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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

[hurtspideyparker]

The Avengers as High School Friend Group Archetypes

Tony Stark: Mentally ill friend. Made too many suicide jokes so his friends forced him into therapy. Flakes out on plans a lot. Either has a God complex or the worst self-esteem known to humankind. Freaks everyone out when he texts goodbye in the gc without context (he's just going on a business trip)

Bucky Barnes: Black cat. Hisses at everyone but Steve. Great at holding his boundaries but comes off aloof. Nobody is sure if he actually likes them but would secretly kill for all his friends. Hides in shadows and jumpscares everyone with his lurking. Secretly naps on Sam's bed when no one's looking

Steve Rogers: Mom friend. Always has granola bars, Tylenol, and a Tide to Go on him. Organizes the group hangouts and reminds everyone when they have a dentist appointment. Everyone's parents love him, "you can go if Steve's going" vibe. Constantly getting his friends out of trouble (secretly encourages them). His romantic life is a disaster

Thor Odinson: Gym bro. Eats eggs, chicken and rice everyday. Forces his friends to join him in the gym and comments about them not eating enough protein. Genuinely cares for their health, will get them out of bed for food and fresh air when they're sad. Goes through protein powder like Tony went through cocaine in the 80s

Peter Parker: Annoying little brother. Someone's mom definitely made them bring him to the big kid hangout. Everyone bullies him but he doesn't realize it, he just likes the attention from the cool older kids. Sam and Bucky hold him upside down from his ankles till he gets dizzy and Steve makes them put him down. Everyone is super protective of him when he's outside the friend group (hey, only we get to be mean to him)

Sam Wilson: Therapist friend. Gets way too many texts at 3 am. Extremely emotionally mature but laughs at fart jokes. Knows everyone's trauma and will use it against them if provoked. Strangers randomly vent to him in public. Gentle parents adults when they're upset. Nobody ever asks him how he is

Natasha Romanoff: Man hater. All her best friends are men and none of them are actually sure if she's joking about hating them. Mean but never takes things too far. Flirts constantly because she thinks it's funny but is really awkward and bad at it when she genuinely likes someone. Hates when someone treats her like a man / "one of the bros", wishes she had more female friends

Bruce Banner: Bad luck friend. Can not catch a break. Everytime they hear from him something new has gone wrong in his life. His dog threw up on his bed, his computer broke before a huge deadline, his favourite sweater shrunk in the dryer. Just a disaster of a human. Constantly has some minor injury, from inexplicable bruises to a sprained wrist. Never having a good day but tries to remain positive. Anxious

Clint Barton: Class clown. Will make a fool of himself in front of every pretty girl in his vicinity. Is actually only funny half the time, the other half he's just loudly wrong. Confidence is key for him. Can charm and talk his way out of anything. Will make everyone laugh at the worst moments. Women reject him because he has a girl best friend

Wanda Maximoff: Boy crazy. Is ready to talk about her crush, boyfriend, or situationship at any given moment. Is never single for longer than a month. Will not take shit from a man and makes sure her and her friends are treated properly. Surprisingly good at balancing her friendships and relationships, doesn't neglect people. Has Pinterest boards for her wedding, dream home, and decor. Wants to be a stay at home mom. Big Swiftie and went to the Eras Tour

Pietro Maximoff: Unemployed friend. Always doing the most random thing on a Tuesday morning. One day he's kayaking in British Columbia, the next he's joined an MLM scam. He has a new cat? He adopted him from Istanbul on that trip no one knows about. He's drinking fresh lemonade? He actually volunteers with disabled elderly and Doris gives him lemons from her tree. Knows how to cook a turkey. Unclear if he's homeless or not, usually sleeping on a friend's couch or at a random woman's place (still on the couch)

[batcavescolony]

Why do people keep saying they want Agatha to adopt Billy or that Billy is a motherless child or that Agatha is Billy's new mom.... Y'all he says Rebecca is his mom, canonically in the show. Agatha isn't his mom.

