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This was born from two prompts I saw around the same time that seemed to go well together. This one and this one. (@candy8448, I don’t know if you’re interested but here’s this in case you are XD)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (I think?), Legend (LU), the Chain (LU), Ravio (even though I’ve never played a game with him), fires,

Words: 4,025

Legend’s House (fic beneath the cut)

Legend was babbling. He knew he was. But still, when they came across a mushroom alongside the road he found himself informing all the others that he only usually found those mushrooms in the forest and that the old potion witch could turn it into a handy magic dust.

The others listened with varying levels of interest, but no one tried to interrupt. Maybe that was only fair due to the rapt attention Legend always paid in the other Hyrules, or maybe they were actually interested in the little tidbits that he came across to talk about.

He didn’t really care either way. His chest was buzzing with excitement to finally be home again and for a chance to show his own Hyrule to the others. Of course, it wasn’t so sparkly and pristine as some of them, but just wait until they got to try his apples.

He knew it was harvest time by now and he hasn’t told them yet that he lived on an orchard, but once they got a taste of his uncle’s apples—

“How much farther?” Wind asked, practically jumping with excitement. Maybe Legend was putting it on too thick. If he got them to expect too much they would be disappointed in his humble abode. “Are we almost to your house?”

“Almost,” Legend shaded his eyes and looked up at the tree line. The fact that they were in a familiar area he’d avoided during his first adventure because it used to be crawling with brainwashed knights was swept from his mind at the sight in the sky. “Oh no.”

That drew all the Links’ attention and gazes turned up to look at the dark plume of smoke billowing up above the highest branches.

Legend’s buzzing excitement turned to worry in half a second, just before Wild voiced his fears. “That’s a fire.”

Legend didn’t wait for more confirmation. He kicked his heels, pegasus boots activating, and dashed toward his house.

He hardly heard the others shouting for him to wait or be careful, and barely registered that Four was right at his elbow keeping up, or the sound of Epona’s hooves behind.

The others would catch up, but they couldn’t wait a second. He skidded to a stop, then turned and took a sharp corner, Four following deftly just behind.

Then his legs froze up so fast he nearly rolled through the grass with all the momentum.

His orchard. His house. All of it was burning.

“No,” the gasp strangled out between his lips, but he didn’t have a second to waste. Ravio could still be inside. He could be in danger. And if that fire spread…

Legend steeled his nerves, shoving down all the emotions and words that wanted to rise up inside of him and he dashed in quiet with resolve.

The fire roared and crackled, but now he could hear voices shouting over the sound. Soot stained villagers from Kakariko were casting buckets of water at the hungry blaze, and some were running back to refill them at the river.

A purple tunic and hood caught Legend’s attention and all his intention to dart into the burning building faded with the sight.

Ravio was coughing into a hand and a woman—one who always shouted for the guards when Legend’s wanted poster had been everywhere—sat beside him, patting his back and bandaging his other hand.

Safe. Ravio was the only other person in the house. Legend didn’t really have many visitors. He turned his attention to the blaze instead.

It was a deadly threat, to everyone here and to the rest of Hyrule, especially Kakariko. If they didn’t stop the fire, it could spread who knew how far.

Legend dug his ice rod out of his pouch and rushed in to help with dousing the flames. He didn’t think of anything else the whole time he worked. Didn’t have time to talk when he passed villagers or when he noticed the other links had arrived at some point and were also aiding in the effort.

It didn’t seem like long at all before he had to drink one of his green potions, but he did so without a second thought and set to work again.

With the additional aid the villagers and heroes were actually managing to get the flames in check.

As the sun was setting that evening, Legend slumped to the ground in exhaustion. His ice rod tapped the dirt beside him and he nearly just dropped it, staring out at the vast expanse of broken remains of charred trees.

His charred trees. Withered and burnt fruits littered the black stained earth, disgusting and destroyed. Not sweet and bright red as they once had been.

His uncle had always boasted about Legend’s careful tending of the orchard. His watchful and meticulous eye over every bit of it, even at a young age. His praise had made the job three times the worth of doing, and quickly shooed away all the wild ideas he’d ever had of being a knight.

Now Legend stared at his orchard. His home. And the pounding of his heart didn’t quite slow as he took it in and finally the calm collected mask of a hero began to drop as he saw the ruins of the last remaining normalcy in his life.

“Legend?” Time’s voice resounded with that same deep-throated command. That calm collection he always wore.

“How did this happen?” Legend couldn’t bring himself to say more than that, staring out at his trees. His uncles trees. His livelihood and life beyond adventures.

A strong hand dropped on his shoulder. “Sometimes accidents happen. We’re lucky the fire didn’t spread further than this one farm.” Time gave him a slight tug. “We’d best be moving on, if we’re going to get to your place before nightfall.”

Legend’s eyes stung and his ears burned. All his boasting before seemed idiotic now. His hands trembled as he looked over the lands, but a new thought struck him before he had a chance to say much else.

No.

Legend spun around, dropping the ice rod completely and scrambled to his feet away from Time’s firm presence and back through the charred stumps of once healthy trees.

He passed villagers having burns tended, some by Hyrule and Warriors, and some by other members of the village. He passed Wind and Wild throwing balls of soot at each other and laughing at how blackened they already were.

He passed Four, Sky, and Twilight gathering newly arrived children together for an effort of bringing water to all the adults.

None of that seemed to matter at all. It didn’t take him long to make his way over the familiar path to the old shack he’d spent the majority of his life in.

His home. His uncle’s home before him. Everything that he had left of him. His hands were trembling again as he moved to the door—half off its hinges—and pushed against it, the wood still warm.

The door gave way and dropped into a mound of rubble just behind with a puff of ash. Legend stared at the remains of his small home.

Everything he’d had he’d saved within these walls. Thousands of collections. So many different items, both helpful and totally worthless strewn about in meticulously organized chests.

Legend stepped in, surveying the damage and hardly even noticing the dangerous way the ceiling creaked above him. Though he did see places where it had already caved in, bringing some of the walls with it.

They had to be here. If nothing else, Legend had to find his uncle’s sword and shield. The first weapons Legend had ever taken up and the last thing his caretaker had ever given him. They had to be here somewhere.

“Mr. Hero.” The voice was a nervous squeak.

Legend’s trembling fists tightened into balls and he hunched his shoulders up toward his ears. “Not now, Ravio.” He started in, digging through the ashy piles of ruin and searching for anything that might still be intact.

“But Mr. Hero…”

“What happened?” Legend demanded, shoving through another useless pile of rubble.

“I-I don’t know,” the merchant stuttered. “Everything was quiet and I was looking through my wares and I smelled smoke and I thought maybe the oven, but no, and then I checked outside but I didn’t see any signs and then there was a blaze inside and I didn’t know what to do and I-“

“My stuff,” Legend grunted as he pushed a beam out of the way. “Did you take out any of my stuff?”

Ravio’s silence was answer enough.

Legend kept digging.

===

They didn’t know what Legend was looking for, but whatever it was it was clear it was important to him.

The chain gathered at the fallen door of the old farmhouse and gazed in at the wreckage, and Sky couldn’t help but wonder who the unfortunately soul to lose their house so suddenly might be.

Did they go back with the townspeople when they’d left earlier? Did they have family to stay with until they could rebuild?

Legend was digging through the soot in a serious silence, already stained ashy black and gray from fighting the fire, his efforts were only making it worse.

Similarly, the boy dressed in purple sat near the door with a bunny hood pulled over his face and his head hanging. He didn’t even seem to notice them when they tried to speak to him and that made Sky wonder if this was his house.

Was Legend looking for something for the man?

Four was the first one to move, rolling up his sleeves and screwing his face with determination. “Well, this is gonna take forever if we make him do it alone.”

And then they all filtered into the house after Legend and started sifting through the wreckage for anything they might be able to salvage.

It was dark, the area lit with a few lanterns and candles now. They’d found various odd items in different conditions. A few dented pots that could be salvaged, a chest that was only half charred full of outfits that were a little worse off but not ruined.

They had a small collection near the doorway now, and the man in purple had since joined the search in a sullen silence, and he didn’t lift his hood.

Sky let out a little gasp when he lifted a beam to find a mutilated sword and shield beneath, dented and half melted, and twisted in so many ways it shouldn’t be, he nearly left it there.

But his expression of surprise drew Legend’s gaze momentarily as it always did when they found something new.

Only this time the Veteran didn’t turn straight back to his work. He let out a strangled gasp and climbed over a hill of rubble between them before dropping to his knees in the ash and reaching a hesitant hand toward the sword and shield.

His fingers were trembling.

“Is this what we’ve been looking for, Legend?” Sky’s quiet question drew more gazes, but Legend still didn’t answer.

He didn’t touch the sword either. He pulled his hand back and hugged it to his chest as though he’d been burned and he didn’t move.

“Legend?” Sky lowered himself to a knee next to him, but the hero still didn’t look at him.

He’d been getting the idea for a while now that this meant more to Legend than some request from the owner. This was more personal than just some orchard in his Hyrule.

Sky set a gentle hand on his arm and the younger teen didn’t even seem to notice. “Legend. Is this your home?”

His shoulders hiked higher and his ears pinned against his head. And then it struck the Veteran at once and his shoulders started to shake.

Sky’s hold on his arm tightened and carefully he pulled himself closer and wrapped his arms around the tiny hero, who curled up and crumpled only seemed smaller.

Legend didn’t move to return the hug or seem to notice it at all. He still faced toward the sword, curled inward, and cried silent tears.

Sky waved the others off. He didn’t know if they realized what was going on by the sight of Sky hugging Legend, or if they were just ready to listen to any guidance given, but they backed away and gave the Veteran some space.

After another few minutes, the quiet hiccuping breathes choked off and Legend’s body stiffened, as if noticing the arms around him for the first time.

“I’m fine,” he said in a hoarse voice, gently pushing Sky’s arms off him and still not looking his direction as he scrubbed at his face. “I’m fine.”

By the reverent, almost scared, way he picked up the shattered and melted blade and shield and carried them out of the house with a hanging head, Sky didn’t really believe him.

===

“Ah, the comforts of an inn,” Warriors said sarcastically as he dropped onto one of the beds. “I guess we can’t blame the Veteran for failing to calculate a fire into his schedule, but I’d certainly hoped we were closer to his house than this.”

