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Introducing:
The Mistress -- A Spider-man Noir Mystery
I am [finally] releasing the Peter Benjamin Parker I Spider-man Noir fanfic story I have been toying with over the last 7 months.
Playlist of film noir jazz - an accompaniment on Spotify
Summary:
This is an original story set in Earth-90214, at the heart of New York city 1933. Peter Parker/Spider-man Noir. Peter is invited to the bar his friend Charlie has been running after the recent growth of his establishment after prohibition had been lifted. Upon meeting with Charlie, he learns of a plot wherein the wealthiest man in New York, owner of the bank on main street, aims to take the business away from Charlie. That same night, he meets a dame by the name of Evelyn AuClair, a French heiress sent to marry that same wealthy business man.
Can Peter Parker/Spider-man Noir save his best friend's business? Can he rescue the beautiful dame from her destined and cruel fate? Is she really all who she says she is?
Here are the long form WIPs I have going on in 2023:
- Humanity (X6-88 x Sole Survivor x Deacon) - Nick Valentine rescue/thriller piece - The Mistress -- A Spider-man Noir Mystery I did have the Thane Krios x FemShep fanfic I was writing last year, but I'm just not very motivated to finish it currently.
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FRANCIS FOREVER| PT.1
ART DONALDSON X READER
SYNOPSIS: In which Evelyn has idolised Art from the moment they first met, from his dirt blonde hair to his devotion to tennis, to the way he looks at her. Until the great tennis player, Tashi Duncans, catches the attention of her best friends, Patrick and Art. And as Tashi integrates into their once trio, she realises that her devotion has slowly turned into infatuation throughout the years.
WARNING: CHALLENGERS SPOILER, mature language, sexual themes, angst, slow burn, series.
Word Count: 3.4k
“Dr.Auclair?” The hostess confirming as she scanned the reservations list before looking up, the woman in front of her gave a nod.
She gave a polite smile before leading Evelyn to her seat with a light blush painted on her cheeks, dumbfounded by her looks.
Her heels clicked against the tile floor of the restaurant she had reserved at. Though busy, it felt as though the customers and worker’s eyes were on Evelyn the moment she entered the building.
Tuesdays night lights glimmered in dimly lit restaurant as her waitress led her to her seat with a calming view of the city, thanking her with a soft but genuine smile as she took her seat before looking down on her attire for the evening.
Evelyns day-to-day scrubs were no where to be seen, replaced with a simple but chic outfit that still hugged her body to perfection. And though she looked stunning and composed, her palms were sweaty and she felt like her heart was having palpitations as her pointer finger tapped the wooden table with a certain rhythm.
Anxious wouldn’t begin to describe how nervous she was to talk to the man she still thought about even after a decade of no communication.
STANFORD UNIVERSITY, 13 YEARS AGO.
“But Professor, you were the one who specifically instructed us to quote this extract when we’re faced with this question!” Evelyn spat as her manicured finger pointed to her script on the psychology lecturers desk.
To say that she was furious would be an understatement. For most of Evelyns life, academics had been the primary part of her existence. Never getting anything lower than an A was something she will forever pride herself in.
Until now.
As she faces her psychology professor with her brows furrowed in confusion and jaw clenched. Between the two was her first major psychology test of the semester with a large B written on it.
Professor Lynn slowly shaking his head as he pursed his lips. “There’s nothing I can do for you, Evelyn, the marking system has changed from the past few years,” he stated, as he tried to keep his composure.
Professor Lynn wasn’t unfamiliar of the infamous Evelyn Auclair. Every one of teachers had at least one story to tell about her. Like how she sat by Mrs Jackson table for 4 hours in a silent protest to change the book that they were assigned to read, as she said “This book is too elementary for the amount of money my parents pay for me to be here. Point blank.”
Whether good or bad, you’ve heard of Evelyn Auclair at least once.
Evelyn stays silent for what seems like forever as she tries her best not to curse him out, ‘He’s just trying to do his job, Eve. This isn’t personal and you shouldn’t raise your voice like that. It’s been 30 minutes since class has been over and your next class starts in 15. Come up with a solution quick,’
She thought to herself as she tapped her manicured pointer finger on his desk.
