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khalixascorner · 2 years

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Be My Baby Mama Pt 9

Summary: Peter and SIM Tony accidentally end up pregnant when they spend a heat together. They decide to keep the pup but how are a superhero and a supervillain supposed to do this whole parenting thing? And what's everyone else going to say when they find out?

“Umm, Mr. Stark, can I ask you something kind of personal?” Peter asked, not sure if he was going insane or if it was actually possible. Stark raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go on. “Are you on birth control?” Stark just looked at him like he had grown a second head, then paled for a moment before his expression totally locked down behind a blank mask.

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Tags: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Villain Tony Stark, Mafia Typical Violence, no smut guys, It's all fluff, A little angst, Mpreg, Mating, SIM Tony Stark, sorta, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Age Difference, Aged-Up Peter Parker, baby Stark, Crack Treated Seriously, Just a crack taken seriously fic where Peter and Tony get pregnant, have a pup, and fall in love, Tony is very bossy and Peter says Yes Omega all the time

When Penny hit six months, both of them decided it was time to get back to their day to day lives. Peter signed up for classes again, though he opted to stay virtual so someone would be home with Penny, and Tony started going back into the office again. It was a gradual shift, which was good because the first few times Penny wanted mama when Tony wasn’t around, Peter about cried.

Jarvis found a simple solution by playing videos of Tony for her though, or connecting them through video chat if the other man wasn’t in a meeting. It wasn’t foolproof, but it eased the separation for all of them, and helped them to adjust back into a normal schedule.

Tony also would take her occasionally, so that she could see where mama worked and see that daddy could be on the video too. Jarvis took great joy in sending Peter the recordings of those days, as they were often hilarious. Peter’s favorite so far was the board meeting.

Tony had been wearing Penny in a wrap that day, and she was feeling restless but he had a quarterly meeting with the board that he couldn’t miss. Honestly, Penny was easy to keep entertained most days though, so Tony decided to push through it. He brought the playpen, a bag of toys, and the wrap plus plenty of snacks as well. It looked like a mini day care but the board could deal with it or they could leave. The building said Stark after all, not “the Board.”

Penny played well for the first hour while Tony was forced to suffer through the board droning on about profit margins and dividends. She was back in Tony’s lap by the time they hit new contracts, and Tony was walking around rocking her when the board stepped on a landmine.

“I’m sorry, do you want to run that by me again, because I swear I just heard you say you want to cut the budget of the R&D department by almost 20% when 30 fucking minutes ago, you were plotting out how big of a bonus you should get this year,” Tony hissed, trying not to raise his voice and disturb the nearly sleeping Penny.

“Now, Tony-”

“Nope, you know what, fuck off. I won’t approve it,” Tony said, shutting down the patronizing alpha. “If this company is making money at all, it first goes to R&D because that’s the department that gives us shit to sell.”

“Stark, you have increased that budget by 5% or higher for the last 10 years running,” one of the members said and Tony glared at him.

“We’ve seen huge payouts each year, so clearly my methods work,” Tony retorted, stopping to shush Penny when the pup started to stir.

“Or you’re just throwing money at the problem instead of requiring them to be responsible with their projects,” another alpha huffed.

Tony had to take a deep breath before he replied, and even then, he knew his voice had a sharp edge.

“The only reason SI stands so far above the rest is because of our investment in the future,” Tony said.

“That’s bullshit and we all know it,” Thomas, one of the longest sitting members, said. “Your connections give us the best contracts, not your damn research.”

“I assure you, our military contracts would dry up if we weren’t the best,” Tony retorted.

“And all of the private ones from 'security firms?'” Thomas pushed and this time Tony couldn’t bite back the growl.

“You wouldn’t happen to be insinuating that I do anything illegal that would affect my very much legal company now, would you?” Tony asked, his voice dangerously soft. Tony went to say more but Penny interjected instead.

“Bababa ba da mama da bah duh ba!” the pup said forcefully, flailing wildly.

Tony was stunned as the girl continued to babble at his board in a tone that reminded Tony of Peter. Specifically, she was mimicking how the alpha would chastise her when she was causing trouble. He burst into laughter, unable to contain it as their daughter very clearly channeled her daddy to put his board in their place. Watching his board’s faces go beet red was the icing on the cake.

“Alright little miss, don’t worry. Mama won’t let the big dumb alphas mess up your inheritance,” Tony cooed. Penny stopped her rant at Tony’s voice and turned around to pat her mama’s cheek, and Tony patted her back. “It’s fine, bug, totally fine.”

The board members grumbled but didn’t dare say anything after Tony shot them a pointed glare.

“Jarvis, save that for the baby book and send it to Peter,” Tony said as Penny settled back down. Peter nearly died laughing when he saw the feed later that day, and made sure to praise Penny while smothering her in kisses when she finally came home with Tony.

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Peter’s classes were soon in full swing, and he felt like they really had a handle on things. So when his professors insisted he go on campus for his finals, he packed up his things and dropped a nearly 9 month old Penny with Tony for the day.

She had done really well keeping her mama company through meetings and work on days when Peter had lab work that was a bit more delicate, so he had no problems dropping her off with Tony for his finals. He kissed them both goodbye, then headed out. All of his tests were scheduled back to back, and he could start the next one as soon as he was ready, so if all went well, he would be done in just a few hours. It was the longest he’d be truly away from them and not just an elevator ride down to see his mate and child.

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The morning flew by and he pushed through test after test confidently. He even managed to finish early, so he called Tony to check in. Only no one answered. Then he tried Jarvis, but the AI didn’t respond.

Unease brought his spidey sense to life, and he called Pepper, praying that she answered.

“Peter? Dear god, please tell me it’s actually you,” Pepper’s voice said as the call connected.

“It’s me. What’s going on?” Peter asked, fear making his chest clench.

“It’s Tony and Penny. They’re gone and Jarvis is down, and we can’t get anything back up,” Pepper said frantically.

“Send a car for me,” Peter said firmly. “Someone I’ll know by sight. Tony taught me a bit about Jarvis in case of emergency but I have to be there to fix it.”

“Alright, I’m sending Happy. Rhodey is already calling in favors too,” Pepper said, and Peter tried to breathe. He wasn’t alone. They would get his family back.

“Was he supposed to be in a meeting when he disappeared?” Peter asked, trying to focus.

“Yes, but it wasn’t with anyone concerning. Just a review of an investment we made last year before he went on maternity leave,” Pepper said. “The visitors that checked in didn’t flag any issues, I don’t think, but everything turned into a mess so fast.”

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll find them,” Peter said firmly, unwilling to consider any other alternative.

“You’re right,” Pepper said, taking a deep breath. “Ok, Happy is on his way, you should see him soon.”

“Ok, I’ll be waiting.”

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Happy got there in record time, and Peter distantly wondered how many laws he’d broken doing it, and how many more they’d break to rescue his mate.

They stayed silent on the way home, Peter already running through his plan. First thing was to fix Jarvis. As much as Peter wanted to run after whatever clue he could find, Jarvis would make it easier while also keeping their home base protected so they’d have someplace safe to return to.

After that, he’d scour the film and set Jarvis to tracking Tony and Penny. Tony had an implant and Penny had her baby bracelet that ostensibly was a medical alert charm but also had a bunch of extra features courtesy of her mama. Depending on what he found, he’d either be planning murder or planning a trade.

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Peter was furious when he got Jarvis back up and saw who had taken his family. He was halfway out of the lab, intending to grab his old suit before he realized Jarvis was trying to get his attention.

“If I may, sir, Boss assumed you would want to return to your role as Spider Man at some point, and he wanted you protected when you did,” Jarvis said. A wall panel opened, revealing a gold, blue, and red suit Peter had never seen before.

“He made that, for me?” Peter confirmed, chest tightening again.

“When you first mated,” Jarvis replied. “Although he has continually updated it since.”

“Alright, Jarvis, show me how to get into this thing, then fire up some of the legion. We’re going to get my family back.”

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Peter hitched a ride on a legionnaire as they followed the signal from the trackers. They appeared to be near each other, so either their kidnappers had found the trackers and removed them, or his family was being held in the same building. A building that Peter was quite familiar with, which both made this easier and more infuriating.

Still, Peter kept his anger in check as he broke into the Avengers' compound. Jarvis was awaiting his signal as he made his way towards Penny’s tracker. Their plan was to get to her first and extract her. Then Peter would go for Tony.

His alpha instincts raged, wanting nothing more than to simply free Tony and tear apart every warm body that stood in their way, but he didn’t dare risk it with Penny unable to protect herself.

When he found Penny alone in a cold room, barely moving while hooked up to monitors, all rational thought went right out the window. He dropped in from the vent and called Jarvis to his location.

He could hear the legionnaires crashing through the walls with no regard for anything or anyone in their way. Peter stood on guard in the meantime, ready to handle anyone or anything that came through the doors without his permission.

Once back up had arrived, Peter scooped Penny up, ripping off the monitors as carefully as he could. She was so out of it that she barely stirred despite his constant scenting and nuzzling.

“Jarvis, get her to Dr. Cho immediately,” Peter ordered, securing her inside one of the suits with a swaddle of webbing. “Take an extra suit to protect this one. I can handle myself here just fine.”

Jarvis acknowledged the command and swept back into the air, every legionnaire present ensuring the main suit made it clear before returning to the compound. Meanwhile, Peter began making his way to Tony, no longer caring about sneaking or staying calm. Everyone here was an enemy as far as he was concerned, and if they got in his way, well, they only got what they deserved for taking his mate and child. The suit was red anyway.

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Tony knew something was up when he felt the building literally shudder around him. He couldn’t hear the explosions in the soundproof room, but he could feel them rocking the foundations. His first guess was Rhodey had found him and brought War Machine. Maybe Happy or Pepper had gotten Jarvis up and sent the Iron Legion. What he didn’t expect to see was his mate wearing the new suit he had made him flanked by two legionnaires.

Peter didn’t even bother with the locking system, instead just ripping the door from its hinges. The suit’s mask peeled back and Tony had to bite back a gasp. He hadn’t ever thought he’d see his alpha like this, hackles raised and eyes lost to bloodlust. And yet, here Peter stood before him, dripping with the blood of his enemies and clearly ready to remove more from this plane of existence.

“Jarvis, where’s Penny?” Tony asked as his tech synced.

“Master Peter has already rescued the little miss, and she’s been delivered home by an escort of legionnaires,” Jarvis responded and Tony sighed in relief. With her safely out of the way, they had a lot more options.

While Tony's first instinct was to let his endosym encase him and join his alpha in taking revenge, he knew Peter would struggle with what he had done later, so it was better to minimize the damage. With that in mind, he took a deep breath and stepped in front of Peter.

“There you are, my alpha,” Tony crooned, projecting a calm aura. “You did so well coming to rescue us.”

Tony stepped forward slowly, purring as he went. The alpha watched him but also kept looking around, waiting for the next attack. Still, he let Tony close without protest, deferring to his Omega as always. Tony scented him first, running his wrists along Peter’s necks and down his body. Beneath his hands, the alpha relaxed slightly.

“I’m so proud of you, Alpha, but now it’s time to listen to your Omega,” Tony said, scruffing Peter like he’d done many times before. His tone was firm but still softer than when Peter was in trouble. “Time to come back to me, Alpha. Be a good boy and focus on my voice.”

Peter’s eyes slowly started focusing more as Tony kept a firm grip on the alpha. He kept up the stream of praises, purring when he wasn’t talking and trying to ground his alpha in his scent.

Eventually, Peter focused properly on him.

“Tony?”

His mate’s voice was so fragile that Tony immediately drew him in, tucking Peter’s head into his neck where Tony’s scent was strongest.

