, he was 5’7. Embarrassing for a kid his age, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Now, he stood at nearly six feet, having grown at least four inches. It surprised him. What didn’t surprise him was the fact that most of his wounds were either gone or mostly healed. The large gash in his side was just a mass of puffy pink raw scars, now.

He met his reflection’s eyes, and like in the library, they were green. That white streak in his hair had just become more prominent since he had washed, and was a snowy white. Its presence made him uncomfortable.

He forced his eyes to look away and wrapped the towel around his hips. He doubted that Alfred was waiting in the bedroom, but he would still rather not walk out naked in this house he didn’t know.

Peter stepped out into the bedroom and glanced around. After making sure that it was empty, and using his tingle to check for any cameras, he walked to the bed where a few sets of clothes were.

The first set was a pajama set with multiple golden W shapes on it. The logo looked vaguely familiar, and he thought that he could recall it from his research on the Justice League. It was long sleeved, with the base clothes being a deep navy blue.

The next set was a black pair of drawstring sweatpants with a plain white t-shirt and a green zip-up jacket. This one also had a logo on it- but of a circle being sandwiched by two horizontal lines.

The third and final set of clothes was a pair of blue denim jeans with holes in the knees covered by frayed white threads. Alongside it was a gray t-shirt for a band he had never heard of called Ashes on Sunday. This one got paired with a plain purple pullover sweater.

Peter mulled the options for much longer than he had to, his hair dripping onto the bedroom’s hardwood floors. The pajamas and sweatpants both seemed extremely comfortable, and he wasn’t sure if he was feeling jeans right now. But then again, he was likely about to meet a very wealthy family, and would want to make a good first impression.

In the end, his mind won over his heart, and he tugged on the provided black boxers and socks, followed by the jeans, t-shirt, and pullover. Everything was just a bit too small, but he wouldn’t be complaining. This was the cleanest he had felt in days. Being in space in the Iron Spider suit had made him sweat an awful lot.

Peter went back into the bathroom and grabbed the suit. Then he briefly searched the room to find a decent enough hiding spot for it. He couldn’t just leave it in plain sight- Spiderman didn’t exist here, so he couldn’t use the cosplay excuse that had worked far too many times back home.

He settled for tucking the Iron Spider underneath the bed, slipping it between the wooden slats that held up the mattress. It took a bit of wiggling and adjusting, but once he was done, no one would be able to see it by looking under the bed unless they looked at the mattress.

Satisfied, Peter walked out of the bedroom, quietly tugging the door shut. It was at that point that he realized that he didn’t know how to find Alfred. Maybe he was in the kitchen? How was he supposed to get there?

“Go through the archway at the far end of the hall and make two lefts.”

Peter sighed in relief through his nose, smiling. Thanks to Karen, he was able to make his way back to the kitchen in just under ten minutes. Even though Karen was giving him directions in his ear, he still needed to seem somewhat lost just in case Alfred found him wandering.

Speaking of, Alfred was not in the kitchen. Peter frowned, looking around the room. “....Karen, can you scan the house and find him?”

“One moment.”

Peter hummed a thanks, leaning against the counter. Being in a room meant for food made his stomach clench uncomfortably- he really should eat something soon. Ever since being bit, his appetite had changed drastically. He ate quite a lot now, and considering he hadn’t eaten since before Titan, Peter was overdue for quite a few meals and snacks.

“Alfred Pennyworth is located near the dumpsters in the backyard.”

“Oh.” he said out loud, only momentarily surprised by the answer. Alfred had never finished throwing away the trash. Now Peter felt bad, since he was intruding on this man’s time. This was his job, after all, and he hated to be in the way. “..I’ll just wait here, then.”

At first, it was easy. Peter kept himself occupied by asking Karen different things about this universe, its customs, and about Bruce Wayne. Every so often, he would ask for Alfred’s location, and upon confirming he was nowhere near the kitchen, he continued his vocal investigation.

Karen proved to be an extremely valuable resource for him at the moment. Since being connected to the library computer, she had found access to almost every private and non private server in the world. She couldn’t even do that back home, which proved to Peter that this universe was not as technologically advanced as his own. A silent thanks to Mr. Stark was tossed out, and he hoped that somewhere in the multiverse, the man felt his gratitude.

He learned that Bruce Wayne was not as sleazy as Peter had originally guessed. He had no public relationships, and almost all of his children were adopted orphans. The exceptions to that were Damian Wayne, who was his biological son, and Stephanie Brown, who lived permanently with her mother and visited Bruce occasionally.

Peter also learned about Batman. The vigilante had been on the scene for quite a few years, and seemed to cycle through sidekicks like they were plastic forks. His current one was a kid who held the Robin title. Batman’s preference for working with literal children was… concerning at best.

Working with a teen was one thing, but based on the descriptions that Karen gave, this Robin couldn’t be older than eleven, and even that felt like it was pushing it. This was also his fifth robin. The rest either retired or died.

Hearing about the second Robin’s death saddled Peter with an uncomfortable churn in his chest. Beaten to death and then exploded, and the man who did it was still around. Peter frowned when Karen told him that the Joker was still alive, and had recently broken out of Arkham Asylum.

Peter hoped that Tony would avenge him if anything ever happened. It’s not like Spiderman was Iron Man’s official sidekick, but there was a similar dynamic happening here. In fact, Peter hoped that Tony was working to avenge his death right now.

If the multiverse was merciful, it would let Tony get the revenge that he deserves and live a long happy life in the afterglow.

Everything else that Peter learned from the conversation was basic information about the world and its customs. Superhero identities were kept under a harsh lock and key, villains ran amok almost daily, and the supers tended to keep to themselves unless there was a dire emergency. The Justice League felt more like a club than a team. Meet occasionally, only work together when needed.

“Alfred Pennyworth is approaching the kitchen. Arrival in ten seconds.”

Peter frowned, but sat up straight and wiped the expression from his face with his hands. He really needed to change Karen’s alert settings, he needed more time to mentally prepare for this.

Alfred’s footsteps entered the kitchen ten seconds later, just as Karen predicted, and Peter looked over with an easy smile. “Hey, Mr. Pennyworth.”

Alfred smiled, looking a bit surprised to see Peter. He glanced over him, appraising the outfit and giving a very subtle nod of approval. Peter wasn’t sure if it was approval to him for his selection, or to himself for providing such a fashionable choice.

“Young Peter, I hadn’t realized you would be out so fast. My apologies. Was finding the kitchen easy?” he asked, tugging off his white gloves and setting them neatly on the counter so that he could wash his hands.

Peter shrugged. “I got a little lost, a lot of these hallways look the same.” he replied, glancing at the back of Alfred’s head.

The butler nodded in understanding, turning off the faucet with his elbow after a moment. “You sound just like the rest of Master Bruce’s children.” he chuckled softly, not seeing the look of panic on Peter’s face at that statement.

Peter acted like Bruce’s kids, and he wasn’t sure that was a good thing. He didn’t want to get attached to these guys, and he didn’t want them to get attached either.

“How many kids live here?” Peter asked, evening out his voice as much as he could.

“Three, though he has seven. I’m sure you know that already, though.” Alfred hummed, opening the fridge and retrieving a few fresh vegetables.

Peter nodded absently, and after a few seconds, spoke up once more. “......whatcha makin?”

“I was going to prepare a brunch, I’m sure that you’re hungry.” Alfred replied, rinsing off bell peppers, green onions, and tomatoes in the sink. “Do you like omelets?” Peter could hear the man’s smile.

“Yeah, omelets are good. Have you ever had them with bacon?”

“I have, but we do not keep pork in the house. Master Bruce is Jewish.”

Peter nodded in understanding, not that Alfred could see. “That’s cool, I didn’t know that.”

Alfred used the knife and cutting board to slide the chopped bell pepper pieces into a small bowl, then he started on the rest of the produce. “We do have beef sausage that I could mix in if you were wanting meat. Would you like that?”

“...Yeah, if it’s not too much of a bother.” Getting protein into his system sounded heavenly right about now.

“Beef sausage omelets it is then, young Peter. How many shall I make you?”

“How many?”

“Yes, how many?”

Peter paused. He needed to say a normal number. No regular teenage boy would eat seven omelets in a day, even if he really wanted seven omelets. Alfred seemed to somehow understand his quiet dilemma, even if it was only slightly.

“Whatever you don’t finish, I can pack away to be reheated.” He assured, glancing over his shoulder to Peter.

The teen bit the inside of his cheek, and after a moment, nodded to him. “....uh, maybe seven? Or eight?”

Alfred paused, obviously not prepared for the answer. He nodded after a moment of collecting himself, making some sort of mental decision. “As you wish, young Peter. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Peter learned very quickly that Alfred’s cooking was a weapon. His control of flavor, texture, and quality truly made him an asset to the culinary community. All seven omelets were eaten within minutes of being served, and Peter found himself missing their delicious flavor, despite his semi-full stomach.

Now that Peter had bathed and eaten, he felt very content with himself. He could almost forget about the conversation that had happened earlier between Alfred and Bruce over the phone. He said almost, because the unmistakable sound of the Manor’s front door being open sounded softly in the kitchen.

Peter felt every muscle in his body tense up, and he crossed his arms uncomfortably in his chair. He was about to meet Bruce Wayne. The teen counted the footsteps until they paused in the threshold of the kitchen a few minutes later. Suddenly, Peter’s tingle spiked frantically, buzzing around the back of his neck and shoulders, making his spine itch. This man was dangerous.

Alfred turned from the sink where he had been cleaning up and smiled gently at the man a few feet behind Peter. “Ah, welcome home Master Bruce. This is Peter.”

A large man rounded the island and stood at the end, wearing a black suit pressed to perfection with a forest green tie tucked under the white collar. His hair was oily black, and only had a few stray grays on his hairline. His eyes were a deep blue, but they held a gentleness when they looked over peter.

Just like Alfred, Bruce was seeing a homeless teen with bruises painting his face. At least now he was clean and clothed.

“Peter, it’s nice to meet you.” Bruce smiled gently, extending a large hand. Peter shook it hesitantly, feeling suddenly small while sitting at the counter. He wanted to run and hide.

“You too, Mr. Wayne.” Peter replied quietly. He immediately noticed the way that Bruce assessed Peter with a few once-overs. It was similar to Natasha, or Steve. They were always telling him something or another about knowing your opponent before they knew you.

“Please, call me Bruce.” When Peter nodded, Bruce continued. “I hear you were knee-deep in my dumpsters when Alfred found you.” he joked, obviously trying to ease the tense teen.

Peter noticed and forced himself to relax his shoulders, nodding a bit and letting his smile loosen up. “...yeah, I’m sorry about that. I just figured that diving in the richer neighborhoods was safer than the city.. Plus, y’know, a more valuable yield and all.”

Bruce Wayne nodded, easing himself into a stool. “That makes a lot of sense, great observation, Peter.” he approved, much to Peter’s surprise. He hadn’t expected for this man to be critiquing his dumpster diving tactics. “What’s your last name, kid?”

“...Parker.” No harm in telling Bruce that. The man wouldn’t find anything if he paid off the police to give him records.

“Peter Parker, I like that. Where’s your family at, Peter?”

The teen bit the inside of his cheek, glancing down at the counter when Bruce asked about his family. The air in the kitchen became tense, and for a moment, Peter felt his vision get a little blurry.

“...not anywhere near here. My uh.. Uncle died a few years ago. I left my aunt to go on a foreign study with my mentor, and my mentor was…” he hesitated, trying to find the right word. “...is out of the country at the moment. I’m not sure where he went.”

The perfect half-truth.

Bruce seemed to mull over his answer, brows pinching together slightly. “...I see. Do you have any names we can potentially look up? Or a phone number?”

Peter sighed through his nose. “...May Parker-Jameson is my aunt. My mentor is Tony Stark.” he knew that both of those would yield no search results. He had already tried and failed.

“I appreciate your honesty, Peter.” Bruce smiled and reassured. “We’re gonna let you stay here for the time being, okay? We won’t call CPS.”

Peter frowned. That thought never even crossed his mind- of course someone would try calling CPS on this homeless teen! But not Bruce, apparently.

“Bruce Wayne has a tendency to take in homeless orphaned teens.”

Very informative, Karen, Thank you so much. Peter thought sarcastically. He had figured that out after learning more about Bruce’s kids. Peter just… didn’t want to be another one of this man’s charity cases.

“Thanks, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce and Alfred both shared a glance and a smile, and Bruce stood up. “I’m going to finish the rest of my workday from home, Alfred. Peter, if you need me, I’ll be in my study, okay? Though I’m sure that Alfred can help you with anything you may need.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, staying in his seat. He tracked the man as he crossed the room to the entry archway.

“The rest of the kids will be home this afternoon after school. I’ll go ahead and let them know in advance of your unexpected stay, that sound okay to you?” Bruce asked, already pulling his phone out.

“Sure.” the teen shrugged idly.

“Thanks, Peter.” Bruce smiled.

Batchat

Bruce ; We’ve got a situation at the Manor, everyone be ready to meet a new face when you get home.

Duke ; oh god don’t tell me you adopted another one

Tim ; Is seven not enough, old man?

Bruce ; I’m serious, boys.

Dick ; What’s their name?? :D

Bruce ; Peter Parker. I’m going to do some digging. I’d like to have everyone home this weekend so that we can all get a look at him.

Bruce ; That means Jason, too.

Dick Wayne added Jason Todd-Wayne to the Batchat.

Jason Todd-Wayne left the Batchat.

Bruce ; I’ll message him privately.

Dick ; :((( why is he so stubborn

Tim ; Because he’s your brother. B, what’s the situation?

Bruce ; Homeless teen from Queens. Alfred found him digging through the dumpster wearing destroyed clothes and a supersuit. He’s got signs of a Lazarus Pit being used.

Duke ; oh shit

Tim ; White hair, green eyes?

Bruce ; Yes.

#batman #spiderman #batman spiderman crossover #dc x marvel #dumpster diving for treasure #batman fanfiction #batfam #batfam plus peter parker #chapter two !!!

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Mirror Images:Ch 3

Ships: Petercest (Peter 1/2/3), SpideyDevil (Peter 3/Matt Murdock), all peters plus Matt M\M\M\M

Fandoms: Spiderverse/All Universes, No Way Home, TASM 1&2, Spiderman 1,2,3 Daredevil

Ratings & Word Count: Explicit 14k+, WIP

Tags: Angst that ends in smut, Daddy kink, web bondage, blow jobs, dirty talk, submissive Peter 3, Bottom Peter 3, Top Matt, top Peter 1, Top Peter 2, sir kink, praise kink, foursome

Summary:

“Holy shit, you're strong!" Parker couldn't help but gasp impressed when the hand at his mouth finally dropped.

