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frenchpuppycormier · 3 years ago

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HI ZOË!!! angst #16 for that sentence starter post if you're still up for some writing. i love getting my feelings hurt 🤡

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

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Kara doesn't have a mean bone in her body.

She waves at every animal she sees on her daily walks and patrols at night. She gives and gives to people without expecting anything in return. When someone is having a bad day or just really needs to talk, she listens, even criminals. Most of them aren't any different than the average person, they simply were dealt the wrong hand. She's extremely loyal and doesn't take anything personally. One time, Kara saved a fly that was trapped in a spider's web.

So yeah, Kara doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Which is why today is such an anomaly.

She's in the kitchen still dressed in her navy chinos and baby pink button up with palm trees from when she came home from work. Andrea made her rewrite an article thrice, Jeremy from accounting had broken the copier machine and politely asked for her help in fixing it, she stopped a bank robbery a few blocks down from CatCo when she realized the police wouldn't get there in time, and to top it all off she unwillingly skipped lunch after someone stole her sandwich from the staff fridge.

To say she was exhausted and starving was an understatement. Changing into her pajamas meant she had to walk all the way to the bedroom and Kara was too lazy, even for superspeed.

As she stirs her homemade tomato sauce she taps her phone screen and checks the time. 6:35 pm. Frowning, Kara doesn't see any missed messages or calls from Lena letting her know she's going to be late.

She shrugs to herself and thinks Lena must've gotten caught up in her lab and lost track of time. It happens more often than not, and Kara doesn't think it'll ever change, much to her chagrin. It's bad enough Lena forgets to eat lunch most days, but to continuously forget her phone and watch in her office? Kara knows her wife's a workaholic, but she wasn't aware until now, the fourth night this week, that it was getting this bad.

Kara strains the pasta and cuts the garlic bread while periodically stirring the sauce and checking her phone. She decides to finally turn on some music when the silence of the penthouse becomes too stifling and daunting.

She's in the middle of dancing to ABBA and plating the food when she hears a familiar heartbeat walking down the hall. Kara tries not to listen to it too often—she doesn't want Lena to feel like her privacy has been invaded—but sometimes she can't help it. Her wife's heartbeat is one of the most soothing sounds she's ever heard, and ever since she heard it for the first time, she's just been naturally drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Kara smiles as she hears it get closer until Lena's opening the door and walking through. "Hey, babe! I'm in the kitchen!" she yells, her energetic voice reverberating throughout the house.

There's no verbal response like there usually is, which is the first warning sign. The second is when Lena walks by—she has to in order to go to their room—it's with quick steps and careful avoidance. But Kara's been able to read her like a book since they've known each other, and she knows something's amiss by the way Lena doesn't even greet her with a kiss. She always does.

"Lena?"

Her wife stops frozen in her tracks, head angled down, hair covering her face like a curtain. Lena's heart ticks up a beat, leaving Kara wildly concerned.

"Lena?" she steps around the island and stands in front of her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbles.

Kara tilts her head to make eye contact, but Lena moves her head so she can't. "Then why won't you let me look at you?"

"It's nothing, I-I'm fine."

"And why does that not convince me?" Kara sighs. Lena doesn't move a muscle and she keeps quiet. "Are you hurt?"

"No." She still shows no signs of moving. It's like she's decided her next career move is becoming one of those marble sculptures at the museum people love to gawk at.

"Lena...you're scaring me." She tentatively reaches out and grasps Lena's fingers, tremendously thankful when she doesn't pull away. If there's one thing her wife is bad at, it's letting people in. But she also knows when she's feeling stressed or overwhelmed that holding her hand relaxes and grounds her. "Please..."

Finally, after standing there in an awkward and probably painful way with the way Lena's neck is positioned, she slowly looks up. Kara audibly gasps when she sees her, and what she sees ignites a fire in her chest and a fury in her eyes. "If you're not hurt, then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"Kara.."

"Lena," she breathes and lifts her hands to gently cup her face, tears pooling in her eyes. Her breathing is significantly more ragged than before, and she mentally takes note of why that is. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," she repeats.

Kara frowns and backs away, crossing her arms. "Who did this to you?"

"Please, Kara. I don't want to make a big deal—"

"Who?" her voice is lower and angrier, sending chills down Lena's back. She grits her teeth, "Lena, tell me who did this to you now, so I can kill them."

"Kara, this isn't you," she reaches forward to calm her down, but Kara starts pacing.

"The hell it isn't!" Kara exclaims, fists clenching at her sides. "My wife was beaten for all I know, and she's acting like it's just another day at the office!" she gestures at Lena, exasperatedly. "How would you expect me to act?"

Lena flinches at her tone.

Kara notices, because she always notices when Lena's in distress, and she deflates. "Lena, you're the love of my life, my person, and when you're hurt I can't help how I act. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm overreacting or if I'm yelling, but it's you." She walks back into her space and places her hands over Lena's face, thumbs lightly grazing her cheekbones, careful not to bump her wounds. "It's you," she whispers.

Lena swallows thickly, and when she speaks her voice is soft and afraid. "It was an accident."

"Did someone do this to you?" Kara's jaw clenches as she lets go. She doesn't stray far though, crossing her arms in front of her chest to try and calm down.

"Kara, no," Lena sighs, tears pooling in her eyes. "I...I did it to myself."

"What?" Kara's arms drop to her sides. "What are you talking about?"

"I was in a board meeting," she clears her throat. "Um...I was presenting a new prototype for...for," Lena shakes her head and frowns tensely. She rubs her eyes with tight fists and with a shaky breath, she cries, "Kara, I—I can't remember!"

Kara steps forward and grasps her hands. "Hey, it's okay. Take your time." She rubs soothing circles over her knuckles with her thumbs.

Lena takes a deep breath and tries again. "I was in a board meeting, and I vaguely recall getting a terrible migraine. Everything after that is fuzzy," she sniffles and takes her hands back to wipe her eyes. "Jess said I fell and hit my head on the table on the way down."

Kara inhales shakily, "What?"

"I had a seizure, I guess," she says it with a slight lilt at the end like it's a question she doesn't want answered. "Uh, it lasted about five minutes until the paramedics arrived. They said I was lucky I wasn't doing something else, like driving. It could've been a lot worse."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone call me?," Kara looks at her with pleading but sorrowful eyes.

"I didn't want you to worry."

"We promised each other, remember?" squeezes her hands. "For better or worse," she says with all the conviction she has. Kara kisses her knuckles and asks, "What did the doctors say?"

Lena sniffles and bows her head. "They ran all these tests on me, but couldn't find anything serious as to why I had a seizure. It could be any number of things, but they can't really do anything for me until I have another one," she looks up at her wife, lips wobbling.

"Kara, I'm scared," she whispers. "This is—" her words catch in her throat, and it's hard for her to breathe. "This is—my mom," she cries hysterically, covering her mouth with her hands, "This is how my mom died, she—she had a seizure while she was in the lake and she drowned. I can't—I can't believe this is—this is happening," she hiccups into another sob.

"Shhh," Kara envelops her in a hug and rubs soothing hands along her back. Lena bawls uncontrollably into her neck, hands gripped tightly to the back of Kara's shirt. "I'm so sorry, Lena," she kisses her on the head and murmurs into her hair, "We're gonna figure this out, I promise."

"What if I have what she had?" Lena questions, voice muffled and watery. "Kara...I don't wanna die," her mind begins to fill with thousands of different scenarios and she spirals into a panic, her whole body shaking, "I don't wanna die, Kara!"

"Honey, no," Kara hugs her tighter, as much as she can without harming her, then pulls back and kisses her on the forehead. She pointedly looks into her eyes when she says, "You're not dying. Okay? Not today, not anytime soon, alright?" Lena's face is red and splotchy. She tries to reign in control of her emotions, and she exhales a shaky breath while managing to give a slight nod. "Good. We'll figure out what's wrong with you, and if we can't do that here, then...we'll go to Argo. Their advances in science are way ahead of Earth's, and if that's not enough then I'll personally travel to other earths or other planets until I find a solution. You're not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it."

"Promise?"

Kara palms the underside of her jaw and rests their foreheads together, Lena's puffs of breath hitting her lips. "I promise," she presses their lips together in a chaste kiss and mumbles, "I love you." Kara kisses her again, "More than anything."

"I love you, too," Lena replies and buries her face in Kara's chest, her arms wrapped around her waist tight and what would be restricting if not for Kara’s invulnerable body. A calming minute passes for them in the aftermath of Lena's breakdown, when Lena quietly asks, "Is something burning?"

Lena feels her wife stiffen in her arms. "Shit!"

She pulls back and raises her eyebrows curiously, an amused glint in her eyes as she asks, "Did you just swear?"

Kara extracts herself from Lena's hold and stutters, "N-no, I said sh-sheet," she fumbles over to the stove and turns off the burner. Kara leans over the pot and frowns at the wreckage.

Lena chuckles with such fondness it's almost like their previous conversation has been forgotten. Kara beams at the sound, one of the reasons she fell in love with Lena in the first place; that girl can make laughter sound like music. Even her out-of-control snort laughs are adorable. At least to Kara's ears.

"There's no point in denying it, love, I heard you loud and clear," Lena smirks and joins her in the kitchen, poking her in the side. Kara squeals and feigns hurting by falling to the floor dramatically.

Lena playfully rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. "Baby, get up, the floor is a mess." Kara easily obeys and jumps to her feet with barely any help from Lena. "I married a weirdo," she shakes her head.

"Do you regret it?"

"Never," Lena states firmly. "You're my weirdo, forever."

"I like the sound of that," Kara blushes. Even after being married for five years, and knowing each other even longer, Lena still possesses the ability to fluster Kara on a daily basis.

"C'mon, let's order Chinese."

"You're speaking my language!" Kara kisses Lena on the nose and watches with pure affection as it scrunches. She grabs the takeout menu from the junk drawer before twining her fingers through Lena's and snuggling with her on the couch.

No matter her diagnosis, not matter the outcome, Lena will be more than okay with Kara by her side.

#half of this was written with an edible in my system #so i apologize if it doesn't make sense #lasdkjfldskjf #prompt ask #supercorp #supercorp fic #a lot of angst #but also PURE FLUFF

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crimefightingspiderguy · 4 years ago

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to be so lonely

Summary: “Hi could you do angst spider man x female reader but with fluffy ending please and thank you.” (REQUESTED BY @icequeen2021)

Warnings: Torture is mentioned and injuries do occur. Spoilers for Spider-Man: Far From Home and Avengers: Infinity War & Endgame.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 4,494

A/N: Just as a precaution, I did not proofread this because its almost 4 a.m. here and I really just wanted to get this out to you guys! I hope the requester and everyone else enjoys this, I had a lot of fun writing it. I also wanted to note that this occurs post Spider-Man: Far From Home so since I don't really know who took charge of the Avengers after Tony and Steve's deaths, I just assumed it was Sam/Falcon/Captain America for the purpose of this fic. Lastly, I'm aware that mutants have yet to be introduced into the MCU, but my guess is that they are going to claim Monica (and now Wanda) from WandaVision as mutants, so I'm running with it in this fic.

“Hello?” Peter’s groggy voice came through the darkness. You stood in the doorway, light now beaming into the room, waking Peter.

“Oh, thank goodness. I had… a bad dream. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You were one of the newest Avengers and when Peter Parker’s identity was revealed to the world, Sam told you to help him go into hiding, at least until they were sure it was safe for him to stay at the Avengers compound. You were (as you put it) cursed with the ability to see the future. After Hydra had gotten found out about the time stone, they sent you in as a spy to try to find out more about it. You studied under Dr. Strange for a couple of months before he even let you see it. One night, he let you even practice with it. Unfortunately, your genes were predisposed to be mutated, all they needed was the right amount of radiation to kick start them. To touch the stone, was to mutate your genes, triggering your curse. Your new mutation was being able to see into the future. Dr. Strange ended up finding out that Hydra sent you and realizing that they would only turn you into a weapon, he helped you fake your death and sent you to the Avengers, changing your identity and living under the radar. Your mutation was the perfect thing to help Peter while on the run, since you would constantly be one step ahead of your enemies. Peter had the ability to sense danger coming his way, so he thought he would be fine on his own, but you could see farther out into the future and see multiple paths that could occur based on one small choice, so Sam wouldn’t even listen to any of Peter’s protests to having you come along. It’s not that he didn’t want you to come along, because you two were friends, but he didn’t want to put you in extra danger of being seen by Hydra or getting hurt because of him.

“A bad dream or a glimpse into the future?” Peter asked, alert now.

“A bad dream… I think. Let me look again.” You tried to focus on your current path. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But there it was, a small branch that when followed lead to the dream you had. The only choice that had to be made was you turning on the lights to check on Peter, tipping someone watching you off that you were in fact staying here. You quickly opened your eyes and ran out to the living room. You shut off all the lights throughout the whole empty apartment you were “staying” in. You had been moving from place to place so when you found an apartment that was prepped for open house showings, the two of you decided to hang out there until you saw a showing being held and then you would tidy stuff up and ditch the place. Unfortunately, it appeared in this distant future, whoever was following the two of you got a tip that an empty apartment was all the sudden getting activity regularly.

You went back into the room Peter had taken, “Get in the closet, now.” Peter rushed out of the bed and did as he was told. You got into the closet next to him and pulled the door shut. You glimpsed into the future and quickly saw that the person was on their way, they would be there in minutes and one of the places they would in fact check was the closet. Just then, Peter’s skin lit up in goosebumps and you knew it was too late to move him.

“Can you tell who…” Peter began to whisper, but you quickly put a hand over his mouth, seeing they were about to walk into the front door. Luckily, you had locked it, so they would have to take a minute to pick the lock, so they don’t draw suspicion with a loud bang of breaking the door down.

“I’m going to do something; you have to just trust me. Whatever happens, whatever you hear me say, don’t leave the closet. You understand?” you spoke out low and fast.

“But…”

“Do you understand?” You looked him dead in the eyes, time was ticking.

He nodded. You grabbed one of his extra web shooters from his bag in on the closet floor. You slowly pulled the closet door open and shut behind you, taking one more look at Peter, putting your finger over your mouth as a reminder for him to stay silent. You moved over to the bed Peter was moments ago sleeping soundly on, leaned over to the window above it and opened it wide. You stood on the bed, positioning your body to make it look like you were trying to escape out the window. You stood in your position and waited, silently shooting a web out the window to the building across the street and tossed the shooter underneath the bed. You heard the door finally unlock and slowly creak open. They were most likely assuming the two of you were asleep and had no inclination he was there. After seeing no signs of life in the living room, he began heading for the bathroom. Looking into the future to see if your plan would work, you saw a small issue. If he took his time searching through each room, Peter would eventually sneeze and expose himself. You needed to get the guy out of there now. You looked over to the lamp on the side table on the right of the bed. You kicked it as hard as you could, causing the bulb to shatter on the hard-wood floor as it landed. You cussed in a loud enough to hear whisper and positioned yourself back half-way out the window. The man was now bursting through the bedroom door, first looking to the lamp that caused the sound, then to the person who was clearly trying to escape him.

“Shit Peter, go, go, go! Get out of here!” You shout out to a non-existent Peter outside of the building. “I’ll be fine, go now!” You put on the most panicked look you could while you whipped your head back to the man who was just now putting two and two together. He ran over to the window, yanked you off the ledge and looked outside. He saw the web hanging from the other building across the street, blowing silently in the wind, the web-shooter himself nowhere to be seen. The man’s grip on your arms painfully increased, making it easy for you to keep the pain-filled, scared look on your face.

“That was a very stupid move missy. I’m sure if you’re important enough for him to take on the run, he won’t be leaving you behind for long.” He turned out the window and yelled, “You hear that Spidey? You want the girl, you’ve gotta come and get her.” While his head was turned from you, you looked into the closet just barely able to see Peter’s eyes from the moonlight shining in and across the shutters of the closet. You shook your head slightly as you saw in the near future Peter putting his hand on the door and opening it to come save you.

“He’s not coming back; you might as well save your breath.” You said to the man as he brought his head back inside.

“Why wouldn’t he come back for you? Isn’t that his whole shtick? Saver of the defenseless?”

“Because I told him not to come back. I told him to not look back, so he won’t.”

“What makes you so sure he’ll do what you say?”

“Because if he truly loves me, he won’t come back.” You knew that no one knew of your relationship status with Peter, especially considering no one even knew you were an Avenger. So even though you were not dating Peter, they didn’t know otherwise, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

“Ahhh, so you’re his little girlfriend. That’s why you’re with him. We was starting to think you was an Avenger. We’ll this is even better because I’m sure some torture will get you talking. We won’t even need him to come find us, because you’ll lead us right to him.”

“I’d rather die.” You spat in his face.

“Oh, don’t worry, you will. But not until we find our spidey.” He smiled a nasty smile and yanked your arm out of the socket as if it was nothing, and you gave a choked-out scream.

He tossed you over his shoulder and walked out of the apartment. You couldn’t see into the closet anymore, but you could see into the future and Peter was in absolute shock, but he did as you asked and stayed put until the next morning, when he could be sure the apartment would no longer be watched.

At some point you had been knocked unconscious, or maybe you were drugged? It was hard to tell with the throbbing in your head making your memory foggy. You woke up to realize you were tied up to a chair, in a dark and empty room. You blinked rapidly trying to clear your hazed mind, and when it began to work, you looked into the future to see what was coming. You had three paths, all waiting on someone to make the next move. One path was the man from before coming in with a crowbar and breaking your bones with it, one by one, until you told him what he wanted, which you never did, resulting in you dying of internal bleeding. You shuddered at the thought, hoping your other paths would be better. The second was Peter tracking you down and coming to save you. This led to the death of both you and Peter. Your heart began to race, the image of Peter’s cold and unmoving body lying on the ground in an unnatural twist was harder to look at than the image of you weeping over him, only to meet the same fate. The third and final path was you getting out of the ropes and being able to fight your way out of the place. This third path had an uncertain ending, because while you would be able to get out of the chair, it wasn’t clear if you’d be able to fight off all of the people standing around outside of the room you were held in.

