#febuwhump 2020

[konan-supernova]

as always whumptober snuck up on me and i only have like 2 prompts finished. i may try to get them all in by October 2024 if im feeling particularly ambitious

[febuwhump]

febuwhump 2024 survey results

has it been six months since febuwhump? yes. yes it has. nevertheless, here's the cold hard data (analysis) of the survey from febuwhump 2024: feb five.

firstly, this year was our most popular yet! with 1417 works in the official collection across 329 fandoms, we made (and shared) 103 fics more than 2023, and 770 more than my first year running febuwhump in 2021! this isnt even including all the art and fics posted to tumblr, or wasn't shared during the event, which would put our total so much higher!

the prompt list had 4000+ notes and i received 115 responses to the survey.

there were 62 people in the hall of fame, up from 51 in 2023.

the blog hit 2,683 followers, up from 1,946 at the end of the 2023 event.

across two independant check, based on the average word count of 2,000 words per fic in the 2024 collection, and aware of the multi-chapter fics (some of which were finished after the event), it is estimated that 2.8 million words were written for febuwhump 2024. which is just. fucking insane.

now, onto the survey results!

firstly: in what way did you participate in Febuwhump this year?

with extra write-ins not pictured, fanfiction was the overwhelming winner with 92 responses (82.6%), followed by original fiction (22.6%) and artwork (11.3%). interesting to me personally is the 4 responses who wrote poetry and the not-pictured 1 response who created web-weaving! which is very cool and i would like to see it.

fandoms

according to the survey:

the most popular fandoms written for were the star wars universe and legend of zelda universe (8/115 responses)

21 responses included original fiction

the majority of responses also referenced more than one fandom, meaning less people stuck to a single fandom or topic the entire time.

according to the collection:

21 anime/manga fandoms were represented

51 books/literature fandoms were represented, 12 being specific star wars subseries

24 RPF fandoms were represented, including bands and minecraft servers

the most popular fandoms written about in the collection were:

star wars (all media types) - 253 works

star wars: the bad batch - 80 works

torchwood - 66 works

original work - 56 works

my hero academia - 54 works

why and how

next, there were a lot of really lovely responses about why participants took part in febuwhump, a few favourite and repeated responses being that it seemed fun, they'd done it before and so wanted to do it again, and they liked to write about their favourite characters suffering. also, multiple people have been doing it for three of the four years i've been running it (of five total), and several were encouraged by friends!

the majority of participants discovered febuwhump through tumblr, the admin's tumblr, ao3 fics and discord servers. a handful said there's apparently a google doc floating around that houses a whump event calendar. i would be interested in seeing that if anyone's got it.

did you participate in Febuwhump 2020, 21, 22 or 23?

the majorty of respondants were new comers to febuwhump at 66.1% "no" to 33.9% "yes". the majority of comparisons to previous years referenced a noticably bigger community, more interaction on the blog, and the admin being more "confident" (oh, you guys), however several noted that the prompts felt more repetitive or samey this year than they did previously.

are you a Febuwhump completionist or participant?

a fairly even split, 51.3% of participants didn't finish compared to the 48.7% who did. however, only 88.1% of those completionists submitted to the hall of fame.

for those who didn't complete, the most common amount of prompts completed was 2 (13.6%), 3 (11.9%) and 12 or 6 (6.8%).

the most common place to share prompt fills was tumblr (74.8%), ao3 (72.2%), or choosing not to share at all (7%). several write-in responses said that they were planning to share in the future but hadn't yet. and while 76.4% of people submitted to the ao3 collection, those who didn't claimed it to be because the fics weren't ready to be shared on time, they weren't following the rules so didn't add to the collection, an inability to find the collection on ao3 (i swear i'm working on it) or shyness/fear.

what went well/even better if:

the only actual criticsm of the event received was that the blog was posting in a "spam"-like way, to the point that the participant almost unfollowed (and another suggested a reblog tag so it could be ignored easier if people didn't want to see the works throughout the month).

several comments asked for a later deadline for submission to the collection/hall of fame, which is going under advisement, but the current position is that by doing so, it makes the event a different event. there are no stakes to actually create once a day if, at the end of it, you actually get 2 weeks of extra time.

another couple mentioned there being too many dialogue prompts and vague prompts. this will be considered during the next voting period and prompt collation - potentially, if i allowed less dialogue prompts into the final 100 vote, less would make it through to the official 28, however the voting itself is out of my hands (unless voter fraud occurs once again).

the main suggestion for improvement (8 times out of 44 suggestions) was for an additional mod to help with reblogging more. (which imo flies in the face of the "spamming" from earlier, but there is surely a middle ground). this is likely to not happen, because i like running the event alone, despite the major burnout i receive every single year without fail. but thanks for your concern lol.

on discord:

31.3% of participants were in the discord server (which, this year, ignored the first year's 100 user cap and had 172 total users).

43.6% of people who didn't join the server did so because they hadn't heard of it, while the majority didn't join because they were either shy (the minorty) or don't use/like discord (the vast majority). i don't know if tumblr still does groupchats and if that would be a viable alternative, or if there is another forum/chat location that would work better (or to have in tandem), but i am open to suggestions.

of the people who were in the channel, most (33.3%) used it "rarely", followed by "most days" (25%) and "for half the month" (22.2%)

febuwhump 2025

the majority of responses wanted next year's colour scheme to either be red or green, but shout out to everyone who wanted orange, the person who said "children's hospital" and the other person who gave me this specific hex code: #4BEC13

which is vile, but also another vote for green.

finally, here are my favourite suggestions for febuwhump 2025's colloquial name. previously, we have endured febuwhump 2: electric boogaloo, febuwhump 3: tokyo drift, fourbuwhump and feb five.

febuwhump 6 suggestions:

fe6uwhump (which, i'll be honest, is a real contender)

"I don't know"

febuwhump 666

febuwhump: revenge of the sixth

"I don't know, sorry"

"febuwhump sex and make all the prompts kinky"

"??? i have been thinking about this for 10 mins"

febuwhump 6(9)

feBEEwhump

"i am bad at this"

"could not care less"

febuwhump feb five 2: electric boogaloo

apparently, i accidently made this a mandatory question and that made some of you mad :(

and that's the wrap up survey, six months late! any questions/queries/want to see some of that cold hard data? send me an ask. i'll actually respond to it i swear! (probably!)

[irondadfics]

I remember reading a fic where Tony and Peter and a random civilian were kidnapped, and Peter has to hold up two weights above Tony and the civilian’s (who are both tied to chairs, the civilian is unconscious) heads. He can let one of them go and let that person die, or try to hold both of them up until rescue arrives but he’s getting tired.

I don’t know if you’re still active but I’ve been looking everywhere, I just had like a rush of nostalgia for it. It might’ve been a whumptober or febuwhump story?

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me - Whumptober 2020 byitsreallylaterightnow, killerqueenwrites 

Chapter 1: Let’s Hang Out Sometime

[how-much-for-a-whump]

FEBUWHUMP day 24:

Prompt: "Bloody clothes"

Extraction (2020)

@febuwhump

[smilesrobotlover]

Febuwhump- Alt prompt 9: natural disasters

Ok this one isn’t too bad because I do not have the confidence to write about a serious disaster (especially after what happened in Turkey) so this is mostly based after an experience I had in 2020, which was not at all serious (I live in a state where natural disasters aren’t really a thing). So warning about an earthquake, again it’s nothing serious but just in case

Unsteady Surface

The sky was a world that the first chosen hero was accustomed to. He was used to the threat of falling towards the clouds, he was used to the tornadoes that would throw people off their loftwings, and he was used to the floating islands, which seemed mysterious to his new friends, but normal to him. He remembers when he first landed on the surface it was almost surreal to him. It was basically a big floating island except it wasn’t floating and it was covering the entire world. Everywhere he went there was land. Nice solid land that if he were to fall off a cliff, he would just land on more land. As a kid, he always had an irrational fear of the islands in Skyloft falling out of nowhere, and though he grew out of it, it still made him pretty nervous. Especially when the goddess statue fell back down to the surface near the sealed temple. The surface however felt more safe and sturdy to him. There was no risk of the world suddenly plunging to another world below, there was no risk of things suddenly tipping over, it was solid compared to the sky.