Matt's entire body moved to brace up against his own, and then the masked man's fierce growl was in his ear.

"I don't have time or patience for games tonight. Who are you?!"

The warning growl accompanied by the show of strength sent pleasure sparks down his spine. Parker swallowed hard. It was cruel how worked up that small action made him because this was the absolute worst time to get a boner. Weeks of no contact with anyone was catching up with him… Maybe he can deflect with humor. That's worked in the past right?

"Uh, dude, I think it's pretty clear I'm Spider-Man. Or did the red and blue spider suit not give it away?"

The masked avenger tilted his head to the left.

"Is that your idea of a clever blind joke?"

Parker’s jaw dropped, and the eyes on his mask widened.

"Oh shit, you're blind!?"

Matt pointed to the blindfolded eye holes on his mask.

"Obviously. Just as obvious as the fact you're not Spider-Man, because he knows that."

And evidently, you know about Peter, but not us. Parker would put his hands up in surrender, but Matt was still holding them.

“Okay, okay you're right, I guess I’m not technically-"

The hand around his wrists squeezed threateningly.

"Quiet! I don't tolerate assholes in my city and I don't appreciate you impersonating my friend. You have three seconds to convince me you're not better off squashed bug boy."

"Bug Boy. Nice. Haven't heard that one in a while."

The grip on his wrists got tighter, unamused, beginning to crush his shooters and render him almost powerless. "No, hey, please don’t break those, I know Peter too, okay?"

At the mention of this arachnid variant's true identity, the man dropped his hands in favor for holding Parker's chin tight in his fist.

"Don't lie to me, I'll know. I can always tell."

Parker tried to pull back his hips before Matt could feel how much he liked that but the whole motion was executed in less than a fourth of a second. Parker's heart started to pound, not because he was lying, but because the heat from Matt’s muscular body was now touching him in every possible place and he was holding his face, ordering him to answer him, scratching every one of Parker’s submissive kinks and making it only a matter of time until he leaks through the suit...

#sinful sunday #spideydevil #petercest #peter/peter/peter/matt #spiderverse #no way home #the amazing spiderman 2 #spider man #andrew!peter parker #tom!peter parker #tobey!peter parker #peter parker #matt murdock #find me on ao3 #help support me via ko fi #links in bio #sunwarmed ash #reblogs are free ways to support me!#fanfiction

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khalixascorner · 1 year

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Foundations Pt 3

Summary: After agreeing to let Tony take care of him, they have to establish the foundations of this strange new dynamic. Peter stumbles a bit along the way, but Tony's there to catch him. Part 2 of the Priorities Series.

Tags: Slow Burn, Like so slow it's glacial, Still technically pre slash here, Platonic BDSM, for now, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Friday and Karen gossip

Read on AO3 Part 1 Part 2

The first week in Tony’s care passed quickly as his classes piled more and more on as finals got closer. His morning texts to Tony were often short and done as he literally ran out the door with whatever he had grabbed for breakfast in his mouth. Their night time calls had been casual so far, with Tony just asking how his day went and letting Peter ramble about his classes.

When Friday afternoon finally came around, he stumbled out of his last class ready to collapse. If he were honest with himself, he wasn’t even sure how he got back to his apartment, but once he did, he stumbled to the couch and collapsed across it. Peter knew he should get some food but a mental review of his kitchen left him disheartened. Everything he had left would need to be cooked and he just… couldn’t.

May had always joked about him needing life skills so that he wouldn’t starve at college, but it really felt like he needed two of himself. How was he supposed to find the time to cook and clean while drowning in homework? He hadn’t been out as Spider-man in over a week and he still felt like he’d gone four rounds with the rhino.

He groaned and buried his face in the pillow, ignoring the familiar gnawing in his gut to sleep instead.

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His phone woke him, and he groaned, wanting to ignore it but also knowing that only a few people used it and none of them were people he could ignore.

“-lo?” Peter mumbled, yawning again.

“Hey kid, didn’t realize you were going to sleep early,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Though your bed may be more comfortable.”

Peter looked confused until he realized his phone was still on 3-d video mode, and Tony was getting a stream courtesy of Friday.

“Wa-wasn’t going to bed,” Peter said with a yawn. “Just needed a nap.”

“Did you eat dinner yet?” Tony asked and Peter flushed.

“Not yet, sir, but that’s next on the list,” Peter said, and even as he did, he knew he’d have to get something because he didn’t want to lie to Tony. The guilt would eat away at him even more than it already did.

“Alright, well just eat and then text me when you’re heading to bed,” Tony said, and Peter nodded, his head already dropping back to the couch. “Food first, Spiderling.”

With that, Tony closed the stream and Peter groaned but stood. He managed to find a large chocolate chip muffin and a string cheese and decided that was good enough. He was so hungry but so tired too that it was hard to choke it down before brushing his teeth and heading to bed properly.

Hey just letting you know I ate, and I’m going back to sleep. Have a good night sir.

He was asleep before he could even read Tony’s reply.

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Tony had been mildly concerned when his nightly chat with Peter had started with the younger man collapsed on the couch. It had multiplied when Peter said he hadn’t eaten and Tony could easily read the evasive look he got after that. He wasn’t sure why the kid was lying but his gut told him something was wrong. Of course, Pepper always said that was just his anxiety and PTSD talking, but what did that one shrink know anyway?

“Fri, be a dear and check in with Karen,” Tony said without hesitation. “How’s our little spiderling doing?”

There was a moment of delay and then screens began popping up around him. As he took them in, he frowned.

“Karen states that while Peter is sleeping more, he is still not consistently getting the 6 hours you requested of him,” Friday said. “She also noted that he is definitely still not getting enough calories.”

Tony frowned, his mind already jumping to a million solutions though without knowing the cause, he couldn’t be sure which solution would work. The one thing he could do was gather data.

“Fri, run me up a Stark fit but let’s figure out how to get Karen on it,” Tony said with a sigh.

“Anything else you’d like on it?” Friday asked and Tony thought about it before programming a ton of specific variables to track Peter’s vitals as well as key statistics.

It took most of the night, but Tony was pleased with the final result.

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Peter woke to the smell of bacon cooking and eggs sizzling. It was a little concerning that he hadn’t woken to any of the other noises that must have preceded the smell, but he was too hungry to care as he followed his nose to the kitchen.

It felt a little like deja vu to see Tony in his apartment again but he just shook his head and took a seat at the table. The man would tell him why he was there soon enough, and in the meantime, it was too early to be worrying about anything else.

“Good morning to you too, kid,” Tony teased as he dropped a full plate of food in front of Peter.

“Sorry, sir, still not quite awake yet,” Peter mumbled as he started eating.

“Don’t worry, I remember Finals week,” Tony said, waving it off with a chuckle. “Don’t think I managed more than a few words before my third cup of coffee.”

Peter wasn’t listening at that point though. He had tasted the first few bites, then couldn’t help it as he practically inhaled the rest.

“Easy there, kid, don’t want you to choke,” Tony said as he refilled Peter’s plate before sitting down with one of his own.

Peter grunted in response as he kept eating, only sitting back to look at the older man when he was finally done.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize how hungry I was,” Peter said with a flush. “Thank you for cooking breakfast for me, Mr. Stark.”

“Not a problem, kid,” Tony said, waving it off. Then the older man sat back and just looked at Peter.

“I didn’t know you’d be stopping by this weekend,” Peter said after the silence became too much.

“Thought I would surprise you,” Tony replied dryly. “Because despite your assurances that things have been going okay, Karen expressed some concerns to Friday about whether you were sticking to the rules.”

“What? But I’ve been eating and sleeping,” Peter said, hurrying to defend himself. “I swear it, Mr. Stark, I didn’t lie to you, sir.”

“The way you attacked breakfast says otherwise,” Tony said pointedly and Peter flushed. “How much did you actually eat yesterday?”

Peter couldn’t bring himself to answer, because he knew Tony wouldn’t think it was enough.

“Kid, you have to eat,” Tony said patiently. “You’re going to get sick or worse if you keep not taking care of yourself.”

Peter flushed, guilt making his stomach clench and his eyes water even as Tony himself offered no judgment for his mistake. He’d only been given three things to do and he couldn’t even do that right.

“Why aren’t you eating more, Pete?” Tony pressed when Peter didn’t-couldn’t- respond. “Did you not like what I had delivered?”

“I- no, I’m not picky, sir, I promise, I just-” Peter went an even brighter shade of red as the embarrassment built. He didn’t want to tell Tony the real reason he hadn’t been eating more, because it wasn’t a reason at all but an excuse and he knew it. Before he could spiral too far, he felt a hand land on his thigh and squeeze firmly.

“Come back to me, kid,” Tony said softly. “Deep breaths. You’re not in trouble, whatever the reason is ok. I just need to know what went wrong so I can fix it. This isn’t working, you’re not eating enough still clearly. Just- Let. Me. Fix. It.”

The words were firm, and rule #1 floated through Peter’s head now. He let out a shuddery breath then steeled himself for Tony’s disapproval.

“I don’t- I haven’t been making time to cook it,” Peter said. “I grabbed all the things that didn’t need cooking at the beginning of the week but after that ran out-”

Peter waited silently as Tony said nothing. His stomach clenched and the food he had been so quick to eat now sat heavily in his gut.

“Ok kid, I’m not happy that you didn’t tell me that it was an issue, but that’s an easy fix,” Tony finally said, and Peter’s head shot up as he looked at the man. The older man gave him a gentle smile, and the tension slid right off of him. “You know, I do remember what it’s like, being a crazy busy college student. I wouldn’t have given you crap about saying that you needed easier to grab food in the next grocery order or something.”

“I just-everyone keeps saying how I have to be an adult now and I just, I feel like I’m failing,” Peter replied softly. “I can barely keep up with my classes and Spider-Man.”

“Look, some people are just good at having their shit together,” Tony said with a sigh. “And some of us have better things to spend our brain power on. Do you think that I cook all of my meals? Cooking for you is literally the only time I’ve cooked in months.”

“Some of us aren’t genius billionaires though,” Peter pointed out. He meant it to be light, a joke to ease the tension, but it came out exhausted. Because it was true, he wasn’t Tony, and he doubted his ability to be like Tony.

“Peter, I need you to listen very closely right now. Engrave it on your soul even,” Tony said, grabbing both of Peter’s shoulders as Peter looked at him wide eyed. “You are brilliant, but you don’t owe anyone that brilliance. Even if the only thing you ever do with your life is what you’ve already done, you helped save the damn world. Retire if you want. Never be Spider-Man again, quit college, and let me take care of you until you’re old and grey, for all I care. You don’t have to be anyone but Peter Parker, and whoever that ends up being is good enough.”

Peter felt like his foundations had been completely shattered and the warm firm weight of Tony’s hands were the only anchors he had.

For all of his life, it had been expectation after expectation. Be smart, be good, you have a responsibility to do something. Those mantras had been carved into who he was for so long that the idea that he would be anything but was anathema, so much so that even when he threatened to crumble beneath their weight, the idea of just discarding those words never even crossed his mind.

The more he thought about it, though, the more it bothered him too.

“I don’t want to just be good enough,” he finally mumbled. “I want to do more and help people.”

“That’s good too, and I’ll support you the whole way, however I can,” Tony promised. “But you can’t compare yourself to me or anyone else while you do it. Don’t be the next Tony Stark, be the first Peter Parker. Because Peter Parker is an amazing person.”

“You’re the only one that thinks so,” Peter whispered, his mind immediately going to all of the people that had left him behind. If he was so amazing, they would have cared, would have stayed.

“Then that’s their loss,” Tony said firmly. Peter couldn’t help but snort a bit.

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that they do care or something?” Peter asked.

“Kid, I don’t pretend to know everything that goes on in everyone’s lives, so I honestly don’t know,” Tony said, his voice steady and calm. “That happens, you know. The people you thought had your back no matter what only have your back sometimes, and you just gotta accept the limitation of the relationship. But I’m telling you right now that the people who matter? The ones who stand by your side? They’ll have your back no matter what and time will make it clear where everyone falls.”

“Do you?” Peter asked, his voice wavered despite his efforts to keep it steady. “Do you have my back no matter what?”

“Yeah, kid,” Tony said with a heavy sigh. “For better or for worse, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered, leaning forward so that his forehead rested on the man’s shoulders. Tony wasted no time drawing him in for a proper hug, the older man’s hands running up and down his back gently.

“I got you, Pete,” Tony murmured. “It’s going to be ok now.”

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Tony didn’t know how long they stood there, but eventually, he led them over to the couch so he could hold Peter more comfortably. The kid made no move to pull away, only confirming Tony’s concerns about the touch starvation. Even the slightest bit of touch seemed to affect the younger man, and there wasn’t an easy way to fix that when Tony lived hours away.

Eventually, Tony pushed Peter gently upright, giving the Bambi eyed college student an encouraging smile.

“As much as I love a good cuddle, there’s something else I came here for,” Tony said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the box with the custom StarkFit. “This is for you, to help Karen keep an eye on you and also remind you to eat and do all of those things.”

Peter took the box and opened it, his eyes going wide at the plain silver band with a discreet screen.

“What- what is it?” the kid asked.

“This is a modified StarkFit,” Tony said, lifting it out and showing Peter how to get it on and off. “Karen is linked in, there’s a microphone and speaker in case she needs to get your attention, as well as a miniature scanner to ensure she can keep track of your vitals. I want you to wear it anytime you’re not in the apartment, and preferably while you’re here too but I understand if you want to take it off.”

“You said it has a scanner?” Peter asked, eyeing the band. “Who monitors it?”

“Karen will watch the day to day and send summaries to Friday, though I’ll check in from time to time too, or if the girls alert me to anything off,” Tony said matter of factly.

Peter once again wondered if something wasn’t wrong with him. Normal people would balk at such scrutiny, and maybe Peter should too but the only thing he felt was a warm feeling in his chest. Tony was willing to devote his time and resources to ensuring that Peter was well. He was the only one willing to do so it seemed, and Peter put the tracker on reverently.

“Thank you,” Peter whispered, hoping Tony would understand because he didn’t think he could explain with words everything the tracker made him feel. It was a weird mix of safe, cared for, special, and the beginnings of something else. Something that was more and scary and something Peter wasn’t ready to face yet.