You quickly thought through all of the moves that Bucky had taught you from his years as a killing machine. There were a few that you could pull of successfully on Bucky himself, leaving you some hope that you would be able to fight them off, but looking at the sheer number of people outside that would run to attack, it’s hard to imagine they wouldn’t be ganging up on you causing a more powerful attack than even Bucky could prepare you for. You looked around the room for an escape, literally anything. You saw it in the corner to the left of you. The way out. You looked into the future after deciding that was how you would escape, and surprisingly the outcome was clear and successful. You quickly kicked off your shoe and rolled off your sock on the floor. Taking your now free toes, you stuck them into your shoe and slid the folded pocket knife you hid in the too big for you shoes in-between your big toe and second one. You pulled it out, holding onto it for dear life with your foot. You put your leg to the side of the chair, pulling your foot up into the air and back towards your hands as much as you could with the ropes constraining you. You were just able to grab the edge of the folded over knife and once you had a grip, flipped it open and began sawing away at the ropes. You saw that the men outside were unmoving and weren’t planning on interrogating you for at least another hour. The sun was setting, and they were hoping that Peter would show up in the dark to try and save you. When they were to realize that he in fact was not showing up, they would barge in and pounce on you. However, Peter not showing up depended on you getting out of the building. You saw that he was nearby in the future where he tried to save you. He was only going to save you if he sensed you needed to be saved. If you could get out of this room, you wouldn’t set off his Spidey-sense, and he would be safe, you would both be safe.

Once the ropes fell to the ground, you were able to cut your torso free and stand to run to the corner that held a vent big enough to crawl through. Cutting off the long sleeve of your shirt at the shoulder, you made a sloppy sling for your dislocated left arm. Crawling wouldn’t be a cake walk with only one arm, but you had to make do. You quickly screwed open the gate with your knife and silently pushed it to the ground and begun to crawl on your hand and knees through the ventilation system. You looked forward in time to see where this would lead you and how quickly. The sun was setting faster than normal it felt, as the dark approached, so did a twisted fate if you couldn’t get out fast. You had lucked out this time, and you actually couldn’t believe what you were seeing. About 10 feet ahead of you, the vent led out to the back of the building. They were keeping you in a room used to store things at cool temperatures and the air vent was used to release hot air in the summer and suck in cold air in the winter. You began crawling as fast as you could muster without making too much sound.

When at the end, you looked with your mind to see if danger lurked in the shadows outside the vent, but no one was near. The vent led to the back of the building where there were no other doors or windows, no way for Peter to get in and find you. Or so they thought. You slipped your hand through the slits in the grate to work at the screws on the outside. You could feel the cold rusty metal slicing your hand open, but you could care less right now as turning back would result in a lot worse than a few infected cuts. After about 5 minutes of awkwardly poking, prodding and twisting at the screws, you were able to kick open the grate. You slid outside and stood up, quickly making your way to the tree line. Peter was nearby, you saw his location before, but it was hard to distinguish it in the vast forest surrounding the building.

Looking around, seeing there was no one in sight you quickly let out a whisper of his name, “Peter.” You hoped it would be enough to catch his attention if he was within his hearing range. You waited a moment but saw nothing. You moved forward a few feet, hoping he was maybe just farther into the forest, “Peter.” You repeated. This time you saw something, not in real time, but seconds before it happened. Him whipping his head around, hearing your footsteps, your breathing, your heartbeat, the soft whisper of his name leaving your mouth. Him swinging tree to tree to get to you as quickly and as quietly as he could manage. As if he was delayed compared to the image in your mind, he landed softly next to you moments after you saw him do it in your mind.

“You’re okay.” He whispered, pulling you into a hug, trying to mind your slung arm.

“For now. But we’ve got to go. There is still a 50/50 chance they’re going to catch us when they realize in about 2 minutes that I’ve escaped.

“Well then you better hold on tight.” He lifted you up with ease and rested you on his hip, making you look like an awkwardly large toddler in his arms. He kept one arm around you as you wrapped your legs and good arm around him. He was off in seconds, swinging the two of you from tree to tree and once out of the forest, building to building.

Once you were at a safe enough distance, Peter stopped on an apartment rooftop and took the two of you under the cover of a tarp covering up empty wooden crates from any bad weather.

“We need to get you back to the compound. Have Bruce heal you up.” He said gingerly touching your shoulder.

“We can’t go back, you know that. We haven’t gotten word from anyone yet that the coast is clear, and it’s obvious that you’re still on plenty of people’s hit list. I can fix it, just give me a second.” You looked around the roof to see if there was anything you could jam your arm into to try and pop it back into place. Behind where you were hiding was a door leading down into the apartments. You stood up and headed over to it. Peter followed you, watching and listening to the surroundings for anything suspicious. You pulled the sling off your neck slowly and balled it up. You stuffed it in your mouth, causing Peter to give you a confused look,

“What are you doing?”

You answered him by slamming your arm into the wall, popping it back into place, letting out a now muffled scream into your shirt sleeve. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away with the cloth you pulled out of your mouth. You took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm yourself.

“There. All better.” You opened your eyes and gave Peter a weak smile as he stood, mouth open and face pale.

“Holy shit.” He whispered.

“Close your mouth honey, you’ll catch flies.” You push his bottom jaw up and head over to the edge of the rooftop. You looked down to see there was a fire escape a few feet below you. Looking ahead of your time, you saw the possibilities of entering each window attached to the escape. Only one of them would lead you to an empty apartment. The owners gone for the whole week. They will have a first aid kit waiting for you to tend to your hand with.

“Peter, can you lower us down to that escape?” You called over to him softly. He joined you at the ledge and nodded when he saw what you were referring to. You held onto his side again as he climbed with his sticky hands and feet down the wall and onto the escape. You grabbed his hand and led him down to the window of the currently empty apartment. You carefully slid the window open and snuck in, Peter silently following behind you.

“The owners won’t be back for a week. As long as we leave the place as we found it, they won’t be any the wiser that we were here.” You whispered to him as he shut the window. “I’m going to go find their first aid kit and get some antibiotics on my hand” You held out your gashed up hand to show him and you saw him wince at the sight of it. He was surprisingly sensitive to seeing your injuries. You figured at this point all of the Avengers were desensitized to stuff like this.

It was just months ago you all were fighting off the mad titan Thanos, you expected nothing to shock anyone at this point. It was strange getting blipped away. One second you were standing next to Dr. Strange watching him give over the time stone, the next you simply weren’t there. You couldn’t see it coming. This was the only thing you couldn’t see coming, because it was too random. You had too high of a chance of not getting blipped, just as you had too high of a chance of getting blipped, so you couldn’t have known. It was horrifying and the bases for most of your nightmares nowadays. You and Peter were the same age, which is why you think Dr. Strange took pity on you regardless of you being a Hydra spy. They had taken you against your will and forced you to serve them. Kids tended to be the best type of spy because it was harder to be suspicious of them. But because you were the same age, when you both came back, the two of you had sort of relied on each other to help one another adjust to the new lives you had to accept. The world had moved on without the two of you, while the two of you were stuck in the same spot for years. It was nice having someone who understood, especially someone your age. That’s why you were okay with risking your own life to help Peter run away. Because that’s what the two of you have silently agreed to do for months now. Protect each other, have each other’s backs, help each other through the nightmares, through the adjustments, through the pain.

Opening the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, you saw the tube of antibiotic cream. You grabbed in and closed the small door, jumping when you saw Peter standing in the mirror behind you.

“I thought you would’ve seen me coming.” he chuckled.

“I was distracted. Thinking about…” You trailed off, suddenly becoming more interesting in washing your hands to prep them for the medicine.

“The blip?” He finished for you. You didn’t even have to answer, you silence spoke for you.

“If it never happened, I wonder if we would be here right now.” You couldn’t help but grasp at lost futures that you couldn’t see.

“Maybe. I mean, Mysterio is the real reason we’re here and I feel like he would’ve come around eventually.”

“But I wouldn’t be here.” You pointed out.

“Do you regret coming with me then?” Peter asked, looking away from you now, hurt evident on his face. “Because you can leave for the compound at any time, I won’t stop you if it’s what you want.”

“No.” The word came out without hesitation, and it caused Peter to snap his attention back to you in the mirror where you finally met his eyes. “I just mean that we probably wouldn’t have gotten as close as we had. I mean yeah, we’d both be Avengers and would know each other, but I would’ve stayed locked away in the compound, and you would’ve barely given me a second thought. I wouldn’t be here because you wouldn’t have trusted me enough to let me come along. I wouldn’t be here because even if you would have trusted me to come with you, I would’ve still gotten kidnapped and I wouldn’t have been able to get out of there without getting caught because you probably wouldn’t have come back for me. I might not have been able to see those futures, but after you watch as much of the future as I have, you start to put the pieces together that one small change would’ve been catastrophic.”

“I like to think that whatever we chose, if it wasn’t a conscious choice or something out of our control, it was fate.” Peter said, “We might not have made the same choices to get us to this exact scenario, if the blip hadn’t happened, but Sam probably would’ve still ordered you by my side, regardless of my hesitation. I probably would’ve not let you get taken in the first place because I wouldn’t have trusted your judgement as much when it came to taking on that guy. We were meant to go through this together and I would’ve stuck by your side same as now.”

You chuckle at the last part about taking on the guy, you wanted to change the subject. The idea of you not getting to where you were friendship wise with Peter was a painful thought. You loved him. It was hard not to. The idea of a timeline where you didn’t love him was hard to even think about.

“I could’ve taken him on if I wanted to.” A smug smirk played on your lips

“Oh, I know you could, that’s why I was so surprised when you just let him take you. Why did you?”

You turned around to face him, “Because I was trying to get him away from you.”

“You could’ve died, you know that, right?” Peter says, taking the medicine from you and applying it to a clean cotton pad from the first aid kit, rubbing it over your hand. The images of you and Peter dead on the ground of that building flash through your mind.

“I know. But so could you have. I’d rather die and give you a head start than for you to die.”

“Why? My life isn’t worth risking yours for.”

“Because if I don’t have you… I have no one.” You admitted.

“Well, that’s not true. You have the whole team.” Peter tried to reassure you.

You shook your head, a sad smile on your mouth as you spoke, “I’m not close to them like I am you. Will you guys be sad? I’d like to think so. Will it greatly alter your lives if I was gone? No. After a couple of weeks, maybe even months, everyone would move on, including you. But if you were to die, I’d have no other friends who could bring me back to caring enough to go on. I have no family. I just have you. I’d rather die myself and know that eventually you’d be able to go on with your life, than let you die knowing that if I had just looked at a different future, I might’ve saved you. Knowing that I’ll never have anyone like you again in my life.”

“If you died, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” Peter said, a stress crease forming between his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t be able to move on because I never got to tell you that I love you.” The last part came out as a whisper as his hands set down the medicine and cotton pad. Bringing them to hold your cheeks.

You hesitantly brought your hands up to ghost over his. You might be able to see the future, but you didn’t see his confession coming. Turning your head slightly to kiss his palm, you whispered on his soft skin, “Then you understand.”

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Chapter 7

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 14-18: i have the power of god and anime on my side

Chapter Summary: So a normal anime battle, right?

Warnings: Curse words, kinda jokes about death

Words: 3.4k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

Walking through the mirror portal was like walking through a fever dream on drugs: directions weren’t a thing and every color was being blasted through your eyelids into your eyes and once you opened them because the colors calmed down, you think you saw a talking cat who smiled and waved at you in there.

All three of you with Grim on your hip stumbled out of the portal to this new forest area.

Problem with the forest was nothing was moving. No noises from birds. No wind blowing the trees. No crunch of the leaves on the ground by any animals. No footsteps. Nothing.

Your eyes surveyed the land and only found the forest deserted. Even the little cabin in front of you did not look like it had been touched in years. There were holes in the roof and cobwebs all over the house. And there were no lights on in the entire house.

You and the color duo had the same thought and locked eye contact with a cringe on each of your faces, absolutely not ready for anything.

So you began your journey with Red in front of you and Blue behind.

Blue looked around the forest, and then looked back to you and Grim, “So this is Dwarf’s Mine...It used to be prosperous, thanks to magic crystal mining but…”

Grim spoke up, “Uuuuhh.. Feels like something could jump out…” and slipped further into your arms.

You held on a little tighter to your cat and voiced your opinion, “Feels like someone died or something... “ You paused and decided to get this moment over with, “What are your names again? Like full name…”

Red just rolled his eyes and turned to face you, “Are you actually kidding me? You're such a dumbass…” He rolled his eyes and faced forward and continued to move forward to only mutter, “Ace Trappola, loser.”

Deuce pulled up by your side and sympathized with your struggles, “It’s okay. I’m Deuce Spade,” and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “I’m not really good with names either, and I have to ask all the time.” A small smile appeared on his face.

Ace grabbed back your attention while announcing his founding of the house you already knew about, “Oh, there's a house back there. Let's go ask them about the mine”a

You were not for this, “You sure that house isn’t haunted. I’m not okay with going into a haunted house and dying with people I’ve barely met.”

Ace was not in the mood and twisted his head to stick out his tongue at you, “Shut it, dumbass.”

You four finally got to the door of the cottage or cabin, and you realized that the cottages looked a lot like the Dwarf’s House in Snow White which you really should have put together when Deuce called the area the ‘Dwarf’s Mine.’

Once all three of you stopped at the door, Ace, the genius he is, decided to knock on the door as if anyone would answer. He even called out to those inside, “Good evening..” until he realized that no one was home, “I guess it’s abandoned …” Then, his next great idea was going inside which totally is not a crime of breaking in and entering, “It’s a mess in here.”

Grim jumped out of your arms to get into the cottage and began his exploration which landed him right in a spider web where he spit out pieces onto the floor,“ Puwah! I got a spider web in my face.. Peh! Peh!”

Ace moved over to the table, “Aren't the tables and chairs on the small side? Are they for kids? One, two... There's seven! So many!”

“I don’t know about you, but I think that dwarfs might have lived here,” You had to make a sarcastic remark at his lack of judgement.

But of course none of them heard you or acknowledged you until a light bulb flashed over Deuce’s head while he brought up something similar to you,“This was probably a lively home when Dwarfs' Mine flourished.”

Your face fell while you could only shake your head at the audacity (of this bitch), look away from him, and mutter, “Well, no shit, sherlock.”

Ace brought your attention back to the task at hand, “They did what they had to. After all, magic crystals are found inside coal. For now, let's go check it out.“

And so all three of you ventured out of the cottage into the forest. Heading through the forest, you discovered something when looking at the sky: The Neverland Star was in the sky. You had to ponder for a minute if what if you actually were in a world where all things that happened in Disney Movies existed. You pushed that aside the moment you thought of it and laughed because ‘Naw, there’s no way that could happen and certainly not to you. You weren’t some Y/N from a fanfic where their parents sold them to Harry Styles.’

The more you followed the terrible forest path the less the path could be seen; years of no use made the path basically nonexistent. But the mine was the worst: broken pieces of wood and metal were thrown about like it something happened when it was closed, grass was growing from the train tracks, and not a single forest creature was in sight.

Grim studied the vibe for a minute and freaked out, “W-we're gonna go in that pitch black cave!?” He could only cling back onto your cloak for protection as if you could protect even yourself.

“Scared? Lame.” Ace rolled his eyes and emerged first from the four of you in horror at the mine.

Grim threw your cloak back in your direction and crossed his arms, “Naaanh!? I'm not s-scared at all! I'm taking the lead! You guys, follow me!“ Grim pranced to get in front of the three of you and entered the mine.

Everything was going well until two ghosts emerged from within the mine, creating chaos from the four of you.

The ghost’s could only reply to your chaos with, “Heeee hee hee! Our first visitor in ten years!” from one and, “Make yourselves at home. For eternity!” from another.

And all three of you raced away from the ghosts.

Ace could not help but panic, “This place is haunted with ghosts, too!”

Deuce tried to handle the situation, “We don't have time to deal with them one by one. Let's go!”

But Ace is Ace, “Don't think you can just order me around. If you hadn't done something so idiotic, we wouldn't be in this mess.“

“You wanna talk about who started it? It's cause you wouldn't clean!”

“It started when that furball burned the Queen of Hearts' statue!"

Grim tried to save his dignity, “Ffgna! That's what you get for making a fool outta me!”

Deuce set the objective again to the two idiots, “All of you! Do you understand our situation right now? We're all expelled if we don't get back with a magic crystal by tomorrow morning!”

You just couldn’t stand the arguing of these boys. They were worse than children arguing over a favorite toy.

Ace flicked his hand at Deuce and voiced his attitude, “So stop patronizing me. It's really ticking me off.”

“Will you all just shut up and run? Is it that hard to comprehend in your tiny brains that this is a situation where we could all I don't know..d i e? Either get your asses out of here and follow me or I’ll leave you in here.” You grabbed Grim and put him back on your hip.

“...on’t….ive….wo....” A ghastly voice spoke from far in front of your group.

Everyone jumped.

Ace peered around the cave only stopping to lock his frantic gaze onto yours, “W-who said that...”

“St...one....sssss.....mine..” The voice murmured.

“I think it's... getting closer…” Deuce whispered-yelled at you.

“Stone.... IS MIIIIIIIIIIINNNEEEE!!” A creature with a broken glass head with tar or a substance like gasoline leaking out of the broken area. The creature had a red coat with a belt and a brown hat on top of its broken glass head.