“There’s my little spider,” Tony said, still keeping his voice smooth and calm. “You were such a good Alpha. Came to get us back so fast.”

“Tony, Omega, They- I-” Peter choked back a sob and Tony just held him tight.

“You did what you had to, to protect Penny and I,” Tony said firmly. “There is no need to feel bad or guilty about whatever you might have done.”

“They had her locked up in a cold room,” Peter whispered. “Just all alone, and it was so empty and she wouldn’t wake up.”

“It’s ok, love. You’ve got her to safety,” Tony said fiercely. “And now, they know what happens if they touch our baby.”

Peter nodded, taking deep gulping breaths of Tony’s scent before pulling back again.

“I sent Penny with Jarvis to Dr. Cho. Can we go to them, Omega?” Peter asked, and Tony nodded. Sure, a part of him was tempted to rain more death and destruction down upon SHIELD and their cronies, but he was more tempted to take his mate and their child and curl up in their rooms for a few weeks. Jarvis and Rhodey could handle cleaning up this time.

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In the end, they spent three weeks barely leaving the penthouse. Much of it was spent cuddled up in their bed with him on one side, Peter on the other, and Penny safe between them. The pup probably recovered fastest from the ordeal, bouncing back to her energetic self as soon as the sedatives wore off. Of course, it all probably seemed like a bad dream to her with how quickly Peter had found them.

For Peter though, it had shaken him to his core. He had been so focused on just living their lives that he had forgotten how dangerous it could be. Tony soothed him and promised to fix it. He designed an emergency rescue suit for Penny, planned upgrades for Jarvis, and had Peter talking to someone Tony trusted.

Even at the three week mark post kidnapping, the alpha was still anxious but he was determined to get their lives back to normal.

“It's ok, I just have to keep working on it,” Peter had said as Tony got ready for work. “But I’m not going to move past it if I don’t show my brain that it really is ok.”

Tony just kissed him sweetly and scented him again. Then he grabbed Peter’s hair and yanked back, exposing the alpha’s neck and mating mark. Peter whimpered then calmed as Tony bit over his mark again. It always helped to ease the anxiety, a promise for the future and reassurance that their bond was still strong.

“Everything is going to be fine, alpha,” Tony said firmly. “And even if it’s not, we will make it fine.”

Peter nodded as best as he could but Tony didn’t let go.

“Look at me, Alpha,” Tony said fiercely. “I am Iron Man, and you are Spider-Man. Nothing and no one can keep us apart and heaven help the world if they ever harm Penny because we will rain hellfire down on them.”

“Yes, Omega,” Peter replied, as responsive as ever to his omega’s control.

“Good. Now please try to have a good day, alpha mine,” Tony said, pulling Peter in for one last kiss. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Have a good day, Tony,” Peter said with a soft huff. “And pretty sure I should be saying that to you.”

“Probably, but you know I’d never listen.”

Peter smiled and as his mate walked out of the penthouse, his heart didn’t feel quite so tight as it had.

#khalixa writes #mads made me do it #starker #tony stark/peter parker #omegaverse #mafia au #omega tony #alpha peter #mafia boss tony

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yurimother · 3 years

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LGBTQ Manga Review — I'm in Love with the Villainess Vol. 1 (Manga)

A New Look on a Compelling and Innovative Series

A manga adaptation of one of the best and queerest Yuri light novels I have ever seen, what is not to love! As a massive proponent of the light novels, I eagerly followed I'm in Love with the Villainess began serialization in Comic Yuri Hime last year. I am thrilled to get my hands on the first English volume, and now that it is finally out (digitally at the time of writing), I am equally delighted to read over the start of Rae and Claire's journey once again. Getting to see my favorite isekai protagonist and her bratty noble crush in full illustrations is terrific. However, it does not make for a completely flawless work.

I'm in Love with the Villainess follows Rei Ohashi, an avid otome gamer who dies and is reincarnated as Rae Taylor in her favorite game, "Revolution." Rather than chase any of the game's handsome bachelors, all students at the Royal Academy in the European-inspired fantasy world, Rae heads straight for her favorite character, the game's villainess! Rae begins to relentlessly tease the bratty and elitist Claire, much to the latter's frustration. Soon a rivalry forms between the two girls, but despite Claire's taunts and coldness, Rae is determined to stay by her side and protect her.

The increased focus provided to Claire and Rae's early relationship will be noticeable to light novel readers. While Inori's writing focuses mainly on world-building in the first several chapters, the manga makes the wise choice to condense much of this information for the sake of reading. Blocks of exposition work poorly in the manga compared to prose. However, establishing a setting is not completely thrown out the window. There are several small conversations and explanations of key aspects of the world. After quickly setting the story, the characters are left with room to explore.

Claire and Rae are the most enjoyable part of this manga. Rae is eager and doting, with a touch of masochistic. On the other hand, Claire is more arrogant, often looking down on peasants like Rae, and is continuously infuriated by her affection. A hilarious rivalry starts to spring up between the two, with Claire pranking or mocking Rae and then getting outraged when she revels in the attention and teases Claire by expressing her undying affection.

These interactions also further the story. They establish the dynamic between our two heroines and add more detail to the political situation and tensions between the commoners and nobility, the series’ main plotline. Interestingly, while Claire may believe commoners inferior, she also sees it as her responsibility to protect and instruct them in her very elitist way. Noticeably none of the torments she subjects Rea could ever cause permanent harm or damage. It is a fascinating insight into this character's mental state, and even in the first volume seeing her start to change and become more aware slowly is fascinating.

Much of the rivalry is comedy and often plays out as such. However, some readers may find it slightly off-putting and understandably see the dynamic as Rae sexually harassing Claire. I strongly encourage you to give this series a chance. This book will undoubtedly be the worst volume of an incredible series. Once I'm in Love with the Villainess breaks into its stride of exploring queer and socioeconomic issues, some point in the next volume based on reading the serialized chapters, I promise it will become a quick favorite. If you know you may not be able to overlook its immediate faults during the wait, consider holding off on the mage until after the second book is out and get them together.

Much of the previously mentioned content is the same or strongly similar to the light novels, perhaps a touch more emphasis on Claire's early hostilities; however, there are some significant points unique to the manga to consider. For one, Aonoshimo's artwork is fantastic! The characters and backgrounds are distinct, with only slight adjustments for the more comedic or dramatic stylistic choices. No matter the panel's tone, though, it is always easy to read without oversimplification. Aonoshimo also relies on very standard square or rectangle panels during most of the manga, but occasionally produces more dynamic boundaries and layouts for action and service scenes. Lastly, all the characters are on full display. It suddenly becomes a lot easier for light novel readers to picture their favorite moments. It is a lovely treat for returning readers as the visuals aid the characters, allowing us to clearly see Rod as the strong-willed if slightly aloof prince and understand how Maximillion Pegasus-cosplayer Thane is the most unpopular character in the fictional otome game when they are displayed visually.

There are some other vital factors to consider when reading the manga. For one, every character's personality was dialed up a few points, with Rae being a touch more physically affectionate and masochistic and Claire more easily exacerbated. However, the manga and the English translation takes many quirks and exaggerates them further, reducing the series’ performance. For example, while Claire's actions show the complicated relationship to commoners described above, her dialogue contains a surprising amount of vitriol and vulgarity that stands out notably.

Additionally, while Rod is usually the perfect if slightly detached prince acting as the occasional voice of reason in early chapters, his dialogue here appears laughable indifferent and meanspirited. As I'm in Love with the Villainess is one of a very few series that I follow the monthly serializations of in magazines, I was surprised to see this dialogue, as it did not stand out to me in the Japanese version (admittedly, the manga did overblow everyone's personality to some extent for comedic effect). I feel it changes the characters for the worse — do not get me wrong here, calls for "literal translation" are as unfavorable as they are uninformed. Still, the work feels careless at times.

Finally, there is the service. While the first volume contains virtually no romantic caresses or sweeping panels of scenery we associate with Yuri, there is a fair amount of salacious content. Of course, there are Rae's desperate and overblown expressions of admiration for Claire and her slight case of masochism. However, towards the end of the volume, Aonoshimo shows some skin. In one scene, Rae helps Claire get dressed and very openly admires her body, accompanied by some close-up panels of her back, stomach, and butt. There is also a very exposed bathing scene, although light covers the most explicate bits. It is obviously garish, though it tonally fits with Inori and Aonoshimo's more comedic manga interpritation and even includes some wholesome interactions with Claire and Rae alongside the sexualized comedy. Reader's millage will vary here, but I enjoyed it.

This first outing of Aonoshimo's I'm in Love with the Villainess manga adaptation is very likely to be the weakest entry in a phenomenal series to follow. The manga does a fantastic job of bringing the original light novels to life in a new visual format. The artwork is excellent, and the story condensed with a slightly different focus that maintains the feel of the original while providing manga audiences with entertainment that does not feel constrained or lacking. However, the gradual pacing of the plot and the main characters' relationship means that the volume leaves off before showcasing the meat of the series and most of its best features. There is a little bit of the stumble out of the gate, and both the publisher and the manga will likely have to course correct in future volumes or else risk destroying the development and voice of the series remarkable characters. I still recommend the series, but unless you are a diehard fan of the original like you, you might wait a year or so until we have the second volume and can enjoy a more complete vision of Inori's intricate and groundbreaking story.

Ratings: Story – 8 Characters – 7 Art – 9 LGBTQ – 9 Sexual Content – 6 Final – 8

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Thanks to Joshua Hardy, Courtney Williams, Peter Adrian Behravesh, and the rest of the team at Seven Seas for their hard work.

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Marigami: Immaculate (One-Shot)

@purplerose244 requested Marigami. Thanks for the suggestion! ^.^

Summary: With Marinette’s support and encouragement, Kagami finally decides to be true to who she is.

Read it on AO3: Marigami: Immaculate

“Is everything okay, Kagami?” Marinette called out over the murmur of the other party guests as she approached the little table on the edge of the room where Kagami was standing.

Kagami blinked, eyes coming to focus on Marinette’s strapless, light pink cocktail dress with its tiered skirts and cute little bows: one at the waist in the center and the other at the top left, right over Marinette’s heart, drawing Kagami’s gaze to Marinette’s chest.

“Kagami?” Marinette called again, setting down her champagne flute on the table and gently reaching out to press her hand to Kagami’s forehead.

She delivered her verdict: “You’re a little hot.”

Kagami let out a snort of laughter. “Only a little hot? I thought you told me I, quote-unquote, ‘rocked the pantsuit lesbian look’.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and gave her girlfriend a playful hip-check. “Forgive me. I meant to say, ‘you’re a smoking hot fox’.”

Kagami shook her head, a mix of pleased and amused, but then her smile gradually petered out as her former thoughts nudged back into the forefront of her mind.

“Are you okay?” Marinette asked again, eyes narrowing in concern. “I know parties aren’t really your thing. Do I need to take you home? You’re looking kind of out of it.”

“No. That won’t be necessary,” Kagami assured. “I’m fine. Please go back to schmoozing with industry contacts. This is an important event for furthering your career.”

Marinette pursed her lips, gingerly brushing a stray bang back behind Kagami’s ear. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kagami nodded. “I was just thinking. That’s all.”

Marinette arched an eyebrow. “About what? You looked troubled before I came over here.”

Kagami bit her lip. “…Adrien had me read this manga the other day. There’s this one character who all the other girls think is perfect. They’re so sure they know who she is that they don’t give her the opportunity to define herself, so the girl tries her best to be the person they think she is, but it makes her miserable.”

Marinette nodded for Kagami to keep going as she tried to follow the thread of Kagami’s thoughts.