[squilfmybeloved]

sometimes family is just an enhanced spider teenager, his aunt, his silly little sister, his eerily talented archer sister, her assassin girlfriend, and the fucking avengers. and thats okay

[fountainpenguin]

"All the other guys, they are so- interchangeable! Little talent, yeah, but you know, that's debatable... Toss 'em to the left, to the left..." (x)

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Frayed Knots - Chapter 39

"Godparents For Hire"

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Let’s do this in style. I twirled my wand between my fingers. “Good evening, my young friend! It is Mandelro, isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance tonight, and the honour’s all mine. I’m Anti-Cosmo-” “-and I’m Wanda,” she chimed in, butting her shoulder against my own. Mandelro froze, fingers tight on the rocky ridges, as she and I lifted our wands in sync. “And we’re… your Fairy godparents!”

In which Anti-Cosmo and Wanda visit their Boudacian godkid in the Summer of the Flaming Clouds, and Anti-Cosmo meets a green-haired fairy with an unmentionably horrible job.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Godparents For Hire

Well, I thought, prepping easy-to-grab sandwiches to stock the icebox with, this promises to be a semester I’ll never forget. The sandwiches had been Mona’s idea. Even without tasting them, I could already tell she was brilliant… Not that that was a surprise. I’d be grateful for these things when I was on the go. Especially since I was making all mine without cheese. I’d bought special stickers just for this occasion: blue circles for my wraps and pink ones for Wanda’s. I had orange stickers on hand for Mandelro, just in case we ever had to feed him on short notice before a school club or sport or… whatever it was Boudacian kids did after classes released.

“What do you think, Lohai? Does he sound more like a boar-lover or a pheasant fan to you?”

Her lantern rested on the counter with me, but the only response I got from her was a sleepy sort of hum. Ah, genies… You can’t do a thing with them when the pregnancy’s this far along, wot? They really are so very sweet.

One thing had become apparent quite quickly last night: Wanda and I both liked sticking to a schedule if we could get our minds around it. Ha. Jotting down ideas didn’t cause me any trouble. That was the easy part. Now, the commitment to hitting my tasks at the right time of day…

Well, you never could predict that. It varied by the season, if I must be honest. And it varied by my mood. My daily ritual of pheromone application, the oils smeared across my cheeks, certainly seemed to have taken the edge off my wild ups and downs. I’d picked up two new bottles before our study abroad began. “Let’s hope they don’t drip in the sandwiches,” I muttered, and wrapped the sandwich in a wrinkled mulberry leaf for Wanda. Very filling. If she didn’t eat it, I certainly would. I marked it with a sticker and into the pile it went. Last one for the morning. I threw my hands in the air, smirking wide for no one but Lohai to see.

“Haha! And soon, not only shall I master lunch preparation, but I shall conquer premade dinners, too! … I’m thinking mushroom soup. Oh Lohai, you’ll be so proud of me… I’m prepping meat for her meals, and I’m not writhing on the floor!”

“Meat sounds nice,” Lohai murmured. Her voice echoed through the lantern. Oh, pooh… All my yelling mustn’t make for a relaxing naptime environment.

“Sorry, my dear,” I whispered, and went about cleaning the counters as quick as I could.

Our schedule for today looked quite simple, really (Smashingly so, I might add). Even now, Wanda was well on her way to Boudacia with our rat cage in hand. Once there, she would set the beginnings of a portal underneath the crawl dish. I’d take up the end of the so-called magic thread she’d left behind, intertwine her spell with my own, and set the receiving end. Here in Carriage Corner, I’d pair the magic with a special closet door set aside explicitly for such a purpose. Now, presuming that I did it right - and as a long-time demon summoner, I had no doubt in my coordination - we ought to score high-class marks that would set us up for weeks to come. By the end of the week, Wanda and I were both due to turn in a write-up about our experience. Simple enough.

Portals came in many shapes and forms. Far too many things could go wrong with such a spell, but I didn’t worry. Technically speaking, Wanda had the more difficult job (and a much longer morning). We’d agreed it was best I stay behind given my history of unpredictably unstable magic. Why, I might fly out to Boudacia and land myself unable to contact her, unable to form my half of the portal link, and unable to travel far to get back home. And given that her crown floated higher above her head than mine, I felt quite certain that Wanda had more power to give in the first place. Yes… all the better that she travelled out while I stockpiled sandwiches for the rest of our week.

