#lily's corner: peter parker

[cherienymphe]

Basic Training (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, MURDER, violence, minor character deaths, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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You browsed the shelves with a deep frown, the sounds of your friends’ laughter in your ears as they searched for their favorite snacks too. You guys were halfway to Florida, the excitement in the air contagious as you embarked on the road trip that had been in the works for almost a year. You could hear Wanda telling you to hurry up, something about making the process rocket science.

“Sorry,” you dragged out, joining her at the counter. “…but I think what snacks you choose for an hours long car ride is pretty important.”

“We’re literally going to eat right after this,” a familiar voice said from over your shoulder as MJ pulled up beside you. “…and shopping too.”

She grumbled that last part, and Wanda chuckled.

“The whole point of this trip is to have fun,” the redhead reminded her.

“In some small rinky dink backwoods town?” Michelle murmured. “They don’t even have a mall.”

The man working the counter gave her a look at that, and you nudged her with a look of your own. You definitely had similar thoughts of your own when Pietro stopped here, Wanda’s brother voicing his desire for something to eat. It certainly wouldn’t be your first choice, but it had its charm you could admit. Everyone seemed nice so far, and you were quick to scold Michelle when you made your way out of the gas station.

“Don’t be so snobby,” you told her. “Besides, we’ll be leaving in a few hours anyway.”

“Finally,” you heard Pietro groan as the three of you approached the car. “I was about to leave you.”

Wanda lightly pushed his head as she slid into the passenger seat, you and Michelle settling into the back. Driving from Maine to Washington to Florida sounded like an insane thing to do when it was first suggested, but the more you and Wanda had laughed about it, the less funny it became. Michelle pretended to need her arm twisted into going, but it was obvious that she was into it. Once Pietro offered to be the main driver, the plans were set.

“I was googling restaurants here while you three were taking your sweet time,” he said, pulling onto the road.

You watched Wanda snatch his phone, scrolling through what he’d pulled up.

“We should see the Statue of Athena when we get to Tennessee,” Michelle suggested, looking out of the window.

Pietro mumbled something unintelligible, but Wanda voiced her agreement. You were mostly quiet on the way to the restaurant, but it wasn’t a long drive. Michelle was right when she said the town was small, and the restaurant that was decided on took no time to get to.

It was a quaint place, nothing too extraordinary or even huge. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot, and the only notable vehicles were two police cars near the building. Wanda and Pietro were going back and forth about what the restaurant may or may not serve while Michelle slid some shades onto her eyes to block out the sun.

There was a bell above the door that rang when it opened, and you looked around the establishment as Wanda talked to one of the waitresses. As the woman led the four of you to a table, your gaze passed over four cops seated in the corner of the restaurant. You didn’t know if they were on break or officially done for the day, but if their table was anything to go by, they’d been eating here for a while.

When the waitress came back with menus and glasses of water, you asked her if there was a bathroom.

“Oh, sure, honey,” she sweetly told you, pointing towards a hallway over her shoulder. “Just through there.”

“Why didn’t you go at the gas station?” Wanda wondered as you stood.

“…because it was probably ten times more disgusting than this one could be.”

You told Michelle what you wanted to order just in case you weren’t back by the time the waitress returned to get orders. You hurried into the hallway, finding the bathroom with ease. There was only one, and you were relieved when your knock on the door was met with silence. Like you predicted, this bathroom was cleaner than you expected the one at the gas station to be.

You’d drank a lot of water since the last stop, and you didn’t even try to hold in your sigh of relief as you peed. Just as you were pulling your pants up, you heard a knock on the door, and you hurried to button them and wash your hands.

“I’ll be out in a second,” you called.

With one last look in the mirror, noting that car ride sleep was doing more wonders than sleeping in your own bed, you opened the door.

You were startled by the sight of one of the cops you’d seen earlier. You blinked at the sight of him, noting how boyish he looked up close. He seemed just as taken aback by you, although why, you didn’t know. You had the stray thought of wondering if he was even old enough to be a cop, and you shook it away. You knew guys from back who started making moves to be one the second they turned eighteen.

“Sorry,” you apologized for almost running into him. “It’s all yours.”

You sent him a polite smile, the smile dropping some when he didn’t really…move. A few seconds passed of him just looking at you, and after some time, he finally blinked himself, shaking his head. You noticed some strands of his dark hair move with the action.

“Sorry.”

Now, it was his turn to apologize.

“I shouldn’t have been standing that close,” he said, finally moving out of your way so you could walk out. “Enjoy your food.”

You sent him another polite smile at that, returning to the table. Pietro told you that they’d ordered when you sat back down, Michelle confirming that she’d ordered for you. When you made yourself comfortable in your seat, you glanced around again, your gaze catching an unfamiliar blue one. It was one of the cops at the table, a blond man with an intimidating build, and you quickly looked away.

“I kind of don’t want to skip North Carolina,” Wanda said, and both MJ and Pietro sighed.

You chuckled, already knowing why she wanted to go there.

“Outer Banks is just so far out of the way, Wanda,” you told her.

“Yes, but it’s a road trip,” she quietly whined. “The whole point is to see things and have fun. Besides, it’s not like we have a set date on when this is supposed to come to an end. It can end whenever we want, right?”

None of you had an argument for that, and she smiled, almost triumphantly.

“Okay, don’t get ahead of yourself. We all still have to agree,” Michelle said, but she couldn’t fight back her small smile.

“…but I’m driving,” the only man of the bunch spoke up, and Wanda flicked his arm.

“There are three of us and one of you. Hush before we put you in the trunk,” Wanda teased.

The waitress brought your food over before another word could get in, and you glanced up to thank her. As you did, your eyes passed over that same cop from earlier, the one you’d ran into outside of the bathroom. Your gazes briefly connected, and you had an odd reaction to it, a shudder traveling down your spine.

You frowned a bit as you gave your attention to your food. It wasn’t that weird, you guessed. It was a small restaurant after all, and aside from them and your friends, there were only about three other people in the building. It was probably your own bias to be honest. Men in positions of authority never bode well with you, and policemen were at the top of the list for a multitude of reasons.

You guys discussed the rest of your trip over your lunch, making a list of things you wanted to see. Pietro huffed at every third suggestion. When there came a point where you could feel yourself getting full, you peered around for the waitress. With no sign of her, you decided to just go to the counter and ask for some takeout boxes. What you presumed was the owner nodded at you.

“Yeah, give me one moment…”

When he walked away, you pulled out your phone to see if there actually was any place decent in town to shop at. Worst case scenario, you guys would wind up at a Walmart or something. Google was just pulling up some results when you felt a shift in the air, a shift at your side. You glanced over and was shocked to see that same cop from before next to you.

You didn’t acknowledge it outside of that, facing forward again just as he spoke.

“Hey, Nick! Bring some out for us too,” he called.

Your attention was drawn to your fingers on the counter, tapping them and drawing circles into the wood. You could feel the heat of a gaze on your face, and you thought that maybe you were imagining it until the man next to you spoke up.

“Are you and your friends new in town?”

You were startled by the question, by the act of him talking to you, and you looked at him just as he spoke again.

“…or just passing through?”

There was a small smile on his lips as he said that, the corners curving upwards ever so slightly.

“Just passing through,” you finally answered. “Road trip.”

He hummed with a nod, gaze passing over you.

“My buddies and I went on a small road trip a few years back. It was pretty fun.”

You gave a tight lipped chuckle at that, looking towards the kitchen and wondering what was taking the owner so long. You both felt and heard the cop move closer, and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye just as he spoke again.

“Our town isn’t much, but there’s a few nice shops and boutiques around here,” he said, making you look at him in wonder.

“Oh?’

“Yeah,” he said, pulling out a pen and paper. “I’d hate for you to leave here with a bad impression.”

He chuckled, and you eventually joined in.

“We need you to come back. How else will we make any money?”

“Right,” you lightly said with a smile.

You took the list from him with a thanks, and he held it for a few seconds longer than necessary before finally letting go. You folded it up as he introduced himself.

“Peter,” he said, holding out his hand.

You hesitated, eyeing the appendage for some reason.

Peter seemed nice enough, maybe overly so, but again. That was probably just your own bias. Besides, even if he was a little strange to you, you would never see him again. You guys would be leaving in a few hours and heading further south. On the off chance that you did ever come back to visit, the chances of running into this same cop were low.

You gently shook his hand, introducing yourself too.

The owner finally returned then, bringing a bunch of carryout boxes with extra to keep at the counter. You took a few, thanking him and leaving the man Peter without another word. Your friends were in a discussion about Pietro’s ex-girlfriend when you returned. You told them about a list of shops in town as they packed up their food.

“That cop told me,” you told Wanda once she asked, walking outside. “The youngest one.”

You didn’t think of him again once you were in the car and driving down the street. Wanda was happy with the suggestions, finding at least two things at every shop. You and Michelle stopped for ice cream while Wanda went into some mom-and-pop pharmacy. Pietro was by the car and on his phone. While Michelle complimented the chocolate mint she got, you glanced up and caught sight of a cop car slowly passing by.

You only gave it a second glance when you recognized the cop in the passenger seat as the same blond from the restaurant. You frowned a bit, Michelle’s words fading to the background. You reminded yourself that it was a small town, and while the police department back home had hundreds of cops, the one here maybe had a total of fifteen. It was probably normal here to see the same cop several times in the same day.

You and Michelle met Wanda back in the car, Pietro telling you guys to get a move on. You were texting your mom, telling her you guys were on the road again as Pietro started the car. You loved her, but she worried too much, and while you didn’t mind placating her and keeping her up to date on where you were, it still made you roll your eyes.

After eating and walking around for a bit, you could feel yourself getting sleepy. It was to be expected. All of that combined with the smooth drive was really doing you in. Wanda and Michelle’s conversation became nothing more than a soft hum, and you were drifting more and more, but you knew Pietro hadn’t been driving long when you felt him starting to slow down.

You didn’t think a thing of it at first, not until you heard him curse anyway.

“What’s wrong?” Michelle wondered.

“The engine is cutting out,” you heard him say. “There’s…the gas. It’s gone.”

You opened your eyes at that, peeling them open just as the car came to a complete stop on the side of the road. You blinked, rubbing them and sitting up.

“What?” you heard Wanda say.

“Didn’t you just get gas?” you wondered.

“Yeah,” Pietro scoffed. “What the hell…?”

He tried to start the car a few more times with no luck, and only then was that when you started to get worried. When the twins got out of the car, you followed with a frown. Michelle poked her head out of the window as Pietro popped the hood.

“We had a full tank and then suddenly it just dropped,” he said from under the hood. “It has to be the fuel line…”

Wanda leaned against the car, and you pulled out your phone. You started texting your mom, and after a while of it not going through, you realized you must be on a bad stretch of road. You were holding your phone high as Pietro tried to figure out what was going on with the car. Wanda was trying to make a call too, and you’d just dropped your arm in frustration when the sound of a car reached your ears.

“Someone’s coming. Maybe we can get them to call someone or bring us some gas,” you suggested.

As the car appeared at the top of the hill, you realized it was a cop car. You weren’t sure if you should feel relieved about that, and you sank your teeth into your lip. Without even needing to flag them down, it started to slow, and you moved closer to the rental as it stopped right behind it.

You didn’t really know how to feel when a familiar face rose out of the passenger seat.

It was the same cop from the restaurant.

Peter.

The one who rose out of the driver’s seat was at the restaurant too. You remembered him, skin dark and hair cut low, and you wrung your hands together, frown deepening. You wondered how many coincidences became weird, became something that was no longer a coincidence.

“Hey,” Peter waved to you, that friendly smile on his pink lips.

You could feel your friends’ eyes on you, and you sent the cop a tight smile.

“Hi,” you nervously breathed.

“Car trouble?” he wondered, moving closer.

His partner lingered by the cop car…watching. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling weird all of a sudden, and you glanced over your shoulder. Pietro was peering from around the hood, and Michelle had gotten out of the car, now.

“Yeah,” you finally answered. “We think it’s the engine or…something. One minute we had a near full tank of gas and then nothing.”

You shrugged as he neared the front of the car, peering under the hood. You glanced back at the other cop nervously, unable to help feeling like something was off. Peter didn’t remain under the hood for long, straightening and sending a nod to his partner. You heard the other man speak into his radio, and Wanda spoke up.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re just going to give you guys a ride back to town,” Peter said, and that didn’t relieve you.

“What about the car?” Michelle wondered.

“We’ll get someone to come and get and take it to a shop,” the other cop finally spoke up.

All four of you looked at each other. You still didn’t know what exactly was wrong with it, so it made sense to have it looked at, but this was definitely putting a dent in your plans. Not to mention how off this all still felt to you.

“There’s four of us,” you commented. “Honestly, if you could just call for a tow…”

“Well, that’s why I called for backup. That way we can give everyone a ride,” the other cop replied.

You looked to your friends, trying to gage how they felt about this. This just didn’t feel right to you, but you guys were stuck practically in the middle of nowhere with no gas and a faulty car with unknown reasons as to why. You didn’t want to be the one to disagree if everyone else was okay with it, but Wanda spoke before you could.

“Actually, I think we’ll just keep trying to call a tow.”

You could see another cop car coming over the hill, now, and you moved closer to Michelle. Peter, the only cop whose name you knew, was near you again, and he sent you what was meant to be a comforting smile, you were sure.

“It’s no trouble. Just let us drive you back to town and-.”

“Thanks, but we’re just going to decline,” you told him. “That’s nice of you though…”

You made to get back in the car when Peter stopped you. You were startled by the feel of his hand on your wrist, looking at him with wide eyes, and Pietro’s voice reached your ears.

“Hey,” he called, nearing you both. “We appreciate the offer, but we’d rather just call a tow truck, alright?”

He grabbed Peter’s arm, the action drawing his attention to Pietro, and you used the opportunity to stumble away. Peter looked at your friend with a gaze in his eye you couldn’t name, but it unnerved you, cementing that odd feeling you’d felt since they’d arrived. Peter didn’t look so boyish, now, so…nice. His dark eyes studied Pietro’s hand on him, and the other cop car had slowed to a stop, now.

“I could arrest you on assaulting an officer,” he quietly said, and your heart skipped a beat.

“You grabbed our friend first,” Michelle argued, the concern that you’d been feeling all along now reflected on her face.

“Pietro,” you said, reaching for him and trying to get him to back up.

He did, but you had a feeling that the offense was already done.

“He shouldn’t touch you like that,” he spat, and Wanda was now standing with you three.

You didn’t like the way Peter was looking at Wanda’s brother, and you looked over as the other officers got out of their car too. Your lips parted, chest clenching painfully as your eyes landed on that same blond-haired, blue-eyed cop from the restaurant. The brunette at his side had been there too, and you sharply inhaled.

Something was very wrong.

The blond was quickly approaching, speaking to Peter as if the four of you weren’t even there.

“What’s the problem?”

Peter spoke before any of you could.

“Car trouble. We tried to offer them a ride back to town, but their friend here thought it was okay to assault an officer.”

The way Peter spoke to the blond, it made it clear who was the higher up of the two, and you scoffed at the words leaving his mouth.

“That’s not true. You grabbed her and Pietro-.”

“Pietro, is it?” the blond cut Wanda off, approaching her brother. “You have the right to remain silent...”

“Wait,” Wanda cried. “This is insane, he barely touched him. Your buddy-.”

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney.”

You blinked in disbelief, unable to understand how some simple car trouble had escalated into Pietro getting arrested. While Wanda was trying to argue with the cop currently putting Pietro in handcuffs, you didn’t notice Peter moving closer to you until his hand was on your arm.

“We’ll drive the rest of you back to town…”

“No!” you pulled against his hand, shocked when he didn’t let go. “I don’t want to go anywhere. You can’t arrest him, he didn’t do anything!”

Panic filled you when Peter appeared to be stronger than he looked, practically dragging you away, and Michelle called out. It had gotten Wanda’s attention too, and they both ran over.

“Let go of her,” Michelle cried.

In all the commotion, you didn’t realize the other two cops had come over too. There was too much going on, and in the chaos, you found yourself tripping over your feet and out of Peter’s grip. Your chin knocked against the pavement, and you winced. You pushed yourself to your hands and knees, glancing up just in time to see that blond cop reach for his gun.

Your lips parted at the sight of Pietro pushing against him, unaware of what was about to happen.

You screamed his name just as the sound of the gunshot rang through the air, and you felt your skin grow cold at the sight of your best friend’s brother going…limp. Blood had never bothered you before, but in this context, it was the worst thing you’d ever seen. Wanda’s scream brought tears to your eyes, and you heard Peter curse.

“What the hell, Steve?” one of the other cops said, and their cavalier attitude about it had you stumbling to your feet.

The blond cop, Steve, finally spoke up.

“It was going to happen now or later, right?”

You looked at him, horrified, and you mindlessly reached for Michelle’s hand, but she batted it away. You looked at her, meeting her dark eyes as she seemed to have come to some conclusion you hadn’t yet. She looked disturbed, and she wouldn’t take her eyes off of you.

“Run,” she whispered.

Obviously, you guys were going to run, but her hand was pushing on your arm, pushing you away. Wanda was a screaming and crying mess, detained by the brunette who’d come with Steve, and more than you wanted to run, you wanted to hold her. What had just happened didn’t quite feel real, and you had a hard time convincing yourself that this wasn’t some awful nightmare you’d conjured up while falling asleep in the car.