“You don’t have to thank me, Pete,” Tony said, giving Peter a gentle smile. “I’ve got you now.”

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Later that night as he lay in bed, Peter couldn’t stop running his fingers over the Starkfit. It was odd feeling the small sensors as they took continuous readings when not wearing the spider suit, but Peter had no intention of saying anything to Tony. The gentle vibrations reminded him that Tony was there on the other end. Not even a phone call away now, just a single voice command.

“Karen, text Mr. Stark, please,” Peter said. “Let him know I’m heading to bed, and thank you again for today. Then tell him good night.”

“Message sent,” the AI informed him. Peter nearly jumped when his wrist vibrated a second later. “We’ve received a response. Would you like me to read it for you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Peter said with a snort. Of course Tony would link all of his devices.

“Mr. Stark says ‘Goodnight, kid. Stay out of trouble and expect a food delivery from the chef sometime tomorrow afternoon.’ Would you like to respond?” Karen asked.

“Yeah, tell him will do and thank you again,” Peter said, curling up under his blanket. He was asleep before Mr. Stark could respond again.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43845591

this won’t go back to normal (if it ever does) by remusshotchocolate “I can’t sleep” Peter murmured tiredly, both reminding himself not to drift off and informing Tony. Tony flicked his ear gently “I noticed that, you lied to me” “Technically I didn’t lie” “Oh yeah? How so?” “I had eight hours of sleep this week, you never said it had to be in one night” When Peter saves a young boy from being raped on patrol, it affects him more than he feels it should or Peter has a panic attack and tells Tony about Skip Words: 3844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 15 of Marvel one shots Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker (Mentioned), Ben Parker (mentioned), Michelle Jones (mentioned), Ned Leeds (mentioned), Skip Westcott Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Original Character(s), the og character is just a kid he saves Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, BAMF Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Rape Recovery, Recovery, Peter Parker has PTSD, PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Not Canon Compliant, if it was it would take place between homecoming and infinity war, probably, I Wrote This While Listening to Taylor Swift's Music, i can’t believe that’s a tag, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Peter Parker is an angel, Therapy

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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antlereed · 18 days

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15 questions for 15 friends

i was tagged by @quietblueriver (thanks for the tag it gave me a break from my other words today!)

Were you named after anyone?

technically yes but not anymore! when i first came out and started transitioning i named myself after a childhood fav cartoon character. lately though ive been playing with going by antony (just as an excuse to have antlered be a nickname

When was the last time you cried?

yesterday, i was watching spider-man 2 (doctor octavius you will always be my favorite) and teared up at the train stop scene. still one of my favorite spider-man movies its so fun

Do you have kids?

nope, but i am the oldest child so ive been parent to most of my siblings (i have nine siblings!)

What sports have you played/do you play?

never really played sports, outside of some soccer and cross country when i was a little kid

Do you use sarcasm?

sometimes, though usually my go to for humor is the classic "make shit up and then commit to the bit until it isnt funny anymore"

First thing you notice about people?

depending on how we meet/interact, either their style or their like. mood? most times im too hyperfocused on how im acting to really pay much attention to people (woohoo anxiety!!)

What is your eye color?

brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies, if someone doesnt get possesed, abducted by aliens, or otherwise irreversibly affected by the Horrors then im not entirely interested

Any talents?

ah, hm lets see. id say im pretty decent at some viddy games (proudly bottom rung bronze in apex legends) and im not half bad at performance stuff! many years of concert band and marching band has allowed me to do stupid shit in front of crowds for ages. i also know how to play most brass instruments, tho im the best at the trumpet and trombone!

Where were you born?

born in southern california and then immediately moved to central california because my mother couldnt stand the heat

What are your hobbies?

writing, whether thats fanfic or og fiction for myself. i love reading pulpy ass cyberpunk stories, and some romance because im a simple man and i love it when people hold hands and get sappy together. im also a non-practising dungeon master and just homebrew stuff for the sake of making some dope shit up (i am telepathically begging everyone to let me join their dnd/pathfinder games please please please)

Do you have any pets?

just one cat! my babiest boy Halo: The Master Chief Collection for XBOX One S

How tall are you?

5' 7" unless i want to lie to people

Favorite subject in school?

english initially, though i was also really obsessed with the astronomy portion of science to the point that i genuinely considered becoming an astronomer myself (until i found out abt the math required and then i just decided to look at the stars with my eyes instead)

Dream Job?

in a perfect world? the commisioned freak that rich people had during the renaissance. currently though, im not too sure, just that i want to help people exist in the nicest way i can

idk who to tag, so i guess ill go the usual if you want to do this then feel free to say i tagged you! along with @horse-immorality @dadrielle and @soaring-trash if you guys want!

#antlered talk time #i needed to give my brain a break from rewrites and this was the perfect break lol

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ao3feed-petermj · 2 months

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Can't Make Any Promises Now

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0VBOkMo by abcd_em “Is this going to be a thing?” Her sister asks, breaking MJ’s concentration from the picture her eyes are fixed on. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Your pining.” She clarifies. “Is this going to be a thing? I might move my shelves if you’re going to attempt burning a hole through them.” MJ scoffs, needing a second to forcibly stop staring at the exact spot that Gayle was teasing her about. “It’s not a thing. I’m only here for a few weeks. Why would it be a thing?” “Nothing is going to happen.” MJ assures her, picking up the plate again and cleaning it with more force than necessary. It sounds like a lie to even her own ears, only made worse by how heat rises to her cheeks when she hears movement against the thin wall on the other side of the apartment. Words: 2560, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Series: Part 2 of So it goes... Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Michelle Jones (Marvel), Peter Parker, Gayle Watson Relationships: MJ/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Gayle Watson Additional Tags: Neighbours to Lovers, (technically) exes to lovers, actress mj, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, MJ Watson is a little shit, Flirting, Pining read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0VBOkMo

#spideychelle #PeterMJ #petermjane

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kookiecrumb · 3 years

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jjk|| Your Head

"tags": @kazthebrekkerofinej

word count: uhhhh

summary: Jungkook is the heir to the throne of your Kingdom! In this tale of duty versus heart, will love prevail victorious?

tags: Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader, oneshot, smut, fluff, slight angst, some crack, pining, forbidden lovers, Jungkookie has a sweet tooth, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings: explicit language, impact play, birthday sex (technically), fingering, oral (m receiving*), love marking, alcohol consumption, s&m themes, horny grinding, praise kink/body worship

a/n:

hey guys!

Firstly, I want to say how proud I am of myself for growing so much during this fic. I learned a lot about what I'm comfortable with, what I'd like to work on, and where my confidences lie.

I won't lie and say it's been easy, because writing this meant dealing with a lot of my fears? I'm excited for all the works that are to come.

The only thing I can do is be as receptive to growth as possible, so I'm looking forward to learning...

*I actually learned that Vaseline wasn't invented until like the 1870s? The fic is written in the 1810s, so I actually had a choice between having them do it with vegetable oil or spit. Spit won.

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5 years ago

You bend over to pick up an apple that had rolled over under your father's produce cart, praying that it isn't bruised so that you have to pay for it out of your dinner, when a crumpled piece of paper hits you in the ass.

Confused, you crawl out from under the stand and unwrap the paper.

The paper itself is of the finest quality you've ever seen. It's a sturdy cardstock, bleached white with gold etchings on the borders. The print on the top of it reads "His Highness Jeon's Royal Study," and scribbled in some kid's amateur cursive below, "Nice butt."

You directed your gaze upwards, towards the towering castle walls. Sure enough, a boy no older than 15 had his noggin popping out from the top of the rampart, with two wide eyes staring down, curious as to your reaction. This was Prince Jungkook, heir to the throne of your kingdom.

"Shouldn't you be equestrian horse riding or playing polo or something?" You shout. He furrows his eyebrows, apparently offended at your assumption, and then disappears behind the edifice.

Moments later, another paper hits your shoulder as you're practicing your caligraphy behind your cart. It lands between the apples, so you reach your hand over and fish out out.

You glance up at the anticipant, and sure enough he's there with his doe eyes and his coconut head, ogling.

"No, dumbie. That's at MID-day." Well how were YOU supposed to know the royal schedule of the crown prince, it wasn't just common knowlegde you learned from being a humble farmer's daught--

Ah!

"Will you STOP?!" You put your foot down. "Unless you're here to buy my apples, then you're not getting ANY, little Prince." Oh, shit. You gave him ideas. Now it was really over for you.

In less than half an hour, half a company of men arrived at the marketplace, asking about your little old apple stand, and sure enough, Jungkook had bought out the entire cart so that you were forced to help with the transaction.

The young prince had eyes frankly too big for his head, with the most prominent cupid's bow you've ever seen. His nose slightly outgrew his face and his ears were hidden away behind his short, black hair. "Now you can talk to me." He gave you a rose he'd stolen from the royal garden. "I am Jungkook, heir to the throne of--"

"I know who you are." You interrupt him, documenting His Highness' total in your calligraphy book.

With a hand perched on his chest from surprise, he scoffed. "And I happen to think you're really pretty, so I was going to ask you to be my very first consor--"

"You're 15, you have playmates not consorts."

"And how old are you?!" He's had it, raising his voice and taking a bite out of one of your apples with force.

"16, old enough to have suitors." You tease. Jungkook hangs his head a little. He just needed someone to talk to, it would seem. Reluctantly, you scribbled down your address down on a piece of note paper and handed it to him.

"Look, if you buy more of my apples, I'll have an excuse to tell my Dad so I can hang out with you." You spoke in a low voice as to not raise suspicion.

Your dad is standing negotiating with the guards about prices, his usual embarassing haggling gruffly overpowering the guards elegant twiddle-tones.

"Wonderful! See you soon, my sweet!" He resumes his confident demeanor, tucking the paper into his overcoat with a small smile. He salutes you boyishly and marches away with a year's supply of apples.

For the next week, the royal kitchen had baked 3 apple pies, made 5 fruit salads, 4 batches of apple muffins, and threw the rest of them in Sangria; that's the same Sangria as King Jeon finds himself drinking in his wife's drawing room on Sunday.

"Call Chef, fetch him up here." He waves to his assistant, keeping his eyes on the outside. He was deep in thought, his hands stoicly behind his back.

The Kingdom had been prosperous for over many years now, and war had not come close to threatening its borders in a lifetime. Negotiations were always successful, and quality of living was high. The work of a King, in a situation such as this, was to perfect the image of the royal family as strong rulers, and to paint his daughters as desirable to foreign heirs.

"Your Grace," the assistant called his attention, "Head Chef Sung." The dainty man bows and scurries off somewhere else.

Chef Sung is a portly man, who carries himself heaving with every step, his great belly inflating with each hefty inhale. He approaches the King, and kneels down to kiss his hand with his fat lips.

The King recoils in disgust, but quickly collects himself and his words. "Where are these apples from, is it France or Spain?" He demands.

"Neither, Your Highness." Mr.Sung lifts up his eyes. "They are from our Holy Kingdom; by order of Prince Jungkook, an entire cart was purchased of these apples and we have not been able to get rid of them." Tears threatened Chef Sungs eyes at the very mention of the fruit.

'Well, there's one thing the kid's done right.' King Jeon now faces the Chef, setting down his drink on a mahogany table, leaning against it casually. "Well! Good. I'd like to meet the owner of that cart, invite him to my Sunday brunch."

"Oh, yes, of course sir! You'll never see them in our kitchen aga--What?" Chef Sung takes out his handkerchief, waving it around in the air and drying his tears at once. "So you like them! Why...Yes! Yes, of course!"

Your father thought it would be valuable to have you around the kitchen, learning from the skilled men and women employed by the Jeon family. He only visited once a week to drop off fresh produce, (he'd been officially hired to handle restocking of goods) but you, after showing promising signs of being a gifted baker during one of your father's restocks, were granted scholarship by Ms.Kang to be her aid.

You were now, officially, a resident of the Jeon Estate, residing in the servant's quarters, immediately adjacent to the kitchen. This was convenient. It was far too convenient for a certain little Prince to get the idea of wanting a midnight snack and wandering downstairs.

One day, he does just that. He finds his way into the first bedroom to the right of the stairs facing the kitchen, and that happens to be your bedroom.

He pokes you awake. "Ow! Ow, whyyy~" You whine and toss yourself over to the other side of the bed. His irritating poking persists. You grab his fingers and your eyes shatter open.

You sit up, alarmed. "You could have me arrested, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I wanted a midnight snack! Besides, I wanna talk to you." He pouts, still holding a small teddy companion.

"Fine. I'll bake you ONE sheet of cookies." You slip on your night shoes and shuffle to the kitchen, and Jungkook tags along.

By the time Jungkook's 18th birthday comes around, he's in the kitchen helping you whisk buttercream to top his cake while having a tease at the Austrian Princess' mole.

"You have one right under your lip, look!" You take a little buttercream from the bowl and stain the dark spot with it.

He licks it up and hastens to add, "it needs more sugar, lady!" as he turns to grab a puffy bag of confection sugar.

"You're impossible to please." Snatching the sugar away from him, you smirk. "You can gobble down as many sweets as you want when the ball commences. Remember, this is the year you're supposed to be keeping your eye out for a girl of a good fam--"

"Yada yada, must have hips for childbearing, yada yada yada..." He mocks the speech his mother had told him that morning when he got dressed.

"Exactly." You set your bowl aside to fix Jungkook's tie. "Yes, and that's your duty, as our heir."

You step back and examine Jungkook one more time. He'd grown so tall in the last year, his legs like spider's and he was just beginning to grow into his features. Handsome boy.

You, too, had grown into an elegant young woman. You had a poised complexion, ready-mannered and graceful. Your hands seemed out of place in your otherwise feminine frame, carrying an extra bit of girth from baking. You were 19 years old.

Marriage was becoming an uncomfortably frequent topic during your visits home, as your mother had married young, herself, she expected the same of you.

Truth be told, there were plenty of offers for your hand. You were a skilled and very esteemed individual, who had broken into thr artisinal class. But your father knew better than put a dowry on your happiness. So long as you worked, he saw no reason to marry you off just yet.

"Now, go. Your sisters must be worried sick! Go out there." You shoo him, pushing him out the door of the kitchen despite his flailing arms.

Throughout the party, you'd been carrying a platter of your own baked goods, serving them to the aristocrats attending the Princes' coming-of-age ball. Accents from all over Europe and some from Kingdoms as far East as Cyprus jubilantly engaged in artful conversation which filled the air with good spirits.

