#spider-kids au

[chayannecraft]

Breakfast Trio as Spiderverse kids au/hc’s LETS GO:

Sunny:

- Spider name is Sun-Spider

- on top of all the normal spiders, she has the ability to control and manifest light, and by extension darkness. They often use it to be dramatic, but it works great in a fight too. It can blind or distract enemies.

- is the daughter of Mr. rich guy Tubbo, and thus funds the groups superhero-ing adventures and anything they might need. They steal his credit card or just ask really nicies

- Has the most elaborate spider-suit out of everybody, because she refuses to fight crime without looking good. It’s got a puffy dress and heels, with maybe a boa scarf. She also somewhat managed to drag the other two into being fashionable too so they’re all cute together :)

- is the best at dealing with the public, because she already does it a lot in her normal life

(The other two kids/more details under the cut)

Empanada:

- Spider name is Sugar-Spider or Sugar-Weaver

- on top of all the normal spider powers, she has the power to create anything out of condensed (pink!) energy. Prime examples of this are Gwen from Ben 10 or Atomic Eve. She often uses this to make platforms, weapons, or create anything to keep the public safe.

- However, can’t make any weapons without knowing which individual parts interact with each other to cause the weapon to function, so she just. has a bunch of books and research on different weapons. She’s somehow convinced everybody this is a phase.

- Honestly also probably uses a parasol as a weapon as well because she is also fashionable (not to the extent of glamour that Sunny has, but enough to be cute) and thinks keeping with the brand is a fun little extra thing.

- is the heart and soul of the group. Keeps them motivated and keeps their morale up!! She’s a very essential part of the group and often reminds them both why they’re saving people.

Pepito

- Spider name is (drumroll) Spider-Kid (it’s a work in progress for me ok)

- A bit more jaded than normal Pepito: is still Roier’s child, but has since given up on Roier ever actually being Pepito’s father, and avoids him as much as possible. Often stays over at Empanadas or Sunnys home instead of Pepito’s own.

- Pepito’s house has Roier and Cellbit, as well as a revolving cycle of Jaiden, Richarlyson, and others present in it at all times. This does not stop Pepito from avoiding the house and leaving Pepito’s room as an untouched Time Capsule.

- tries to focus on helping people in an emergency but will not hesitate to get involved or beat the shit out of somebody if the others need help/a distraction

- has no extra special powers like the other two, but is bonded to the venom symbiote (it was a HELLISH two to three weeks but it worked out in the end ^_^ ) (The inclusion of venom symbiote was based on Roier’s purgatory skin)(also it based it’s suit appearance off of Cellbit just so you guys know maybe I’ll upload it)

- i know I just dropped an entire load of tragic backstory, but Pepito is still very much Pepito, who helps Pepito’s friends in any way Pepito can and believes in each of them.

Extra plot details:

- takes place in Quesdilla City (Like NYC but named Quesdilla)

- I don’t know how old the breakfast trio are canonically, but here they’re like 14 to 15.

- Every character and egg is also present here, and has a connection together relating to The Federation that is pretty negative. Breakfast Trio did not know about this in an effort to keep them safe. Kind of backfired.

- adding onto that, the ordo theoritas is a group they made in order to keep each other and the eggs safe from the federation.

- The Purgatory Eye fuck is here and is one of the main villains for the Spider-Kids, you know, the type that absolutely humbles them and then they sit there like WUH OH. UM. UH OH!!!

- They kick it’s ass eventually but my god is it a whole exhausting trip.

- I know for a fact the Spider-Kids identities get publicly leaked and it causes a LOT of panic and confusion. Can’t decide if this is as The Eye is fucking it up in antagonist-ville or a bit after it gets defeated. This plotpoint is mostly for DRAMA and PAIN. They run away from their homes and to a warehouse they reestablished as their base to PANIC.

- Breakfast trio love each other so much. They went into this together they work on it together, they fight together. They know each others strengths and weaknesses and cover according but they are most of all filled with love for each other. They would do anything for the other. Each of their motivations are a weave of string tied to their souls and tied to each other.

[sleepypdng]

More Coraline AU 🧵🚪

[mooneggtarts]

This particular audio reminds me of Jumping Spider AU akdbsjfhd I love them sm you have no idea /lh

Plus Vira-Yellow made his cameo :DDD

I may or may not gonna do animating again after this... how do people do it everyday...?

[angelcake10023]

“What are you gonna do about it?” 🍵

A messy comic for the Curious MK au. Tang realizing he messed up after giving up MK to Wukong, but he might’ve realized this a bit too late…

ITS RESCUE TIME

[smallpwbbles]

Real quick addressing some villains in the MK world au, LBD and SQ are still technically dead. MK just created some bodies with for their souls to inhabit (I'm letting him do that considering the underworld had the kings fucking MURDERED and that wasn't addressed). He also did his lil memory rewrite on them so they could live casual lives.

Took some inspiration from the 5th anniversary set, LBD is a chiropractor and SQ is a hairdresser

[smilesatdawnmain]

Taken Reverse Au (Wukong's Rage)

Since I’m taking my sweet time to get to this Moment in Taken- here, you can have an example for Taken Reverse~

——

There had been a split in the mountain. 

A split that had twisted the land and left it in shambles, spurred by the rage on a single individual. 

“Dad-” MK choked, struggling to keep his arm around his Father’s bicep, his feet digging into the floor below. He was dragged, leaning back a tad in hopes to give some leverage to stopping his father. “Dad, wait!” 

The King would hear no protest. Not when he knew. Not when he NOW knew. 

A confirmation with the Diyu, an admission from the man he considered his Brother, and he now knew. 

He did not have one son, but two. 

Twins. 

One of his cubs was at his side, feebly trying to stop him as he stormed into the sewers of Megopolis, his eyes a burning red. His cub. To know that there had been another this whole time, and held in the hands of- of Spiders. 

His eyes were aglow as he entered the sewers, the stench of decay and waste assaulting his nostrils. But the King paid it no mind. His focus was singular, his rage all-consuming.

"Dad, please!" MK pleaded again, his voice echoing off the damp walls. "You're not thinking straight!"

The King’s steps formed small cracks with each step. Not thinking straight? He’d never seen clearer in his life! MK’s brother—his twin—had been kept from them. From him! By those... those arachnids! By the damned Spider Queen!

Of course she knew! She must have! Nezha had-

God’s, his brother had confessed when Wukong pressed about it. In tears and on his knees he bowed before him, face against the ground. He admitted to his crimes.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry..!”

Wukong thought he was joking- a cruel and unfunny hole, until Nezha whimpered “There is a reason your son is always getting sick with no cause or explanation.”

It was twisted.

It was unlike Nezha.

Stealing his own child with the intent to kill, but being unable to go through with it, leaving him to the care of humans. That alone was enough to make Wukong’s legs tremble and his stomach lurch. It hurt.

Gods it hurt!

He did not kill Nezha where he stood. Somehow he stilled his hand. Somehow he stepped back, less he scream or cry, or do both.

But he couldn’t linger there another moment longer. Such feelings he would have to deal with later. He had to focus on what was infront of him.

His second child.

Nezha had lost track of the child, he explained. The glamor he had put on the cub to keep him safe in disguise had broken- and the child was lost to his senses until years later, when he emerged as the right hand of the Spider Queen.

Seeing how she was using his energies to power her army- he knew he had to take action. Knew it wouldn’t be long before Heaven realized too and would get to the cub long before Wukong could.

Spider Queen.

She had been using him. Manipulating him to steal for her. Do wrong for her. He had rushed home to let his Mate know, but Mihou was out at the time. He sent a clone to fetch his mate, but had found MK instead.

His Son was clutching the very enblem of the woman who had stolen from them.

When he demanded why MK had such a thing, he explained about his friend.

Xiaozhizhu.

That was the child’s name. Little Spider.

MK had seemed unaware, only stilling when his Father’s expression grew darker. The grounds around them shook from his unkempt rage- cracking until it spit right below their feet. Wukong had never had to reel in such rage in his life, and had ultimately failed to keep it in check before he was charging to the City, MK hot on his tail in a panicked confusion.

Terrified that somehow Xiaozhizhu had angered his Father to the point he was heading right there. “Dad-! He isn’t a bad person, I promise!” No, not at all! He was going down the wrong path, yes, but he could turn around! He was sweet and smart! Fun!

Lonely…

MK had been so close lately to convincing XiaoXiao to even join him on some heroing. To give it a try and see that there was so much good he could do with his powers! He had even been getting along better with Red Son and Mei- Who had agreed to try due to their friendship with MK.