“Warriors!” Sky’s snap was enough to draw everyone’s attention in the room. “Didn’t you put it together?”

Their whispers floated over Legend’s ears like distant waves. He squeezed the sheet in front of him where he faced the wall, but he didn’t move more than that.

“That house was Legend’s.”

Sky’s simple words brought a silence to the others. Legend hated that even more. The pitying looks he knew—could feel—were being pointed in his direction. Not least of those coming from Sky who’d seen the way he lost it by his uncle’s old sword.

It was broken, beyond repair. It would never be used again.

Legend closed his eyes and tried to push the thoughts away. Tried to drown them in the idea that this was just another adventure and someday he would go back and find his home waiting for him.

It didn’t work. Even as each of his companions dropped off one by one, Legend couldn’t sleep.

Ravio had burned his hands trying to put out the fires. Knowing that made Legend feel a little guilty for blaming him for the whole thing, even if he’d never voiced any blame for the merchant to hear.

He knew the others wanted to talk without him by the not-so-covert glances they kept sending at him, so he took Ravio for a walk to get his hands rebandaged so they could have the chance.

He felt sick the whole way, half because of what he knew had happened, and half because he knew exactly what they had to talk about. He didn’t know if he could take any pitying looks. If he could take that constant reminder and that shame.

He could use more Red Potion. He considered for more than just a minute sneaking out the back of town and making his way to the witch’s to buy more.

But time wouldn’t really gain him anything. In the end, he would have to face them again, and when that time came, it wouldn’t be different than it was going to be now. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable, so together he and Ravio made their way back toward the inn and the ring of heroes gathered before it.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hero,” Ravio said quietly, fiddling with his sleeves over his newly bandages hands. “I-“

“It’s not your fault.” Legend’s words came out harsher than he intended, but Ravio didn’t try to take the blame again.

That was the last thing Legend wanted to be talking about when they re-entered the ring of heroes. Not to mention it wasn’t Ravio’s fault for all he could tell. He had to keep reminding himself of that.

The Chain was serious and quiet when they stepped up to the circle. It was a stiff silence that made Legend feel awkward.

He was about to break into it with an ill-tempered comment, but Ravio was faster.

“I suppose now would be a bad time to bring up the new flame-proof merchandise I have in store?” He chuckled a little beneath the bunny hood he hadn’t removed since the fire. “But the again, I’d hate to see the same happen to any of you and I’d be willing to part with a sample for only thirty-one odd rupees.”

Wind spluttered his shock, but Legend pushed Ravio’s words aside. “Well, I don’t have anywhere to take us to stay better than this. We might as well get down to business sooner than later. No sense sitting around doing nothing.”

“Legend…” Sky’s voice was soft and all too full of pity. Legend glared at him. It wouldn’t surprise him if the Skyloftian had spilled all the juicy details of Legend’s breakdown while he was away. Sky snapped his mouth shut at the look, but he lifted his chin and firmed his expression.

“We’re not leaving just yet,” Time said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah? Why not?”

Four hefted a hammer over his shoulder and gave a crooked smile. “Because we’ve got work to do.”

Legend blinked at him.

“We can’t replace everything you’ve lost,” Sky said softly, “but we’d like to help with what we can.”

Legend’s eyes burned again and his face grew hot. He pinned his ears and forced a half-hearted sneer. “Do what you want. I won’t stop you.”

Most of them grinned at that. They turned to start the trek toward where there was still a smoldering smoke in the air above his old house, and Legend felt off balance.

They took his comment with none of their own, their easy smiles and their willingness to help.

All his years on the road and adventuring, of course he’d had people help him, but…

Not like this. He’d never once experienced what it felt like to be on the other end of all those insistent quest, only he didn’t even have anything to offer to them in return.

He folded his arms in front of him and ducked his head as the reality sank in of how much he lost and how much their words meant to him. “Guys?”

The heroes ahead of him stopped at his tone, glancing over shoulders and casting him inquisitive looks.

Legend tightened his fingers in his sleeves and forced himself to meet each of their gazes, even if only for a second. “Thanks.”

Warrior’s grin broadens. “Don’t thank us yet. Who knows what this house is gonna turn out like.”

“Yeah! I don’t expect us to do all the work, either,” Wild said, waving for Legend to follow them. “C’mon! We never even saw the house when it was whole.”

Legend rolled his eyes and threw his hands into the air. “That’s not how side-quests are supposed to work and you know it!” But he was smirking too when he followed after them, Ravio dogging his heels.

The heroes made fast work, and even some of the villagers came to help. At least now that they considered Legend and hero and not a fugitive they were more than happy to lend a hand here and there.

He was especially glad for the presence of an actual builder to make sure his new house was sturdy and not just a pile of wood slapped together.

Legend went out to survey his trees, and some actually managed to survive on the outer edge, though a lot of them were saplings he only planted recently.

Legend tended to the endangered remains of his apple trees in a reverent silence, and once he sat back on his heels, wiping his face with dirt covered hands and looking at one of the small trees, he felt his throat tighten.

It wasn’t all gone. He hadn’t lost everything. He smiled and ran his fingers down one of the branches. “The next batch is sure to be the best one yet, Uncle. Just you wait and see.”

The heroes worked hard on the small cottage until they had it completed. They all cheered as Legend stepped into his newly built home and looked around.

The charred remains of salvaged goods sat in one corner, and in the other was a pile of new furniture the chain had either built or bought—he wasn’t sure because he hadn’t seen any of it until this moment—precariously wobbling as if it was ready to fall any second.

It was small and cozy, and so similar to what he grew up in, even if the differences were glaring and obvious. They were beautiful too.

Sky had carved some extra designs into the mantle when Legend mentioned the old one had engravings, but Sky’s were clearly from a practiced Skyloftian, depictions of loftwings, the Triforce, and pumpkins for some reason.

Wild somehow had a picture of the Chain framed on the wall, and Wind had hung hooks and shelves all over one side of the house for Legend’s various instruments.

Time and Warriors had worked together on his endlessly creaky door and actually got it to stop being the way it always was, and Hyrule and Twilight cleaned the whole place so it was more spotless than ever.

Legend stared at it, but his eyes caught on the empty hooks above the fireplace. The hooks that should’ve had something of great family importance hanging on them.

His heart twinged, but this moment was honestly too happy to let something like that bother him. He’d just have to find one of the weapons from his adventures to display there when this was all over.

“Ledge?” Four stopped just behind him and Legend turned to find him holding the shattered blade and shield in front of him.

His uncle’s weapons had been mended as well as their mangled frames would allow. They were still bent and melted and in no way sturdy, but they were certainly more suit for display now.

Legend took them gently and he couldn’t even bring himself to meet the smithy’s eyes. He just stared at that blade and his reflection in it. His dumbfounded and awestruck reflection.

All this. For him?

“Well? You gonna hang it up or stand there staring all day? Trust me, a real mirror would work a lot better than a battered blade.”

Legend snorted and raised his eyebrows at Warriors. “I haven’t a doubt that you would know.”

He turned and lifted them above the fireplace, and he paused after he’d set them on display, looking at the weapons that started this all. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “I think we’ll be okay, Uncle.”

He turned and found all the heroes watching him with satisfied smiles, and even Ravio had his hood down in the corner where he was setting up a tiny shop.

He met Four’s eyes and gave him a single nod of thanks, then he stepped away from the fireplace. “I’ve got good friends watching my back,” he murmured.

“What?” Warrior’s grinned as he raised a hand to his ear. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Legend rolled his eyes and shoved past him playfully. “None of your business, fancy pants.” He paused in the doorway and breathed in the fresh air of a northern wind, already blowing away the smoky scent. “Thank you all. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Quiet murmured ascent drifted through the room after his statement. Then Wind broke through it all. “Does that mean we can stay here for free?”

Ravio opened his mouth and Legend had to rush to get the words out first. “Of course you can!”

Ravio hunched his shoulders and Legend smirked at him.

At least in this house he knew, even when this was all over, he would have a home and at least one friend to come back to.

He turned to look it over again and his chest warmed. And with all these reminders, he would remember each and every one of them.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I don’t know if the prompts can be asking for more in stories you’ve already started, but I would love to see more of the Hero of Shadow and Wild Link interacting, or more on Abel’s heart attack in the HC AU, or more interactions with Zelda and Link after they had to get married (Golden Mercy? The Imprisoning War? Not sure what that one’s called). … Or basically anything involving hurt/comfort or Hyrule, honestly. 😂

I love your writing so much, thank you for sharing it with us! < 3

Hyrule snapped his fingers in front of his friend. “Wild!”

Wild blinked, flinching and taking a step back. “S-sorry—”

“You good? Was that another—I thought the meds—”

“No,” Wild shook his head. “I—it was—sorry, I just—he—”

Wild continued to stammer, at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? He hadn't spaced out, he'd honed in, his mind had snapped with clarity, screaming at him and wanting nothing more than to run towards the stretcher.

That man—he was—

And he was having a—

"I-I just... need to sit down for a bit," Wild finally said, walking out of the ED.

Wild had yet to fully explain everything that had happened in his past. Everyone knew he had gaps in his memory, that he'd sustained a head injury, that it made him have absence seizures, but the cause of it... the people he'd left behind because of the aftermath...

How could Wild possibly ever explain? He'd failed in his mission, and it had gotten his entire team killed. He could never face anyone from his past, let alone his—

Castle Town had promised a new life, a new beginning, especially as memories had tried to piece themselves back together and make him want to run and hide all the more. If he told everyone... then there was no more running from it.

Wild buried his face in his hands, resting on an empty stretcher in the basement. His mind screamed with anxiety as his past caught up to the present, and his heart screamed with worry over his father.

This was a nightmare.

XXX

Fable looked over her room one more time. Ambu bag? Check. Suction? Check. Defibrillator? Check. She had her maintenance IV fluid set up, the plasmolyte liter set up, the wires for the cardiac monitoring system ready to go, chest tube suction at the ready, and her little trays had all the syringes, saline flushes, blunt tips, alcohol swabs, caps, lab tubes, and everything else she could think of prepared.