Could portals really work if a fairy cast one end and an anti-fairy the other? Every twitch and curl of magic in my system churned at the thought. I ran through the steps again. Soon enough, Wanda would launch the spell my way. I simply had to prepare myself to draw it in, then tie it off. Nothing to it. I’d closed gates after my demon summoning plenty of times, not to mention watched Mona spay or neuter a few animals, so locking down the waypoint’s local end seemed exactly the right fit.

This, you may have guessed, did leave me twiddling my thumbs for a lengthy time as Wanda skimmed across the universe. So when I’d made all the sandwiches we had bread for, I sought out my faithful friend and study partner. Whyever not? I tapped on her door until she opened it, halfway through re-dyeing her hair from brown to pretty pale yellow. Oh, she looked a dreadful mess with dye dripping down her face, but I knew in that moment she cared nothing for embarrassment. She didn’t hide herself. She, in her imperfect beauty, came to speak with me. I shall cut to the underlying point without dressing it in the talk-around-the-subject way my people do:

"Blonda, I need a favour… I do so hate to ask, but I don’t see how they’d give the information I’m looking for directly to an Anti-Fairy. Could you perhaps, if it isn’t inconvenient, track down a fairy named Lucas Rainwings? He's…" I hesitated, air hissing through my teeth. "He's my nana's fairy partner, but they were separated by the war. Before things become… even remotely physical between you and I, I'd like to talk to him. I'm quite certain he's still alive." My nana had implied as much over migration when she'd told me she keeps away from him on purpose out of mercy for the Rhoswen syndrome raging in his head. Ha. Mercy.

Blonda looked curious, not nearly as annoyed to be given this task as I'd feared. "I didn't know you had relatives in a cross-Court relationship."

"Well, they aren't together anymore, but I'm technically his grandpup. Really, I don’t know how I’d go about finding him- Fairy World is huge and I’ve only seen a small portion of it, not to mention my border pass grants me only limited wandering. I do wish I could meet him, though. Not even my mum ever met my biological grandfather, and my nana always mentions Lucas as her partner before she mentions Anti-Jasper. So terribly sorry to drop this all on you; I didn't think of it any sooner."

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[crazylavenders]

It’s a hard question because you can only choose one but you also have to choose an avenger to die instead (write in comments). You have a whole week

[midnightlizard]

MCU masterlist

"✧" is for the characters I particularly enjoy writing for

●Wanda Maximoff ✧

●Natasha Romanoff ✧

●Pepper pots

●Kate Bishop ✧

●Carol Denvers

●Yelena Belova (only platonic)

●Peter Parker

●Aunt may

●Shang-chi

●Katy

●Xu Xialing

●Darcy Lewis ✧

General masterlist

[dangerousdesiress]

In honor of Black History Month…

Kellita Smith ✨

With over 25 years in the game, Kellita Smith has graced our screens with her charming performances and captivating beauty.

Most remember her from The Bernie Mac Show and Z Nation. However, Kellita Smith’s career spans all the way back to the early 90’s.

From her first appearance on the hit TV show, In Living Color to her reoccurring roles on Martin, The Jamie Foxx Show and many more. She has shown her versatility in acting whether it’s comedy or drama.

Raised in the inner city of East Oakland, California; Kellita Smith grew up as a Black Panther’s cub attending Oakland Community Learning Center.

Here is where she would learn the importance of character development, what it meant to be an impact in her community and moving her culture forward. These are values that she would take with her into adulthood and also use to help cultivate her craft as an artist.

More than just an actor, Kellita Smith is also a philanthropist and speaks to many disadvantaged women outside of the spotlight.

Kellita Smith being one of my favorite actresses and top women I admire, I wanted to make this post in dedication to the influential figures we celebrate in Black History and their impact.

As just one of her many supporters, I celebrate Kellita Smith and her contribution to Black Television, the acting world and her community. ✨

“…I really think what it is to be uniquely different or to be uniquely impactful is to be black… It’s unique!” - Kellita Smith

Writer: Cemecia M.

(Ref: IMDb) (Ref: YouTube: Nate Jackson Radio Show - Kellita Smith Interview - February 2020) (Ref: Touré Show - Kellita Smith Interview - November 2020)

[andrwgarfields]

MORE AGATHA AND BILLY PLEASE!!!!