MK also had been working on getting Xiaoxiao to visit the mountain soon- to see some Monkey heritage. Since the guy had never really even talked to other demon monkey’s before, MK had hoped this could help him reconnect with his roots- whatever those were.

The King's pace quickened, his footsteps echoing louder through the dank tunnels. MK stumbled, nearly losing his grip on his father's arm.

"Dad, please listen! Xiaoxiao isn't—" he paled as the tunnels began to change, shifting from sewers systems to a metal lined opened cave system. The Spider Queen’s domain. Spiders, small and creepy were scurrying off the walls at the sight of the two Monkeys.

MK shrieked, clinging to his Father now to keep pace with him. He hated Spiders!

The King's nostrils flared as the scent grew stronger. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of his lost son. It stunk of the Spider Queen in here.

"Show yourselves!" he growled, his voice reverberating off the metal walls. The King pressed on, his feet leaving scorched imprints on the floor. From the shadows, alarmed at the intruder, large Spider demons were dropping to the floor, their eyes gleaming green.

Despite their barred fangs and sharpened claws, their hands trembled. Never had they expected for the Monkey King himself to wander in unannounced. His eyes flared at the sight of them, a few recoiling. One, who MK recognized aa the Huntsman, growled back.

"You dare trespass in our domain, Monkey King?" the Huntsman snarled, his eight eyes narrowing. "Leave now, or face the consequences!"

The King's response was a deafening roar that shook the very foundations of the lair. Several of the spider demons scurried back, the Huntsman even stumbling. His eyes were wide, petrified.

MK's eyes darted between his father and the spiders, his heart racing. "Dad, please-“ he tried to smile, struggling, “We can talk about this.”

But the King was beyond reason. With a flick of his wrist, a gust of wind was surging through the area, his eyes golden and gleaming. The spider demons recoiled further, their bravado crumbling in the face of the Monkey King's unbridled fury.

"Where is he…?" The King's words were slow, deliberate, each syllable dripping with barely contained rage.

The Huntsman, despite his fear, stood his ground. "We don't know what you're talking about, Monkey King. Whoever you seek is not here—"

"LIAR!" The Monkey King's roar shook the cavern, causing loose rocks to rain down from above. MK ducked his head, leaning against his Father to avoid such things. The King’s tail easily lifted above his child’s skull, blocking any debris from grazing him. MK had never-

He was wheezing, staring at the chaos in quiet shock. He had read the books, heard the stories, but his Dad was- he was the Monkey King yes, but perhaps it was only know that he truly realize- He was the Monkey King.

The Huntsman was scurrying back, “I-I swear, I don’t-” he felt his life flashing before his eyes when the King stepped closer. A shadow over his expression, looking more beast then man or monkey. MK had let go of his arm then, standing limply behind him.

There was no strength in his fingers against such- such power.

As the Monkey King advanced, the air crackled with energy. The metal walls began to warp and bend under the pressure of his power. The spider demons cowered, their legs trembling beneath them.

"Dad..." MK's voice was barely a whisper, lost in the cacophony of his father's rage.

Suddenly, a new voice cut through the chaos. "What's going on here?"

All eyes turned to the source, many relieved to see their glorious Queen. Her hair was down, dressed in the comfortability of a silken robe.

“Our Queen!” the spiders chorused, rushing to hide behind her. She gave them a small frown, wishing her minions were just a tad more useful.

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed as she took in the scene before her. The Monkey King, radiating power and fury, his son cowering behind him, and her minions trembling in fear. She straightened her posture, chin held high as she addressed the intruder.

"Well well well. Sun Wukong in the flesh," she said, her voice cool and collected. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this... unexpected visit?"

The Monkey King's eyes flashed dangerously. "You know why I'm here," he said coldly, taking a step towards her. The metal floor beneath his feet groaned.

The Spider Queen's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She batted her eyes lashes with the ease of someone who had nothing to fear. "I'm afraid I don't, dear Monkey King. Perhaps you could enlighten me?"

"My son," Wukong snarled, his voice reverberating through the cavern. "The child you stole from me. Where is he?"

For a moment, surprise flickered across the Spider Queen's face, quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. "Your son? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. The only monkey child I know of that is yours is the one cowering behind you right now.” she gestured a finger to him. MK flinched at her gesture, his stomach dropping. His mind was reeling.

Son?

What was his Father talking about? The Spider Queen's words hung in the air, heavy with implications. MK's mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of information. His father's rage, the mention of a stolen child, and now this denial from the Spider Queen—it was all too much to process.

"Don't play games with me, Princess," Wukong growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“I am all for a good game, as you know, but this is not one of those times.” she walked around him, her steps measured, “The only child here that I could think of- is my own. MY little prince,” she touched her chest, a tad possessive in her tone.

The Monkey King's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. "Your prince?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You dare claim him as your own?"

The Spider Queen's smirk only widened. "Of course I do. He IS mine. I raised him, nurtured him, named him. He is mine in every way that matters."

MK's eyes widened. Xiaoxiao-?

No… No wait wait, that didn’t make sense. What were these two talking about. Xiaozhizhu was a monkey yes but he- he wasn’t…

He was the spitting image of his Baba.

His eyes, his smile-

MK felt sick suddenly, teetering to keep upright.

Xiaoxiao was his other half. Why was that? Why did he have this connection to a Monkey he had no blood relation to? Unless… there was a relation?

The Monkey King's fury reached a fever pitch. The metal walls of the cavern began to groan and buckle under the pressure of his power. "You lie!" he roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the lair. "He is my son, my blood! You had no right to take him!"

The Spider Queen's composure faltered for a moment, her eyes darting to the trembling walls. She took a step back, her voice losing some of its earlier confidence. "I... I didn't take anyone, Monkey King. The child came to me, lost and alone.” a fire sparked in her eyes. Of course, when the glamor had been removed from his neck to reveal his true self- it took only a single examination of his soul by a trusted Doctor to trace the power back to one “Liu’er Mihou”.

The mate of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. It took very little to piece it together. Though, even after all these years, the Spider Queen had yet to understand why things were this way.

Why the child was abandoned.

Why the King would toss away his heir.

When she realized he had another, one far more powerful and physically capable then Xiaozhizhu, she could only assume they kept the strong and tossed away the weak. A weak link she would gladly take as her own for future profit.

Only now did she consider something else far beyond her control had occurred during this all. A third party at work. Not that it mattered.

The Monkey King's eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and rage. "Lost and alone?" he snarled, his voice cracking slightly. "Because he was taken from us!"

MK's head was spinning. The implications of what he was hearing were staggering. Xiaoxiao... his friend, the boy he'd been trying so hard to steer towards a better path... was his brother? His twin?

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed, "Taken? I was under the impression he was... discarded." She sneered.

Wukong lunged for her. She quickly ducked to the right, grimacing as he tore the wall behind her asunder.

The Spider Queen's words held in the air, heavy and poisonous. MK felt his breath catch in his throat, his eyes darting between his father and the arachnid monarch.

"Discarded?" Wukong's voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried more venom than any shout. "You dare suggest I would abandon my own child?!"

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "Then explain, Monkey King, why your son was alone, lost, and without any trace of your protection when I found him." she stood, tossing her hair over her shoulder. ‘I am the one who nursed him to health when he fell ill. I am the one who he clung to when he took his first steps. That child knows nothing but these walls.” she gave a little tilt of her head. "I am his everything.” she held her arms out. “And you? You are nothing to that boy. And sugar~” she smirked, “He’s been quite useful.”

The Monkey King's fury reached a new height, his golden eyes blazing with an otherworldly light. The very air around him crackled with energy, causing the spider demons to cower further back.

"You..." Wukong's voice crackling with venom. "You took advantage of my son's vulnerability. You twisted him, used him for your own gain. You KNEW he was mine and you used that!"

The Spider Queen's smirk sharpened. "I gave him purpose, direction. Something you clearly failed to do."

“Watch your words!” he stepped closer.

“Or what?” she challenged. “You don’t seem to get it, do you? Do you?” she sneered. That child was her little Prince, her greatest thief, and her greatest assets for more than one reason.

To him, the “Monkey King’ was a stranger. Anything he even dared to do- it would not be met with understanding like one of his own kin.

And she was going to use this kid for every drop he was worth. His essence already powered so much of her machines. Even if he lacked in the power his Father had, it was more than enough.

He was so similar to his Baba after all.

Blindly loyal. And horribly naive.

A silly boy… but still her’s. And she wasn’t just hanging him over.