She nods her head slowly as she straightens her back, purposely connecting her eyes with his as she plastered a fake closed mouth smile.
“I'm sorry for lashing out on you like that. It was disrespectful and completely unnecessary, but please take into consideration the hard work i put into learning everything that you’ve taught us in psych and understand my frustration when the first B-” she pauses as she realizes her voice was getting louder.
Taking a deep breath in and releasing the air she continues, “when the first B I have ever gotten is a major exam which counts 45% of this semester mark” she finishes calmly.
They both stay silent for a moment, Professor Lynn trying to maintain the eye contact with Evelyn, to only look away after a moment of Evelyn intimidating eye contact.
With tension so thick you can cut it with a knife, Professor Lynn hesitantly nods his head as he lets out a sigh of exhaustion. “Okay, I'll recheck your paper, when I have the time to do so. How does that sound” he suggested weakly as he was convinced and mostly tired realizing that he had just spent 30 minutes arguing with Evelyn, ‘Who still looks like she can go for another 1 hour or two.’ Professor Lynn thought to himself
She paused for a moment, as she furrowed her brows and bit her bottom lip pretending to be deep in thought, when in actuality she knew this was the best she could get.
Finally, Evelyn nods with a neutral face, “Thank you, sir. I’ll take my leave now, enjoy the rest of your day” she offers him a soft genuine smile which he returns with a tired one.
And as she picks her bag up from the desk. She reaches for her phone in her front pocket, checking the time.
“Shit." she murmured as she practically ran out of class, she had 8 minutes left to reach her next class, which was Chem, on time.
As she sped walked through the practically empty corridors, she grabbed her phone once more to call one of her friends who shares the same classes as her, Amira.
‘Hopefully she can save me a seat in the first rows, I’m not sitting anywhere near the back. All the frat-’ Her thoughts interrupted as she bumped into someone. Almost dropping her phone in the process
“So-”
Ah.
And as she raised her head from her phone to utter out an apology, her brown eyes connected with hooded blue ones for just a moment before they looked away. It felt like, for a moment, everything had slowed down as she surveyed his appearance, taking notice of how he looked. He had almost mouse-like features, his well-kept eyebrows furrowed as he looked ahead jaw clenched. He had to be standing at, what seemed like at least 5'11 as he walked past not once looking back at her.
Finally snapping out her trance, Evelyn quickly realizing that she still hadn’t issued out her apology, "Sorry!", cringing at how loud she had sounded for some boy who didn't seem phased by the fact that she had bumped into him.
She stood there staring at the back of his form as it disappeared, fascinated by his aura, which has never happened. Most of her friends gush over boys, spewing all about how attractive they were just by how they carried themselves. Evelyn never truly understood what her friends meant by this, until now.
Almost as though she set a reminder for herself, her phone blared. Amira, read on the screen with a large print as clicked on the green button to answer.
“where are you? Class is about to start in 4 minutes,” an angry whisper inquired on the other line. Her and Evelyn had a few things in common, being punctual was one of them.
“Uh, yeah. Im almost there. Save me a seat?” she stuttered out as she began her speed walk to her next class.
It had been almost 2 weeks since the bump in with the stranger and Evelyn still thought about him.
And the more she thought about him, the more she seemed to look for him everyday. It also didn’t help that Amira had no idea who she was talking about as she stated, “Please, with the description that you gave me you just described 90% of the white boys in Stanford.”
So for now, Evelyn unconsciously settled on looking at every blonde curly head, her heart stammering hoping to find him only to be met with disappointment each time.
“Eve, you have got to join some sort of sport. You cant be waking up and breathing books every chance you get.” Amira currently tried to reason with her friend, as they sat in the cafeteria.
Evelyn shook her head as she scrunched up her face in confusion, “Why? It’ll just drain me as if Im not a premed student who isn’t already stressed by the shit ton of modules and tests i have this semester. Plus I’m a first year, i need to make this year count.” She stated before taking a bite of her apple.