However Sky experienced something one day that made him realize that he still didn’t know anything about the surface.

He was sitting on a log conversing with Twilight and Windy when it happened. Sky was trying to get rocks out of his shoes while Twi was drinking his water. Windy was pretty animated and was constantly jumping up and down from the log, shaking it a little. Sky chuckled at his enthusiasm while Twi scolded him for making him spill his water. They got into a heated argument while Sky decided to enjoy the breeze. It was a beautiful day, much prettier than all the other days.

Sky suddenly felt the log shaking aggressively and he looked over at the two, wondering why this was getting Windy all worked up. But haunting confusion replaced his annoyance when he saw Windy off of the log and Twi looking just as confused as he was. Sky looked around and noticed that the whole world around him was shaking. The trees were swaying back and forth as if something from below was trying to claw its way out, the leaves were shaking violently and flying off the branches, and dirt was shaking off of the ground, clouding his vision. Sky jumped off the log to see what was going on but fell over, and he felt Twi wrapping his arms around him. He tried to get up but the world was too shaky for him to even stand.

“Stay away from the trees!” He barely heard Windy yell over the disrupted earth. Sky just stayed on the ground, gripping the dirt as it shook him around, but as soon as it started, the shaking stopped.

Sky’s heart was beating a thousand miles per minute, and he noticed that he was breathing rather quickly. He coughed from inhaling dirt and blinked some aggravated tears away. He looked around him and noticed the trees were still once again, and the ground was no longer moving. He tried to get up again but found his legs were still shaking.

“Are you ok?” He heard Twi ask, and Sky nodded. He looked over at Windy who was moving towards them, looking rather serious.

“What was that?” Sky asked, his voice just as shaky as his legs, “is there a monster nearby?”

“No, I think that was an earthquake,” Windy answered, offering his hand to help them up.

“Sweet Ordona,” Twi muttered underneath his breath, “is that what they’re like?”

“That’s one of the more mild ones. They can be much worse.”

Sky swallowed, and his throat felt awfully dry. That was mild? The solid ground beneath him felt like it was going to collapse at any moment!

“Sky, are you ok?”

Sky looked at Twi who was rubbing his back gently. He let out a nervous laugh. “Y-yeah I’m fine… The surface just isn’t as sturdy as I thought it was.”

Twi gave him a small smile and the three of them huddled together in the middle of the path.

“It’s ok Sky, that wasn’t a serious one, I don’t think it even did any damage,” Windy sat down on his other side and gave him a smile. “It’s over now.”

“Don’t they last longer than that?” Twi asked Windy.

“What?” Sky couldn’t imagine the whole world shaking like that for longer than what they experienced. That must be terrifying.

“Yeah, the more serious ones usually last longer, that’s when tree branches start breaking off,” Windy gestured to the trees that they were keeping their distance away from, a serious look on his face. Sky remembered him yelling at the two to stay away from the trees.

“The longer ones are uh… not an experience I’d wish upon anyone,” Windy fidgeted with his hands. “Now c’mon, let’s go see if the others are alright.”

Sky nodded and Twi helped him up. They started walking, a little more quietly now, and Sky gasped when he felt shaking again.

“It’s ok, it’s just aftershock,” Windy reassured him, though he didn’t look that comforted. “We should still stay away from the trees though.”

“How do earthquakes even happen?”

“I uh… I don’t know? I’m sure Four knows.”

“Is it a natural thing?”

“Yep. No monsters or evil forces involved from what I understand.”

Sky frowned. Did every element have a sense of danger to it? He’s experienced tornadoes several times that they’re more of a nuisance to him, but the earth shaking was new. He’s never felt the ground shake like that, except when the goddess statue fell to the surface, but that wasn’t natural like this one. What did water do? What about fire? Was there some fire tornado that would happen? He gave a face of discomfort and Twi rubbed his shoulder.

“I’m ok, really,” Sky smiled at him, “I just, never experienced anything like that before. It’s… bizarre.”

“Yeah, you start to feel vulnerable to nature when you realize how deadly it can be,” Windy said in a very unhelpful way. “Wait till you hear about hurricanes! Or tsunamis! Those sure are awful! Hope we don’t experience one of those near the beach!”

Twi gave Windy a dirty look which got him to stop talking. Sky just chuckled.

“Sorry Sky,” Windy apologized, “but don’t worry about it. We were in an open space so nothing could’ve fallen on us.”

“What about the others?”

“Well, like I said, it wasn’t a serious earthquake, so there’s a good chance that they’re just shaken up, nothing more.”

Sky nodded and managed a smile. He was grateful that it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, but the way Windy acted about earthquakes made him nervous. If there was one here, is it possible for there to be another one? A bigger one? He sighed and was grateful that the others at least knew what was going on, because Sky realized that he had yet to uncover the mysteries of the surface.

[sky-neverending]

Us Against the World - Febuwhump Day 5

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms | Rating: T | WC: 709 | CWS: being tied up, kidnapping (sort of), rope burn but make it worse | Prompt: Rope Burn

Summary: After their last show with Julie, the boys wake up tied together in Caleb's club. Alex thinks it's all his fault

Snip:

“We can’t die if we’re already ghosts.” “Oh, but you can,” came a voice from what seemed to be the doorway to the room, light flooding in. “Your souls can be lost forever. But that’s not going to happen.” “Caleb,” Reggie growled, tugging at his ropes. They slid against his skin, friction burning his hands and leaving harsh red lines where they rubbed. He winced in pain, and Caleb laughed a laugh so heartless that Alex thought it might just be better if they did die again. “Hello, boys.” Caleb flicked on a light, shutting the door behind him roughly. “Did you miss me?” He walked around them, stopping right in front of Alex and leaning down. “William sends his regards.”

Link: Us Against the World - sky_neverending - Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

Writing Masterlist

Monthly Prompt Lists

Winter 2020

Febuwhump 2021

The Merry Whump of May 2022

Summer of Whump 2022

January Vocabulary 2023

Whumpuary 2023

TV Shows

The Good Place

Brooklyn 99/Good Place Crossover

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

You Tell Aemond You’re Pregnant

The Haunting of Hill House

Luke

Spending the Day with Luke

Nellie

Going on Vacation

Umbrella Academy

Series

i turn to paths that lead home

Summary:  Luther held Vanya a little tighter, refusing to let her go. It changed the game and made all the difference

i ii iii iv v vi vii viii ix

#i turn to paths that lead home

Connected One Shots

 A Season 2 Fix-it Universe

give your heart and soul to charity

post season 2 au: five finally gets the hugs he deserves but does not want (but he really actually does)

x

birds flying by, sun in the sky

summary: post season 2 au where 12 people came from the ‘60s to the world that 7 of them had left.

x

I’d never want once from the cherry tree

summary: post season 2 au - its finally a nice day in the city and the entire family has a BBQ

x

creepy, kooky, mysteries, & spooky

summary:  post season 2 au: its halloween time and the hargreeves let Klaus choose the costumes. it went about how you expect.

x

6 for 6

summary: 6 hugs for Ben cause he deserves them

x

Claire Hargreeves’ Summer

Tea Party

Summary: Five has a plan. It does not survive contact with his niece.

x

Cooking with Klaus

summary: Claire has a nightmare and Uncle Klaus comes to the rescue.

x

Rainy Day Forts

summary: Claire has fun with the Hargreeves and they build a Blanket Fort on a Rainy day.

x

Bedtime Stories

Nighttime Nightmares

Summary:  Number Seven gets a nightmare. Number Six helps her go to sleep again.

x

Sleep Without Fear

Summary: Number Four, Number Six, and Number Seven sleep together. The nightmares go away.

x

Not Connected One Shots

he had to do this

summary: klaus wakes up alone in the barn, surrounded by his siblings.

x

idioms

Summary: Diego misspeaks and his siblings are assholes.