“Things come to a head when the girls are doing this play. In the end, the girls’ characters all sling mud at each other, but they don’t want the one girl to participate in the mud throwing because they don’t think it suits her—or who they think she is, rather,” Kagami continued. “But the girl doesn’t want to be the only one left clean. She doesn’t want to be excluded. She finally tells the truth and shows them her real self…and they accept her.”

Kagami looked up at Marinette searchingly. “It made me think about myself. I’ve spent most of my life letting others define who I am without ever fighting it and telling people who I really am.”

She swallowed and kept going. “I wonder if I need to metaphorically sling mud and get dirty like everyone else too. I wonder if I should be more honest…if that would free me from the box I feel like I’m stuck in.”

“How would you want to go about that?” Marinette tentatively pressed.

“First off, I think I’d like to stop hiding our relationship,” Kagami realized. “I think I’d like to be the real me outside our small circle of friends.”

Marinette bit her lip, uncertain. “Your mother won’t like it, but…if that’s something that will make you happy, I support you. Are you sure about this?”

Kagami nodded, lacing her fingers through Marinette’s. “I have the most beautiful, talented girlfriend on the face of this earth. I’m proud of you, proud that you chose me. I’ve wanted to share that with the world for a long time. I’ve just been too afraid.”

A sparkling grin spread from one side of Marinette’s face to the other, and she gave Kagami’s hand a squeeze.

“Okay. I’m ready whenever you are,” Marinette assured, unable to contain her excitement.

Kagami leaned in and pressed a long, firm kiss to Marinette’s lips, for once heedless of whomever might see.

“I’m ready,” Kagami announced. “I’ve kept myself clean and neat and safe for far too long.”

#Marigami #Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Kagami Tsurugi #MLB #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Fluff #Flirting #Writing Prompts #Mikau's Writings #Le Carnaval

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Oh My God, They Were Roommates

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: You’re tired of denying your relationship in every interview, but Tom insists on keeping it a secret. Lucky for you, he’s terrible at keeping secrets

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Secretly dating Tom Holland was not an easy job. You were his on and offscreen girlfriend, no people naturally wanted you to be together in real life. Towards the beginning of your relationship, you both agreed to keep it private. You’d managed to deny relationship rumors for over a year until you discovered something:

You and Tom were really really bad at keeping it a secret.

Far too many times, you’d do or say something that confirmed your relationship. And far too many times, you’d have to go on twitter to say it was a joke and that you and Tom were just friends. You hated lying to your fans about the nature of your relationship, and Tom wasn’t fond of it either. You didn’t want to lie anymore. You were ready for the world to know. And yet, the worst secret keeper in Hollywood was determined to keep it a secret.

It all started with social media.

You had stirred up rumors that you and Tom were dating when you dyed your hair red after being cast as MJ and posted a photo of it, captioning it “Face it tiger…”. Tom couldn’t help himself from commenting “I hit the jackpot.” The Spider-Man and MJ reference did not go over people’s heads and the rumors were born.

“This would be such a cute way to confirm our relation.” You smiled as your scrolled through the comments of your picture. “We should tell them.”

“Not yet, darling. I’m not ready for the world to know.” Tom said, much to your disappointment.

“Okay. No, I get it.” You gave him a small smile and kissed his cheek, dropping the subject.

A few weeks later, you sent out a tweet that read, “Tom just hit a pothole so hard that he’s American now.”, leaving fans to wonder why you were together on your day off.

“They caught us. They know we’re on a date.” You said from the passenger seat.

“Friends can hang out on days off. That doesn’t mean we’re a couple.” Tom replied and you looked over at him.

“But we are a couple.” You reminded him, a little hurt at his phrasing.

“They don’t need to know that. I wouldn’t even respond to it. Don’t feed the flame.” Tom shrugged and shot you a smile. You faked a smile back and nodded.

“You’re right. I won’t respond.” You put your phone down and looked out the window, hoping he couldn’t sense your disappointment.

Then, it escalated to interviews.

“Does your friendship ever interfere with shooting the romantic scenes? Like, were you ever shooting a cuddling scene or a date scene where you were grossed out because you had to do romantic things with your friend?” The interviewer asked. You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

“Was it weird to do romantic things with my friend Tom? That’s a great question.” You said and Tom laughed from beside you, also seeing the irony. “It was pretty weird since we are such good friends.”

“The best of friends.” Tom egged on.

“Definitely.” You gave an over exaggerated nod. “He’s like family to me.”

“Like brother and sister.” Tom added and you burst out laughing. Tom laughed at your reaction and suddenly, you’re both hunched over laughing while the interviewer watched with a confused smile.

“I don’t think it was weird.” You said after you calmed down. “I have such a respect for Tom and I really admire his work as an actor, and I assume he feels the same for me-“

“More or less.” Tom joked.

“-so it wasn’t too bad.” You finished and elbowed him slightly.

“Was the first time you kissed awkward?” The interviewer asked.

“In the movie or-“ Tom began, forgetting the rest of the world didn’t know that you’d have a first kiss as Peter and MJ and a first kiss as a couple.

“No, it wasn’t awkward.” You quickly cut him off before he blew your cover. “At the end of the day, we’re both professionals and it’s just kissing. We do it all the time now.”

“Sometimes off screen. And that’s not a joke.” Tom brought up. “Especially during filming, I would sometimes forget we weren’t actually together and I’d walk into a room and kiss her.”

You smiled at the memory, remembering all the stolen kisses before you’d made it official.

“How did everyone else react?” The interviewer asked.

“They acted like it was completely normal.” You answered.

“Because for us, it was.” Tom shrugged.

“I will say, it did get complicated kissing you when were were shooting our reunion scene in Endgame because I had to be careful of your balls.” You said.

“What?” Tom nearly gasped. You realized how it sounded and slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Motion sensor balls. The little white motion sensor balls.” You quickly explained. “Oh my God. I meant the balls on the motion caption suit.”

“I was about to say.” Tom laughed at your accident innuendo.

“Ask the next question, please.” You pleaded to get out of the awkward moment.

“So did you guys meet through this movie?” The interviewer saved you.

“Yes. We met while filming Infinity War when no one had any idea our characters were going to date.” You answered confidently to redeem yourself.

“We were always paired together for junkets and she gradually became my best friend. Sorry Haz.” Tom apologized to the camera.

“It’s great that you guys were able to click. Your chemistry in the movie is really outstanding.” The interviewer complimented. “I’m sure that’s due to the friendship you’ve built off screen.”

“Yeah, I mean it always helps to be friends with your scene partner. And when we would have to spend hours in a prop bed together, cuddling and kissing while they got the perfect shot, it made us even closer. And as for the chemistry, I guess it kinda happened naturally.” You smiled shyly.

“Here’s a clip from the upcoming film.” The interview said to the camera. A scene from Far From Home played where Peter and MJ awkwardly yet adorably flirting with each other on the London Bridge. You couldn’t help but lovingly watch Tom as the clip played, overly proud of his job in the film.

“We do have great chemistry.” Tom nodded after the clip played. “We should date.” He added and you laughed.

“The fans would love that. I’m sure you’ve seen the campaigns online for you two to get together.” The interviewer remarked.

“We’ve seen it. Or at least, I have. Have you?” You asked Tom.

“I started the campaign.” Tom deadpanned.

“Oh, okay.” You nodded causally. You both kept a straight face for as long as you could before you burst into laughter. You curled into Toms side and laughed until your sides hurt.

“So is this really just a friendship? Nothing more?” The interviewer asked skeptically.

“No. We’re just really good friends.” Tom said firmly. You smile slowly faded and you gave a curt nod. For the rest of the interview, you were in autopilot. Every time you thought Tom was ready to tell the world, he hit you with the “just friends” line. It wasn’t him calling you “friend” that hurt you. It was him saying “just”. Every time he said it, he chipped into your heart. It hurt you to hear him play your relationship off as “just” anything.

At the next interview with Jimmy Kimmel, you had a bigger slip than usual.

“I love the pants Tom.” Jimmy complimented a few minutes into the interview. “But I do miss you in the Spiderman suit.”

“Oh, thank you.” Tom smiled and smoothed out his grey patterned pants. “My girlfriend picked them out.” He said causally. His eyes widened and you did your best to keep a neutral expression.

“Girlfriend?” Jimmy asked with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, Uh, yeah. I’ve been seeing someone for a while now. I wasn’t supposed to let that slip so no one tell her.” Tom grimaced before looking into the camera. “Sorry, baby. She is really good at fashion though. She picked out most of my outfits for the press tour.”

“Well I have to say, your girlfriend has great taste.” Jimmy said.

“Thank you.” You answered, then cleared your throat to cover up the slip up. Tom caught your mistake and stifled a laugh.

“What was that, Y/n?” Tom asked coyly, knowing full well what you had accidentally said.

“I said she’s gonna kill you.” You lied through a smile.

“You’ve met her?” Jimmy asked you and you thought quickly on your feet.

“Oh yes. I know her very well.” You nodded. It wasn’t a total lie. You knew yourself pretty well.

“So you guys are friends?” Jimmy continued.

“No. I cannot stand that girl.” You laughed and Tom rolled his eyes. If he wasn’t gonna admit that his girlfriend was you, you were gonna have some fun.

“Here we go.” Tom sighed and the audience laughed.

“Why not?” Jimmy inquired.

“Because all she does is talk about herself.” You said. Tom laughed the irony and you giggled yourself.

“Well what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” Jimmy asked.

“I do have a boyfriend but he’s the worst.” You confirmed. Tom gave you a half cracked smile.

“What?” He asked, practically daring you to go on.

“Why do you say that?” Jimmy laughed.

“He can’t keep a secret to save his life.” You shrugged. “Except the one. He’s really good at keeping one.”

Tom knew exactly what you were doing and he couldn’t even blame you. He didn’t say anything, but patted your knee and left his hand there.

“So he’s like Tom then?” Jimmy said. “Tom, you’ve become infamous in Hollywood as being loose lipped.”

“He is not loose lipped, his lips are very nice.” You defended and Tom smiled shyly. “He just gets too excited and lets things slip.”

“Like you during that one scene.” Tom spoke up. You knew what he was talking about and your face reddened.

“Stop.” You warned.

“What did she let slip?” Jimmy wondered.

“Oh My God. This story is so embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face in your hands. Tom laughed at your discomfort and took your hand.

“We were shooting the “steamy”, as one night call it, scene in the film and she was supposed to say “Peter”, you know my characters name, in like a breathy voice.” Tom explained.

“I’d like to preface that this was an accident.” You cut in.

“So we’re shooting the scene and right in my ear she goes “Tom…I mean Peter”. But the whole thing comes out in like a moan and I thought it was the funniest thing ever.” Tom told the story.

“It was so embarrassing! The whole crew heard.” You groaned while Tom and the audience laughed at your expense.

You and Tom walked into your shared hotel room after the interview and allowed yourselves to relax. While you were setting your purse down on the bed, Tom came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned into his embrace and smiled.

“That went a lot better than I thought. If people think we’re dating other people, they’ll stop asking us if we’re together. This will totally throw them off.” Tom said and he kissed your temple. Your smile dropped as you turned around in his arms.

“Or, we could use this as an opportunity to tell them the truth about us. They know you have a girlfriend. Why not tell them that girlfriend is me?” You asked.

“Because my fans will come at you with a fiery vengeance. It’s better if they think you’re just my best friend. Trust me, darling, you don’t want them to know it’s you.” Tom tilted your chin up to look at him.

“And trust me, Tom, I do.” You said, and left his embrace.

The next day, you pretended like nothing happened for the sake of all the junkets you had to get through. You could tell Tom was sorry from the guilty looks he kept giving you, but you wouldn’t look back at him.