She'd chart stalked the patient while he was in the OR, and she'd already gotten report from the nurse. Forty-year-old male (oh he's young, Fable thought, used to seeing far older patients) presented to the ED via EMS with chest pain and shortness of breath, STEMI confirmed with EKG, and he was sent to the cath lab. There they found multiple severe occlusions and opted for an open heart bypass surgery rather than using stents, and off to the OR he'd gone.

The surgery had gone fairly straightforward from what she could see - he'd been on bypass for about an hour, and the surgery itself had been going on for about four. He'd gotten about 500 of cell saver, 2L crystalloid, and 1 RBC, and he'd only been defibrillated once.

Just as she looked over the chart again, roll call was sent out to the unit, and she gathered her thoughts as she went to the room, awaiting the patient. He arrived a minute or so later, and the room quickly filled with Fable, the charge nurse, the tech, another nurse, the anesthesiologist, the attending surgeon, the fellow surgeon, the respiratory therapist, the ICU attending, and the nurse practitioner.

Everyone slipped into different roles and tasks fairly easily and quickly. Anesthesia handed off to the RT, who attached the ET tube to his ventilator, the tech worked on putting chest tubes to suction and getting outputs, Fable assessed her patient and looked at what drips they were on (2 of epi, 4 of levo, 0.02 of vaso, 1.5 of Dex, 1.2 of insulin), charge took the admission note while the surgeons gave report and Fable listened vaguely, her other nurse was attaching the safe set to the arterial line to collect blood for labs and an ABG, and the ICU providers listened to the report.

Vasoplegia, not too much bleeding but enough to merit product, chest tube output was a little high but not alarming, and he was cold at 35.8. Fable asked her tech to get a bear hugger, and x-ray arrived to check ET placement as the surgeons finished report. Fable stripped the chest tubes alongside the surgical fellow before they all stepped out for x-ray. ABG resulted pH 7.33, pO2 107, CO2 38, bicarb 24, and lactate 3.1. Fable opened the extra plasmolyte fluid bolus up to try and help with the lactate, which was likely indicative that the patient was dry.

The surgery team left, and Fable remained to stabilize the patient. She and her charge nurse worked on detangling the lines while the tech covered him in a warm blanket. His blood pressure was within parameters, with a mean arterial pressure greater than 65, though his systolics were in the 120s, which was right at his upper limit, so she tried weaning the levo a little, going to 3 to see what would happen, before continuing to detangle lines, get a blood sugar for the glucommander that was determining the insulin levels to give him, and obtaining cardiac output indeces. His cardiac index was 2.8, and his systemic vascular resistance indexed for his body weight was around 2600. Good CI, a little higher on the SVRI end. Perhaps she should wean the epi too, assuming his MAP tolerated it.

After about an hour, Fable felt a little less overwhelmed, and she called her charge nurse, who had left the room a good while ago alongside the rest of the team. "Have we heard anything about family?"

"He has a wife and daughter," she replied. "But they're a fair distance from here, out in Hateno. I think last we heard they were making arrangements to get here, but it wouldn't be until tomorrow morning."

Fable glanced at the clock. It was almost shift change, so night shift would have to be the ones to wake the man up, get a neuro assessment, and then hopefully extubate him.

Nodding, she went back to work. She wasn't going to wean sedation until he was warm enough, so all she had to focus on right now was stabilizing him. His labs came back and his hemoglobin was a little low, and his two mediastinal and one pleural chest tubes collectively put out about 280mL of blood. It was still a fairly high amount, mostly evenly distributed (the meds were bleeding more, but neither exceeded 100mL for the hour), but not enough to think there was an active bleed that needed surgical intervention. Not yet, at least.

Overall, he looked pretty decent.

After another hour, one blood product later, Fable finally felt like she was starting to get everything settled. Her patient's temperature was normalizing, but she was twenty minutes from shift change, so she figured it was safer to let him sleep through report and then night shift could try to figure out weaning and bathing. His lactic on his repeat ABG was improving at 2.4, so they were likely addressing all the problems.

When a transporter walked by, IV pumps in hand, she noticed him pause in front of her room. She walked over to him. "Hey. Can I help you?"

The transporter, a young man with long blonde hair tied out of his face, jumped, a little startled. "Uh, hi. Yeah. Sorry. I just..."

"What room are you looking for?" she asked helpfully. "I don't need extra channels."

"Uh, these are for 4301."

"You passed it, it's back that way."

"Right," the man nodded, looking back in the room. "Right."

Fable waited a moment, and then asked, "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Is he doing okay?" the man immediately asked.

Fable smiled. "Yeah, he's looking pretty good, I think."

"Can..." the transporter swallowed, shifting anxiously. "Can I talk to him?"

"He's pretty sedated right now," Fable answered cautiously. "Why do you want to talk to him?"

The transporter sighed in defeat. "I... he's my dad. I... haven't seen him in a long time."

His dad? Her charge nurse had said he had a daughter, not a son. Though... looking between her patient and the transporter in front of her, the family resemblance was striking.

Well, she hadn't heard of any visitor restrictions for him. "Yeah. You're not on his chart, though - can I get your name?"

The transporter sighed, putting the supplies he'd been carrying on the counter of the nurse's station. "I wouldn't be on it. My family thinks I'm dead. It's complicated."

He—uh... what?

"My name's Link," he answered her nonetheless before entering her patient's room.

Link? Huh. That was...

Wait a second.

"Hey, are you one of my brother's friends?" Fable asked as she followed him into the room.

"Your brother?"

"Link. Likes to call himself Legend to differentiate," she replied with an amused roll of her eyes.

Link gawked at her. "You're Legend's sister? He never even said he had a sister!"

"You two are alike," Fable huffed. "He doesn't particularly want a bunch of people to know he's related to me. But never mind that. Go talk to your dad."

Link stood there a moment, processing the words, before he exhaled shakily and nodded. Fable moved to the computer, working on catching up on charting to give him some privacy but also keep an eye on things. This patient's safety was her responsibility, after all.

Link seemed almost timid to approach the patient, even though he knew he was sedated. He slowly slid his hand into the older man's, shakily and quietly saying, "Hey, Papa. I... I, uh... I-I..."

Fable glanced out of the corner of her eye, seeing the young man getting tearful, and she tried to focus on her work once more.

"I missed you," Link whispered. "I'm s-sorry... about... about everything."

She heard a sniffle, and then the transporter moved quickly out of the room, offering her a brief but quick thanks before disappearing.

Fable turned towards the doorway, and then looked at her patient uncertainly. That was... odd.

Sighing, she walked up to the man, brushing hair out of his face. "Buddy, your family drama sounds almost as crazy as mine."

[silvrash-797]

Could you do the word “hug” for the ask game? =D

Time wrapped his arms around Malon in a tight hug, hands gently coming to rest on her ever-growing belly. Malon carefully adjusted his hands as he closed his eye and held her close, waiting, concentrating. A faint movement rippled under his left hand as their baby shifted, and he didn’t even try to stop the joyful tears rolling down his face as love and gratitude filled his heart.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

I just saw you got over 20k like you wanted in the Write-a-thon!! (And on pen and paper too?? O.O 😳🫡) Good job!! 🥳🎉

Over 20k but never number 1. I think we have decided that I am resigned to always be in second place, which would be really, really funny. Oh well, guess we'll see in the next one. Thank you!

[ladye-zelda]

Can I ask ⚠️, 🖍️, & 🤡 for the ask game you reblogged? Or is that too many?

Also, ❤️. Good luck on your writing! ☺️

Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

Hmm... Well, I think the next one on my list is the second part of the aoc arranged marriage AU I promised (like, a month ago) as it is almost finished but it leads into another thing I had written and I am not sure if I want it to go in that direction since its a bit much (and not what I originally planned for the AU, but we will see) 😅

Post Any sentence from your wip

To make up for my hesitancy, here's another WIP from that story XD

"This... isn't from any of the designs I approved," the king said. Zelda held her hands tightly together to keep her from falling apart. "Y-yes, well..." Zelda stammered. "Uhm... I... don't approve of the other designs so I'd thought..." "So you thought to design your own." "Y-y-yes."

How many Wips are you actively working on?

Actively?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[sheerfreesia007]

Webhead Chronicles #29

Title: Webhead Chronicles #29

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 2,346

Warnings: Teenage hormones, teasing, flirting, awkward teenagers

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @ladybokatankryze

The morning after Peter confessed his feelings to Ev was a school day and Peter was excited to walk into school with Ev as his girlfriend. He wondered if she’d let him kiss her while at school or if she’d want him to hold off until they were alone. He had so many questions and worries about how to act around now since they’ve deepened their relationship. He could feel his anxiety amping up as his mind swirled with questions and doubts as he got ready for school. His mind was completely preoccupied as he dressed for the day and grabbed his backpack from his bedroom floor before walking out of his bedroom and heading downstairs to grab something to eat before heading to school with Ev.

Peter didn’t even notice that Aunt May was in the kitchen standing at the stove making scrambled eggs for breakfast. He was still thinking about how he and Ev were going to be acting around each other now as he moved to the fridge and opened it and bent forward to peer inside.

“Good morning Peter.” Aunt May said fondly to him in greeting and Peter jerked upwards at her words causing himself to hit the back of his head on the fridge and groaned loudly. “Oh no! Are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t see that you were daydreaming.” Aunt May apologized quickly as she came over to stand at his side.

“I’m okay Aunt May, promise.” he said as he smiled at her.

“Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard. What were you daydreaming about anyway?” Aunt May asked curiously as she looked over at him.

“Nothing, just trying to wake up.” he lied easily to her when he heard Ev knocking at the front door making the two of them laugh. Peter bounced from his spot at the fridge to the front door and opened the door to Ev. He grinned at her happy smiling face as she walked into the house. He shut the door quickly and then crowded her against the hallway wall peppering kisses along her face.

“Well good morning to you.” Ev teased him and Peter grunted softly in response as he pressed kisses along her jaw to her neck. Ev gasped softly as her head fell back against the wall giving him more room to kiss her. Peter began to lose himself in her as he moved back up to her face and slanted his lips eagerly against hers. His hands came up to cup her face and card his fingers through her hair. Ev whimpered softly against his mouth when suddenly there was a loud sound of someone clearing their throat. Peter jerked back in response and turned his head to stare at Aunt May with a heated blush covering his face. Ev buried her face in his chest in embarrassment and Aunt May chuckled softly.