Jungkook, himself, was busy being introduced to as many women as possible, a medley of presenting duchesses, ladies, and even Princesses of your Kingdom. They were each more qualified than you'll ever be, ten-fold.

One was a Greek Princess, her hair cascaded in darling curls down her shoulders and her eyes were deep-set, her voice a flirtatious trill.

Another, a Prussian Princess', posture radiated excellency, and whose complexion sparkled like powdered snow. Jungkook greeted her warmly, pleased with her appearance.

Distracted, you tripped up your skirt and dropped the remainder of your pastries. With that, you stepped off to use the restroom.

The sound of Strauss' Rosen aus dem Süden faintly loomed in the air as you wiped tears from your waterline in the mirror. That was just the way it was, wasn't it? Princes come of age, and they find wives who they commit their lives to.

"Married men don't have friends who are girls." You say out loud, just to realize it. Jungkook was now expected to find a mate within the season, and he was, in fact, quite the eligible bachelor.

Little did you know that Jungkook had been keeping an eye out for you throughout the party, not only because you were carrying his favorite Danish pastires, but because he knew your company was his greatest comfort.

He's in the midst of greeting the Duchess of Kent when he excuses himself to go look for you. He finds your mess first, frowning as he realizes something has gone terribly wrong.

He catches you in the hallway, face puffy and shaky. He grabs your wrist to keep you from darting back to the kitchen.

"Please don't do this, it's my birthday, y/n." It's as if an unspoken rule had been broken between you, and he feels it. Something is making you uncomfortable. "Was it the girls? You told me about this, it's my duty to at least greet them and--"

"Yeah, you sure did greet the Prussian woman nicely." You speak through tears. "She's the girl you were born to be with, huh? Your birthright?"Jungkook is silent. "Every girl at that ball wants to be your wife, want to have your children. They haven't known you for a day and yet they're ready to be your bride."

You search Jungkook's eyes for any sign of coherence, hoping that he would defend against you, that he would speak up and tell you otherwise. No such argument comes.

You yank your arm from his grip and march to the kitchen to remake the pastries you spilled.

You had the job of clearing off all the tables upon the departure of the last guests. It is midnight, and the windows of the castle stream moonlight down on the carpet beneath your feet. The glow of candles soothe you as you hum the waltzes which echo in your mind. It's a brilliant evening.

The centerpieces of the tables were gardenias, lush rose-like flowers with yellow pistils.

Summer, 1809

"Jungkook, wait! You're going to make me trip!" You shout from the top of the hill.

"You've gotta come see before the sun sets! It's the only way we'll get there on time, now run!" Jungkook's speeding down the terrain towards the Sycamore tree which grew deep and wide beneath the banks of a great rushing river.

You groan and throw caution to the wind, rolling down the steep mount in your Sunday dress. Jungkook turns to watch you, a grin spreading across his handsome face. "Look at you!"

You land on your feet at the bottom and scurry off to join Jungkook under the grandfather tree, out of breath entirely. "Now, look what you made me do. You're such a boy, you know that?! Making me come out here just to see some bloody--"

Jungkook has plucked a gardenia and placed it behind your ear. "Would you shut up? We got here on time. Behold."

In all its glory, the sun bathes you in its vivacious rays, creating a feeling of heavenly bliss as it dips below the horizon. The sky blushes pink, its clouds mere whisps above you. Wind rustles the leaves of the grand tree, rousing the birds to chirp their afternoon song.

"Mom used to come here all the time with my Dad, because of these." Jungkook clasped the blooming flower in his tender hands.

After a while, he says "the bugs will come out soon, so we ought to go back," as if he's trying not to scare something away. He helps you up, and with one last look across the valley, you walk next to each other back to the East Quarters.

You take all the silverware and plates by the tub to the dish-washing station and toss all of the linen napkins into the washing machine. All you had left was to blow out the lights in leading upstairs.

"Prince! It is very late, and there are no guests left for you to entertain. What troubles you?" Jungkook's sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands, still wearing his best suit.

"I disappointed you, y/n...I didn't like any of them." He admits, lifting his head up to sulk at you. "I should have told you then, but I didn't want to make you upset!"

Did Jungkook mistake your jealousy for disappointment?

"I'm not upset because you didn't hit it off with the girls..." You sigh. A confession is due, and he's ready to hear the truth from you about how you feel about him.

"Well, the truth is, I didn't like any of the girls because I like you, y/n. But you know that, don't you?" You pause, asking him to elaborate.

"Remember when I bought all the apples because I wanted to be with you? Like...I told you that you were my consort and I kind of meant it?" He felt pathetic now, realizing that you weren't just ignoring his advances. "So you didn't friendzone me for 2 years, you actually didn't know that I liked you."

It was almost laughable, a situation you would read in one of your illegal novels which you kept tucked away in your pillow at night. "No, Kookie, I didn't." You admit to your insolence.

You can't bear to lead him on any longer. You needed to put duty over your own self interest for the sake of the kingdom, even if it shattered his hope. It was better this way.

"But, you do know that we can't ever be a thing, right? It's just silly." Your heart tightens with the words which fall out of your mouth. "It is. Nevermind what your parents would think, what would it do for your image? You're on the world's stage, Jungkook, and you're a selfish person if you think you can just throw all of your duties away to date a scum of the Earth like-- like me!" With your heart in your throat, dry your eyes with your sleeve. "And...I want to, I really really want to, more than anything else to love you, Jungkook. I love you! I...can't." Through the blur of your tears, the shapeless blob that Jungkook has become stands up.

Taking his thumb and swiping it under your eyes, he sighs. Words escaping him, he takes your trembling body against his chest and nestles his head in the crook of your neck. Your cold hands travel underneath his overcoat to hold his waist. The Princes' lips plant a gentle kiss on your neck, chaste yet deep and satisfying.

"I will not accept any bride if not you, my love." He draws back, meeting your fervid gaze. "To the world, I remain a bachelor for a few years."

"And after those years, Jungkook?" You ride your hands up to caress the man's jaw. "You will still love me after those years, and then what?"

"I don't know," he says, voice as soft as powder. "I don't know many things, y/n, that's why I need you to teach me." His palms are rubbing at your waist, beckoning you closer.

His breath quickening as you lean your body against his hold, and you figure it must be the wine he drank to calm his nerves. That was it, wasn't it? He was drunk.

"You're not drunk, are you?" Your face sours, really hoping it's not the case as you feel your body temperature rise.

"Y/N, I've only had a glass. You saw I was a wreck back there." His lips kept chasing yours in a dance you can't quite describe. "I have wanted to hold you like this since I saw you selling apples on the street. Give me the honor..." His forehead against yours and his strong hands supporting your back, he's already fucking you with his eyes.

"The pleasure of being your lover." He squeezes your waist tight with his forearms, planting brisk kisses behind your ear and breathing in your scent. He smiles against you. Your skin pebbles at his affectionate touch, purring softly as your eyes roll back in delight.

"Kookie..." You breathe, leaning on his broad chest. "Kook, the maids are wondering where I am, I have to go..." You slur, tugging at his collar.

He grunts in protest, taking your ear between his teeth and nibbling it.

"If you let me go, I'll steal some cake for you tomorrow at breakfast." If there's anything Jungkook likes more than Cream Ice, it was cake. He unravels you from his arms and nods, his eyes softening.

"Request my service tomorrow, from Ms.Kang. She's been sweet on me lately." You peck his cheek before stepping back. Your rouge has embarrassingly stained His Grace's cheek.

Jungkook bows and presses a kiss on your hand, eyes rising to meet yours. "Til' morrow, babe."

Jiyoo shakes you awake the next morning, handing you a cake and a note that reads: "Prince Jungkook has a commission he must discuss with you. Meet him at his chamber immediately."

Lacing on a simple corset over your nightgown, you try not to look too red in the face as you climb up the stairs to His Majesty's room. You'd be up there alone, as requested. The girls would absolutely start rumors based on that alone-- rumors which you realize are probably totally true. This was stuff of scandal, after all...

'There shouldn't be anything scandalous about love.' You decide as you rap on His Highness' door.

"Please enter...but only if you have my cake!" Jungkook says in his morning voice. He's so cute.

The simplicity of Jungkook's abode takes you by surprise. His bedroom is very well lit, a capital display of the flowered valley through his bay windows washed the room in gold, painting his porcelain white carpets and his cotton sheets a warm creme color. His drawers and vanity were etched in gold, with breathtaking detailing.

The Monarch himself was splayed across the bed, laying on his side casually. He held a glass in his hand, holding a white wine. He puts down his glass and sits up as your presence.

"We both know that you didn't come here as my servant." You lock the door behind you. "And I have no such commission to give you, darling." The innocence which undertones his usual speech is missing as he coaxes you towards him.

"This much I know, Your Majesty," You say, taking a bit of frosting on your index finger and smudging it on the Princes lips. His black eyes, as cunning as a viper, watch you dangerously as you push two fingers past his plush lips. He wraps his hands around your wrist and draws your hand away, his gaze fixating on you.

"Set the cake down." At his command, you carefully place the confection down on a nearby chest, feeling Jungkook's eyes on you, drawing you back towards his grip.

"Let me pull your laces apart," with your waist held by his Herculean hand, he hums "and then let me pull you apart. I want to memorize your pleasures and gratify your desires, I need it, y/n..." Your back flush against his chest and your thighs split, his hands knead into you as he litters your collar with his mark.

You gasp softly against the crook of his neck, giving into his hold of you. His hot tongue spreads under your jaw, closing into a hard kiss as his hands travel back up to undo your corset and free your tits.

One by one, his fingers pop open the buttons left on your gown until the collar hangs off-shoulder to expose your collarbone. At the sight of new skin, Jungkook's tongue darts to stain it.

His hands stagger above your breasts. "Is it okay if I touch you here?"

"Oh, Kookie, touch me everywhere~" Your hands form fists around Jungkook's shirt, beckoning him impossibly closer.

Grasping one ever so carefully, his thumb grazes your bud as he playfully bites under your ear. "ah-- ahh,"

Jungkook groans in response, he can't believe how cute you sound. Curious, he wants to hear more, so he traces your thighs and experimentally pushes up the outside your cunt.

You squirm, tensing up immediately in response. You bring your hands down to find the latch on his trousers and dip your hands below to rub him through his undergarments. He heatedly bucks up to meet your touch, a panting mess.

You face him now as he watches you ride his fingers while you grip his girth through his clothes. He takes you by the ass and places you on his prominent bulge, hips rolling into you as he hungrily kisses you, his firm hands grinding your core on his cock.

His face is a sinful red, panting under you desperately.

"I've been wanting to do this," His voice warbles through your touch, running your thumb along his underside. It's his turn to gasp. He sits up and collapses his lips into yours, softer than rose petals and his taste faintly like wine.

You place your hand on his chest, and his heart is pounding, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his honeylike complexion.

Hastily, you pull your dress over your head and lean back to allow him to familiarize himself with your stark form, a dainty chain hanging between your bosom. Jungkook bites his lips as he wriggles out of his clothing, desposing of it beside the bed.

He's giddy behind those sultry eyes, you know him well enough that he's overexcited to get inside of you. It goes straight to his cock, your playfulness as you feel up his bare shoulders and discover his abdominals, your fingers tracing his ridges with a sense of innocent wonder.

He takes your hands and looks at you in this way-- Butterflies fill your stomach instantly. Jungkook's thumbing at your pout with his intrepid fingers.

His eyes flutter when grip his base and submerge your upper body below his hips. You lick a long, thick stripe up his underside, causing his breath to hitch and his head to fall back on to the bed.

Those goddamn cupid's bow lips of his would whisper the dirtiest things under his breath, lewd thoughts that sounded completely alien coming from His Majesty's mouth, he said for you.

"Oh, such a pretty mouth~ It's so good, y/n, you swallow me so good--" he moaned like a mantra, trying to keep his hips from snapping up into you. Your hot, wet tongue wrapped around his throbbing cock was only a fantasy to him for years.

He fills your throat with his girth, his taste tantalizingly smooth. It leaves your mouth with a 'pop.' You struggle to keep your legs apart as you crawl up to kiss him.

He takes those fingers of his and slides his index and middle into you and languidly thrusts them, smirking against your lips. "Shit, you liked that, hmm..."

"Kookie...please," you whine as he squeezes your ass hard before smacking it. You yelp, the sting of his fingers radiating from your skin.

"I like it when you beg, y/n, it's so cute..." He pulls your ass up to his thighs. He's flush hard against your abdomen, already sticky with his precum and your spit. You marvel at the self control he has.

You don't finish your thought before he has his head inside of you, impaling you on his cock and stretching your entrance, hissing at how incredible it felt to have you around him.

His shaft reached pleasure points within you had yet to discover. You clench, feeling his tip brush against your cervix. "Wh... hngh," he groans, "how did you do that, do it again--" You wrap your legs around his thighs and clench around him, biting your lip. You watch as he shivers from pleasure, feeling his skin horripilate under your touch.

His thumb is softly circling above your clit as he pulls out of you carefully. He swirls back in, nestling himself inside your heat, hissing. "Ahh~ Jungkook~!" At the sound of his first name moaned out of your mouth, he groans and rolls his hips up to create messy friction. That familiar knot in your stomach tingles as he plays with the bundle of nerves buried within you.

He glances up at your ruined lips, clashing with them again as he lifts your knees up with his hands and thrusts nice and rough, making you yell with every jolt of his cock. The smell and sound of sex fills the room as he experiments with positions, laying you on all fours.

"Get your ass up for me." You obey, ever servile. You're reminded-- you're his servant. He owns your work, he owns your services, and now he wants you in the most lucrative way, he wants your soaked cunt around his imperial cock. He gets what he wants.

Jungkook's palms smack against your ass one more time, just to watch the way it jiggles for him. He smirks a little before he shoves himself into your pretty little cunt. You bury your face into the pillows in pelasure as he chases your orgasm with vigor, fingering your clitoris while you move your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

You whine like a harlot, his cock allowing you every satisfaction as he works a head-spinning orgasm out of that cunt. "I'm gonna cum, Kookie~!" you warn as you spasm against his length, moans ripping from your throat as you coat him with your thick juices.

His hips stutter up and he just barely pulls himself completely from you as he paints your back white, a guttural groan escaping his mouth.

After a while of loud panting and scattered giggling, Jungkook reaches over for a wet cloth and cleans the both of you gingerly. You trail your hands up to caress his jaw and kiss his lips softly.