“What’s the best part of the press tour?” The interviewer asked.

“Getting to spend all day with my best friend.” You laud the word on thick as you wrapped your arms around Toms neck and covered his cheek in kisses. He got your point and let you do it as his way of apologizing. The interviewer laughed along, knowing the effect your actions would have on the fans.

“It’s great that you two are best friends. Is this press tour similar to the Homecoming one where you had to spend all day with Robert?” Tom was asked.

“That was a lot different. Robert has more of a godfather role in my life. I can go to him for advice, but I can’t play table tennis with him at three am in the hotel lobby like I can with Y/n.” Tom answered. You were warmed back up to him and gave him a gentle smile.

“And what’s your relationship with him like?” The interviewer asked you.

“He’s like my dad. He used to carry bandaids around just because I got hurt so much on set.” You replied.

“I remember that. He was always prepared. I went to Robert once when I was sick and he hooked me up to this crazy machine. I was super scared but it’s Robert Downey Jr., so I wasn’t gonna say no.” Tom chimed in.

“He makes Marvel lower your paycheck every time you say no to him.” You joked.

“Exactly. So I let him hook me up to it and it totally cured me. I was better in 15 minutes.” Tom continued.

“Aw. That’s so funny to think of Robert playing doctor on set. I guess your relationship with him is similar to Tony’s relationship with Peter?” The interview asked Tom.

“Definitely, definitely. Minus the fighting crime together and dying in his arms, obviously.” Tom replied.

“Mr. Junior, I don’t feel so good.” You cut in with a laugh. Tom and the interviewer stopped and looked at you.

“What?” Tom asked with a growing smile.

“I said Mr. Junior, I don’t feel so good. Like Mr. Stark I don’t feel so good.” You explained. You looked at Tom in confusion as he and the interviewer shared a look.

“What?” Tom repeated.

“Because you said your relationship was similar so I said-“ You began.

“No, I heard what you said.” Tom cut you off. “Who’s Mr. Junior?”

“Robert.” You replied, still confused why everyone was making a big deal.

“It’s Mr. Downey.” Tom said and began to laugh.

“Why would it be Mr. Downey? You wouldn’t be Mr. Stanley. It’s the last name. Mr. Junior.” You said again, feeling yourself growing frustrated.

“Yes, and his last name is Downey. My middle name is Stanley.” Tom explained.

You sat in silence for a moment, contemplating what Tom was saying.

“Did you think his last name was Junior?” Tom broke the silence.

“No?” You said as more of a question than a statement.

“Have you seriously thought Roberts last name was Junior this entire time?” The interviewer asked, also laughing at you.

“I thought Downey was his middle name!” You shrieked.

“What?!” Tom asked and burst into laughter. You felt your face redden as the crew laughed at you as well.

“I thought he was Robert Downey Junior!” You said each name separately. “I thought he just used his full name like Neil Patrick Harris.”

“No.” Tom said in exasperation. “His fathers also named Robert so he’s Robert Downey Jr.”

“But he goes by RDJ! That implies that the “J” is a part of his initials.” You exclaimed.

“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation right now.” Tom said as he wiped a happy tear from his eye.

“How did you think I feel?” You asked.

“I can’t handle this. You’re so ridiculous.” Tom choked out through his laughter. “I love you.” You restrained yourself from telling him you loved him back, knowing you couldn’t possibly make it sound platonic.

“Aw.” The interviewer gushed. “You two are such cute friends.”

“Yeah.” You gave a tight lipped smile. “Friends.”

As the press tour neared its end, your ability to keep the secret worsened.

Tom gave you a quick kiss on the lips before the cameras started rolling. The interviewer almost caught it, but you pulled away quickly before he could.

“What is that?” Tom asked as you bite into something orange sometime during the junket.

“A carrot.” You shrugged as your chewed.

“Where did you get carrots?” Tom laughed in confusion.

“The snack table outside.” You replied as you ate another one.

“There’s a snack table? Oh, that’s why you tasted like peppers.” He realized. Neither of you realized what he said but the interviewer raised an eyebrow.

“You know I can’t resist some peppy boys.” You told him. “That better be cut out.” You warned the camera.

“You say that every interview.” Tom pointed out.

“It feels warranted every interview.” You giggled. “You know I debated stealing some of the pineapple from the snack table to take home?”

“Of course you did. You and your smoothies.” Tom rolled his eyes.

“I love smoothies! Is that a crime?” You turned in your seat to ask him.

“Yes! You drink a smoothie every morning and then get hungry twenty minutes later. You guys, she does not eat enough.” Tom said to the camera.

“It’s better than you and your thirty jars of jelly in the refrigerator because someone can’t go a day without toast.” You shot back.

“Oh, do you guys live together?” The interviewer asked in surprise.

You and Tom blinked in surprise at accidentally revealing that fact.

“Uhh, yeah. We’re um…” You started.

“Roommates.” Tom said quickly. “I live in the UK but I work mainly in the States, so I live with Y/n when I’m here.”

“Roommates? How cute.” The interviewer smiled.

“Just adorable.” You mumbled.

You dropped your purse on the hotel bed that night and put you hands on your hips. Without even looking at you, Tom could sense you anger. He sheepishly looked up at you and gave you a weak grin.

“I’m sorry?” He offered.

“For what?” You demanded.

“I don’t know. You haven’t told me yet.” He said.

“Roommates? You told him we were roommates?” You asked, not bothering to mask the hurt in your voice.

“Well why else would we live together?” Tom defended his answer.

“I don’t know, maybe because we’ve been in a committed relationship for over a year.” You grumbled. Tom heard the frustration in your voice and and put a gentle hand on your arm.

“But they don’t know that, darling.” He said softly.

“But I want them too. You keep pushing back telling our fans. You said we’d tell them before the press tour.” You said, feelings tears rise to your eyes.

“Yes, but then I realized all the interviews would focus on our relationship and not the movie.” Tom reminded you. “We needed to promote the movie.”

“No one needs to promote Marvel movies! They’re Marvel movies!” You exclaimed.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset over this, sweetheart. We agreed not to tell our fans.” Tom tried to talk you down.

“We agreed not to tell our fans right away. It’s been a year Tom. Do you not want them to know?” You sighed.

“I like my privacy, love. I don’t want the world intruding on us. I love you too much to share.” Tom cupped your face in his hands but you looked away.

“You say you love me, but tell the world I’m nothing but a best friend.” You said sadly. “Or worse, a roommate.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, angel. I’m sorry.” Tom apologized. You dropped the subject and went to bed without another word. You were cold towards Tom all the next day until your interview that night, the last of the press tour.

The media frenzy of rumors came to an end during a game of Charades on Jimmy Fallon. You were on Jimmy’s team, leaving Tom and Benedict as your opponents. You shot flirty banter back and forth all game until finally, your team won.

“Haha.” You pointed a jeering finger at Tom as you got off the couch and approaching him. He had his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you with pure joy. “Just like the War of 1812, the British lost-“ You couldn’t finish your burn because Tom had pulled you into a kiss.

“Sorry, darling. You looked so cute up there. I couldn’t resist.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Wait, are you two together?” Jimmy asked, interrupting the moment. He was looking back and forth between you and Tom and the camera. You realized that the moment occurred on live television and suddenly felt shyer than you ever had before.

Tom looked at you, allowing you to be the one to confirm it after wanting too for so long. You looked into the camera and smirked.

“Truth is…I am dating Tom Holland.” You said in true Tony Stark fashion. The audience irrupted into applause and you couldn’t stop your smile from breaking through. Tom looked at you fondly and pulled you into a hug.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Yes I did.” He whispered into your ear. “love my privacy, but I love you more.”

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the feeling that we’re meeting // sirius black

Summary: Sirius Black has never liked the reader and this he made known. Maybe it’s because she’s a Slytherin. Maybe it was the bat-bogey hex. Strange, though, how things change with a war in full throttle.

Request: hello :) can i have an angst to fluff w sirius pls? (slowburn) post-hogwarts a few years where y/n was one of the main targets along w snape for james’ and sirius’ ridiculing and bullying, and they were just dreadful to her (she was in slytherin) :( but then a few years after hogwarts she joins the order and sirius acts just rlly immature and mean to her but then slowly starts falling for her as he starts noticing little aspects of her personality :) and at the end can there be like a fluffy cuddling scene where she asks him why he was so nasty to her and he talks ab how guilty and sorry he is :) ty babe!

A/N: I liked this request tbh bc it’s so important to remember that sirius is a brill character bc he’s so realistic with his equal good and bad traits – I was a bit liberal with canon context but I can’t say I don’t enjoy a world with James and Lily alive :) Also I listened to ‘For the First Time’ by The Script when I was writing and I agree

Reader: female, Slytherin

Warnings: female!reader, drinking, death eater parents, innuendo I suppose, also long af, injury, parental abuse, battle, deaths

Every time you tiptoed down the stairs of number twelve Grimmauld Place, you had to remind yourself that the war was far more important than whatever colour you’d like to dye Sirius Black’s hair. You considered pink, but thought better of it when you realised, he’d probably enjoy it.

It had been months, but you remembered the first time you set foot into the Black family home like it was yesterday. Following Dumbledore through the strange threshold, your nerves climbing as you heard the strangely familiar voices of the boys that had tormented you till you cried from the other room, you found yourself pulling at your sleeves, desperate to be anywhere else. The silence that fell as you stepped out from behind the Head of the Order was suffocating, and you could feel all eyes were on you. Biting the bullet, you glanced up from the crusty carpet, facing people you’d never wanted to see again. You recognised them all despite the years passed, standing together equally unenthused to see you. Remus was taller, impossibly, than you remembered him and Lily’s face was all angles now. Sirius’s hair was longer and styled differently, more like a muggle’s, but James still had the same half-broken glasses, and Peter the same child-like roundness to his cheeks.

“This, as I’m sure you know,” Dumbledore began, crossing his arms over his front. “Is Y/N-“

“Dumbledore, Sir,” James interjected, his tone as incredulous as his expression.

“You can’t be serious!”

You exhaled sharply from your nose at Sirius’ words, dipping your head when it seemed no one else saw the irony.

“Y/N is an excellent witch and she’ll be an excellent addition to the Order.”

“Sir,” Sirius huffed, shooting you a glare before stepping forward towards Dumbledore. “Her parents are death eaters; you can’t possibly trust her.”

“Remind me, Sirius,” you said, your voice echoing in the room for the first time. “What was tattooed on your brother’s arm.”

Although you were entirely correct, you felt a pang of guilt at the hurt that flashed in his eyes before the ever-familiar Black scowl creased his brow. Dumbledore’s presence beside you suddenly felt less and less comforting.

“She was always excellent in Charms,” Remus said gently. You faced him sharply, surprised to see his eyes so apologetic.

“And Defence Against the Dark Arts,” Lily’s tone was light and you were oddly pleased to see a smile on her face. You hoped that meant you would have at least one friend here.

“I wonder bloody why,” Sirius muttered, storming past you into the kitchen, shoulder hitting yours. You clenched your jaw, biting your lip to avoid saying something you’d reject.

“I hope you will treat Miss Y/N with the respect all allies deserve in this time. She’s risking her life to spy for us. You are all aware of what she’s put on the line for this,” Dumbledore said, an air of finality to his tone before he left you there, in the lion’s den, alone.

“Well,” Lily said, standing up from the armchair she’d been nestled into. She offered you a calloused and freckled hand with a smile. “Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix.”