x

every dog should have a boy

Summary: Five? Meet Mr. Pennycrumb

x

Drabbles

Ben

Getting Engaged to Ben

Luther

Going to all of Luther’s Fights

Movies

How To Train Your Dragon

Ruffnut

Being Worried about Ruffnut

IT and IT: Chapter 2

Bill Denbrough

Running into Him Outside the Jade Dragon

John Wick

John

Spending the Day at the Park

Marvel

Wanda

Talking to Wanda inside the Hex

Rise of The Guardians

Jack

Ice Skating

Starting a Snowball Fight

Star Wars

Obi-Wan

Making Him a Flower Crown

Original Characters

Charlie Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

i couldn’t utter it, i couldn’t whisper it (my love for you was silent)

Summary:  In one world, the young teenager hid when she abruptly found herself pregnant and she gave birth in secret, left the baby on a random doorstep, and never looked back. Unfortunately, this isn’t that world. In this world, Reginald Hargreeves finds her and takes her baby. It doesn’t end well.

i ii iii

#i couldn’t utter it

a bed of roses and the river at dawn

Summary:  In one world, the young teenager hid when she abruptly found herself pregnant and she gave birth in secret, left the baby on a random doorstep, and never looked back. Unfortunately, this isn’t that world. In this world, Reginald Hargreeves finds her and takes her baby. It doesn’t end happily.

AU of a Number Eight AU.

i 

#a bed of roses and the river at dawn

Aelia (Eternals)

Drabbles

M’darlin - Breakdown after the final battle

Post Battle - the immediate aftermath

Reading - a calm day of the past, reading

Piano Lessons - teaching Jack how to play

#the sun the moon and all the stars

[our-stars-graveside]

- MASTERLIST -

will include individual fandom lists when this one gets too long :)

fandoms on this list thus far (in no particular order): The Mentalist, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Lie to Me, BBC Merlin, Stargate: Atlantis, BBC Sherlock, Stargate SG1, Leverage

fic-by-fic (oldest to newest) ~

• A Kingdom Beyond the Horizon (ao3 wattpad or fanfiction.net only, wip) - 5k+ words, Merlin/Stargate: Atlantis | It was always only a matter of time before the King of Camelot went on another sorcery-expelling rampage, but no one saw this one coming. No one except for Merlin, the serving boy to the King's son, Prince Arthur.

Among those sorcerers Merlin warns is a woman by the name of Forridel, who lives in the Lower Town. Forridel spreads the message and takes with her a few fellow fugitives as she hastily escapes the kingdom.

If there was but one hideout in which the sorcerers should never have taken refuge, it was the cave in the outskirts of the nearby forest. But what other choice did they have?

• jenny on eternal vacay bc that’s how she is (wattpad only) - 1k+ words, Doctor Who | Jenny aka Generated Anomaly gets the spotlight. Also a Groske, and they’re in London.

- for Writing Workshop 2020

• Johnlock One-Shot* ao3 - 1k+ words, Sherlock | John writes a heartfelt letter to his flatmate, not that he’ll ever send it...

• A Very Jisbon Holiday* | link to post (ao3) - 5k+ words, The Mentalist | A holiday-themed Jisbon one-shot I made for randomfandomtrashblog (Tumblr) for Secret Santa 2022.

If you would like to mostly ignore Red John, then maybe this is for you.

• would you be my little quarantine?* | link to post (ao3) - 5k+ words, Supernatural | To celebrate Dean Winchester's 44th birthday, here is a fic in which Cas is a little sick, Dean ends up a lot sick, and they have difficulty actually communicating with each other. Blatantly Destiel.

#deansbirthdaybash (epilogue wip)

• Sad, sad demise of the Team: Sam and Destiel - about 800 words, Supernatural/Stargate SG1 | Sam and Destiel meet alternate Destiel, then get gate-napped. Can read with no Stargate knowledge.

#cursed27event

from challenges ~

• Lie to Me October Challenge (still wip because I had priorities. sorry)

• Merthur Glompfest 2023* ✨

• Febuwhump 2023 (mostly to be added, i’m editing) > Feb 5, Leverage

• Merlin Bingo 2023 ~ to be added

• Leverage Gift Exchange ~ to be added

• FTH | Stargate SG1 & Leverage ~ to be added

• (Merlin) Tournament of Champions ~ to be added

• Librarians Prompt Month ~ to be added

• Merlin Tarot Fest ~ to be added

—x—

hopefully you found something to your liking & thanks for readin <3 feel free to message me about fandom anything :):)

* fic is only on ao3

[nade2308]

GIFS AND EDITS MASTERLIST POST 5

Previous masterlists: one || two || three || four

Fic and event edits/cover edits (Some might be missing due to Tumblr searching options)

September MacGyver whump event edit 1

September MacGyver whump event edit 2

September MacGyver whump event edit 3

September MacGyver whump event edit 4

Clipped wings cover edit (Joe Pickett book series)

Don't hide your heart behind a shadow cover edit (Mission Impossible 2)

Time can heal, but the scars only hide the way you feel cover edit (Top Gun Maverick)

Under pressure cover edit (Blue Bloods)

And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that (everyday I spend with you is the new best day of my life) cover edit (Chicago Med)

The Med AU cover edit 2 (Chicago Med, The Gypsy Warriors and other fandoms)

Middle of the road cover edit (Jesse Stone movies)

Heartlines cover edit (Monte Walsh)

Sitting pretty cover edit (Blue Bloods and CSI)

Mistletoe kisses cover edit (Monte Walsh)

The Med AU cover edit 1 (Chicago Med, The Gypsy Warriors and other fandoms)

Whumptober 2020 fic Day 1 cover edit

Whumptober 2020 fic Day 2 cover edit

Whumptober 2020 fic Day 3 cover edit

Whumptober 2020 fic Day 4 cover edit

Whumptober 2020 fic Day 5 cover edit

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Whumptober 2020 fic Day 30 cover edit

Whumptober 2020 fic Day 31 cover edit

If you love me don't let go (hold) cover edit (Monte Walsh)

How you remind me cover edit (Monte Walsh)

Dazed cover edit (Monte Walsh)

Take my hand, we'll make it I swear cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

Baby, it's cold outside cover edit (Blue Bloods and CSI)

Mac + Traffickers + Betrayal + New Friendships cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

I found you before and I'll find you again cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

Safe landing cover edit (OG Magnum PI)

If you get lost, you can always be found cover edit (OG Magnum PI)

Morning swim + comfort cover edit (MacGyver 2016 and OG Magnum PI)

Perfect storm cover edit (Blue Bloods)

Clean break cover edit (Monte Walsh)

Debts + bargains cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

Fan fics and sneaky boyfriends cover edit (Monte Walsh)

Sweet child o' mine (MacGyver 2016)

Lucky (Blue Bloods and CSI)

The quiet sense of something lost cover edit (Blue Bloods)

Ups and downs cover edit (Blue Bloods)

Between a rock and a hard place cover art (OG Magnum PI and MacGyver 2016)

Consequences cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

If I fall edit (MacGyver 2016)

Blood is thicker cover edit (Blue Bloods)

He ain't my blood, but he is my boy cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

Set to rights cover edit (Monte Walsh

Long way cover edit (MacGyver 2016)

To the bone cover edit (Monte Walsh)

Brother let me be your shelter cover edit (The Gypsy Warriors)

Silver lining cover edit (An Innocent man)

Starting again cover edit (An innocent man)

Febuwhump 2022 Day 1 edit (MacGyver 2016)

Collareral damage cover edit (OG Magnum PI)

Febuwhump 2022 Day 3 edit (Jesse Stone)

[gryphonlover]

Previous Whumptober prompts

Linktober calendars

Febuwhump- 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024

Medwhump May 2024

Flufftober - 2022, 2023, 2024

Queering the Chain into Oblivion

June of Doom - 2023, 2024, 2025

Fluffy February - 2023, 2024

AUgust - 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024

Pride 2 Disability Boogaloo

Previous Sicktember prompts

Angstpril - 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024

I just so happen to have a list of fandom events that make prompt lists on a yearly basis. Plus some random prompt lists, too. I can send them to you if you want?

PLEASE. OH MY GOD

[sylvanfreckles]

Febuwhump Preview!