The brown girl quick to respond, “That’s what Im saying! It’s your first year in college and all you can think about is books? C’mon, if not partying at least have yourself a hobby,” and before Evelyn could respond, Amira quickly shut it down. “And reading old literature doesn’t count as hobby.”
Evelyn rolled her eyes as she sighed.
“Right. Tell that to the book club which I was the president of in 10th Grade” she defended playfully with a grin.
“Im serious, Eve! I want you to enjoy your years in college.” Amira lectured as she stared at the girl whose only personality were her grades and fighting teachers because of her grades.
Evelyn sighing once more before forcing a small smile on her face, “I’ll look into some sports that don’t include ice, grass, water or having to grind or push up on anybody. How’s that?”
“Sounds like you crossed out 80% of sports by that list alone, but I’ll take what I can get.” Amira pointed out as she smiled at Eve, her eyes widened as she had an idea,
“There’s a match on Wednesday. Mens tennis with Fire and Ice playing, maybe you can accompany me?” suggested Amira with a wide smile.
And to quickly end this tedious topic of sports, Evelyn answered with a nod before changing the subject.
Wednesday had came too quickly for Evelyns liking as Amira dragged her to the tennis courts.
“This is going to be so fun! Aren’t you excited? I’m excited. Your first sports match that you’ve watched in college!” Amira babbled on as she walked past seated people, muttering out ‘excuse me’s’ between every 3rd to 4th word she said before finally sitting down in the 2nd row of bleachers right in the middle, Evelyn following suit.
“Im literally shaking out of excitement.” Evelyn narrated with faux enthusiasm as she lifted her hand towards Amira’s vision making sure her hand stood completely still.
Amira slapped her hand away making Evelyn giggle, rolling her eyes Amira was about to lecture Evelyn before her eyes caught onto the 2 boys on the court. “There they are, Fire and Ice.” Amiras manicured finger pointing to the two on the court.
And as Evelyn turned her head towards the court, her heart dropped as she realised who was on the court. Her stomach twisting as the mystery boy she had been looking for for the past two weeks had finally been found, She didn’t even know how to explain the emotions she felt when she stared at the dirt blonde who seemed to be in his own world as he stretched with his partner.
Her face must’ve given it away as she felt her friend nudge her slightly, “Theyre hot right? The brunette is Patrick Zweig, he doesn’t go to school here but he’s like really talented when it comes to tennis. he actually doesn’t go to school at all right now just doing him, i guess. I’d like to do him too but we can’t always get what we want. Then we have the blonde one,” Amira points towards him, glancing at Evelyn amused by how she seemed so invested in what Amira was saying, she leans towards Evelyn, “he’s Art Donaldson, he studies here at Stanford and is a year above us. Not sure in what he studies though, he’s got talent but not as comparable to Patricks. I feel like, and this is just my opinion, Art doesn’t really think that much of tennis as much as Patrick does. And-oh the match is starting.” Amira quick to shut her mouth as she watched the double match begin.
And as Patrick hit the first serve, Evelyn fell in love. Watching as the ball went back and forth between the two pairs, her lingering on Patrick and Art each time that hit the ball back. With each grunt and whimper that came with each stroke, the determination to win as both team’s faces are scrunched up with concentration. Evelyn cant help but lean forward as the direction of her head travelled with the ball.
And as this game played in front of her she couldn’t help but feel at peace though her palms sweated for the so called, “Fire and Ice” duo to win.
This was one of the reasons why she hated sports, it was simply unpredictable. It could reward you or leave you high or dry if it truly wanted to. Sports needed a certain type of trust from the viewers to the players, creating this bond that resembled a relationship between the viewer and the supporting team. And this match made her realise how right she was, but how oh so wrong she was to believe it was a bad to feel this way.
Her heart stammers as they were on the last set, the whole court quietly watching. And as Art served the last winning hit, Evelyn could help but stand up. “Let’s Go!” She screamed, her always composed self nowhere to be found, as some of the crowd also stood clapping.