It didn’t take long for the older members of the Order to trust you; they didn’t care about petty squabbles and rivalries, only the information you could provide. The story, however, wasn’t the same with your old Gryffindor pals. Lily, you accepted with equal parts hesitance and glee, was a fast friend. She had got into the habit of asking you how you were daily and offering you tea in the mornings. Sometimes, after a long mission, you found yourself talking into the night with her.

“Wait, wait,” you said, hand sloppily gripping the stem of an old wine glass you’d found in the cupboards. “You and Potter are married?”

She giggled at your response, leaning her elbow on the armchair next to her as she careened forward, the carpet crunching at the shift.

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling brightly. “I was just as surprised as you, at first, but he-“ a hiccup escaped her lips, earning a round of laughter from you both. “He’s a sweet guy. A tosser, by all means, but loyal and brave and kind.”

You’d never considered James Potter any of those things at Hogwarts, but now, in the real world, you found yourself slowly warming up to him.

“He’s changed, you know,” she said earnestly, suddenly a lot soberer than you felt. “They all have.”

You pursed your lips, taking another sip of the dark wine in your glass.

“Sirius hasn’t.”

She sighed, rubbing her eye with the knuckle of her thumb.

“He’s always hated me.”

Speaking of the devil, a familiar shadow appeared in the doorway before you could carry on your conversation. Sirius stared at you for a moment, his dark eyes locked on your face. He swallowed, mouth curling downwards slightly as he looked at your messy hair and casual position, sat in a place he’d hated for years. Something stirred in his chest and his expression shifted ever so slightly, but before you could question it, he disappeared up the stairs. You huffed, shaking your head as you turned back to Lily.

“See?”

It wasn’t another twenty minutes before James walked in, an amused grin playing on his lips at his wife’s tipsy state.

“C’mon, love. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently taking Lily’s arm to lift her up.

“Wow,” she said, whispering very loudly to you. “James Potter with a good idea; there’s a first.”

“Oi!” he laughed, poking her in the ribs and catching the wine glass before she could throw it onto the floor. It would’ve been a shame, you thought sarcastically, if someone ruined such a lovely carpet. He turned to you then, still smiling.

“Cheers, Y/N.”

He shot you a wink before escorting Lily upstairs, her drunk rambling fading the further away they got. You chuckled under your breath, pleased that maybe you weren’t such an outcast as you took another sip. Your mood soured dramatically, though, as you remembered the time, not exactly excited to be returning to your parents.

The next week, you had a few days between missions. Although you probably should’ve been resting at home like everyone else was, Remus included, you ended up on all fours in the Black family living room, pulling up carpet. Remus sat in the armchair at the other end of the room, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. Occasionally, he’d throw a teasing remark at you or ask for help with a tricky crossword clue, but mostly the silence that settled between you was comfortable. You were halfway across the room, surprised you hadn’t thrown up yet at the awful stains on the underside of the carpet, specifically avoiding the one that looked like blood.

“What are you doing?” a voice asked you from the doorway. You looked up, blowing a loose strand of hair from your face as you met Sirius’ eyes. You frowned, sitting back on your feet, carpet still in your hands.

“The laundry,” you replied dryly, a smile tugging at your lips to hear Remus snort into his mug.

“My mother loved this carpet,” he said, a strange look on his face. If you hadn’t known him better, you would’ve mistaken it for approval.

“And a charming family keepsake it is.”

He stared at you for a moment, his gaze steady and unreadable. You doubted whether destroying the carpet without asking him was such a good idea.

“Thank you.”

Without giving you a second to process, he turned left, the front door slamming not a second later. With wide eyes and your jaw on the floor, you looked to Remus, who seemed just as surprised as you.

“Did that just happen?”

He nodded slowly, his brows drawing together. You hummed, matching his frown before you started pulling roughly at the carpet and he returned to his paper.

“Six letter word for a muggle screenplay?”

You didn’t think that much more about Sirius’ gratitude in the next few days, too busy with keeping your lies straight and the war to waste time on why you hated each other. You did notice, despite yourself, that he seemed gradually less and less opposed to your presence. His conversations seemed to dry up less when you entered a room, his glare settled on you less often in Order meetings. As things got more and more difficult at home, the pressure from your parents to get the dark mark growing, it was the small things that helped.

“Y/N,” Peter said one morning, crossing his arms on the breakfast table. You’d warmed to Peter; he was always a little lost, a little wayward. It made you smile most of the time and you couldn’t help the motherly instinct you felt toward him, despite your similarity in age.

“Do you have a spare towel?”

“Why? What did you do with yours?”

A blush covered his cheeks and immediately you found that you really did not want to hear his answer.

“Yeah, I’ll fetch it,” you said, moving to exit the kitchen with a great deal of haste. You’d stayed at the headquarters a few times after hard or early morning missions and Sirius, despite your history, had been kind enough to give you towels to use. You’d been sure, though, that Kreacher, the house-elf, was behind that.

You hadn’t anticipated seeing Sirius in the corridor, muttering to himself as he stood next to the velvet curtain on the wall. His arms were full of what could only be described as junk, the nail of an old bed-frame catching on the fabric. He didn’t notice you behind him as he struggled and with a decidedly irritated yank, he pulled the wooden post free. However, much to his chagrin, and everyone in the house’s eardrums, the curtains fell loose and an extortionately loud screeching filled the air.

“This house is full of blood traitors! Mudbloods!” it hissed, echoing through all the rooms. Seeing Sirius’ arms full, you bent down next to him and gripped the metal rod of the curtain, eager to put it back into place. He jumped a little when he saw you, stumbling out the way slightly, his eyebrows threading together as the high-pitched shouting continued. You took one look at the ugly, yellowing woman in the portrait and shoved the curtain in front of her face, hoping you’d never see it again. It took some jiggling, but soon the portrait was covered and you could only hear rustling behind the fabric, muzzled yells rattling the frame.

“A charming woman, your Mother was. I’m surprised you don’t leave the curtains open all the time,” you said, a distasteful expression tainting your features. Sirius looked at you for a moment, his jaw clenching slightly.

“It’s okay,” you said, smiling a little. “You can laugh.”

He didn’t, but the slight upward curve of his lip didn’t escape you.

“Did you ever have the pleasure to meet her in the flesh?” he asked. Your brows raised at the first real question he’d asked you since you joined the Order.

“No, sadly not,” you crossed your arms and leant on the door. “My parents spoke highly of her, though, which is never the best sign.”

He only nodded, standing awkwardly for a moment before turning to leave. You blinked, before remembering where you’d been going.

“Sirius,” you began, the light tone not suiting his name in your mouth. “Do you have spare towels? Peter-“

Sirius smirked, a strangely handsome expression on him.

“Peter dropped chocolate frogs all over his again,” he huffed, shaking his head. “Just ask Kreacher.”

You barely paid attention to him leaving as you wandered upstairs, in search of the grumpy house-elf. You were pleased to know that Peter’s towel hadn’t been ruined by something more suspect than chocolate, but you couldn’t deny that you were even more pleased that you’d finally had an interaction with Sirius that didn’t involve a row.

Your next interaction, though, was less than ideal. You stumbled toward twelve Grimmauld place with a throbbing headache and shaky legs. Your parents had not been kind when they discovered your treachery, your place in the Order; you were lucky to escape with your life. That’s all you could tell yourself as you dragged yourself up the steps, knocking loudly on the door. It was just your luck for Sirius, of all people, to open it. His expression was at first worried before he realised it was you and a frown settled on his features. As you looked down, trying to concentrate on the swaying floor, you didn’t notice the concern that returned upon seeing your injuries.

“What the blood-“ he began, grunting slightly as you collapsed into him, no longer able to keep your body upright.

You woke the next day in a clean bed with a dull headache. The house-elf shuffling around your room had garnered your attention, and you blinked at him as he placed towels, sheets and clothes in a pile next to the bed.

“Kreacher?” you asked, your voice sore in your throat. “Why am I here?”

“You’re a blood trait-“

You shot him a dry look.

“I mean, how did I get here? Why are you putting clothes out?”

The house-elf sighed, a grizzly sound.

“Master Sirius ordered me to,” he said gruffly. “Said you shall be living here.”

“Oh.”

You frowned, barely registering Kreacher as he made to leave.

“Thank you,” you called after him, earning a grumble in response.

You and Sirius never spoke about the fact that you were now living in the Order Headquarters, in his house, but you never forgot the kindness he showed you. It was a strange feeling, to be grateful to Sirius Black, especially after everything he’d done to you as a student. The topic of your parents didn’t even come up until the night before a particularly difficult mission planning to infiltrate a meeting of death eaters.

“Lily,” you said, sitting on the counter in the kitchen with the others dotted around, even Sirius. “I don’t know if I should come on this mission.”

“What?” Remus asked, placing the chocolate he’d been aiming from his mouth down on the tablecloth.

“I was useful to the Order when I knew things and now,” your voice broke slightly at the memory of the last time you’d seen your parents. “Now I have no information and I might have to… I might have to fight the people that raised me tonight and they don’t have any qualms about killing me or any of you where we stand.”

“Exactly!” James said, moving his arm from the back of Lily’s chair to rest his elbows on the table. “They don’t care about killing us. They killed Gideon and Fabien. You saw what they did to Frank and Alice.”

Your chest tightened. Frank and Alice had always been kind to you; now they were at St. Mungo’s.

“Information or not,” Sirius said, surprising everyone. “You’re a good fighter; we need that.”

The silence that followed his words made you feel like you were missing something as you stared at him, seeing his eyes soft for the first time.

“Sirius is right,” Lily said, nodding. “We have to do all we can; you know that more than most of us.”

The mission had been horrendous.

It had been a bloodbath of proportions you’d never seen before. You’d lost Benjy and Caradoc and Dorcas; people you looked up to. You’d expected losses in a war, you weren’t stupid, but you’d never anticipated the weight behind a spell thrown by your own parents. Despite your own casualties, you’d taken out six death eaters and despite yourself, you were glad your parents weren’t among them. The journey back to the house was a quiet one: Lily busied herself with James’ broken arm and Remus wiped the blood from Sirius’ forehead, dabbing delicately at the cut above his eyebrow. You all disbanded when you got inside, tired and aching, disappearing into your rooms with heavy hearts.

You couldn’t sleep, though, too haunted by the flashes that appeared behind your eyes. It must’ve been past midnight when you tiptoed downstairs, more desperate than ever to not agitate the portrait. You didn’t notice Sirius in the kitchen until you’d shut the door behind you, jumping out of your skin to see him sat there with a glass and a bottle of firewhiskey.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, lifting his glass and taking a swig. You’d come down for tea, but the idea of numbing your senses appealed. He must’ve noticed the way your eyes lingered on his glass and without a word, he reached behind him to grab another, pouring you a liberal shot. You sat down almost tentatively, fingers gliding around the edges of the glass.

He watched with an amused smile as you downed the whole thing, wincing at the burn before you rested it back on the table. He filled it again immediately.

“Rough night.”

“Indeed,” you said, rubbing your eyes and sighing. “I never thought we’d be here.”

He raised an eyebrow, stretching the bandage on his forehead as his lips pressed against the rim of the glass.

“Me and you,” you laughed a little. “Drinking together.”

“Not something I’d have bet on,” he muttered, laughing too. Your smiles both faded as you looked at each other, though, across the plastic gingham table cloth.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

The question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it.

“I don’t hate you.”

You shot him a very dry glance. He shook his head and sighed, putting his glass down a little too loudly before running a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but you.

“You’re a pureblood Slytherin,” he said, running his hands over his face. “And I hated it. I hated anyone that reminded me of this place. And you- you were everything my parents wanted me to be: smart, loyal… dark, I thought.”

You nodded, sipping your drink quietly.