Just for fun, a cheeky little sneak peek at what’s to come!

* * *

“Dude, why are you allergic to everything?”

“You don’t have to do this. Put the gun down and we can talk this through.”

“Don’t worry. The salt mines are always in need of a new canary.”

“Stop quoting Frozen and put your hand here! I need to stop the bleeding!”

“Look at him. He’ll only slow you down. If you leave him behind we can be out of reach before he even gets back to town.”

“This is just...this is something I need to do, okay? I don’t...I can’t think about that now, I just need to focus.”

“Not...not the Facility. Please.”

“Whoa, man, when the hell’d you get so ripped? Time was I could throw you over my shoulder and still run the thousand yard dash.”

“Much as I hate to admit it, you might be the only ones who can...or the only ones who will...help me find him.”

“I hate seeing you like this, you’re no fun to tease.”

“Here, remember this? You found me in middle of Hell, you can find your way back through this!”

“So. You’re giving up. I’ve called you a lot of things over the years, but I never thought I’d be calling you a coward one day.”

“Okay. Raise your arm. No, no, all the way.”

“Waddya want me to do? Want me to throw away all the matches or something?”

“Get down!”

“You broke something of mine...now I break something of yours.”

“Well, yeah, but come on...I was awesome.”

“All right...The Tactics of War Mage Tychius, chapter one. ‘In the course of my years serving in the high court of...’.”

“Even you have your limits.”

“A message from an old friend.”

“I’m sorry, brother. But you’ve gone too far this time,”

“Shit.”

“What took you so long?”

“I won’t even wait for your reply because I know you won’t give me one.”

“This? This is why you obey the speed limit and not...owww...double it.”

“I wasn’t going to call you delicate, I swear!”

“You’ll have to wait your turn. I’m only allowed one visitor at a time.”

‘Cause I won’t give up without a fight

[sword-of-stardust]

CONTINUING TO FINISH THE FEBUWHUMP PROMPTS I NEVER FINISHED!! Enjoy a new chapter!!

Chapters: 10/28

Summary:

Unrelated one shots using the Febuwhump 2020 writing prompts. (I'm starting late but better late than never right?) EDIT: Yes I understand it’s no longer February and it’s in fact Autumn of 2020 but I wanted to finish this lmao enjoy some whump.

~An Excerpt - Chapter 10: Farewell Forever~

As excited as he was to leave for college, he also really didn’t want to leave. Peter was 18 years old now. It had been two years since May passed away and Peter moved into Avengers Tower. Two whole years. Only felt like just yesterday. And now he was moving out again.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Febuwhump, febuwhump 2020, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, One Shot, One Shot Collection, unrelated one shots, Whump, Peter Parker Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, The Following Tags Only Apply to Some Chapters:, Post-Endgame, Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Kidnapping, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Trans Peter Parker, Trans Male Character, Gender Dysphoria, Angst, Protective Peter Parker, Civil War Team Iron Man, not team Cap friendly, Suicidal Thoughts, Hypothermia, Platonic Cuddling, Ice Cream, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad" Series: Part 4 of My Irondad and Spiderson Fics

[itsreallylaterightnow]

Febuwhump 2020 Run Into My Arms Again (walk with me into the light)

The BIGGEST of thanks to @akillerqueenyouare​ & @seaweedbrain3000​ for their incredible help with this work! I would not have been able to do this without them!

SUMMARY:

Tragedy strikes Peter Parker’s life again. He wasn’t ready for it, and he knows that he will never be the same, but after four months of college, he is beginning to think that he will learn to be whole again. He has his family; May and Happy, and the support of the Starks to help bring him happiness again.

Then, the unthinkable happens. When Peter finds himself in the clutches of someone that wants nothing but to see Tony Stark burn to the ground, how will he find the strength to hold on until help arrives? And will he be able to protect his newfound family in the process?

Chapter 1: (Lost) - Don't Leave Me Now

Chapter 2: (Fever) - I Can’t Sweat It Out

Chapter 3: (Living Nightmare) - Someone Wake Me Up

Chapter 4: (Red Stains) - I Would Go Through Anything For You

Chapter 5: (Intruder) - Don't Touch Her

Chapter 6: (Fire) - In My Veins

Chapter 7: (Leather Bound Wrists) - Keep You Safe & Warm

Chapter 8: (Dark State of Mind) - Without You I Don't Feel at Home

Chapter 9: (Lose You) - To Let You Go

Chapter 10: (Farewell Forever) - If You Love Something, Let It Go

Chapter 11: (Graceless) - How Do I Live Through This

Chapter 12: (Stabbed) - Someone Save Me Please

Chapter 13: (Unfortunate) - Please Don't Let Go

Chapter 14: (Broken Heart) - My Arms Will Hold You

Chapter 15: (Hearing Loss) - It's All Ringing

Chapter 16: (Brain Damage) - Pieces Hit the Ground

Chapter 17: (Mind Games) - I Don't Know Which Way It Is

Chapter 18: (Revealed Secret) - I've Been Waiting For This Moment

Chapter 19: (Creator's Choice) - Just Get Him Better

Chapter 20: (Mental Disorder) - I'll Build You Up Till You're Good Enough

Chapter 21: (Lethal) - It's Too Good To Be True

Chapter 22: (Drown) - Keep Holding Me Above Water

Chapter 23: (Unwanted) - This Is What I've Feared

Chapter 24: (Abandoned) - Don't Take Me Too Far

Chapter 25: (Presumed Dead) - Take My Heart Clean Apart

Chapter 26: (Freezing To Death) - I'll Always Come Back To You

Chapter 27: (Glass) - Walking On Thin Ice

Chapter 28: (Post-Tragedy) - Keep Holding Me Tightly

Chapter 29: (Dark) - The Sun Will Rise

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FEBUWHUMP day 2:

Prompt: "Flinching"

Extraction (2020) | Vatanım Sensin 9. Bölüm

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[hailing-stars]

febuwhump day one: lost -small miracles 

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A cursed song played.

It screeched out from a plastic wand, and, even more cursed, Tony was singing along to the princess toy. Not out loud, of course, just in his head. He knew all the words. Hell, he even knew all the dance moves, all the steps and swings Elsa took as she belted impossible notes while building her ice castle.

He would’ve blamed Morgan, but Tony suspected most of the blame fell on Peter’s shoulders. Just a day earlier, he’d been singing at the top of his lungs, dancing around in the jet, making Morgan giggle and Tony blast the volume on the classic rock pumping through the plane’s speakers.

He smiled at the memory. It was just a day old, but it didn’t make it any less good.

Tony looked down when Morgan started tugging at the bottom of his shirt. She stared up at him, eyes wide, with a face full of fake innocence, the kind that let Tony know she was about to ask for something, or rather, kept asking for something.

“Please dad.”

“Come on, Mr. Stark,” added Peter. His eyes were also wide, and his brown hair stuck up behind a pair of black Micky ears. “Please.”

“No.”

“But – “

“It’s bad enough that I paid fifty dollars for two pairs of glorified headbands,” said Tony. “I don’t need to make myself look like even more of a fool.”

“Aww, dad, you’re ruining the atmosphere,” Morgan chimed in. She continued yanking at the bottom of his shirt.  

Tony resisted the urge to mock the atmosphere. The thousand screaming kids, who carried souvenirs that played even more cursed songs.

“Yeah, Mr. Stark. Have some Disney spirit.”

He looked at the kids. His kids. They were both there, both alive and breathing and well. They both wore ridiculous mistakes of the fashion industry on their heads, and they both were pulling their most convincing puppy dog eyes. He only lasted just a couple seconds longer about caving and handing his credit card to the cashier.

A third pair of Micky ears cost him another twenty-five dollars and a rush of humiliation once he put them on over his head and walked out of the souvenir shop, but the grins on Peter and Morgan’s faces were a memory he’d always have.

“Looks like the weather needs to get in the Disney spirit,” said Tony, looking up and around at the clouds that had rolled in while they were in the shop.

The sky was grey. No trace of sunlight anywhere. A breeze blew through their hair, bring a chill with it, one that made any of the water attractions unthinkable.