And as she clapped she could’ve sworn she made eye contact with Art from across the court but that thought was interrupted as she felt Amira stand next pushing her playfully, “I’ve never seen you jump and scream like that before. Not even when you got first place in the Science Olympiad, looks like we’ve found your sport.” Amira teased with a grin. Evelyn smiling back at Amira as she felt light from the win of the game.
“We’ve definitely found my sport.”
Tennis was a shit sport.
Well thats what Evelyn thought everytime she couldn’t hit an ace or tripped on herself chasing the ball when she’d play with Amira. She hated not understanding something at the first try, so you can imagine her disdain when her first try turns into 4th, 4th turns into 10th and she still stumbling and missing the ball. Though she studied every video on the internet with famous tennis players and listened to each video on tennis terms for the past week, it felt like she knew nothing when she reached the court. But one thing that’ll forever remain true about Evelyn Auclair’s character was that she was no quitter.
She proved this point,as she walked inside the indoor tennis court with long strides in her tank top and tennis shorts reading the text from Amira stating that she’ll be running late. ‘When has she ever been on time?’ Evelyn questioned walking to their usual court, about to place her bag on one of the benches between the courts. And as she lifted up her head from her phone her movement came to a halt as she made eye contact with the match in front of her.
Art.
Her eyes landing on the dirt-blonde, her stomach immediately erupting with butterflies as she watched the match between him and Patrick. Though she had expected to see them here practicing sooner or later, she still felt shocked to see them. She stood in the middle of the courts bag still attached to her back completely forgetting about it, just observing the game in front of her.
Today’s practice courts were coincidentally empty , only housing the three and nobody else. So the only sounds heard where the two boys’ grunts and the ‘thwack!’ of the ball as it makes contact with the rackets.
And as the ball was passed between the two white boys, she noticed how precise Patricks serves were compared to Arts. Delivering accurate hits each time that had no clear formula to study but was simply driven by the determination to win at all cost necessary. She had also realized that she had walked in on their last set as Patrick delivered a perfect backhand that Art missed, crowning Patrick as the winner of the match.
Though Patrick won, Evelyn couldn’t help that her eyes were glued on Art after the game. How out of breathe he seemed to be and though he lost he still playfully smirked at Patrick as he walked towards him, his sweat glistening on his skin in the brightly lit court,his tongue darting to moisture his lips.
His eyes focused on Patrick who greeted him with a sly smile as he pulled Arts arm towards him, creating little distance between themselves, wiping Arts face as he began saying something that Evelyn couldn’t quite catch before lightly tapping Arts face. As he took a few slow steps backwards creating distance between themselves grinning ear to ear before turning completely around walking off the court and seemingly towards Evelyn direction.
Evelyns hands sweaty as she watches Art following behind Patrick rolling his eyes, saying something she still couldn’t decipher with a smug grin. Walking closer, Evelyn realising that they were literally walking directly towards her. She looked around for Amira as she was still nowhere to be found, only making eye contact with the bags that were placed messily on a bench near her.
Oh
She stood right next to their bags so obviously they’d be heading in her direction. She internally rolled her eyes as she thought of how delusional she was for almost thinking that they were coming to her. Evelyn stood and watched them walk past her to their bags paying her no mind as they continued to chat amongst themselves.
“Cmon Art, that backhand serve was cinematic, admit it!” boasted Patrick as he shoved his items into his bag, Art doing the same with a ghost smile while listen to the brunette ramble on about their match.
And as Art picked up his bag, he locked eyes with Evelyn, maintaining eye contact for a moment before politely smiles at her.
And even though it was just a smile that had no real intentions behind it, at that moment Evelyn experienced feelings she felt the first time she had watched them play. The indescribable emotions she felt that day came rushing back.
Evelyn smiles back almost immediately, her dimple making an appearance, clutching the strap of her bag.