The Monkey King's eyes flashed dangerously, his fists clenched at his sides. "You underestimate the bond between father and son," he growled. "No matter what lies you've fed him, blood calls to blood. He will know me."

The Spider Queen laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed through the cavern. "Oh, you poor, deluded monkey. Do you really think he'll welcome you with open arms? No~ He’s Mine now.” she spat at his feet, “And you are never getting him back.”

The Monkey King's rage exploded. With a primal roar, he lunged at the Spider Queen, his fist connecting with the metal wall where her head had been a split second before. The impact sent shockwaves through the entire lair, causing chunks of debris to rain down from above.

She grunted, spinning to the side and zipping into the air using a web. As the area delved in chaos, MK screamed.

"Dad, stop! Please!" He cried out, his voice barely audible over the chaos. This wasn’t the way to do this!! But his father was beyond reason, consumed by a fury unlike anything MK had ever witnessed.

Wukong was right on her heels. The Spider Queen's eyes widened in alarm as she realized the true extent of the Monkey King's power. She swung frantically from web to web, barely staying ahead of his furious attacks. The lair shook violently with each missed blow, metal twisting and crumpling like paper.

"Where is he?!" Wukong roared, his voice echoing through the caverns. "Tell me where my son is!"

MK watched in horror as his father tore through the lair, leaving destruction in his wake. The spider demons scattered in panic, fleeing deeper into the tunnels.

There were sparks of gold- the King moving faster then most eyes could follow. In an eruption of sparks he and the Queen were slamming against the ground, his hand wrapped around her throat.

The Spider Queen gasped for air, her eyes wide with genuine fear as the Monkey King's grip tightened around her throat. The metal floor beneath them buckled and warped, creating a crater around their impact point.

"I'll ask you one last time," Wukong growled, his voice low and dangerous, his other hand reeled back to deliver a final blow, "Where. Is. My. Son?"

The Queen clawed at his hand, her voice barely a whisper. "I... don't... know..." That wasn’t a lie. He was out at the moment. The child had been disappearing on a whim more and more- of course at the most inopportune times.

“Not good enough!” The King- The Monster, tightened his grip, feeling bones threatening to give way below him.

He would have crushed her throat had it not been for a piercing shriek behind him. His boy, MK, was pleading, "Dad, stop!" MK screamed, his voice cracking with desperation. "You're going to kill her!"

The Monkey King froze, his fist mere inches from the Spider Queen's face. For a moment, the only sound in the cavern was the Queen's ragged breathing and the distant echo of falling debris.

Slowly, Wukong turned his head to look at his son. MK stood there, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling. "Please, Dad," he whispered, "This isn't you. This isn't right." he couldn’t recognize this man in front of him. Where was his Father at? Where had his hero gone? Who was this that he was looking in the eye right now?

The Monkey King's eyes flickered, a hint of recognition breaking through the haze of rage. His grip on the Spider Queen's throat loosened slightly, but he didn't release her entirely.

"Xiaotian..." he breathed, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar.

MK took a tentative step forward, his hands outstretched in a placating gesture. "Dad, I know you're hurting. I know you're angry. But this... this isn't the way." He swallowed hard, fighting back more tears. "What would Baba say if he saw you like this?"

What would Mihou say?

Would he be right here with him, ready to end this woman’s life, or would he be uncaring for such poultry demons? Would his entire focus be on just finding their lost child- while avoiding traumatizing their little star?

The Monkey King's grip loosened further, his eyes losing some of their dangerous glow. The mention of his mate seemed to pierce through the fog of rage, bringing him back to himself. He looked down at the Spider Queen, still gasping for air beneath him, then back at MK's tear-streaked face.

"Xiaotian," Wukong said again, his voice softer now, tinted with regret. Opening his mouth to say more, a strange sensation came to his hand- a sharp sucking sensation, loosening his grip to the Spider Queen.

He whipped back to her, finding her form dropping into the very ground below. His eyes were wide, knowing such a trick anywhere. How could he not?

The shadows….

Was his Moon here? Had his clone found Mihou and drawn his mate here?

It was enough questions for him to hesitate long enough for the portal to close and the Queen to be gone from his judgement.

The shadows yes… but something was different about. Frowning and confused, he heard MK

“Xiaoxiao-” he was choking.

Wukong turned sharply back to his son, but the boy was not looking at him anymore. His tear stained face was angled at the side tunnel, wide.

Wukong followed MK's gaze to the side tunnel, his heart skipping a beat. There, partially hidden in the shadows, stood a young monkey demon. His fur was a rich light golden color, his eyes a familiar shade of amber. He was thin and wiry, dressed in dark clothes that blended with the shadows. A small spider emblem glinted on his chest.

By the gods, he was beautiful. His face was Mihou’s in every way- his eyes, his eyes brows, that little dimple on his cheek- the mark on his face.

This was him.

This was his boy.

The Child’s eyes were wide, his extended hand lowering a tad to show it had been him who has summoned the shadow just now, whisking away the Queen- his Mother, to safety.As he took in the scene before him - the destroyed lair, destroyed home, the cowering spider demons, and the imposing figure of the Monkey King- he inhaled sharply.

"Xiaoxiao," MK whispered, taking a hesitant step towards his friend - his brother.

The Monkey King's breath caught in his throat. Time seemed to stand still as he gazed upon the son. Emotions warred within him - joy, sorrow, regret, and a fierce, protective love that threatened to overwhelm him.

Then the cub spoke it was a sharp hissing sound that made him jolt, “What have you done?”

The Monkey King's heart clenched at the accusation in his son's voice. He took a tentative step forward, his hands outstretched in a placating gesture. "It’s you-," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

The child’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and confusion flashing across his face. He took a step back, his tail wrapping protectively around his leg. "Stay back!" Xiaozhizhu hissed, his voice trembling. He raised his hands defensively, dark energy swirling around his fingertips. His home- everything was destroyed…

His eyes kept flickering to MK. Why was he here?? Why was he just standing there and letting this happen?

The Monkey King's face fell, pain etching deep lines around his eyes. His ears flattened, the mighty King from a moment ago falling into a small and delicate whimper. “I-It’s- it’s hard to explain but-” he looked this boy up and down. His lower lip was trembling. This was his baby.

His knees were buckling.

Gods- what was he- he doing? How did he look to his child right now?

MK was blubbering, his eyes wide with panic as he felt the sharp sensations from his other half. The pain, the fear- the accusational anger that was growing, “X-Xiaoxiao wait, please. Let me explain,” he stammered, rushing to take his hand.

Xiaozhizhu flinched away from MK's outstretched hand, his eyes narrowing. MK made a sharp whimpering sound, his quivering at how sharp that denial felt to his chest. "Explain? Explain what? Why you're here with... with him?" He gestured sharply at the Monkey King, his voice rising. "Why my home is in ruins?"

The Monkey King took another hesitant step forward, his voice soft and pleading. "Please, son. I know this must be confusing, but if you'll just listen—"

"What did you just call me?!" Xiaozhizhu snapped, dark energy crackling around his hands. “I ain’t no “SON” of yours??”

Wukong opened and closed his mouth, speechless. “I…” he choked. He didn’t know how to explain. He didn’t know where to start. He felt such fear but such- he was dazed. This boy was as beautiful as MK was. With them standing side by side he could see it- same nose. Same way they carried themselves.

"Xiaoxiao, please," MK pleaded, his voice cracking. "I know this looks bad, but you have to listen. He's... he's our father."

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously. "What are you talking about? I don't have a father. I have a mother, and you—" he glared at the Monkey King, "—just tried to kill her!" if he hadn’t come when he had she might have been- He couldn’t bare to think it. She wasn’t exactly Mom of the year, but she was still his Mom. He would have nothing without her.

The Monkey King flinched as if struck. "No, that's not... I didn't mean to..." he trailed off.

Xiaozhizhu's eyes flashed with anger. "You didn't mean to?! Look around you!" He gestured wildly at the destruction surrounding them. "You tore apart my home! You attacked my family!"

The Monkey King took a shaky step forward, his hands outstretched pleadingly. "Please, you have to understand. We're your-“ his voice was small, “- family. You were taken from us when you were just a baby. I am your Father,” the words came out groggy and pained. He put his hand to his chest, eyes so wide and pooling with guilt and joy.

Xiaozhizhu shook his head vehemently, backing away. What the FUCK where these people on right now? When MK tried to grab his hand again he slashed at him. “Don’t touch me!!”

MK recoiled, Xiaozhizhu flinching to realize he had almost struck him. His other half…

N-No he didn’t want that but-

This was too much. They weren’t making sense. His emotions- and then MK’s- it was jumbled. It was overflowing and making it hard to breathe. He wanted it to stop.