“Finally the two of you figured it out.” Aunt May said amusedly. “Bedroom doors stay open at all times.” she told them primly and Peter watched her confused for a moment.

“What do you mean we finally figured it out?” Peter asked bewildered and Aunt May rolled her eyes before looking pointedly at a blushing Ev who was peeking out at her shyly.

“It means that we were too blind to realize that we were in love with each other.” Ev informed him and Peter looked down at her, shocked. “I mean, we confessed to each other last night Pete. She’s right, we finally figured out what our feelings were for each other.” Ev told him gently and Peter whipped his head to a smug looking Aunt May as she nodded her head at Ev’s words. 

“You two have been dancing around your feelings for each other for years. Your Uncle Ben, Ev’s Dad and myself all had a bet on when you two would finally figure it out. This year and next year was Uncle Ben’s pick.” Aunt May said fondly, causing Ev and Peter to stare at her with wide surprised eyes, making her laugh happily. “Yep we made a bet on when it would finally happen.”

“What was my Dad’s choice?” Ev asked suddenly and Peter whipped his head down to stare at her worriedly. He was worried that she would tell him that they need to hold off on being boyfriend and girlfriend but Ev easily placed her hand over his heart in a calming gesture. And it did calm him surprisingly causing him to melt under her hand.

“He picked a few years down the line.” Aunt May informed them and Ev tilted her head from side to side before chuckling softly.

“He always did say that you were clueless.” Ev said softly and Peter looked down at her with a look of offended outrage.

“What?!” he asked shocked and she nodded her head at him with a smile.

“He said you were just a teenage boy who wouldn’t know when a girl was flirting with you.” Ev told him, making Aunt May laugh amusedly as she nodded her head.

“He has a point.” Aunt May said knowingly and Ev chuckled softly before she cupped Peter’s cheek and pulled him down to press a sweet chaste kiss to his lips.

“I’m very glad you wouldn’t be able to tell if someone was flirting with you.” she said fondly to him after breaking from the kiss. Peter hummed softly with his eyes closed and his lips still puckered in a kiss, he wanted to just drown in her lips and never surface. 

“Well I’m glad the two of you are finally together. Uncle Ben would’ve been glad too.” Aunt May said softly and Peter opened his eyes to turn to her with a soft look falling over his face. Ev moved away from Peter and wrapped Aunt May in a tight hug. Peter walked over to the two of them and wrapped them both in a group hug as they both chuckled at his antics.

“Alright, get outta here you two or you’ll be late for school.” Aunt May said fondly before pushing the two of them away. Peter grinned at her before he grabbed onto Ev’s hand and began leading her out of the house. Aunt May stood at the door watching them through the window as they both descended down the stairs and began talking.

“So where do you wanna grab breakfast? I’m starving.” Ev said conversationally and Peter grinned at her happily. Everything felt the same between them, just now there was this slight excitement he held within himself as he looked at her. “What?” she asked curiously as she smiled softly at him and swung their hands between them. Peter tugged her over to him as he wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Peter’s eyes lit up as he realized that she was now his girlfriend and he was able to kiss her at any time he wanted.

“How about we go to Gary’s Bagel shop?” Peter asked and Ev’s eyes lit up making him chuckle at her excitement to get a breakfast sandwich. 

“Oooohh, good choice. Let me call Gwen and see if she wants a sandwich too. She’s always going on about missing their sandwiches.” Ev said as she dug her phone out of her pocket. Peter nodded his head and waited patiently for her to get Gwen’s order before he spoke up about his anxious thoughts. “So what’s going on in that big brain of yours, webhead?” Ev asked curiously as she looked over at him after ending the call with Gwen.

“I-I, a lot.” he said after a brief hesitation. The two waited at the corner for the traffic to pass by before they quickly walked across the street. “Where do we stand?” he asked suddenly as he weaved the two of them through the other pedestrians on the sidewalk. Peter could feel Ev’s eyes on the back of his head as he walked ahead of her with her hand in his. When they came to an opening on the sidewalk she caught up to his strides and walked next to him.

“What do you mean Pete?” she asked curiously as she eyed him quietly.

“Like, I know I’m your boyfriend now and you’re my girlfriend. But am I-” he began to explain when someone cut in front of the two of them as they walked. He huffed softly and then dragged Ev into an alleyway two storefronts down from the bagel shop. Ev looked up at him and Peter began to pace. “What’s your opinion on PDA? Like can I kiss you in school? Hand holding? Cuddling up to each other? I don’t know our boundaries.” he explained and Ev looked up at him with widened eyes that made him fall farther in love with her. She was just too adorable and Peter couldn’t help himself as he reached out and cupped her face while backing her into the wall as his lips descended on her own. Peter groaned softly as he felt the rapidly becoming familiar sensation of her soft lips against his. His body shifted against hers as he pressed her back into the wall as his lips hungrily consumed hers. Ev’s hand came up and gripped the back of his jacket tightly as her mouth opened for him and Peter felt his soul leave his body. The way she fully trusted him in this moment just completely floored him and he felt their relationship deepen exponentially in this one moment.

The sound of pedestrians walking past the alleyway caught in Peter’s ear and he groaned softly as he started to reign himself in. He couldn’t just make out with Ev against a dirty brick wall in a dark alleyway, it was romantic in the least and he feared that he was becoming too excited by just kissing her. “Ev, we gotta stop.” he whispered against her mouth and she hummed softly as she continued to kiss him heatedly. “Ev, we can’t do this here.” he tried again but then gasped as she shifted her body against his and he felt the crotch of her pants graze against his. “Oh shit.” he gasped out softly.

“Pete.” she said softly to him and Peter looked up at her with fuzzy eyes.

“Not here. I don’t want this to be our first time here.” he gasped out to her and suddenly everything came into focus for the two of them. Ev looked at him with wide eyes as a blush creeped up her face while her hand slowly released his jacket. 

“You’re right. Sorry. I got carried away.” Ev said, sounding a little dazed and Peter smiled down at her.

“I’m just that irresistible.” he teased her and Ev chuckled softly at him while shaking her head. “But don’t apologize. I got carried away too. It’s just so new and I’m finally able to tell you and show you how much I love you. I can’t help myself when it comes to you.” he confesses softly and Ev beams up at him with a killer watt smile.

“I love you too webhead.” she says softly as she nudges her nose against his. Peter kisses her swiftly once again and Ev squeaks softly making him hum in response. When they pull apart Ev breathes out softly. “No make outs in public. We can’t control ourselves.” She instructs him and Peter eagerly nods his head at her rule.

“Totally. Understood.” he replies as he crowds her back against the wall again.

“And no grinding on each other. At least not in public.” she tells him and Peter nods his head at her words as he leans in closer.

“Hand holding is a must.” he whispers to her and Ev nods her head at him making him smile widely. “Closed mouth kisses I think are safe.” he says softly and Ev grins before pecking his lips softly.

“I think you’re right Parker.” she teases him before ducking under his arm and grabbing onto his hand to drag him out of the alleyway. “And if we want to get to school on time with breakfast we need to go.” she says amused. Peter grins as he follows her mindlessly.

*-*-*-*

When they get to school Gwen greets them and then eyes their intertwined hands with a knowing look. She whips her head up to Ev and then squeals happily as she lunges at her to wrap her in a tight hug. Peter ducks his head in embarrassment as he watches the girls bounce happily while hugging and he rubs a hand along the back of his neck while darting his eyes away from them. He spots Carmen standing at her locker watching quietly before her eyes connect with his. She grins at him and flashes him a thumbs up before darting her eyes over to Ev and Gwen. Peter blushes heatedly as he begins to fidget, his body twisting and turning in its spot before Ev’s hand slips into his, causing him to calm.

“About damn time Parker!” yells out Flash from down the hallway and Ev chuckles as she shakes her head. Peter watches as Flash gives him a happy grin as Flash’s eyes dance between Ev and himself. He nods his head at Peter still grinning and Peter ducks his head again. Ev sidles up to him and smiles as her own cheeks are blushing.

“Didn’t think we’d get this reaction.” she said softly and Peter smiled down at her.

“They all thought we were together anyway. Just now it’s official.” he said and Ev laughed softly before leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Peter wraps his arms around her and keeps her close as he prolongs the kiss while everyone around them cheers and hollers loudly. When they do pull away Peter presses his forehead to hers and just grins goofily as excitement and giddiness fills him. Ev smiles softly up at him while nudging her nose against his.

[escapedfromtheabyss]

"Spanking? Giving, to be exact."

Bruce: NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

Peter: NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

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Spideypool Fic Recs

I've recently been reading a lot of Wade/Peter fics, so I thought I'd share some of my favourites with you! Please remember to check the tags before reading <3

Lobster Biscuit by Scarlet_Ribbons (2.6k)

Peter goes on a terrible, terrible date, cashes in a favor on behalf of Spider-Man, and begs Deadpool to crash it.

Deadpool delivers.

Not One Hundred Percent by HashtagLEH  (7.3k)

After being drugged at a party, Peter is lucid enough to figure out that he needs help. But who does he even know (and trust) enough that he can just pop up on their doorstep at two in the morning?

Meanwhile, Wade would just really like to know who this random college kid is that showed up at his door.

let me explain by jilliancares (8.5k)

Wade scoffs, shaking his head and elbowing Peter in the side. “Sure,” he says, sarcastic. “That’s why your spidey-sense doesn’t see me.”

Peter’s on the verge of laughing, wanting to join Wade in his amusement, but he freezes. His entire body goes still. He finds himself staring at a roof three buildings over, not even looking at anything. Two blocks away, a car alarm finally shuts off.

“I never told you that,” Peter says, the realization startling him.

Or: Peter's starting to realize just how much Wade knows about him.

Bear the Pain (as the Gods Intended) by mustehelmi (9.8k)

Five times Wade is injured and one time Peter is the injured one.

Gravitation by WillowSong (9.9k)

In a universe where Spiderman never exists, young Peter Parker makes an unlikely friend in Deadpool.