Pietro was dead…and your eyes studied the way his blood crawled away from him. It made your stomach turn, and Steve’s next words took what little breath you had left.

“Peter…are you taking her or not?”

He sounded irritated, frustrated, and you slowly looked from him to Peter. His eyes met yours, and you took a step back as several things happened at once, too fast for you to comprehend, but just slow enough for you to witness.

The other cop, the brunette with hair that brushed his chin, took out his gun, and suddenly Wanda was just as dead as her brother. Steve was grabbing Pietro like he was nothing, the fourth cop was reaching for Michelle, and Peter was taking a step towards you. You didn’t even have time to react to it, Michelle grabbing your hand and taking off.

You couldn’t quite register that you were running, feet moving so fast and clumsily that it was a wonder you didn’t fall. Grass and twigs were scratching at your ankles and branches were snagging on your clothes. Witnessing the death of two of your friends wasn’t something you were able to process, too in disbelief, too in denial.

Michelle’s hand was tight in yours, and then it wasn’t.

You stumbled to a stop as she collapsed, your wide eyes falling to her frame. She was gasping and clutching her chest, a horrifying gurgling sound leaving her lips. Blood was soaking her shirt in a terrifying capacity, and when you fell to her knees beside her, her bloody hand pushed at you. Against your better judgement, you pressed your hand against her chest, but you knew it wouldn’t do any good.

Every cough coated her lips in more red, and you could hear the hurried footsteps approaching.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and even though Michelle couldn’t speak, her dying action was to harshly shove you away. You glanced between her and the approaching cops, and feeling like your body was working on autopilot, you struggled to stand. It took you too long to take your eyes off of her, breaking out into a confused run.

You didn’t want to die, and you didn’t know why this was happening.

Michelle’s blood was on you, all of your friends were dead, and you were being chased through the woods by cops you had never even seen before today. Your vision blurred from your tears, and you felt like you weren’t getting air fast enough. You couldn’t hear anything else outside of your breathing, ears deaf to all other sounds.

You had never been particularly athletic, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins had your legs pushing farther than they ever had. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything beyond the sight of your dead friends, fear tightening your chest at the thought of ending up just like them. You thought you were running fast enough, but maybe it was silly to think you could outrun a cop who’d trained for things like this.

You hit the ground hard.

Truthfully, you didn’t even understand why you’d fallen at first. You’d just started flailing and screaming, and in the commotion, sometimes your hands or feet would connect with something. Or better yet, someone. Your nails broke skin, and you couldn’t tell what blood was MJ’s and what blood was…Peter’s.

“Hey, hey,” he gently said, trying to shush you, pressing his body against yours and trying to get his hand over your mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You didn’t believe him. Why would you believe him? You couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t swallow down the heavy sobs that kept climbing out of your throat. Every swipe of your hand got more of Michelle’s blood on his face, and the visual made your stomach churn. You were pushing your arm against his throat as he reached down, and so sure that you were going to die, you were shocked by the feeling of being shocked.

The taser made you jerk, halting your movements long enough to allow Peter to grab your arms. Your body was still shaking some when he turned you on your stomach, and you squeezed your eyes shut, your breath moving dirt. You couldn’t stop crying even if you tried, and you wailed at both the feel and the sound of the handcuffs clicking into place.

“Sam,” you heard him call, his breathing just as heavy as yours.

Peter was sitting on your lower back, knees pressed into the dirt on either side of your waist. You felt him pull the back of your shirt down, a pinch making you wince, and you didn’t miss the way the hand that held your head down was massaging your scalp with its fingers. It was almost soothing, or maybe that was just from whatever was in the syringe.

Your body felt weighed down by more than just the grown man holding you down, and when he moved, starting to lift you, you confirmed that. You stumbled, vision tilting and spinning, and Peter leaned you against him. You could feel his arms holding you as your knees buckled, and you blinked up at him, your breathing shaky. The corners of your vision were going dark, and a few more tears escaped.

“I don’t want to die,” you heard yourself whisper.

You could make out his frown, the way his dark eyes ran over you. You shuddered at the feel of his fingers on your cheek, brushing a tear away, and you swallowed when he shook his head.

“You’re not going to.”

The stench of blood was the last thing any of your senses registered.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #dark!peter parker #dark!peter Parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #marvel #marvel fic #cop!au

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Yuu with the Disney Princes

I always talk about how Yuu is considered an honorary Disney Princess and how they invite her to their princess get-togethers since she’s one of them but I just love the dynamic Yuu has with the princes (mainly because right now I have a Disney prince brainrot, where I’m constantly remembering how much I love them) where all of them are her very loving, protective, chaotic older brother figures.

Their entire relationship is just:

Yuu: *gets a paper cut*

Princes: HASN’T SHE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH?!?!

Also that Modern Family scene where Lily gets locked in the car and Mitch is calmly trying to figure out how to help her whilst Cam is ready to break her out by slamming a metal bin onto the window whilst screaming. Yeah, 50% are the calm, gentle mentor-like older brothers who will always be there to guide Yuu and the rest are the chaotic brothers who see a possible threat near Yuu and it’s act first think second.

Eugene, Aladdin and Naveen are planning a heist with Naveen as the getaway driver and Aladdin and Naveen breaking into a heavily guarded place just for the fun of it. Like, they would literally just break into a museum just to steal the guard’s pen or something. They’re chaotic like that. They remind Yuu of Ace and Deuce and so she’s helping them. Not with the actual thievery but with the strategies like how Ned is Peter Parker’s ‘guy in the chair’

Yuu: But won’t you get in trouble?

Aladdin: Trouble? Ha! You’re only in trouble if you get caught.

Eugene: Exactly! *fingerguns*

Naveen: *Already in the driver’s seat* Guys, can we go soon? I want to get milkshakes on the way back.

They have literally broken into a zoo and park just to cheer her up

Phillip (the first man I ever fancied), Eric, Charming/Henry and Hercules teach her sword fighting. Like, yeah, they know that Mulan and Merida are overseeing her self-defense training but there’s no harm in some extra teachers. Princes Phillip and Charming have been sparing partners and best friends for years so they work wonderfully together. Of course, one simple sword fighting lesson ends up as a fight to the death with the princes and Yuu rallying around and cheering for a victor.

Speaking of fighting, sometimes Aladdin and Hercules reignite their rivalry from Hercules and the Arabian Nights (even though they are literally best friends) and start smack talking each other (half of the time it’s because of the Kalimyuu vs Idiayuu ship war). The other princes are watching with rapt interest and Yuu doesn’t know if she should break them up or join them.

Yuu loves hearing about all of their adventures - especially when they get all grand and epic with their narrations.

The Aladdin series was my favourite Disney animated movie tv show so I’d imagine that after his adventures, he’d bring back a trophy to show Yuu. Yuu very much dislikes Mozenrath and Abysmal. She and Abu are cool. Abu is protective of her the same way Aladdin is and he’s more than happy to prank anyone that wrongs her. She covers for him when she knows he’s off causing trouble and always has a snack on hand to give him.

RACES! Horseback/reindeerback/carpet/chariot/pegasus/foot races happen all the time and Yuu referees.

Hercules insists that Yuu rides on Pegasus 

This always leads to an argument with Aladdin on whether or not magic carpets or flying horses/chariots are better. And no, this has nothing to do with the fact that Kalim owns a magic carpet and the Shroud brothers have a chariot

Hercules and Shang try to get Yuu more interested in training/working out. Whether or not she’ll join them is up to you.

There’s always going to be chaos when the princes meet up and the only ones keeping to themselves in the corner is Beast/Adam with a book and Simba who’s just sitting there and judging everyone.

As a bookworm myself, I would totally start a book club with Disney characters like Belle and Rapunzel (and maybe Ratigan) and Adam is definitely a member of said book club. 

Simba and Yuu are cute. He can tell that she’s a genuinely nice person and his protective instincts flare when she’s around. He’s definitely a teasing, cheeky sort of older brother who likes to harmlessly poke fun but he’s one of the first to act if Yuu’s in any danger. He definitely melts whenever Yuu and Kiara play together. (He also loves watching Yuu interact with Cheka. It warms him)

By the way, Zazu and Cogsworth are in the background just sitting next to each other in silent solidarity. They get each other.

I’ve read headcanons that they all like to play DnD together and I love that and would expand more but I have no idea how DnD works so I’m just going to put it here.

This bullet point is going to be a bit of a rant/vent so feel free to skip it. I see a lot of Prince Florian hate/slander and whilst I understand it (he has no personality, he’s only in the movie for like five minutes and he kisses a sleeping girl) I can never get on that band wagon. I can go on about how I feel about him and how I think the hatred towards him is unfair but this is a wholesome post about Yuu bonding with Disney characters so I’ll keep it as short and sweet as possible.

I don’t think Florian is supposed to be a character. I feel like he’s less of a person and more of a symbol of Snow White’s freedom and happily ever after. Like Cinderella’s Prince Charming, he literally only exists to give Snow White a happy ending after living as a maid under her stepmother who literally tried to kill her. Snow wishes for her true love to find her and say nice things to her and he just appears and serenades her. She wants a happily ever after with a with quote ‘the one I (she) love(s)’ unquote and she gets it. See, this isn’t a logical movie, it’s an emotional one. You aren’t supposed to think, you’re supposed to feel. There’s no deep message and no one goes through a character arc (except for maybe Grumpy). Every single scene is just supposed bring about an emotion: fear when you enter the forest, anticipation when the dwarves find out about the queen, sadness at Snow White’s funeral, happiness when she wakes up, etc. You aren’t supposed to question anything, you just take the fairytale at face value. And at face value, Snow White’s romance with Florian is very poetic with the flowers and the doves and it just screams young, innocent love

Yeah, they could’ve fleshed him out or given him a backstory but Snow White wasn’t just Disney’s first animated movie but also the world’s first feature length coloured animated film. Walt Disney knew that it was a huge risk to make it and the film industry weren’t just skeptical, they thought that he was going to fail. The company had to make do with what they had and they were on the brink of bankruptcy - Walt himself had some serious financial trouble during the film’s production. There were scenes that they wanted to add (like a scene where Snow White teaches the dwarves how to drink soup or the dwarves wanting to make her a more comfortable bed) but had to cut down. He was also really hard to animate so other scenes they wanted to make with him (like where the queen traps him in his dungeon and Snow’s animal friends rescue him so that he can save her) weren’t actually possible. That’s why Phillip is much more of an action hero compared to Florian - the animators had gotten better at animating heroic male characters.

Also, it’s kind of implied that like Cinderella, since she was treated like a servant and dressed in rags, she never would have been able to see the outside world. Queen Grimhilde orders a huntsman to kill her and rip out her heart after watching one guy fall in love with her (and yeah, the mirror also said that she was fairer but her anger visibly flares at watching Florian and Snow’s exchange she already felt threatened by Snow which is why she wears ugly clothes and does the cleaning), there’s no way she would’ve allowed her outside the castle where more people could see her beauty.

Yeah, no one should kiss an unconscious person without their consent but it’s literally not Florian’s fault that the actual source material of Snow White has true love’s kiss as the way to wake Snow up. To take away ‘true love’s kiss’ is like taking away the huntsman or the apple - the story just won’t be the same. And sure, Disney has a habit of changing stories *coughs*TheLittleMermaid*coughs*BeautyandtheBeast*coughs*TheFrogPrince* to make them more family friendly/entertaining (because what little girl in the 1950s would want to see Lady Tremaine mutilate her daughters by chopping their toes/heels off?) but Walt loved Snow White and since this was his first feature length film so why change a simple, well-known, harmless classic? I mean Disney was already changing the original story by getting rid of the Queen’s other two murder attempts before the apple (I don’t really know why but I think it was to make her seem less stupid). And now I’ve realised I’ve written too much so I’m going to stop now.

(Also where did this whole age gap thing come from? I don’t know where the rumours about Florian being in his thirties come from but the official book ‘The Art of Walt Disney’ states that the animators intended for him to be 18. And I don’t know for sure if Snow is actually officially 14 but interviews have said that she’s a teenager so 13/14 would be the youngest possible age she could possibly be)

tldr: I’m tired of seeing Prince Florian hate/slander. Snow White is my favourite Disney Princess so I’m giving her a happily ever after with a very loving husband because she deserves it. Disney may not have given him a personality but I will

So Prince Florian is a hopeless romantic, much like his wife. Think love letters and poetry and horseback rides and bouquets of flowers. He likes singing so I peg him as a musician that enjoys writing love songs for Snow. He carries around a little dagger so I’m going to assume he’s into crafts like whittling.

Eric teaches Yuu everything he knows about sailing. 

Max, Abu, Sven, Samson, Pegasus and all of the other animal companions like to hang around with Yuu. Yuu loves to shower them in affection that they are more than happy to soak in.

No one tell Prince Phillip but Yuu sneaks Samson extra carrots even after Phillip forbade them

Kuzco doesn’t usually go to the Prince meet ups since he prefers to hang out with the princesses but he does appear if he hears Yuu is coming.

All he does is sit there and look pretty but he’s an icon and we are here for that.

Prank wars. Prank wars all the time. Yuu is never a target since she’s always neutral and no amount of bribes will cause her to pick a side. She will cover for anyone who asks (she’s not very good at covering though)

They do treat her like a young child at times though but she knows they all mean well.

Every hour, they take a break from what they’re doing to spend at least two hours sitting in a circle, bragging about how awesome their wives are and how much they love them. Not that they don’t spend every single second of the day praising their wives. It’s just that they are addicted to ‘I love my wife juice’ so they make sure to take a juice break. To stay healthy.

That’s all I got for now

#house of mouse au #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #fem yuu

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julian's masterlist !

Chris Evans

❁ Making Magic

Y/N is an equestrian, and has been for years. Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are her mentors and father figures. It's Y/N's first horse show-what could go wrong? Or, in her case, what could go right?

❁ It'll Be Okay

You just started a new job and have started getting bad migraines. Chris just wants to be there for his daughter.

❁ A Fresh Start

Y/N is finally moving out of her childhood home. It's a big decision, but she knows she's got Chris and Sebastian in her corner.

Sebastian Stan

❁ Making Magic

Y/N is an equestrian, and has been for years. Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are her mentors and father figures. It's Y/N's first horse show-what could go wrong? Or, in her case, what could go right?

❁ A Fresh Start

Y/N is finally moving out of her childhood home. it's a big decision, but she knows she's got Sebastian and Chris in her corner.

❁ Back to School

It's back to school time for Y/N, how much chaos can this possibly cause in the Stan household?

❁ Paparazzi Sucks

On a father-daughter date, paparazzi do their best to ruin it. Sebastian doesn't let it get to you too much, though; lots of fluff <3

Tom Holland

❁ Best Friend Ever

You found out some news about yourself and you really want to tell your best friend Tom. You're really worried about how he'll react, but he comes through like the amazing person he is.

❁ Not A Girl

Y/N is trans male, and after a fight with his mom, he goes straight to the person who knows him the best-Tom. They've been best friends for years, and Tom's happy to help his favorite person however he can.

Tony Stark

❁ Burgers

You're sick, and you scare the shit out of your dad. Fluff and burgers ensue.

Jensen Ackles

❁ Go Fish, Bitch

When Jensen gets bored, he tends to cause chaos. Today, he brings Y/N into the chaos, and she loves it. In which a card game commences, and Jensen loses by a long shot.

Harry Styles

❁ That Just Happened

You've known Harry since you've been in high school-little does he know that you see him as a father figure. After a really rough day, you accidentally call him dad. Love ensues.

I Write For:

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>Tony Stark

>Bruce Banner

>Black Widow

>Pepper Potts

>Steve Rogers

>Peter Parker

>Tom Holland

>Chris Evans

>Sebastian Stan

>RDJ

>Chris Hemsworth

>Anthony Mackie

S U P E R N A T U R A L:

>Dean Winchester

>Sam Winchester

>Castiel

>Jensen Ackles

>Jared Padalecki

>Misha Collins

M A R A U D E R S:

>James Potter

>Lily Evans

>Sirius Black

>Remus Lupin

>Peter Pettigrew

B R O O K L Y N N I N E N I N E

>Jake Peralta

>Ray Holt

>Terry Jeffords

C R I M I N A L M I N D S

***I am only on the first season!! I'm not familar with the characters, but I'm really loving the idea of writing for some of em :)

>Spencer Reid

>Aaron Hotchner

>Derek Morgan

Please keep in mind that I am currently only writing platonic fics! I'm writing teen!reader, daughter!reader, best friend!reader, or sister!reader. I am comfortable writing pretty much anything, so please feel free to send in a request.

Request Status: Open!

major thank you to @aadapaadakaunpaada who helped me figure this whole thing out :)

#mxssingmemories' masterlist #my masterlist #thank you to ash who helped me with this whole thing :)

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Do You Ever Really Know? - Chapter 1

Finally posting my Spot x Fem!Spider-sona fic. First Chapter is up :)

Summary: After deciding to find a way to reverse the effects of the collider explosion, Jonathan Ohnn (now going by 'The Spot') had set out to find a dimension where there was no Spider-Person. However his plans get foiled almost immediately by someone who shouldn't even exist in that universe. Who was this 'Spider Lily', and why did she want to help him? And why can't he get her out of his head?