"You need to tell everyone that I had a long and extensive request for the Harvest party, that I wanted a lot of fall fruits and vegetables featured in the baked goods, make it as specific as possible and make sure that you mention that I want to meet with you again, over dinner." His labored breathing punctuate his words, as youd kisses consume him. "And..."

"And?" You cock an eyebrow, simpering.

"Doyouthinkmaybeyoucouldbringmesomemilktogowithmycake?" He mumbles, eyes glued on the bed.

"What?" (If you give a Kookie a Cookie...)

Disgruntled, he sighs and repeats: "Milk! Milk for my cake. I know it's moist cause you made it but I'm really thirsty, especially after..." His cheeks flush a cute pink. You wait for him to continue just to fluster him a little more. "Y/N, just please!" You can't ever refuse his pouty face.

Next week, Jungkook's got you pinned against the hallway wall, making out with you hungrily as his hands ride up your dress. Just across the hall, his Dad is negotiating war with Portugal over land in the West.

The next month, you have his cock buried in your throat underneath the table at an important conference about how to create jobs.

All this while the pressure for Jungkook to find a bride continues to rise as he reaches seniority, and as his father's grey hairs pronounce themselves.

Warm touches are always hidden away to the public eye, but often shared between two kindred spirits underneath the man in the moon's watchful eye. Jungkook, as he reaches his maturity, grows strong. His jaw sharpens, and his eyes darken. His hair grows long, and he gains weight. Now at the proud age of 20, Jungkook had become a man before everyone's eyes, including the eyes of foreign monarchs and their eligible bachelorettes.

One day, you're serving the Royal family at a private dinner, when the topic of marriage comes up for the first time since his birthday.

"Your mother has made friends with the mother of the Austrian Princess, and she's invited you to the cordial ball to introduce yourself to the Princess. An allyship with Austria would prove advantageous for our relations with France, so you are to make your best impression." The King wipes his mouth. Setting his fork down, he continues: "It is in the family's best interest for you to marry her, if the French Princess, Anastasie, does not present this season or the next." The Queen holds the King's hand firmly, reassuring him from his shoulder. She wears a slight frown on her face, her eyes worrisome, somber. The King hides his anxiety, as he's been accustomed to from decades of responsibility. Would this be the face of Jungkook soon?

For now, Jungkook's face is scrunching at the thought of marrying Anastasie. She's not the most delightful young woman, her imprudence ruined her enjoyment of any event. She couldn't keep an intuitive conversation about regional politics and domestic policy for the life of her. Her people were on the brink of overthrowing the aristocracy, he was sure of it.

"Yes, father," is what you hear from him before you disappear down the stairs to fetch desserts.

Jiyoo interrupts your quest for sweets with a letter, signed by His Grace. She has a naturally innocent demeanor, her cheeks rosy and her frame as delicate as a feather. "Y/N, you have another special request from His Majesty...can I ask you why you get so many of these?" She looks genuinely curious, not a single menacing thought behind those eyes.

"It's because the Prince really really loves his cake." I mean, technically it was true. Jungkook never passed up an opportunity to squeeze, smack, or dig his fingernails into your ass during your sessions.

"Oh." Jiyoo pouts. "So it's not because you're like, in love or anything?" Her eyes are glued to the floor. You were expecting this question eventually, as the other girls in the kitchen were already suspecting it. It was only a matter of time before word slipped into the girl's ears.

"As much as I enjoy the Prince's interest in my baking, it isn't my place to confess any sort of feeling for him." Your answer is straightforward enough, so Jiyoo nods and hands you the letter. Another request.

Outside the Palace, Winter came like the wind. Lakes froze over, and couples tied up their skates and danced on the ice. The trees were bare and brown, not a single leaf persisting through the chilling breath of Jack Frost.

Jungkook had left for the Winter Palace, to volunteer and raise spirits up in the North. As heir to the throne, he was to be Commander in Chief of the Royal Armed Forces, and therefore needed to undergo intensive training in order to boost morale.

You're back home, and in your wake is your father, who has now grown tangibly tired. He's been on a strict diet of warm vegetable soup for about three months, now. His eyes are sunken, but he still wears a subtle smile even during his most trying days.

Match girls make their rounds at night, you watch as the lamplighters illuminate the streets with their tall ladders and their taller peacoats. Shop windows glow warm shades of yellow and creme; inscriptions on the glass create shadows on the white snow.

"Wow. It's almost as cold as the King's heart out here." You step outside one day with a cup of tea, sneaking in a cheeky smirk. Yeah, good one.

"I heard that!" You turn towards the little voice. A child, maybe about 9 or 10 years old is pointing at you. You squint at it.

"Well, it's true..." You mumble. You have a bit of change in your pocket, so you walk towards a stand to buy a hot bun and a paper.

"Chilly today, hon...Best you take this on the house." The tenant hands you a steaming cake wrapped in a simple cloth and your paper. You stick the paper in your dress pocket and take back your change. You nod a 'thank you.'

You spill the contents of your pockets on the dining table and snatch the paper, snapping it open. Your eyes eagerly skim the headline: "Prince Jungkook Fires Up Royal Army." Below is an article detailing the happenings of His Majesty. All of it sounded very intense, the running, strategizing, first aid training...Was there anything Prince Jeon couldn't nail on the first try?

You set the paper down and pick up your now lukewarm tea. In the back of your mind you're coping with the fact that the Spring Solstice is next week, and that marks the beginning of Jungkook's last season as a Prince.

The King is ill with tuberculosis, and recovery is unlikely. If Jungkook is to marry, it is next season and that was final.

Sitting at the window of his Winter Castle study, Jungkook plays with a ring nestled between his fingers. He looks out onto the lake, as if he's trying to reach you with his gaze. His heart is tight knowing that it would be the season he chooses his bride. Actually, he'd already made up his mind long ago. If his duty was to marry, there was no way to evade such a responsibility. He had to fulfill it, despite his anxieties.

He straightens up and walks out of the hollow room with a firm step.

You awaken with the sound of horse's hooves thudding against the Earth. It is yet to be dawn, and in the distance, thunder roars mightily.

A figure wearing a long, black hood hoists itself off of the animal, tying it to a nearby post. It walks towards an obscure entrance, unknown to many staff.

Intrigued, you wrap a blanket around yourself and peek out at the stranger. His fingers are shorter than his palms, and that's when he tosses of his hood, his eyes set on you. "Y/N..."

You're bewildered by his guise, questions filling your head.

"I was horny, so I left camp" He sits down at the counter, catapulting a cookie into his mouth.

You roll your eyes. "And the guards let you?! Jungkook!" You whisper-yelled at him, readjusting your makeshift blanket-dress.

"Obviously not!" He puffed out his chest with pride. "I bribed them," he smirks.

"You're insufferable," you scoff, your eyes wandering down to observe his physique. His shirt is anything but conservative, highlighting the muscle he'd earned through laborious, sweat-inducing drills. You can feel his eyes on your face as you observe him.

"You can't hide it either," he crosses his arms. "You're standing in the kitchen with a blanket around your naked body." He flicks his tongue. He steps forward, putting a finger under your jaw so you're looking him in the eye.

Your eyes fill with lust as he speaks over your lips. "Look at yourself..." A crash is heard in the other room.

Jungkook's head darts up and in a flash, he disappears into the night.

'Fuck.' You gather your dress from the floor and shuffle back to your chamber.

The first event of the season commences with the most exaltant of spirits as friends of old greet each other with youthful smiles. Juicy exposés, enticing tales, and thoughtful greetings are exchanged in the most formal manner, and the conversation is lively; the most controversial topic of conversation, however, is the rumor that Jungkook is to marry this season.

So far, he's been to four different private residences within his own Kingdom and has been invited, by the secretary of King Louis XVII to meet their daughter. It would be an understatement to say that stakes were high for the pending King.

You were kneading your dough a little too hard thinking about it. "Not so rough, y/n!" Ms.Kang snatches the mixture from your hands. "What is up with you lately, you're so tense! It's really disrupting the kitchen's dynamic."

You shrug it off. "It's going to be hard sedating Anastasie's sweet tooth, I suppose."

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine dealing with Jungkook's addiction to cakes...She's perfect for him, really." Ms.Kang throws more flour on your kneading table and steps off. You give up on the dough, covering it with a cloth and letting it rise.

Jungkook is tapping his feet, munching on finger sandwiches as he waits on you to make an appearance.

"Dearest Prince, look, I am wearing Mediterranean violet!" A duchess shouts as she passes by him, to which he raises his eyebrows at. Another, with dark green eyes approaches and begins speaking rapidly in French at him. Frightened and undereducated, his canned response was: "Excusez-moi, Pouvez-vous répéter plus lentement s'il vous plaît," to which the duchess furrows her eyebrows before something else catches her attention, elsewhere.

Truth is, Jungkook is incredibly shaken at the thought of announcing his engagement tonight. Well, that and the fact that you had yet to pop out of the kitchen. Man, those finger sandwiches were good.

As the night progresses, Jungkook realizes that if he doesn't get up on that platform and say what he needed to say, he'd have to say it in London. Setting his fears aside, he plants himself on top of the orchestral stage and taps a champagne glass with a cheese fork. The music comes to a stop.

With conviction, he begins: "The time has come that I announce my engagement. To all of my beloved friends, who have introduced me to the most beautiful, talented, diverse, and benevolent ladies I've come to get to know over the years, I thank you from the depths of my soul." He swallows and continues, his confident voice masking his trembling. "The life of a Prince is defined by the virtues presented to him at birth. Those virtues are: duty, responsibility, grace, kindness, mercy and integrity." Here comes the part, oh shit.

"I am abdicating my throne to my Cousin, the Duke of Namseong."

Silence sweeps the room. You poke your head out to see what was going on.

"...to marry the love of my life, y/n." He points at you. Your face is cherry red, and you find yourself dropping those same Danish fucking pastries all over the carpet.

"Shit," you fall on your knees, plucking them from the ground one by one. You don't know whether to run as fast as you can or to present yourself, but your body seems to be currently doing the latter. You go along with it.

Jungkook takes your hand tenderly on the stage. "I am unable to perform my duties as King, and therefore am ineligible for the throne." His touch gives you the will to continue beside him. You feel the pure fear rushing through your love's veins, and he knows that this is the hardest thing he'll ever have to do, yet he stands by his announcement.

So, if Jungkook doesn't get to be King of this World, he at least will forever be the King of Your Heart.

But all this, of course...is all in Your, dear reader, Head.

a/n:

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Of Sorcerers and Spiderwebs Chapter Four: Hopeless

Y/N L/N is a Master of the Mystic Arts, trained by Doctor Strange himself. When she first meets Peter Parker as they fight side by side against Thanos, she isn’t expecting for their brief partnership to blossom into a love that could last a lifetime.

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After realizing that you’re in love with Peter Parker, it feels even harder to drag yourself out of bed to head to school the next morning. Even the sight of him walking towards you from across the crowded hallways of Midtown hurts- you know that no matter how close the two of you become, he’ll never see you as anything more than a friend.

In fact, just the simple act of seeing him confirms that you truly love him. You’re not sure how you didn’t realize it before, but it’s glaringly obvious now. When the two of you are paired together for some partner activity in class, you’re able to laugh and smile with him as if you’ve known him your entire life.

That’s the easiest thing about Peter- with him, you’re able to just live and be whoever you want to be. There aren’t any expectations with him- no rules or assumptions or anything. He doesn’t presume you to be anything more than yourself. You’re not sure anyone’s made you feel like that in a long time.

However, things aren’t exactly perfect. Now that you’re actually paying attention to how you feel about Peter, you’re also noticing how Peter feels about other people. Specifically, how he feels about one of his closest friends, MJ. Case in point: whatever’s going on with them during this exact lunch one sunny afternoon at Midtown.

Although technically there are four of you at the lunch table, Peter’s clearly centered around MJ and MJ alone. He’s sitting next to her, leaning over to face her in a way that shuts out everything else around him. They’re engaged in some deep conversation about the ethics of neuroscience, something that you happen to know a lot about thanks to Stephen and that you could easily debate along with them. However, you already tried to enter the conversation and were talked over more than a few times, so you’ve given that up.

You can’t exactly blame Peter for being wrapped up in MJ. She’s practically perfect for him- she supports him being Spider-Man, she knows enough about his favorite topics to have discussions like the one they’re having now, and they both have the perfect blend of shy and talkative that makes them equals. The only problem is that she’s not you.

The worst part is that Peter is clearly in love with her. Here’s the thing- nobody looks at a girl the way Peter is looking at MJ right now, with that stupid soft smile on his face as she talks and that unnameable expression his eyes, without being in love. You suppose that’s why it hurts you so much to see him. It shouldn’t, of course, Peter’s known MJ for far longer than he’s known you and you just arrived at Midtown a few months ago. Yet your heart still feels a painful twinge every time you glance their way.

“You good, Y/N?”

You’re broken out of your trance when Ned speaks to you. Blinking once to clear your head, you turn to him. “Yeah, I’m just, uh, considering my plans for the future. I’ve heard about this really cool opportunity within the different international Sanctums to go out in search of people who could potentially become Masters of the Mystic Arts to monitor them and offer aid if they need it.”

What you’re talking about isn’t a lie- you have heard about this program, and it’s been simmering away in the back of your mind for quite some time. You had assumed that you weren’t going to act on it, as your life was going very well over in New York, but for once you might be convinced to move away as a nomad for the sorcerers.

Ned looks impressed. “That does sound cool. So you’d basically get to vacation around the world in the name of the Sanctums?” You incline your head, confirming his words. “That’s the thing- it sounds amazing. The only thing is, I’d have to apply and I don’t know if they’ll let me in or not. And, even if they do let me in, I’m just wondering if I would be able to leave all of this behind. It feels like I just got here.”

Ned nods. “I mean, I don’t really know what to tell you. Wizards-I mean, sorcerers, kind of have a priority of coolness over everything else. I guess you just have to ask yourself what you’d be giving up by leaving, and if you think the pros of the trip would outweigh the cons.”

You look at him, somewhat surprised. “That’s actually really good advice. Thanks, Ned.” The boy smiles. “Hey, if I can’t be a superhero I can at least give out super-good talks.” The two of you dissolve in laughter, but your smile fades slightly when you realize Peter hasn’t even heard you at all. Would he care if you left?