It was suffocating!

“Stop talking-” he wanted to cover his ears.

"Xiaoxiao, please!" MK cried out, his voice desperate. "I know this is a lot, but it's true. We're brothers - twins!"

Xiaozhizhu's eyes darted between MK and the Monkey King, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This couldn't be happening. It had to be some kind of trick, some elaborate scheme. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No, you're lying.” his hands shot up to his ears, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. This couldn't be real. It had to be some kind of nightmare.

The Monkey King took another step forward, his eyes brimming with tears. "Son, please. I know this is hard to believe, but—"

"I said STOP!" Xiaozhizhu screamed, dark energy exploding outward from his body. The force of it sent MK and the Monkey King stumbling backward, debris swirling around them.

Xiaozhizhu's eyes glowed with an eerie purple light, his fur standing on end. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I want no part of it!" His voice echoed. He hand lashed out, and the two were sent skidding a few more feet. MK clawed at the floor to keep himself rooted there.

The Monkey King's eyes widened in a mixture of awe and concern. His son's power was raw, untamed, and tinged with something dark. It reminded him painfully of his own rages from centuries past. He had Mihou’s energy, his shadows…

“I-I’m sorry-” he stammered. Gods. Centuries past? No… no he was still making those mistakes here and now.

Chunks of metal and rock lifted from the ground, orbiting him like a chaotic asteroid field. His eyes, now glowing an intense purple, fixed on the Monkey King. "You destroyed everything," he snarled, his voice distorted and echoing. “You’ll pay for this, Monkey King.” his firey gaze locked on MK. Hurt and rage swirling together. “Monkey Kid,”

He was stepping back, to the shadows behind him. MK yelped and pleaded, rushing to stop him from leaving. “No no, Xiaozhizhu-!”

The shadows swirled around Xiaozhizhu, enveloping him in darkness. MK lunged forward, his hand outstretched, but he was too late. His fingers grasped at empty air as his brother vanished into the void.

"No!" MK cried, falling to his knees. He pounded his fists against the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Xiaoxiao, come back!"

The Monkey King stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the spot where his long-lost son had disappeared. The weight of what had just transpired crashed down upon him.

MK was sobbing, grasping at the empty wall. His sobs echoed through the destroyed lair, his shoulders shaking as he pressed his forehead against the cold metal. The Monkey King stood motionless behind him, his face a mask of shock and grief. He fell to his knees, cursing himself

What had he done..?

Suddenly, the shadows on the wall began to ripple and shift. MK's head snapped up, his tear-filled eyes widening with hope. "Xiaoxiao?" he whispered.

A figure emerged from the darkness then, but it wasn't Xiaozhizhu. Instead, a tall, slender monkey demon stepped out, smelling of sweet plums and home. The Six Eared Macaque.

MK openly wailed at the sight of him, rushing to toss himself into his Baba’s arms. “Baba…!” At once Macaque was drawn to the sounds of his baby’s tears, his arms wrapping around MK. He soothed the child against him.

“I’m here, Moon Drop.” He did not know what had transpired as his Son melted against his arms and openly cried, but he was here now. It had been… quite the trip here after Wukong’s clone arrived. Speaking things that couldn’t possibly be true.

Yet here he stood, in the Spider Queen’s domain, with nothing but a sobbing child, the ruins of a lair, and his husband flat on his knees, looking like he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. No spiders in sight. No Queen snickering.

And no lost child…

“…I got here too late, it seems,” he whispered quietly. So he held MK instead, focusing on him to fix one little piece at a time.

————

BOOM

Take this! This is just- it was in my brain and I needed an outlet! I got no clue where this au is going but for those who are curious, 🧐 I gift it to you.

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[quesocheeso]

Sorry if you got asked this before. But in this AU how did Xiaotian get his fear of spiders?

Actually haven't gotten this ask before,,, but I do have an actual answer💃

Okay for those who've only watched lmk, y'know Spider Queen? Yeah so in jttw there's 8 spider sisters, they get defeated by the pilgrims at some point

BUT since my AU doesn't have the journey or at least it isn't exactly the same, just assume the spider sisters are ok, and instead have entered into treaties with Wukong's court.

In one of those meeting one of the spider sisters brings their kid, who is around MK's age maybe (I don't have these characters fleshed out since they're not that important) and being a small kid the kid is like I gotta make the imperial Prince like me🤔🤔 and they're like I gotta be cool,,, and what do they decide to do? Terrify MK with a horror story they heard from their older sibling😭😭😭 it's kinda normal to tell scary stories in their village

Baby spider was like he'll think I'm so cool and mature😎 Meanwhile MK's in the corner like "what do you meAN SPIDERS CAN CRAWL INTO ME AND LAY EGGS??!😭😭😭 (aliens style✨)

Anyways MK lives in fear until Mac and Wukong call up spider lady and they're like "yo can you bring your kid over here to tell our kid the story was fake cause he won't believe us", they're not actually mad, kids can be intense, and once the spider kid is there he's apologizing to both MK and Shadowpeach like "I'm sorry I just wanted to be cool and be friends🥺😭😭" and they're like it's cool

Spider kid then proceeds to actually help MK get over his fear of spiders by introducing him to some of them and giving him fun lectures about them. MK ends up thinking they're cool by the end of it.

(Both kids are like 7)

[yourbustedkneecaps]

thinkin ab an au where tony goes back in time to ~2008 to fix shit and recruit as many heroes as possible before thanos becomes a problem but he fucking forgets peter is basically a goddamn baby. may is under the guise peter won some competition or smth and the award is a play date kiddie “internship”/class for adolescent nerds with potential.

tony has no clue how peter got his powers so now he’s just trying to keep him safe with or without the arachnid alter-ego. peter probably ends up at the Avengers ER-med bay after the bite and tony and may freak the fuck out. pepper also becomes Mom Mode as well for this silly little boy genius

tony: i’m putting a team together, cap. you want in?

steve: why not? tho,, i do have one question…

tony: what is it.

steve: who the hell is that child?

tony: …

steve: …

~11 y/o peter: *playing with lab tech/machinery semi-unsupervised* :D!

tony: none of your fu- flocking business now where’s your shield i have some upgrades for you idiot we’re low on time

[shiveagit]

TMNT AU COMP 2024

The spider-fam picked up huge readings of muta-nomalies all converging in one place and are tasked to figure out this 'whole situation' before it becomes.....a situation. ♥Slider-punk ♣Spider-shine ♦Spider-gal ♠Spider-Dee and cameos if you can spot them.

[I'm NOT in the competition . but i wanted to doodle a thing anyway. Think of them as volunteer staff that no one questions, but maybe you should. ] @tmntaucompetition

[deadsetobsessions]

Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.2

[Pt.1]

Peter’s no stranger to memories that comes as nightmares. There’s something different to them, the taste of terror that’s tinged with a feeling of “that’s happened.”

Flashes of Aunt May, dying as he stood next to her while choosing the city over her? Old hat. Inky darkness surrounding MJ falling as Peter reached for her, over and over again? Been there, seen that, didn’t even get a sick scar out of it. Racing against the clock to defeat some bad guy or an unknown threat? That’s his Thursday.

But this?

This isn’t his. It’s real, Peter could tell that much. Sure, it’s wrapped up in silk hisses and heart crushing terror, but Peter could always tell whether a nightmare was a nightmare or whether it was a memory.

This was a memory. Not his. His. It’s complicated.

“Your father, papito, he-,”

Then, it’d be the ruffle of his hair, brown eyes. It reminded him of his mom. But the crease of these eyes were different. Hardened, mean. Even towards him.

“Well, he said no, but I knew what he really wanted.”

The base of Peter’s neck always crawled when he remembered that line. His spider-sense warned him that whatever he’s remembering, he would not like.

“Ey, Peter.”

“Huh?” Peter blinked, looking up from where his arms were elbow deep in wires.

“Don’cha need gloves with that?” Frank asked, munching on some jerky. They were sitting in the living room, repairing a TV and a washer Frank had somehow managed to lug back to the apartment. It’s a toss up between Frank’s network of orphans (Peter included), street rats (these things are not mutually inclusive), or his own slightly higher than average strength. Not that they needed to thrift broken things, considering Peter’s funneling money from offshore bank accounts belonging to this America’s 1%. They just made it so easy! He and Ned had been hacking into government bases in middle school back on his world. This world? Not even a challenge. Regardless, this was kind of like… Frank’s version of those fancy sensory boxes for Peter.