The kids didn’t seem to notice, though. If they did, they didn’t care. Morgan was too busy naming all the Disney characters she wanted to meet, and Peter was too busy trying to find their location on the map as she listed them off.

Tony didn’t know if he should be concerned that most of the ones she wanted pictures with were villains. Later, he’d ask Pepper. Some SI emergency had her back in the hotel suit, dulling out her wisdom and orders via Skype.

“Ok, umm,” said Peter, sliding his finger across the map. “If we start here, we should be able to get pictures with all of them.”

“You sure, Pete?” asked Tony. “Meeting them all might take the day. This is your vacation, too.”

“It’s okay,” he said, with a smile. He folded up the map and slid it into his back pocket. “We still have tomorrow to see all the Star Wars stuff and go on rides.”

Morgan gave an excited little jump, and Tony clapped Peter on the shoulder, wondering how he’d gotten lucky enough to have two perfect kids.

They spent the day taking pictures with Disney characters and going on the occasional ride, and ended it with room service in their suite, with Morgan showing off her pictures to Pepper. She painted gold sparkles on Peter’s Micky ears while she told her mom all about how the Evil Queen was really just misunderstood and while Peter texted Michelle.

Or, probably.

He was probably texting Michelle. He had that goofy smile on his face only she could be responsible for.

Tony smiled and put his metal arm around his wife. It didn’t really matter to him he was missing his real arm. After the war, after Thanos was destroyed and the lost were brought back, Tony had never felt so whole, so content.

He should have known it wouldn’t last forever.

*

Their second day at Disney World started the same as their first, right down to Pepper explaining that she’d be spending the day in the suite, once again, trying to put out fires at SI. She pushed him and the kids out the door, assuring him everything was fine and that he should enjoy the day, that there was nothing he could do.

“Alright,” said Tony, after Pepper pulled the door shut behind them. “What’s the plan today?”

“Star Wars,” was Peter’s immediate answer.

“Star Wars it is.”

“Yes!” Morgan leaped and did fighting poses as she glided down the hallway, towards the elevator. “I’m gonna get a lightsaber!”

“Volume, little miss,” Tony told her, looking around at all the closed hotel room doors. “And no hitting anybody with it, once you have it.”

“We’ll see!” said Morgan, in a sing-song voice. She darted into the elevator as the doors opened.

Peter laughed as he pressed the button to the lobby. “Don’t worry, Mo. We’ll have epic lightsaber battles on the plane ride home.”

“YEAH!”

Tony grunted, hoping to come off like he hated the idea when actually he didn’t mind it. Anything to prevent another sing-along, dance-along, that got yet another Disney song stuck in his head.

*

Peter’s head was buried behind the Disney map, only the Mickey Ears he still insisted on wearing were visible. He was the very definition of nerd then, at the moment, standing on a crowded path at Disney World, wearing a shirt that described various sounds of the weapons in Star Wars.

Tony hoped he never changed.

He could stay like that forever, seventeen and content to spend a week humoring his little sister, but Tony knew he wouldn’t. Time marched on, even now that everything was perfect, even now that Tony was retired and had nothing to look forward to except living in the moment, every moment, as they happened.

Peter closed the map. “It’s over that way… just let me run to the bathroom real fast, Mr. Stark.”

Come to think of it, that could change.

Peter could drop the formality and start calling him by his first name. It was a fool’s errand to even suggest it.

There were only a handful of occasions Peter slipped up and called him Tony, every one of them were he was distressed, like that time he was delirious with the flu, or the last time, after Tony had snapped Thanos and his army away and Peter had been sure Tony was dying.

Peter disappeared into the bathroom, and Tony grabbed Morgan’s hand and guided her towards a nearby bench, preventing her from running after some other kid who’d already gotten a lightsaber.

Five minutes passed. Tony checked the time on his phone, mentally cursing Peter’s questionable food choices.

Ten minutes passed and Tony’s leg started to bounce. He shouldn’t be worry. There was nothing to worry about, and even if Peter was on the floor of a bathroom stall, getting violently ill from something he ate, he wouldn’t appreciate being checked up on in the bathroom.

He pushed down his paranoid parental instinct, his nagging anxiety that something was wrong, or at least, he held it back as long as he could.

Fifteen minutes passed and Tony no longer cared what a seventeen-year-old would find embarrassing. He stood up from the bench, grabbed Morgan’s hand, and marched off towards the bathroom.

“Eww, no dad,” said Morgan, stopping when saw she was being tugged towards the men’s room. “Boys are gross, and they smell. I can’t go in there.”

A point was made, but Tony couldn’t stand the thought of letting go of one child when he was terrified something had happened to the other. He lifted her into his arms, told her put her head down in his shoulder and close her eyes, then walked into the men’s room, noting that Morgan had been right.

It did smell, despite being soul-crushingly empty, besides a kid standing at the sink washing his hands.

“Peter?” asked Tony, looking around.

There wasn’t a response. He didn’t know why he thought there would be. All the stall doors were open and there weren’t any feet visible under any of them.

“Hey,” said Tony, getting the kid’s attention. He turned off the facet and looked at Tony. “Seen a teenager in here? He had on some nerdy Star Wars shirt and Mickey ears?”

The boy shook his head and hurried out of the bathroom, forgetting to dry his dripping wet hands.

Tony’s heartbeat pumped through his ears. His eyes raced around the small bathroom, as his brain tried and failed to come up with explanations to where Peter could have gone. Panic and paranoia, along with the truth that Peter was too polite and considerate to simply run off without telling him, took over and dread twisted a tight knot his belly.

For the second time, Peter Parker had disappeared into thin air, and Tony had done nothing to prevent it.

*

Tony sat in a tiny, hot room, between two sweaty men who hadn’t bothered with deodorant. His legs were shoved under a tiny wooden table, his back was hunched forward, and his eyes were glued to the security monitor.

He watched as Peter left him and Morgan by a bench on a pathway and disappeared into the bathroom. After that, there was nothing. No sign of Peter leaving the bathroom, no sign of Peter at all. Tony sped up the footage, rewound and played it again, only to see it play out in the exact same way.

A low shakily breath escaped Tony and both his hands flew up to grip the table. Not again. This couldn’t be happening again. Not to Peter, not to his kid. Thanos was gone. The world was set right, or had been, up until the very Peter had wandered into the bathroom and didn’t come back out.

Tony’s world would never be okay with Peter Parker in it, even if the rest of the world spun on without a blip. That was the thing about saving the world, he supposed, it always needed saving.

There was always someone out there, waiting and watching and wanting to cause harm in one way or another. Whoever it was this time really messed with the wrong retired Avenger. They took the wrong kid.

He’d get him back. Tony couldn’t imagine a future where he didn’t get Peter back. The world, the universe, would simply cease to be.

Tony left the security guards in their sauna and set out to find Peter’s phone. A quick look at the tracking software on his own led him to the opposite side of the park, where he saw Peter’s cellphone in a patch of grass under a sign.

Carefully, he picked it up and rubbed his thumb over the freshly cracked screen.

“Really, kid? Again?” asked Tony. He examined the third phone Peter had ruined that month. “You’d think someone with sticky fingers would have a better grip.”

Peter laughed and shrugged. “Maybe I just like the aesthetic better that way.”

Tony blinked away the memory and shook his head, looking forward to finding Peter so he could buy him another phone and, probably, many more after that.

“Where are you, Pete?” asked Tony, as if he expected the phone might answer.

It didn’t, of course, and as the day wore on, Tony was beginning to worry he might never get his answer, might never had the chance to berate the boy about cellphone responsibility ever again.

At some point, Disney security notified the police, who arrived to take Tony’s statement and start a search party. It yielded nothing, except panic and chaos and concerned parents leaving the park early with fears that someone dangerous might be lurking about.

Pepper called May and Happy, and Tony put out a distress call to the Avengers, though he refused to go back up to the suite with Pepper and Morgan to sit around and wait.

Instead he wandered around the darkened, abandoned Disney pathways, clutching Peter’s broken phone in a tight fist and wishing the day had ended the way it had been supposed to end, with epic lightsaber duels and laughing.