All three of you jumped with wide eyes and open mouths and screeched, “I-It's heeeeeeeeeeeree!!!!”

You with Grim in your arms, Deuce, and Ace all scrambled to get out of the cave with the monster, pushing and shoving the others to get out of the way and get through. You ended up tripping on a rock

A new section of the cave came into view while the monster was still chasing after your group. And even after you three sprinted through the cave, you did not stop until the monster’s footsteps could not be heard from behind you.

You three came to a halt and you let Grim stand up in order for you to place your hands on your knees so that you could take a break and breathe after the run you just had. The other two boys followed your same form and let out large puffs of air.

Deuce stood back up while still exhaling air, “What the heck is that thing?!”

Grim clutched your cloak as he hid under it this time, “Ffgnaaaaaaa!!” He almost pulled your pants down, “Crowley didn't say anything about that!! Let's get outta here!” He tugged your cloak in the opposite direction of the cave.

Ace fixed himself and thought out loud, “It’s so nasty,” but he placed his hand on his chin and finished with, “But didn't it mention a 'stone'!?” He did peace signs and moved his fingers up and down to signify he was quoting the beast.

Grim’s mouth flew open wide while he voiced his opinion of the monster with a solid, “Eehh??”

He was lost in his confusion until the monster appeared behind him again, “St....one, won't....give...!” The monster seemed pretty strung up about this stone which made you pause for a minute and think. Why is this monster here in the first place? And why does this monster need this stone? Is it like its source of magic like the chandelier or something?

Deuce had a cry of “Eureka!” by proclaiming about the magic crystals, “So there really are magic crystals left!”

Grim’s response was plain, “N-n-n-n-n-nope! Nope! I'm a genius, but I can't beat that thing!” He was still clutching onto your cloak while pointing at the monster.

Deuce curled his fist up, “But we'll be expelled without it.. I'm going!” and he threw it up in the air.

Ace’s wide eyes locked with yours, “You’ve gotta be kidding!?”

“Well, if we are gonna do this and get this stone, we gotta do this right.” You threw your hands on your hips and your lips twitched up.

Deuce now had both of his hands in fists while proclaiming, “I cannot, under any circumstances, be expelled!”

The monster was not hearing any of it, “Leave! Leave!! Leeeeeaave!!!”

And so the three and the monsters began to fight. Grim had to jump out of his hiding spot, and he would spit fire at the monster every couple of steps that the monster was taking. Ace and Deuce kept hitting the monster with common attacks that they knew. But you realized something sooner than they did.

So you yelled at them, “Idiots, nothing is working. Get your butts out of here if you want to live!”

They, of course, would not listen to you and continued to fire their attacks at the monster, and even when Grim noticed the attacks weren’t working and informed the others with a “I-It's not working at all!” they still continued to fight.

It was only when you found a sparkly light at the end of the tunnel did your scream of “Dudes, there is a crystal thing here!” spurred them to listen to you.

Ace turned and found the crystal just as you did, “Behind that thing! At the end of the tunnel, something...”

Deuce nodded, “That light, is it a magic crystal!?”

And once the monster hollered at the group of you again about how he “WON’T GIVE” your group the crystal, you made the assumption that there was at least one crystal left.

Grim turned back to you and called for the others to get out of the mine as soon as possible because there was no way they were gonna win now.

You grabbed Grim once he made grabby hands at you and started to dash down the mine in the opposite direction of the creature.

You three ended up making it back to the little cottage before you stopped.

Grim panted even though he was on your hip the entire time, “Is this far enough?”

Ace was still stupefied, “Ooooww.. What in the world was that? No one said anything about that!”

Deuce was also lost in confusion, “It didn't seem like any old ghost.”

Ace sighed in defeat, “Let's give up and go home. I'd rather get expelled than fight that thing.”

Deuce looked incredulously at Ace, “Wha!? Don't screw with me! I'd rather die than face expulsion! There's a magic crystal in front of us and you wanna go home!” Deuce gripped Ace’s collar and pulled the boy in front of his face.

Ace scoffed, “Ha. You talk big for someone worse at magic than me. Go alone if you want. I'm done.” Ace pushed Deuce’s hands off of him and started walking away from the direction of the mine.

Deuce snapped, “Oooh, that right? Then stay right there cowering like a spineless coward!”

Ace’s face swiveled around, “Huuuuh?? Coward?? Who exactly are you talking about?”

Grim’s hands tigented around your shirt, “U-uuuh... Deuce. Did you switch up your character?” His head tilted to the side.

Deuce coughed, “Huh! A-ahem! My bad. I lost my composure a bit.”

You decided that if any time is good, now is the perfect time for your opinion, “Okay dudes, let’s use what we have. We know that magic can help us in this situation, but being a dumbass won’t. All three of you need to actually use your brains and remember that you don’t have to do this alone.” You placed your hand on your chin, “If one magic alone does not work with our level, maybe magic combined could work. There is always the power of friendship if we really need it.”

Ace’s eyes narrowed in either disgust or confusion, “Well, yeah we can only do small stuff that we are good at. That’s why we have schools for magic, so that we can practice a lot to use magic just as it comes to mind. You’ll screw up if you lose your cool.”

Your eyes sparkled, “So what you are saying is I’m right and that we do need to work together as you are all inexperienced magicians that can barely do anything!” This was just what you needed.

Ace continued and ignored you, “Shut up. Stuff you're good at, you can go off instinct.”

Deuce voiced his decisions, “At any rate, I'm going in there. I'll figure out how to beat that thing and come back with a magic crystal.”

Ace rolled his eyes at Deuce, “However, judging by the chandelier incident, you're a complete idiot. You couldn't land a single hit earlier, but now you'll 'figure it out'? It's going to end the same.”

Deuce’s eyes narrowed at Ace, “Come again!? You think…”

Grim tugged on your cloak to get your attention, “Here they go again. Can you stop it?”

A sigh came out of your mouth to launch you into your rant, “Will both of you put your dicks away and calm down? For Pete’s Sake, I really thought your brains would be bigger than your dick, but now I’m just assuming that your brain is nonexistent…” Your hand ran through your hair, “Please, I beg for you to listen to me for one second. Get your head out of your ass and realize that you, all of you, need to work together as a team and think with your heads to defeat this monster. Capiche?” You closed your eyes and smiled as wide as you could.

Both of the students looked at you like you just told them that the world would end, and ended up yelping after their eyes met yours.

Grim covered his ears with his paws, “Waah. Why are you shouting all of the sudden?”

You opened your eyes and obtained a resting bitch face, “Either you suck it up and realize that you can’t do anything alone or you can go try again and maybe you’ll have a good short death.” Your smile appeared back on your face.

Deuce deflated, “Guuhh... B-but... What exactly should we do?”

“We have to have a plan for this to work,” You knew you had to put your head together.

Ace still had disgust in his eyes, “Strategy? You mean get along and work together. Ha! That's cold. You have no problem saying lame things with a serious face, huh.”

Deuce bobbed his head, “Disagreed. No way I'm working with this loser.”

Grim shook his head, “But... I feel like it's way lamer to get expelled on the first day of school.”

Ace stuttered, “U-uh, that’s…”

Deuce stared at his shoes.

“So, are you finally gonna listen to me?” You smiled and ran your hand through your hair.

Ace groaned, “....haaaahh.. Fine! We just have to get it done, right! So, what's your plan?”

And all three of you then had a discussion about what you were going to do to defeat the monster. Neither of the males had any ideas, so it depended all on your ideas. Later, you three ended up at the opening of the mine with confident looks on your faces, empty stomachs, and worn out bodies.

Grim, shaking next to you and gripping the end of your cloak, gazed up into your eyes, “You... really think it'll go as planned? I'm sca... no, just nervous.”

“Hey, Grim,” You pet the top of his head right next to his ears, “Nothing bad will happen to us. You just have to believe in yourself and everyone else.”

Ace slapped you back, “Haha, you're too stiff. Just go with the flow. Let's get this over with!”

All three of you strutted into the mine as if you knew what you were doing, but you didn’t.

Grim jumped in front of you and waved his arms all around, “Hey, beasty! O-o-o-over here!”

The monster ended up sprinting at you which makes sense because before it ran at you, you cupped your mouth and yelled, “Hey, whore, bet you never passed elementary school!” And then stuck out your tongue at the monster.

Grim sprung up and went in the opposite direction you did screaming, “Gah! It’s coming!”

While you tried to doge the monster, the monster growled, “Grrr!There... thief... too. Won't give... Mine... Mine!!”

The monster’s growls and shrieks soon turned into wails and cries. You paused your run to observe the monster who was in the middle of fighting Ace and Deuce because Ace decided to punch the monster in the monster’s face of glass. (Grim ended up cheering at Ace’s punch) This monster you had now learned was not mad at you but was probably attached to the mine and especially to the crystal with how the monster’s screams turned to cries.

(‘Great character analysis!’ You thought while patting yourself on the back.)

You surveyed the outfit of the monster once more, and you learned that it was much more familiar than you thought.

A light bulb went off in your head because the outfit looks like one of the seven dwarfs outfits, and, of course, now when you need it you forgot what they all look like.

You had to get everyone’s attention, especially the monster’s, “Hey hey hey! I’m gonna steal the crystal if you don’t run after me!”

The monster stomped after you out of the mine and into a big meadow roaring, “Go away! Go away!!!”

And with a wave of your hand, the three magicians in your group did a grand attack. All of them were yelling their movies like basic anime heroes.

(‘Am I in an anime?’ flew through your mind for a second, but your slowly pushed it down)

You knew that this was your only chance because the monster was stuck in all of their attack, “I’ll go get it, don’t worry!”

The three of them high fified and talked a little bit about how just amazing their combined attack was. You were spirinting into the mine, tripping on some of the rocks and slipping on a puddle of muck from the monster. The crystal slowly came into view and you went in that direction.

Large, booming footsteps were heard from behind you causing you to circle around to the noise and find not only the monster racing toward you but your idiotic boys following after it.

Ace hollered at you, “Watch Out!”

The monster even though the boys were still attacking it ignored everything and sprinted straight for you and the crystal.

You had to jam your hands into the rocks surrounding the crystal and pull as hard as you can which honestly was not a lot. Your hands were soon donned with scraps and cuts from the rocks surrounding it, and finally after using a piece of metal from the train tracks behind you, you got out the crystal with the monster not on your ass but almost.

When the monster locked sight onto the crystal in your hand, a sickening screech flew through the air, “Hands ooooofffffffff!!”

Deuce, Ace, and Grim all began panicking and trying to find out what to do by actually asking each other.

However, your biggest priority was to get out of the monster’s range, so you had to do something that could get you killed possibly.

(At least unless you wanted to go deeper into the mine which honestly was a worse idea than facing the monster in front of you).

The monster could almost reach out and grab you now so you performed your amazing save: you kneeled to the ground as the monster was still running at you causing the monster to trip and fly right over you into a wall of rocks. Since the monster was now a little caught up, you stood up and rushed to get the boys who you pulled by their sleeves as they were still arguing and forced them to follow you out of the mine once and for all.

Grim surveyed your hand and ordered the others, “We got the magic crystal! Let’s skedaddle!”

Ace looked back at the monster, sighed, then turned to Grim, and shouted, “Roger!”

The monster ended up gaining focus quicker than you expected because it appeared right behind you as the exit to the cave came in sight.

Ace incredulously gazed at the monster, “You're kidding!? It knocked off all that stuff and came after us!”

Deuce cursed and then remarks, “Shoot, it’s gonna catch up to us!”

You noticed that the monster did not stop even when all of you were close to the cottage in the woods, and you knew that it was because the monster is dead set on getting the crystal out of your hands, “There’s no way it’s gonna let us go. Either we end this now or die trying, so let’s go.” You halted your run and faced the monster with your fists in the air.

Ace sighed, “Aaah, fine! Let's finish it! Don't let me down, Mr. Serious!”

Deuce's eyes flicked to yours and then Ace, “You too.”

Grim jumped in front of you, “I’ll show off my true power!”

All three of them ended up using their magic together to defeat the monster, and even though they all came out of the battle close to dead they still cheered and celebrated with each other with shouts and highfives.

A breath of relief passed your lips, “Now this is when you confess your love for each other?” You locked eyes with first Ace and Deuce.

“Knock it off!” Ace and Deuce yelped at you.

It seemed they have become so much in sync that they are even imitating each other.

Deuce continued with red cheeks, “...Ah. N-no. This is nothing like that!”

Ace added, rubbing the back of his neck, “Y-yeah, yeah! Could you stop saying weird things?”

Grim puffed out his chest and bloated, “W-we won, thanks to my genius!...It's not because we pooled our strength!”

You turned to Ace and shook your head causing Ace to run his hand through his hair and frown, “...I guess making excuses is pretty lame. I hate to admit it but we won thanks to your plan.”

Deuce slowly nodded, “... True. We got the magic crystal because you gave us level headed instructions. We can prevent our expulsion this way. ... I'm so relieved.”

You smiled at the two, “Everyone did their part, and now we can finally relax.”

Ace finished it off, “Yeah, yeah. We're all relieved. And seriously worn-out and battered. Let's go home.”

Grim pulled your coat and remarked how starving he was, but all you could think about was a change of clothes and a bath, so him eating a black crystal or whatever did not really bother you, not even when the other two boys were yelling at him not to.

Deuce let out a cheer of excitement and a breath of plain exhaustion, “Switching gears, let's get this magic crystal to the headmaster!”

Everything was finally going your way. For now.

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Judgement ⚖️

I had the amazing opportunity to commission the wonderful and talented @oliviawildesjawline to do Wren Blake as Nemesis personified in the role of Judge. And OMG!!!! IT’S AMAZING!!! You’ve completely blown me away with this piece! This is just...this is way better than I imagined it, and the colors?! You never fail to amaze me. Thank you so much for making this a reality!!! It’s absolutely perfect and I CAN’T STOP STARING AT IT!!!

Joseph always told John that his sin would come around in another form. But the cycle never broke, and Wren’s sin comes around in the form of one she thought as a friend. Wren faces her first Judgement as Herald of Eden’s Gate, and the scales aren’t tipping in Jess Black’s favor. .

It’s hard to breathe sometimes, I found. Wasn’t anyone’s fault in particular, but I could feel the weight of something in my chest. And whether it's my own sin curling its hand around my lungs or the guilty that refuse to answer for what they had done, one couldn’t say. It was just so heavy.

Facing your demons was something people preached about, insisted on, despite how utterly terrifying it could be. Confront those feelings, the dark and long-legged spiders that formed cobwebs in the back of your mind to whisper the poisonous thoughts you believed to be your subconscious. They’re traitorous things, always sticky and malicious, knocking the angel off your shoulder with utter disdain. Crooked smiles taunting as you fall down and down until you can’t even tell that you’ve fallen into the pit of Tartarus itself. But yes, face your demons, darling.

And I’m face to face with her now.

Die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Forgive and love or watch as your sin comes around in a new form. The words were meant for both me and the man I spend my nights with, both of us on the different sides of the same coin. It makes me contemplate, hearing a clock tick, but there is no clock here. No, not down here.

I tilt my head, careful not to allow my own wrath to consume my very being, igniting something that would burn out of control. My own test. And I realize the ticking is coming from my jaw, the words finding refuge there to avoid the sharp tip of my silver tongue. My words are like bullets, and I always preferred the personal touch of a blade over the gracelessness of a gun. Guns didn’t teach lessons.

I guess you could say they never got the point across.

My burgundy lips are twisting, a dark sneer that I had learned from the best of the best. And I feel as if it is his hand that’s guiding my actions, his tattooed digits tracing the coolness of my skin as if I was a marionette, but I am so much more. I am my own being, my own actions, my own existence.

I am my own Herald.

I wonder if that makes her heart beat faster, knowing that no other will interfere, she’s in my domain. Joseph wouldn’t even dare to put his hand upon the scales, refusing to taint the will of God because Judgement is sacred. A ritual that must be done right or else we pay the price. A soft hand or the steel of my knife, each calculation is accurate and precise, one wrong call and it unravels the bonds we weave for ourselves.

Rolling my neck, I can feel the tightening of an imaginary snake around my neck, it's comforting hissing and flicking tongue in my ear, and I swear I can feel just the slightest scratch of his beard. He’s not here, but I feel him.

You must always face your demons.

There’s hesitation within me when I swore that there would be none, a slight sliver of doubt piercing the insides of me, because I’m not sure if I can do this clearly. Fairly. A delicate line between revenge and vengeance and it has woven itself around my fingers, arms, entangling all the way down my spine. There should be metal there, but I fear that it’s only the thread keeping me standing straight.

I am alone.

Doing this on my own is an important feat. A necessary one that I take seriously. Perhaps a rite of passage, but I feel like I’m on the precipice of falling, or diving, and it steels my resolve. My dark heels click against the concrete floor, echoing against the harsh walls that match the harsh glow of light. I remembered my first time in this room, my shirt ripping apart as if it were nothing, fear pumping into my veins with just enough adrenaline. A toxic cocktail of endorphins, but I can practically taste the bitterness of her anger as she glares from her chair.

It’s exciting, almost. Oh god, the absolute thrill and I return her glare, because I am alone. Nobody is coming to save her, and I am the only way out for her. It doesn’t sway her actions, her feelings, for she is still so encompassed with loathing. She can’t see what is in front of her. What her pride has done to those around her, and I’m suddenly ready to pass my Judgement by just the slight reminder of her horrid actions. I still feel the warm blood on my hands and the tears that flowed that night. I want her blood in return, eye for an eye.

I swallow and shove what I can to the side, keeping what remanence of the control I had left. I rub my hands against the tight black pants, a wishful thought of them helping to hold me in place as I take another step forward. Her eyes follow, and I’m sure she means to be threatening with the look in her eyes, but I feel like laughing at her. The poor thing is tied and gagged, what threat was she? I fight the urge to rip the tape from her mouth just for the satisfaction of causing some sort of pain.