“Oh, no. It’s not plugged in, see?”

“How’re ya gunna know it works then?”

“Plug it in after I’m done. Turn it off and on, you know?”

Frank stared at him, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“If you burn down that portion of the house, at least we’ll be warm for a bit.”

“Thanks. Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“I do not! Excuse you! If I’m old, you’re the expired knock off cup ramen in the back of a convenience store!”

“Yo, shrimpy, that’s rude, ya hear?” Frank snickered, impressed at the quip. The Alley kid turned brother stood up to plop next to Peter.

“So… you gonna go…?” Frank made a whooshing sound and held his hand in a web shooter position.

“Tonight? Prolly. Anything I should look out for?”

“You’re gunna get yourself killed, but yeah, heard the gang’s back up north.”

Peter flashed a smile, dimples coming out. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Frank.”

“Anytime, Spidey.”

Frank, though little (to Peter), was a good friend. Then again, considering Peter saved his ass both in mask and out of it, it’s to be expected. One would think that after eight years of hiding his identity, Peter would be better at it. Then, he got punted into a different world and got made by a child.

To be fair, the circumstances all but screamed Parker Luck, so Peter’s not counting this instance.

See, the first few days of this sudden cohabitation, Peter had asked Frank to find them furniture. Both because he was getting real sick of eating on the floor and because Peter needed to fix his suit to match his much younger body. Then, once he readjusted the shrinking nanotech and the spider legs to fit him in a way that wouldn’t break him, Peter had promptly swung out of the building and went patrolling. He stuck with the wandering Frank, taking out muggers and robbers and everything in between and past that around the area where Frank is.

Looking back, Peter realized how lucky he was when he decided to go on the “helping joyride” at the beginning of the evening. His spider-sense activated way later in the night, the moment where he began seeing and sensing the cameras that kept pointing towards him. He ducked and dodged out of the way, and eventually, the feeling left. Somebody was watching. And he doesn’t know where they stood on the moral side of things.

Anyways, it happened after three weeks and a half of going out and just… settling into life in Gotham. He had already been struggling to find a way home, scouring the libraries around Gotham on any subject that would aid in his multiversal travel. Peter would like to know which emo kid named this city.

Eventually, Parker Luck decided to strike once more.

“Get back, freak!” The lady brandished a wicked knife.

Talk about deja vu.

“Oh no! Knives! My greatest weakness!” Spider-Man yelled, sticking to the shadowed windows as he let his voice echo in the alley. Gotham had a lot of nice hiding places. Spider-man dropped down on her head like a bat out of hell and webbed the knife out of her hands. He webbed the mugger up onto the alleyway above normal reach, and told the man to call the police.

Frank screamed, just as Spider-man wrapped it up, loud enough to reach his enhanced hearing.

“Wait-!” The man tried to stop him, but Peter, small, trained, and having readjusted his reach, slipped away.

“What’s your name?!” The guy he saved yelled at his back.

Spider-man, distracted, yelled back, “SPIDEY!”

He shot webs upwards and used them to slingshot his way towards where Frank was. And… car! Peter used his webs to swing up, up, and let himself fall to gain momentum. At the last moment, Peter shot a web to the top of the car and pulled himself to it.

Shit, shit, shit. He’s stupidly attached to the kid, and he was stupid enough to let Frank go out into Gotham looking both well-fed and well clothed.

The world slowed as he locked eyes with a terrified Frank, who was getting dragged into a car.

The world narrowed to speed and Spider-Man landed on top of the car roof, sweeping his leg out and thankfully remembering his much shorter reach. His foot collided with the kidnapper’s face with the equivalent force of a grown up, slightly annoyed Peter Parker who’s letting his strength go a bit unchecked. Basically, they went flying, blood spewing out of the undoubtedly broken nose Spider-Man had just given them.

Standing on business, the shorter webster promptly flipped down wards as he all but glued the would-be kidnapper to the curb.

“You alright?”

“You’re- You’re that new mask.” Frank whispered, scuttling away from the car where he’d been dropped.

“Yeah, man. You okay?” His voice modulator came in clutch.

“Fuck. Fuck, I gotta-” Frank stumbled. The kid looked like he was one bad break away from snapping. Peter hated it when kids got that terrified look on their faces, it reminded him of himself, helpless as Ben bled out because they should never have to fear something that much.

Something’s wrong, though. As much as Peter wished otherwise, Frank was a Gotham bred and true alley kid, through and through. These kids don’t spook easily. Peter already stopped a couple of kidnappings and at least two of the kids had yelled at him to stay out of the way before unloading a rain of nut kicks on their kidnappers that left Peter wincing for days in sympathy. Frank being this spooked? Something’s going on.

“Woah, easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

Frank shot him a half hysterical, half condescending look. Yeah, that’s more like it.

“Ob-obviously. I have to go before more of them comes,” Frank muttered.

“More of them? You know what they want?”

Frank stared at him, looking up and down at his blue, red, and gold ensemble.

“I can help,” Peter promised.

“What’re your thoughts on metas?”

Suspicious.

“Uh, they’re fine? Depends on the person, why?”

Frank sighed. The skinny teenager, barely 14, tugged at his hair. “They’re traffickers. Meta kids, mostly, so the Bats don’t do nothing. I- uh, I got caught.” He held up a thin wrist, showing Peter his new accessorie, a think metal bracelet that was beeping red.

Peter cursed in his head. Fuck, of course he’d stumble into a-

“Caught? You’re a meta?”

Frank nodded. “Strength. This is an inhibitor, illegal kind, you know?”

Well, that explained how he got all of those furniture without struggle.

“Right. Hey, don’t stress, kid, I’m a meta too.”

Frank blinked.

“What?”

Peter walked up the side of the car and did jazz hands.

“You’re a meta?! But- but you’re a mask operating in Gotham!”

“Yeah…? Is that weird?”

Before Frank could reply, Peter’s sense screamed and Spider-Man shoved Frank away from the spray of bullets.

“Move, Frank!”

Peter flipped away, vaguely aware of Frank’s gaping realization. He took down the shooters in quick succession, stopping the speeding car with his bare hands and some webs.

“Shooters, no shooting!” He yelled, liberally applying force he tended to keep under wraps. Frank was like a brother to him, and there is no universe where Peter Parker would hold back when his family was in danger.

When he got back to Frank, who had oddly stayed instead of running, Peter found out why the kid stayed.

“Peter?!” Frank hissed lowly, looking more pissed off than terrified. “Are you fucking insane?! Why are you running ‘round as a mask?!”

“Shhh!” Shit, he got made. “Come on, get back to the apartment and we can talk there. I’ll get rid of this-”

Peter casually snapped the bracelet in half, tearing the tracker out, and tucked it away to study later.

“Fuckin’- shit, fine, but you’re explaining everything, motherfucker!”

They split, Peter guessing correctly that he was in another lecture of a lifetime.

——

“Your vigilante name is Spiderman?”

“Hey, I can hear you say it without the hyphen! There’s a hyphen in there!”

“You’re not a man! You’re a twerp!”

“I’ll show you twerp, you-”

Five minutes of tussling later, in which Peter did not try to bite Frank’s arm off, thank you very much, Frank leaned back on the couch.

“Besides. People in the streets are calling you Spidey, anyways.”

“Spidey?”

“Some dude you saved from a mugging said you told him.”

Peter slammed his head on the floor where he was laying face down.

“Ughhhh.”

——

“He could have been great. I saw his potential.”

Anger. But he shouldn’t be afraid. The woman loved him.

“Hey, Peter. You’re up here again.”

“Hi.” Peter stayed curled up. His mind had refused him sleep for the last three nights, causing dark circles to appear underneath his eyes. The memories of what he assumed to be this world’s Peter was merging with his. What he’d seen so far did not fill him with confidence of a happy childhood. Flashes of wielding weapons, the sterile smell of a metal dissection table, and hundreds and hundreds of spiders crawling over him, getting startled into biting down. Plus, the stress of tracking down the meta trafficking circles in Gotham was no joke. He doesn’t know Gotham nearly as well as he knew New York, and he had to be extra careful running around and trying to catch every bit of the circle before making any moves. Frank was helping with his network of homeless Meta kids, but the traffickers were everywhere except for Crime Alley.

He should be dead. They sold his body to an organ harvester who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version.

“Everything all right?” Red Robin clambered down to sit next to him, cowl hiding the concerned scrunch of his brow. He’s never seen Peter like this.

Peter grumbled, staring down at another alleyway. He knows his alternate died. His shit excuse for another sold his body to an organ harvester, when he seized on the operating table, who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version. He does, however, have to worry about missing vital organs.