A Friendly Neighbourhood Kidnapping by Willow Writes (12k)

Peter is more than a little mad when Wade ghosts him for years, and then when he finally shows his face in New York again, it’s to kidnap Peter Parker. So he decides to have some fun with the situation and see how long it takes for Wade to recognise him.

Wade thinks he has an easy hit ahead of him and is planning on getting back in touch with his favourite Web–Slinger once the job is done. But Peter Parker seems harder to take down than his buyer let on.

what light through yonder window by hellornothing (14k)

The figure moves quickly, but Peter’s faster. He’s still adjusting to the sudden brightness, so dark red is really the only thing he takes from this initial encounter, but it’s enough.

‘Deadpool?’

aka the one where they get together via late night window visits

The 6 Times Peter Wanted To Reveal his Identity (And the 1 Time He Did) by Spongeekat (28k)

"Look, I’m just a Deadpool. I know I’m not Dr. Phil. But I couldn’t just let you make some bad decision and let the world lose one more hot piece of ass. Anyways, I live in the area and saw you standing on the ledge, and I thought I could maybe talk you down. Dying hurts, in case you were wondering. It’s not worth it.” Dying...hurts? Talk him down? Bad decision?

Oh.

“Oh.” Everything suddenly connected and the gears started turning in Peter’s brain. “No, wait, I wasn’t…” He didn’t quite know how to explain he wasn’t there to do that without completely explaining why he was up there in the first place. Any resolve he may have had earlier about revealing his superpowered persona had melted away, his plans going awry within seconds. "

Or Peter is madly in love with Wade, and plans to meet him on top of his apartment building to reveal his identity. Wade thinks Peter is standing on the ledge ready to jump, and takes it upon himself to make sure he gets home safe and finds a reason to live again.

Finite State by Scarlet_Ribbons (34k)

When he's blackmailed by, of all people, a weird work acquaintance who needs Spider-Man gone for obviously illegal purposes, Peter is forced to hang up the suit- at least temporarily -until he can resolve the situation. Unfortunately, things start to get sticky when Deadpool, who Spider-Man's been on-again off-again with (okay, yeah, lowkey messing around with), crashes into Peter's life and demands the photographer help him figure out what's got his favorite webhead so spooked.

Peter's life is really weird.

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) by mokuyoubi (42k)

There’s a weird familiarity about the kid's tone and posture, and it’s true that Wade is pretty far from home today but he’s also certain he’d remember that baby-face if he’d seen it before. On the other hand, he has spent the better part of the past few years feeling like he’s missed a step, so this conversation isn’t exactly anything new.[[A hot guy is willingly talking to us. Go with it.]][Don’t make an ass of yourself.]“Shaddup,” Wade grumbles, though Yellow has a point...

OR Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

Damage by dontcareajot (42k)

Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

My Boyfriend's a Murder Bot by Fredegund (55k)

Wade Winston Wilson is ugly. His skin's inside out. It ripples and moves every second of every day, at constant war with the cancer. Vanessa put on a brave face for him when she first saw the changes, but it turns out even she can't stomach the sight for long. He's ugly and alone and nothing will ever be good in life again -

If only that were his only problem.

But Weapon X is at it again, under crisp new management, turning orphans into super slaves and bringing out the big guns to make sure nobody interferes this go around (namely one Pool comma Dead). So now, not only is Wade alone and ugly forever, but he's got a bit of a pest problem in the form of a black-clad murder-happy man spider with a collar around his neck and an unhealthy obsession with tying Deadpool up.

So maybe it's not all bad...

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich (72k)

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.”

He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well.

And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic?

OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

Dissonance by stuckybarnes (121k)

Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did, and please let me know if you have any more Spideypool recs! And, as always, thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing these incredible fics with us <33

[sacharinee]

could you write something like tony accidentally finding our peter and his daughter (the reader) are dating then always teasing them about it, even though he’s secretly their biggest shipper🫶

pairing: peter parker x reader

w/c: 900+

a/n: hi anonnn, srry it took awhile- this was cute and fun!! so ty for that, i love secret!bf!peter :)

“you know you can’t keep sneaking in my room forever, right, pete?”

the pretty brunette sits atop your cushy comforter, breathless as he rips off the humid mask.

the poor boy is looking up at you in all innocence. his mouth is agape, hair messy, and eyes wide with pure exhilaration; so excited to finally be alone with you after tiptoeing around your father all day. 

the sight before you makes you feel all warm inside, your provocative thoughts threatening to corrupt your sweet boyfriend.

peter takes a deep breath when you take a seat on his lap, hands immediately settling on either side of your hips.

he looks you up and down, “ehhh, i don’t know, y/n/n. kinda seems like you’re into it,” he teases.

you offer him a shrug, as your hands snake around his shoulders, pulling him inches closer to your lips, “maybe just a little.”

he’s relaxed at your touch, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, 

“huh, didn’t peg you as a fan of breaking and entering,” he jokes.

“mm only when it’s a certain spider.”

your boyfriend exhales as he leans back a bit, smirking, “oh yeah?” 

one of his hands leaves your waist to push back his unruly hair, then swiftly flexes his bicep exaggeratingly, “i don’t blame you,” he shrugs, “i had a hunch you had a thing goin’ on for-”

you’re quick to shut him up, attacking his sweet lips with yours. 

your hand falls to his firm bicep and he’s laughing into your sudden kiss, instantly melting against you. his hand resumes his place on your hip, curling it around your side, and pushing you further into him.

“y/n,”

peter holds himself up by his elbows as you push your weight down further onto him. 

“baby,”

he couldn’t think straight when you were on top of him, let alone near him. all his worries of getting caught are thrown out the window when a deep groan rumbles from his throat.

he’s like putty in your hands, his head and limbs going numb at your touch.

and while it was difficult to deny the way your heart races at moments like this with peter, you couldn’t help but feel at such ease around him. when something you know is intrinsically wrong but feels so right, you were tired of peter being your guilty pleasure. 

you know the disapproving thoughts your father would muster up had you and your boyfriend publicly announced your official relationship. 

however, there were often many things you’d fail to notice. like how he’d mutter under his breath of the amount of money he could bet that a certain webhead would set off the security system yet again as sipped his midnight coffee. or when he would prepare a breakfast dish for you to take to your room, one that he knew would be too much for you to finish and unintentionally feed your boyfriend as well. 

sometimes you wonder if this boy was worth risking everything for.

but with peter softly panting against you, all doubts leave your mind and there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be but with him.

“what was that, petey?”

he’s swift in flipping you over, pushing you against the silky mattress.

“shut up,” he whispers as he tenderly attaches your lips once more. 

as he moves down your body, he isn’t shy with his wandering hands when he caresses your breasts over your shirt, pushing the cloth higher and kissing down your stomach, heat rapidly growing at your core. 

you’re flushed with excitement and when you take a look at the boy below, you can tell he is too.

finally, he rests his hands just above the waistband of your shorts, fingers gently stroking the skin below your navel. 

“i’m thinking… that you really enjoy our sneaking around,” his curls obstruct your view from his sultry eyes. your fingers weave their way through his locks, his strong gaze on you has your beaming red, and you’re desperate for him to do anything, 

“maybe, almost as much as me?” he’s teasing you, the roles are reversed and now you’re the one begging him.

he’s painfully slow in stripping you of your loose shorts, leaving your bottom half in just your panties.

your eyes close in bliss as you tilt your head back when peter kisses the inner of your thighs and he grunts at the sudden pull of his hair. his fingers are grasping onto your underwear torturously pulling the garment down when-

“hey honey, have you seen my-”

sad to say, peter’s spidey sense wasn’t quick enough to mask the obscene sight that your poor father had walked in on.

“jesus fuck!”

peter scrambles away from you handing you a pillow to save you some decency. 

and tony’s back on the other side of the closed door, clearly horrified at the very scene, “are you fucking kidding me!?”

“it’s not what it looks like mr. stark! s-sorry!” you stare at peter with a displeased look, rolling your eyes at both your dad’s and boyfriend’s reactions. 

his eyes are frantic when he looks to you for help, “i-i wasn’t doing anything i swear! i was just, checking out a-uh… a mole?” 

you give him an offended face, “a mole? seriously, pete?”

“i don’t know!”

while the two of you bicker, natasha is there waiting on the other side, an aggravated expression painted on her face.

tony clicks his tongue when he meets her outside, “well, that certainly wasn’t how i was expecting to find them, but…” 

“yea, whatever,” nat scoffs. rolling her eyes, she shoves a twenty dollar bill to his chest, too annoyed with the fact that she just lost a stupid bet to the billionaire.

“told you so.”

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The Merc's Instant Death By Gang Tickling

Shared this on Deviantart the other day. I don't usually write other people's characters like this, but seeing as the community is here, why not? Originally a gift for @lovemybluebully

Contains MMMM/M tickle torture (and swearing).

Note: Some SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home & Deadpool and Wolverine. This is your official warning.

“Logan? Al? Anyone home?” Deadpool called out in greeting as he let himself into the apartment, still dressed in full costume. “Ugh! What a day. First, I had to try three different stores before someone had the kibble Dogpool likes-”

“We’ve got company.” Logan interrupted from where he leaned casually against a desk.

Deadpool paused in the doorway and looked up to see three figures watching him expectantly from the den of their small apartment. The place felt cramped on a good day, but with three Spider-mans and a Logan all collectively waiting for him, the place felt downright claustrophobic. Deadpool hesitated there on the threshold, before entering and shutting the door behind him.

“Webhead…s!” He called cheerily, putting on his best casual voice. “It’s so cool to finally meet you, mask-to-mask. Actually, I’ve been looking for-”

“We know.” One of the Spider-mans said bluntly. Deadpool couldn’t tell them apart. They were all in full costume like him.

“Right! Yeah!”

“When word gets around that a deadly mercenary is after one of us, we notice.” Another Spidey spoke up.

“What? No, no! It’s not like that!” Deadpool protested. It was then that he happened to look up and froze. He was grateful the mask kept everyone from seeing the way he turned deathly pale. Even so, Logan seemed to notice the change in him and straightened so they were standing next to each other.

Deadpool whirled, throwing open the door, “I just remembered I have a fight scheduled with that new Iron-Doom-guy! You know how it is with the MCU. Wouldn’t want me to let everyone down, would you? Duty calls!”