Now all he had were echoes of what was supposed to be.

*

Disney World was eerie at night.

Tony couldn’t quite pinpoint why, exactly. Most likely it was a combination of things. The silence, the lack of little kids with capes and princess wands running around, screaming, the lack of his own family surrounding him.

It was dark and empty and cold, devoid of any charm or warmth.

It reminded Tony of the way the world looked and felt after he’d made it back from space and witnessed the greater devastation Thanos’ snap had caused. Maybe that was just him, though. Maybe that was just the effect of Peter Parker’s mysterious absence had on his onlook.

That’s what kept him going, kept him searching. Peter had to be out there somewhere. Tony wouldn’t consider any other option.

He shook his head and checked his watch, muttering under his breath about the Avengers being so late. Cap had turned into an old man and suddenly everyone else became slow.

“Mr. Stark.”

Tony startled, and jerked his eyes away from his watch. He looked around but didn’t see anything.

“Mr. Stark! Up h-here!” Peter’s cry was desperate and panicked but filled kindled warmth within Tony’s chest. He found him. He found his boy and he was alive.

He looked up and spotted Peter hanging off the edge of a ride, clinging to its tracks. His legs wiggled around in the air as he struggled to keep his grip.

“Pete,” yelled Tony, frowning. Something was off. “Stop struggling, just stick and climb down.”

“I c-can’t,” said Peter. “Please, Mr. Stark, you have to help me. I don’t know – I don’t know what’s happening, my powers – I lost th – I can’t – “

Tony rushed forward when Peter’s fingers slipped off the metal and he dropped to the ground below. His head smacked against the concrete and blood oozed out from his forehead, matting his hair together

Tony rushed forward, but before he could get there, before he could even think about calling a suit, Peter’s fingers slipped off the metal track and he dropped to the concrete below. Peter’s head smacked against the ground and blood oozed out from his forehead, matting his hair together and stabbing at Tony’s heart.

“Peter, oh god, Pete!” Tony sunk to the ground near Peter’s limp body. He stretched out a hand, needing to provide some sort of comfort, needing to provide his kid with something, but was stopped dead when Peter fixed him with an empty, sad stare.

“Too late, Mr. Stark,” he croaked out. Blood continued to pour out from his head. “Why are you always too late?”

His eyes fluttered close. His chest stopped moving, then, just like that, his lifeless body faded away and nothing was left of Peter Parker. Not ashes, not even his blood. Tony pressed his palm up against the concrete where it had been stained red. His hand came back clean.

He stared at it, flexing his palm, in utter confusion and shock, until the edges of his vision started to blur. The Disney pathways, the rides, all the bright colors, disappeared and it was just Tony, sitting in a sea of blackness.

Slowly and carefully, he stood and looked around at all the nothing, the darkness that stretched as far as he could see.

The sound of Peter screaming broke the silence.

Tony broke into a run. His feet propelled him forward through the black, towards the gut-wrenching sounds of Peter’s pained, desperate cries. Eventually Tony came upon a light, which turned into, once he got closer, a room with a large, glass window.

Inside the room Peter was strapped down on a medical, while men in white coats hovered around him, poking him with needles.

“Hey! Let him go!” Tony yelled. Nobody seemed to hear him. He took a step forward, ready to beat his fist against the glass until it broke, but an eerily familiar voice stopped him.

“Stark.” The man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere sounded like Ross. Though his face was still familiar, Tony couldn’t place it. “No use trying to save him now.”

Tony redirected his attention into the room. Peter had stopped screaming. Whatever they had been injecting him with had killed him.

“Don’t look so shocked,” said the man. “Did you really think you could hide him from me forever?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off Peter’s dead body. He couldn’t make his mouth form words.

“Did you really think this all this would end any other way than his death?”

Tony swung his fist into the glass and it went straight through. The glass dissolved into nothing, into the darkness, at his touch, along with anything else. Gone was Ross-voiced man, gone was the white-coated scientists, gone was Peter’s corpse…

Then, once again, it was just Tony and the black. There was no screaming that time, just silence. No running, now that Tony didn’t have a reason to move.

That didn’t matter, though. The trouble came to him instead.

Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson appeared out of the darkness. In Bucky’s arms, limp and lifeless, was Spider-Man sans mask.

“We’re sorry, man,” Sam told Tony. “There was nothing we could do.”

“That’s bullshit,” the words fell from Tony’s mouth, but it was as if someone else were saying them, as if he were watching from someone else above. “You were supposed to watch out for him! You were supposed to keep him safe!”

“Oh, please, Stark.”

Tony turned and he was in the Parker living room, only dimmer and less inviting. May Parker stood in front of him, glaring at him.

“Like you should talk,” said May. “You killed him the day you walked into his apartment and recruited him for your little war. He’d still be alive if it wasn’t for you dragging him into it. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Mr. Stark.”

She grabbed an ern, Peter’s ern Tony realized, and walked towards him. “Take him. You had no problem taking him from me when he was alive.”

May shoved the ern into Tony’s arms, but at contact, it turned to dust and slipped through his fingers, the same way Peter had slipped through his fingers back on Titan.

May and her apartment faded away and Tony was thrown back into the darkness.

It wasn’t all black that time, at least not for very long, as Tony was assaulted with flashes of his worst nightmare over and over again. Peter in a dark alleyway getting stabbed through the stomach. Peter getting crushed by a building. Peter getting electrocuted until his face was blue and foam bubbled from his mouth.

Peter drowning in a cold lake, pounding on the ice that separated them, and staring up at Tony with pleading eyes, begging for his help. Tony didn’t move. He didn’t stomp on the ice or try getting him out. It didn’t matter what Tony did.

The story ended the same each time, with Peter’s death.

Peter went still, sunk away from the ice and disappeared into the water’s depths. His hand was still, too, but it remained outstretched, as if he were still waiting for Tony to grab onto him and lift him to safety.

Tony watched him float away, until he couldn’t see him anymore, until he was staring at s concrete Disney pathway that had once been red with Peter’s blood.

He breathed hard and looked around, wondering what the hell kind of acid trip he’d just lived through. His brained race with just one thought. Peter. Was he alive, or dead? He needed to see him, touch him.

He needed to know he was still breathing. That he was real.

“Daddy?”

Tony turned and saw Morgan standing still behind him, watching him. Her hair was crumpled and caked with dried blood.

“Morgan?” asked Tony. His voice had a shake. “What happened to you? Where’s mom?”

She didn’t have an answer for him. Just a stare, one Tony had always feared he’d receive from Morgan. She looked at him the same way he’d learned to look at his own father as a boy.  

“Why didn’t you save him?” she asked. “Why do you keep letting him die?”

“Morgan – “

“You let Peter die! You killed Peter!” she yelled. She turned, and ran, forcing Tony to run after her.

He followed her off the main pathways and through some grass. She finally stopped her sprint when she got to the edge of a body of water. She turned around and Tony reached out his hand, only for her to turn into dust and blow away with a breeze.

Water from the lake ran over Tony’s shoes, bring with it a pair of Mickey ears he was compelled to pick up. As he examined them and the gold fingernail polish painted onto them, gears turned behind his eyes.

He thought back to the Ross-voiced man with a familiar face, finally realizing how he recognized him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, keeping his eyes on the abandoned building across the lake, and dialed Pepper.

She answered on the first ring.

“Tony – “

“Is Morgan with you?”

“Yeah, of course,” she told him. “Where else would she be?”

Tony felt a warm blanket of relief cover his body. “Tell me what’s going on a SI.”

“Right now?” asked Pepper. She sounded surprised, but went on anyway. “Someone broke in, stole some technology. We’ve been trying to figure out how they breached security and track down what’s missing.”

“What technology?” he asked, though he thought he probably already knew.

“BARF.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Tony hang up before Pepper could say anything else. He didn’t have the time to waste. He had a deranged man to bury and a son to rescue.

*

“Come on, Mr. Stark, hurry up,” muttered Peter, twisting his wrist around in the handcuffs that had them locked together. His skin was red and itchy underneath, and that bothered him more than the glass cage he was locked in.