The next day, you slump down into your seat at the lunch table with a glower that could rival the stormy weather outside. Ned raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. “Well, I didn’t think you could look even more depressed than yesterday, but I guess I was wrong. What, did Sorcerers Worldwide not let you into their program?”

You point a finger at him in agreement. “I showed up and asked if I could go through with their program. I showed them everything I could do, which is more than the average adult at the Sanctum. Even with that, they still won’t let me go. They kept saying something about how I should be finishing school before I go traipsing around the globe. That doesn’t even make sense- they pulled me out of my freshman and sophomore years so they could train me at Kamar-Taj, why is it not okay now?”

Across the table from you, Peter looks stunned. “Wait, what do you mean? You were going to leave Midtown for some errand of the sorcerers?” You nod, staring up at the ceiling bleakly. “It was going to be so cool, too. But no, I have to wait until I’m out of high school or college or whenever they run out of excuses.”

Peter leans forward, and you realize for the first time that he actually seems cross, almost hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you liked it here.” You can’t help but feel defensive at his questioning. “I did. Yesterday, at lunch. I talked about it right here. I guess you weren't paying attention. Besides, I do like Midtown, but are you telling me you’d rather go to high school than travel the world?”

Peter scoffs. “Yeah, it would be fun to leave for a vacation or a weekend trip. You just got here, do you really not care about all of us enough to leave it all behind for some jaunt around the world?” You raise your eyebrows. “Why are you so upset? I just said that I wouldn’t be going anyway. And besides, I do care about everyone here, which is why I talked about the possibility of me going on this trip yesterday to all of you. I suppose you just weren’t listening.”

Peter’s opening his mouth, presumably to deliver a no doubt intense remark, but Ned places his hands in between the two of you, interrupting him. “You know what, I think what Peter means is that we’d all be sad to see you go, Y/N. We’re sorry that you didn’t get into your program, but at least you still have us, right?”

You tilt your head towards Ned, pointedly ignoring Peter. “Thank you, Ned. I absolutely agree. Midtown is, and will always be, an amazing school with amazing people and I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.” You and Ned continue to have a conversation in the same forced calm voices, and eventually Peter joins in. MJ arrives later, and joins in the chatter as well, although she does raise her eyebrows at the tension clearly brewing between you and Peter.

When lunch ends, the four of you are heading back to your classroom when you suddenly stop moving. Your friends stop as well, looking back at you in confusion. “Everything alright, Y/N?” MJ asks, but you just shake your head fervently. “Everything is very much not alright. It’s like I can sense something strange in the school. I don’t know what it is, but it isn’t human and it isn’t going away.”

Your friends walk back up to you. “Can you tell us anything else about it?” Ned questions. You try and latch onto the sudden feeling, but you can’t sense anything else. “I think I’m going to have to use my astral form to check it out. Can you make sure nobody notices what I’m doing?” Your friends nod their assent, and huddle up around you to hide you from view. If anyone happens to walk by, they’ll just see a group of students clustered around a locker.

You fling your shoulders back, closing your eyes and opening them once more to find yourself in your astral form, glowing and weightless just like normal. As you head off down the hallway in search of whatever malevolent entity is creeping around the school, you glance once over your shoulder and can’t help but feel slightly better when you notice that Peter is the first one to reach out and catch you, despite everything that just happened.

Brushing away thoughts of Peter and the concern clearly written across his face at the thought of you heading into danger, you continue on down the hallways. You quickly check classrooms and halls of lockers, and you notice that the strange feeling of darkness is emanating from a room down a few flights of stairs. The basement.

Of course it had to be the basement, the darkest, coldest, most formidable place in the whole school. Why couldn’t creepy things just hide in plain sight for once? Why the basement? You shudder briefly, then force yourself down through the floor until you’re standing just outside the basement door. You step forward, walking through the door, and suppress a silent scream when you see what’s inside.

When you suddenly jerk back to life in Peter’s arms, your friends look at you with startled eyes. “What is it? What did you see?” All you can do is clasp on to Peter, who’s still holding you tight. “Something is coming. Something bad.”

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tendous-socks · 3 years

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۞ surprise surprise pumpkin ۞

little one piece drabble i had as i’m watching the thriller bark arc.

i fucking love this arc and it might just be my favorite ( please make more perona content- please i’m begging you )

obviously not proof read - also low key bad since i’m writing this while watching so

hi just thinking about reader just vibing on thriller bark and never getting caught??

well actually - you threatened to salt them all if they didn’t leave you alone so you kind of have this relationship where they don’t bother you and you don’t bother them..

then again you also help lure ships to them it’s a win win i suppose

( technically an unofficial member of da team 😎)

( also- perona gave you some clothes cause she thought you were ugly and could’ve been cuter. she was right... also needed to get clothes that kumacy complemented. )

but then one day they hear about the straw hats being on the island and causing mayhem and you’re like “ i want to join them. i like their vibes “

and so you politely ask the spider-mice to hang you onto the ceiling. of course they didn’t fail to see the sparkle your pocket and obliged to your one of many strange requests. ( during the part of when franky and robin are running by to get to usopp and chopper )

and you’re just staring at them “ oi- moshi moshi “

( like shinobu from demon slayer )

and they just fucking s t a r e at you.

but like- what - who are you?? why are you up?? on ?? the ?? ceiling??

they don’t fucking know cause you had a dark brown cloak with orange trim and gold buttons with a matching witches hat- that also manage to get stuck ceiling with the webs. and their hat didn’t reveal much either so it was really any ones guess.

“ do you mind getting me down from here? i’m a little tangled up at the moment haha“

“ kinda in a sticky situation ya know, give a man a hand here haha “

( the puns did not amuse them )

that’s a lie - robin liked you already

it took a bit of convincing information giving for them to let you down, but it worked none the less.

tagging along with them, they seemed like a pretty lively bunch as more and more kept joining them.

though you didn’t join them when they went to their ship, feeling as if it wasn’t your place. so instead you decided to tell that mario guy that they’ve woken up 😀

didnt matter to you, you were bored as hell on that island, so what harm could a little entertainment do for the pumpkin witch?

of course they didn’t find your giggly antics funny as you quickly ran that creep hogback and the other uglies.

there was really no other place to go. bored, you waited inside the big gothic mansion busy blowing tiny sparkler pumpkins as you lounged around.

“ eh? when are they gonna get here? i’m borrrrred :( “

light bulb

“ oh! i have a pleasent idea! i’ll leave them a little surprise :D

‘ to robin and franky ♡ from y/n ۞ ‘ was what a small white card read as sanji picked up what was inside of explosive pumpkin. props to whoever gave the pumpkin little sparkler candles

you

though it didn’t help that they were now covered in pumpkin guts - and pretty sure that luffy was eating it while usopp and chopper were practically having a pumpkin-ball fight.

“ :D haha what. where are they. did they not get my directions? :D “

yeahhh luffy ate those before the rest could read what it said. next time don’t make them out of pumpkin

fortunately -you were able to meet the elusive straw hat captain as were waiting in the hallway that lead to moria.

you call it stalking, i call it intuition

as you would at any other time- you were lounging around on your ‘ giant jack ‘ as you causally went back to blowing up tiny pumpkin soldiers with pumpkin bombs

“ ohh more pumpkins ! just what i need before my big fight ! “

oh lo lo ?

“ huhhh are you that straw hat luffy that everyone’s been talking about“

“ yeah i am-are you the person who made that giant exploding pumpkin in the stairway!? “

“ yes i am! i hope you enjoyed my present! :) “

“ i sure did! it was very tasty-“

“ HEY STOP EATING MY PUMPKIN SOLIDERS “

okay maybe you didn’t want to join them anymore-

“ you should totally join my crew!! “

“ ohhhh really?? that sounds fun! “

casuall puts away bag of jewels you were planning to brib them with

but before he could celebrate the joining of a new crew mate- you held up a quick finger.

“you see... i’m in a stinky situation here lies the only way for me to truly- fully join your crew is if can deafeat mister moria-sama lies as you see i’m in a contract of sorts with him.. which means that i technically work under him, if you’re catching my drift “ -more lies

“ hey- you want to fight is what you’re saying “

“ you catch on quickly cap’n “

a smirk could be felt rising on your face as you both got in your battle stances, him saying something about you joining or whatever - not sure as you were already throwing pumpkin bombs at him as your soldiers snuck up on him.

he was already throwing his signature gatling at your bombs.

“ but alas, i am not in a fighting mood so i guess you’ll just have to beat mister moria-sama.. good luck captain er- future captain i suppose “

and with that he fell into the mouth of your ‘ giant jack’s ‘ mouth as it began to turn- gaining speed with each rotation before finally its unclamping his teeth and spitting him out towards the exit of the tunnel to where the red giant was previously.

“ you think he’s going to beat mister moria-sama y/n-chan? not even you can beat him at your current strength “

“ oh quiet odie, i’m sure hat he’s going to win. and besides- if i truly desired it- i could put more than a few bangs onto mister moria-sama... but where would the fun of a dead warlord be ? hmmmm odie-kun? “

“ HOW DARE YOU SPEK ABOUT MORIA- SAMA THAT W- cindry-chan why are you standing in front of me again “

* help i couldn’t get this scenario out of my head for the whole of my volleyball practice hhhh

side note ; why do i find moria odly attractive... 😀

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faylor · 4 years

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Faint

By @faylor for @peer-parker as part of the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange!

Rating: G

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark / Iron Dad

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Prompt: Peter over-works himself. - AKA Peter is REAL tired.

One week. One more week and finals would be over and done with. Then Peter could get some actual sleep. Between the constant studying every day, patrols every night, and interning for Mr. Stark, admittedly he wasn’t exactly getting the recommended eight hours of sleep at night. He was tired. Really tired. But he would never admit to it, at least not to your face. And he was pretty good at hiding it for the most part.

That is, until he accidentally dozed off in class. He couldn’t really help it though. That day’s chemistry lesson wasn’t anything new or exciting to him, so what would it hurt if he didn’t pay as much attention just this once?

“Mr. Parker?”

Peter’s head jerked upward at the sound of Mr. Harrington’s voice, his eyes immediately widening as he realized what had happened.

“Uh- I-“ he sputtered as his eyes focused on the board in the front of the room.

“As I was saying,” his teacher continued with a raised brow, “would you care to explain the name of the formula?”

Thinking quickly, Peter scanned the writings on the board, his gaze landing on said formula. “Um, it’s iron oxide. Or rust.” His voice wavered slightly with embarrassment as he felt his cheeks heat up.

“Right,” Mr. Harrington said, clearing his throat. Peter quietly sighed in relief as his teacher continued with the lecture without another word to him.

Ugh, how could he be so stupid to let himself fall asleep in the middle of class? He’d never done it before, but god was he tired. Most of his classes this semester were more advanced, which hadn’t need an issue before, but trying to balance them with being Spider-Man had proven to be maybe just a bit too much on his plate at once.

“Hey,” Ned whispered from beside him, drawing his attention. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just... late night.” Peter shrugged. “I’ll explain later.”

And by that, he meant that he’d make up some story about patrolling super late and losing track of time, which wasn’t technically a lie. But he’d definitely leave out the part about it happening over the course of the past two weeks. Peter just didn’t like for people to worry about him. He was fine, really. Maybe he’d just have to sacrifice an hour or two a night on patrol until finals were over with. He could live with that. Maybe.

After school, Peter did his usual routine of homework and then studying, followed by dinner and more studying. By the time nine o’clock rolled around, he decided to retire his textbooks for the night and trade them in for his suit, which he slipped on before quietly escaping out his bedroom window.

It was only about an hour in on his patrol when his fatigue really started to hit him, but he figured all he needed was a short break. So he made his way to one of his favorite rooftops downtown and sat down on the ledge, letting his feet swing as he gazed out at the city. It was all in all a relaxing sight, which didn’t much help his state.

His head was all but spinning, and his limbs suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. His eyelids were fighting him to close, but he had to stay alert. He had to stay awake.

But sleep would be so nice, he thought. Maybe if he just took a short nap. He could have Karen wake him up and he’d be right back at it- No, he had to stay awake. He had to. But his eyes were beginning to betray him as they started to slip closed, and then he was out.

Something had suddenly jolted him awake, though - his senses practically screaming at him. His eyes flickered back and forth, widening as he saw the ledge he’d been sitting on getting further and further away. He was... falling?

“Shit!” Peter gasped. He had to think fast.

He quickly outstretched his arm, activating his web shooter toward the building. The relief of swinging away never came though. Instead, he felt himself hit the ground, hard. His back and head were immediately drowning in a wave of pain that made him groan with a strained voice, and that familiar feeling of heavy eyes quickly came back again. This time, he didn’t hesitate to give in to it.

The next thing Peter remembered was the feeling of floating. Was he still falling? No. He remembered hitting the ground. Or had he dreamt that? Was the whole thing a dream? Was he still just asleep on the rooftop? He really had hoped so. He hoped that he was fine. That he had just dozed off on the roof and he was just dreaming and that everything was okay.

That train of thought was entirely derailed as the faint yet distinct beeping of a heart monitor started to fill his ears. At about the same time, the back of his head began to ache, alongside practically the rest of his body. Okay, so he had definitely fallen, and he was definitely not dreaming. But where was he? And how the hell had he gotten there?

He fluttered his eyes open, his vision started to focus on his surroundings. He could tell he was in some sort of hospital room, but it definitely wasn’t a regular hospital. It was almost as if he knew, but his head was still spinning and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“And there he is,” an all too familiar voice sounded from his side. His head jerked toward the source as his brows furrowed.

“M-Mssr Stark?” Peter slurred, his eyes slightly widening.

“How’re you feeling, kiddo?” Mr. Stark asked, taking a small step toward him.

“I- My head...”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s gonna be sore for a bit, thanks to that lovely concussion you got from falling - what was it - ten stories?” His mentor raised a brow, his lips pressed into a fine line.

Peter’s face immediately shifted to a mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and guilt. He could tell Tony knew exactly what had happened last night. Wait, had it been last night? Or the day before. Peter could quite tell how long he’d been out. It honestly felt like days.

“Karen showed me everything, Pete.” He sighed, his expression turning to concern. “How much sleep are you getting at night?”

Peter opened his mouth to protest, but the words never made it out. Instead, they were replaced with a sigh and a slight head shake. “I’m sorry...” he mumbled.

“Kid, listen,” Mr. Stark started, making his way over to Peter’s bedside. “I know I agreed to not spy on you and look through your suit recordings, but I wanted to figure out what was going on.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Karen told me you’ve been out patrolling until two in the morning sometimes. Wanna tell me why?”