“I… remembered something.” Peter remembered a lot of things. And pretty much none of them were good. This Peter suffered a lot in his short life.

Red Robin nodded. The issue of Peter’s spotty memories had come up in their discussions over the past month.

“Ah. Something unpleasant?”

Peter thought back to the voice who, despite all of the other, highly traumatic memories, haunted his brain like nothing else.

“He didn’t live up to it. He refused to kill. So I made the decision for him.”

“Yeah. Not for me, but unpleasant that I know about it.”

“Yeah, I get that. You wanna talk about it?” Peter hid a small smile. Even though Red Robin kept his tone light, the concern still bled through. Warm. It made Peter feel warm. Even if it appeared that the Bats don’t really care about the trafficked meta kids… maybe Red Robin would come save normal kid Peter if he got kidnapped. A backup plan to consider. For now…

“Sure,” he said. Red Robin waited patiently.

“I think, I remember someone. Maybe, maybe my…” Peter grimaced. “My mom? She… told me something. And uh, I think I’maproductofrape.”

“Oh,” Red Robin said, so awkwardly that Peter had to crack a small smile despite the gravity of the topic. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too. Not myself, but for…” Peter waved a hand. “You know.”

“Yeah.”

“She wasn’t a good person,” Peter whispered and hated how he missed the browns of her eyes- her middle name was Marie, and god, Peter wished he hadn’t known that because he gets why her eyes reminded him so much of his own mother- and she besmirched everything Mary Parker stood for.

“You have our combined potential, Peter. Make sure not to be like him too much and live up to it, papito.”

“It’s okay, to love her even if she hurt other people,” Red Robin said, gently ruffling his greasy hair. Peter’s spidey-sense tingled and he ducked away. Red Robin withdrew his hand. “Because you can’t really help that. Trust me, I’ve tried. You just have to make sure they don’t get the chance to do what they did again.”

Cold, cold voices and his voice gave out from screaming. “You really are your father’s son. Never being able to do what’s necessary.”

And Peter wondered what happened to Red Robin and who hurt him. Peter would just like to talk. Red Robin reminded him of himself, way back when being Spider-Man meant finding out Harry became Green Goblin. Pained. Tired.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. But that’s not really a problem, considering the last thing the organ harvester said before dumping him in an alley. “She’s dead in a ditch in Siberia or something. I’m not really worried she’ll do it again.”

“Uh.”

“It’s cool,”

“Right. Have you… remembered your dad?”

“Yeah. He’s in Gotham,” Peter unfurled a little.

“You want help tracking him down? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Peter glanced at Red Robin. “I think you just admitted to being a stalker.”

“Vigilante,” Red Robin shrugged, like it explained everything. And yeah, it kind of did. Peter snorted.

“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to meet him anyways.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t know about me,” Peter ticked off his fingers. “I’m a literal walking, talking, breathing reminder of his trauma. And I don’t need a dad.”

Red Robin looked at him silently. Peter doesn’t think about it.

He never wanted to see his parents suffer. An alternate version of his dad, hurt so irrevocably by an alternate version of his mom?

Peter hated that this Catalina dirtied his mother’s name, and went against the most fundamental parts of what the spider symbol was meant for. And considering he’s been doing this longer than her, he had first dibs on defining it. He’ll look after his dad, as long as he’s stuck in Gotham. It’s only right.

“His name? Oh, my son, it’s Richard Grayson.”

——

Peter, who Trusts his instincts: no head rubs?? awwwww

Tim, who’s been trying to get a dna sample for the last month: how does he keep evading me?? He must be a genius or a spy or- *spirals down the conspiracy board*

——

Tim: I’ve connected the dots!

Peter: you’ve connected jack shit

——

Listen, the moment I learned Catalina Flores’ middle name, the pieces clicked, okay? Like legos. It’s like, former FBI agent in this one and former CIA agent in Peter’s home universe? Wow. Middle name Marie? Mary Parker? Incredible. Spider themes run in the blood apparently?? They both have brown eyes!! Trying to do good with no qualms about murder!! (I’m assuming since Mary Parker was SHIELD and I don’t think SHIELD cared much for the sanctity of human life if it threatened the country or something)

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Please tell me no one has drawn redson as the prowler yet

[grim-faux]

just had this thought about some adult/monsters whatever with a cup trying to get rid of a child nest, the same way people go at wasp nests that are occupied. The adult/monsters are fearful and hesitant, because once they stir up the nest those things will destroy them

And by things, we're referring to the children.

[buckysugar]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

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reader has a bad dream and struggles to maintain a balance between her big self and her little self. it doesn't help that all she wants is bucky, the man she wishes to be her daddy.

note: this my first fic so please be kinds !! i hopes you likes n maybe i writes more in the futures? thankies for readings, i lubs you 🎀☁️🫶🏽💗

you were a lonely baby when bucky met you. you had your family, sure, but they weren't there for you in the way you needed them to be. you'd just had a fall out with your best friend and had began isolating yourself from everyone and everything

it wasn't until peter found you at school, crying on a park bench in the rain, that things started to change for you. that was a few months ago. under the false pretence of moving away for college, you left your family and joined peter at the avengers tower after three months.

everyone loved you the moment they met you. you were so kind, so quiet and well-mannered. just so doll-like that no one could pick a bone with you. they hadn't known you were a little, and they still didn't but they wouldn't be surprised to find out. they all protected you and cared for you like you were their own. of course, you felt very out of place considering how quickly everything had happened but they all reassured you that they enjoyed having you around more than you knew. and with peter by your side, things were okay.

the one person who was iffy about you at first was bucky. he was too scared to come close, to taint your innocence with his darkness. over time, he came to realize how similar the two of you were in different ways and he let his wall break down. he opened up to you in the slightest of ways, and so did you. your feelings of hurt and anxiety still resided in your heart, but the avengers made you feel like you finally had a home. especially bucky.

"y/n, peter, what are you still doing up?" tony asked as he barged into the boy's room.

"we're just studying for a test, mr. stark. there's a lot to cram," peter replied in a tired voice, running a hand through his hair as the only light in the room came from his laptop and the bright city outside his window.

"okay, well this isn't the time to be studying, it's 1am. go to sleep," tony looked at him sternly, ready to walk out. "tiny, you look tired. head to bed, alright?"

"y-yes, sir," you nodded softly, giving him a smile.

"goodnight, kiddos. get some rest."

peter huffed, slamming his laptop aggressively. this caused you to flinch from your seat on the bed, making him give you an apologetic smile.

"i didn't realize how late it was," he spoke quietly, moving your book out of your lap. "let's get some rest, bug."

"mkay," you shuffled under the covers and made room for him to come in beside you. peter turned on the night light he kept for you in these instances before sliding into bed, opening his mouth to say something when he noticed the pout on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"i don't have squiggles."

"i got you," he tried easing your worries, pulling you into his chest. "you're safe with me, now close your eyes y/n/n."

"thank you, petey. goodnight."

--

"stop! where's my bucky? where's my daddy? i want him!" you shouted at the man in front of you.

"he's not coming back for you. he's gone, you're all alone like you always have been."

"i wan' him back," you cried, looking around through the foggy crowd of people around you. you didn't know where you were or who you were talking to, but you felt so alone and unsafe.

"you're alone now, y/n. nobody's coming to find you. you're trapped."

--

you woke up to heavy breaths, jolting upwards as you forced yourself awake. you were shaking like a leaf, heart beating rapidly against your chest as you looked down at peter who was sleeping soundly.

"wan' bucky," you whispered through tears, clutching the blanket to your chest. you were feeling so little right now, so scared and vulnerable.

you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to go bother or disturb him. the man rarely ever slept, but what if this time he was? you couldn't do it. but staring at the clock that read 3:14am, you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

he always told you to come to him whenever you needed him. you never did for fear of wasting his precious time but surely he wouldn't mind, if he wasn't asleep at least. you took a deep breath, using the back of your hands to wipe away the stray tears you didn't know had fallen. you carefully hopped over peter's sleeping frame and quietly made your way out of his room.

the hall was dark, making you let out a quiet whimper. your fingers clawed at your neck as you took shallow breaths, wishing you were holding squiggles right now for comfort. he always knew how to cheer you up.

"miss. l/n, you appear to be in distress. shall i alert mr. barnes?" F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice boomed, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"n-no, no, no. F.R.I.D.A.Y, b-be quiet. you'll wake everyone ups," you whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry, ms. l/n, it appears mr. barnes is already on his way."