He was just through the doorway when Logan caught him by the arm. “Wade, these guys have been waiting for you for ages. Where’re you going?”

Deadpool was already reaching for his trusty Baby Knife with his free hand. He didn’t need that other arm, anymore. It was a stupid arm. He’d grow back a better one.

“What about your rule about not bleeding in the apartment?” Logan tried again.

“I’m not the one in the apartment, Peanut. You are!”

“What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I saw the title of this thing!” Deadpool groaned. His whole arm? It was such a waste!

Logan reached out to stop him from using Baby Knife. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What are your intentions with Peter 3?” One of the Spider-mans interrupted behind them.

Deadpool paused, “You mean-he’s here?” Stupid. Of course he was! All three of the MCU Spider-mans were watching him from the den. His gaze drifted between the three of them, trying to pick out which was which. Couldn’t they wear numbers or something?

He craned his head to get another look at the title, but it hadn’t changed. With a weary groan, he sheathed Baby Knife and didn’t fight it when Logan pulled him back inside and shut the door.

All he needed to do was make sure the situation didn’t escalate to where the title happened. He could do this. Deadpool was great at de-escalation.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…

He swallowed, trying not to let on how flustered he was. “Intentions? No intentions! Pinky-swear!” His boots didn’t let on that he was crossing his toes. “It’s just- I- The costume!” He settled on. “It’s just such an iconic shade of red, you know? Like mine? I-I wanted to know how he made it look so vivid! Maybe give me some pointers. No offense, but it’s the best of the Spidey suits.”

For a moment, no one answered him. Logan was staring at him with the bewildered and stupefied expression he wore sometimes when Wade accidentally got a special guest star killed.

Then one of the Spideys leaned forward, “And which suit is that?”

Deadpool stared hard at one Spider-man. Then the next. Then the next. Then he returned to the first one again-

“Told ya he’d never give you a straight answer.” Logan grunted, shaking his head.

Another Spidey sighed and aimed his wrists, “Right. Plan B.”

“WHOA! HOLD ON! H-HOLD ON!” Deadpool cried, his hands up in surrender. But it was too late. Webbing shot across the room and wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms at his sides. He staggered before toppling awkwardly to the floor, landing on his back. He struggled to get back on his feet as they surrounded him.

Logan reached him first, straddling him with a smirk. Deadpool wasn’t surprised. Plan B was probably his idea – payback for all the times Wade snuck up and got him.

He thrashed against the webs, struggling desperately, but his arms wouldn’t budge. A moment later, he felt one of the Spider-mans land on his calves while the other two gathered on either side of his legs.

“I told them ‘bout the rule ya got about blood in the house,” Logan assured Deadpool as he started jabbing his fingers up and down his torso, earning a series of snickers from Wade as he strained to draw his arms in and protect himself. The webbing refused to let him budge an inch.

“They said it wasn’t their style anyway,” Logan went on. “Besides, this seems to work better on ya.”

“L-hogan! Guys! Waih-ACK!” Deadpool jumped as the Spidey sitting on his legs gave the spot just above his knees an experimental squeeze. “Yadhohohon’t hahahaveta dohoho thihihis! Ihihit’s j-jhust a missuhnderstEEEHEEHEEHEE!” His protests were swallowed by a wild shriek as the two remaining Spideys attacked his poor thighs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUH-HA-WAIH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-FUHAHAHACK!”

“You weren’t kidding about his legs.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAOSTAHAHA! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands trapped at his sides strained to grasp at something – anything that would free his already-overwhelmed nerves from the insanity. But there was only the cheap carpet for him to claw helplessly at.

The two on his thighs were ruthless. Two sets of hands digging into his poor trembling legs, sending shockwaves of tickles all along his nervous system up to his brain. Already it was too much. He had no control over how his legs thrashed desperately to escape the overload. Logan was forced to concentrate his efforts on keeping him still, careful not to put too much weight against his lungs as wild, frantic laughter poured out of him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He kicked, violent and sudden enough that it actually dislodged the terrible hands tickling him to pieces for a blissful moment. Deadpool was just able to inhale a long, wheezing breath, before they were upon him again.

“NEEHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!” He shrieked, “MEEEHEEHEE! M-MEHRCEY-MERCY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The hands that had been torturing his knees started in on his thighs too, because it didn’t tickle enough yet.

“NUH-HOHA! PLEAHEEHEE!” He protested dizzily. The sounds tearing out of him now were a mixture of screeching laughter and wheezing gasps for air. He’d been fighting like the Hulk to break free, but his muscles were too overwhelmed with his shaking laughter to resist much longer.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, guys. Let him breathe.” Logan snickered. Wade wanted to slug him for finding his murder funny, but he was too grateful for the break to call him out.

For a blissful moment, the only sound was his lungs’ eagerly gulping the air. He shuddered.

“Sss...ssheriously…” Deadpool finally managed, “…oh, shit…heh-hey…Logan…”

“Yeah, Bub?”

“…ihi…ihihif…” Deadpool swallowed, “…if y-you hehelp…mehe inst-ehead…I prahmise I’ll…fohorgive you…for thihis.”

“Is that so?” Deadpool yelped as Logan suddenly dug into his hips.

“YEHES! B-buhut thahat meheeheeans nuho tihihicklihing!-GAH! Quihihihit ihihihihit!” He pleaded, twisting and writhing against the webbing as Logan let him have it. “NUHOHO! AHA-Shit! STAHAHAHAHAP! Leh-HEMEGOHOHO! LOHOHOGAHAN!”

But his roommate did neither of those things.

“Ehahahahahahahahahaha! ST-HAPTIHICKLING! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! N-AHAHASHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

It was only when Wade squealed that Logan let him breathe again.

“Are you ready to tell us why you’re after Peter 3, yet?” One of the Spideys prompted.

“Ihihif I’d knohohown youhou all whanted me thihis muhuch-” He was cut off by his own scream for mercy as the hands returned to furiously digging and massaging into his poor thighs. Logan helpfully clawed against his hips, and Wade lost the chance to reason with his tormentors.

His screaming laughter returned with a vengeance. Too exhausted for struggling, his muscles resigned themselves to shaking from their effort to take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCKIHINGSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It felt like an eternity before they let up enough that he could catch his breath.

“Ohokayhey!” Deadpool gasped when he could finally speak, “…thahas ehenough!...I-I cahan’t hahahandleit!...Nho mohohore!” He’d go insane if they did that again. Well, more insane.

“So tell us why you’re after one of us. The truth this time.” One of the Spideys drew a teasing hand along the inside of his thigh. Deadpool snorted a laugh and squirmed. The way he’d said it had rendered him flustered all over again.

“I wihill! I swear! Just…maybe if you let me up first…and take your masks off s-so I can tehell you apart?”

“Not likely,” another Spider-man answered stonily.

“Fine.” He turned his head so at least it didn’t feel like he was confessing to Logan. “I…okay, look. Now that big yellow and I are officially in the MCU like you guys, there’s been a lot of people online talking about us, like…you know, in the comics…people are pretty stoked about the possibility, and there was that time Ryan and Andrew kissed at the Golden Globes…so sue me, okay? I was thinking about it.”

They were all watching him again.

“I don’t know what half of that means,” one of the Spideys said after a moment.

“Yeah, ya get used to it.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who are Ryan and Andrew? What’s an MCU?”

“Who’s Iron Doom?”

“You’ll find that last one out soon enough,” Deadpool insisted. “Can I get up now?”

“So for those of us not in your weird fantasyland…” Logan mused, “…let me see if I’m understanding this…you were looking for Peter…3…because you wanted…a date.”

“Sure. Yes. That.” Deadpool couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that he still didn’t know which Spidey was Peter 3. He focused on glowering at Logan instead. “That works. What can I say? I’m a romantic. Besides, the fans are already rooting for us…” He breathed a sigh of relief as they finally got off of him so he could stand. Unfortunately, he was still to exhausted for any impressive flips while his arms were trapped at his sides.

One of the Spider-mans noticed. In a move that made Deadpool immediately freeze, he leaned over and withdrew Baby Knife, cutting him free of the accursed webs. He offered Deadpool his free hand, and hauled him effortlessly to his feet. Wade staggered, but managed to remain standing, watching in bewilderment as the Spider-man unmasked.

Whatever dumb comment Deadpool had been about to make died in his throat as Peter 3 passed Baby Knife back to him.

Peter 3 watched as Wade removed his own mask before turning to Logan and the remaining Spider-mans and said, “Would you guys give us a moment?”

***

“All that for a fucking date,” Logan was still shaking his head about it long after the three Peters had left.

Wade glanced at him. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, but honestly, Wade was having trouble concentrating on it. He was well aware that he’d spent the entire evening with a stupid grin on his face.

“Totally worth it.”

Logan laughed, “Ya haven’t even gone on the date yet. Do you know how lucky you are that I was able to translate your gibberish before they wrecked you again?”

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, that reminds me…”

Logan yelped as Wade pounced on him, attacking his sides.

“Heh-HEYHE! NOHO!” The Wolverine promptly crumpled into a squirming mess.

“…I seem to recall offering you forgiveness, but instead you helped them tickle me to death!”

“Ihihi HEHEHELPED YOUHOU TOOHOO!”

“And for that I will show you mercy…eventually.”

[leemuur]

SPIDEYTORCH TIME LOOP WIP

I've heard you've got to write the fics you want to read, so of course I had to write a FF/Spideytorch time loop fic. Here's a sneak peak of the first few paragraphs...

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The world ended on a Tuesday night.

It was ironic, really, because as it all began, nothing was out of the ordinary. Deadly attack after a family dinner? Normal. Telling the kids to lay low while they throw on their uniforms? Normal. Punking on some doombots? Normal. Avengers rolling up to the party even though they’re not really needed? Normal.

A regular Tuesday night. Almost boring, even, as Johnny incinerated another batch of doombots, letting his eyes scan the battle in front of him, waiting for an explosion to absorb or a bot to melt. Victor hadn’t been spotted yet, which was unusual, but it’s about the only odd thing Johnny had noticed. 

A blur of red and blue whizzed past him. Johnny found himself smiling. Typical Tuesday night indeed.

“What, no invite?” Peter called, webbing a doombot and swinging it around to collide with the ground, “Color me offended!”