Reaching her, I rest my knee on her chair next to her leg and she jerks away. I have to fight the laugh because she’s ridiculous. Always acting like a child, always so damn selfish. I click my tongue, the organ finally rising to the occasion because I am done being silent. The words are screaming, clawing at the insides and I’m shocked that I have yet to spit blood upon her face out of spite.

I grab her face instead, and god, the relief I feel for it. The black nails pressing against her flesh, indents around my fingers. I feel the sweat, and I’m not shocked. This room was always a bit hot, and I was ready to remove the black button up to cool the hot skin underneath, but I thought better of it. It was almost a relief to feel the sponge against my chest so long ago, John showing me he was willing to give, but I won’t give her the blessing of reprieve. I am not merciful; I am not here to love her.

“I heard you refuse to Confess.”

My words, finally freed, are low and oh so soft. Had it been anyone else, my voice would have been a caress, comforting enough for them to come closer. But she knows better, and I can tell that from the way she’s looking at me, that I am nothing but a demon to her. A traitor who hid her horns so well that it was her sins that had to reveal them. And that’s fine. I’ll be whatever she wanted me to be.

I’ll be what I had to be.

A demon for her, a righteous Judge for them.

A whore of Babylon or The Baptist’s wife.

Nemesis.

So many crowns, thrones even, and no matter how heavy, I stood tall with my head held high as they all fell to my feet with praise or with blood in their mouths. I would protect my flock from the poison of those who slither in the shadows, spouting lies upon lies and destroying whatever was in their path. I almost pitied them.

Almost.

“You know that my Judgement comes after the Confession, don’t you dear?”

I’m taunting her and her eyes burn brighter. It’s answered with my nails piercing through her skin, blood pooling just a bit, and I hear her grunt of pain. She’s underestimating my rage, her betrayal. Her actions have spoken more than her lips ever could, so it’s fine. But the urge to make her feel something, to show just how scared she should be, is getting the better of me. Perhaps my wrath wasn’t contained, and I find it hard to feel regret for it. But I just smile, baring my teeth.

The scales have tipped, even if they were just a bit crooked to begin with.

Lowering myself, my lips find her ear. If I listen closely, perhaps I could hear the ghost of her beating heart pumping in her empty void of a chest. A falsity to make her seem more human than puppet, but we both know that it's wood underneath this skin. She was nothing but a mere tool at his disposal, and I had every intention of breaking it.

“That’s alright. Your silence is enough for me to pass Judgement, and oh dear, the sins you’ve committed…you should start praying to your God for forgiveness, honey. You won’t find any here.”

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mandowh0re · 4 years ago

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Peter’s Emergency Contact

Summary: Peter meets the Avengers. It doesn’t go well.

A/N: I’m a terrible person tell me to finish my wips. Also I’m sorry about May :(

P.s. it’s been a long time since I picked this fic up so there are some continuum issues, please forgive me.

Part1/ Part2/ Part3/ Part 4

Part 4

Putting it mildly, Peter was fucking bored. It was summer, but both Ned and MJ were on vacation with their families. And on top of that, it was way too hot to go out and do anything, including patrol. He was, however, on stand by if Karen came through with anything that required Spider-Man’s assistance.

A few floors down, the ex-Rogue Avengers were doing god knows what. They had been pardoned a month earlier and moved back into the tower. Peter had yet to meet them, though Tony seemed okay with them. But Peter didn’t really trust them.

Well, okay. He more-so didn’t trust Steve. Even though the others fought against Tony too, it was Steve that scared Tony. Peter noticed minute things that Tony would do whenever the Captain was mentioned. He’d fidget, or grab his left wrist, or rub his chest, or bite the inside of his cheek. Mostly stuff that would fly past most people.

But Peter wasn’t ‘most people’. Officially, Peter was Tony’s child. After a car accident killed May about eight months prior, Tony legally adopted Peter. Since then, Peter has learned all of Tony’s tells. Wanting to get to the bottom of these anxious ticks, Peter hacked his way around FRIDAY’s systems to figure out what had happened.

Peter wasn’t one to give into rage, but that day he spent a majority of his time in the gym or swinging through the city because he was basically vibrating from the emotion.

But they lived in the same tower, and maybe Peter was desperate for something to do, so he decided to head down to the common room where FRIDAY had informed him that a few of the Avengers were hanging out.

The elevator dinged and Peter walked out to the sight of… Christmas decorations?

“What the…” He breathed, looking around the room.

“You’re not Stark,” Natasha said, suddenly appearing in front of Peter.

Peter had to literally fight down his fanboy excitement to greet the literal Black Widow!

“Uh, no. I mean, technically I am but-”

“You’re Peter, right?” Was that a smirk? Peter couldn't tell.

“Uh, y-yeah. How-?”

“I have my ways of finding things out,” Okay, now that was a smile, “I haven’t told anyone though. So you’ll have to introduce yourself to them.” She said as she tossed her head to the side, motioning to the others on the floor.

“Oh, right.”

Peter followed Natasha farther into the room, gaining the attention of the rest of the crew including Wanda Maximoff, Vision (who Peter had actually met before), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, and Bruce (who Peter had also met before as he and Thor showed up about two months after May’s death).

“Uh, who’s the child, Nat?” Clint asked, sitting on the kitchen island.

Natasha looked at Peter, who began picking at the hem of his shirt. A nervous tick of his own.

“Uh, hi, Mister Barton. I’m Peter. Uh, Peter Parker. Or, Peter Parker-Stark now I guess? I’m-”

“Wait, excuse me, Parker-Stark? Since when the hell did Stark have a child?” Sam cut in.

“Let him finish,” Wanda berated the man, who seemed to currently be baking cookies, “Go on,” She said to the other teenager in the room, smiling kindly.

“Right, so uh, Tony hired me as his personal intern like two years ago, and we got pretty close. My aunt died last December and since she was my last family, Tony took me in and adopted me.” Immediately after mentioning his aunt’s death, almost everyone in the room looked at him with pity.

“I’m sorry kid,” That was Clint again, “Life sucks sometimes.”

“I’m adjusting,” Peter replied, but he quickly changed the subject, “Why are you decorating for Christmas? It’s almost a hundred degrees outside, not to mention it’s July.”

“Ah, that was my idea!” Sam called from the kitchen where he was currently pulling cookies out of the oven, “Since we’re on house arrest until further notice, I thought we could entertain ourselves with Christmas in July. It’s something we used to do when I was younger.”

“Oh, that sounds fun!”

“You’re welcome to join, kid.” Bruce called from his spot on the couch.

“Really? Thanks guys!” Peter jumped onto a seat at the island.

“Have a cookie, man.” Sam said, holding out a plate of santa shaped sugar cookies.

“Aw sweet!” The boy grabbed one and took a bite, “Thanks!”

About fifteen minutes passed by when Peter’s senses upped a few notches.

“Any cookies left, Sam?”

Peter nearly choked on his current cookie and jumped up to see Steve Rogers walking out of the elevator.

“Yep, a few plates full. There’s sugar, gingerbread, and chocolate chip.”

A few seconds passed before the super soldier noticed Peter.

“Um, hello. I’m Steve, you are?” He offered a hand for Peter to shake.

Peter tried to respond, but the room suddenly began spinning. He gripped onto the counter to steady himself.

“Son?” Steve asked.

“Don’ call me tha’,” Peter tried to glare, but he wasn’t even sure he was controlling his face properly.

Out of nowhere his legs gave out, and black began overtaking his vision.

A chorus of exclamations rang out as everyone ran over to tend to the boy. Fortunately and unfortunately, Steve was the closest and was the one to grab Peter before he hit the ground.

“No! Let me go!” He struggled against Steve’s arms to no avail.

“Calm down, son, I’m just-”

“What happened?” Bruce asked, feeling for Peter’s pulse.

“He just collapsed.” Sam answered.

Then Peter began seizing.

“Fuck, Sam, start a timer to time the seizure. Steve, pick him up and bring him to the medbay with me. Natasha, call Tony.”

“Why are we calling Tony?” Steve asked, following Bruce into the elevator.

It was silent for a moment where Bruce and Nat exchanged glances before Bruce answered, “He’s Tony’s kid.”

“Since when-”

“Later Steve. One thing at a time.”

***

“This better be important. Like, life or death because you pulled me out of a meeting and Pepper-”

“Shut up, Stark. Something is wrong with Peter.”

Tony was quiet for a moment before growling back, “Explain, Romanoff. Now.”

“I don’t know, Tony. He came down and introduced himself and was hanging out with us when he just collapsed and started seizing. We’re taking him to the medbay now-”

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I’m in DC. I’ll have to come back with the suit but it’ll still take me an hour.”

“What do you want me to-”

“Do not let him out of your sight, Nat. I don’t want him waking up alone and you and Bruce are the only two I trust enough to watch him. Keep me updated, I’ll let you know when I’m there.”

“Got it.”

***

“He’s showing symptoms of anaphylactic shock,” Bruce said to the other two occupants after injecting Peter with an anticonvulsant, “ FRIDAY, is Peter allergic to anything? Override code six one three three nine seven five.”

“Peter is allergic to peppermint, and as well has severe reactions when in close vicinity to insect repellents.”

“Was there peppermint in Sam’s cookies?”

“One moment, Doctor Banner.” A few seconds passed before the AI came back with an answer, “Mister Wilson has supplied that the sugar cookies had peppermint extract in them.”

“Peter had several of those,” Nat said quietly.

“Okay, okay at least I can work with that. Steve,” Bruce called to the soldier while pulling out an epinephrine pen, “I think it’d be better if you waited with everyone else. Thank you for helping.”

Steve wanted to argue, but he looked at Nat who seemed to agree with Bruce.

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything else.” He offered before walking out the door.

As soon as the door shut behind him Nat spoke, “If Peter hadn’t accidentally poisoned himself I’m pretty sure he would have punched Steve.”

Bruce finished injecting the medicine and pulled the pen away from Peter’s thigh, “He still might.”

Natasha helped Bruce fix an IV drip in Peter’s arm in silence.

“You don’t have to stay, I can watch him until Tony gets here.” Bruce offered.

“He won’t be here for another forty five minutes. Plus, I’m supposed to keep watch. Stark’s orders.”

Bruce nodded in understanding, “His vitals are starting to return to normal. I’ll go update the others.”

“I’ll call Tony.”

***

Peter felt like he’d been hit by a train.

Had he?

Honestly he couldn’t remember what had happened. He opened his eyes to see Tony next to his bed (why was he in the medbay?) talking to someone on the other side of his bed. Soon his ears stopped ringing and he heard another hushed voice. Probably whoever Tony was talking to. Why did Tony look upset?

Peter turned his head to see Steve standing there.

And

What?

Without really having his wits about him yet, Peter jumped up and shoved the man back, pulling and knocking over his IV stand in the process.

“Woah, Pete! Calm down-”

“What? You didn’t get to kill him in Siberia so you thought you’d come and finish the job while I’m out?” Peter practically snarled.

Steve’s eyes blew wide, shock and shame overtaking his features, “Son, I-”

“And stop calling me that!” Peter shoved again, sending the captain into the wall, leaving a sizable crack.

“Peter!” Tony yelled, grabbing at the kid’s arm, “Calm down, bud. He’s not here to hurt me, or you for that matter. Can you please sit back down before you give me another damn heart attack?”

Peter obliged but his eyes never left Steve, who looked to be in too much of shock to really say anything.

“Cap, let the team know he’s awake, will ya?” It really wasn’t a suggestion or a question, more like a thinly veiled disguise to get him out of the room before Peter decided he hadn’t had enough.

Nodding, Steve hightailed it out of the room, but not before looking back at Peter and offering a quick apology.

It was quiet for a few moments, in which time Tony set the IV stand back up and made sure Peter’s IV was still in place. Finally the older man spoke, “Pete, buddy, what was all that about? How do you know what happened in Siberia?”

Peter’s demeanor fell slightly as he came back to himself, “Wasn’t hard to guess.”

“Mhmm. Wanna try again? Maybe with the truth this time?” Tony said as he sat back down next to his kid.

Peter crossed his arms and looked down at the floor.

“I hacked FRIDAY,” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Tony asked.

Peter sighed audibly before repeating himself, louder this time, “I hacked FRIDAY.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you were beat up and withdrawn after we got back from Germany. Which, okay, fine. We weren’t in a place for you to tell me what happened. But then the pardon for them was beginning to go through and every time Steve was even mentioned, you had these reactions like you were nervous or something. And I wanted to know why. I already had a pretty good idea. Then I saw the footage and I just… I don’t want him near you..”

“Peter, buddy. Look at me, please,” Tony gently held the boy’s chin and turned his head so that he looked at Tony, “Thank you for looking out for me. But that’s not your responsibility,”

“Yes it is! I can’t-” His throat catches and a lump forms, tears making their way to the surface, “I’ve lost everyone because I couldn’t protect them. I can’t lose you too.”

Tony pulls Peter in for a hug, and cards his fingers through the kid’s curls, “It’s okay to cry, honey. But I’m not going anywhere. Remember that. The universe will have to personally fight me before I let anything get between us. Understood?” Peter nodded slightly, but clung to his father’s shirt as he cried.

Eventually Peter fell asleep in Tony’s arms.

“I love you, kid. I’m not going anywhere.” Tony whispered, placing a kiss on top of the curls on his kid’s head.

And yes. Peter did end up punching Captain America. We don’t bring that up.

***

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realismreading · 3 years ago

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Days in the Sun

Mirabella watched from a small bench outside the Black Cottage as Arsinoe chased Katharine around with two piles of dried leaves in her hands.

“I’m coming to get you, Kat!” Arsinoe yelled. Katharine shrieked and started laughing, piling on the speed. Katharine bowled straight for Mirabella and ran to hide behind her, her giggles still loud and clear.

Arsinoe stood in front of Mirabella and grinned. “Come out, come out, little kitty Kat. Or I’ll have to spoil Mirabella’s lovely dress with leaves.”

“You wouldn’t!” Katharine gasped.

“Oh, I would!” Arsinoe replied. “Mirabella can magic them off anyway.”

“It’s not magic, Arsinoe.” Mirabella sighed. “You know it isn’t.”

“It’s magical to us.” Katharine responded, letting go of her vicelike grip of Mirabella’s dress. She sat cross legged on the bench beside Mirabella and stared at her sister’s hands. “Show me how to do it.”

“Kat, you know you can’t do it.” Mirabella said gently. “You know you’re a poisoner.”

“And Arsinoe is a naturalist, I know.” Katharine sighed. Her dark eyes dimmed with sadness and Mirabella’s heart melted for her baby sister. “I don’t want to be a poisoner.”

This was a conversation that the triplets had had many times before in the dead of night. Arsinoe would sneak out of their room and wait for Willa’s soft snores and creep back once she heard them. She was good at navigating the spots on the floor that didn’t creak and she could recognise a person by their footsteps before they’d even appeared.

Poor Katharine had learnt of the long line of poisoners that they had come from and had been deathly afraid of her own gifts ever since she understood what it was used for.

It didn’t matter that she would be able to heal and create nice things for the people of Fenbirn. All that mattered to her was that she could hurt people with her gift.

Mirabella and Arsinoe understood that they would one day have to battle for their right for the throne, and so did Katharine, but Mirabella knew that her sisters were desperate to believe that something would change before they were old enough to reach their Ascension year.

They did not want anything other than this to be their life. To always be three, to always be sisters. The idea of forgetting one another, of not spending their days helping Willa with tasks around the Black Cottage, foraging and playing and reading and learning.

Even Arsinoe enjoyed the lessons Willa gave them. Though, she did lean towards the gorier parts, the stories of war gifted queens who brought glory to Fenbirn and defended their island from those that would hurt them.

More than anything, Mirabella and her sisters wanted what everyone else had.

At five years old, they were aware of the ticking clock that counted down the days to their sixth birthday. As of today, there were exactly three hundred and sixty-five. One year.

Mirabella plastered on her bravest and kindest smile and leaned forward to engage with Katharine. Her baby sister who felt more like a child to Mirabella than a sibling.

“Really? Because I want to be a poisoner.” Mirabella said.

Katharine looked up and frowned. “You do?”

“Imagine all the fun little spiders and rats I could sneak into Arsinoe’s pockets to scare her if I were a poisoner! It would be so easy! And I’d make lots of lovely little medicines to help the war gifted and the naturalists if they got hurt while hunting. And you’re so beautiful with those big eyes and beautiful thick hair. I’d give anything for what you have, Katharine.”

Katharine smiled widely, and some life seemed to flood into her. “Well, you cant. I’m a poisoner, and you’re just an elemental.”

Mirabella sighed and tried her best to look forlorn. “You’re right, Kat. The Goddess must favour you greatly.”

“I’m ever so jealous, too.” Arsinoe said, dropping her leaves and sitting cross legged on the floor in front of Katharine. “Poxy bloody naturalists. That’s really boring.”

“Arsinoe, language.” Mirabella hissed. Arsinoe stuck her tongue out.

“Do you think the Goddess likes me?” Katharine asked.

“I think she likes you the best.” Arsinoe confirmed.

“The best of all the queens.” Mirabella agreed.

“Really?!” Katharine asked, eyes lighting up. Arsinoe and Mirabella nodded enthusiastically.

“Girls! In you come, please! It’s time to make dinner.” Willa called from the doorway. She wiped her hands on her white apron, flour drifting into the air in clouds.

“Willa, Willa, guess what!” Katharine yelled, tumbling off the bench in a hurry and scrambling towards the triplets’ caretaker.

“Careful, Katharine, you’ll trip and hurt yourself!” Willa exclaimed, steadying the youngest sister and smoothing some of her hair back off her face. “Whatever’s gotten you into such a tizzy?”