Only warnings are eventual smut in the final chapter and brief mentions of death and a destruction of a universe. Also fair warning, these two flirt, A LOT.

Enjoy!

Also available on Ao3

Chapter 1 - Renaissance

Jonathan Ohnn had no idea crime could be this easy.

He looked behind him for any sight of a web-slinging crusader as he rounded yet another corner, traveling deeper into the alleyway. The hefty bag of money he had slung over his shoulder did nothing to slow him down as he heard the police sirens grow fainter and fainter with each step he took. 

Who knew that simply finding a universe where there was no Spider-Person was the answer to his problems. It helped that this universe’s police department was more inept than the ones back on Earth-1610 as well.

All he needed to do was a few more bank robberies, maybe break into that fancy electronics store off of 57th to make his life easier. After all, building a machine that could reverse the effects that the Alchemax collider explosion caused was no small task. No, he needed top of the line electrical components and a lot of materials, that meant money, money he didn't have.

For now, at least. Soon he’d have enough to build his machine and he can turn himself back to normal. 

But first he needed to find a safe space to stash this money, start plotting his next bank heist, and figure out why he is suddenly feet off the ground. 

Wait, what…?

Before he could comprehend what was happening he was yanked upwards by an unseeable force. He cried out as bricks and windows zipped by until he was unceremoniously dropped onto a rooftop, landing with an ‘Oof!’ on his ass. Grumbling, he moved to stand but a hand on his shoulder pushed him back down onto the asphalt. 

“Easy there, handsome.”

He was immediately aware of several things at once. 

First, that the hand on his shoulder, although slender, carried a strength that set off multiple alarm bells blaring in his skull. 

Second, during all the commotion a familiar web-like material had landed across his thighs, further keeping him in place. 

And the most concerning; the voice he heard hadn’t originated from someone’s mouth… 

No, the voice, female if he wasn’t mistaken, came from inside his own head. 

And called him handsome…

"You know, robbery is considered a felony in the state of New York." The voice took on a teasing tone as the owner moved into his line of vision. "While you do look hot as hell in white and black, I think the stripes would clash with your spots.”

He took her in as she stood before him. If the webbing wasn't enough of a dead giveaway as to who she was, then the sight of her spandex suit and mask confirmed it for him. 

She was a Spider-Person, definitely not one he'd seen before though. Granted he'd only seen two in his life: Peter Parker who died at Fisk's hands during the final collider test, and the kid who got bit by the spider from Earth-42 that he inadvertently sent over. That was why he came to Earth-9210, because that kid kept getting in his way, always a step ahead as Jonathan struggled to rob even a simple ATM machine. 

The Spider-Man of this world died approximately three years ago.

So why was there a Spider-Woman in front of him now? And why was he able to hear her in his head?

He realized she was waiting for some type of response, body lax while she stared at him expectantly, so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"You think I'm handsome?"

The lenses of her mask crinkled in amusement as she giggled out loud. Her laughter was soft and alluring, almost ethereal, and reminded him of a gentle breeze in a field of wildflowers. 

He wished he could listen to her laugh forever; to have it play on a never-ending loop, keeping him company on even the darkest of days. 

"I am many things, but blind isn't one of them." 

"And is one of those things a telepath or am I beginning to go crazy?"

Another chuckle which had him melting. 

"Damn, handsome and smart? You really are a package deal." 

Oh, her continued flirtatious remarks were beginning to have an effect on him, if his rapidly beating heart and the butterflies that were slowly trickling into his stomach were anything to go by. He didn't know why he was suddenly acting like some lovestruck teenager over a Spider-Person of all people.

He did know, he just didn't want to admit it…

"You're correct though." She continued. "I am a telepath but don't worry, it only works one way so I'm not able to hear your thoughts or anything."

Shit, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. However, it was nice to know that the numerous thoughts swimming in his head, some of them not very appropriate as he focused on the part of her suit that stretched over her ample thighs, were still safe with him. 

He watched as she made a move for the bag of money that he had unknowingly forgotten about, taking the time to fully commit every curve of her body to memory. 

Her suit was simple - solid light gray mask that extended down to her torso, deep red emotive rims surrounded the black lenses of her mask, along her arms and legs the same deep red shifted into a golden orange with the standard black web design, a pair of black fingerless gloves and black combat boots that stopped at her mid-calf competed the look of the superhero before him.

While plain, it left little to the imagination. Large breasts that he remembered jiggled just a tad when she laughed, a slight softness to her belly which attributed to the fullness of her hips and love handles that he wanted to feel under his hands so badly. She turned her back to him, giving him a full view of the black geometric spider logo that he didn't see before. His eyes traced the path of the lower spider legs which stopped just above the small of her back before wandering to the roundness of her bottom, all the way down to her thick thighs and sculpted calves.

When did he turn into such a pervert?

A few minutes ago he supposed, or maybe he'd always been one and never realized until now.

"So, why is a good-looking guy such as yourself robbing banks?" She questioned as she picked up the bag, pulling him out of his trance. 

“Ah well... It's kind of a long story.” He answered with a hint of sheepishness, already assuming that she would be uninterested in hearing his story.

“If you give me a minute to return this, you can tell me all about it.” 

Shocked at her response he gawked at her, searching her face for any evidence of dishonesty. He found none. 

“You want to know more about me?” He spoke evenly and almost uncertainly, afraid that he had misheard her.

The bag of money was slung over her shoulder. “Of course! One thing you'll learn about me dear, is that I mean what I say.”

She shot him a wink before she walked over to the edge of the rooftop. “Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone.”

Before he could formulate a retort she was already leaping into the air, shooting out a web and swinging off in the direction of the bank, leaving him alone with his thoughts. 

Jonathan sat there, still reeling from the emotions that coursed through him. He wasn't used to feeling so much at once, yet in just a matter of a few minutes he experienced panic, confusion, and nervousness. To top it all off he had become utterly enraptured by the Spider-Woman of this world. 

It had been so long since he harbored any romantic, let alone sexual, feelings towards anyone that he had forgotten he was capable of it. Hell, the last person he had a crush on was his physics lab partner, Liz, during his sophomore year of college, but nothing came of it. 

He was too hesitant to confess back then, 'what ifs' plaguing his already anxiety-ridden brain at every moment until the semester was finished and she moved back home. That had been thirteen years ago. In that time he was so focused on his academics and career at Alchemax to even bother with dating, then the collider exploded and well...

There was no way that someone could fall for him when he looked like this. 

Yet...

No, it was just wishful thinking. It was just harmless flirting that held no real weight, a lot of harmless flirting.

So much, in fact, that it had him wondering about the 'what ifs'. What if she was truly being honest and meant every word, every compliment she has given him? What if they got to know each other and she took him as he currently was, spots and all? What if he took her out on dates and decided he only wanted her after she laughed at all his jokes? What if they fell in love and he woke up beside her every morning, laying in his arms with a content smile on her face?

Even though there was a small possibility that he was reading too much into it, he accepted the fact that he wanted all of that and more. Anything she'd be willing to give, he would gladly receive and return twofold. 

Shit, he was in trouble…

A blur of gray and red swung into view before she landed in front of him with a soft thud.

"Now that that's taken care of, what say I get that webbing off you?”

Oh, that's right. He couldn't stand; not that he wanted to since he was already weak in the knees from her advances even in his current sitting position, but because of the webbing still sprawled across his thighs. 

“What makes you think I can't get out of it myself?” He found himself asking her. 

Even with the mask on he could make out the broad smile that decorated her lips. “I'm sure you're more than capable of doing a lot of things.”

Her voice was sultry, the hidden innuendo laced in her honey-dripped words not lost on him. A small part in the back of his mind wanted to show her just exactly what he was capable of despite his lack of experience, but that did nothing to deter him from the desire pooling in his stomach. 

After all, he always learned best through trial and error and the list of things he wanted to participate in with the woman before him only grew by the second.

And he had a feeling that she wouldn’t mind guiding him though it all.

“Maybe I could show you sometime - My skills, that is... Only if you want to though...”

She regarded him silently for a beat as he began fiddling with his fingers. He could swear that her gaze followed the movements of his long, dexterous digits but it was hard to tell through the darkness of her lenses.

A huff of amusement escaped her throat. “Careful, I might just take you up on that offer.”

God he hoped she would. 

She walked towards him and crouched down to be eye level. 

“Promise you'll be good for me?”

His breath hitched as he felt the spot on his face shift and expand across his heated cheekbones. A million scenarios played through his head - the majority of them involving him tied up in her webs in various positions while she brought him to the edge of pleasure multiple times, turning him into an incoherent mess, desperately pleading for release through husky declarations of 'I'll be good, I'll be your good boy'.

He forced himself to push those fantasies aside for later and tried to form some level of an intelligible response, but quickly realized he was unable to do so. Instead he nodded fervently, practically giving himself whiplash in the process.

With quick precision she ripped the webbing that held him in place. He could have sworn he felt her fingers brush lightly against his thigh as she properly freed him from his confines. 

“Ah, thank you.” 

“Anytime.”

One simple word that carried so much weight.

He crossed his legs and settled into a more comfortable position as she sat down beside him, knee only a few inches from his own. 

“Now, I believe you were going to tell me your story.”

A small seed of doubt was still planted in his mind. “You were serious about that?”

“Of course. Like I said hun, I mean what I say.” She reassured him with a gentle tone. “You have my undivided attention.”

What little apprehension he felt melted away. Since the accident people tended to avoid him, taking one look at his pale white skin adorned with many black spots and giving him a wide berth. Even the people who once cared about him casted him aside for his unnatural appearance. 

Yet here this woman was, changing all of that and making him feel... Like...

He was normal...

She treated him like a normal person.

And that was something Jonathan appreciated deeply. 

"I was a scientist at Alchemax, a research facility that was employed to create a device that could bridge the gap between dimensions…"

Jonathan told her everything: his involvement in the project, the series of events which led to his current condition, his plan to build a similar machine to change him back, the way he used his newfound abilities to travel to this universe. 

Throughout his retelling she remained silent besides the occasional question, nodding intermittently to show that she was listening. He didn't fail to notice the way her expression changed to one of concern when he spoke of Peter Parker's death and the bitterness he still held towards the new Spider-Man of his dimension. It's not that he blamed the kid, he knew that it wasn't his fault. However that didn't mean he wasn't upset with his current situation. 

He just wished he evacuated like the rest of his coworkers instead of following Olivia's orders to make sure nothing happened to the vial of dark matter used to power the Super-Collider.

Nothing he could do about it now except fix the mess he got himself into. 

“...And so here I am.” 

“That's one hell of a story.” She mused. “It definitely explains a lot of things, like why you have so many spots.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know my appearance is a little off-putting...”

“Not to me.” One of her hands came to rest on his knee. “I think you look beautiful. Your spots remind of those rorschach paintings, abstract yet each blot can be interpreted in many ways.”

Heat crept up his neck as he considered her words. The scientist in him had been slowly formulating a hypothesis since she first called him 'handsome', and he was finally ready to test it. 

“Humor me then - what do you see when you look at the spot on my face?”

She hummed out loud before leaning in, taking the time to examine him closely.

There was no way she was seriously entertaining this, yet even through the mask he could feel the weight of her gaze fixated on the inky, floating spot. 

What felt like several hours passed, though in reality it was only a minute tops. His nerves started to get the better of him as he became acutely aware that the hand on his knee had moved upwards and was now resting on his thigh. It was growing harder for him to breathe, not just because of his lack of nose or mouth, but because her fingers were dangerously close to the edge of one of his holes, almost touching a part of himself that he still struggled to accept.

He let out a nervous chuckle and looked away from her. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.”

“Hold on- ”

“It was silly and-”

Warm hands came to cup both of his cheeks, gently turning his head back to her. She was on her knees in front of him now, sitting on her calves so that she wouldn't topple onto him. 

“I wasn't done looking.”

His heart hammered in his chest as he allowed her to continue searching the vantablack spot for something he was certain wasn't there. If it wasn't for the tension permeating the air between them he would have thought she was pulling his leg. Instead he could feel the genuine contemplation that rolled off of her in waves, making him feel vulnerable under her stare, like she was able to see the deepest facets of his soul.

“I see a man who is intelligent and humble. Someone who is understanding and mature to a fault. Even though I caught you in the middle of robbing a bank, I can tell that deep down you're not really a bad guy.”

He didn't quite understand why her words were affecting him so intensely until it dawned on him. 

She was speaking out loud.

“I know it sounds crazy since we just met but I feel drawn to you, like there's some kind of magnetic force pulling me towards you and I think you feel it too. Earlier when you were talking about the Super-Collider, I didn't want you to stop. There was this deep, innate need to know you better and it's still there - what makes you smile, your favorite movies, how you take your coffee, your most cherished memories, even the parts of yourself that you think aren't good enough for others to know. I want to know everything about you, spots and all...”

The spot on his face widened in shock at her confession. She was right though, he also felt that force pulling him towards her like gravity. Maybe there was a chance...

He was unable to find the words to properly convey the plethora of emotions that coursed through him, fully intent on admitting that he wanted the same, to know her completely. 

Unfortunately his brain clearly didn't get the memo. 

“You could speak this whole time?”

Embarrassment gripped his body as he mentally chastised himself. Of all the things he could have said, that was what came out?

He wanted to open up a portal beneath him so he could teleport away in shame, however he stopped himself from doing so once he heard her laughing out loud.

“Sorry.” She took the time to move her thumbs lightly across his cheeks in a back and forth motion before letting go of his face. “I wasn't trying to be misleading in any way. It's just easier for me to use my powers to communicate, especially when I'm having a low spoons day or meeting new people.”

He was already missing the warmth of her touch, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in her embrace. 

“No need to apologize, I understand.”

“I-”

A series of beeps cut her off before she could get another word out. “Oop, hold on.”

She fiddled with her tech-gauntlet and let out a sigh. “Shit. Sorry to ruin this whole some moment, but I'm needed elsewhere.”

Despite her hole pun sparking a hint of joy in him, Jonathan’s heart sank at the idea of her leaving. He knew it was foolish; she was a superhero who had more important matters to take care of. She had no time to appease his selfish wishes.

That didn't mean he could will them away with a simple command. He didn't want her to leave, plain and simple. 

She stood up and sent off a quick message on her device before observing him with an almost critical eye. “But first I need to figure out what to do with you.”

Anything. She could do anything and he would thank her until his dying breath.

“Because technically I'm supposed to report you in, especially with the types of powers you have…”

Except that. 

He didn't know what the report entailed but he wasn't very keen on finding out. 

Scrambling to his feet he held his hands up defensively. “Please don't, there's no need for that. I- I'm just a guy, no real danger here. I would never hurt anyone! In fact, one time I accidentally killed a housefly and I cried for a solid hour and I don't know why I'm telling you this but it's true. I promise I'll-”

“Woah, chill…” She interjected, voice hushed in an effort to calm him. “I said I'm supposed to, but I won't, okay?”

“Why not...?” He asked gingerly as he felt the spot on his face contract. 

“Well believe it or not, I do like you.” 

Oh...

Oh...

“Plus Miguel is an asshole and I'd rather drink bleach than deal with him in any capacity.”

He didn't know who this 'Miguel' guy was but if she said he was an asshole, then he'd take her word for it. 

“Thank you.”

She smiled under her mask. “Of course, but you have to promise me no more crime.”

“I promise.” He placed a hand on his chest. 

Closing the distance between them she held out her pinky finger to him. He was immediately distracted by how short she was compared to him. She had to be a foot shorter than him, something that he found adorable. Jonathan stared down at her pinky finger for a few seconds until he understood what she wanted from him and he interlocked his pinky with hers, finding the gesture endearing yet oddly familiar. 

“There.” She said with an air of finality. “A pinky promise is legally binding, so no take-backs.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

Another string of beeps sounded from her tech-gauntlet and she cursed out loud. 

“Well, duty calls.” Bit by bit she dragged her pinky against his until their fingertips became the only point of contact. There was a moment of hesitation, an urge to just remain, but it passed all too soon as their fingertips glided apart.

He watched as she strode over to the edge of the rooftop, sparing him one last glance over her shoulder. 

“I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

And with that she was gone, leaping off the building and throwing out a web, using the momentum to swing through the air with practiced ease. He kept his gaze trained on her retreating form until she disappeared around a building.

While he already missed her presence, Jonathan didn’t let it bother him. He had a feeling he would be seeing her again soon.

#the spot spiderverse #the spot x oc #spiderverse oc #spiderverse fanfic #jonathan ohnn x oc

[jewishbarbies]

BLOODMOON ⇢ a gcu installment

Emery Walker never knew her parents. They were killed in an accident before she was old enough to remember them and was raised by her two older sisters, namely her eldest sister Lily. Together, the siblings worked hard to keep the family bakery, Walker’s Wonders, afloat throughout the years. Then, as Emery entered her freshman year of highschool, tragedy struck twice—Lily was killed on her way home from a corner store. A victim of opportunity.