He stretched out his legs and gave the glass a good, strong kick. It didn’t break. Not even a little bit, not even by a tiny crack. Without thinking, he tried, not for the first time, to pull his hands apart, only to growl in frustration and drop his hands into his lap.

This whole thing, this whole being handcuffed and locked away in a dark, damp building, wasn’t how Peter wanted to spend his day. Plus it was dramatic. It was overkill and a little redundant.

Mysterio – as Peter had nicknamed him – had only rolled his eyes and chuckled a little after he’d told himself, after he’d asked him to either let him out of the glass prison or loosen the handcuffs.

He supposed dramatic and overkill were good ways to describe his captor. He wore a costume as if he were an actor on the set of a CGI heavy movie, and he spoke like there was an audience watching.

Regardless, Peter popped his head up when Mysterio strode back into the room.

“Hey, you’re back,” said Peter. He scrambled to his feet, stumbled around a little bit as the task of standing was made difficult with complete use of his hands, and stood at the edge of his cage. “You didn’t bring me any food? That’s rude.”  

A strange, unsettling smirk split Mysterio’s face as he stopped, turned, and slowly approached. “You know, you’re a good kid, Peter. I almost feel bad about this.”

“You know,” said Peter. “I’ve actually heard that one before. It’s a little cliché.”

“It’s just too bad you got mixed up with someone like Tony Stark,” Mysterio told him. His voice squeaked as he struggled to turn an oversized facet.  

“Too bad for you, actually,” Peter frowned, both unimpressed by his complete lack of physical strength and trying to figure out what it was he was attempting to do. Peter had a bad feeling, but he also had Mr. Stark’s words of advice floating around in his head, given in case he ever found himself in a situation like this one.

Keep them talking. Distract and stall.

“I feel sorry for you.”

Mysterio stopped his struggle, looked back at Peter, and snorted. “Why? Because the self-destructing cycle of revenge only leads to the dark side?”

A villain making fun of his shirt. That was a first, but Mysterio wasn’t technically wrong.

His vendetta against Mr. Stark was both insane and self-destructive and couldn’t end well for him. It was embarrassing sometimes, the extremes Mr. Stark would go to when someone was threatening his kids, though Peter was thankful for it during times like these.

“No,” said Peter. “Because Mr. Stark’s going to beat the shit out of you.”

“Maybe,” said Mysterio. “But I wouldn’t count on it.”

“You’re pretty confident for a guy who can’t turn… whatever it is you’re trying to turn.”

Mysterio chuckled, his hand still on the oversized facet. “Imagine Peter, seeing your loved die over and over again and not doing anything to stop it. Imagine what it might do to a person and the guilt they’d feel knowing they did nothing to save them… guilt like that, it’d ruin a man, or at least, a man like Tony Stark.”

The facet groaned when Mysterio finally gathered up enough strength to turn it and Peter felt the floor beneath him shake. Water seeped in from the slits on the floor, quickly covering the area of the glass cage and soaking into Peter’s shoes.

A shiver went through him, and Peter was about complain at Mysterio, about to tell him he could’ve at least used room temperature water if he was going to try and drown him, but he was cut off by a deafening boom. Wood shattered on the wall to the left of them, and Mr. Stark stepped into the room.

His regular hand, the one that wasn’t metal, was covered in armor. The gauntlet water, Peter guessed.

“Mr. Stark…” said Peter, his voice both filled with relief and with a tremor. The water was rising fast, so cold that it stabbed at Peter’s legs like knives. “Perfect timing.”

Mr. Stark didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he stared straight at Mysterio.

“Hi crazy eyes,” greeted Mr. Stark. “Having fun with my tech?”

“It’s – “

Mr. Stark waved a hand at him. “Know what? No. Whatever you have to said isn’t anything we all haven’t heard before. You can cut your villain monologue shit too, just tell me where my kid is so I can blast you into that wall.”

“He’s right there,” said Mysterio. He pointed to the cage, to Peter, but Mr. Stark refused to look.

“Mr. Stark,” said Peter, a second time. It didn’t change anything. Mr. Stark kept his eyes on Mysterio, and for the first time that day, Peter started to worry. His legs were numb, the water had risen to his waist.

“Not falling for it,” said Mr. Stark. “Where’s Peter? Don’t make me ask again. You’ll regret it.” Mr. Stark paused, amended. “Well let’s face you’re going to regret this either way.”

“It’s m-me,” said Peter, quietly, his teeth chattering. Either of the men in the room heard him, and he doubted it would matter if they did.  

He wracked his brain for something, anything, like some sort of secret passage word Mr. Stark would understand, would have to realize he wasn’t an imposter. It was hard to think, though, with the water knifing him, with his breath coming so fast.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter shouted that time, he ignored the ache in his wrists and brought both hands up against the glass. It didn’t break. “It’s me, it’s Peter, help!”

Finally, at last, Mr. stark spared him a look, but the relief Peter felt was short-lived. It died out when he saw the look in his eyes. Mr. Stark had never looked at him that way before. Not even during the regrettable ferry incident. Like he was scum. Worse than scum. Like he was Mysterio.  

The stare had been colder than the water. Peter went still, went quiet, and Mr. Stark looked back at Mysterio. The water rose up to the bottom of Peter’s neck.

“If that were really Peter,” said Mr. Stark, taking steps closer to Mysterio, who started to back up. “He’d broken that glass to bits.”

“I can’t!” Peter shouted. Mr. Stark ignored him. “I c-can’t! I - I lost my powers!”

“That’s a nice try, Beck. A+ for the dramatics, but word of advice, never try to pull the same trick twice.”

Peter gave the glass a kick as the water hit his chin, kicked it again when his nose went under, and a third time when he was completely submerged.

He opened his eyes under the water. Mr. Stark had a hold of Mysterio’s shirt and punched him across his face with the prosthetic hand. At least Peter had been right about one thing. Mysterio would be very lucky to leave Disney World with all his teeth.

It didn’t seem to matter, though.

Peter was dying, drowning, with Mr. Stark standing just a few feet away, and it didn’t matter how many punches, how badly he beat Mysterio, Peter knew if he died, died this way, it’d be a blow Mr. Stark might never recover from.

He’d be wrecked with guilt, just as Mysterio said, and Peter wasn’t going to let that happen.

He pushed up off the floor, as hard as he could, and thrust his head above the water.

“T-tony!” Peter managed to yell out, water spilling into his mouth as he sunk back down.

Mr. Stark whirled around. His eyes went wide when he looked at him, really looked at him, with warmth and worry. His eyes were completely absent of the previous coldness. He dropped Mysterio, who hit the ground hard, stretched out his arm and pointed his palm at the glass cage.

There was a beam light, then Peter was sliding down to the floor with the water. Shards of glass landed around him and Mr. Stark ran towards him. He immediately pulled Peter up into his arms, covering the side of Peter’s head with his hand and slamming it up against his chest.

Peter relished the warmth he stole from Mr. Stark and the air traveling freely through his lungs.

“God, kid,” said Mr. Stark. He swiped a mop of freezing, wet hair from Peter’s forehead, as he shivered under his arms. “I’m sorry. I – I didn’t think you were real.”

“’t’s ‘kay,” said Peter, still breathing hard as he tried to speak. “You got me, I’m okay.”

He’d hoped his words might comfort him, but Mr. Stark shushed him and told him to focus on getting good breaths. He got a few more breaths in before repeating himself again, attempting to calm Mr. Stark’s heart as it hammered away in his chest.

“It’s alright,” Peter breathed. “I’m real, you got me.”  

*

Tony walked into Peter’s room, carrying a plate full of corndogs and an entire bottle of mustard.

Peter had been standing by the window, but when he turned and saw he was coming, he scurried back to his bed and under the heated blanket, as if he thought doing it quickly would change the fact that Tony saw him at all.

“I had one condition for not taking you straight to the hospital,” Tony told him. “One.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Mr. Stark, I’m fine.”

It was truer than it wasn’t. Peter was fine. His powers were back. He was breathing and warm and real, but it was Tony’s job to make sure it stayed that way. That Peter stayed under his blankets and fully recovered in time to enjoy Star Wars in the morning.