“You were amazing,” she blurts out catching the attention of both boys, she internally cringes at how direct and poorly she worded that,straightening her back as she corrects herself. “in the game that you just played obviously. And last week’s double match. You both were.” She states darting her eyes to Patrick for just a moment before her eyes went back to Art as she couldn’t seem to keep them from the dirt blonde.
Smiling softly Art utters out a thank you about to say something else interrupted by Patrick wrapping his arm around Arts shoulder with a cocked head and toothy grin.
“You’re too kind. i actually thought this game was horrible. In particular, this asshole was half assing it the whole game” Art just rolls his eyes, shoving him off him. Patrick paying him no mind as he placed his hand on his chest with the same grin,“Im Patrick.” introducing himself even though he knew that she was aware of who they were by the glint in her eyes. “And this is Art.” he stated, pointing to his best friend.
“I saw you last week at our game. You were the one who screamed ‘Lets Go!’ right?” Patrick questioned as he stared with amusement at Evelyn, who nodded with an embarrassed smile on her face. “Never heard anyone shout like that at any of our games.” Patrick stated,smiling he continues, “I didn’t catch your name by the way.”
And with a small smile and a heated face, she softly introduced herself,
“Evelyn.”
CURRENTLY,
“Evelyn?”
Evelyns head slowly lifted up to the source of her name, to be met with the same hooded blue eyes she fell in loved with.
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Despicable Minions (DM AU) - New facts
1) Evelyn Wilde (née Sebastian) died of postpartum complications (i'm not a doctor, so I won't specify which complication it was). She underestimated the symptoms and when she collapsed and finally got to doctors' care, it was too late…
2) Damien Fournier (b. 25th October 1970), Tom's current husband and a founder of "Wilde-Fournier's family bakery" (formerly just "Fournier's bakery"), is half-French and half-Greek (his father is French and his mother is Greek).
'Fournier' isn't his birth surname - he was "Damien Auclair" but he changed it some months after moving to Canada.
His family was very rich and controlled his life - they forced him to study law, despite him liking different topics, and they even arranged for him to have an engagement with a wealthy young woman. Damien stood against his parents and after a long argument, instead of stopping their dirty behavior, his parents kicked him from home.
This bad experience affected his personality deeply - he became more reserved, careful and distrustful yet extremely stubborn and persevered, which eventually helped him win Tom's heart.
Important: Damien's parents and former fiancée are still alive in France. His parents always say "We've never had any children" (in French, of course) and the former fiancée is married to somebody else and has her own life (and children). Damien avoids situations when he'd be forced to talk about them. If somebody keeps asking him, he'll leave the room while mumbling curses angrily - when he’s finally alone, he breaks into tears. The only person who knows exactly about his backstory is Tom. Ruby, Amber and the minion girls know Dami's life wasn't easy but they don't know the exact story.
3) Damien's French accent is almost unnoticeable but you can hear it when you focus - Dami falls back to his accent when he’s tense… and when he’s pissed off (which isn't often), he completely falls into French language.
Fact: Tom also confirmed that when Damien swears, it's always in the French language (obviously).
4) Dove, a librarian female minion with heterochromia, has a lot of ancient documents in her library under Wilde-Fournier's house - some minion girls even believe there might be some lost documents, even from Socrates. But nobody really knows… except for Dove.
5) Colette Moreau, Bratt's daughter, and Amber are neighbors and good friends - most of her outfits were designed by Amber or one of the female minions.
6) Susie, an IT expert of the female minions tribe, is addicted to caffeine (much to the chagrin of her wife Vivian - despite being a very laid-back minion most of the time, Vivi can quickly become angry when seeing her beloved partner with a tenth cup of coffee in her hands).
7) Amber has never met either her maternal and paternal grandparents, or Damien's parents - Evelyn's family cut contact with Tom after their daughter's funeral, Tom's parents died before Amber was born and about Dami's family, I've already said how sensitive he is about this topic.
8) Despite Ruby, Tom & Lucy's aunt, has stayed single all her life, she usually spends a lot of time with a group of elders (when she's not at home) outside - they even often go hiking, biking, etc.