Emery and her only remaining sister, Rachel, lived and worked together moving forward, spending all their time on the bakery to help equally ignore and process their grief. One evening as the sisters were closing up for the night, Emery was careless with a box cutter and accidentally sliced Rachel’s hand. It was in the frantic scramble for pressure on the bleeding wound that Emery felt a pinch. The wound disappeared. The Walker sisters agreed it was safest to keep Emery’s ability between them moving forward, so she kept it to herself into her senior year of high school.

It was then she met Peter Parker. And suddenly, she wasn’t the only one with a life changing secret.

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[ivyquill]

𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚜

divider by: firefly-graphics

only you (peter parker x reader) - summary: after trying to break up with your boyfriend, he says something that you never would have expected. - pronouns: ambiguous - warnings: none

bleed me dry (vampire!regulus black x reader) - summary: never have you ever been scared of your boyfriend...until you find him fangs deep into someone's neck, how can the one person who has always protected you, the most gentle boy you have ever met be revealed to be a bloodsucking vampire of all things? - pronouns: ambiguous - warnings: angst, minor violence/gore

timeless (peter parker x reader) - summary: in every time, every decade, peter parker has loved you and yet he is stuck in the one where you cannot even remember his name - pronouns: ambiguous - warnings: angst, fluff, arranged marriage

hits different (james potter x reader) - summary: moving on from your lily-obsessed best friend should have been a lot easier than it is but no matter where you go, you can see that cursed goofy grin in every corner, taunting you - pronouns: ambiguous - warnings: angst

i can see you (peter parker x reader) - summary: it turns out that breaking up with your supervillain girlfriend is a lot harder than peter initially thought - pronouns: she/her - warnings: breakup, angst, fluff

forbidden paradise (remus lupin x reader) - summary: falling in love with a wizard isn't easy but it turns even harder when you find out that he's also a werewolf. the world certainly doesn't gift any favours onto you - pronouns: she/her - warnings: light angst, fluff

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[sciderman]

Was going through some old writing files (of which there are hundreds!!) and stumbled across a high school AU I was writing a while ago! (an actual one! not a tantalising dream-sequence involving cheerleaders, though we all know I love those...) 

I don’t know if I’ll resurrect it, but there’s a bit of fun to be had - Peter’s anger issues are something that I’d like to see explored more in spideypool fic, and I just... I love high school AUs okay... 

Read some of it under the cut! 

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“What’re you in for?”

“Something stupid.” Peter grumbled.

“Love it.” The boy said, grinning. Peter noticed a missing tooth. “I hid a frog in the student counsellor’s desk. You should’ve seen him scream.” 

Peter was quiet, but his lips quirked. 

“Immature”, he eventually said. 

“The guy’s a dickhole. And,” the blond rocked on his chair, buzzing, “technically, I saved a life.” 

Peter raised an eyebrow. 

“Saved the frog from one of the labs. They were gonna slice him open. Imagine you’re just sitting on your lily pad one day. Chilling. And then some jackass scientist scoops you up and cuts you open. Starts prodding inside you. Gross.” 

“Okay, yeah, gross.” 

“My name is Wade, bee-tee-dubs.” 

Wade. Peter remembered. He’d only joined the class at the beginning of last semester, and sat near the back of the class. He hadn’t recognised him by his face because he’d always had his hood up. Not that Peter had ever paid enough attention to his peers to remember them by face anyway.

“Uh.” Peter said, eyeing the hand he was being offered as a greeting. He didn’t return the handshake, but he responded with a simple “I’m Peter.” 

“Cool.” Wade nodded, looking at his feet, heels bouncing off the linoleum floor. His shoes were scuffed and worn. 

A moment of silence passed. Both boys turned their attention to the floor, as though it were suddenly the most interesting feature of the room. 

Peter side eyed his company, in the moment of quiet. There were shallow craters on the boy’s face, Peter noticed, like chickenpox scars that hadn’t fully healed. Wade definitely seemed conscious about it, with his hood being nearly always drawn, and his shaggy hair that often covered his face. 

“Peter Parker.” The principal called, peering through the door at the boys. The principal glared at Wade, who put up his hands in response. Clearly Wade was a regular. 

A wave of smugness came over Peter, who leant in close to Wade. 

“I broke Flash Thompson’s arm.” Peter whispered, before standing up to enter the principal’s office. For a second Peter saw Wade’s face light up, like that was the coolest thing he had ever heard. 

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“Mr Parker, I recognise you’re going through a tough time – And I’m sorry.”

Peter sank in his chair, eyes fixed on a hole puncher sat on the desk.

“I understand you must be going through a lot of emotions at the moment, but you,” the principal wrung his hands, “you hospitalised one of your classmates. Eugene Thompson –” 

The principal’s voice faded in and out of Peter’s attention. As usual, he stood alone on Planet Peter Parker. 

He thought about Aunt May. Her eyes, pink and puffy. Thin hands trembling as she held them by her mouth, recounting all she remembered about that night to the police. The police, who with empty looks, mechanically took down notes. Jaded. Like a family hadn’t been just destroyed. Like a good man hadn’t just been murdered in cold blood. 

Peter's uncle was a humble man. Simple, but good. He wasn't ambitious, or gifted, or clever. But he was wise. 

Clever. Wise. Peter hadn't understood there was a difference between the two. 

He took him for granted, Peter admitted to himself, as he cried that night, and the days following. He cried for the first time in months. Months of distancing himself from the world, before the world decided to stage a head-on-head collision with him. 

“Peter? Peter, are you listening?” 

Peter at last looked up, and with the movement, a tear managed to escape his eye. He brought the heel of his palm up quickly to wipe it away. 

“Look, son, I want you to see the student counsellor tomorrow.” The principal said, taking down a note. Peter scowled at the pen, as it scribbled. “It will help, Peter. I want you to see the counsellor every Tuesday and Friday, last period. We’ll keep track of your healing process.” 

Peter took the note when it was offered to him, and pocketed it without a word. He turned to leave.

“Peter. I didn’t dismiss you.” 

Peter sighed, turning back, red-eyed and tired. 

“I’m sorry about your uncle. But when Eugene returns, you will apologise.” 

Peter swallowed, voice quiet when at last he spoke. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” 

Whether that was true or not, Peter was still undecided on. 

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The school day dragged at an excruciatingly slow pace. Peter couldn’t hear the teacher. All he could hear, all day, were the whispers amongst his peers. Right now, Peter wished the walls he built to keep the world out were soundproofed. 

“Did you hear? He put Flash in the ER.” 

“Puny Parker? No way.” 

“He’s an absolute freak.” 

“He’s probably really screwed up right now, guys. I think his like, Uncle died or something.” 

Peter snapped his pencil. 

“Can I be excused, miss?” 

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Peter ran as fast as he could out of the school doors, gasping in air as deeply as he could. He was at his breaking point. If everyone in class saw him crying, he’d really never hear the end of it. He’d be seeing the school councillor until he graduated. 

The air was cool but his face was scalding hot, tears streaming down his cheeks. He buried his face in both hands and screamed. With all the effort he could afford he tried to steady his breathing. In and out, in and out, until he started to feel lightheaded. 

He could’ve broken the school doors off its hinges. He could have slammed his fists so hard on the walls, until they crumbled, or he did. 

He threw a kick so hard on a nearby trash can that it flew across the courtyard.  

He hated this school. He could’ve tore it down right where he stood. 

“Dude.” 

Peter turned so fast his head nearly knocked off his shoulders. Wade stood, back against the wall, casual as anything. He had a cigarette in hand. 

“You’re an animal, dude.” Wade said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. 

Peter’s mouth hung open, finding it difficult to find words. He brought up a sleeve to wipe up his face. 

“I, just. I –” 

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I hate this place.” 

Wade nodded, a calm demeanour about him that almost served to calm Peter by osmosis. 

Peter Parker was always a very rational boy. Quiet. Reserved. He never lost it like this. He’s never –

“I heard – about your uncle.” 

Peter’s eyes were exhausted from crying, he couldn’t afford anymore tears. Peter’s entire body felt it was going to sink through the earth. And Wade could see it. Wade could see it on Peter’s face. He looked to Wade for mercy. To let him fall off the planet’s surface. 

“Listen, if it were me I’d – I’d kill him. I’d kill whoever did it.” 

Peter was quiet. Wade’s words felt like an electric jolt, sobering him up. 

All the hollow words of consolation had left him numb, but this rang through Peter’s ears. 

Eventually Peter found his voice again. 

“You’d kill him, but you’d save a frog?” 

“Yeah.” Wade said, as if it were obvious. “The frog didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Silence followed. Peter couldn’t look up from the ground. His hands formed fists at his sides. 

All the way home, Wade’s words replayed in Peter’s head. I’d kill him. I’d kill whoever did it. 

The police were apathetic. Crimes go unsolved. And that made Peter’s blood boil hotter than it ever had. The thought that someone – out there – would be getting away with it. 

That Aunt May might always carry that hollow, broken look in her eyes.  

Later that night, Peter threw on a red hoodie, pulling the drawstrings tight. He snuck out his bedroom window, like he did every night. 

News reports tell of an escaped robber cornered in a building downtown.

#spideypool #fanfic #high school au

[mirkwoodshewolf]

TCATC Chap. 15; The Woodland realm

*Author’s note*

Alrighty here we go, from Mirkwood and now the Woodland realm, Now it’s best to come out an say this.

I WILL NOT WRITE THE LOVE STORY BETWEEN TAURIEL AND KILI!!!! That is NOT happening in this series (for those shippers out there, I am sorry but I felt like the films would’ve been better off without the love story and could’ve been kept as a admiration/friendship kinda like how they wrote Gimli and Legolas in LOTR).

With that being said I should also say that I actually got the privilege at Galaxy Con to meet Evangeline Lily (Tauriel herself!!) and she was A-MAZING!! And soo sweet and of course beautiful as always.  Got a selfie and her autograph, if anyone’s interested I’ll post a pic up if you ask nicely.

And now all that aside, enjoy this next chapter and I’ll try to post some more chapters up tomorrow so until then goodbye and enjoy my lovelies :)

Also SIDENOTE!! Since there hasn’t been a CANON name for Legolas’ mother’s name I did some digging and found a pretty good name for her and it’s got a good ring to it, CALEN is Sindar means “Green One”. Let me know what you think of her name.

NEXT CHAPTER

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There was darkness.  There was pain.  Then…….relief? Warmth? I’m not sure what to call it but my body felt at peace.  I opened my eyes and saw a familiar cove surrounding me, a special cove that—

“Mae govannen Melda.” I turned and right there sitting over me was Haldir.

“This is a dream.” I said.  A soft smile came across his lips and he spoke softly as he leaned closer to me.

“Then it is a good dream.” His lips softly captured mine. That familiar touch of his soft, warm lips set not only a flutter in my stomach but eased my heart and mind.  I reached up and touched his cheek stroking it as he separated from me, our eyes locked firmly at each other.

“I—I thought…….”

“Be at peace Hela. You’ve been through a lot these last several months.” He shushed me as he gingerly stroked my face.

“You have no idea.” I said as I moved closer to him resting my head on his chest.  His arms immediately wrapped around me.  “Why can’t the world simply be like this for all time?”

“Because without perils and trials, we can never truly be one. Whether mortal or immortal beings. And that is why I have come to you now.”

“What do you mean my beloved?” I looked up to him and his eyes held a solemn look.

“You cannot stay here.”

“Why not? I-I can finally give you my answer. After all these years I’ve left you waiting for a response to our engagement.”

“Then tell me when you actually see me.” He reached up and gently wiped a tear hidden at the corner of my eye.  “We will meet again. Just not here, not now. But soon my starlight. For now, you must wake up.” He leaned forward and gave my forehead a lingering kiss as his voice spoke to me telepathically. ‘May the Grace of the Valar protect you.’

I let out a gasp and saw myself in a room of sorts.  Pain spread all over my body as I let out a groan and pressed my head against the pillows.

“At last, you’ve awaken.” A female voice spoke up.  I turned and saw a She-elf with very long red hair, she wore a green uniform and brown archer gauntlets on her forearms. I noticed the gleam from her daggers that stood against her back.  She turned to face me and saw that her eyes held nothing but sharpness in them, much like her daggers.

“Wh-where am I?”

“The realm of Thranduil. My lord Legolas and I found you on our river shores injured beyond any mortal can withstand.”

“I get that a lot. Especially a lot more now these past several months if you can believe it.”

“Just what exactly are you? With injuries like that you should’ve been dead. Yet three days after finding you, you’ve woken up and are speaking.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was a Celestial?” I asked her.  At hearing that name, her eyes softly widened.

“A-A Celestial? But—they were all turned to stone thousands of years ago.”

“All but me. Even though it’s been a long time I’m sure your King would know of me. I promise I mean no threat to you or your realm.”

“Then why have you come here? And with such a degree of injuries?”

“For that I’ll need to ask permission to have audience with your King.” Her eyes grew suspicious but she walked up to me and asked.

“Can you walk?” that’s the main question isn’t it? Slowly I rose myself up feeling every ounce of pain in my body.  I turned over so that my legs now stood at the edge of the bed and I took a deep breath before standing up.  I used the rails of the bed as a support bar and took my first wobbly step.

But when I went to put pressure on my left leg, I suddenly felt myself falling forward if it hadn’t been for the She-elf to catch me. She helped me up and wrapped one of my arms around her neck and allowed me to use her body as support.

“Thank you uhh—”

“Tauriel. My name is Tauriel, my Lady Celestial.”

“Hela. You can just call me Hela.” A soft smile came at the corner of her lips as she helped me walk out of the room and to the throne of the Elven-king himself.

The Woodland realm.  A kingdom built of great halls made from wood and stone.  The only light to come into this realm are the rays from the sun that can seep in from whatever gaps from the wood, and sap-like lanterns that ran down and hung from the ceiling above.

Tauriel and I walked along a narrow, windy path that soon lead us up to the throne of the Elven-King himself, Thranduil son of Oropher. Long, silver-like blonde hair that came way past his shoulders, in fact the tips went slightly past his pectoral region.  He wore a dark silver glittering tunic robe, black boots and a long red cloak hung over his shoulders and at his was his sword.

A sword I had never really seen before in an Elvish sword before.  For it had gaps (but beautifully designs, almost like they just helped it) at the edge of it.  Even the handle itself almost looked like part of the sword itself, and at its end point it curved much like Arwen’s sword Hadhafang did.

His piercing blue eyes stared down at me from his throne which was equally as intimidating as the Elf-king himself.  A large throne that was almost carved from the tree itself and about 12ft across from tip to tip were what resembled moose antlers along with other antler spikes sticking out in every which way but (like it sword) it fit with the aesthetic of the throne.

“My Lord, the young woman Legolas and I found has awakened.”

“Very good Tauriel. The spiders are causing more problems in the Northern part of the forest. Kill them all.”

“Yes my Lord.” She said with a bow of her head before turning away and walked off.  I looked up to Thranduil and with a smirk that spread across his face, he greeted me.

“Been a long time Hela.”

“Indeed Thranduil.”

“Tell me why has the Celestial of Death come to my realm with such injuries? I thought you were stronger than that when it came to normal foes such as orcs and Spiders.”

“If only it were that. Your realm is dealing with a greater threat than that.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he came down the steps of his throne and stood before me.

“I wish not to alarm you and your people but—there is a Deviant. In your realm.” Instead of the wide-eyes I was expecting or the shock of mentioning such a demon, Thranduil merely rose his brow and said.

“You are mistaken Hela.”

“I do not lie Thranduil. A Deviant in the form of a warg-bear was seen wondering in your realm. I fought it myself! Look at the state of my body! You alone would know that a Deviant can scar a Celestial this badly. That and the Balrogs but no one has seen them since the First Age.”

“Indeed. But there is not a single Deviant hidden within my realm. If I would’ve known about it, you’d be the first person I would send word out to.”

“I know. And I do not question your rule Thranduil. But Deviants are like roaches. I thought I had sealed them all away.”

“And you did. Remember it was I who gave you that spell and you sealed every last one of those foul creatures.” His patience was slowly weaning as his eyes stared at me harshly.

“So-so what you…..you really think I did this to myself?” I gestured to my injuries.  He sighed solemnly and said.

“The dark magic of this forest has grown more poisonous than even I could imagine. I have seen it affect even the most innocent of creatures and drive them mad.” I looked down at my body and grew fearful.

“I……I don’t…..”

“Whether you choose to believe me or not is up to you. All you need to know is that there are no Deviants in my realm. And that you in your lost mind decided to destroy parts of my realm.” I tensed up and softly apologized.

“Sorry about that. I’ll…..try to fix that mountain as soon as I can.”

“That old cliffside is not my concern. What is my concern is why you have come here with a bunch of dwarves?” And that’s when my heart ceased beating.

“D-dwarves?” I asked.  Knowing the history between Thorin’s family and what Thranduil did when Smaug attacked, I couldn’t just say I was aiding his enemy, he’d never stop ranting like a madman if I told him I was helping him.  “I’m afraid I do not know what you are talking about.”

His head slightly tilted to the side as his eyes stared deeply at me with an ‘I don’t believe you’ manner.

“You are many things, Hela. A warrior, a fighter, friend to all you meet and foe to those you deem unworthy. But a liar—you could never lie to me Mellon.”