“I’m the Goddess’ favourite out of all the queens ever!” Katharine said excitedly.

“Are you really?” Willa asked.

“Really really! Mira and Syn said so.” Katharine said proudly.

“Well, then I would be inclined to believe them.” Willa said. “You three have the Queensblood in you. You are very knowledgeable about these sorts of things.”

Katharine beamed and looked back towards her sisters, who were catching up with her. Even Arsinoe respected Willa to some degree. She tested the limits and tried her hardest to break away from the way that Willa ran the cottage that they called home. But she loved Willa, as did Katharine and Mirabella.

“Come inside, girls.” Willa encouraged. “And you can tell me all about what you’ve been up to this afternoon over dinner.”

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whateverafterhigh · 4 years ago

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Worldbuilding Succession Systems: Goodfallow

Most of what we see or hear when it comes to the succession systems in the universe that Ever After High is set in relates to fairytales and the inheritance of specific character roles. Many of the fairytale royalty are born into their royal bloodlines or otherwise marry in. But there are some kingdoms where things aren’t as easy as that. One such kingdom is the Good King’s Kingdom – which I named Goodfallow in another post.

The Good King is a fairytale character, but his role in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is small. In fact, depending on the adaption of the story you read he might have already died by the time the story has officially begun. He’s not quite dead yet in the series, seeing as he’s still raising Raven Queen, but it is never acknowledged that Raven is in line for the throne. Not even as a “Hey, maybe Raven has her dad’s destiny…” kind of way, which you would expect given Raven is constantly fighting for any destiny other than her mother’s. Going that route might seem like too easy a fix to acknowledge in the series, especially early on, no matter how powerful a red herring that would be for the readers. It could have even been used to make Grimm start to worry on whether or not he actually guessed right when it comes to writing the fake book. Grimm doubting himself would have been great, even more so if it’s a big thing to have forgotten that the Good King needs an heir too.

The potential for drama aside, there must have been something else that made everyone think they were right so conclusively (and I’m not speaking of the gendered characters, there are too many female characters who have their father’s destinies for that to be the reason).

Then I had an idea.

The Goodfallow Crown

I wanted to create a succession system for Goodfallow that would be able to stand up to the Storybook of Legends on something akin to even ground. Obviously, I didn’t want it to have such a grand scale. But I knew I wanted something magical, and I knew I wanted it to be possible that the Storybook of Legends (the original) could guess wrong. (I mean what even is the point of having an antagonist as powerful and insufferable as Headmaster Grimm if he wasn’t able to grasp at some straws to save face and avoid even the harshest of punishments?). Still I wanted Grimm to be arrogant enough that he wouldn’t have worried about Raven’s position as the Evil Queen until she was throwing the book in his face on Legacy Day.

This meant I needed something with so many possibilities that something like the Storybook of Legends would have a hard time even coming up with the most likely outcome for the Next Good King. Something that could be affected up until the moment that the Good King has been crowned. And something that had the magical power to break the magical contract to the Storybook of Legends that signing it would create without extensive repercussions – something that would cause a page to fall out on its own if need be.

Also it needed to be something that played into what a Good King should be, it is what is choosing the reigning monarch after all.

In Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the Evil Queen is defined by her attitude and treatment of the kingdom’s people, so it only makes sense that the Good King be defined in the same way. So I played with the idea of the Good King being an elected position that passed down the bloodline out of convenience and all the things that real life kings and queens have to do to make sure that the people don’t start up a revolution. Something like the Sword in the Stone from King Arthur’s legends could do that, the same could be said for Thor’s Hammer (though I wasn’t actually thinking of Mjolnir when spider-mapping ideas).

I couldn’t see it being an actual sword, as cool as it would be for the Good King to actually have the kingdom’s blessing of sorts to raise his sword at those who wronged him. And after reading the fairytale Prince Darling, where there is a ring that pricks the young Prince on the finger every time he does something wrong in hopes that it will make him into a good person, I thought of using a crown.

The Goodfallow Crown, named such because it is the physical manifestation of the collective will of all the citizens of Goodfallow ticks a lot of the boxes for what I wanted.

It’s magic, powerful enough to break the bindings created by the Storybook of Legends because I’m the author and I say so. A lot of citizens in Goodfallow mean a lot of different possibilities for whether or not they think a candidate is the best for the Good King. It can still be meddled with before the inheritance ceremony, popularity and propaganda are going to be important – the same goes for whether or not a candidate knows what they’re doing. In turn this could be what makes Grimm so arrogant in his assertions that Raven will have her mother’s destiny.

The students at Ever After High are shown to be scared of Raven to the point they scream and run away from her. At the start of the books she assumes that this is just a side effect from her destiny as her mother had mentioned that something of the sort would happen when she reached a certain age. But it could be argued that this has more to do with how bullying of Raven (or any supposedly-evil-aligned character) was encouraged by Grimm or other members of the faculty, high tensions from how close Legacy Day is for her etc. Because Raven does get more popular as the books go on, and because the characters act a similar way in the beginning of the show’s canon it could be argued that she get’s popular enough to win Thronecoming.

But it’s not just Raven’s lack of popularity. Grimm makes all the final class decisions when it comes to what subject’s students can take, so he can ensure that Raven never takes classes that would prepare her for being the Good King (Kingdom Management, Throne Economics, etc…) and then there’s the low possibility that the people of Goodfallow would accept someone who willingly signs up to potentially marry the king of a neighbouring country, abuse their power, and even get arrested or die before having kids as their Ruler. This is one case where the Storybook of Legends doesn’t need to be real for the damage to be done. And Grimm has no reason to not be arrogant about his guesses until Legacy Day where Raven declares she wants to write her own destiny on the in-verse equivalent of international television he’s not going to worry too much.

The tangent into Grimm’s motives and assumptions show that having Goodfallow’s succession system be like this will only add another layer to some of the things going on in the series, and this can even be applied to other characters too. Raven would have grown up in a kingdom where your actions mean more then what you say, so even agreeing to sign the Storybook of Legends and live her own life after would have not been in the cards for her (not to mention it would cheapen Apple’s own story if she asked that of Raven), and Queen White would have also grown up in Goodfallow given the Good King is her father as well, and that could add a really interesting layer to her own character and her obsession with popularity. Especially in the context of the Class of Classics comic which shows that Snow was once a studious student like Apple was but has now seemingly forgone that in favour of focusing on popularity (which is the same in the books as well as Dragon Games). It certainly speaks of there being more to her character then what we’ve gotten.

Now it’s just a matter of figuring out how the Good Fallow Crown works.

It seems a bit much to have someone attempt to wear the crown for the first time on their coronation, and I’m also understanding of the fact that it’s technically headwear and therefore can’t get heavier if the kingdom seems to disagree with an idea or something else – also Goodfallow isn’t a hivemind? So there would need to be some kind of inheritance test. Perhaps for officially declaring a Crown Prince or Princess.

Historically, Crown Princes or Princesses seem to given the title when they are ready for it. With the announcement happening sometime between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, unless their parents were dead, and they were ruling through a Regent. Raven is fifteen when Legacy Day takes place so sixteen seems like a more reasonable time for the ceremony to happen. Though obviously some of the kingdoms would name their children the Crown Prince or Princess earlier (I’m thinking Briar and Hopper might have been given their titles when their Magic Touch developed, given its significance to their stories).

So the sixteen year old heir would try the crown on. It would be impractical for the circle of people who can hold or lift the crown to be small a la Thor’s Hammer, especially when it’s the literal Will of the People. So, magical girl transformation?

Very basic, plain clothes are to be worn with no jewellery – because you might lose it otherwise. If the people agree with the Prince or Princess being a good candidate for the throne then they’ll get decked out in finery when the magic is a match. If not then there’s no change. (Not that that prevents rumours from spreading to the contrary).

“Rumour has it the Evil Queen tried to wear the crown once and it set her on fire.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why her hair is like that now.”

Of course, the changes don’t stop at the Inheritance Ceremony. Just because the Goodfallow Crown doesn’t get infinitely heavier when the Good King does something the people don’t agree with that doesn’t mean that nothing happens. Raven’s dad is described as being bald in the books, and I like to think that the reason for that is the people of Goodfallow not agreeing with him marrying the Evil Queen, while still understanding why he did it. But there would likely be other affects as well. Such as increased stress, anxiety, paranoia, etc. Maybe a lack of motivation in his day to day life? I don’t know, but the Goodfallow Crown does take the phrase “Heavy is the head that wears the crown” to a whole new meaning.

I love the whole thought of this, as evidenced by the fact it takes up almost three whole pages in a Word Document. Definitely one of my favourite pieces of worldbuilding I’ve done for any fandom ever.

#eah #ever after high #raven queen #the good king #queen kingdom #goodfallow #headmaster grimm #milton grimm #worldbuilding

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higherfurther-romanova · 4 years ago

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It’s Okay.

Warnings: So much angst. That’s really all I can say. Uhm... descriptions of death...? I guess hahaha.

Word Count: 965

A/N: Thaaaank you so much for 200 followers! Love you all 3,000. I’ll see about getting some fluff out after this, hahaha. <3 I’ve got a few more ideas in the works, but after that, I will open my requests again. I recognize that this all makes absolutely no sense! But that’s fine… It’s two-thirty in the god damn morning. Lowkey a bit tipsy while finishing this but shhhh. I’m gooooood.

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"See you in a minute," Natasha smirked.

"See you in a minute." You smile back.

The team chuckled at both of you, and in two shakes of a raccoon's tail, you were all headed to your respected places and times.

A minute turned into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. Years into long moments left inevitably ticking away. The sounds of a blood-curdling scream echoing through the air. How could it have been such a huge victory yet such a huge loss? The ghost of her warm smile haunting them. See you in a minute—a lie. We're going to be okay—a lie. I'll follow you anywhere and everywhere you go. If we go down, then we go down together—the only truth. The inevitable truth. As painful as it is, there's no avoiding it. Trapped. Imprisoned in that damn stone. A sacrifice worth billions of lives. A sacrifice the world longed for. The glue. The person who holds the team together, gone. A shoulder the young Sokovian girl could always cry on, gone like smoke. Seemingly still lingering thickly through the air, yet dissipated within seconds. Arms the old archer could always feel at home in, flying through the air faster than any of his arrows have ever flown. A warm smile that the ancient soldier always trusted, yanked from his grip. The soothing voice that was laced with concern for the former prisoner, gone but forever held close to his iron heart. The understanding soul that the former assassin confided in, slipped away from his sight left as a distant memory. The light at the end of a dark tunnel the former pilot always knew would be there, soaked up by the darkness. The movie nights they spent curled into each other’s sides. The nights on the dance floors they would spend doing innocent and not so innocent things to each other. The unpleasant noises coming from their room at ungodly hours (well… pleasant for them.) The warmth and earnestness that they chipped away at each other's armour with. All turned into unendurable memories.

"I just really miss her." The young spider-like boy croaked.

"I just wish there was a way that I could tell her that we won. That we did it." Clint sighed.

A moment of silence broke over them. The silence seems to be swallowing their hearts whole.

"She knows… they both do." Wanda breaks the silence.

The boys look at her, confused by her statement. She can't explain it. She just knows. She feels it.

The archer’s kids were broken. Shattered. The warm arms always there to show that Clint did in fact bring her auntie. “Why don’t you come hug her and find out.” The hand that would always mess up their hair. It’s gone. It’s like it never happens. The “traitor” as she would put it. As they would both put it now growing up without either of them by his side.

“You’ve got this, ребенок паук.” They would always tell the spiderling. The hands always there to wipe the young boy’s tears away after a rough day, swept away at the cost of the soul stone. A soul for a soul. The braveheart that could calm the green mutant down with just a few soft words. The same hands that took countless lives yet still managed to redeem themselves as Avengers. The redemption seemed as if it was all for nothing to some, but it wasn’t; it’s everything. Some of them wish they could wake up with amnesia; some of them want to keep these people safe in their hearts despite the pain. But all of them wish they could wake up and see them standing upon them. See all of their teammates together laughing at one of the famous Stark parties again.

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They all lay awake for hours on end waiting… Just waiting to wake up and for it to all be over. For the pain to stop. As all of this was just some twisted dream.

It’s not. The day/time never comes where someone tells them it’s just a dream. It’s reality.

“Kid.” Tony greets as he enters the room.

“Mr. Stark.” He greets quietly.

“How’re you doing?” He asks.

He shrugs. “I don’t know what to do with them gone.”

“I miss her too. I miss both of them.” He smiles sadly.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m right here. Always.” The words they long to hear from them one more time, either of them. “It’s okay. Let me go.” The last words to fall from her lips before she kicked herself out of the archer’s grip. His heart-wrenching scream following closely after. “Hey, Danvers…” It was soft, barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Kapitan.” The sound of the last breath is all that can be heard. Everyone stood around, watching the death of their teammate happen. They all dropped to their knees, tears streaming down their faces. The former pilot falls against the cold body letting out a small sob. For such a powerful team, they all felt so powerless. Helpless.

“It’s okay.” The last words to fall from both of them. They died at peace. Doing what they both longed to do for their whole lives.

“Every little thing is gonna be alright,” Quill says softly, trying to lighten the mood.

He earns himself a couple of wet laughs that turn into sobs.

He knows they would’ve wanted the team celebrating the victory rather than grieving over them.

They’re together. They’re at peace. It’s enough for them, they did it. They’re not scared. They never were. Not of death, not even of what comes after death. They did it. Together. The team will be okay and someday they all will be together. But until then? It’s just the two of them waiting. Happiness washes over both of them, finally.

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A/N Pt. 2: (...I can’t believe I posted this LOL)

#natasha romanoff x reader #this shit is confusing #you're welcome #natasha romanoff angst #avengers angst #captain marvel angst #clint barton angst #tony stark angst #captain america angst #bucky barnes angst #scarlet witch angst #ANGST #OW

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momentofmemory · 4 years ago

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FICTOBER 2020 - day two

Prompt #2: “That’s the easy part.”

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Characters: Ned Leeds, Peter Parker

Words: 1445

Author’s Note: set semi-immediately post FFH, Ned & Peter have a chat on the nature of friendship, and a bit of star wars meta along the way. Ned POV. for @friendofspidermannedleeds

>> the han dies alone

Spider-Man was Peter Parker.

It was a fact that could mean a lot of things to Ned, but all that really mattered now was that it meant something to the entire world.

He’d watched the stream in mounting horror, his phone already blowing up with group messages and twitter mentions, and he had to bite back a hysterical laugh when he got a string of Snaps from Flash—one of which included an invite to an interview, and the rest of which devolved into increasingly confusing profanity.

Ned let them roll in for another few precious seconds, then muted all notifications except from emergency contacts, stuffed a bunch of supplies into the extra backpack he kept for when Peter lost his, and ran the full two blocks east to Peter’s apartment.

It was, to be perfectly honest, an absurd guess. Peter could’ve gone anywhere, but Peter was also a creature of habit—and home was where Peter went when he wanted to feel safe.

Ned’s guess was rewarded when he pounded on the Parkers’ apartment door and was nearly decked in the face by a red-clad fist.

“Whoa, hey, it’s me!”

Peter’s fist fell away instantly, giving Ned his first real look at his friend.

He looked even worse than he’d feared; his normally high-key energy verging on something closer to manic.

“Ned? What are you doing here? It’s not safe—”

“I came for you, man.” Ned hefted his backpack into the air, sliding deftly past Peter and into the hall. “Fifteen hundred piece lego set, beef jerky, granola, and also that history assignment you left on the floor last night.”

Peter stared at him in utter confusion, then shook his head. “You shouldn’t have come.”

“Maybe, but it’s too late now. Where’s May?”

“She’s with Happy.” Peter followed Ned back into the bedroom. “They’re supposed to call when they know more.”

Good. If someone else was taking care of the world, then all Ned had to take care of was Peter.

______________________

"You should leave.”

“Yep.” Ned didn’t look up from his econ homework—It was at least the fourth time they’d had this conversation, and explaining opportunity cost to Mrs. Roessler seemed far more important. “Not going to.”

“Ned.”

“Peter. You said you were supposed to stay here until May or Happy texts. So that’s what we’re doing.”

Peter fell quiet for a moment, and Ned went on to the comparison sections for absolute advantage vs comparative advantage.

Then:

“It’s safer for me than it is for you.”

“And it’s safer for me when I’m with you.”

Something about that response seemed to rile Peter up specifically, as Ned could hear him shifting around on the bed. “And what about when the next axe crazy supervillain tries to use you as bait?”

“Then that’s the easy part,” Ned said with a shrug. “You rescue me.”

“Ned!” Peter tumbled off the top bunk, hair disheveled and looking absolutely scandalized. “This isn’t—this isn’t something to joke about—”

“I’m not joking.”

Peter frowned harder, and Ned momentarily stopped chewing his gum. He figured he was probably doing something cool like listening to his heartbeat or counting the beads of sweat on his forehead, so he didn’t want any chewing noises or motions to distract him.

Whatever Peter was looking for, he must not have found it. “Ned, just—just because you’re not joking doesn’t mean you’re serious. They could kill you to get at me.”

Ned sighed and put his homework down on the desk, resigning himself to another late assignment. It wasn’t like they were likely to have school tomorrow, anyway.

Discovering Spider-Man was on Midtown’s roll was sure to warrant at least one emergency “teacher work day” for the administration.

Peter was still looking at him, and the open fear on his face scared him more than he’d like to admit. Ned quickly pulled up YouTube on his laptop and started typing, just to give him something to do.

The second hand on the analogue clock ticked ominously.

Still no word from May.

“Look,” Ned said eventually, sliding another piece of gum out of his stash, “Han Solo was trying to leave the Rebellion when Vader captured him and Leia. He was out, and he still got used as bait.”