"w-what?" your eyes widened, looking around as you heard heavy footsteps walking towards you.

your eyes cracked with tears as you couldn't see a thing, reminding you of your scary dream as a quiet sob made its way out of your mouth.

"hey, y/n/n, don't worry. you're okay, everything's okay, love," you heard the familiar voice.

"b-bucky, you here?" you asked the dark abyss, pulling your thumb into your mouth.

"hun, i'm right here. i'm walking towards you," bucky replied, not missing a beat. his voice didn't sound tired at all. in fact, he sounded more awake than ever.

as he reached you, he heard the little sounds coming from you and his heart ached. he carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and cry.

"plum, it's just me—"

you quickly ran into his arms and he held your quivering frame tight to his chest. you didn't want to speak, not in the hall where anyone could find you. you wanted to go to his room and let everything out, tell him all your fears and get the reassurance you so dearly needed.

"shh, shh. you're okay, my love, you're alright. i'm right here, i'm not leaving," he comforted, lifting you into his arms and taking you to his bedroom.

he locked the door behind him and sat on the bed, running a soft hand down your back as your tears soaked the skin on his neck.

"what happened, bug? what's got you so worked up?" he asked quietly, pulling you out of his chest.

you made a sound of disapproval before shoving your head back into the crook of his neck, just needing to be close to him.

"okay, okay. that's okay you can stay there," he rocked you slowly. "but can you please be the good girl i know you are and tell me what's wrong?"

you hiccupped, nodding your head. "t-the.. the guy t-took me.. n.. n you was gone!"

you balled his shirt in your fist, sobbing so hard your chest began to hurt. "was— was all 'lones n he.. he saids you wasn't gonna come backs."

"aw, my love," it clicked that you had a bad dream, the hurt in your voice tugging at his heartstrings. "i'm right here, i promise you i'll always find you wherever you are."

"was s-so scareds d.. da.. mm," you shook your head and stopped, finally taking the moment to actually realize where you were. you were with bucky, you couldn't call him daddy. but you were safe, no one was going to take him away from you and he wasn't going to leave you.

"thought.. thought you were g-gones," your voice cracked at the memory. a string of snot clung to his shirt through your cries and you wanted to laugh but you couldn't.

he kissed the top of your head, deciding again to try to get you to peak out from your hiding spot. he cupped your face in his hands, observing your red and teary eyes. he wiped the tears away softly before kissing both your cheeks as you hiccupped again. your lips were plump from the crying, and he continued looking down to notice scratches on the skin of your collarbone.

he'd have to talk to you about that in the morning, but for now he needed to get you back to sleep.

"you need a tissue," he mumbled, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing one. he placed it on your nose. "blow."

you listened like you always do, silent wetness still dripping from your cheeks but they were beginning to slow down. he through out the tissue after humming in satisfaction. his hands moved down to your neck, using his thumbs to rub soft circles under your ears as you sniffled. it felt good, really good. you closed your eyes, his touch being more than enough to bring you back down to earth.

"you feeling a little better, baby?"

"mhm," you nodded, wiping your face aggressively. "m sorry."

"no, no. don't ever be sorry. you're okay, my baby's alright. bucky's here, you'll never be alone, hm? it's all going to be okay," he pulled you back into his chest, cradling your head ever so gently.

"t-thank you, bubby."

he smiled at the nickname. "no thank you's. now, lets get the little one back to sleep, how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you whispered.

"good girl," he turned off the lamp by his bedside table and got himself into bed with you clinging to him like a koala bear.

he simply chuckled as you looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he could feel your heart beating against his chest, it was still a bit quick but not as fast as it was before which was a good sign. no more words were spoken from you but he kept uttering words of reassurance until your breathing slowed. his delicate voice and the feeling of his hand tapping your side lulled you to sleep in no time.

[cowboylikesvt]

Spider-boy! 🕸 🎸🎧

Pairing: spider-man!han jisung x black cat!reader

Genre: Smau with a lot of written parts. crack, humor, angst, fluff

Description: By day, Han Jisung lives a seemingly normal life. Your average college student that has above-average grades, enjoys playing video games, and works part-time at a record store. But by night he is Spider-Man, the masked vigalante with spider-like abilities he obtained after a once-in-a-lifetime encounter with a spider during an internship at a high-tech company. He thought fighting crime was a breeze—the occasional bank robberies, a few supervillain encounters, and the occasional run-in with Black Cat, the one person who gets under his skin the most. That was until a new, mysterious figure showed up, bringing new challenges and threats to the city, causing his life as he knew it to change forever.

Featuring: Stray Kids, Jeonghan and Dino of SVT, Karina and Ningning of Aespa, Jake of Enhypen, and more as the story progresses.

Warnings: Cursing, Dark humor, mature topics, implied 18+ relations (nothing descriptive but minors dni), written fight scenes, mentions of death and blood.

(will put specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter as needed)

I do not own the character spider-man or any other characters mentioned from the comics. This is a complete work of fiction and not intended to promote or associate directly with marvel or disney!

This is my first smau/fic so please be patient with me. I am a full time student. Also please ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes lmao

Profiles

The Sidekicks || The Pussycats || Others

Chapters

1. Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman Spiderboy

2. Better late than never

3. Extra Credit = Extra down bad

4. Putting the “C” in Physics

5. Wow, you really showed him

6. I just got my ass kicked

more tba….

[smallpwbbles]

Have the auntie/uncles for the turning peach au ayyy

I’ve also changed up the rules of how turning into a mystical beast works, so instead of it passing down through generations like in the movie it works when the ancestor (it’s Nuwa in this au) acknowledges that someone new has joined the fam and she gifts them the power of becoming a beast. So for example Pigsy marrying Tang meaning he has become part of the fam and SQ being adopted.

(Mostly did this to have freenoodles and not have it be weird lemme not lie)

Here’s the first design batch with MK, SWK and what not

[smilesatdawnmain]

Reverse Taken (Wukong's rage- After Math)

I like this Au. If I had the patience, I would make an official fanfic. I do not. My life would not allow that patience. SOOO- Imma give you small parts. Parts that are in my brain, that I will put together one post at a time.

Previous

Summary: The Spider Queen considers her next steps while soothing her little spiderling.

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The silence of the dark was shattered by a sudden outburst of tears. In the background, water dripped and patters of movement could be heard. Sitting alone in this quiet space was the Spider Queen, her hair loose and knotted against her back. Her face and neck were marked with bruises, and her eyes glinted with a steely anger.

“Hush now,” her voice was like silk as she ran her fingers through the fur of the whimpering child that sobbed against her lap. Xiaozhizhu sniffled again, bawling into his Mother’s dress. “Shhh, spiderling,” she whispered, her voice laced with a tenderness that starkly contrasted with the shadows encroaching around them. She lifted a lock of his curly fur, twirling it around her finger as she stared ahead. She hadn’t expected that King to arrive so soon. She thought she’d have more time. Her plans would have to be pushed up.

In the midst of her thoughts, she glanced down at this boy. Practically a grown man now, no longer that little cub she found wandering the streets, barely able to breathe. It was her who took him in. It was she who put the clothes on his back and kept his weak little immune system stable. That King did nothing to make this boy who he was, yet he dared to show his face and act as if she were some villain in his upbringing.

... Was she?

This little cub was her ticket to great things. He was her pawn in making this world bow before her. He was her own personal battery. Her’s to do what she wanted with. She had saved his life, and thus to repay that debt, he would do as she needed. He was her insurance that the Monkey King stayed in line! He was-!

He looked up, his cheeks flushed and eyes puffy, leaning into her hand. As small as the day she found him in her eyes. Fragile and looking at her like she held the moon and the stars.

Xiaozhizhu hicupped, his tears slowly subsiding as he clung to the Spider Queen. "T-they destroyed everything," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Our home..."

He was her's.

He was her cub.

The Spider Queen’s heart twisted, a flicker of, perhaps doubt igniting within the web of her ambitions. She grazed her thumb over Xiaozhizhu’s cheek, the soft warmth countering the chill that enveloped the cavernous lair. The echoes of his sobs faded slightly, and in that intimate silence, she realized that even though she had molded him into a tool for her plans, somehow… he too had molded her to fit right in his heart. A spot she hadn’t expected to be so warm.

All at once, the whispers of her ambition felt like poisonous tendrils curling around her throat, choking the breath from her lungs. She had tasted power before—rich and intoxicating—but this was different. This was a taste of something too sweet, too pure, like honey laced with venom. A part of her wanted to recoil, to sever the ties that bound her to this moment. But the other part—the one that had cradled the boy against her breast during long, dark nights—longed to protect him from the world’s harsh claws.