“Thranduil—”

“But if you claim to not know these dwarves then I’m sure you will not mind if I sent out my guard to find them. They’ve been harassing my people during our feast of Starlight. Maybe I’ll even give them the command to kill them on sight.”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“And why not?” I sighed heavily.  Thranduil has always played this game.  Always trying to get me to admit one thing by threatening to do something bad to another.  Although in the past it was mere jesting and in good fun, but after the fall of his Queen at Angmar he’s—he grew cold, distant, he wasn’t the same Thranduil Ikaris and I knew long ago.

“They are my family.”

“Dwarves? Your family?!”

“Tis true Thranduil. I’ve been with them these past several months and I’ve grown fond of them. Please, I beg of you, do not hurt them.” He straightened himself out and said as he circled around me, his hands behind his back.

“I’ve always warned you about bonding with mortals. Today, tomorrow, one year hence, a hundred years from now, they will die. Ikaris and I both told you of this. Why settle with them?”

“I gave them a chance. At first they were rather—rambunctious. But—over time I grew to care for them.”

“You always did have a caring heart. Too kind for my liking. You let people into your heart too easily. That much especially can break your heart.”

“Is that why you’ve chosen to close off yours?” I snapped.

I know it was low of me to say it but he has to hear it from someone.  His head shot up at me as he stood in front of me.

“What did you say?” he softly growled.

“You heard me, mellon.” I sneered the elvish word for friend. “You are changed, Thranduil. The Elf prince I met all those years ago would never have gone so far as to shut himself out from the world. Wouldn’t dare keep the memories of his own wife from their only child!”

“Don’t you talk to me of my Queen’s fall!” Thranduil snarled right in my face.  

“You know it to be true. That’s why you’ve forsaken our friendship. Is this what she would’ve wanted of you? For her son? She made me swear to protect you both even if it was from yourselves!”

“A promise she should have never made in her final moments.” He then walked back up to his throne and sat down upon it, a leg crossed over and he went back to the subject of the Dwarves.  “Perhaps we can make a deal? I will not order my troops to slaughter your dwarvish friends, if you heal my homeland.” I sighed heavily.

“You know why I can’t.”

“2000 years is more than enough time to train with Cersei’s magic.”

“But not at the expense of my life. Really Thranduil is that all I am to you now? You of all people would know that another Celestial’s power, no matter how long I’ve taken it, if I was not born to wield that power it becomes limited in my hands.” He merely waved his wrist and I felt my arms being gripped tightly by two guards.

“Then there is no reason to keep you here as a patient. Until you’ve agreed to my deal, you will be imprisoned in my realm. 3000 years is a mere fortnight in the eyes of both our kinds. I’m patient. I can wait.” I was then dragged down to the prisons where I was roughly pushed into a small cell and the guard locked the doors on me.

I leaned up against the bars and tried to use Cersei’s magic to turn the bars to water or pebbles but there wasn’t a spark or anything. I then tried Gilgamesh’s strength but that too was useless.  

Guess my body or my mind is still affected by the dark magic of the forest which is interfering with my connection to my sibling’s magic. I leaned up against the walls of my cell and allowed a few tears to slip down my face.

“Forgive me Calen. I—have failed you.” After a while I soon fell into a deep sleep.

My dreams, as of late, all contain visions of wars I’ve been in and what seemed to be wars I would face in the future.  This one however brought me back to when I fought alongside Thranduil, Calen and their armies at the Gundabad fortress, near the borders of Angmar.

Calen and I were facing down orcs after orcs however I was blind to see the orc archers coming from above.  That’s when Calen came forward and took the hit for me.  Shielding me with her own body and she died right there in my arms.  Her final words telling me:

“Protect my King from himself. And tell my little Greenleaf of the Wood that I love him. More than anyone, more than life.” And since I didn’t have Ajak’s healing gem at the time, I couldn’t heal her before she died. And since then, Thranduil has looked at me with a secret hatred anytime I brought up her name.

I woke up with a slight gasp and that’s when I heard a voice say.

“How do you know Haldir of Lórien?” I looked up to see that standing before me was Legolas Greenleaf himself.  And by the gods did he ever resemble his father when I first met him.  Same eyes, same hair, same cold, fierce look.

“What?” I asked.

“When Tauriel and I found you, you called me Haldir. He is the Marchwarden of Lothlorien. How do you know of him?”

I looked away and secretly reached under my gauntlet to stroke my engagement bracelet.

“He’s…..he’s very important to me.”

“How important?”

“Let’s just say we’ve known each other for a long time, and have grown close with one another. I—apologize for confusing you with him back there. I meant no offense.” He looked at me with a slight curiosity (definitely got that from his mother).

“Is what my father said about you true?”

“That would depend on how he speaks of me as of late.” I told him.

“That you are indeed the Last of the Celestials, and that you are the Celestial of Death but has the power to heal our home.” Of course he would mostly speak of that.

“Yes, I am the Last of my people. Yes, I am the Celestial of Death. And I could but I cannot.”

“Why can’t you? If you would heal our home you’d be setting us free from the spiders and the darkness that has invaded our home. If not for us then for your own freedom. Why not just do it to set yourself free?”

“As I have told your father and will now tell you. If I did decide to heal your home, it would drain every last ounce of my life force. Since I was not born to be an Elemental Celestial, using that much power could very easily kill me. Not long ago I had to save some friends from a falling tree off the side of a cliff, I couldn’t walk for a full day after that.”

“Then there is nothing else I can do for you to suade the King’s mind.” Legolas told me.  As he went to walk back up the steps I told him.

“You may be your father’s son. But never forget that you are also Calen’s son as well.” He paused mid-step.  “I will not ask you to betray your father, but you don’t always have to follow his every command. For the son will always surpass his father. One way or another.”

Legolas didn’t speak another word to me as he continued up the stairs leaving me alone in my cell.  I sighed heavily and looked down at my gauntlets and tried to see if I could at least use Ajak’s gem to heal my body.

I took a deep breath and focused on reaching out to her stone trying to activate it, however it didn’t not glow nor was I feeling the Celestial warmth of her healing touch.

“Damnit!” I growled softly.

Hours, days, maybe even a couple more weeks could’ve passed. Down here in the dungeon halls you can’t really tell just how much time has passed.  I looked up and saw Tauriel coming down the stairs and she soon stopped in front of my cell.

“A peace offering.” She opened the door of my cell and slid a basket into my cell before closing it.  I reached out and grabbed it and saw some food, a bottle of wine, and some healing herbs and oils.

“From Thranduil?”

“From myself.” I looked to her and said to her.

“Does your king know that you’re helping out a prisoner instead of a patient?”

“Patient or prisoner, you’re still a Celestial.”

“While I appreciate the offer, I am no different than anyone else. Nor do I choose to be treated as such.”

“I understand. But at least use the oils, they’ll help sooth your injuries and prevent them from scarring or getting infected. It’ll ease my mind knowing you won’t die of mere infection.” I smiled softly at her.

“You’re very kind Tauriel.”

“Some would think that’s my greatest weakness.” She sat down at the step near my cell, her eyes turning solemn.

“I would disagree.” She looked to me.  “You know, I knew of a Celestial who was a lot like you once. She was always so full of empathy and curiosity of the world around her. One time she tried to visit the kingdom of Gondor but her Starlight brother stopped her, telling her that it wasn’t worth it. That she should only ally herself with other immortal beings such as themselves, less she want to deal with the heartbreak later on in life. But the Celestial was a stubborn girl, so she snuck out and hid amongst the mortals of Rohan. There she befriend a young man. A man who she would not see again until his final stand at Mordor. A great King, a good warrior, a good friend. King Elendil.”

“The Celestial was you. You befriended Elendil, father to Isildur.” I nodded.

“Extending a hand of kindness to others of a different race is not weakness. Nor should it be frowned upon. For in dark times we all need someone to turn to.” Tauriel kept her eyes focused on me, a small smile spreading across her face.

“All my life I’ve been kept away from the rest of the world. Ever since my parents death by orc filth and the King’s pity to take me in as his Captain of the Guard, I’ve longed to see what lies beyond this wood. Sometimes late at night, I look to the stars and walk among them, up into the night. I see the world fall away, and the white light forever fill the air.”

“You remind me so much of myself at your age.” She was young but she held such curiosity about the world.  

“Perhaps in another turn of events, we could’ve been friends as well.” She told me.  

“I would’ve liked that. Glad to know I would’ve had a second She-elf friend to get away from the testosterone that lies within all races of Men.” She softly laughed.

“It must get tiresome after a while.”

“You have no idea.” I teased.

“Tauriel.” Legolas’ voice soon spoke up.  I hid the basket behind me as Legolas then spoke to her in Elvish. “The Spiders are getting dangerously close to our halls. The King wants us to rid them all.”

“Yes, my lord Legolas.” She turned to me and I gave her a slight nod telling her it was okay to leave.  She stood up and once again I was left alone in the prisons of Mirkwood.

I took some of the oils and lathered some into my hands and gently washed them over any scars I found on my legs, arms, face and neck and soon enough I could sense Ajak’s gem starting to awaken.  In fact all of the gem pieces were starting to glow before receding once more.

I touched the rock bench in my cell and Cersei’s gem glowed and it provided the bench some moss-layered padding.  One by one I tested out my sibling’s magic gem pieces and was thankful to the gods above that I was finally back to connecting with their Celestial magic.

After switching out of Makkari’s uniform and getting my hearing back I could hear the sound of familiar exclamations.  No it couldn’t be!? I made the moss vanish from my cell and came up to my cell doors and I saw my company of Dwarves being man-handled by the Elves as they were forced into the other prison cells.

A familiar figure passed by my cell, I’d spent enough times to recognize that hat anywhere.

“Bofur?” I said.  He turned and said.

“Hela?” I nodded.  “Hela!” at the proclamation of my name, the rest of the company began shouting my name.

“Keep moving!” the Elf guard pushed Bofur along and shoved him in a cell next to mine.  As each dwarf was forced into a cell, the elves soon left us leaving us alone to reunite and ask questions on what had happened to the other.

“Hela you’re alive!?” I heard him said.

“Yeah. What happened to you all?” I asked him.

“Spiders. Giant, giant spiders. The like of which I’ve ever seen before. After Bilbo saved us, we fought them off. That was until the Elves showed up and captured us. All but Bilbo.”

“Bilbo’s not with you all?” I asked worriedly.

“We haven’t seen him since he cut us down from the webs of those spiders. Guess he must’ve slipped past the elves keen eye.” Even for a Halfling, nothing gets pass an Elf’s eye.  Surely they would’ve seen him and captured him along with the rest of them.

“But what happened with you Hela? You just ran off and—we couldn’t find you.” I heard Fili ask me.  I looked across from my cell and saw Fili leaning against his door looking straight at me.

“Don’t you remember? You all accused me of getting you lost and then you all left the path.”

“No we didn’t. We never would’ve done that to you.” I heard Kili tell me.

“Now I don’t mean all of you. With the exception of you, Fili and Bilbo, the rest of you all called me out on being the Celestial of Death luring you to your deaths. Then Thorin pushed me aside and you all left the path to get yourselves lost.”

“My lady Hela. I mean no disrespect when I say this, and even with the magic the forest had, that’s not what happened at all.” Balin piped in.  What? “After you saved Bombur from the river, you kept muttering to yourself. It was like you telling a tale of what we were going through at that very moment, even your voice was changing pitches and tonalities. Then soon enough you screamed for all of us to be silent before you ran off. Deeper into the forest. We searched for you for weeks, eventually having to leave the path just to see if we could find you.”

“Balin…..I—”

“Again we mean no disrespect. Maybe the dark magic that surrounded us began to seep into your mind as well as ours.” I thought back long and hard and soon I saw a vision of what Balin had said and—oh my gods! He was right. I—I did leave them.

It all truly was all in my head.  

The company turning against me, the Deviant, the injuries to my own body, what kind of magic could cause me to do such a thing?

“My friends, I—I cannot express how sorry I am for what I did. What I caused you all to go through. I-I should never have…..”

“You are forgiven lass. We know you did not mean to.” Bofur assured me.  An agreement of dwarves all sounded off assuring me that I wasn’t at fault.

“We’re just glad that you’re safe Hela.” Bombur told me. “And thanks again for saving my life at the river.”

“Anytime Bombur.” I told him.

“Alright, alright we’ve said our forgiveness now can we move past the niceties and think of a way to get out?” Dwalin said.

“He’s right. I don’t wanna waste another second being in this place. One elf kingdom was bad enough but I don’t want to be here in an Elvish prison! Come on Oin, help me with this door.” Gloin agreed.  I then could hear some of the cells being banged, kicked, and the grunts of dwarves as they tried to break down their cell doors.

“Leave it! There’s no way out!” Balin proclaimed. “This is no orc dungeon. These are the halls of the Woodland realm. No one leaves here but by the King’s consent.”

“Hela! Couldn’t you just use your Celestial power to get us out of these cells?” I heard Dori ask me.

“I’m barely hanging by a thread on Thranduil’s patience. You’re lucky I have not told him my reason for being with you all.”

“Just how long have you been here Hela?” Bofur asked me.

“I don’t know. A few days, maybe weeks? All I know was that I was severely injured three days ago and had to be healed by the Elvish healers here.”

“What happened to you that made you injury yourself to that degree?” asked Kili.

“Let’s just say the stress on my brain at the time was starting to destroy my body. And it gave me my greatest fear to fight which nearly costed me my very life.” And a slight portion of Thranduil’s realm but I’d rather not bring that up again.

“Oh Hela, we’re….we’re so sorry.” Fili said to me.

“Not your fault. The mind……can be a very dangerous place. Add some dark magic and it can be a living hell. Especially if it sensed my brother Druig’s powers, to which it would’ve enhanced its magic tenfold in my head. Making things seem real even when they aren’t.” as my mind went back to the Deviant that I fought in the woods.

Before anyone could speak up, we soon heard the commotion of someone else being brought down.  I looked outside my cell door to see that it was Thorin.  Thranduil must’ve requested an audience with him before bringing him down here.

Thorin was shoved into a cell before the guard slammed it shut behind him and locked it up tight before leaving with the keys.

“Did he offer you a deal?” Balin asked him.

“He did.” Thorin replied icily. “I told him he could îsh kakhfê ai-’d dur-rugnul. HIM AND ALL HIS KIN!!!” Thorin sneered before roaring out the last part.

“Well, that’s that then. A deal was our only way out.” Balin said in defeat.

“Not our only hope.” I heard Thorin say.

He’s right.  Somewhere out there, if he did manage to survive the forest and evade the eyes of the Elves, a young Hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins was our best way out. Oh Bilbo, wherever you are please be safe and cautious.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit: the desolation of smaug #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x oc #legolas greenleaf imagine #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas greenleaf imagines #thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil x oc #thranduil imagine #thranduil imagines #tauriel #tauriel x oc #tauriel x reader #fili #fili imagine #fili imagines #kili #kili x reader #fili x reader #fili x oc #kili x oc #thranduil of mirkwood #legolas greenleaf of mirkwood #haldir of lorien #haldir x reader #haldir x oc

[lilith-jean-stark]

THE INEVITABLE

A/N: so this is my first piece I’m going to be posting. I’m hoping to do more, so feedback is welcome! But please be kind. 💕

(ps. This is in the POV of Peter Parker)

Summary: Lily is the long time best friend of Peter Parker. After things had gone wrong in confronting Peter about their feelings for each other, she had left to find some normalcy away from the Avengers. In doing so she got wrapped up in the Red Room and is now a Black Widow, the best in fact. In an attempt to get Lily back, Peter is the one to confront her. But what he doesn’t know is that the Red Room had twisted Lily’s realty.

Side note: I do not own the rights to any lyrics of any songs that have been quoted in this piece. Please don’t come for me because I used lyrics as lines.

We had reached the safehouse Lily was in, everyone else had surrounded the place, but as for me? I had to go in and face the inevitable, lily.

I crawled my way up the side of the building and peered inside a window that looked to be an empty living room on the other side. I gently opened the window and stepped inside, looking around the room for any signs of life.

A lanky figure appeared from around the corner, a gun drawn at me. I threw my hands up out of what felt like fear, or maybe it was subconsciously to tell Lily she was safe with me.

"Take off the mask!" Lily said as she stepped out of the shadows.

I did as she asked and pulled my mask off and kept my hands up. "Lily, I'm here to help you." I said almost as a whisper.

She slightly laughed, "Oh like you helped me so many times before? Leaving me in a burning building was helping? Watching as some guy shoved me around and used me was helping?" She chuckled, "You stupid heroes think that your so much better than everyone else up there on your shiny pedestals, while people like me do the real work."

I looked at her confused, "Lily they're in your head, that's not how any of that happened! Please please listen to me." I begged.

"Please?" she tilted her head to the side and made a pouty face to mock me. "I am done listening to you. All you or anyone else did was use me!" She shouted angrily.

"No No, You've been through a lot, the widows are using you to get to us." I said taking a deep breath and taking a step closer to her.

"Do not move any closer or I swear to god Parker I will shoot." Lily snapped, a glint of red in her eye.

"okay okay, but Lily you're no different than me or any of us. You wanted to help and you wanted to be part of the avengers. All you've ever wanted was to have the truth out and do all that you could to help people. If you put the gun down and we can talk, I promise you that we will get you out of this. You can come home." I said softly.