“That’s different,” Peter said. “Han was working with the Rebellion for months, and he was still there during the Hoth attack.”

Ned smacked his gum. “But Han himself wasn’t with the Rebellion. Or Luke.”

“But the Empire didn’t know that!”

“So what you’re saying is,” Ned said, “their current status didn’t matter because of their pre-existing relationship.”

Peter had nothing to say to that.

Ned returned his attention to the copyright infringement notice he’d written up. He’d managed to claim almost all of the footage from Mysterio’s reveal, and now anyone trying to repost it would be automatically taken down by the algorithm. It wouldn’t hold up in court, but all he needed was for it to ping YouTube’s three strike rule.

Hopefully that would buy them enough time to come up with a more permanent solution.

Ned heard Peter shift behind him, then launch himself back up onto the bunk bed and out of sight.

More seconds.

“...Han got tortured,” Peter said, voice muffled. “And then locked in carbonite for months.”

Ned winced. It was a fair point.

“He got the girl, though. Think MJ’d let me kiss her?”

“Ned.”

“I’m kidding! Also I completely respect her both as your significant other and as an individual person, please don’t tell her I said that I don’t want to die.”

Something cracked loudly behind him, and by the time Ned spun the chair around Peter was looking morosely down at the splintered headboard between his hands.

“If you don’t want to die,” Peter said, and the anguish in his friend’s voice finally lowered Ned’s defenses, “then why won’t you just leave?”

Ned tapped his fingers uselessly against the base of his laptop, then abruptly closed the lid. Despite being Peter’s guy in the chair, this was the kind of thing that could only be handled in person.

“Scoot over,” he said, awkwardly clambering up onto the bed that could barely hold one of them, let alone both. But it had in the past, and he was confident it would again.

Peter shifted to the side of the wall to make room, all but squashing himself into the corner, and it was so spider-like Ned didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. He settled for another sigh, and watched the seconds on the clock on the wall tick by.

It was only a matter of time before some excitable journalist—or worse—showed up at the Parker’s door, but they didn’t have anywhere else much safer until May or Happy called Peter back. He figured since they hadn’t, they were at least okay for now.

He waited until the muscles in Peter’s arms unwound, and Peter had successfully peeled himself off the corner, to speak.

“We’ve been best friends for ages,” he said, slowly. Unable to hide his own fear from coloring his voice. “If I were going to avoid getting used to hurt you or whatever, I probably needed to stop being your friend like, before high school years ago.”

Peter flinches. “You don’t have to be part of this, we can make it look like a huge fight, or like you didn’t know—”

“Peter,” Ned pressed, “how would me knowing or not knowing make me any less of a target? If I told you to hate me, could you do it?”

“No!”

The words shot out of Peter’s mouth faster than he could fire his webshooters, but he only understood their significance once they were in the air. Peter stared down at his wrists, as if he could see them written there.

“…I just don’t want to lose anyone else,” he said.

“Trust me when I say I don’t want to be lost.” Ned shuddered, then shrugged. “The way I see it, yeah, Han dies eventually. But he also doesn’t die until the trio breaks up, right? Luke’s halfway across the galaxy and Leia’s not much better. So Han dies when he’s alone. Maybe because he’s alone.”

The corner of Peter’s lip quirked up; the closest thing to a smile Ned had gotten so far. “Weren’t Rey and Finn—”

“Literally let me have this for once I feel like I’m making a really good point.”

Peter snorted, and that definitely counted as a win. Ned knocked his shoulder against Peter’s.

“What d’you say. No going Solo?”

Peter bit his lip, still wrestling with the guilt. Then he nodded.

“No going solo.”

#fictober20 #ned leeds #peter parker #fanfiction #spiderman #memsfic

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bloodpacks-archive · 5 years ago

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saved

word count: 3k yay

summary: 5 times Peter saved her, and the one time she saved him.

warnings: mmm general angst?? but it ends very happy i promise you. Also the reader gets attacked at the beginning but nothing happens she’s just shaken up. also talks of grief. but it all ends happy i promise!!

note: aaah two very nice anons gave me the idea to do the five things vs one thing trope and i did it!! you guys are great and I hope you both enjoy this fic!! :)) also i’m posting this at midnight bc fuck posting at a normal time you guys will probably see it eventually who knows

Peter was good at saving people. It was his job, he had to be good at it. What he wasn’t good at, was saving the people he loved. He could do it, and he could get the job done and get them out of danger but every two seconds his mind would go back to what might have happened. How terrifying it would have been if he couldn’t save them. It was something that he couldn’t avoid.

Peter’s out at night, patrolling through Queens as he quietly swings through the city. He loves this part, always has. It’s peaceful. He has time to think, to reflect, and it’s easily one of the best pieces of his day. He’s found that lately, his mind drifts to her.

She happens to be the best part of his day. No competition. Today, she’d laughed when he told a joke and he swears he felt his heart stop. And so, Peter lets his mind drift. It drifts to the way her laugh floats through the room, the way her smile grows so elegantly, the way her voice sounds like honey, it all drifts through his head.

But honestly, Peter’s terrified. He swears she painted every single star in the sky, swears she brightness of her smile comes from the sun itself, but he knows that he’s just Peter. That to her, he’s the physics partner, or the friend.

It hurts to think about.

It’s then when Peter hears a scream, and he’s pulled out of his thoughts. Peter’s quick to swing around the corner, flying past building after building. When he’s finally close enough, he sees two men grabbing a girl, and Peter’s quick to fall to the ground. He lands with a soft thud, and the two men turn to look at him.

“Holy shit.” He hears the girl say, and Peter has to stop himself from letting soft laughter pass his lips.

“C’mon, you were gonna start the party without me?” Peter says. The taller of the two men lunges towards Peter, and he’s quick to dodge out of the way. With a swift movement, Peter webs his arm to the lamp post. Peter then turns to the other man, and webs him to the wall of the nearby building.

It’s then when Peter finally turns to the girl and-

And his eyes widen.

“Oh my god, Spider-Man, thank you I- I didn’t know what I was gonna do and-“

“Hey, whoa, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Peter takes a step closer to her. Her voice still sounds like honey, even though it’s shaking, and her eyes have that sparkle to them, and he wants to help her in any way he can. Peter’s hand rests on her arm, and he can feel her shaking. His heart drops.

“God, thank you, I don’t-“ She pauses, “I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Do you- do you want me to help you home?” He asks.

And it’s timid, like she isn’t sure if her next move is the right move, and like she isn’t really sure of herself anymore, but she nods.

So she tells him where, and he holds her as close as he can, and he’s positive she can hear how fast his heart is beating, how nervous she makes him, but they swing her back home.

It’s just a few blocks, but it’s quiet, and it makes Peter worry more than anything. So when they get to her balcony, Peter helps her down softly, and then he sits on the ledge for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He asks. She nods, but doesn’t make eye contact with him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Listen if you’re scared, and you want me to stay for a while, that’s okay. We can talk for a bit, get your mind off everything.”

It’s then when she finally looks back up at him. Her eyes are red, and he can tell that she’s trying to hold back tears, but she nods again.

“That’d be nice, actually. Thank you.”

And her voice is scratchy, barely there and almost just a hum of noise between them, but it’s enough. So Peter stays for a while, and they talk about anything and everything. They talk about her favorite ice cream, and they talk about the new coffee shop that opened a street down, and they talk about her.

And at the end of it, she seems better. And when Peter says goodbye, telling her to get some rest, his heart almost begs him to stay.

—————

There’s a physics test coming up. To say the least, Peter had noticed she was struggling. It wasn’t like physics was easy, but he knew he could help because for once he understood all of it and honestly he wasn’t really thinking when he said it but he invited her to study with him.

So now he’s with her at the new coffee shop a street down from her apartment—which is surprisingly good—and she’s sitting across from him, sipping on her drink while she looks over his work.

“So, wait a minute, where did you get this number from?” She asks, and so Peter answers, moving his pencil over the page while he explains it, and he sees something click, and all the sudden she’s doing a problem on her own and she just gets it.

He thinks it’s one of the best things he’s ever seen, because her eyes light up when she finally figures something out, he’s learned, and it’s one of the prettiest looks she has. But if Peter’s being honest, she has a lot of pretty looks. It’s hard to narrow down which one is the best.

And when she gets stuck, she furrows her brows, flicking her pencil between her fingers, and he finds he really likes that tick. Because it’s her. And the more he learns about her, the more he finds to like.

The next day, when she finds out that she passed the physics test with flying colors, she hugs him.

“God, you saved me,” She says, and she’s got that smile, the one that lights up the whole room.

It makes his heart flutter.

—————

They’re studying together again, but this time, they’re sitting on his bed, both of them leaning against his wall while they prop their notebooks up on their laps.

“You know what I hate about physics?” She says suddenly, leaning her head back against the wall and looking over at him.

“What?” Peter glances up from his work, but then quickly returns to finish the problem.

“Friction,” She finishes flatly. Peter looks up at her, eyebrows raised. “It’s a stupid concept! And it makes things harder.”

“But you’re getting better at it,” Peter replies.

She rolls her eyes, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, and Peter holds his breath for just a moment.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hate it.”

And so Peter laughs, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“Can we take a break?” She asks, and when Peter looks down, she’s mock-pouting, and it makes him laugh, so he agrees, and soon enough she’s pushed both of their notebooks to the side so she can lay her legs across his lap.

He thinks he might die.

“What do you think of Spider-Man?” She asks after a beat of silence. Peter almost has to stop himself from coughing, so he takes a breath, a moment to think of what to say.

“I think he’s cool.”

“Yeah? Didn’t you say you used to work with him or something like that?”

“Yeah, yeah something like that.” Peter hopes she doesn’t notice the blush creeping up his neck.

“Man, that’s so cool. It must’ve been nice to know him like that.”

“I didn’t really know him too well. I mean, you probably know him better from the one time he saved you if I’m being honest.”

She shoots up from laying down, eyeing Peter.

“I never told anyone about that,” She says slowly, and Peter feels a pit in his stomach, feels his face heat up.

“I must’ve heard it from somewhere then,” He says.

“No, I never told anyone about that, how would you-“

And just like that, she gets it, her eyes do that thing where they light up, and she looks so pretty but all Peter can think is not right now-

“Holy shit,” She whispers. “Holy shit, you’re Spider-Man?”

“What? No, no that’s-“

But Peter’s face gives it away, and he really curses himself because this was not how he wanted her to find out, much less have her find out at all and-

And then she’s hugging him. Her arms are wrapped around him tightly, her nose in the crook of his neck, and all Peter can do is hug her back, because God, he knows they both need it.

“You saved me,” She whispers. It’s muffled, but Peter hears it all the same, and it makes him just hold her tighter. “Thank you.”

—————

Peter’s swinging through her neighborhood when he hears screaming. And he isn’t sure what is, but something about it just makes him know that it’s her. And It terrifies him. So he’s swinging as fast as he can towards the sound, trying to find her, or whoever it was, and praying that she’s okay.

He sees her dangling off the edge of her balcony, and without really thinking how or why, Peter’s grabbing her and pulling her up, and then he’s holding and she’s-

She’s laughing.

She’s walking back into her room, and she’s laughing, and Peter doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Thank God you’re here, Peter. You weren’t answering my texts and I really need help on this and-“

“What?”

She turns back, and she’s got a confused look on her face, and as mad as he is, she still looks pretty as ever.

“Oh, well you weren’t answering my texts so I figured that I’d get your attention-“

“By pretending you were in danger?”

Her face falls, and suddenly Peter needs out, so he pulls off his mask, taking a deep breath, and just looks up at her.

“Peter, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-“

“God, I thought you were in danger!”

“Peter, I didn’t-“

“It doesn’t matter!” Peter’s hands are in his hair, and he can feel tears pricking at his eyes, but none of it matters because now he can’t stop thinking about how she tricked him and he feels overdramatic but he was so goddamn terrified. “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t think it was a big deal, okay? I thought you were in danger and I thought you were scared and I thought you could have died, but it was all just a joke to you-“

“That’s not what I thought-“

And it isn’t even Peter that cuts her off, it’s when she looks back up at him, and she sees him. And then her eyebrows knit together, and she’s coming closer to him, because Peter can feel the tears falling down his face, and he feels guilty that he’s reacting like this, but he was just so scared.

“God, Peter, I’m sorry,” She whispers. She moves so her hands are on his cheeks, and she’s wiping away the tears, and Peter’s trying not to lean into her touch, but it’s tempting.

“It’s okay,” Peter whispers.

“No, it’s not. I was taking advantage of you, and that was wrong,” She says. “I won’t do it again, I promise you.”

Peter closes his eyes, and leans forward so that his forehead is leaning against hers. Her hands are at the nape of his neck, lightly playing with his hair while they stay there.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers again. And in reply, Peter just wraps his arms around her waist, and pulls her in as close as he can. His nose is in the crook of her neck, and she’s still running her hands through his hair as they stand there.

And she’s safe.

—————

When Peter shows up on her balcony, it’s unexpected. But there’s light scattered across Queens, and the sunset is dripping orange and red hues across the city, and he thought that no night would be better than tonight, so he knocks on the door to her room, and her face lights up when she sees him.

They aren’t official. There are rumors, and what Peter wishes for, and there’ve been a few times when things seemed like they were a little bit more than friends, but he just isn’t sure. And if he’s honest, he just doesn’t want to overstep. If they make the decision, Peter wants to make the decision together.

So Peter’s on her balcony at 7:30 on a Friday night, and his heart is pounding through his chest.

“What’re you doing here?” She asks as she steps onto her balcony, her cardigan wrapped tightly around her.

“Saving you from a boring night,” Peter says, and he hopes it sounds as smooth as he’d practiced it to be.

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face, and she holds her hand out to him.

“Where to?”

And so he grabs her hand, and he’s swinging her to the roof of a building that he thought had the best view of Central Park and the sunset.

“Wow,” She says, “You’re really getting fancy here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Peter replies. “So,” He stops for a moment, “I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

“And what would that be?” She’s moving to sit on the edge of the building, her legs dangling off the edge, and Peter joins her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

“I just-“ He takes a breath. “I really like you, like a lot, and I really want to be more than friends and I feel like we’re there-“

“Oh we’re definitely more than friends, Peter,” She says. And it catches Peter off-guard, because it was so matter-of-fact and maybe he’s a dumbass but he wasn’t sure if he was reading everything correctly and-

“Peter, stop overthinking.” She turns to him, and brings her hands up to his face. “I feel the same way, I just thought you were taking it slow, honestly.”

Peter laughs.

“God, all those nerves for nothing,” He says, almost to himself.

“You were nervous?”

“Of course I was, I really like you,” He starts, “And I honestly have no clue what I’m doing and I just wanted things to be perfect and-“

“Peter,” She says, and her smile is on her face, and he decides then that her smile is prettier than all the sunsets he’s ever seen. Her hands fall so they lay lazily over his shoulders, fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. “This is perfect.”

And then she’s leaning in, and she’s kissing him, and it’s like Peter can feel his world stop. And he decides that she’s right. This is as perfect as it could be.

—————

There are some days when Peter really misses Tony. Today, he tries not to let it get in the way. He’s with her, and they’re at her house trying to pay attention to Star Wars Episode IV, but he really can’t. Because all he’s thinking about is how much he misses nights when he would make Tony watch Star Wars with him while they worked on upgrades to his suit.

And it really sucks.

Because Peter doesn’t want to cry right now, but every part of his body feels run down and awful and he just can’t get through today. And it’s inevitable, but she notices.

She glances over at him for just a few seconds, but it’s enough, because she sits up from her position laying against him and pauses the movie.

“Hey,” She whispers, and she leans in so that she can place her hand over his, “What’s wrong?”

“Just been a rough day,” Peter replies, but his voice is shaky and rough, and he knows he isn’t convincing, but god he wishes he was.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asks, and then she pulls Peter in so that he can lay on her, and soon enough that changes so that he’s laying with his head in her lap.

“I just really miss Tony,” Peter says, finally. Her hand is holding his, her thumb rubbing soft patterns onto the back of his palm, and he’s just really thankful for it all.

“I thought I’d be fine by now, you know? It’s been months, I thought I would stop feeling like shit some days, but they just keep coming and I don’t know what to do.”

“He was important to you, Peter. That doesn’t just disappear.”

“I just wish I could go back and, I don’t know, sacrifice myself instead of him or something? I don’t know.”

Peter feels tears scratching at the back of his throat, and he hates that. He hates that this feels like it’s never going to end. He just wants to go back to before all of this.

“You know Tony wouldn’t have wanted that,” She whispers. “Tony would be so proud of who you are, of all that you’ve accomplished. And your grief, that’s always gonna be there, but it’ll get better. It won’t be most days, it won’t even be most months eventually. But Tony was important to you, so it’ll never be gone. You’ll still miss him, but it will get better.”

“I just want it to get better now,” Peter says. And it’s pathetic, because for some reason that’s the line that makes the tears slip out, but it’s true. He would do anything to feel better right now.

“I know,” She says, and she brings their hands up so she can press her lips to the back of Peter’s palm. “But you know what? I’ll be there with you every step of the way. I promise you that.”

And somehow, that one promise, that promise that she’ll be there, made his chest feel a little lighter. And Peter’s thankful, because she saved an awful day, and gave it a little bit of her light.

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that-gt-and-vore-stuffs · 4 years ago

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It May Be Over, but the Trauma Sticks Around

Told ya I’d fuckin do it. Over 4k words. Boy howdy here we go.