She has his Mother. He was her son.

Her son would stand by her side when they took over the world.

“Mother?” His voice was shaky but filled with a thread of trust that she could not bear to hear. She had not always been the kindest. Many days, she pushed the boy to his limit- to ensure he grew strong. She ignored his tears, and his fear, believing discipline was a crucible that would forge strength. Yet here he was, looking at her with those wide, innocent eyes, and in that gaze, she saw the reflection of her own monstrous nature flickering like a dying flame.

“Mother, are you okay?” He reached out, his hand trembling as it rested against her wrist, grounding her in that fragile moment. “Did he-” his lower lips trembled, knowing the Monkey King had hurt her. Had nearly killed her before he arrived to get her out of there. His eyes had glowed a sickening red and gold.

She inhaled sharply, the scent of damp earth mingling with her conflicting emotions, swirling like fog around her heart. “I am fine, sugar,” she whispered, but even to her own ears, the words felt hollow. Carefully she lifted his chin.

The accursed Monkey now knew of this little spiderling. If today was anything to go off of, he wasn’t going to relent either. Now that he knew Xiaozhizhu was his biological son- her leverage had crumbled like a fragile silk thread underfoot. She could no longer play the game as she once had; she was now exposed, vulnerable.

The Spider Queen's fingers trembled slightly as she stroked Xiaozhizhu's cheek. Her mind raced, calculating her next move, but her heart... her heart ached in a way she had never experienced before.

"Mother," Xiaozhizhu whispered, his voice hoarse from crying. "What they said... it's not true, is it? That the Monkey King is-"

The Queen's breath caught in her throat. This was her moment, her chance to cement her hold on the boy, to twist the truth and keep him bound to her forever.

The Spider Queen's fingers hesitated on Xiaozhizhu's cheek. For a fleeting moment, she considered spinning another web of lies - it would be so easy to further vilify the Monkey King, to paint herself as the victim and savior. But as she looked into those trusting eyes, something inside her crumbled.

"Sugar," she began softly, her voice wavering. “It is true that I found you alone in this city, with no one to care for you. It is also true, that the King’s blood runs through your veins. Your power- your gift, they come from the other end of that blood- the six-eared Macaque.”

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "W-what?" he stammered, pulling back slightly from his mother's touch. "But... but you always said..."

The Spider Queen sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her deception. "I never thought it was important for you to know, sugar." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she forced herself to continue. "When I found you, I knew who you were. I knew of your heritage. But I still took you in.” she cupped his face, “You are mine. My cub.” her gaze narrowed, sharpening to a possessive affirmation. “I know not why that King casted you aside, but he did.”

Xiaozhizhu's mind reeled, struggling to process this new information. His whole world was crumbling around him, everything he thought he knew about himself and his origins suddenly cast into doubt.

“But... but why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“I never hid that you were not a spider, spiderling.” she says, fingers cleaning the smudges on his cheeks. “You were never mine by blood, and you knew that. To admit you are the blood of that Monkey King-” she scowled, “It would bring you endless danger. Not to mention… one is not allowed to claim something that they cast aside. I never told you that you were his, because you are not his. Not anymore.”

Xiaozhizhu's head spun as he tried to process his mother's words. He supposed that was… true. "But... but MK," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "He said we were... brothers. Twins."

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the Monkey Kid, "Yes," she said, her voice tight. "It seems you do have a twin. The one the Monkey King chose to keep."

Xiaozhizhu flinched.

“I had never seen him before to really know you were twins.” she admits. “That Monkey King keeps his family safe guarded at his mountain. I cared not for what he did… You were my focus.”

Xiaozhizhu's breath caught in his throat, his mind reeling with this new information. Twins. He and MK were twins. The boy he'd befriended, the one who'd been trying so hard to pull him away from a life of crime... was his brother.

"But... but why?" he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would they keep him and not me?"

The Spider Queen's eyes softened, a mixture of genuine sympathy and calculated manipulation swirling in their depths. "Oh, my sweet prince," she cooed, stroking his cheek tenderly. "I wish I had an answer for you. The ways of the powerful are often cruel and incomprehensible to those they deem... lesser."

Xiaozhizhu's eyes welled with fresh tears, his lower lip trembling. "Am I... am I lesser?" he whispered, voice cracking.

The Queen's eyes flashed dangerously. "Never," she hissed, cupping his face in both hands. "You are extraordinary, my little spider.” she drew him against her, patting his back as she had when he was so small. “I am your Mother,” she reminded him.

Xiaozhizhu clung tightly to the Spider Queen, his mind still reeling from the revelations. He buried his face against her shoulder, seeking comfort in her familiar embrace. "But why now?" he mumbled, his voice muffled. "Why did they come looking for me after all this time?"

The Spider Queen stroked his hair gently, her voice soft but tinged with bitterness. "Who can say what goes through the minds of such beings? Perhaps they finally realized what they had thrown away. Or perhaps," her eyes narrowed, "they simply want to use you for their own purposes now that you've grown into your powers."

Xiaozhizhu pulled back slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion and hurt. "Use me? But MK... he's always been kind to me. He's tried to help me..."

The Spider Queen's lips curled into a sad smile. "Oh, my sweet prince. Kindness can often be a mask for ulterior motives. Sugar, we must be careful. The King…” Her voice trailed off as a flicker of sorrow passed through the boy’s gaze. “He will come for you.”

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, a flicker of fear passing through them. "Come for me?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

The Spider Queen nodded solemnly. "Yes, my dear. Now that he knows of your existence, he will not rest until he has you in his grasp." She cupped his face gently, her eyes boring into his. "But I will not let that happen. You are mine to protect, to nurture. I will not let him take you from me."

Xiaozhizhu's eyes widened, a mix of fear and uncertainty swirling in their depths. He stammered, "But what if...” he licked his lips, glancing to the side- distant and wondering, “What if they really do want me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if they're sorry?"

The Spider Queen's grip on him tightened slightly, her eyes flashing with a possessive glint. "Oh sugar," she said, her voice silky smooth but with an edge of steel, "If they truly wanted you, they would have come for you years ago. They had their chance, and they chose to discard you." She stroked his cheek. To her, this was no lie. She truly did not know why that Monkey would leave this boy- truly. And a woman like her was not likely to believe it was not without intention. If that simian wanted this boy back after all this time- he would need to pry him from her cold dead hands.

Xiaozhizhu's eyes welled with fresh emotion, conflicting sensations warring within him. Part of him desperately wanted to believe that his newfound "family" truly cared, that there was some explanation for their absence all these years. But another part, the part that had been nurtured by the Spider Queen's love and guidance, recoiled at the thought of trusting those who had abandoned him. "I... I don't know what to think," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Everything's so confusing."

The Spider Queen pulled him close once more, cradling his head against chest. “Then let yourself be confused. Trust in me, for now.” The Spider Queen held Xiaozhizhu close, feeling his body tremble with confusion and fear. She stroked his hair gently, her voice soft but firm. "I know this is all overwhelming, my little prince. But remember, I have always been here for you. I have never abandoned you, never cast you aside."

Xiaozhizhu sniffled, clinging to her like a lifeline. "I know, Mother," he whispered. "But what do we do now?" he asked, his voice small and uncertain. "Our home is destroyed. The Monkey King knows about me. MK..." his voice caught on his friend's - his brother's - name.

The Spider Queen's eyes narrowed as she contemplated their next move. "We'll rebuild, my dear. We always do." She gently tilted Xiaozhizhu's chin up, meeting his gaze. "As for the Monkey King and his... son," she paused, carefully choosing her words, "we must be cautious. They may try to manipulate you, to lure you away from me."

Xiaozhizhu's brow furrowed, a flicker of uncertainty passing through his eyes. MK wasn’t to be trusted… so then… why did he feel so much pain coming from his other half. Desperation, fear- MK was looking for him. Had always been looking for him. Instead of voicing this, he nodded his head quietly.

“Okay, Mother.”

With that quiet affirmation, the Spider Queen began to weave her plans, her fingers moving like silk threads through the air, as if crafting a tapestry of strategy and resolve. “Tonight,” she said, her voice laced with purpose, “we will gather the remnants of our lost home. In the shadows, we will rebuild our strength.” her eyes gleamed in the shadows, “Then, we reveal what Syntax has been hard at work on.” she gripped her cub’s arms- where small unseen puncture marks lay below his fur. Years of collecting, gathering, all coming down to this single night.

Xiaozhizhu swallowed hard, quietly rubbing his arm. “Yes Mother,” he bowed his head.