“You were an easy target, too, for a pillock like me. Didn’t have that many friends-“

“That was because they were all stuck-up death eaters.”

“I know that now. It didn’t matter then, though. I was a kid, though, and I thought it was just kids’ stuff-“

“You know, that time you exploded my cauldron in the final Potions exam, I cried for a whole week.”

He had the good sense to look guilty for a second before amusement lifted his cheeks.

“You did bat-bogey hex me for that.”

Your cheeks heated up at the memory, your fingers fiddling with the glass more.

“Which is entirely illegal.”

You smiled, pressed your lips together as you shook your head. It all seemed so long ago; so childish, now. You leant your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your interlocked fingers.

“It was a good shot, though,” you mused, enjoying the way his lips spread into a dazzling grin.

“A bloody good shot,” he laughed. He leant back slowly, tilting his head to the side and biting his top lip. The mood dropped again as he stared at you.

“What?”

“I’m really sorry.”

You wanted to take the piss, but something about his tone or the look in his eyes trapped your words in your throat. You just watched as he stood up, moving towards the sink.

“I made your life hell because I hated my own,” he said, pressing his hands to the counter, leaning forward. “It wasn’t fair. I’m not surprised you hated me, I deserved it.”

You stood up slowly, softly stepping toward him.

“I did hate you,” you said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I hated you for so long it was all I could think about. Even here, I hated seeing your face.”

He turned to you, expression hard and tears sparkling in his eyes.

“I’m not sure if I do anymore.”

He turned around slowly to lean back on the counter as your hand slid down his arm. He caught it gently in his, surprising you.

“I want you to forgive me,” he whispered, staring at you so intensely a lump formed in your throat. You felt like you’d never even met this Sirius before.

“I-“

“I want to earn your forgiveness.”

You were at a loss for words as you looked at him, frozen in place. His hand was warm in your own and you couldn’t, for a moment, think about anything else. You bit your lip and nodded, stepping towards him gently.

“I’d like that.”

You leant into him, your side pressing against his, enjoying his warmth and the new feeling in your chest. You’d been in the war so long you forgot what real life felt like. You felt his hand hover around you nervously before it settled against your back, his hand resting on the counter next to you. And there, with the moonlight pouring in behind you, is where you stood till the sunrise peeked over the horizon; your hands clasped together with Sirius’ arm at your back, silent as you both felt a hope you’d not felt in a good few years.

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A Trip to Asgard

Part 6 of the series Vacation.

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Long read, emotional, some language.

Summary: Thor brings Y/n to Asgard in hopes to teach her a lesson on love and emotions. Y/n continues to struggle with her feelings for Peter. Meanwhile, the Avengers cope with Y/n running away to another realm.

Vision’s POV:

Wanda had just gone back into the cabin to get water for our walk. I stood on the side yard, waiting, admiring the lovely pink flowers and greenery growing along the side of the cabin. Then, I realized I was picking up on something, or should I say, hearing something- voices. It was Thor and sweet Y/n. I made my way around the yard to go visit with them, but I stopped in my steps when I noticed the tone of her voice. Something was wrong. I stayed back a little to listen.

“-Asgard. I want to go right now.”

Asgard? I was very surprised to hear that. Why on Earth would she want to leave this place so soon?

“But what about the others? Wouldn’t you want to tell them?” Thor asked her.

“All I need is you, Thor. Please, you promised.” Y/n said, her voice beginning to break

Y/n not telling the others where she was going wasn’t exactly a new thing for her. She did that just last night, and it got her in some trouble. I wondered why she had started acting like this. She’s never given us a reason not to trust her… I care about her. I thought maybe I will let her go. Maybe, this will be something I keep to myself, just for a while. I heard the sound of them leave, and hoped no one else heard.

End of Vision’s POV

You clenched tightly onto Thor’s chest as your stomach dropped, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew you were moving extremely fast, but you were too terrified to look. It was loud, like a strong gust of wind that wouldn’t stop. Thor’s grip around you was unbreakable. You knew you weren’t going anywhere.

“We are in the Bifrost, Y/n! Look around! You don’t have much longer!” He yelled. Thor was happy to bring you to Asgard. He always wanted you to have this experience. He was no longer worried about what the rest of the team thought. He believed you deserved to have this experience.

You opened your eyes and saw flashes of shiny, metallic rainbows. You were amazed to say the least. Next thing you knew, Thor was walking, holding you. You were in a golden dome-like building. A man dressed in gold stood in the middle.

“Y/n this is Heimdall, who I have told you about.” Thor introduced you, holding you up to him. You were still so shocked from the Bifrost, that you couldn’t let go of Thor, so he just held you.

“N-Nice to meet you, Heimdall.” You said, shaking his hand.

Heimdall chuckled. “How was your journey?”

“Um.. amazing.” You giggled.

“I hope you enjoy your stay. You are in a different realm, very far away from your home. You can be home in seconds, anytime you want. I will be here.” He reassured.

“I think I’ll stay a while.” You smiled.

Thor chuckled fondly and squeezed you in a hug as he held you. “Can you walk now, Princess?”

You nodded and he set you down. You held Thor’s hand and walked alongside him. You limped from your injury still, but it was okay.

“Prepare to be stunned.” Thor smirked as you exited the building.

You clutched your chest in awe. In front of you stood the golden kingdom, and you stepped down onto the rainbow bridge. Tears filled your eyes.

“Thor… it’s more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. I don’t even deserve to be here.” You awed.

“Of course you do! I have always wanted to bring you here. I knew you’d love it.” He beamed.

“Love is an understatement.” You whispered in amazement, walking on the bridge towards the kingdom.

Thor stopped and turned to you. “Love is a strong word, Y/n.” He furrowed his brows.

You sighed and nodded. “Thor, the water is so... beautiful.”

“It’s called the Sea of Space.”

“The sky looks so different here. Are those planets? Look how big they are!” You shouted in excitement.

“Yes. You aren’t currently on a planet like Earth right now.” Thor chuckled.

You couldn’t stop admiring everything and asking question after question, but patient and lovely Thor didn’t mind. He enjoyed your fascination.

You and Thor were now sitting out on a balcony off the side of the castle. You both were lounging on a soft, dark purple couch with matching gold pillows, sharing a warm drink out of a fancy golden cup decorated with rubies.

“I think we should stay here forever, Thor.” You half-joked. You did not want to face the music when you got home.

Thor chuckled. “I think you should visit more regularly, but stay forever? You would miss our family.”

“I would…not! LOOK AT THIS PLACE.”

Thor smirked, taking the cup from you and setting it aside. “You play too much, Princess.” He growled, tackling you into the pillows, tickling your tummy.

You shrieked in surprise before being consumed in uncontrollable laughter. Thor laughed his low, handsome laugh as he tickled you. You blushed as his large hands wrapped almost all the way around your torso, digging his thumbs into the middle of your tummy.

“Ticklish Princess! That’s what you are!” He stated casually, looking down at you adoringly.

“I AM NOHAHAHAT!”

“Now, now, why are you lying? Tell me!” He teased, slipping his hands under your arms.

Your laughter went up an octave. You tried to thrash around but Thor effortlessly held you in place. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t due to your laughter. Your cheeks and ears burned bright red. Thor couldn’t help but smile at you. He always adored you. You had grown up over the years, but this was something he knew you’d never grow out of.

“THOHOHOR! Nohohoho! Not there!” You shrieked as he wiggled his fingertips roughly (but always gently) into your ribs. You tried to turn on your side, but still, you were stuck.

“Why are you trying to protest? I know you love tickles!” Thor laughed.

You swore you turned like 100 shades redder.

“No! Thahahahat’s not true!!” You shouted through your laughter, flustered.

“Oh, it’s not? Okay, I’ll stop.” Thor said, letting you go and crossing his arms against his chest.

How dare he stop!

You stared at him with a shocked expression, a smile gracing your lips. He sat back, arms still folded, and a sly smirk on his face.

“Hey!” You giggled, scribbling your fingers against his chest.

“Haha! I knew you wouldn’t want me to stop.” He laughed, prying your hands away and latching his hands around your sides, squeezing.

Your bubbly laughter came back and eventually increased when Thor began fluttering his fingers around your neck. You scrunched your shoulders only to trap his fingers.

“Okahahhahay! Okahahay! I cahahan’t take ihihit!” You exclaimed, meaning it this time.

“But I thought you liked it!” Thor teased, tormenting your sensitive neck and collarbones.

“Nohoho!” Your laughter went silent and Thor knew to let up.

You caught your breath while you and Thor leaned back into the pillows facing each other.

Thor’s laughter after his “attack” on you subsided, and his expression gradually turned more serious. You knew what was coming and you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, but you’ve always been able to trust Thor. The two of you have had a special relationship since you first met. Who else would you drop everything and travel across the galaxy with? One other person’s name popped into your mind.

“Why did you have me bring you here, Y/n?” Thor asked.

….

Bucky had just woken from a nap. He walked down the stairs of the cabin, looking for everyone. He found almost everyone sitting around on the front porch having cold drinks and laughing, enjoying each other’s company. Peter had just jokingly sat in Tony’s lap, but soon regretted it when Tony trapped him there, tickling his sides. Peter squeaked and squirmed until Tony finally had mercy. Natasha laughed at Peter when he got up and playfully kicked his butt.

“Hey! Whahahat wahahas that for?” Peter laughed.

Nat just cackled.

“I’m going inside. Anybody need a refill?” Peter offered.

Nat handed him her almost empty lemonade and Peter rolled his eyes with a smile, taking it to the kitchen.

“Anybody know where my kid is?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah uh Vision said she went on a hike with Thor.” Tony answered.

Vision nodded, his expression blank. Wanda picked up on Vision’s odd behavior, but put it in the back of her mind for now.

Bucky felt a little jealous that Y/n went on a hike with Thor, but he was taking a nap anyway. Plus, they just got ice cream.

Peter opened the fridge, pulling out the lemonade. The mention of Y/n had him thinking. He hadn’t talked to her all day. That was very weird. Maybe they were both just busy? No, that’s not it. More happened last night than just the accident. Before the accident they were dancing really close. A few butterflies swarmed in his stomach at the thought, but went away quickly when his crush, MJ, came to his mind for the thousandth time today. Peter leaned on the counter and sighed.

“I have to find her and talk to her.” He whispered to himself.

He took Nat her drink and walked down the steps out to the yard. He turned the corner and started heading for the trail. Next thing he knew, Thor’s signature stamp was spread out of the grass in front of him.

“Oh shit.” Peter said to himself. “Uh- guys? GUYS! TONY! STEVE! SAM! BUCKY!” Peter yelled. He was so shocked he just began calling out their names.

In seconds, everyone came running.

"Oh no." Tony sighed.

"Oh HELL no. She didn't!" Bucky stressed.

"Vision, you said they went on a hike!" Steve yelled.

"I lied." Vision admitted.

"Why?" Bucky asked calmly.

"She needed it."

Tears filled Peter's eyes and he swung off into the woods.

"I'm gonna kill her." Natasha shook her head.

"I can't protect her here. None of us can!" Steve panicked.

"That's why she went. She needs your trust." Vision explained.

"This isn't how you earn trust?!" Steve spat.

Bucky looked at the ground, calmly and shrugged. "She doesn't know that."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked Bucky.

Steve ran his hands through his hair.

"Barnes is right." Tony added.

"She hasn't been taught. It's my fault." Bucky said.

"No. It's all of our fault. Sometimes we're too busy for her. You know how many times she's been left by herself? We put her right back in the position HYDRA put her in." Natasha explained.

"I thought I taught her well." Steve fumed.

"You have. But you can't do everything by yourself." Wanda said, comforting Steve.