[soldierrcore]

Just A Couple Of Spiders.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐂!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

swearing

"Hi, Ms Lily how is your day going so far." Daniel greeted at the lunch lady as she poured chili on his plate.

"I'm good. Have a nice day Daniel." Lily smiled putting an apple on his plate, she looked around before putting a oatmeal rasin cookie on his tray.

Daniel thanked her before walking to his table, as he sat down across the cafeteria Leo Ryan the school bully was looking him dead in the eye.

Daniel looked next to Leo to see Jean Grey, Leo's girlfriend winking at him.

Daniel slightly gulped, looking down at his chilli, he grabbed his spoon and started eating.

"Hey Parker."

Daniel slowly looked up to see Leo smirked above him holding a basketball.

"Hey Derek. Buddy." Daniel nervously smiled, Leo threw his basketball at Daniel's head. The ball bounced off of Daniel's forehead landing back in Leo's hands.

Leo laughed walking away highfiving a few people on the way back to his table.

_

After school Daniel walked to the local comic book store. It was a daily thing for him.

He'd go to school, then buy a churro after and would go to the comic store.

His younger brother would do the same, well sometimes he would go to the comic store with Daniel.

He tended to go dumpster diving instead.

Their parents died when they were younger in a plane crash, so they moved in with aunt May and uncle Ben.

Sadly, Ben passed before Daniel's sixteenth birthdays in a robbery gone wrong.

Both of them took it. Differently, Peter and May found confront in talking about him, but Daniel found it easier to avoid any mention of Ben, anything reminding him of Ben, Daniel was sad, of course, but he couldn't and wouldn't talk about it.

"Here." Daniel handed the worker a twenty-dollar bill for the 12 comics he had sat down on the counter at the counter.

Jean Grey, who was unfortunately the cashier, grabbed the money and put it in the cash register.

Then, she picked up the comics and set them in a bag.

What didn't go unnoticed to Daniel was her writing down her number on the receipt and sliding it into the bag.

"Have a good day, Daniel," She winked at him handing him the bag. "And call me sometime."

"Thank you, Jean." Daniel smiled at the blue-eyed redhead.

He turned and walked out of the store putting in his headphone and blasted PartyNextDoor's Break From Toronto.

"Mr. Parker, " A brunette shouted as she followed Daniel. But, of course, he couldn't hear her due to the headphones.

"Mr. Parker!" The woman called again. She tapped him on the shoulder, finally getting Daniel's attention.

Daniel turned around and took out his headphones. "I'm sorry, headphones." He smiled sheepishly, "D-Do I know you?"

"No. I'm was sent here by Mr. Stark to pick you up. Your brother Peter Parker said you would be here." The woman explained.

Daniel looked at her with disbelief. "Did Peter pay you to prank me?"

The woman shook her head and crossed her arms. "No, sir, he did not. I'm here on behalf of-"

He rolled his eyes before looking around, expecting to see his brother hiding somewhere, holding his phone up, videoing him while laughing his head off.

"Alright, Pete, where are you? I know you're there. Come on I'm not going to fall for this!" Daniel shouted. Multiple people walked past him gave him a weird look.

"Please come with me, Mr. Parker." The woman told him.

Daniel groaned in embarrassment, realizing this wasn't a joke, and he just humiliated himself on the street, following her to an all-black Audi.

He opened the back door and climbed in. Then, after what seemed like twelve hours later (forty-five minutes later), they pulled up to an airport where a private white jet waited.

Daniel got out of the car and grabbed his backpack, "Holy shit." He mumbled in awe as he followed the lady up to the jet.

They walked up the stairs into the passenger cabin, where he saw Peter and a man sitting in the plane.

"Pete?" Daniel called. Peter looked up from his phone to see him.

Daniel set down his backpack on one of the many rows of chairs.

"Hey, Dan." Peter smiled, getting out of his chair and making his way over to his older brother.

Peter leaded his older brother to the lows of seats, Peter sat down across from Daniel, directly facing him. Peter then explained the whole ordeal to him.

"We're going to fight Captain America!?"

[classypiratevoid]

Imagine if | reader x avengers 

| Imagine if | you x avengers | sorry if anything’s spelt wrong | movie spoilers 

Imagine: Loki needed a place to hide out and you needed a roommate. One thing led to another and the both of you started hooking up, frequently, until one day he left without a word, you never knew who he was until the New York instant.