“Pretty sure the explosions are your invite,” Johnny said, throwing a fireball at the smashed robot for good measure, “and anyways, you always come crawling around, Webhead.”

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warandwordfare on AO3

[webhead3345]

Had to pause writing mid-chapter last night, and it was creatively named:

Title

[unfinished]

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Could I request HC Hyrule + HC Time + a bike?

Time glossed over all the bikes in the shop, wondering which one would be best for Hyrule. After the young paramedic had damaged both his bike and himself a few days ago, he'd been quite glum, and Time wanted to cheer him up. But he was not exactly an expert on bikes.

What determined what would work best? This one had more talk about gears, another about durability... he had no idea what he was doing.

Desperate, he texted Malon, who did some quick online research to try and assist him.

You should ride it home to test it out his wife teased via text.

Time smirked. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

But he really should have worn a helmet, he realized, after testing the bike out at the ranch and finding the nearest rock to throw him off balance. Malon's laughs were all the impetus he needed to scramble to his feet, pointedly ignoring her commenting how trauma surgeons of all people should know to wear damn helmets.

[grahambaham]

SPIDER-MAN FIC REC

Off The Record - literally my second favorite fanfic of all time, out of all the fandoms I've ever read about. Peter is the badass he should be in all the fics and the plot is SO good and the characterizations are perfect and just oh my god it's so good. The fight scenes?? Best shit I've ever read. It's Spideypool, not mcu Peter obviously, that would be pedophilia, and they're so fucking adorable. The mystery?? AHHHHHHHH SO GOOD. Just read it, you will never be the same, I promise you.

crookedswingset

Summary:

Peter Parker is a corporate lackey whose sole job is to root out problem executives who waste Oscorp’s money and time. Wade Wilson is a reserve Avenger on the hunt for a prize even Iron Man couldn’t nail down: the real identity of everyone’s favorite webhead. Too bad most people think Spider-Man is Harry Osborn.

EDIT:

I just finished reading the sequel and it's just as good, oh my god, is this author fucking serious? This kind of perfection shouldn't fucking exist. I mean, just the writing alone? AHUWSWJDEK

[sorcharavenlock]

31. Big Ass Avenger.

The Winchesters settle in nicely with Kitty, who keeps me regularly updated. There is plenty to do for them, they certainly don't get the chance to be bored!

I continue with my writing, and Loki keeps himself busy with his hobbies: playing guitar, checking his social media, reading and taking Fenrir for walks.

Then I get a DM from Nea. Her friend 'Webhead' has contacted her, and wants to meet up! He warns her he's bringing a friend who can help.

"He's running late," I say to Nea.

"Who do you think the friend is?" Kitty asks.

"let me send him another DM, see what's taking so long," Nea whips out her phone.

"Maybe it's Thor himself, wouldn't that be exciting?" Kitty smiled.

"Oh yes, I'm practically beside myself, how will I ever contain my joy?" Loki replies sarcastically.

"Be nice," I murmur at him.

"My apologies. Either it is no one important and we're back to square one, or it is truly one of the Avengers, neither of whom I'm eager to get reacquainted with," Loki explains to Kitty.

None of us notices the young man who walks into the coffee shop.

He stands still and looks around, obviously looking for someone.

"Hey Nea, could that be your friend?" I ask.

"Peter?" Nea waves him over and he sits down with us.

"Hi! Yeah, so I'm 'Webhead', but my real name is Peter. Peter Parker. And you must be Nea, Kitty, Marianna... and... and Loki's ghost. Sure. Because life isn't already weird enough." Peter introduces himself.

"It's a temporary situation!" Loki is quick to point out.

"We are trying to help Loki get in touch with his brother, Thor," I explain. "We had hoped you might be able to help with that since you've been able to get up close with the Avengers a few times."

"Up close? Yeah, you could say that," Peter mutters.

"I don't know Thor very well. I met him once or twice, but I'm not exactly on his BFF list. I'm friends with someone who is though.

He'll be here soon, he's just parking the jeep. He wanted to see for himself whether this was for real or a prank. But seeing Loki is actually here, if not a bit see-through, I'm sure he'll help you."

Before the waitress can take our order, the door opens again.

"Oh, I should have probably warned you!" Peter realises. "I can assure you, he's nicer then he looks!"

Half of our group jumps out of their seat.

"WTF! Is that the Incredible Hulk!" Nea blurts out in surprise.

"It's alright, I know Bruce. He won't harm you." Loki reassured Kitty.

We all sit down again.

"WTF? WTF WTF WTF?" Nea thinks as Bruce sits down next to her.

"Do'nt worry, I've got the Big guy under control," Bruce reassures us. "I won't start smashing up the place."

"Loki," Bruce greets Loki wearily. "How are you these days?"

"I have been better," Loki admits.

"I can see that," Bruce agrees.

"So you are trying to contact Thor. I suppose I do'nt have to ask why. Thor left with Peter Quill and some of the others after the whole Thanos thing.

I have a way to contact them, but only in emergencies. I wanted to see what was going on with my own eyes first, it was hard to believe three random ladies would know anything about Loki. Especially since I last heard you were dead."

"this time, I am," Loki admits. "For now anyway.

I have spoken to our mother's spirit and she believes I can be restored to life. She also believes it is important I contact Thor.

Can you help us with that?"

"Yeah okay, this seems emergency enough. But it might take a while, he's not exactly nearby right now."

"How do you know the Hulk?" Nea asks Peter. "And how do you get all these amazing pictures?"

"Let's say I am in a unique position to take them," Peter winks. "it's as easy as taking selfies."

"Wait.... what???????" Nea nearly chokes on her coffee. Slowly the penny drops. "Hey, that's cheating, I'm sure of it!"

"You think you might be able to return to life? How?" Bruce asks curiously.

"I'm not sure yet," loki admits. "We're still trying to work that part out. Right now, I'm open to any suggestions."

Bruce hesitates for a moment.

"I own a beach house in Sulani, it's nice and quiet there. Local legend speaks of healing waters that are rumoured to cure anything, possibly even death."

"It's a good a lead as any," Loki shrugs.

"I'm not promising anything, I haven't been able to find it. But come to Sulani, and we'll look for it together!"

"Yay!" Peter and Kitty cheer at the same time. "beach holiday!"

[sheerfreesia007]

Webhead Chronicles #30

Title: Webhead Chronicles #30

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,328

Warnings: Smut, first time sex

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @ladybokatankryze

It’s been almost a month now since they had started dating and things between the two of them have settled into their normal everyday life just now with a little bit of romance between them. Peter has discovered new favorite things about Ev that he didn’t think he’d ever know about if he never confessed to her. For example he loves when she gets flustered over his teasing and flirting, it’s usually just little things of him telling her how pretty she is or him telling her how he can’t wait until they're alone again. But her reaction is always so endearing to him, her face flushes hotly, her breath grows shallow and her pupils dilate with arousal. He loves seeing this reaction from her and does his utmost best to at least get this reaction once a day from her. 

In fact just this afternoon at school they had been walking down the stairs to get to lunch with Gwen when Ev had tripped and started to fall down the stairs. Peter had quickly caught her in his arms before guiding the two of them to the bottom of the stairs. Ev had looked up at him in awe before smiling brightly up at him causing Peter’s chest to bloom with warmth.

“I think you just…” he began to say to her as a smirk twisted onto his face when he found the perfect words to fluster her. She eyed him curiously, probably wondering what he would say. “Fell for me.” he finished and Ev’s eyes widened and then narrowed at him as frowned softly.

“Let me go.” she deadpanned at him and Peter began laughing brightly at her as he wrapped her tighter in his arms as she tried to squirm away from him. He nuzzled her neck with his nose and pressed a kiss to her skin.

“Not a chance.” he whispered to her and heard her gasp softly before she stilled and looked up at him. She then rolled her eyes as she smiled before leaning up to press a quick kiss to his mouth.

“Love you webhead.” she responded to him and Peter practically beamed from within at your confession and he grins widely at you before kissing you adoringly.

“Get a room, Parker!” Flash shouts and Peter flips him off as he wraps his arms tightly around Ev so that she won’t pull away. He can hear Flash laughing as he passes the two of them and Peter doesn’t stop kissing Ev until Flash is gone down the hallway. When he does pull away from her he can see that her eyes are a little glazed over and she’s staring at him with a happy warm smile gracing her face.

“C’mon let’s get to lunch. Otherwise I’ll keep you here forever.” he said to her and she shivered slightly at his words as her eyes dilated. Peter then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the lunchroom where he knew Gwen was waiting for them with a knowing smirk on her face that would make Ev blush. And it was just another thing that he found he loved about Ev now.

But now Peter found himself sliding Ev’s window up silently after patrol and slipping into her room on quiet feet. Her room is dimly lit by her bedside lamp and she’s nowhere to be seen, he wonders where she is when he hears her soft footsteps along the floorboards right outside her bedroom door. He quickly moves to the side of the bedroom that will be hidden from the doorway and waits with excitement for her to enter.

Peter’s shocked and loses his train of thought to scare her when he sees that she’s only wearing a towel wrapped tightly around her body. Her hair is damp and hanging back off her face in wet waves and down her back as she grips the edges of the towel together in between her breasts. Peter feels his body burst into flames as his eyes dance up and down her body lustfully. Her legs from her thighs down are bare and dewy from the shower making Peter salivate as his eyes take her in. Her shoulders are bare and droplets of water race down her skin in different patterns to be absorbed by the towel, Peter’s eyes follow a droplet as it careens down her collarbone before racing down her chest and disappearing between her breasts under the towel.

Arousal and desire courses through him making him mindless as he shoots out one of his hands and webs her casted hand that she used to close her bedroom door to the back of the door. She whirls around to stare at him in shock and Peter begins to stalk over to her. His stride is long and slow in the dim room; he can see her eyes take him in and the pupils dilate as she watches him walk towards her. He presses his body flush against hers and groans softly as he feels the fluffy texture of her towel through his suit as his forearms come up to rest against the door around her head.

“Did you just use my invention against me again?” she asked him incredulously and he smirks down at her as he grazes his nose gently against hers.

“It’s my invention Ev.” he whispers to her softly, ghosting his lips against hers. She gasps softly at his actions before pressing a light kiss to his mouth.