"Is she going to be in trouble?" Sam asked.

"Depends on when she comes back." Bucky said, a small smile gracing his lips.

"She'll be back." Pepper nodded. "She'll be back today."

"I trust Thor." Steve said, relaxing.

"This is like last night all over again! Why don't you trust her? That's all she wants!" Tony argued.

"You think this is how you gain trust?" Steve argued back.

"She doesn't know that!" Bucky defended. "I'm going to trust her. As hard as it is."

"She's in another realm, Bucky!" Steve yelled. "She just took off with a god to another realm!"

"SHE'S BRAVE. I don't like this either. But I'm going to hear her out." Bucky explained.

"Oh so she can just take off to another galaxy whenever she wants?!"

"Trust me, she won't do it again." Bucky stated, going back inside the cabin.

"Take a walk with me, Steve." Tony said calmly, patting his back.

The Avengers knew this was a serious situation, but they also knew Y/n. Her intention wasn't to hurt anybody, or worry anybody. She just grew up alone, and sometimes she struggled with her emotions. She'd act on her emotions in the heat of the moment instead of logic.

Peter knew he caused this. He didn't know exactly why or how. But he knew it was something with him.

….

"I came here because I got upset, and I wasn't thinking. And now I am scared to go back because they might be mad at me. What if they hate me?"

"Y/n they could NEVER hate you. They love you so much. They might not be too happy with you coming here without telling them though."

"Why did you let me?"

"Well, I wanted to bring you here, help you with what you need, but also, I thought… you could learn a lesson from it. You need to." Thor said with a small smile.

You nodded. "I guess I do."

"Well, we better make the most of your trip here." Thor smirked.

"So we can have fun? I'm already having fun! I love it here!"

"Yes we can, AFTER you tell me what made you so upset." Thor said.

Your face dropped. "I can't figure out why I have such strong feelings towards Peter. I think I might be… in love with him." You admitted.

"Ohhhh." Thor raised his eyebrows.

"And then, I heard him talking about a girl he really liked. And I thought he was talking about me."

"MJ." Thor cut you off.

"Yeah, her. So I just kinda freaked out. I sometimes don't know how to handle my emotions. It's HYDRA. I have gone to therapy after I was rescued and it helped, but it still happens sometimes."

"It's a process, sweetheart."

You gave him a sad smile. "But what if I love Peter, and he loves someone else? What will I do?"

"Y/n, love, you don't force love. You wait. You trust. Love won't fail if it is meant to be. You're getting older, so is Peter. Your lives will begin to fall into place.” Thor assured, tucking hair behind your ear.

You looked down at your hands. “I don’t know how I love him, Thor. Is he my Jane? Will… he leave me?” Tears began to pool into your eyes. “How do I know how I feel about him?”

“You’re not supposed to know now, Princess. But I have a theory.”

“Tell me.”

“Well,” Thor began, furrowing his brows as he thought. “Y/n, you love Peter greatly, but you don’t love him that way. No, not now. When the day comes that you don’t have to question that love you feel for someone, that’s when you will know.”

Then, something happened. Something so odd, and peaceful.

Y/n’s Memories

“Hi, I’m Peter… Parker. You must be who Tony has been telling me about.” The curly brown-haired brown-eyed boy introduced himself, squatting down to your height.

He took your small hand in his red gloved hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“H-Hello. How old are you?” You asked. You had always felt shy around others, but with this boy, you felt at home.

“I’m 14 about to be 15.” He answered, giving you a warm smile, almost as warm as his eyes.

“Me too!” You gasped.

“Haha! That’s awesome. We’re gonna be good friends. I know it.” He assured you.

....

“It was nice to meet you today Y/n. May I have a hug before I go? If you're comfortable of course.” Peter asked.

You nodded with a smile, and soon found yourself wrapped in the warmest, squishiest hug you’d ever had.

“Peter? Will you come back?” You asked, you face squished against his sweater.

He pulled away to look at you, his hands on your shoulders. “I promise.”

….

“Can I go back to that park tomorrow? Not to spy, but to be with the kids? To be friends?” You asked your Maestru.

“You will never have friends! You will always work! Never ask me something so stupid again!” He yelled, shoving you back into your room, locking the door.

You quieted your sobs into your pillow, hoping he wouldn’t hear you. You wished for freedom as you stared at the stone wall, before drifting off to sleep.

….

“FRIDAY! We need everyone ready on the medbay! Now! Peter has been in an accident!” Tony shouted, rushing through the doors.

“TONY! Is-Is he okay?” You asked, frozen in absolute fear.

“I don’t know, Y/n.” He answered rushing to the elevator.

….

“I promised you I’d come back.” Peter smiled as he laid awake in his hospital bed.

You couldn’t say anything. You just hugged him.

….

You heard the elevator ding, signaling that Peter and Tony were here. They then walked in and you launched into your best friend Peter’s arms.

“Oh! Hi! I m-missed you, y/n! And also, thank you. I need your warm hug, b-because I’m freezing!” Peter was shivering and there were snowflakes in his curls.

“I missed you too, Peter. Come here, by the fire!” You pulled Peter over to the couch and wrapped a blanket around him.

….

“You can come stay with May and I!”

You didn’t say anything. You just ran and hugged Peter so tight.

….

You pulled the mask up to your forehead to see Peter towering above you where you sat on the rug. He had a threatening look on his face. You smiled slightly.

“I’m sorry.”

Peter chuckled and went to take the mask off your head but you pulled it down.

“Y/n, give me my mask!”

“It’s my mask now!”

You were pushing Peter’s buttons in hopes of some playful retaliation, but what he did next, you were not expecting to happen so quickly. You thought you were going to have to try much harder to get Peter to do this.

He gave your tummy a poke and you squeaked in surprise.

“Oh? What’s this?” Peter grinned as he gave you a few more pokes.

You turned cherry red as you scooted back and threw the mask at Peter.

“Here you go.” You mumbled

Peter hadn’t discovered that you were ticklish up until this point. You always wanted him to, but now that it was actually happening you were a flustered mess and didn’t know how to act. Peter sensed your embarrassment and was definitely ready to have some fun. He tossed his mask to the side and leaned over you.

“Are you ticklish, y/n/n?” He teased, crossing his arms.

….

“Thank you for letting me stay with you, Peter. I know I may not be your best friend, but you are mine.” You said.

Peter’s heart sank. “What? You’re my best friend too! I have Ned, but I also have you.” He snuggled you to his side and saw you smile to yourself, before you drifted off to sleep.

He meant what he said.

….

Happy made Peter drive back, so you sat snuggled up in the backseat behind Peter in your warm coat and pink blanket. You hadn’t learned to drive yet, but seeing Peter drive made you really want to learn. You wanted to be just like Peter, but not in the way you were jealous of him. You just really looked up to him, so now that he had found out your little secret, you were getting butterflies every time you played the events back in your head.

….

Peter was just silent. You smiled to yourself, waiting to hear his response. Instead of speaking, Peter just leaned his seat all the way back onto you, and flipped over to where he was basically laying on you, with the seat between you both. You giggled at him, confused as to why he was doing that.

“You really are just asking for trouble, huh?” Peter said, before launching his fingers under your arms, much to your surprise. He dug in, making you squeal with laughter. You were barely able to move anywhere. He vibrated his fingertips in the hollows under your arms and all down your ribs and all you could do was laugh and squirm.

“What was that tickle spot of yours again? You know, the one that really makes you giggle?”

….

You smiled at Peter. You loved his curly hair. It was so endearing. Peter noticed you staring at him and gave you a questioning look.

“Why are you staring, Y/n?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-Your curls! I had no idea your hair could do that! It's so cute!” You gushed. You jumped out of the chair and began trying to reach up to ruffle his hair.

Peter laughed sweetly and bent down to let you play with his hair.

….

“I’m gonna tickle you WAY more than you tickled me!” He playfully growled, tapping his nose to yours. You blushed profusely. Then, he began squeezing your thighs as you belly-laughed.

….

You both ran down the stairs, and when you turned the corner, you nearly knocked into Peter. Thankfully, his spidey-sense warned him and he scooped you up.

“Woooah there! Haha someone’s excited!” Peter giggled.

“Sorry Pete! I didn’t mean to!” You said smiling up at him.

….

“How are your ears ticklish?” You asked with a giggle.

“Oh? I bet yours are too!” Peter said, as he began reaching for you, but was held back by Tony.

“Stay still! I’m not done!” Tony ordered.

You backed away with a smile, waiting your turn for the sunscreen.

“Finished!” Tony announced.

Peter rushed toward you, grabbing your wrists with one hand, and began fluttering his fingers on your left ear with the other. You immediately began giggling and your knees buckled.

“It tickles, doesn’t it?” Peter teased, now tickling your other ear, occasionally spidering around your neck.

“YEHEEHES! I’m sohohorry!” You laughed.

Peter let up, smiling at you.

….

“It’s okay. I know that it’s true and I can be annoying.” You said, quietly looking at the ground. “But I can work on it and I can be better.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “What? What are you talking about? You’re not annoying!”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just, you know, with HYDRA, I never… had anyone to cling to, so I do it too much now.” You explained.

“Y/n, you don’t annoy anyone! Affection from you is not annoying. It’s precious.” Peter said with a small blush.

You looked up at him and smiled.

“Everyone loves it… Everyone loves you.” Peter reassured.

“Thank you, Peter. I’m sorry I got upset. It’s just one of my insecuri-”

Peter cut you off, shaking his head. He looked you in the eyes, and from the look he gave you, you knew to stop apologizing.

….

“Yeeeah it was!” Peter joined, wiggling his fingers into your tummy, before slipping past you to the back table to make his s’more. He really tickled you and you nearly dropped your plate as you cackled.

….

You both finally got out of the pool after a minute or so and were drying off, wrapped in your towels, when something caught Peter’s eye.

“Y/n, look on the trail, in the woods.” He said, pointing toward little blinking lights. They were lightning bugs, and you got really excited.

“Let’s follow them!” You said. You both slipped on your flip flops and went to the trail. It was twilight and very beautiful out. The lightning bugs were everywhere and it was probably one of the most stunning moments of your life. You and Peter had made it pretty far up the trail, following the lightning bugs. One even landed in Peter’s hand and he held it out for you both to observe up close. The little bug blinked it’s yellowish green light and you both gasped. It flew away into the woods and you and Peter watched it join the others.

….

You’d never been checked out before. Peter stepped in front of you a bit to block Max’s view. You saw Peter’s jaw clench. He became a bit protective over you and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach. “Do you wanna go back to the cabin, or stay? Peter asked, leaning down to you a bit, after pulling you aside.

….

“PLEHEHEHEASE! Y/N! I’m soohohorry!” Peter screamed through his laughter as you tickled all over his tummy and sides for sticking an ice cube down the back of your swimsuit top. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHATHE!” He cried as you cackled at him. “Serves you right, doesn’t it? Huh?” You teased as you tickled his upper ribs, and he rolled all over the grass in ticklish agony.

….

Peter turned around and the expression on his face was pure worry. He pulled you out of the water onto the grass and observed your leg. It was red, swollen, and bleeding quite a bit in a few spots. “I landed on a rock.” You said. “Do you think it’s broken?” He asked. “I can’t tell.” Peter scooped you up in his arms, and took off towards the cabin as fast and carefully as he could. Peter stumbled in the back door with you in his arms. He had a guilty expression gracing his face.

….

All you knew is that you loved Peter specifically and unconditionally, but romantically? That’s one thing you don’t know. What a trip.

….

You straddled Peter and began tickling his tummy, causing him to scream and thrash, and he turned into a puddle of laughter under your fingertips. He nearly bucked you off, but he tried his best not to. You were laughing along with him at his adorable reactions, but made a mistake. You tried to tickle his armpits- his worst spot.