Imagine: Kong asking you to play video games with him, neither one of you are really good at it so you both get bullied when you had your online matches. Thor always had to stand up for both of you

Imagine: going to a small mom and pop diner with Tony Stark after a long day and eating some burgers and milkshakes. neither one of you really talking about how tough the day was, instead just covering it up with jokes.

Imagine: being Venoms host.

Imagine: getting drunk at a 4th of July Festival and waking up the next day to see you hooked up with Steve Rogers.

Imagine: being the only person who didn't forget Peter Parker.

Imagine: you were married to Pietro Maximoff and Wanda had to tell you he died.

Imagine: (similar to the one above) what if you were the one that took Vision’s life in Infinity War, (just like she did) and had to tell Wanda what you did.

Imagine: (Marisa Tomei version of Aunt May) Aunt May was your mom and Peter was your younger cousin, after he came to live you it didn’t take long to figure out his secret. Of course he doesn’t know you know.

Imagine: the Falcon rescuing you from a burning building or something, he wraps his arms tight around Your waist as you hold on for dear life around his neck. “don’t worry you’re safe now” he says as he takes flight, “I know i’m just not too keen on flights.” You say as you shut your eyes tight and bury your head in his shoulder. “Well, it’s a short flight.” He says with a small smirk as he lands back on the ground, letting you go.

Imagine: Bruce Banner, teaching you Brazilian Jujitsu.

Imagine: irritating Natalia Romanoff every time you have a minor inconvenience with your phone or laptop, like, “hey Natalia can you help me with this? I think my phone is broken. It’s-…” then she just cuts you off with a tired look on her face. like, “let me see it” and all she ever does is turn your phone off and on before handing it back to you but you still show boat it. like, “oh my gosh thank you so much”

Imagine: going on the shopping spree with Pepper Potts after her and Tony got in a fight.

Imagine: you babysitted Cassie way before Scott Lang went to jail and after he got out Margaret asked if you would come with her for a supervised visit. you agreed to it not thinking much of it until that night when Scott friend requested you online, It started off with just catching up as old friends then wanting to know how his daughter was over the years. You knew you would be lying if you said you didn’t find it a little bit attractive how much he cared for Cassie, despite everything he really was a good dad.

Imagine: estranging playlists with Bucky. Like, once every two weeks, you guys give each other a new playlist, his is always filled with some of his favorite songs from 1917-1945 as for you. You always give him playlists filled with songs from 1990-2024.

Imagine: kissing Eddie Brock and then venom takes over and starts French kissing you

Imagine: always making cat puns in front of Nick fury because you know how he lost his eye.

I plan on making a X-Men version 😘and possibly a smut version ��

[heckcareoxytwit]

The women and girls from different eras have been kidnapped by a mysterious alien entity who wants to remake the worlds/timelines without any females in history. None of the women are amused with its motive so they fought back to return to their timelines.

Women of Marvel v5 #1, 2024

[ronancexists]

I might actually quit Marvel. First Peggy dies, then they killed Natasha, who was my absolute favorite. Quickly followed by that was Tony. Next was Aunt May, then they possibly? killed Wanda (still unsure about this one), and now MARIA?!?! LIKE WTF IS UP WITH THIS SHIT?!?!?!

[this-is-chaos-magick]

I find it hilarious that pre-Wandavision.. (Aou to endgame) people are literally treating Wanda like a teenager...like people are making a big deal out of the "theory of Wanda having a baby" because back then Wanda is kinda seen as somebody who is young like peter...(Clint making a joke about her going to highschool in cacw and Steve referring to her as a "kid") And Now 😭😭 she's literally as seen as an someone older and a milf.... it's so funny to me like she used to be the "emo teen" now it's like she reached the Aunt Status real quick

most of the fics pre- Wandavision she's the always the younger one now she's the older...idk it's funny it's like she actually grew up

(we have no confirmed age of wanda but we know that she's born on 1989....since the year in the mcu is like 5 years advance post-endgame...if my counting is right she'll be in her 40s when she comeback)

[fountainpenguin]

Finding the worst people to spend your time writing really does make the regular world feel so much brighter, huh?

[inmutant]

Pictures of Wanda, on Luna's phone for @krasnayavedma