Lily shook her head, "No, I know you're lying!" she snapped, "I'm sorry it has to be this way." a tear rolled down her cheek as she pulled the trigger. I jumped out of the way and the window shattered beside me, I quickly shot a web at her wrist and pulled the gun away. "Do it now!" I shouted into my ear piece. A cloud of red filled the room, but I didn't see Lily. Just then I felt an arm wrap around my neck from behind me and Lily's foot swiped my legs from underneath me. I jumped to my feet to see her wearing a mask.

"You think I wouldn't know what you were trying to do!?" She sneered. "I was warned you might try to poison me."

"Kid we're going to move in." Mr Stark said to me through my ear piece.

"Stand by, I got this." I replied.

I shot webs at Lily's arm sticking it to a nearby wall, but she pulled a blade from her side pocket and sliced the webbing off. I stood there a bit shocked, how did she do that? She came at me with the knife, she was much more of a task than I anticipated. The skills she had before leaving were almost unbeatable for me, but now she was like a robot, she knew exactly when to move and where my next move would be. It's like she knew what I was going to do before I did. We fought in hand to hand combat tirelessly for a while before we had wrestled ourselves out the window and onto the fire escape. I swung my way to the roof of the building. Lily quickly followed and we stood across from each other, Lily standing near the edge of the building. I stood there covered in blood and dirt. Scared that I could really lose this fight. Lily seemed to be in pain. She winced and put a palm to her forehead like she had done earlier that night in the alleyway. She shut her eyes tightly and then opened them suddenly, she looked up from the ground and looked at me with sad eyes. I could see the fear in them as the red glint faded. I took a deep breath in and held it for a moment waiting to see what she might do, but she did nothing. Lily stood there and dropped her weapons, still staring at me with her glossy eyes. I exhaled heavily and stared back at her.

"I know you're in there Lily, you're a hero just like me, just like Mr. Stark and the others. You're in there fighting I know you are! Let us help you!" I said in a gentle, yet firm tone.

Lily's face contorted into a twisted frown, tears rolling down her face.

"I don't relate to you. No, because I'd never treat me this shitty! You made me hate this city." She screamed through a shaky sob. “You were my everything and all that you did was make me fucking sad!” Lily took a step back, standing on the edge of the building. My eyes widened as I listened to her and watched as she stood wavering on the edge of the building.

I took a couple steps forward and extended my hand towards her, worried she would fall.

“Lily please trust me, I’ll never hurt you again! Take my hand,please!?” I begged, tears rolling down my face.

“I’m trying hard to trust you. Peter I’m falling will you catch me when I fall?” She said through a sob and then she leaned backwards off the building.

I ran to the edge screaming, “LILY NO! NO!!!!!”

I ran the distance between me and the edge and as I looked over the edge I saw nothing, Lily was gone. I fell to my knees and clutched my chest, which felt like it had been crushed and I let out a painful and gruesome wail of anguish

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker #spiderman #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu rp #tom holland #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #black widow #red room #angst #sad #the avengers

[thesokovianaccords]

Fic Rec Tag Game

I was tagged in this almost TWO YEARS AGO by the fabulous @theawkwardterrier and am just now getting to it as I clean out my drafts folder (lol sorry Leah...)

Rules: Spell out your user name using titles of fics you like and/or love -  any fic that you enjoy for any reason whatsoever. Then tag at least one fandom friend to do the same.

WARNING! Only begin if you have time to kill. (This is FOR REAL! Even if you’re not digging around to find a specific fic, or trying to match a particular letter, or trying to decide which options to include, you WILL get caught up reading!)

Bonus option! Give it a 1-5 knowledge rating (KR) in terms of how well you need to know canon to enjoy the fic. 1 meaning “no previous knowledge necessary” and 5 meaning “need to be well-versed in all of canon.

(Jesus why is my url so long)

again, this is two years overdue so I have no idea who did this - but feel free to consider this me tagging you! it was so fun to go back through my bookmarks to find these fics lol 

time & spaces. by thesemovingparts - pre-michelle jones/peter parker, michelle jones is tony stark’s daughter (just trust me lol). KR: 3.5

Hold Your Voice In My Heart (Till I Can Hold You In My Arms) by fluffernutter8 - steve rogers/peggy carter (aka that time that @theawkwardterrier wrote a madam secretary au bc she is the Actual Best). KR: 3.0

Extended Disarming by tara_stofse - phryne fisher/jack robinson - a short fluffy ficlet that really encapsulates them, I think. KR: 3.0.

Swipe Right, Swing Left by downn_in_flames - james potter/lily evans, a modern american politics/tinder au. yes I know. KR: 2.5.

one time thing. by bemusedbicycle - kate sharma/anthony bridgerton, modern au. hot af. KR: 2.0.

know your devils and your deeds by irnan - pepper potts/tony stark. an oldie but a goodie, god I love them. KR: 3.0 for 2012 mcu haha.

One For the Money (And Four to Go) by Lavendergaia - jemma simmons/leo fitz, daisy johnson/antoine triplett. bachelor auction au. excellence. KR: 2.5.

The Viscount Who Courted Me by theladyrainbow - kate sharma/anthony bridgerton. an au in which anthony pursues kate from day one. KR: 3.5. (it’s technically a T but mind ya business).

in tongues and quiet sighs by Elizabeth (anghraine) - cassian andor/jyn erso, han solo/leia organa. “Alderaanian runs under all the intersections of Leia Organa's and Cassian Andor's lives.” KR: 4.0.

A Strange New Story Every Time by gyzym - logan echolls/veronica mars. KR: 3.0.

no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa by magneticwave - leia organa/han solo. KR: 4.5.

Any Fin Goes by vextant - gen. avengers. a heist. a shark. truly one of my favorites. KR: 2.0.

Casablanca by BeeDaily - james potter/lily evans. modern au. I love them. KR: 2.5.

Corner Man by Snapjack - james bond/eve moneypenny. oh yes. KR: 4.0.

One Hundred and Eleven Days by themonkeycabal - bucky barnes/darcy lewis, darcy lewis is tony stark’s daughter. ‘run verse. this whole series is one of my all-time favorites, but picking this one bc I needed a fic that started with ‘o’ but also bc it’s emotionally wrecked me for years :D KR: 4.0.

Rosehill Cottage by agentverbivore (verbivore8642) - leo fitz/jemma simmons, a holiday-esque au. a delight! KR: 3.5.

Don't Stop Me Now by CloudAtlas - clint barton/natasha romanoff, peggy carter/steve rogers, pepper potts/tony stark. college au, another oldie but a goodie. KR 2.5.

Summer Soldier by Remember When (scribblemyname) - bucky barnes/susan pevensie, one of the only ones out there. I need more people to understand how this ship is important to me and to the world at large. KR 3.5. 

#from the vault (aka the drafts folder) #omg this took so long but it was worth it #ask meme #anything to avoid doing my schoolwork ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #originally tagged in may 2020 haha

[blushing-starker]

For my three rascals, bee, lanes and mabel. For a sweet bunny, a joyful optimist and a very enthusiastic yet sleepy student. What joy you've brought me, these past months. Merry Christmas dearies, and happy early new year.

"So if I beat you at this, if I get to the other side of the house-"

"Sanctum."

"Strange, you're killing his flow."

"If I get to the other side of the sanctum before the two of you, my bedtime is at one am instead of at eleven? That's what we're agreeing to?"

Peter watched as Tony cleared his throat, nervously glanced over at Stephen and sighed in defeat as the man stared at the floor too hard. "Jesus, don't go over it like a lawyer or a sorcerer," Stephen's head snapped up and why do they always have this conversation, "is it fair? Yes. Do we both agree? Yes, now get ready to sprint or fly or whatever it is you do while I suit up to win against our boy."

It's silly. Hilariously silly how quickly he melts when they referred to him, lovingly, angrily, tiredly, sweetly, as their boy. Peter isn't quite into that little space, but they decided to wear soft and fluffy pjs today while in the house and his have cute tiny green frogs jumping on lily pads so half way there, really. And he may have warm Hello Kitty slippers on which means that mindset is approaching faster by the second.

Tony has his Iron Man tank top on, a 'flimsy piece of clothing that does nothing useful except highlight some very nice aspects of our ridiculous partner', the accompanying short shorts and some wool socks Peter knit for him a few months back. They hug tan legs in varying heights, are two completely different shades of red and one has buttons while the other most definitely does not. They're Tony's fave pair.

Stephen is sulking, hitching up too long navy silk arms in a futile effort to not be performing magic with floppy sleeves flailing about in the pine scented air. It's a very nice color on him and his heart always constricts when the mage puts that set on, is proud he picked it out for Stephen on one of Tony's trips to Bali. The pants, thank God, are rolled and tied around the tall man's calves so he doesn't trip into a portal while fighting bad guys inside said portal.

( "it only happened once."

"Yeah, yeah, just eat your sand dusted take out. Peter finally has a free weekend and you forget to check the food while switching portals."

"At least it's not bland! And I have next weekend off. I could ask May to bring food. In an airtight container."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Eat your sushi rolls." )

Tony's armour is slowly encasing the man, tenderly mummyfying him as Stephen stretches his fingers. "I am a doctor first and then a sorcerer, thank you very much. I am also gonna kick butt and Peter here will sleep early tonight. Count of three?"

He slides into place between them, dances on his tiptoes, gently flicks his wrist to warm up the web shooters. Stephen draws some fancy smancy gold circles thrumming with power, Tony is now fully enveloped in metal and testing out the new thrusters and a very unimpressed cat acts as referee.

"One."

He shakes off the excess energy, inhales through his mouth slowly. Tony's engine come to life and the gold circles seem to shine a tad brighter.

"Two."

Exhale now. Focus. Tense up the legs, prepare the lungs, have the web shooters ready. The doctor sways from side to side. Their tin man crouches.

"Wait, who's gonna say three?"

"Do I say three or do you say three? Because I'm a little hurt over that, you know."

"Three!"

The awesome facial bros are off like rockets, steam and stardust coat every corner of the house, metal is scraped on brick, sparks fly off magic and electric light bulbs and it's a very close thing.

Which Peter can recognize and notice since he's half a house away from the starting point in five seconds thanks to a loving cape that decided it wanted to help out a boy with pleading eyes and a tendency to cuddle those that make him happy.

"Hey! That is unfair, mister."

"This is why I have to go over things, Tony."

"I'm gonna leave you guys to it while Mr Cape and I snuggle on the couch." And off they go, leaving a tin man and a puffed up, scraggly lion in their wake.

------

They all fall asleep at ten anyway, canoodling on the wide couch with a certain cape draped over like a blanket. He's sleeping too. Quite happily, in fact. If he could get Peter to stop drooling on him, that'd be great though.

(It's fine. Honest. Kinda cute.)

@professional-benaddict @sugar-and-spice-parker @drarryismyshit07 @bee @vanillapeter @estelsberry

#starker #starkerstrange #little!peter #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #peter x tony #i am sleepy #tony stark #my writing #three soft bois and a cape #now thats a fam #i can rally behind #ah and a cat #thw cat

[imaginefan]

Photography Connection

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 841

Requested: Anon

Request: Request: Spider-Man one-shot (original one), Peter and reader both enjoy photography and get paired up to do a photoshoot. Lots of cuteness and flirting:)

You had taken Photography because you actually liked the class but most people took it because it was one of those easy classes so that meant that there was a lot of time that you wished you were somewhere else. You knew that you were heard for a particularly taxing week when you walked into your class and saw the word paired-projects on the board. There was a good chance that you were going to be paired with someone who really didn't care about the work, you resigned yourself to that fact when you for to the end of the lesson and the teacher started reading out the names of people paired together. "(Y/N)." You looked up when he called your name "your with Peter." 

Peter Parker, you looked over at the boy across the room from you and smiled, he was one of the few in this class because he liked the subject, there was never a time that he wasn't taking pictures not that you were ever the subject of any of the them, he was also one of the most attractive people in the classroom and you were hoping that you'd get to make him the subject of some of your pictures, you noticed that he never really liked spending any time in front of the camera.

Later that day Peter was the one who found you "Hi." He greeted and you smiled.

"Hey." You waved as you threw books back into your locker.

"What are we going to do for this project?" He asked.

"Well there's a lot that we have to think about, we need to decide what we want to use as well." You sighed. "Let's get some ideas and meet on Saturday at the cafe around the corner from here and we can decide what we're doing from there." 

"Sounds like a plan." He nodded before walking away, you watched as he walked away before grabbing everything that you needed to take home and walking out of the school.

The project was pretty simple, you needed to take a series of photos using everything apart from your face to tell someone a little something about yourself, you didn't really know what you wanted to tell the world about you so when you went to meet Peter you really didn't have anything for him "So?" He asked.

"I'm sorry I really don't know what to do?" You asked "at least not for myself." 

"You have ideas for me?" He asked a small smile on his face as he leant forward on the table, you shrugged "Go on I want hear it." 

"Well your always being told to get off the skateboard at school, I thought that we could do something like that." You answered with a shrug "that's a big part of you." 

"You know a lot about me, we haven't had a proper conversation before this." He said and you looked at him and shrugged.

"Guess I just pay attention to people that..." You trailed as you realised what you were going to say "...I could end up working with." 

"Uh huh." He smiled as his eyes moved to the street before he looked back at you. "Wait here." He ordered before running across the street to a flower stall when he turned he was holding a bouquet of pink Chrysanthemums and white lilies before coming back over. "I've got an idea for your photo come with me." 

Peter lead you up onto the roof of an apartment building before handing you the bouquet "hold those in front of your face." He ordered.

"You want me to cover up my face that bad?" You asked.

"I really wish I didn't have to but that's what they want." He shrugged. "Where's you camera?" 

"In my bag." You answered.

"Can I get it?" He asked and you nodded, he took out your camera and put it around your neck fiddling with the strap and the camera until it sat perfectly on your chest, he smiled before grabbing his camera and getting into position and snapping the photo.

“So why these flowers?” You asked as he asked you to move slightly

“The meaning behind them.” He answered moving you to a completely different position “They mean friendship, loyalty, devotion, cheerfulness, modesty and innocence.” Peter nodded to himself when he was done before moving the flowers so that he could see your face. "There you are." 

"This was a lot of effort for one photo." You mumbled "These probably cost you a lot of money."

"Don't worry I bought them for a pretty girl, I don't mind." He smiled and you looked at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Come on we still have to take your photo." You gestured for him to follow you down.

"Only if you promise that we'll hang out more after this." He wagered and you looked at him and smiled.

"I'm sure that can be arranged." You agreed and he smiled as he followed after you.

Requests and general question!

#marvel #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #peter parker #peter parker one shots #peter parker imagine #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

[jewishbarbies]

glor’s mcu ⇢ emery walker aka tonic

Emery Walker never knew her parents. They were killed in an accident before she was old enough to remember them and was raised by her two older sisters, namely her eldest sister Lily. Together, the siblings worked hard to keep the family bakery, Walker’s Wonders, afloat throughout the years. Then, as Emery entered her freshman year of highschool, tragedy struck twice—Lily was killed on her way home from a corner store. A victim of opportunity.

Emery and her only remaining sister, Rachel, lived and worked together moving forward, spending all their time on the bakery to help equally ignore and process their grief. One evening as the sisters were closing up for the night, Emery was careless with a box cutter and accidentally sliced Rachel’s hand. It was in the frantic scramble for pressure on the bleeding wound that Emery felt a pinch. The wound disappeared. The Walker sisters agreed it was safest to keep Emery’s ability between them moving forward, so she kept it to herself into her senior year of high school.

It was then she met Peter Parker. And suddenly, she wasn’t the only one with a life changing secret.

gcu tag: @moustache-bonnet

tag list: @starcrossedjedis @heirsoflilith @phoenixsupremacy  @eddiemunscns @darknightfrombeyond @sgtbuckyybarnes @raith-way @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @chlobenet @edwardsshinyvolvo  @chrissymunson @katiekinswrites @arrthurpendragon  (want to be added? hmu ♡)

#fyeahsuperverseocs #gcu #emery walker #bloodmoon #mine #my edits #the FINAL version of this oc #i feel like i've done nothing but change her since 2017 #but this is the version i'm sticking with #she has way more dimension and fits the universe better

[twoidiotwriters1]

Iron 3 (Peter Parker x F!Oc)

Words: 1,756

Masterlist

Chapter 2  / Chapter 4

Tony Stark's trip to showcase the new Jericho missile is a success with the military, but when soldiers take him back, they’re intercepted and the billionaire is kidnapped.

Both Lily and Pepper find out by watching television. The call from Colonel James Rhodes confirms their fears. Although the information isn’t much, the important thing is that they’re doing everything to find him.

Pepper Potts concentrates on everything she has to do for the company without her boss. Working for Tony for so many years has formed a special connection, even if it is not the conventional one. Sometimes thoughts of possible horrible scenarios come to her mind, but she pushes them away.

Something she can be thankful for is the company of little Lily, who also can't help but worry about the man. He may not have been kind, but no one deserves to be tortured.

The tension remains for three long months, the wait for news from Tony along with the paternity results in the envelope which has not been opened. Nobody knows what to do in a situation like this.