It's also known she has a very close relationship to one elderly lady from the group - I won't give you any specific information whether it's just a friendly relationship or love and I myself won't think about it. Some topics are better to be kept solely on the viewer's interpretation.
9) People constantly think Damien is a heterosexual man (he isn't), which he usually uses to prank women with, much to the chagrin of his husband Tom.
10) After I'll update Amber's design, she will have both real and fake ear piercings - real ones in upper earlobes and those on her cartilages will be fake.
She got her real piercings after she started attending university and her fake ones a year after.
Bonus facts:
11) Kenny the minion has admitted recently that his wife Carrie is really pregnant.
Carrie's sisters (Dove, Meli and Rita) are all excited that they'll be aunties, as well as the other minions.
12) Mike, the second male minion who was attacked by mutated kittens, is limping on one of his legs - it was damaged too much, so it has never completely healed.
Coco, his wife, loves him even with his injured leg.
13) Lydia is the tallest of all minions - in my AU, tall minions are about 125 cm tall but Lydi is incredibly 145 cm tall.
14) Dove often steals chocolate from the kitchen (she loves chocolate), much to the chagrin of Wendy who's allergic to cocoa.
15) Amber still enjoys cuddling with her family and doesn't complain, even if she's an adult.
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🌺🌺🌺 duDE!!
Here’s a rando fact you might dig: Charlotte lives with her negligent stepmother: Edith Auclair, and her 3 garbage step sisters: Elisabeth, Évelyne, and Eleanor Auclair.
Elisabeth is the youngest, she’s bratty and whiny.
Evelyne and Eleanor are the older twins. Évelyne being mature, cold, and honestly a love magnet. Eleanor being naive, air-headed, and sweet to everyone other than Charlotte.
Charlotte’s biological father, Clément Émile, passed away in a circumstance currently unknown. Her biological mother, █████ Émile, died while ███████ ████████ with Charlotte’s ███████
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OC MASTERPOST
Just as the title suggests, this is a masterpost for all of my OCs that I have posted about on here at least once, linked to their respective tag. I have a lot of OCs, but only including the ones I’ve posted about, as there’s really no point to adding people with no tags when you can’t even click on a link to see them. When I do add more people, this will be updated, though! Aaron the Falcon Amber the Snake Andrew Sarchus Angel Auclair Aqua Archie the Archaeopteryx Ava the Eagle Barry the Mouse Biscuit the Dachshund Blazefire Breezy Bruno Bubbles the Seahorse Butterscotch the Dachshund Captain Baldric Caramel the Cat Carol the Reindeer Cashmere the Dog Cube Cynthia the Alicorn Daisy the Otter Daniel the Unicorn Darren the Unicorn Debbie the Platypus Delilah Dromeus Destructo Dot the Ladybug Downy the Fantail Pigeon Draco Dr. Xenon Earth King Earth Queen Elliot Therium Ember Eva the Alicorn Evelyn the Oranda Fire King Flare the Falcon Flora Forest Queen Fresh the Snail Greg the Pegasus Hannah the Alicorn Hunter Huxley Ice King Irwin the Shonisaurus Judy the Dilophosaurus Julian the Dragonfly Kaitlynn Kronos Kelsi the Kiwi Kenji the Otter Kevin the Pegasus Lucas the Falcon Mecha Cynthia Melinda the Pegasus Niamh the Unicorn Noel the Reindeer Nutmeg the Squirrel Oreo the Dog Peter Dactyl Pinchy the Scorpion Quill the Hedgehog Ramona the Chinchilla Raven Thornton Rémy Rhynchus Sable the Wolf Sabrina the Wolf Sandy Seal Scar the Utahraptor Sea Queen Shade Shadow King Shana the Shanshanosaurus Shelly Shirley the Pegasus Sky King Skystrike Spot the Dog Taffy the Cat Talon the Falcon Tina Rex Tootsie the Ferret Trixie the Pegasus Tyler the Unicorn Umbra the Cat Valerie Violette the Lioness Volt Wendy Whopper the Cat Xena the Eagle Yuki Saura Zero the Snake Zoe the Beagle
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