Vore under the cut

His head hurt, his legs ached, and his wrists felt as if they flared up in flames with each small movement he made. His throat was as dry as a desert, as was his mouth, and despite being full he felt sick. The pounding on the inside of his skull grew with each second like ticking clockwork, his eyes heavy. What....what the hell happened? One minute he’s eating dinner and the next he’s- was he tied up?!- shoulder to shoulder with other warm bodies next to him in a cold, dark room that seems the size of a grand ballroom and looks as if it’s been abandoned for centuries.

“O-Oscar?” He hears a raspy voice call out from behind him. One he pins as belonging to his own brother. His brother who sounds genuinely terrified. Nothing like him at all. It’s scary. He opens his mouth to speak-

“Morris?” Another voice cuts through as his mouth hangs open. Another one he recognizes. Two others, three total. Were they the ones at his sides? No. No. They seemed further away. So who was-

“Wiesel?” Comes a voice from his side. One he knows despite never hearing it this close. Theee others, four total. So it was him, his brother, their uncle, and-

“Pulitzer?” Another voice. One that shakes him. On that he’s feared, though never showing it. On that belongs to a man who was supposed to be in prision. So how the fuck was he here?! Four others. Five total. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks up.

“Snyder?”

There’s a brief awkward silence before the voice to his left, Pulitzer, rings through their ears.

“Wonderful! We know each other’s names. Now is someone going to explain why in god’s name we are tied up in some abandoned room none of us have ever seen that looks as if it’s been rotting for years?”

Silence. Deafening silence falls over the room as they wait for a response. Nothing. Not one word is uttered under the weight of the air that seemed to choke them. Not a syllable is heard in the large room cast in shadow with so little light that leaves it hard to seen even when their eyes adjust. Nothing.

Cold. That’s what it was. Cold as inverted hell would be. Damp too. The boards above him seemed soaked to the last fiber while the stones were speckled with moss. Cold, Damp, and Dark. Almost no light shown in the room he had spent what could very well have been some of the worst nights of his life in. Chained up when he wasn’t crammed in the room upstairs, three to a bunk that might as well have just been a wooden plank. Heh...nah. Even that would’ve been softer.

But now the tables have turned. Oh yes. Now he was the one in control. He was the ring leader for a one man circus. He swore that day that what they all did to him and the others would come back around to bite them. That time was now. It was now and he had full command.

Shrinking them had been easy. All it took was a few drops in their drink. A few small drops of a colorless, odorless, tasteless syrup to knock them out. A few small drops to render them helpless. At his mercy or lack-there-of.

He had dreamed of this day since seemingly forever. The first night here. The first real day at work. The day the price went up. It started at different times for different people but the dream to finally teach them how he felt all that time never wavered. Show them how small he felt. How it was to fear for your life.

Now he had his chance.

He hid behind the closed door, waiting for any sign of movement. Of them being awake. His eyes adjusted to the dim lighting around an hour or so ago, meaning spotting the five squirming tinies should be a breeze. Taking a deep breath, he waited. He waited and waited and waited.

Then the little voices came. One right after another. Each guessing who the last familiar voice belonged to. It was so funny. They all seemed scared. Some more obvious then others, yes, but scared. They were legitimately frightened. Frightened of something he did. Ha! About time! And if they were scared now....boy oh boy was this about to get a lot more interesting.

Light flooded the room as he pushed open the door, staying out of view of the five tinies. He was going to mess with their heads a bit before he did anything else. It was all he could think of at the moment anyway. How else could he mess with them while not doing anything all that bad? Eh, he’d think of something later.

For a moment, they felt blind. As a dim but blinding light filled the room they noticed a few things. For instance, how giant the stones that made up the ground seemed, or how huge that door was, or the....the seemingly giant chair in the hall- what in the word?

“Who are you? Why have you brought us here? Show yourself!” Wiesel yells into the open doorway. Something felt wrong. Something felt off now. Something didn’t feel.....normal.

Smirking, he walks out into the doorway. To them he might just look like a silhouette. A giant shadowy figure standing in the doorway. To him? Seeing his shadow cast over their small, shaking bodies was perfect in every way shape or form. ”Well hello there, fellas. Miss me?”

Their blood ran cold, hearts dropping to their shoes as a seemingly giant figure walks into view. At first it’s just a shadowy outline, no features present, but as time drags on more features fall into place. Messy hear, dirty shirt and vest, and a crooked smile that sat slightly offset on his face. Jack motherfucking Kelly. Of all damn people. All people, and it had to be Jack.

“What in the hell did you do, Kelly?!” Snyder snaps, trying to move and lunge at the boy only to remember he was bound. Oh fuck.

“And I don’t even get a hello back. Why ain’t I surprised, spider?” Jack huffs with a sigh as he paces forward. His footsteps echo in the room, each one louder and louder as he stalks closer to the circle of tinies on the ground. “See, I didn’t even have t’do that much. Just slipped a little bit of something a friend mixed up for me in yer drinks, waited, and then BAM!” He punctuates his word with a stomp directly in front of the tiny who had asked. A stomp that shakes them to their cores. “Yer all out cold and can fit one at a time in my hand~”

A shiver runs up Oscar’s spine as he recovers from the sheer force and volume of the stomp. So the room wasn’t big but rather...they were really small. Shit. That spelt out trouble. No....that could very well spell out death for them if they aren’t careful. Dear god...

“Jack, why in the world are you doing this? The strike is over, we had a deal, and all your little friends are safe,” Pulitzer starts, looking up at the boy with the calmest expression he could manage. In a time like this? That was rough. “What reason could you have for shrinking and tying us up?”

Jack looked to him. For a second his expression ran blank. Nothing. No smile, no emotion, just a stare. Then it slowly morphed back to his usual face as a sharp high laugh rang though the air. “Oh Joe, yer hilarious. See, yes th’ strike an’ all that is done, but th’ tramua ain’t. Oh no. That’s gonna fuck wit’ my brain for a good while. An see, it only seemed fair that I repay the favor.”

Morris opens his mouth to speak, unsure exactly of what Jack means only to be met with a hand slamming down what feels only inches from him. Inches more likely something like centimeters seeing as he was only a few inches in height to begin with. He yelps, whimpering a little when Jack sits down in front of them. That....that was terrifying. He loomed over them like the giant he was with that sick smile, showing off teeth that might as well have been daggers and eyes hiding undertones of something sinister.

“Hush, Morris. I wasn’t done,” Jack growls, shifting to sit in front of the group. “You see, thought most of my life so far you five have put me through real tramua. Betrayal, hate, physical beatings, etc etc. Now I’m near not as horrible as the likes o’ some of ya so I’m gonna be nice. Just a nice, calm chat. Sound good?”

“Why in the world should we listen to someone like you, Kelly?!” Snyder shouts, trying to fight his bindings again. They can get out of this, right? Get out and get help? They could do that.

“Because I can squish you like the bug you are, spider. Is I gonna have ta keep remindin’ ya?” Jack spits back, looking over the group. Heh. A group of people who have caused he and his friends so much harm. About time it caught up with them. About time indeed. “Isn’t this funny? You all have hurt me and my friends in some way. Ya made us feel so small, sometimes even fearin’ fer our lives, and now look at ya. Five inches tall and at the mercy of the boy who managed to help run a strike that took you all down. Pretty funny, yeah?”

There’s nothing from the tinies. They just stare. Stare at the Newsie like he’s insane. Like he’s some psychopath about to brutally murder them. He most likely wouldn’t, but it sure felt like it was guaranteed. It felt like their lives would end here and now. Sweet Jesus...

“Nothin?” The seemingly giant teen asks, an unamused expression painting his face as he adjusts his hat. “Geez, I thought you all would have had more t’say if I-“

A low rumbling growl rings though the air, cutting him off flawlessly. One of his hands comes up to lay over his grumbling stomach, cheeks dusting red.

“Ah, Sorry. Missed....dinn....er.....” He finds his speech trailing off as his eyes locked on the group. They all looked pretty....good. Almost delicious. Five little treats that could fill him up with ease. Didn’t Davey and Spot say that that syrup made them immune to acids and such? Maybe...oh this was too good. “Mm, second thought, I was just getting supper~”

A shiver over took the bothers’ spines, relaying to the others around them. Oh god. What was that look for? Why was he looking at them like they were- oh dear lord no. Immediately they begin to squirm against their bindings, fighting the best the can. No. No. They couldn’t be-

Jack watches as the two begin to squirm. “Mm....figure something out, did you two?” He teases, tone slightly evil as he picks them up by the backs of thir clothing. His stomach growls hungerly as he looks them over. They looked more and more delicious with ever second~ Oh yes. This would be so much better then leaving them in the cellar for the night.

“What in the hell are you talking about, Kelly?” Wiesel asks as he watches his nephews be lifted by the collars of their shirts. What was the pest of a kid doing?!

“Hmm....clearly the smarts don’t run in the family,” Jack grumbles as he looks over the two. Who shall go first? Oscar looked frozen. Morris was physically shaking....Morris it was. “Here, lemme show ya.”

With a grin and a flick of his wrist he sends Morris flying into his open maw.

The others on the floor and Oscar in his hand sat frozen in pure terror as Jack’s teeth snapped shut, sealing Morris in behind that sickening grin. Dear god, what was the kid doing?!

A scream tore from Morris’s throat as he was sent into the air. Following it came multiple pleas and begs for the boy to stop and spit him out. He was pushed around, flipped, and licked over constantly by the disgustingly wet and warm muscle that was Jack’s tongue as hot waves of his breath washed over him from below. Just when the thought it couldn’t get worse, he felt his world start to move and Gravity begin to pull him the opposite way that he wanted to go. Scrambling for anything to grab onto, he cried out as his legs, then torso, and finally his head were sucked into the dark, hot, fleshy tunnel with only a few quick gulps.

Jack made sure to make quiet the show of him swallowing the writhing body of the small Morris. With a final, slick swallow he sent the squirming bulge down past his throat and collarbone, past his heart and lungs, and into his stomach to be met with a gurgle. Licking his lips, he grinned. “Heh. Not all that bad. I wonder....” he trailed off again, gaze slowly shifting to Oscar as his grin turned sinister. “...if his brother is the same?”

One unceremonious flick later and into his mouth went the second brother. He pushed and prodded at the squirming body with his tongue as the others watched in mixes of horror and disgust. Jack had just swallowed a-

Gulp.

-make that two whole human beings, whole and alive mind you, and didn’t even seem phased! Hell, he seemed to enjoy it! That was- god that was sick. And now the two young boys with futures were going to melt away as nothing more then a meal in his stomach. Downright psychotic.

“Y-You....you monster....” Wiesel found himself stuttering as he watched the squirming bulge that was his other nephew disappear behind Jack’s chest. He could feel his body shake as he stared up, knowing exactly why the pleased gurgle from Jack’s stomach sounded. God, those poor kids-

“Me? A monster?” Jack asks with a little eyebrow raise. He couldn’t lie, he was already starting to feel rather full. However, he wasn’t going to let a meal like this go to waste. No sir. A sharp, high, bark of a laugh rings from his throat as he picks up the shaking adult. “Oh no. I’m simply a hungry kid who ain’t gonna pass up on a good meal~”

Flick. Splat.

The moment Oscar and Morris had landed in Jack’s stomach they began to fight back. Squirming every which way, trying to find a way out of the cramped, hot, wet, churning organ before it was too late. Their current thought process had led to the idea to try and make Jack sick. That lead to the squirming. Having something moving in your stomach can’t feel all that good, right?

With a small final gulp down Wiesel went. His stomach pressed against his vest in a comfortable fashion, making him constantly aware of how plesently full he was. Already this had to be the most filled his stomach has ever been, but he knew he was going to push those limits. He was ready for it. He wasn’t going to stop until all five were down and tucked away either.

Licking his lips and patting his squished belly he looks down to the two still tied up. “Mm....well, that was certainly one hell of a first course. So filling too. I wonder if I’ll even be able to fit you both?” He rambles, a hand rubbing circles against his squirming meal. “I guess there’s really one way to find out~”

Despite how they tried to squirm out of the way, Jack was faster. He pinched the backs of both their shirts, hoisting them into the air as he laid back on the cold stone floor. His tongue snaked over his lips as he looked at the squirming tinies about two feet above his face. So funny.

Unable to move their arms, the two in his hands kicked as hard as they could. No. Nonono. They could NOT go down like this! Not by the hands, or in this case stomach, of some teen boy who defied both of them. “Kelly, Don’t you DARE!!”

“Oh? And who’s stopping me, spider. I know fer sure it ain’t you or Joe. Highly doubt it’s the Delanceys or Weasel either. Hell, just for that I think you’ll go down first. Let’s see if you can actually stop me~” With the shit eating grin he’d learned to wear so well, Jack opens his mouth wide under the writhing tiny and with a simple movement of a single finger allows him to drop down....down.....down.......

Gulp!

He can’t help but swallow in suprise when the small body goes a bit further in then he intended. Forcing the rest of his prey’s squirming body down with a more violent swallow, he sighs. “Well now that went quick,” he mumbles, gaze trailing to the final tiny.

“Well look at where we is now, Joe...you shrunk, danglin’ over my maw. Bet’cha didn’t expect this one when we talked durin’ th’ strike,” Jack teases, fake dropping Pulitzer for a moment before hoisting him right back up.

Joseph couldn’t help but yelp as he was moved down like he was dropped only to be yanked right back up. Jesus! What was this kid on?! “Mr. Kelly. Consider this! Everything’s settled and-“

“Save ya breath, Joe. You ain’t gettin’ out of this,” Jack groans with a small eye roll. He thought that was obvious. “Here, hold still.” Lowering the tiny, he pinched the bindings of thread that held his wrists between his fangs of k-9’s and pulled. The satisfying little snap along with the yelp he heard from the man in his hand was enough to make him chuckle. “There. Now ya can help th’ others get their’s off. Squirm more too~”

Raising his arm again Jack opened his mouth. His tongue hung out over his lip as they twitched into some unhinged, open mouthed grin. Joseph didn’t even have long to look at it before he was plummeting down into the carvern, past Jack’s teeth and tongue, the uvula hitting his face for a brief second. All of it then disappeard to be replaced with the hot, wet, tight confines of the teen’s throat with only two violent, strong swallows from the boy that now surrounded him.

As Jack’s fingers trailed down with the bulge in his throat the teen sighs. That....oh boy was that something. Hearing a finally content gurgle from his belly he smiles. That’s when something rises in his chest. Hitting a fist to his chest he lets out a small belch, followed quickly by a hiccup. “Mmmm....now that’s what I call a -hic!- meal~”

The leader of Manhattan shifts on his back, favoring to move to his side as he unbuttons his vest. With the pressure gone the roundness is more apparent, including any struggle that was hard enough to make a little mini bulge appear for a moment. Humming, tone more then a bit pleased, he gently kneads at his descended middle. “W-Wow. Ya...whew....ya really -hic!- filled me up. I thinks...h-Heh....this has gotta be the most -hic!- full I’ve been in ages. Scratch that. This’s the -his!- fullest I’s has ever been,” He breathed out.

The five in his stomach continue to fight. They yell pleas or insults that get lost under the layers of flesh and fabric. The lack of the buttoned vest makes it a little more breathable, but not much. It’s still cramped, it’s still hot as hell, and it’s still wet. The room gurgles around them, churning as they fight. This...this can’t be the end, right? If can’t just end like that.

Right?

For a minute Jack is able to forget where he is. It was like he wasn’t in a cellar where he was once held in the god forsaken Refuge that managed to truely scare him. Like he wasn’t on cold stone floors in a room that goes pitch black when the door shuts. Like he was in his bed at the lodge instead, or curled up with Davey. Not here. A light draft snaps him out of it. Out of his mini fantasy. Right. Can’t stay here. The bulls’ll be back tomorrow to keep investigating and he can’t leave them to find him here.

Groaning, he forces himself to a sitting position with arms that have never felt so weak. The struggling felt so good, but he had to ignore it. He had to get somewhere safer. Shoving himself to his feet, supported by legs made of jello and a cold stone wall, he huffs. “J-Jesus. You’s.....you all’s is heavy. Whew. This is -hic!- gonna be a c-challenge...” he mumble to the group in his stomach as he readies himself for the trip ahead.

An arm wraps around the underside of his decended stomach, the other either on his hip of against a wall for balance as he stumbles out the door. Off goes the light as he works his way up the stairs and out the door. Undetected. Perfect. Feeling his stomach grumble and gurgle around his more then filling meal, he breaths a small laugh. The hiccups continue as he sluggishly makes his way through the streets of the sleeping New York. God, this was a pain.

Things only got worse when he got to the ladder.

The world shifts and sways for the five in his stomach as the boy stumbles through town. They continue to fight, any sound from the organ around them striking the cold blade of fear through their hearts. No digestion yet but they weren’t about to take a chance. Suddenly, everything pitched backwards and they were send squishing against each other and what they had to guess to be the boy’s spine. Still they fought. They fought and they yelled.

If they thought they were making him sick then they were so horribly mistaken. Each squirm, kick, or punch pulled him closer to the land of sleep. His eyelids hung close to shut as he stumbled his way onto and across the roof of the lodging house. There was Crutchie, fast asleep in his usual place in his “penthouse.” It was good to know some things never changed.

Working his way down to a laying down position was difficult to say the least. They didn’t cooperate and it was taking a lot to get used to the new weight in his gut. Was....was this what it was like to be pregnant? Ok, that’s a whole new level of respect for women from him. He couldn’t even imagine another day with weight like this, much less 9 months! Yanking a blanket over himself, he snuggles down.

“Mmm....I think I’m gonna -hic!- take a lil’ nap....bette’a get comfy, ya five. Might -hic!- be a while before I’s is awake and you sees the light o’ day....” he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into his pillow in a way he knew made his head sit just right.