Rhodes keeps searching for his best friend with the help of the army. Pepper and Happy take care of the little girl. The relationship between Tony and Lily's small circle has been strengthened in all this time, even Rhodey receives some calls from her asking if he’s okay and if he has found Tony. Regardless of the test results, they would protect Lily.

At the end of the three months, the new news give everyone a great respite. Tony Stark is alive and returns home.

Although Lily wants to meet Tony along with Pepper and Happy, they won't let her. Surely there would be a lot of reporters and they’d ask a lot of questions if they see the girl.

For those cases, Pepper had already arranged a babysitter. A difficult task, but she managed to find a twenty year old girl, she has no idea who the girl is, nor who hired her. The contact was a Stark Industries worker. With that problem solved, they both wait in Pepper's apartment.

Jessica the babysitter isn't so bad, Lily thinks. The only bad thing is that she spends a lot of time on her phone.

Lily searches all the channels for any news about Tony and finds one where they’re broadcasting a press conference with him eating a hamburger.

"That man must be crazy," Jessica says from the couch.

"Why?"

“He just said that he will no longer make weapons. His company produces the most. He’ll run out of money,” She explains.

Lily frowns.

Why would Tony stop producing what makes so much money?

***

"Did you think I wasn't going to find out about the girl, Tony?"

“Obie…”

Obadiah Stane raises his hand to interrupt him.

"It hurts me that you don't trust me.”

Tony sighs.

"I didn't have much time to explain everything to you and after my obligatory vacation, I couldn't do it.”

"Is she yours or not?"

“I don't know, I haven't seen the results. But, I don't think you called me for this,” Tony tries to deflect that topic as soon as possible. He can't handle this now.

They walk through Stark Industries until they reach the room where the Arc Reactor is. They argue about the actions of the company and how it affects Tony's decision. He tries to show Stane another form of energy, but in the end he fails to do much.

Happy waits for him in the limousine to take him back to the house. Tony gets in the car.

"Sir, Lily asked me to give you this," says Happy, handing him a folded paper. "She's already at your house," He informs and starts the car.

Tony unfolds the paper, finding a drawing made with colored crayons. A big house, the sea behind and three people standing in front. The names Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper are written under each person in crooked letters. The man can't help but smile, but what he’s really surprised about is seeing the fourth person in the air with outstretched arms. It's him with a big smile and the words 'I'm alive' next to him. He doesn’t know whether to feel fear at those words or simply laugh at the idea.

The truth is that during his experience in Afghanistan, he did think about her. How his life would be if the test was positive. If he’d manage to get out of that situation and return to have a family. Images from his childhood, everything he lived with his parents came to his mind.

Howard Stark was not the best father in the world. Tony doesn't remember loving or encouraging words from him, no matter how hard he tries. He discussed this with his assistant and his friend Yinsen, who was very helpful in giving real advice, but even so, he still doesn't believe that he’s capable of raising a girl. He doesn't have a clue how to do it.

“Sir," Happy interrupts his thoughts. “We’re home.”

***

"You're good?”

“Yes."

"You don't look good.”

"Well, I am," Tony answers, arranging some things in his workshop.

"Did you like my drawing?"

"It could be better.”

Lily frowns. It’s not the answer she expected. Maybe that means he wants more drawings, to see how much I can improve, she thinks.

“Okay.”

Tony takes off his shirt and leans back on a table. He connects several cables to his body. Lily looks at him curiously and notices the circle in the center of his chest.

"What is that?”

"You wouldn’t understand.”

"Doesn't it hurt?"

“No."

"How does it work?"

“You wouldn’t understand-"

“Try me,” She cuts him off. She’s sick of that answer. Tony sighs.

"This little wheel of light,” He touches it. “It's what keeps me alive, it works so that the shrapnel doesn’t reach my heart.”

"What is shrapnel?"

"Fragments of a missile that tried to kill me.”

She nods.

"And what are you going to do now?"

“Update it. Jarvis, call Miss Potts.”

"Can I ask another question?"

"You already did.”

"I'll ask another question," She informs. Tony brings his lips together to avoid a smile.

“Okay."

“Your dad was also an inventor. Did he answer all your questions?"

Tony frowns. He could never ask so many questions to his father. Howard kept him as far away as possible, but he had other teachers or he did research himself.

Pepper's arrival interrupts them. Her steps are nervous, she thought that finally her boss would want to know the result of the paternity test, but seeing that he needs her for something else, she leaves the envelope on a table.

The man explains what she has to do to replace the reactor in his heart with a better one. Lily looks amused as Pepper panics and Tony tries to relax her, but it only upsets her further.

"It's like the game ‘operating'."

"What is that?" asks Pepper scared.

"I know what it is, can I try it?"

"No!" The two adults answer. She makes a face.

When the machines sound faster on alert, Lily freaks out and looks around for something she can help out with, but she doesn't know what all of Tony's toys work for. But Pepper manages to solve it in time and everything ends.

“You're better?" She asks approaching again.

“Yes, Kid. Back off,” He answers, pulling her away a bit.

Pepper wipes her hands. Tony explains what she has to do with the old reactor, she nods, but after she clears her throat.

"We have a pending issue,” Tony turns to see them. Pepper points to the girl.

“Right," He sighs. "Just tell me if she's mine or not.”

"Don't you want to see the papers?"

Tony sits on a bench and looks at Lily.

“No."

Pepper opens the envelope carefully. Reads every detail and sighs in relief. She smiles and looks up at her boss.

“Lily's your daughter, sir.”

Tony doesn't take his eyes off the girl.

“Fine."

Pepper notices the tension between them.

"Just fine?"

"Yes, that's it,” Now he stares at the redhead. "Thank you, Miss Potts.”

The redhead nods unsure and leaves the workshop.

Tony makes a face and returns to the girl.

"You got scared?" He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“What did you think?"

"I don't want to lose my dad so soon,” She cocks her head. "I just found him.”

"I should take you to an orphanage.”

“You'll do it?"

“You’d be better with someone else.”

"But I don't want to be an orphan.”

“Nobody wants to be. I am.”

"Is that why you're always sad?"

He opens his mouth thinking of an attack, but he decides to avoid it.

“This is a bad idea. Being my daughter, I don't recommend it.”

“Well, not that I have a choice. My mom is no longer at home and…” She sighs. "I don't think she wants me back.”

Tony puts his hands to his face and groans.

“Fine," He gets up and looks around. "I have other things to do. Pepper will handle the paperwork."

“Can I help?"

Tony walks to a desk and touches the surface. Holograms of plans and folders are projected in front of him. Lily approaches the desk, Tony looks at her from the corner of his eye, maybe he can admit that it is nice to have someone who’s easily impressed.

He and Jarvis talk about a secret project, outside of any Stark Industries business.

"I don't want this to fall into the wrong hands.”

"What about mine?" Lily asks. She raises both hands showing him her palms.

He sighs.

“They're still wrong, but,” He cocks his head. “I guess you're a Stark now. That's enough,” He crouches down to her level. "You can’t tell anyone about this.”

"Not even Happy?"

“I'll take care of Pepper, Happy and Rhodes. This shouldn't get out of here unless I say so. Okay?" He offers his hand.

“Deal," They shake hands. “Can I help?"

"Only if you follow my rules.”

"Which are?"

“Don't get in the way. Do exactly what I tell you and don't ask so many questions.”

She frowns at the last rule.

"I can't help it, how can I help you if I don't know what to do?"

He rolls his eyes.

"Fine, we’ll have a limit of questions.”

“Fine," She answers in a deep voice, imitating his. She smiles looking at him, but she stops when he doesn't.

"This will be more complicated than I thought.”

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[burytherosemarysprigs]

history student falls in love with astrophysics student

A/N: So, keaten st. james is one of my favourite poets and every time I read this poem, I am reborn. it’s soo beautiful. anyways when i thought of astrophysics, i was like yes. peter could most definitely be interested in it so yeah. this was born. also im also lovesick now.

/ Masterlist /

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: ‘history student falls in love with astrophysics student’ --- Inspired by the poem of the same name by Keaton St. James.

...

Peter realized he was in love with you as you both sat against the willow tree – backs pressed against the tree bark and limbs tangled in a mess of uncomfortable angles as the quiet settled around you both.

‘Listen,” You whispered, shoulder nudging his so he turns his head to face yours as you stare above at the willow leaves swaying in the delicate spring breeze, dewy and delicate, “Nine hundred and fifty years before Jesus was a child shaking willow leaves out of his tangled curls, the author of the song of Solomon wrote: behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.”

Your words are a tangent against the silence and Peter gives a small shake of his head as a small smile spreads across his face.

“I – “

“What I’m trying to say is that,” You cut him off, twisting around in his arms, the plucked grass lily that you were previously twirling around in your fingers was now being tucked behind his ear as you reached out to frame his jaw in your hands to bring yourself impossibly closer to him, “In this universe which sculpted itself from a baptism of fire, I am the moon swept up by your tenderness.”

Your words are ever so soft, ever so loving that Peter thinks he’s dreaming so he tightens his hold around your waist just to make sure you’re real. That you’re sitting here, thumbs tracing circles on the underside of his jaw, nose almost bumping his as time slips away – quietly. So quietly, that everything that isn’t skin, and bone feels non-existent. Everything that isn’t you doesn’t matter.

Peter doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say so he does what he can by sliding his hands at the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair and you melt in his touch as he pulls you into a kiss. Eyelids fluttering close and you almost sigh because it’s dizzying.

Peter realized he was in love with you then because there was always something more to you than your words. They were almost untouchable, but there was something softer underneath, something more tender. Something that felt a lot like love.

…

He pulls away from you.

Lips bruised in hues of darker pinks and the sensation of something unreachable resting between him and you.

His hands are tangled in your hair and creeping up your thigh.

Your dress is red, and it’s crinkled against the chipped cream wall you’re pressed against and you almost release a whine at the loss of contact.

“Peter – “

He shushes you, a finger lightly pressed against your lipstick smudged lips until he moves his hand comes to cradle your face and you wrap your arms tighter against his neck while your legs tighten around his waist as you quietly gaze at him and that’s when you suddenly laugh.

Somehow, in the dark room of a stranger’s house as the drumbeats resonate off of the walls while the moonlight streams in through the open curtain, you find humour laced in between the thin walls, between the space of you and Peter, and Peter. Oh, God. Peter.

He’s looking at you with a look in his eyes that you want to ingrain it in your mind – you want to replay it over and over again till you’re lovesick with every delicate curve – from the way his lips are parted open and his eyes are a honey brown in the sombre light falling on his.

He manages to run a hand through his hair and sleek curls fall into his face as he sighs.

“You don’t know,”

He whispers. It’s small and it’s soft, unsure if he knows what he’s saying, and you furrow your eyebrows in response.

“What?” Voice coming out quieter than you intended because it feels like Peter didn’t hear you.

“That you’ve got me dreaming foreign words: gravity, ellipsis, perigee, until all I can think about is becoming anchored into orbit around the saltwater-green landscape of your laughter.”

“Oh.” You breathe out.

Suddenly it feels like a lucid dream. Pressed against a wall by a boy who reminds you of hope and the only thing that separates him from the nothingness is the moon at its fullest, dancing shadows on his face as you pull him closer to you until the taste of cherry wine and a hint of whiskey fogs your mind as you both try to reach for something unreachable.

…

It’s quiet in the corner of the party that you’ve occupied, mindlessly sipping on your glass of rosé in your disoriented haze. You’re observing the dim lights of the room and the small chatter that occupies it – and it all seems so distant. The valentine’s day balloons, chocolate candies and tawdry, pink hearts stuck on the bleak walls seem so indistinct in your mind.

“Hey.” Arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a familiar chest as Peter’s lips ghost over your ear – sending shivers up your spine and you almost lose grip on your wine glass.

“Hi.” You’re sure he doesn’t hear your breathy whisper in the blaring music that fills the room, but he takes hold of your free hand to spin you around to face him and you somehow manage to not sigh at the sight of his face – soft brown eyes and smooth skin, glowing off the LED pink lights.

“What’re you doing alone in the corner of the party?” His voice is laced with amusement as he watches you lean against the wall to face him with a matching smile.

“Just thinking.” You’re tipsy and feeling dopey as you watch Peter laugh in response, his eyes crinkling in the corner and Adam’s apple bobbing.

“About what?”

About you. About today. About everything. But you don’t know how to put that into words for him to understand, so you only lean in closer to him and he dips his head to listen to you clearer.

“Plato of ancient Greece wrote that the souls we each have now are only halves. That in a frenzy of blood, Zeus severed us from each other, so we rely on the blind tugging of our hearts.” You recite this like it’s written on the back of your hand and with such irrevocability that Peter can only nod as you grasp on the collar of his dress shirt and your noses almost bump each other’s.

“You say my name and I want to knit my bones into your bones,” There’s a hint of desperation in your voice as you speak. “Smooth away the boundaries of our heartbeats.”

Until the only thing that makes sense is you and me.

…

It’s the stillness of a quiet winter’s day that has both you and Peter cocooned in a bed, mindlessly drawing shapes on each other’s skin and warm sweaters pooling between both of you as the textbook on ‘Classic Civilizations’ is discarded on the floor next to the foot of the bed and the textbook on ‘Celestial Mechanics’ is left unopened on the wooden desk in the corner of the room as the beauty of everything frozen in frost stills the room. Both of you are immersed in the comfort of the silence until Peter raises his head – resulting in his untamed curls to flop around and you shift in his grasp to try to face him better.

“Do you trust me?”

It confuses you. His voice is raspy and deep, and the words are obscuring.

“What do you mean?”

He smiles. But it’s not like any other smile of his that you remember – this ones’ oddly sentimental that it feels almost lovesick.

“What I’m trying to say is that,” He pauses, as if trying to find some meaning. Some purpose in what he’s about to say. “If the temperature inside those wild pockets of interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero, carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together in the dark nebula to form stars.”

He knows how dizzying his words make you and you’re almost in a daze.

“And, if you’re ready, I want to make you shiver like that.”

...

Le Fin,

so how was it??

should I do more poetry prompts?

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[sassy-starker]

Welcome To The Neighborhood

This took me a bit since I was setting up my dorm and starting classes.

This is a mob boss!Tony AU mixed with a coffee shop AU!

TW: guns, blood, violence Tony Stark was a name to be feared.  Everybody knew who he was, for he practically ran the entirety of New York, but nobody knew what he looked like.  It was better for the man if they couldn’t recognize him but still feared him.

Tony Stark was a rich mob boss who could get anything he wanted, so why the hell was he currently living in a shitty, run-down apartment in Queens?  Well, that’s a story and a half.

People were beginning to look for Tony, wanting to find out who he is so they could possibly take him down, which was impossible, but it was still a threat.  So, he consulted the most loyal men and women he had and they came up with a plan.

Tony Stark was currently Will Garner, a writer who was barely scraping by and lived in a run-down apartment in Queens.  It was the perfect disguise.

Tony assumed that nobody in the apartment building would try to greet him and give him a banana bread to welcome him like people did in suburbs and TV shows, and he didn’t mind it in the slightest.  Luckily, he was almost right.

Keyword: almost.

Three days after Tony moved in, there was a soft series of knocks on his door.  It was around five pm, which felt awfully late for someone to come over to his apartment.  He dragged himself off his couch and slugged over to the door, ready to tell someone off.  When he opened the door, though, any thoughts of telling the knocker to fuck off were completely gone.

In front of Tony stood a young man with curly brown hair, glasses, and a bright smile on his face.  He was holding a platter of cookies with plastic wrap over it.

“Hi! I’m Peter Parker! I just wanted to welcome you to the building.”

Peter Parker might have been the most wonderful name that Tony had ever heard.  The boy spoke quickly and quietly, adding more to the attractiveness of him.  Tony didn’t have a chance to say anything before the man spoke up again.

“I meant to come by earlier, but I’ve been taking extra shifts to scrape by,” Peter explained sheepishly. “I was able to get my hands on some ingredients, though, so I made an assortment of cookies because I wasn’t sure what you liked.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Tony said, cutting off his rambling.  Peter gave him a small smile that Tony returned.

“Just thought it would be nice to welcome you, uh . . .” Peter started but trailed off, waiting for Tony’s name.

“Will Garner,” Tony told him smoothly and without missing a beat.

“It’s nice to meet you, Will,” Peter said and handed the platter over.

“Do you want to come in? We could just chat and get to know each other. I haven’t really had a chance to meet anyone since I moved here,” Tony asked while motioning inside.

“I’d love to,” Peter replied with a blush painting his cheeks, “but I have a shift in a few minutes and really have to get going.  We could always meet up later if you’re okay with it.”

“Sounds good.”

Peter smiled again and turned around to head out, but before he reached the staircase, Tony called out, “And, Peter?”

The young man turned around and looked at Tony.

“Thank you for the cookies.”

+++

A week later and Tony still hadn’t had a chance to sit down and talk with Peter.  Every time he saw the man, he was heading out to a shift at wherever he worked or Tony himself was going out to a meeting with the higher-ups in the mob who knew where he was.

Tony was walking back from one of those meetings, tired as hell because it had gone on until it was eleven.  Now it was nearing half-past eleven and he needed to just get back before he collapsed of exhaustion.  His eye was caught, though, by a little coffee shop about two blocks from his apartment.  Making a quick decision, he walked inside.