Peter hesitated, a sigh sipping past his lips. “I- It’s just that- Finals are coming up and I’ve been kinda struggling with a couple of classes and I just wanted to make sure I did really good on the finals, you know? So I’ve been trying to study a lot more, which means I don’t get to patrol until later so I-“

“Take a breath, Pete,” Mr. Stark cut him off, a half amused smile on his face. “At least now I know why you’ve seemed so spaced out in the lab recently.”

“I- I wasn’t spaced out. Just... not as, uh, focused.” He gave his mentor a sheepish smile.

Mr. Stark hummed, an eyebrow slightly raised. “You don’t need to be working yourself that hard.”

“I know, I know... It’s just- I mean I’ve been trying to make sure I can do everything that I need to, and I guess I haven’t really been keeping track of time and-“ he sighed, his head slightly dropping as his fingers toyed with one another in his lap. “And I’m just trying to keep up with my responsibilities. I can’t just not be Spider-Man.” His tone turned dismal.

Somewhere in the back of Peter’s mind, he knew that he probably should’ve cut his patrols short for the time being and catch up on sleep, but he also knew that his guilt would be eating him away at the thought of Spider-Man not being there for his neck of the woods every day.

On the other hand, he should’ve known better. Getting about three or four hours of sleep at most over the past couple of weeks had definitely not been treating him well, and it only kept getting worse and worse. And now he knew the repercussions of that.

Mr. Stark was quiet for a moment, looking at Peter with a mixture of worry, yet with understanding.

“Hey,” he placed a gentle hand on Peter’s shoulder, prompting his attention. “I know I’m not exactly the poster child for proper sleep schedules, or time management for that matter... But Pete, you gotta realize that being responsible is also remembering to take care of yourself sometimes, too. Your finals are important, yeah. And being Spider-Man is, too. I get that. But you can’t keep over-working yourself and sacrificing sleep just so you can cram everything into your life at once. You’ve gotta take time for yourself, you know.”

Peter’s gaze found its way to his mentor, his head nodding a bit. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Pete.” He brushed a stray curl from Peter’s forehead. “And don’t feel like you can’t take a night off or two from being Spider-Baby if you need to.” A slight smirk formed on Mr. Stark’s features before it turned into a more genuine smile. “No more patrolling on nights you’re gonna be out past eleven, alright?”

Peter’s features formed a small smile of their own. “Fine.”

“Good.” Mr. Stark returned his smile. “Now you need to get some more actual rest, kiddo. You’ve got one nasty concussion to sleep off. Not to mention the cracked rib. And the major bruising-“

“I get it, I get it,” Peter laughed, playfully swatting a hand at him.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, kid.”

“Don’t wait up, Mr Stark.” He slightly smirked, his eyes already drifting closed. “I’ve got a lot of sleep to catch up on...”

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petersasteria · 4 years

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The Forces of Nature || Ch.6

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST || PP MASTERLIST

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After creating the list, Peter immediately went to the compound to show the list to the rest of the Avengers. They approved of the list and teased Peter about step 7.

"Oooh, Peter's getting a love life." Scott teased and wiggled his eyebrows. Peter scoffed, but his face was slightly pink from blushing.

"No, I'm not ready for spider-babies. Please graduate college first." Tony said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Anyway, as long as Queens isn't distracted by step 7, he can do it." Steve said as he gave the paper back to Peter. "Go and make us proud."

"Yes and you can't come back here until you've fulfilled step 1. Stop patrolling if necessary. We need all the information we can get: her attitude, her skills, or whatever random thing that can benefit this team." Tony said sternly as he looked Peter.

Peter nodded, "Yes, Mr. Stark. I'll do whatever I can."

For once in his life, Peter Benjamin Parker felt confident. Too confident. Starting today until he has the information he wanted, he'll be observing Y/N Y/L/N and what her deal was. It would be really easy because they have the same school. He was also glad that he could observe her after school. He was everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, after all

When he was still dating MJ, he was able to pick up her ways of observing people. At that point, he was thankful that they dated and he felt blessed. Peter didn't follow Y/N around, no. He didn't need to. They both have the same classes and they sat next to each other on each one.

"This'll be really easy." Peter whispered to himself when he went to school earlier than Y/N. He went to the classroom of his first class with Y/N and waited for her. Five minutes later, Y/N walked in wearing a simple casual outfit. She was wearing light brown pants that were slim fit and a white long sleeved polo shirt tucked in with the first two buttons unbuttoned. Her hair was up in a ponytail which was loosely curled on the tips of her hair. She had a little beige kerchief around her neck which was tied the side-tie western way. She had her classic white Keds on and that necklace she always seems to wear in whatever outfit she's wearing. Her bag was a simple white tote bag with only a few things in it. She looked cute.

"Hi, Peter." She greeted with a smile as she sat down next to Peter.

"Hi. Nice outfit." Peter complimented. She looked down at her outfit and looked at Peter shyly, "Thanks. I didn't really feel like dressing up today so, I went for a simple and cute look."

"It suits you." Peter smiled at her and winked. She blushed and turned away with a smile. Peter brought out his notebook and pen as he started observing her. He grabbed a book and started "reading".

At one point, Flash went up to Y/N to ask for some help which she gladly did. Peter thought she was only doing it so that Flash wouldn't bully her or she was only doing it because she had to and not because she wanted to.

'She'd probably roll her eyes when Flash leaves.' Peter thought to himself as he kept "reading".

To his surprise, Y/N didn't roll her eyes nor complain. In fact, she still had a smile on her face. It was as if she was glad to help Flash Thompson. Peter didn't get it at all. However, he wrote it down on his notebook to keep track.

Throughout the rest of the day, Peter noticed a lot about her. Maybe he was the only one to know or maybe others knew too, but Y/N seemed to not have any bad bones in her body. She was perfect. Too perfect and that scared Peter.

"How's Code O doing?" Ned whispered to Peter after the last class. Peter looked at him confused, "Code O?"

"Yeah! Code O."

"What the hell is Code O?"

"The 'O' stands for 'observation'; code observation = code o." Ned shrugged. "How's it going?"

"I got some of it written down. I'll have to do more, though." Peter said. "I'll try to observe her as Spider-Man so that it wouldn't be suspicious." He added quietly.

"That's a great idea, Peter!" Ned said loudly.

"What's a great idea?" MJ asked out of nowhere causing Ned and Peter to jump slightly.

"Don't do that!" Ned clutched his chest and slightly glared at her.

"But I love it." MJ laughed. "Anyway, Y/N here has something to say." She looked at Y/N and gently nudged her with her elbow. Y/N cleared her throat and looked at the boys with a smile on her face, "My birthday's coming up and Eunice told me to invite my friends. I, uh, I don't really have that much friends. I actually only have MJ, but she said that I could invite both of you. If you guys could come, that'd be really really awesome."

"Give us a time and place and we'll be there." Ned grinned. "How old will you be?"

"18." Y/N said. "I have to go now. I'll see you guys tomorrow and I'll tell more details of my birthday celebration. Bye!" They all waved her goodbye and Y/N walked away.

Peter closed his locker and said, "I have to go too. Bye guys!" He didn't give Ned and MJ the time to say goodbye because he was already running towards the exit hoping to get a glimpse of Y/N.

One thing Peter noticed after that night at Y/N's house was that he lived near her. He didn't notice it on the train and on the way there because he was busy talking to her and taking a peek at the book she was reading.

Thankfully, he was able to catch up with her and they got on the same train going home. Y/N didn't notice him, of course. Her nose was stuck in a book again and Peter was glad that it occupied her. It gave him time to really observe her. There was not much to know about her while she was reading.

When they got off the train, Peter walked a few feet behind her. It was a little far but near enough to still see her. Peter quickly turned to the alley he always changes at and began to change in his Spider-Man suit. He webbed up his backpack somewhere and quickly walked back out to the street. Y/N wasn't that far because she stopped to buy some fruits from the little shop nearby.

He quickly swung there and to make a nice entrance, he hung upside down on her left. He signaled the owner to be quiet and they did. Y/N was too busy picking out oranges and apples to see that a local, friendly neighborhood hero was hanging upside down next to her.

"I love apples." Peter said, startling Y/N. She jumped slightly and she turned to her left and smiled, "Hey, I know you!"

"Y-You do??" Peter was nervous. He was pale under the mask. 'Holy fucking shitballs. She knows who I am! She knows my identity!' was all he could think about.

"Yeah, silly! You're on the news." Y/N giggled. "Spider-Man!"

"Oh, yeah!" Peter chuckled in relief. "Yup, that's me! Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"

"Yeah." Y/N nodded with a smile. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, Spidey?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I always pass by here and I haven't seen you before. Did you just move here?" He asked.

Y/N shrugged, "Kind of? I moved here during summer. I'm in my last year of high school at Midtown."

"Midtown, huh? You must be a genius." Peter landed next to her perfectly and crossed his arms.

"Oh, no!" Y/N laughed and shook her head. "I'm not- I'm not a genius. Peter Parker is the genius, not me."

"Peter Parker?" He didn't know you thought of him that way.

"Yup! He's this really cute guy who's, like, super smart. He messes with me all the time, though. But that's okay. I forgive him every time."

"Why? Surely, he doesn't deserve that." Peter said.

"I know, but life's too short to hold grudges and not forgive. I love to give people chances." Y/N smiled sweetly at him- well, Spider-Man. "I admire you, Spidey."

"Aww, thank you!"

Y/N paid for her fruits and gave one apple for Spider-Man, "Here's one for you because you mentioned that you love apples. Think of it as a 'thank you' for all the trouble you went through just to keep everyone safe. Oh and don't listen to the Daily Bugle; you're not a menace."

Peter toyed with the apple for a bit and thanked her. Genuinely thanked her.

"I have to go now. Hopefully, I can see you around again." Y/N smiled and left. Peter stared at her as she walked away, kind of forgetting that the owner of the shop was still there.

"Don't let a girl like that walk away." The owner of the shop said. Peter looked at him and read his name tag, 'Stan'. Peter chuckled, "I don't even know if I like her. We just met, Stan."

That was a lie, but it was kind of true. Peter knew her, but Spider-Man didn't. So technically, they did just met.

Stan shrugged, "If you ask me, I think both of you were meant for each other. You look good together."

"U-Um, thanks... I guess. I'll see ya around, Stan!" He shot a web and swung to the rooftop of the shop. He ate the apple before swinging away.

"Hey Karen?"

"Hello, Peter."

"Do you know where Y/N is? You know, the girl I talked to earlier?" Peter asked, in hopes to find her.

"She's at home, Peter. Do you want the address?" Karen asked. Peter said, "No, thanks. She lives near me." He swung to her apartment and saw her bedroom window open. He could see her doing weird gymnastics stuff.

"She's flexible." Peter whispered to himself.

Observing her became Peter's routine. He didn't even notice that a month has already gone by and he already got the information he needed. As promised, he went to the compound after school with his list of observations. As usual, he was late... again.

"Next time, you'll buy donuts for the team when you're late." Tony said as he watched Peter take a seat.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark. It's just-"

"Zip it." Tony said. "Where's the list?" Peter wordlessly passed the paper to Tony and Tony read it.

Occasionally nodding, he finished reading and passed it to Steve who read it with Scott. After that, Sam and Bucky read it. Then Nat and Wanda, Thor and Bruce, and Clint and Rhodey. Peter got the paper back and waited for them to say something.

"What exactly do you mean by 'a follower, not a leader'?" Nat asked with a raised eyebrow.

Peter gulped, "Well, the teacher asked her to be the group leader in one of our classes and she declined. In fact, she said that herself. I just wrote it down." Peter wasn't lying. He could vividly remember it.

"Really?" Wanda said. Peter nodded quickly and told the story.

It was math time and Mr. Jones formed everyone into four groups. Peter was the leader of group one, Cindy was the leader of group two, and Mike was the leader of group three. Mr. Jones smiled at Y/N, "Ms. Y/L/N! Are you in group four?"

Y/N nodded and politely smiled, "Yes, sir."

"Well then, I pick you to your group's leader!" Mr. Jones said.

Y/N visibly frowned and everyone saw that, "Um, excuse me? I'm so sorry, sir. But I have to politely decline your offer. It's nothing personal. It's just that I'm really not interested in being a group leader for anything. I think that I'm better off as a follower and not a leader."

"Oh." Mr. Jones frowned too. Y/N was one of his best students. "Well, I'm kind of upset, but I respect your decision. You could just be the assistant leader."

"I'd be glad to take that position." Y/N chuckled.

"See? She said it herself." Peter said.

"What about the 'doesn't put hands on the ground' thing? That's kind of weird." Scott mentioned as the others agreed.

"I'm not really sure, but when I asked her about it, she kind of froze." Peter trailed off.

"Hey, Y/N!" Peter said during gym class. Y/N turned to him and smiled, "Hello, Peter."

"I just noticed something." Peter said coolly. Y/N motioned for him to continue. "Um, why don't you put your hands on the ground? Like, why? I'm just curious."

Y/N froze and her smile dropped. She immediately hid it, though. She let out an airy nervous chuckle and said, "Oh, that? I, uh, I-I have this thing with, um..."

"With what?" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"With dirt?" Y/N said that sounded more like a question. She grinned and said, "Yes! I-I have this thing with dirt! I don't like dirt. I could only put my hands on the ground if there's a towel or something separating my hands from the ground."

"Oh... okay." Peter eyed her suspiciously, but brushed it off.

"I have a hunch that it has something to do with her powers." Peter said. "My Spidey senses are telling me that."

"Okay, then." Clint said. "These random stuff are so nature related."

"I know right!" Rhodey nodded in agreement. "Maybe our guess is right- maybe she can control all four elements. It's not that far-fetched if you think about it."

"That's true." Steve said. "Well, let's move on to the next step!"

"What's the next step?" Tony asked and looked at Peter.

"Step two is befriending her. I don't know how to do that and how close should we even be?" Peter asked.

"Close enough for you to bring her here and to your apartment." Tony chuckled.

"My apartment?!" Peter shrieked. "Why?!?!"

"That's what friends do, right? They invite them to their home?" Tony asked with furrowed eyebrows. "What was on your mind, Peter?"

Peter blushed and shrugged, "N-Nothing. I just wanted to make sure I heard it right."

"OH MY GOD. HE WAS THINKING OF SEX." Scott gasped and laughed.