The kicking and fighting picks up and hard. They fight the walls and body of the boy holding them captive with all they have while yelling for him to let them out. Some are more furious then others. Some more frightened. It was so....this place could easily be deadly to things and people in their situation, and that? That they feared would become a reality all too soon.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to be pulled off into the land of sleep while snores start to ring from his unconscious body. This situation, this night....it couldn’t have gone better. He got his revenge, was full beyond compare, and was getting the best sleep of his life before he’d have to go out and sell. As he slept the rest of the night away he smiled. Nothing seemed to be able to ruin this.

“....a.....ck...?”

Nothing could go wrong.

“.Ja.....k....”

Nothing could turn this on his head.

“....ack...!”

At least that’s what he thought. He had fallen asleep with that mindset, forgetting a rather important question...

“JACK! Wake up! What in th’ hell happend t’ya??”

How in the hell was he going to explain this to the others?

#safe vore #g/t newsies #this got out of hand #real fast....#whoops #enjoy this monster of a fic #>:3 #fearplay

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crimefightingspiderguy · 5 years ago

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kiss me

Part IV to the series, i want you to want me.

Summary: An accidental kiss can lead to some confusing times.

Warnings: I guess spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming? But if you haven’t seen that yet, get to it, hop along.

Pairings: Peter Parker x best friend!reader

Word count: 1,580

A/N: I hope you enjoy the finale to this mini series!

Peter and you parted ways as he made his way to go do his Spider-Man patrol, and you headed home. It wasn’t until you’d gotten home that you realized that you never brought your chemistry textbook back from Peter’s when you studied at his house last week. The two of you usually shared his copy in class, since he kept it in his locker, and your copy at home, making it easier than having to lug unnecessary weight back and forth. You let your dad know you’d be heading to Peter’s so you could get your book back, and you were on your way. You were sure Peter wasn’t back yet, but it was getting close to dinner, so it should be soon. Regardless, aunt May would let you in no question. When you got there, you could smell something burning, and you knew that aunt May was attempting a new recipe. You knocked on the door, and waited, she quickly opened it and greeted you on the other side.

“(Y/N)! To what do I owe the pleasure? It can’t be Peter, he’s out at his Stark internship.”

“May, I smelt your cooking all the way back at my place, and I came as quick as I could to make sure I was the first to get to taste the delicacy.” She rolled her eyes at you, and motioned for you to come in.

“I’m trying a new recipe, but clearly it’s not working out because it smells awful. But maybe, that’s what it’s supposed to smell like!”

“I’m sure that’s the problem!” You agreed enthusiastically, then quickly turned to hide your wide eyes and face of disgust at the smell. “I’m just here to grab my book real quick, I left it here last week and need it for the homework.” You began heading towards Peter’s room.

“Sounds good, but don’t be spooked if Peter randomly comes through the window, he’s been coming up the fire escape after his internship because he’s embarrassed about the uniform Stark is making him wear.” She chuckled.

“I bet it’s a real show stopper” You smirked.

You began searching in Peter’s desk for your textbook. You had your back turned to the window, so you hadn’t even noticed when Peter opened the window. He was crawling on the ceiling, and slowly shut the door. This caught your attention, and you looked around. He jumped down behind you, landing on his desk.

“Boo”. He whispered in your ear.

“Jesus Christ Peter!” You turn around and smack his arm.

“I see you’re still easily spooked.” He smirked as he climbed off the desk.

“It’s been a day since you scared me last, of course I’m still jumpy!” You laughed. “Anyway, before I have a heart attack, do you know where my Chemistry textbook is?”

“Oh yeah, I was reading it and fell asleep so it’s under my bed. I’m gonna change really quick, before May catches me.” You nod and make your way over to the bed, get on the floor and grab your book from below. Just then, the smoke alarm went off and you heard aunt May curse as she pulled a chair over to it to turn it off. You jumped up, chuckling at her, and you looked over at Peter to crack a joke with him about how one day his aunt would inevitably burn the place down. You stopped when you noticed he was entirely naked besides his boxers.

“Shit Pete, when’d you get buff?” You asked. You’d seen him like this before when you’d gone to a community pool with him, but not recently, and you were genuinely surprised. He blushed at your comment and shrugged,

“I guess when I became Spider-Man.” You nodded, about to respond when you heard aunt May heading towards the room laughing. Peter was basically naked, a crumpled Spider-Man suit on the floor. You didn’t know what came over you, but you reacted so quickly. You grabbed his arm and threw him on the bed. You quickly jumped on his lap, straddling him, and kissed him. Aunt May opened the door chuckling about her mistake still,

“Well dinner’s burnt… Oh my.” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw you and Peter. You quickly scrambled off his lap and to the opposite side of the bed, both of you beet red with blush. You quickly got up, grabbed your textbook and rushed towards the door.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you.” You waved, quickly exiting the apartment. You honestly had no idea what came over you. You knew you had to distract May from Peter’s suit on the ground, and you weren’t sure how to go about it with him being half-naked. The only explanation for the nakedness you could come up with quickly was kissing him. You felt awful. Not only did you not ask him if it was cool if you did it, but you just left him to explain to May. The only thing that felt right about it was that she definitely wouldn’t be talking about anything else, and she above all else would not notice the suit carelessly thrown on the ground by Peter.

Your phone binged, and you dreaded looking at it. Hoping it wasn’t Peter.

P: “Can you call me later?”

You sigh, and you turned off your phone. You didn’t want to talk about it until you came up with a good reason for your actions. You knew you couldn’t avoid Peter forever, but you could at least try. All night, the only thing you could think about was how wrong you were to have put Peter in that position, and you knew that at school you’d have to apologize, and face the music. You hoped things wouldn’t be awkward for too long. Peter on the other hand was completely okay with what had happened, he knew your mind well enough to know you probably panicked and that was your solution to distract May and explain him begin naked. He wasn’t mad in the slightest, and he actually just wanted to know that the two of you were cool since you ran off so quickly, and weren’t answering your phone.

The next day you asked your dad to drive you to school on his way to work. You wanted to avoid Peter until it was impossible to do so. So, you didn’t turn on your phone until your drive to school, and you drove instead of taking the bus with Peter. When you turned your phone back on your notifications from Peter came in.

P: “Hey, can we talk?”

P: “I just wanna make sure you’re good.”

P: “At least tell me if you got home safely.”

*2 missed calls from “spider-boi 🕷”*

P: “I’m guessing you fell asleep or shut your phone off to study, so I’ll see you in the morning I guess. Goodnight!”

P: “Hey, are you meeting me at the bus stop?”

P: “Did you sleep in or are you still ignoring me?”

P: “I’m gonna get on the bus, but if you don’t text me back I’m calling you at lunch then banging on your door after school’s out.”

You sighed and reluctantly texted him back,

Y: “I’m alive, I promise. Slept in, wasn’t feeling well. Dad’s driving me, see you in gym class.”

When you looked up from your phone you saw that your dad had stopped, and was being directed by an officer to take the side street. There was a huge explosion that happened at Mr. Delmore’s. You remembered when you kissed Peter, you smelt smoke in his hair, but you assumed it was from May’s cooking. You wondered if he was there when it happened.

When you got to school you rushed to your locker and put your stuff away, hoping to not bump into Peter in the halls. You had one class without Peter before lunch and that was band. Since he dropped it at least. You quickly rushed to the band room and began setting up and tuning your flute. You nervously shook your foot and dreaded each tick of the clock bringing you closer to facing Peter. After the bell rang, indicating band was over and it was time to head to gym, you slowly packed away your instrument and music sheets. You took your time changing in the locker room, and eventually dragged yourself out to the gym floor.

“(Y/N)! Finally, I was so worried about you last night!” Peter rushed over to you, a look of relief on his face as he brought you in for a hug, that you hesitantly returned. “What’s the matter?” He asked as he pulled away and you took your seats in the back of the bleachers, getting ready for the day’s instructions.

“I’m sorry I kissed you, I don’t know what came over me or why I did it, I just panicked and wanted an explanation for why you were almost naked in the room with me for May and it just sort of happened. Please don’t hate me.” You rushed out everything you’d been telling yourself you’d say to Peter when you finally had to confront him. He just chuckled.

“I understand why you did it, and I could never hate you. And as far as first kisses go, that wasn’t too bad.” He winked at you, trying to make you laugh and feel better about the situation.

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Oblitus Part Nine

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Anna sat Angel's phone back on the dresser and looked down at Fat Nuggets lying on the bed. She patted him on his head.

"I'll get him back." She said. She stood up and walked out of the bedroom and continued down the hallway. As she made it to the stair case in the main lobby, she descended down them, heading towards the front door. As she reached out and grabbed the door knob a voice stopped her.

"Hey darling, where are you going?" Alastor said. Anna jumped, startled, and quickly turned around to see the radio demon standing right in front of her. She stared with wide eyes back into Alastor's red ones who were staring back at hers.

"Where did you come from?!" Anna demanded angrily, as she tried to calm her heart from beating out of her chest. Alastor made a wide grin and laughed.

"I have eyes everywhere, sweetheart!" He told her. Anna jumped back in shock as she saw multiple dark shadows come out from the dark corners of the room and surrounded themselves near the radio demon and the human. She noticed a certain shadow, that resembled Alastor, as it leaned on the demon's shoulder whispering into his ear. Anna frowned watching the two, suspiciously. Alastor's eyes widen as his shadow told him something then he turned his head back to Anna.

"You're going to try and get disgusting wretch cause back?" Alastor questioned as he turned his head sideways, curious.

"I don't have to answer you." Anna said with her arms crossed. "Besides, it's not like you care, anyway." Anna heard a sharp static emitted from Alastor. She looked up and saw that the demon had a strange look on his face as if he was lost in his thoughts. Anna sighed and turned around opening the door.

"Don't tell Charlie or Vaggie where I went. I'll be back soon."

No, you won't, you stupid girl! You really don't know who you are going up against! Alastor wanted to shout out to stop her but something within him made him stop. That feeling again. He hated it. It made him feel weak.

Alastor gritted his teeth as he stared at the human woman with a strained smile on his face. Alastor's shadow looked at him then to the human then back at him with an suspicious look on it's face. Then it's eyes widen and grinned evilly, cackling slightly. Without looking at it, Alastor punched his shadow in the face, making it disappear.

"Okay, I'll distract the princess until you return!" Alastor grinned. As Anna was about to leave and shut the door and heard Alastor say something else.

"However, if you are in danger and in need of help, just call out my name." Alastor couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. Did he really just say that?

Anna's brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced back at the demon before shutting the door, closing it.

It seemed like hours as minute after minute ticked by, as Anna waited, waited, and waited...

"Are you ready to raise some hell?" Anna heard someone ask. She looked up and saw a woman with a red cyclops eye with pink wild bushy untamed hair in a ponytail, and light pale skin with freckles.

"You're Cheri?" Anna asked.

"Fuck ya, I am! I guess you're the bitch that I spoke to on the phone?" Cheri questioned as she looked up and down at Anna, eyeing her. Anna nodded. Cheri rolled her eyes and huffed.

"I don't get why Angel wasted his time helping a useless sack of meat like you." She said.

"Should we get going? I'd like to get this done quickly." Anna replied, ignoring the demon's remark. Cheri grinned darkly and grabbed Anna's hand, dragging her like a rag doll as the two headed towards the studio.

As the two arrived at Valentino's studio, Cheri and Anna hid near an alley watching some demon clients walking inside. There was a bouncer guarding the door as he let them in.

"How are we going to get inside?" Anna asked, worried, eyeing the bouncer.

"I can get in just fine, but you on the other hand..." Cheri murmured as she trailed off looking at Anna, with a finger on her chin, thinking.

"What about me?" Anna asked.

"You're too clean. You need to dress a little more trashier." Cheri tells her. Anna's eyes widen in surprise. "The sluttier the better!"

"What?!" She gasped like a fish out of water. "No way!"

"This is for Angel! Do it for him!" Cheri hissed. Anna cringed. She really did not want to do this. However, Anna looked back towards the Studio. Who knows what torture he was going through in there. Anna sighed. She is going to regret this! But, for Angel...even if it was her dignity, she'll put it aside for now.

As the bouncer checked some of demons in, his eyes nearly bulged out in shock, jaw dropping slightly, seeing Cheri walked up.

"Y-You!" He sputtered. Cheri grinned and walked up to him patting the bouncer on his face.

"Won't ya be a doll and let us in?" She asked, giving a the demon a wink. He frowned.

"On no, Val's order. I'm not supposed to let YOU in." He growled and jerked his thumb. "Beat it!"

However, as the bouncer looked behind Cheri, his jaw dropped slightly seeing Anna as she walked up to them. The woman's hair was frazzled in a mess like she had gotten out of bed. She had some mascara applied to her eyes and dark eye shadow. Her shirt was ripped across her chest revealing her cleavage as the tops of her breasts perked up slightly. Lastly, her blue jeans wear ripped above her knees into a short skirt.

The bouncer eyed her up and down practically ogling her like she was candy and drooling. Anna twitched, feeling completely degraded. She walked up to the bouncer demon and laid her hand on his chest, leaning closer.

"Hey, we're kind of in a bit of a hurry. Would ya be a pal and let us in? I'll make it worth your while!" Anna said, fluttering her eyes.

"Right this way, ladies!" The demon gestured them inside.

Anna yelped as she felt a hard slap on her butt as she walked past. Anna turned her head back towards the bouncer seeing him throw her a flirtatious wink.

"Call me!"

She smiled nervously and quickly followed after Cheri as they walked into the Studio.

"Way to go, girl! He couldn't keep his eyes off you!" Cheri cheered. However, her grin slightly dropped seeing Anna barfing in a nearby trash can. She cringed with disgust as she looked away.

"Man, you're pathetic."

"I know I'm sorry." Anna moaned. Cheri sighed and walked over to her holding her hair hair up.

"I'm worried about Angel."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he's fine. He's tough. But, I'd be worried more worried about yourself right now." Cheri said. "What's with your hair?"

"What do you mean-" Anna reached up touching her head only to feel something protruding at the top, an ear. A deer's ear.

"Oh my god!" Anna cried in shock.

As they entered deeper into the Studio, Anna heard loud sexy music blasting. There was a large crowd gathering near a catwalk. A couple of demons cheered and cat-called, throwing money, as they watched someone dancing on a pole. Anna advanced a little closer, pushing past some demons, to get a better look. Her eyes widen in shock, seeing that it was Angel. She turned to Cheri, only to find that the cyclops wasn't there. She had lost her in the huge crowd.

"Psst! Angel!" Anna shouted, over the loud music blasting in the background, calling out to the spider demon. "Angel!" She waved her hands in the air to get his attention.

Angel hooked his legs as he spun around the pole, only for his eyes to be met with Anna's. He nearly slipped, losing his balance.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Angel exclaimed in disbelief. Anna climbed onto the stage, walking over to Angel grabbing his hand. A couple of demons in the crowd watched, in confusion, wondering if this was part of the show.

"We're here to get you out of here."

"We?" Angel questioned.

"Cheri's here, too! Now, come on let's go!" Anna explained, pulling on the spider demon's hand. She saw Angel looking around the room nervously as his eyes shifted away from her.

"You need to leave now!" Angel hissed, urgently. Anna shook her head.

"Not without you."

Boom! Anna and Angel jumped as an loud explosion went off as Cheri threw out some bombs, quickly dispersing the crowd, scaring them.

"Move your asses, you two!" Cheri hollered out, tossing some more bombs at some of the body guards that were firing at them.

Suddenly, Anna was ripped from Angel and tossed, landing hard on her back. Anna groaned. A large shadow towered over her. She heard a low rumble as someone laughed, followed by another, a woman's voice, laughing, maniacally.

A pair of hands grabbed Anna by her wrist, pinning them above her head, as they held her down to the floor. She tried to break free, but to no avail.

Anna looked up to see a large demon with pale blue skin, that resembled a moth, as his red eyes stared back at hers. He was wearing heart shaped glasses and also a red and white fur-lined coat with hearts all over it, followed by a matching top hat with a zebra striped design.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Valentino grinned, darkly, staring down at Anna. She swallowed nervously staring up at the tall demon.

"Aren't you a cutie!" Anna heard a woman's voice laugh above her.

She tilted her head up to see a woman, who was holding her down. She had grey brownish skin, with red, burgundy, and white hair tied into to pigtails in lace ties. She was dressed in a long black and white tea length dress with heart designs on it, black tights, and flat red shoes with white balls on them. Anna felt her heart pounding in her chest as she saw the woman make a sickening grin showing her sharp teeth.

"I wonder what sounds you would make when I pluck those beautiful blue eyes out?" The harlequin minion, pondered.

"Val, Velvet, leave her alone!" Angel cried out for them to stop. He looked over at Cheri Bomb, seeing her preoccupied with the guards, holding them back. She was far out of the two's reach and couldn't help them. The spider demon gritted teeth in frustration, feeling helpless. He had no way to help, as Valentino had taken away his gun when he arrived at the Studio.

"Damn it!" Angel growled to himself.

Anna shivered as Velvet leaned over her with a strange look in her eyes. She bent closer down towards Anna's chest. Anna turned her head away from her when she heard Velvet gasp, gleefully.

"Hey! We've got a breather over here, Tino!" Velvet chuckled, evilly, as she looked up to the moth demon. Valentino made a twisted grin as he kneeled down to the human, lying on the floor.

"How interesting, I wonder how such a pretty thing like you ended up down here with a bunch of sinners like us?" He asked.

She closed her eyes as she squirmed trying to get Valentino off of her.

"Get off me!" Anna cried out, as she struggled to get him of her.

"Assuming from your reaction, I'm going to imply that you are a virgin, am I correct?" Valentino chuckled.

Anna's eyes widen as she felt her blood run cold as the pimp's hands began to pry her legs apart.

Anna took in a sharp breath as panic began to settle. She screamed.

"ALASTOR!!!" Anna screamed.

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