The coffee shop was small and cozy.  There were couches toward the back of the store and almost all of the seats were armchairs.  Everything was mismatched in a way that made it stand out without feeling out of place.  The shop was warm and smelled of fresh coffee and vanilla.  Nobody was at the counter, but there was a bell with a small sign written in chalk that read ‘ring for service’.

Tony rung the bell as he looked at the menu and the display case of pastries.  When someone walked out and he glanced up, he saw Peter Parker in the flesh.

“Peter,” he said with a smile, surprising the boy, “I didn’t know you worked here!”

“Oh, hey, Will!” Peter greeted cheerily. “Yeah, I’ve been working here for a few years to save up for college.  What are you doing out this late?”

“I was working on my novel and decided I wanted to grab some coffee, so I wandered around a bit before I found this place,” Tony told him, the lie easily rolling off his tongue.

Peter gave a soft laugh and asked him what he wanted to order, to which Tony replied, “What would you suggest?”

“If you’re looking for something strong, then I would suggest the Snapdragon blend, but if you’re looking for something more light and sweet, then I’d say you should go with the Lily Latte.”

“I think I’ll go with the Snapdragon,” Tony decided and reached into his wallet to pay, but was interrupted by Peter.

“It’s on the house,” the boy said, turning around and beginning to make the coffee.

“Are you sure?” Tony asked him.

“Completely.”

Tony leaned against the counter as Peter made his drink, letting silence fall over the cafe.  The smell of the blend wafted through the shop, making the air feel warm and full.

“So, everything here is named after flowers?” Tony questioned, breaking the silence.

“Yep!” Peter answered with a smile, handing over the coffee.  When their hands touched briefly, his face turned red, which made Tony smile a bit.  “My friend’s dad owns the place and started it up when I was fifteen.  My friend, his dad, and I had been brainstorming themes and I came up with the flower idea.  He started it and I got a job.  Been working here ever since.”

“It’s nearly as cute as you,” Tony told him nonchalantly.  It made Peter’s face turn a darker shade of red.  “Do you wanna sit with me and finally get around to talking?  It doesn’t seem like it’s super busy at the moment.”

“Uh, sure,” Peter replied. “I’m just gonna make myself something to drink first.  Make yourself comfortable.  As the boy turned around to start working on his own beverage, Tony began to look around for a good place to sit.  Eventually, he decided on the couch near the back of the store.  He plopped himself down and waited for the boy.  When he finally lifted the mug to his mouth and took a sip of the coffee, he thought he was in heaven.

“Peter, this might be the best coffee I have ever had,” Tony told him seriously when the boy plopped down in the armchair next to the couch Tony was sitting on the corner of.

“You’re just saying that,” Peter replied with a blush before taking a sip from his own mug.

“I am dead serious, Pete.”

The next while was filled with chatter and getting to know each other.  Tony found himself actually telling the truth about himself when it came to things he liked and his inner problems.  Of course, he had to lie when it came to his career and his heritage, but he was as truthful as he could be in the situation.  When the clock on the wall began chiming to announce that it was five am, Peter took his and Tony’s mugs and walked back behind the counter to wash them, the mob boss following him and leaning over the counter to keep him in his line of vision.

“My shift’s over and my replacement for the morning shift will be here any second, so I’ve got to get back home to sleep before my next shift,” Peter told Tony as he dried the mugs with a towel and put them back on a shelf.  Tony couldn’t help but note how all of the mugs were mix-matched just like the rest of the shop.

“We can walk back together,” Tony replied.  Peter smiled at him and the two began to leave.  As they walked out, a woman walked through the door in the same uniform Peter was wearing.  The two baristas greeted each other and that was the end of it.

Peter and Tony walked back to the apartment complex in silence, basking in each other’s company.  When they got into the building, they climbed the stairs until they reached the third floor, which was where Peter’s apartment was.  Peter unlocked the door and opened it, but turned around before he walked through.

“Thanks for stopping by the shop today,” the younger man said before going up on his tiptoes to be able to reach and kissing Tony on the cheek.  Then, with a bright blush and no more words, he walked through the door and closed it behind him.

Tony stood in front of the door, frozen with shock.  Slowly, he lifted a hand to the cheek where Peter had kissed him and smiled.  He turned around and climbed the stairs up to the fourth floor, going into his own apartment and collapsing onto the couch.  He was on cloud nine.  He fell into a dream-filled sleep that he didn’t wake up from until the afternoon.

+++

“Are you even paying attention, Tony?” Natasha asked him with a glare.  She was sitting right next to him at the conference room table that also had all the higher-ups sitting around it.  Tony snapped out of his daydream and turned to her.

“Of course. Why?” he asked, feigning innocence.

Natasha sighed in exasperation and gave a roll of her eyes.  Everybody else watched the interaction go down without a word.

“Seriously,” Steve spoke up with a serious voice, “what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony assured him, but it didn’t really convince anybody at the table.

“I know that look,” Rhodey chimed in an annoyed tone. “I know that look and that is a dangerous look.”

“What look?” Sam asked him, confusion laced into his voice.

“The look,” Natasha answered with a tired and annoyed glare at Tony.

“I don’t have the look!” Tony defended.

“You have the look and denying it only makes it worse,” Rhodey told him.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky cut in, “but what’s the look?”

“The look that Steve had when he first started hanging out with you,” Natasha explained, turning to Bucky.

“Wait,” Bucky said, making everybody turn to him. “Are you in love, Tony?”

“I’m not in love!”

“You’re in love,” Rhodey said conclusively.

“Who is it?” Steve questioned with a mischievous smile.

“Nobody!” Tony replied with a glare.

“You’re not leaving until you tell us who it is,” Bucky told him, mimicking Steve’s smile.

“I cannot believe I let all of you be my higher-ups,” Tony groaned, putting his head down on the cold table.

“Tell us! Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!” Sam began to chant, Bucky and Steve joining in.  The entire group began to chant it, pressuring Tony to speak up.

“His name is Peter, okay!?” Tony finally shouted, lifting his head up from the table and throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. “Are you happy now?!”

“What’s his last name, Tony?” Natasha interrogated.

With a sigh, Tony answered, “Parker. His name is Peter Parker.” 

Natasha pulled her laptop out of her satchel.  It looked inconspicuous enough, but it was equipped with gear and equipment powerful enough to hack the pentagon.  She began to search through files about Peter Parker, wondering if there was any dirt on him.  Tony glared at her all the while.

“Peter Parker, age 21, born in New York.  His parents died in a plane crash and left him to his aunt and uncle.  Uncle died when shot during a robbery.  Aunt died of a heart attack.  He still lives in the apartment that he was raised in,”  she read off to the room.  Rhodey, who was sitting next to her, grabbed the laptop to read for himself.

“He had no affiliations with any gangs or mobs.  No criminal record.  He was top of his class and valedictorian but never went to college.  He currently works at-”

“The Vanilla Orchid,” Tony said, cutting him off. “He’s been working there since he was fifteen to save up for college.  He wants to go into chemical engineering.  He’s a genius in science and in the kitchen.”

Everyone looked up at him in shock, wondering how the man knew all of this information.

“He likes the color yellow,” Tony continued, “but also loves green.  Not lime green, but the kind of green you would find on leaves in a rainforest.  His favorite time of year is early spring because he likes to watch the snow melt away and the flowers start to bloom.  He’s never been out of New York but has always wanted to go to Venice.  He likes wool sweaters, but can’t afford them, and prefers realistic fiction over any other genre.  He uses watercolor paints when he can afford them and always, always, carries a polaroid camera with him.”

“How do you know so much about him?” Steve asked in bewilderment.

“We hang out when he has night shifts and it’s not busy at the cafe,” Tony told him with a shrug.

“You really like this guy, don’t you?” Rhodey asked Tony softly.

“Yeah,” Tony told him with a soft smile. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Go get him, hoe!” Sam told him while pumping a fist in the air.  Everybody laughed and got back to the meeting.

+++

For the next month after Peter kissed Tony on the cheek, the two had been dancing around each other.  They flirted when they hung out at the cafe and dropped slight hints in their text messages.  Tony would constantly compliment him in an effort to see him turn red and stumble over his words.  Peter always seemed embarrassed by how he reacted to the sweet words, but Tony had assured the young man that he found it cute.

It had been a month of staying up all night at the cafe and talking on the phone and good morning and goodnight texts.  It was sweet and Tony was just falling deeper and deeper in love with Peter, which is why he decided to finally invite the younger man to his apartment.

Tony and Peter had arranged for Peter to come around at one pm so they had time to hang out before Peter’s afternoon and night shifts, but enough time for Peter to sleep after his shift that went until five am.  Tony had been rushing around to make sure that any clues of who he truly was were hidden away and kept secret.  Of course, he made sure that he had some weapons hidden around every room in the event that someone found him, but he wanted to be sure that Peter didn’t see them.

At one pm exactly, there was a knock on Tony’s door.  When he opened it up, he saw Peter holding a container of brownies, presumably homemade.  He was wearing a wool, pastel purple sweater and a pair of white jeans along with black ballet flats.  He was smiling that bright smile and had a faint blush painted across his cheeks.

Tony moved aside to let Peter in and shut the door behind the boy.  Peter set the brownies down on the kitchen counter and turned to Tony.

“How’s the novel going?”

Tony laughed and sat down on the couch, motioning for Peter to join him.  The younger man sat as close to him as he could without their bodies touching.

“The novel’s going well,” Tony told him, lying through his teeth. “I’ve been going back and editing some bits to make sure that the chapters I’m writing now are making sense.  I want to make sure there aren’t any plot holes.  How’s the cafe going?”

“Really well, actually,” Peter told him. “We’ve been getting a lot of customers! It’s busy, but that means more money going into the cafe and more tips.”

Tony gave a small laugh at that.

The two began to talk, discussing anything and everything in the world.  Tony asked Peter about colleges he would like to go to and Peter asked Tony about his writing.  The two teased each other about small things, unafraid to joke about each other.

A little over an hour after Peter came over, they started hearing voices outside the door.  The two looked at each other at first but brushed it off as a neighbor having some people over, but when the voices didn’t go away, they became suspicious.  Dread began to build up in Tony’s stomach, having a feeling about what was happening.  He pressed a button on his watch to alert his higher-ups of what was happening and then turned to Peter.

“I need you to hide in the bedroom.”

“Tony, I-” Peter started.

“There’s no time!” Tony cut him off urgently. “You have to hide!”

“Tony, I know what’s-” Peter tried again.

“Please, Peter!” Tony pleaded, motioning him to the bedroom.  Before either could say anything more, the door was kicked in.  Men and women in black suits entered, pointing guns at Tony.  Tony had already grabbed a gun that was secured under the coffee table, though, and was ready for it.

It was a standoff and everyone was silent . . .

Until a gun was fired toward Peter.

The young man moved out of the way in time so only his shoulder was grazed.  Before Tony could even fire, Peter pulled out a gun from the waistband of his jeans and fired at the woman who had tried to shoot him, a bullet going right through her heart.  Everyone stared at him in shock and Peter took the opportunity to fire.  He shot three more people dead, bringing everybody back to reality.

It was Peter and Tony versus the six that were alive.  The two were quick to dive behind the couch.  Tony popped up and surprised the intruders, shooting two of them dead.  The rest tried to fire, moving forward, but Tony ducked and Peter shot up, killing another.  The two crawled across the floor and took cover under the kitchen table.  Tony stopped for a moment, watching Peter, who crawled out under the other side of the table, shooting two more, one in the head and one in the chest.  With only one left, Tony crawled out from the other side and shot him in the leg, bringing him down before shooting him in the head.

The apartment was silent.

“Nice shot, Tony,” Peter laughed as he crawled out from below the table and stood up, blood still running from his shoulder.  He slowly dragged himself to the kitchen, set his gun down on the counter, and grabbed a dishrag, holding it over his shoulder and applying pressure in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Tony crawled out, too, cautiously making his way over to the kitchen, too.  He gave Peter a wary stare, eyes dropping to where he was holding the rag on his shoulder.

“How did you-” he started, but Peter cut him off.

“You’re not as slick as you think you are,” he told Tony with a joking tone. “Think about it.  Tony Stark goes on radio silence the same day that Will Garner moves into the apartment building.  The t-shirts that Will Garner wears are expensive as all hell, and yet he claims he’s an author who is barely scraping by.  Will Garner never talks about his writing unless prompted and then immediately steers the conversation away from it.  Will Garner had never published an article online and, according to government records, does not live in Queens, New York.  And that’s how I knew that you, the so-called ‘Will Garner’, is, in fact, Anthony Edward Stark, famed mob boss that controls the city.”

“You are-” Tony stopped and collapsed in a stool at the breakfast bar with a sigh. “I underestimated your smarts and ability to figure shit out.  Though, I thought you would have been running away by now.”

“I fell in love with Tony Stark,” Peter told him with a soft smile as he looked down at his feet, “but he was just under the name of Will Garner.  Same person, just with a different job.”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a job,” Tony joked, making both of them laugh.  Peter opened his mouth to say something more but was interrupted by five people running in, all with guns in their hands and ready to kill.  When they entered and saw all the dead bodies on the floor, they pointed their guns at the one person who they hadn’t seen before: Peter.

Peter put his hands up in the universal ‘I surrender’ position, causing the dishrag he was holding on his shoulder to fall to the floor.

“Guys! Guys!” Tony yelled, turning their attention to him.  “This is Peter Parker!”

“And how do we know he isn’t with them,” Steve growled with suspicion.  Natasha and Rhodey, though, lowered their guns.

“Maybe because I’m not dead and am currently bleeding,” Peter sassed with a roll of his eyes.

“And possibly because he took out seven of the men out,” Tony added on with a glare at Steve.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam lowered their guns, watching as Peter bent down and picked up the dishrag again, placing it back on his shoulder.  Tony turned away from his team to face the injured man.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, scanning his body for other injuries.

“Just a graze on my shoulder,” Peter reassured him, “but it’s kinda bleeding a lot.”

Tony looped Peter’s arm, which was the one without the blood running down it, and put an arm around his waist, helping the stumbling boy out of the apartment and down the stairs, his higher-ups following them.  He thanked whatever deity was out there that none of their neighbors were around.  He helped Peter into the car and everybody else piled in quietly, looking on as Tony laid the boy down on his back and rested his head on his lap, keeping the rag on the boy’s shoulder and gently running his fingers through his hair.

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The last thing Peter remembered was Tony helping him into a car and laying him down on the leather seats.  As he groggily woke up, he found himself in the softest bed he had ever been on.  He looked around and realized he was practically drowning in pillows and he was in a canopy bed, the sheen curtains closed around him.  

The next thing he realized was that he was dressed in silk pajamas and his shoulder was patched up.  He slowly sat up, trying not to injure his wound any further.  He blinked to get used to the natural light of the late morning streaming in through the tall and grand windows in the large room with its high ceilings.  He looked over to see Tony dozing on the other side of the large bed.  As Peter sat up completely and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the mob boss began to wake up.  Peter turned around to face him.

“Are you feeling better?” Tony asked him as he sat up and made his way over to sit next to the younger man on the ledge of the bed.

“Well, I’m not bleeding and don’t feel like I’m going to pass out,” Peter replied jokingly, “so I’d say I’m feeling better.”

Tony laughed and stood up, offering his hand to Peter.  He pulled the younger man up and let go of his hand so they could stretch.

“Let’s get you some breakfast,” Tony said and began to walk away, but Peter was frozen.

“Wait, breakfast?” Peter questioned worriedly.  Tony turned around to him.  “I missed my shift at the cafe! I didn’t even call in. Shit.”

“You were just involved in a shoot-off between two mobs and almost got shot but you’re concerned about missing your shift?” Tony questioned with bewilderment in his voice.

“Yes!” Peter exclaimed.

“Don’t worry,” Tony told him, voice returning to soft and comforting. “I called in and told them that something had happened.  It’s fine.”

The tension in Peter’s shoulders was released and his eyes filled up with relief.  He gave Tony a sincere thank you and then let the man lead him down to the kitchen.

Tony couldn’t help but watch Peter’s amazed eyes and excited face as they walked through the halls.  He marveled at the beauty of the mansion with its chandeliers and marble flooring, having never seen somewhere so nice before.

“What would you like?” Tony asked him once they reached the kitchen.  He motioned to a barstool at the breakfast bar, an invitation for Peter to sit down.

“I’m not really sure,” the younger man replied, furrowing his brow and biting on his lip as he tried to think about what he wanted.

“How about pancakes?”

The two men talked and laughed as Tony moved around the kitchen, making chocolate chip pancakes for the two of them.  Any tension in the room that had been caused by the afternoon before disappeared as they made conversation.

Finally, Tony set down a plate of pancakes in front of Peter.  As he turned away to go and grab his plate, Peter spoke up.

“Hey, Tony?” he muttered with shyness laced into his tone.

“Yeah?” the mob boss asked, turning around.

In a bout of courage that Peter had been trying to work up, he leaned forward and placed his lips on Tony’s, giving a short peck before pulling away.

“Thank you,” Peter whispered, his coffee-brown eyes meeting Tony’s whiskey eyes.

Without a word, Tony rushed forward and captured the younger in another kiss, every word they had ever shared melting into each other as they met their lips together like a tulip before it blooms.

And everything was okay at that moment.

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