"AHH, YES!! MATING SEASON IS UPON US!!" Thor said loudly. "The young spider boy will mate with his lady friend and they shall have spider babies!"

"Thor, no." Tony said sternly. "Trust me. All of us aren't ready for that."

"My apologies." Thor said. "It's mating season in Asgard at the moment. Asgardians make cute babies."

Peter's eyes widened as he looked at everyone now talking about sex.

"I remember my first time." Scott said. Clint nodded along, "Same here. It was awkward."

"I was once a playboy, so yeah. Eat that, bitches." Tony boasted.

"Can we- Can we talk about something else?" Steve asked as he cleared his throat.

"Why? A little shy, Cap?" Sam teased. "When was your first time?"

"I prefer not to answer that." Steve said sternly. Everyone laughed except for Peter.

"Oh my god. What have I gotten myself into?" Peter asked himself.

"Because you love us, silly." Wanda said and chuckled before joining the conversation. Peter smiled to himself as he looked at everyone having a laugh and sharing their first times.

"Yeah." Peter said softly to himself. "I do."

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AO3 Stats

Thanks for the tags, @loved-the-stars-too-fondly, @justanalto, @aleksandrachaev, @eowima and @everythingirl44! Oh hey look, a list of some of my very favourite people, and authors!! ily, guys, and thanks for thinking of me 😍😍💜

I officially joined AO3 and posted my first fic on the 22nd of May 2020, and have been too actively posting since then, coming in with a total of 47 works this year, in two fandoms. (Holy shit 🤣🤣😱) And the results of said "holy shit," apparently, we shall see below!

What are your five most popular works of all time? (starting with the most kudos)

time can break your heart, have you begging please with 132 kudos, 1133 hits (Agents of SHIELD, post-7x10 Dousy hurt/comfort)

my, my, just how much I missed you with 131 kudos, 1171 hits (Spider-Man: Tom Holland Movies, ten years post-Far From Home Peter and MJ meeting again in an airport)

square with 107 kudos, 959 hits (Agents of SHIELD, post-finale Dousy fluff)

mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between with 106 kudos, 1006 hits (Spider-Man: Tom Holland Movies, Spideychelle roadtrip and bed-sharing AU)

blue with 95 kudos, 849 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Daisy character study focusing on the colour blue)

What are your five least popular works? (starting with the least kudos)

peace with 9 kudos, 40 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Staticquake relationship study)

all I want for Christmas (is you) with 9 kudos, 52 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Dekesy Christmas Musical AU)

i just wanna be with you with 9 kudos, 70 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Staticquake Modern Royalty AU)

we wish you with 12 kudos, 58 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Staticquake & Fitzsimmons New Year fluff)

all the comforts of home with 12 kudos, 79 hits (Agents of SHIELD, post-canon Mackelena domestic fluff)

Are you surprised about any of these lists?

I'm always surprised by time can break your heart's popularity, lmao, because for a long time, I even completely forgot I wrote it 🤣🤣🙈 And it was cobbled together in like one hour on my daily train ride, too!! I was convinced it was crap at the time, but... apparently not, lol! Also, I suppose it's Dousy, which was SUPER popular mid-season 7. And as for the rest of my most popular things, well... I'm just flattered :D

Regarding the less popular stuff, well, I've only written oneshots, and often for rarer pairings, too, so I was never expecting HUGE amounts of kudos. Staticquake, Mackelena and Dekesy, for example, while I like all three of those ships very much, they're not the huuuuge ones in the fandom, so, RIP. 🥺 I adore and appreciate all my regular readers much more than words can say, though 🥰💜💜

Optional, if you want to calculate it (remember that ao3 will count all the words in a multichap towards the year it is completed, regardless of how much was actually posted that year): How many words did you publish in 2020?

Wellll, in my case, AO3 absolutely cannot lie to me, since the one and only year I have actually posted fic in was our friend 2020. So my total wordcount for this crazy year: 204317. *pause to almost drop phone* I'm sorry but HOLY SHIT, I what???? Unbloodybelievable 😱😱😱 in a good way, though!

What’s a favorite fic you published this year?

arghhhhhsgkldjgksaskldjfks I agree with Kat, asking me to choose one favourite fic is like asking me to pick my favourite child! But in the end, I think I'll have to call a tie between ever after, which is the single fic that I'm proudest of, and a VERY emotional post-finale Daisy character study; and you could call me babe for the weekend, which was a gargantuan labour of love in the form of a 19k Spideychelle fake dating AU.

How do you feel like you’ve improved as a writer this year?

Well, since this is my first year of actually writing fic, there's not much I can say here... I have become a lot more confident with what I put out there as compared to when I posted my first fics, though, so that's a good thing! :D

What is something new you did writing-wise in the past year? (new fandom, pairing, setting, genre, collab, etc)

Lolll, well, technically, everything?? I'm seriously someone who thought I'd NEVER write anything creatively again after passing my English A Level, so just the fact that I posted any fic is new to me.

A little more seriously, though, I'd say... polyships? They're something I wasn't against, per se, but would also never read or write personally. Until I met @bobbimorseisbisexual and their writing, though!! My entire stance has changed thanks to Al, and I now greatly enjoy both reading and writing polyship content.

In that vein, I like to think I've become a lot more accepting with what I'll read and write, ship-wise? I used to only write a very narrow few ships that I enjoy, and not broaden out at all - but through the course of this year, as I met more and more incredible writers and friends, with an equally incredible spectrum of likes, I gradually started reading for more and more ships, including some I'd never think of myself. Now, I'm proud to say that you can persuade me to read almost anything if it's well-written and the story shows me a way for the characters to fit together (with the exceptions being abusive/non-consensual, pedophilic or otherwise morally wrong things, but that, I do believe, is just general decency.) The same goes for me and writing, nowadays - if you ask nicely enough, I'll do pretty much anything. And honestly, I'm proud of me for that.

What is something writing-related you would like to try in the future? (check back at the end of the year and see if you did it!)

Oh, gosh, I'd LOVE to do a collab someday! I think it's SUCH a cool and unique challenge to write something with someone else, and I'd very much like to try it out one day. My wife has promised me we can try one someday, though with both our jobs, no idea when it'll ever actually happen... it's definitely on the wishlist, though!!

But it's not necessarily just with Kat, I'd be thrilled to do a collab with pretty much anyone, from any of my fandoms. Ahhh, I just think it's such an awesome goal, and it's definitely one of mine for 2021!

Today’s date, so you can see how your results might change if you do this again in a year.

3 January, 2020

I have been the laziest ass this weekend which is why I'm only getting to this challenge now instead of on the 1st someone please drag me away from my Netflix but doing this was actually super fun, and cool! And insane. Yup. So insane!!! Anyway, to join me in the fun-and-cool (but hopefully not insane, lolll) I tag @ohwriteiforgot, @apathbacktoyou, @springmagpies, @nazezdha321, @maybebrilliant, @the-9muses, @fitzsimmonkeys, @besidemethewholedamntime, @libbyweasley, @infinitestarsintheskye and @bobbimorseisbisexual! 🥰💜

#tag game #ao3 stats #oh; these were SO COOL to find out and compile!!#and it'll be EPIC to come back in a year and see what's changed 😍😍#queue'll figure it out together

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My Best Friend, the Demon 2/4

Hey I'm back! I had to rewrite part of this, because a friend of mine told me that Iblis in Islamic Demonology is basically Satan, so I changed his name. Thanks for understanding! With part 2! Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE SHYAN!!!

One flight to Mexico later, the two met up with Pepe Hernandez, someone from Buzzfeed Mexico that was to help them at the Island. After the short boat ride, Ryan, Shane, and Pepe stepped foot onto the ever creepy Island of the Dolls. Ryan recounted the history of the place while Shane panned the camera around, commenting on the ape wearing sunglasses and the deranged Barbie. They explored the area as the sun set, Ryan keeping an eye out for any other ghosts wandering the place. The area was rather compact, so when Ryan didn’t see anyone, he didn’t think much of it. The only ghost that was allegedly there was the ghost of the guy who started the doll shrine.

Ryan shuddered and Shane eyed him curiously. “You alright there, Ryan?”

“Yeah,” Ryan replied, “just a bit unnerved by the spiders.” He wasn’t technically lying, he was unnerved by the spiders, he just wasn’t telling the full truth either. Pepe approached the two.

“You guys think he fucked the dolls? Can I say that?” Pepe inquired, causing both of the demons to laugh. Just then, a spider dropped down on to Pepe’s shoulder, in which he shouted, “Oh shit!”

The three booked it to the boat, attempting to avoid all the spiders on their way there. As Ryan ran, he squeaked because he got too close to a spider for comfort. Shane found it absolutely adorable. The ray of sunshine is terrified of spiders, but he had to worry about almost being decapitated by the strings the dolls were hanging from. Sometimes he really hated his height.

The three hosts, along with the rest of the crew, got back on the little boat and headed back to the dock to call it a night and fly to Atchison, Kansas to film at the Sallie house the day after next. Shane and Ryan thanked Pepe for joining them and the crew headed to the airport. Neither of the two hosts were tired, as the two didn’t really need sleep, but they both pretended to sleep anyway.

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The duo walked up to the front door of the alleged demon house and Ryan was on the brink of a panic attack. Shane, however, was enjoying messing around and walked up to the front wall, taking a selfie. “What up, I’m taking a selfie with some demons yo!” Shane drew out the “yo”.

Ryan deadpanned as his friend, looking like he might kill him. If only Shane knew the real demon was right next to him. Ryan wanted to shake him by the shoulders and show him the world he could see. Letting him know that everyone he was messing with was real. He tried not to blow a fuse.

Much to Ryan’s obliviousness, Shane was laughing really hard at the fact that he was the demon in the selfie. He spared a glance at his partner, who looked about ready to kill a man, and rolled his eyes. He wanted to tell Ryan about the fact he was a demon, but he wasn’t about to risk both his secret and his friendship with the sunshine boy. This was the one human Shane wasn’t going to purposefully push away.

Ryan opened the door to the house and stepped in. He knew the moment he passed through the threshold that they weren’t the only ones here. The demon lurking in this home was allegedly in the basement, but the two weren’t going down there until the psychic arrived. Waiting for the psychic, his name was Eric, the two hung out in the living room. “Do you know how much a place like this would cost in California? An arm and a leg!” Shane mentioned, surveying the immediate building. Ryan just sighed as Eric approached the door.

They explored the upstairs nursery, nothing happened, and went down to the kitchen. Eric placed a flashlight on the counter and asked, “If you like the guys staying here, turn the light on.” The light stayed off, so Shane started calling out to it in a funny voice as Ryan looked on in horror. Shane then walked over to the light, much to Ryan’s dismay and that’s when Ryan saw the figure in the shadows. “If you don’t like us, turn it on.” The light turned on. Ryan screamed.

Ryan wasn’t scared of the light turning on, but of what turned it on. There, standing in the shadows, was a demon, higher up on the caste system than Ryan was. Ryan had a spade tail, and this demon had a diamond. The demon was more powerful than Ryan was, meaning that he couldn’t protect Shane or the others from him. The demon smiled. Ryan’s eyes went black for a moment before shifting back to their normal brown. Shane and Eric continued to ask the demon questions as Ryan continued staring and screaming in fear.

Shane, on the other hand, was well aware of the other demon in the room. He laughed, making it seem like he was laughing at the flashlight. He knew the demon was weaker than him. All demons were. There was no tail shape higher up than he was, as he was next in line as supreme ruler of hell. The lightning-tailed demon kept laughing, confusing the diamond-tailed one. He sent a warning look it’s way when he went and stood behind Ryan. The demon didn’t seem to get the memo, so Shane made a mental note to talk to him on his own at some point before they tried to sleep.

They eventually moved to the basement, Shane got to lie on a pentagram, Ryan freaked out some more, and then the two were left to their own devices for the night to sleep in the living room. Ryan mostly stayed on the computer doing whatever to distract himself from the certain doom that awaited the two that night. Shane found this as his opportunity to go threaten the lower-class demon into submission.

Shane snuck away to the basement where this demon was likely hiding, as that’s where all the wiring was. He found him in his hole in the wall of the basement. The other demon spoke first. “Well, if it isn’t the demon who isn’t scared of a higher rank.” Shane scoffed.

“There’s no higher rank than me, so bow down, bitch.”

The diamond-tailed demon didn’t look convinced. “The only rank higher than me is lightning and there’s no way in hell you’re Satan.”

Shane just laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. The laughter became lower and reverberated throughout the room as he slowly changed into his true form. His skin changed to an ashen gray, his horns akin to that of a viking helmet, large black and red wings curled loosely around his shoulders, and his eyes turning a swirling storm of black and warm tones of red, orange, and yellow, looking as if there were a fire in his eyes. His tail was a fine black line, just like every other demon’s, except his had a lightning bolt at the end of it, instead of a diamond, like the one in front of him, a spade, like Ryan’s, or a crescent.

“You’re right. I’m not Satan,” when Shane spoke, his voice was two octaves deeper than before. “I’m his son.”

The demon’s eyes widened at the sight, and he immediately knelt down. “I’m sorry, Silver. I didn’t know.” Shane, or Silver, cast a condescending look down at the pathetic sight in front of him.

“Stand,” Silver commanded. The demon stood. “State your name.”

“Carnivale,” The demon, Carnivale, stated, not looking Silver in the eye. Silver growled at him.

“I’ll leave you alone on one condition.” Iblis nodded, slightly too enthusiastically, at the notion of getting out of being punished. Silver grabbed Carnivale’s chin, forcing him to look Silver in the eye as he spoke. “You are to leave me and my human companion, Ryan, alone for the rest of time. He’s already scared shitless because of you. If you don’t, I will wrap you up in a little ribbon and deliver you to Satan, personally.”

Carnivale’s eyes widened slightly, curious as how the Prince didn’t know about how his friend wasn’t human at all, but agreed. Silver let go of the demon, reverting back to his human form. Carnivale slunk back to his hole as Shane ascended the staircase to the main level.

Ryan was still on the computer, completely oblivious to the fact that Shane had even left, until Shane cleared his throat.

“We should probably go to bed, it’s getting late,” Shane told him.

“Yeah, we probably should,” Ryan stated, and the two headed to sleep.

At three in the morning, Ryan was so scared of not being able to protect anyone that he couldn’t take it and made Shane leave, much to Iblis’ delight. Shane chalked it up to just being scared of a “possible” demon presence.

Ask if you wanna be tagged for part 3!

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