“I improved it.” she counters when she leans her head back against the door and he smirks at her. Her eyes are dancing defiantly and Peter can’t help the excitement that’s growing within him. He leans on his right forearm and moves his left hand from the door to cup her neck and tilt her head towards him.

“God you’re gorgeous.” he whispers to her and she lets her mouth fall open as her eyes have dilated with desire for him. He nips at her mouth lip gently before capturing her mouth in a heated kiss while she whimpers against his mouth. He can feel her hand clutching the towel closed still against his chest and he groans at the thought that they’re only separated by his suit and her towel, he can feel his cock starting to grow in his suit and the feeling of her pressed against him is driving him insane. He grinds his hips into hers and Ev gasps against his mouth as her feet shift, Peter’s panting now as he thrusts his hips into hers and grinds against her own hips. The sensation feels so good to him and he can feel his cock growing even harder at the sensation. Her hips follow his as he pulls away and Peter growls softly at her knowing that he’s driving her insane as well.

“Pete, please.” she whines to him softly and Peter feels his cock notch between her thighs and the two of them moan loudly to each other. Peter’s mouth falls open against hers and the two devolve into just grinding against each other against her door. Peter suddenly pulls away from her and Ev gasps as her hand falters causing the towel to slip from her grip and her body is exposed to his hungry eyes. He stares with lust shining through his eyes at her as her skin is shone to him. His eyes travel slowly up and down her body taking her all in as he groans low in his throat. Her body is perfect to him, her biceps are slightly muscled no doubt due to all the tinkering that she does, her collarbones are prominent and call to him as his eyes dance further down her body. His eye gaze at her breasts and he can see her nipples hardening in reaction to him, Peter’s only ever seen bare breasts from a centerfold in those dirty magazines that caught his attention at the newsstands. And to him Ev’s breasts are perfect and he can’t keep his eyes off of them. But as his eyes travel lower he groans loudly and has to readjust his hard cock in his suit, her hips flare out from her soft stomach and her thick thighs are the best nesting area for her pussy. He can feel drool start to pool in his mouth as he stares at her heatedly. “Pete.” she says softly and his eyes dart up to her own. 

She has an insecure look on her face and he’s instantly moving to crowd her back against the door again. His hand comes to the zipper at the back of his suit as he moves and he’s easily pulling the suit from his body so that he’s just as bare as she is. He hisses softly as his cock is exposed to the cool air and then hisses once again when his cock nestles in between her thighs at her apex.

“You are absolutely stunning.” he says softly to her as he cups her face and tilts her face up to stare at him. “Absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to make love to you. Please, let me make love to you Ev.” he whispers to her and Ev gasps as her eyes widen and she begins to nod her head eagerly.

“Yes, please.” she husks out to him and Peter feels his cock twitch against her where it’s nestled between her thighs. He effortlessly releases her hand from the webbing on the door and scoops her up in his arms before walking her to the bed and gently laying her down on the comforter.

She splays out on the bed below him and Peter moans at the image she makes for him. He tries to calm his shallow breaths but he’s unable to as he climbs onto the bed on top of her. He knows that their first time is supposed to be special but Peter doesn’t think he’d be able to stop at this point, the call of her body is just too much for him. He then realizes that he doesn’t have a condom and it’s like a blast of cold air to his face.

“Oh shit. I don’t have a condom. Ev we have to wait. I can swing down to the little bodega by your job and get some.” he begins to ramble as he sits back on his heels and feels himself begin to worry that he ruined the mood. But Ev is twisting on her bed to reach for her bedside table and as she rummages through her drawer Peter wonders what she’s doing. It’s only when she lays back on the bed holding up a condom that he realizes that she’s prepared herself for this, and the thought that she’s bought condoms because she wants to make love to him has Peter feeling even more turned on than he was before.

“I’ve got it covered Pete. I kinda just bought a mix of them because I didn’t know your size but I think this will work.” she says bashfully to him and Peter grins at her before hovering over her once again.

“You are absolutely perfect for me.” he says softly to her and she grins widely at his words. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably perish.” she deadpans to him and he bursts out into happy laughter at her teasing. Ev laughs alone with him as Peter takes the condom from her hand before quickly slipping it onto his cock. Ev pouts at him for a moment and he tilts his head quizzically at her. “I wanted to put it on. I’ve been practicing with Gwen on bananas.” Ev told him honestly and Peter bit his lip as he tried not to laugh at her confession.

“You’ve practiced.” he said softly and unbelievingly causing Ev to nod her head at him. “Fuck me, Ev.” he gasped out as he guided his cock back between her thighs.

“That’s the idea, Parker.” she teases him with a smirk on her lips. Peter can feel the imbalance between them and instantly wants to even it up so he glides his cock between her pussy lips causing Ev to gasp sharply and arch her back off the bed. He smirks down at her before leaning down and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. Ev moans beautifully for him as her good hand comes up to card through his hair.

“I swear next time you can put the condom on me. But right now I need to be inside you.” he pants out against her breasts. Ev’s legs fall open and Peter moves so that he’s situated between them letting his cock fall heavy on her exposed pussy. He glides his cock along her pussy gathering her slick and making Ev thrash on the bed below him. He can see her pussy in the light of her bedside lamp and hesitantly lets his fingers explore her body, his thumb brushes against the top apex of her pussy and Ev’s jolts nearly off the bed as she moans low in her throat. “Right there?” he asks as he brushes his thumb against the spot again causing her to cry out.

“Yes, please. Fuck. Pete please. Fuck me.” Ev pants out to him and Peter grips his cock at the base before guiding it to her entrance.

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” he asks in a gasp and Ev stares directly into his eyes as she feels him waiting there.

“Yes, I want you so badly.” she pants out to him and Peter nods his head as he slips his cock head between her lips. He slowly enters her and watches her face for any sign of discomfort. The feeling is otherworldly for him as he feels his cock slip between her warm wet walls. When he’s halfway in, Ev grimaces slightly and Peter stops as he pants heavily. “Keep going, it’s supposed to hurt the first time. I’ll get used to it when we start moving.” She instructs him and Peter looks down at her with a furrowed eyebrow.

“But if it hurts you-” he begins to protest and pull out of her but Ev stops him by wrapping her legs over his hips and digging her heels into his ass cheeks. Peter looks down at her surprised as her heels push him further in as her hands grip her comforter.

“It’s only slightly uncomfortable. My body will get used to it and it’ll start feeling good soon. It’s only the first time that it’s uncomfortable.” She reminded him and Peter nodded his head at her as he remembered their sex education classes that had to take. “Plus if you keep touching my clit it’ll feel even better.” She instructs him.

Peter nods his head as he tries to catch his breath, with her guiding him all the way into her he can feel her walls wrapped around him tightly and they pulse along with her heartbeat making his cock throb with desire. He moves one of his hands from the bed to glide down at her heated body, his fingers make an invisible trail from her shoulder down between her breast, circle her belly button and then glide down the middle of her pubic bone to that spot just under it. He feels her walls clench around him and he falls to his forearm gasping as pleasure bursts within his body like an explosion with the blast center being his cock.

“Fuck Ev!” he hisses out to her and she chuckles softly before moaning as his finger strums against her clit.

“Oh God, that feels so good Pete.” she whimpers out and Peter doubles his effort of stimulating her clit. Her hips jerk and thrust up against his and Peter moans softly as his hips take their cue and he begins to thrust into her. “Oh yes! Just like that.” Ev instructs him and Peter can feel his orgasm already building rapidly.

“Ev, I’m not going to last long.” he confesses as he looks down at her and she nods her head quickly at him.

“Me neither Pete. Keep touching me please. I’m so close.” she whimpers and Peter nods his head at her words. Peter swings his hips in a steady arc into her hips as his fingers circle and brush her clit, he can feel her walls fluttering around him and her legs fall to the bed as her feet plant in the mattress. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh! Oh shit! Pete!” Ev chants to him softly as her body pushes up from her heels and meets his own body while her walls clamp around him as her orgasm breaks within her. Ev is moaning low in her throat as her head thrashes from side to side and Peter can’t hold back, he thrusts forward into her and holds himself there as he cums inside the condom.

“Oh my god.” Peter groans out as he feels his orgasm wash over him delivering him to a new high that he’s never felt before. He lowers his body onto hers gently and nips at her neck to try and ease himself. “I adore you.” he says softly to her as he lifts his head and looks down at her. She’s staring up at him with sated sleepy eyes that her lids have fallen halfway down.

“I love you.” she responds and Peter smiles down at her as her responding beaming smile blinds him.

“Love you too.” he whispers to her before kissing her deeply while wrapping his arms around her. The two of them snuggle for a quiet moment before Ev is squirming underneath him.

“I have to use the bathroom.” she says softly and Peter nods his head as he slowly withdraws from her causing her to hiss slightly at the sensation. He looks up at her concerned and she shakes her head at him. “I’m okay, I promise Just a little sore.” He nods his head and the two of them get up from the bed, Peter slips the condom off and ties it off before throwing it into her garbage can next to her desk as she exits her room quietly.

Moments later she’s slipping back into her bedroom and Peter can see that she’s holding a wet washcloth. He tilts his head at her curiously as she moves over to him and pressing a hand to his chest easing him back onto her bed.

“Let me clean you up.” she tells him softly and Peter stares at her with wide love filled eyes.

“I thought I’m supposed to do that to you?” he asked in awe and she smiled at him as she gently cleans his cock.

“Next time you can do it to me. Tonight let me take care of you.” she coos at him and Peter melts at her actions and words. She then hands him sweats to wear and they both get into bed. Peter wraps her tightly in his arms as they settle down and he presses a kiss to her temple.

“I love you for more than what we just did tonight.” he says softly to her and Ev looks over at him with a furrowed brow. “I don’t want you to think that I only wanted sex. I want everything with you Ev. I want the highs and lows, I want the fights and the make ups, I want the tears and the laughter. I want all of it.” he says softly to her and she hums back at him.

“You have all of it Pete. You’re never getting rid of me now.” she tells him with a jaunty smile on her lips. Peter chuckles at her before pulling her into a deep loving kiss. He nods his head at her before they both snuggle further into her comforter and fall asleep entwined with each other.