The same couldn’t be said about Quentin Beck. He’d been carted onto the Quinjet after the Avengers decided to show up and was probably, at least Tony hoped, locked away on the raft.

“We really gotta move past this Mr. Stark business,” said Tony. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Peter shift around under the covers, trying to get comfortable.

“But then we’d have to think of another password.”

Tony handed him the plate and the bottle of mustard. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be easy enough. Something like ‘corndogs are disgusting.’”

“That’s uncalled for,” said Peter. He squeezed an ungodly amount of mustard all over his food, then had the audacity to lift one up by the stick and put it in Tony’s face. “Wanna try one?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re missing out,” he told him, as he chomped down on the corndog Tony rejected. “It’s tradition. I always have corndogs after I almost die, or a mission goes wrong.”

Almost dying shouldn’t be normal for him, should not in any way have its own traditions, and yet, it was and it did.

That wasn’t Tony’s fault. He may have recruited him into the Avenger’s, but he hadn’t been there when Peter decided to put on his pajamas and fight crime in his backyard.

All it took for him to realize how ridiculous it was to think Peter would ever do anything than try to world the world, or at least his neighborhood, was a series of illusions from a deranged, pretend wizard.

“We need to get you a more sophisticated palate.”

“What like cheeseburgers?”

“Hey,” said Tony. He gave Peter’s shoulder a little push, needing to feel that he was real, that he was really there. “Don’t knock the classics.”

Peter laughed and threw an empty corndog stick at him.  

“I changed my mind,” said Tony. “No Star Wars tomorrow.”

Peter only laughed again in response. He damn well knew Tony would keep his promise and take him to the Star Wars part of the park. That he would take him anywhere if only he asked. He supposed that was his problem now. Two spoiled kids, two miracles, and a long retirement with plenty of time to spoil them.

*

When morning came, Peter was as good as new and spent their entire breakfaster together fidgeting around, rushing everyone and playing on his phone.

Tony couldn’t say he blamed him for being angsty. One day in a glass cage, missing out on the Star Wars adventure he’d been promised, would make anyone eager to start the day.

They made up for it, though, eventually.

They saw everything, rode every ride. Tony and Pepper were forced to sit behind the kids on most rides, unless they wanted Morgan to loudly call them out when they were being what she considered gross and exchanging kisses.

Tony liked it better that way. He got to watch his kids, watch Morgan smile, laugh, scream and cling to Peter. He got to watch and listen to Peter console her during the few moments she was afraid.

“Don’t worry, Mo,” he told her, as the cart crawled up the hill. “I’m sticky. I can’t let you go.”

When the cart, dropped, sped down the incline, all Tony saw in front of him was Peter’s curls, thicker and wilder in the Florida humidity, blowing through the air.

It was a good day, a perfect day. One to erase all the panic and chaos and anxiety of the day that had come before, as if it’d never happened. As if it was all one big illusion, like a nightmare they woke up from and forgotten by breakfast.

The day ended with buying Morgan a lightsaber and watching her go through the Jedi Academy. Tony stood off to the side, with Peter, and with the other parents, with his phone ready to record Morgan’s duel with Darth Vader, but that wasn’t how it played out.

Instead of hitting Darth Vader with the lightsaber, Morgan kneeled down and declared her allegiance to the dark side of the force. She was meet with a roar laughing and cheering and clapping from the onlookers.

Tony kept his phone steady and pointed at Morgan, but turned his body towards Pepper and asked, “Should we be worried about her?”

“She’s your daughter,” said Pepper. “We should always be worried about her.”

Peter erupted into laughter and bothered Tony the rest of the day to send the video to his phone, so he could text it to MJ and Ned.

That day was supposed to be where the vacation ended, but like everything else, that hadn’t gone according to plan, either. Peter was to blame. He forced them all to watch Harry Potter in the hotel room, and the next thing Tony knew, he was buying tickets to Universal and standing in a Wizard’s clothing store, pretending to be a sorting hat.

“Peter is without a doubt a Hufflepuff,” he said, yanking a pair of Hufflepuff house robes off a rack, and seeing as how there was no other option for a boy like Peter, he accepted with a smile and a nod.

Tony sorted Pepper into Ravenclaw and himself in Gryffindor, leaving just the youngest. His hand hovered between shelves, then moved towards a set of Slytherin children’s robes.

“You went to the dark side,” Tony told Morgan, dropping the robes into her hands. “You’re getting green.”

“Aw, dad,” said Morgan. “I only went to the dark side so Vader would let his guard down around me and then I could wait until he fell asleep and chop him up with my lightsaber.”

Tony, Pepper and Peter paused, the three of them trading looks.

“…ok,” said Tony, after a beat. He clapped his hands together. “You’re still getting the green.”

Morgan shrugged. “MJ always says you gotta keep your enemies close.”

“That doesn’t say great things about your relationship, kid.” Tony clapped Peter on the shoulder and headed towards the check-out counter.

“Guess what dad?” asked Morgan. She did an excited jump and didn’t wait for him to guess. “Peter and MJ kiss!”

“Morgan!” whined Peter.

“Oh really?” asked Tony, giving Peter a smirk, watching his ears go pink.

“Yeah! I saw them during Aunt May and Uncle Happy’s wedding, behind Gerald’s house. They gave me candy to go away and keep it a secret.”

“Which technically you should give back now!”

“Too late,” said Morgan. “Already gone.”

Peter growled under his breath and Tony put his arm around him. “Relax kid, everyone already knows you two kiss. Even Gerald.”

Tony paid for their robes, which they all put on immediately, before heading out of the shop and into the cobblestoned streets of Diagon Alley. Tony stretched his arm around Peter, while he continued to grumble about lack of privacy and snitches while Morgan mocked him.  

It was another beautiful day, a perfect day to be dressed like a wizard with his family, and the future stretched on with the promise of many more.  

[official-impravidus]

IMPRAVIDUS FEBUWHUMP 2020

DAY ONE: Lost - “Okay, take the next left. No! Not this left!”

“This is the next left! You said the next left!”

“I didn’t mean this left!”

DAY THREE: Living Nightmare - His day started normal. Well, as normal as it could be.

DAY FOUR: Red Stain - Peter squeezed his eyes tightly closed, wincing in pain as he clutched his torso tightly. He felt himself crumble onto the floor, collapsing in on himself as he pushed pressure to his abdomen.

“Peter! Peter! What’s wrong?”

DAY SEVEN: Leather Bound Wrists - “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious.”

“This isn’t gonna work.”

DAY EIGHT: Dark State of Mind - “It’s over. It’s… it’s done. There is no reason to exist anymore. This is the end of my days on this God forsaken planet.”

DAY TEN: Farewell Forever - Tony, Peter, and Morgan say goodbye to a cherished love one.

DAY FIFTEEN: Hearing Loss - “Forty dollars for two plastic cups of crappy beer? This is an outrage! Back in my day, you would just sneak your own alcohol in for free.”

Tony, Peter, and Morgan go to a Kidz Bop concert.

DAY SIXTEEN: Brain Damage (but not really) - He stood up quickly, too quick before Peter could get the words “Mr. Stark, wait!” out of his mouth.

Ow.

A harsh pain shot through his temples, a chilling shiver sent down his spine.

DAY SEVENTEEN: Mind Games - “C’mon! How do you not know anything?!”

“My three pHds would beg to differ.”

“Then beg.”

DAY EIGHTEEN: Revealed Secret - Everyone was acting… weird.

He couldn’t put his finger on what was so weird, but it was just… well… weird.

DAY TWENTY TWO: Drown(ing in Amazing Food) - Buzzfeed's Worth It introduces a special Avengers Edition episode featuring Tony Stark (Iron Man) and Spider-Man

DAY TWENTY THREE: Unwanted - What do gourmet olive oils, a Hydroflask, bluetooth headphones, a scrapbook, a spa day kit and a candle have in common? Not much.

However, those were the gifts hidden beneath wrapping paper, colorful tissue, and recycled boxes in the Parker game of The Left Right Game.