“AHAHAHAAA NOOOHOHO! Nooo way!” Peter shouted, using his strength to fight past the tickles and tackle you to the carpet.

“NO PETER! NO FAIR! You can’t do that!” You cried.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Peter sassed, before scritching under your arms, making you squeak with laughter.

…. “I’m sorry I made you cry...” Peter said softly, looking into your eyes.

You both sat a moment. “I love you, Peter.” You whispered, tackling him in a hug.

He laughed and hugged you back.

“Are you still my best friend?” He asked.

“Always.”

End of Memories

You gasped and looked at Thor. He gave you a knowing smile.

“Are you still confused, Y/n?” Thor asked, still grinning.

“No… What was that?” You stared in shock.

“That cup may have a bit of magic.” Thor whispered.

“We have to go back. I need to get back to Peter. I need to tell him the truth. That… he is the best friend that I never could have ever dreamed of. He’s more.” You cried tears of joy.

“Okay, okay, but how about something to take home with you first.” Thor said with a smirk.

“Having a heart-to-heart are we?” Loki teased, leaning in the doorway.

Your eyes went wide and you looked at Thor.

“It’s alright Y/n. Don't mention this to anyone on earth, okay?” Thor chuckled, taking your hand.

You nodded and walked with Loki and Thor. Loki made you nervous, but you tried to hide it. You soon warmed up to him though as he was kind to you.

“I think I know just the color for you.” Loki said, as the three of you stood in front of a large mirror in a bedroom.

You did feel super underdressed for Asgard. Loki swung open a beautiful wardrobe and began shuffling through dresses. Thor began playing with your hair.

“We always wanted a little sister.” Thor admitted.

You smiled at yourself as you watched Thor braid your hair.

“This is the one.” Loki announced, holding up a dress that you couldn’t help but gasp at.

“For me?!” You asked.

Thor and Loki nodded. They left so you could put it on.

You twirled in front of the mirror in your floor length, long sleeved, lavender Asgardian dress. You felt like a princess.

“You look lovely!” Loki said with a clap.

“Thank you, Loki.” You smiled.

“I’m glad you like it, because it’s yours, Princess.” Thor said.

“Oh… It’s- oh my goodness! Thank you!” You exclaimed, hugging both of them.

“Wear it home. Maybe they will go easy on you.” Loki winked.

A twinge of fear rushed to your stomach at the thought of being in trouble when you got home, but it went away when you thought of Peter. You had to get home.

…

“I didn’t know what was going on.” Bucky said to Tony.

Tony had just explained to Steve, and now Bucky what you talked to him about this morning.

“We need to make sure she knows she can come to us.” Steve said.

Bucky agreed. “I know I haven’t been around long, but I know my daughter. She’s not in love with him.” Bucky smiled.

The three of them sat in silence for a few seconds.

“THAHAHANK GAHAHAD!” Steve burst out laughing, soon to be joined by Bucky and Tony.

When their laughter subsided, Tony spoke. “I just want her to come home already.”

“I have a feeling she’s on her way.” Bucky mused.

“Yeah… She can’t stand to be away from me for more than-” Steve looked at his watch. “More than two hours.” Steve giggled, referencing your “soft spot” for him.

….

“Heimdall, can we land close to Peter Par-” You were cut off by him nodding.

You shook his hand. “Thank you, sir.” You held onto Thor and you were sent home.

You kept your eyes open this time.

….

You and Thor landed in the middle of the woods.

“What’s Peter doing here?” You asked.

“I’m not sure, but we aren’t far from the cabin. I’m going to walk back. You talk to him.” Thor said, pointing down a trail.

You looked down the trail and you could see the edge of the lake. You followed it, and found Peter sitting in the grass next to the shimmering water. It was sunset. A nice breeze blew through your hair. You were happy to be back here. You were happy to see Peter.

“Peter?” You asked, standing behind him.

“Y/N!” Peter exclaimed, jumping to his feet and wrapping you in a hug.

“Where have you been?” He asked, gripping your upper arms, looking into your eyes.

They were red, as if he’d been crying.

“Have you been crying?” You asked sadly.

“A little. I was worried about you! Wow, you look beautiful.” Peter said.

“Thank you… I went to Asgard for a few hours.” You said, casually.

“Before I ask you a billion questions about the other realm you just traveled to, I have a more important one- Why?”

You took a deep breath, and sat down in the grass, he did the same.

“I thought I was in love with you.” You said, then slowly looked into his sorrowful eyes.

“When you mentioned MJ, I got lost in my emotions, and made Thor take me away from here. It was stupid, but- I was scared.”

“Have you returned with an answer?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“Yes… wait here.” You ordered, and stood up to limp off into the woods.

Peter looked at you confused when you returned with the golden cup.

“Woah! This is so cool! Is this from Asgar-”

“Drink from it.” You smiled.

“Uhh.. it’s not a love potion, is it?” Peter asked, his eyes wide.

“No! This isn’t Harry Potter!” You laughed, smacking his arm.

“Drink. It’s my memories.”

“Okay.” Peter sighed, trusting you, and sipped from the cup.

...

Peter looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“Now you know how I feel about you… You can see why I might have been confused- the strength of my love for you. You're the best friend I waited my entire life for. You’re so special to me and I’m going to love you forever.” You smiled, tears in your eyes as well.

Peter took your hands in his.

“Y/n I can’t even live without you now. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. That’s why I was so worried today. When you got hurt last night, I was so scared… You mean so much to me too. You changed my life by showing how you overcame your past and grew so much. How strong it made you. It helped me be better.” Peter cried.

You tackled him to the grass in a hug and you both cried.

Peter sat up, bringing you with him, and wiped your tears. His face was tear stained, his nose red along with yours.

“I can’t stop crying!” You laughed.

“Well, good thing I always know how to make you.” He said, snuggling you to his chest.

“Oh this does help.” You smiled.

“You know what else helps?” Peter asked, playfulness very evident in his voice.

“Oh no- let me guess.” You said sarcastically.

“Yo! What’s with the attitude huh?” Peter teased, pinning you down in the grass, and digging into your hips.

You went straight into belly laughter and started trying to thrash around. “NOHOHO NOT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!”

“Wow! I don’t tickle you here nearly enough! I’ll make sure to remember.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You blushed and tried to give him an evil look, but it didn’t work. He just laughed and kept tickling your hips for minutes.

“Haha okahahay.” He said after a while. He tapped his chin as if he was thinking very hard about something. “Oh I know! Tummy tickles time!” He announced.

“Ohohoho no! NOHAHAHAT THERE!” You shouted repeating yourself.

“Not there! Not there! Not there!” Peter mocked, darting his fingers around your torso with each “not there.”

You laughed so hard that you couldn’t breathe and had to force yourself to gasp for air even though the only thing you wanted to do was laugh.

“I love my Y/n so much I just gotta tickle her!” Peter growled through gritted teeth, digging harshly into your ribs.

Laughter wasn’t enough for that one. Nope. That made you scream.

“HAHAHA! THAT’S BAD ISN’T IT!” Peter laughed evilly, continuing to tickle that way.

You nodded your head as you silent-laughed.

“I know you love the tickle monster!” Peter said in such a ruthlessly teasing way, as he wiggled his fingers in your super ticklish armpits. “Everyone knows it!”

“NO!” You managed to lie through your laughter. You thought you would’ve learned that this was never a good idea by now, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Oh yeah? Well I’m gonna make you tell the truth!” Peter giggled, before pinning your arms above your head.

You expected him to blow a raspberry, but he just nuzzled the left crook of your neck. You were a giggling mess. The next thing he did was new. You’d never had this happen before. It was new and unexpected. And it tickled. BAD. Peter blew a raspberry, not on either side of your neck, but the front of your neck. Both you and Peter were shocked.

“Oh I can’t imagine how bad that tickles.” Peter said, shaking his head.

“I swear I’m gonna show you one day.” You said trying to sound angry, but of course, you loved it.

“Bet.” Peter blew another one in the same spot and you belly laughed so hard. “Now, say you love the tickle monster!” Peter warned, leaning back down towards your neck.

“Awww come on, Peter!” You whined.

He didn’t hesitate to blow another one. You laughed so hard your abs ached.

“Peheheheterrrr!”He went back to scratching under your arms. “You better say it! Or I’m gonna do it again!”

Butterflies swarmed in your belly. Peter pinned your arms above your head again and you tensed. He nuzzled into your neck and snuck his way to the front blowing the biggest, sloppy, ticklish raspberry. The buzz sent chills up your spine and laughter poured out of your lips.

“I LOVE THE TICKLE MONSTER! STOP!” You yelled and Peter let you go. You rolled over catching your breath.

“I love you, Y/n.” Peter said, some seriousness returning to his tone.

You sat up. “I know… I love you, Peter.”

“I know… Ready to go back to the cabin?”

“I am. I’m scared I’m going to be in trouble, but I don’t care. I’ve been away from Steve for like… hours.” You joked. You were kind of serious though.

Something changed in you and Peter’s relationship that day. It was made stronger. You were happy you had your answer, and so was Peter. After this, he knew he would always be there for you, no matter how old you two got, no matter where life took you. In the meantime, he made sure to snuggle you more, hug you more, and, of course, tickle you more.

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Stiles

“It just showed up there on my keyring this morning,” I shouted. Scott was right next to me, but if I’d talked in a normal tone it would’ve been drowned out by the music. “I asked my dad if he put it there but he said he didn’t know anything about it”

“It’s just a key, right?” Scott furrowed his brows.

“Yeah, but it’s not mine. And I don’t know how it got there or what it’s for.”

“You want to leave so we can figure it out?”

“Uh...” My gaze traveled over the loft, landing on the painting station where Valerie had escaped to. Ironically, her all-black outfit made her stand out in the sea of color and light. She was painting blue rings around her wrists, her face adorably scrunched up in concentration as she tried to keep them as straight as possible. The purple streaks in her hair glowed in reaction to the UV-light, and her studded belt cast sunspots all around her. She looked stunning.

“It can wait,” I decided. I had explained most things to her earlier, but there was still stuff we needed to talk about, a thing I wanted to clear up, and a question I wanted to ask.

Scott nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and I made my way through to crowd towards Valerie. She noticed me as soon as I arrived beside her.

“Hey,” she said. When closer to her face I noticed she had also painted a blue heart on her left cheek, just like Harley Quinn.

“Hi.”

“The girl who does the painting is kinda busy with someone else right now-”

“No, It’s just that. Actually...” I tried racking my brain for appropriate conversation starters, but my mind kept going back to that burning question I had wanted to ask Valerie for almost a year now. I guessed she’d be more likely to answer it now than she’d ever been, and if she didn’t I could just move on with the conversation.

So I gathered enough courage to ask, “You remember the Winter Formal?”

At Valerie’s shy nod I decided to continue.

“You said your dad had made you go, but you lied. How come?”

Judging by her expression, that was not where she thought I was going with that. After getting over the initial shock, her eyebrows drew together in a frown. “How did you know I was lying?”

“You have a tell,” I said simply. “I have a tell? What is it?”

“I’m not gonna tell you that. Then you’ll stop doing it.”

Valerie raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘well, you got me there’. She fell silent then, looking out into the crowd of dancing teenagers. At first, I thought she wasn’t going to answer my question, but eventually, she turned back to me, and her mouth fell open.

“Do you remember the Spring Fling in freshman year?”

I nodded, remembering how miserably I had failed to ask Lydia to that dance. I tried not to cringe at the memory.

“Well, I had so much fun there that I guess I kind of wanted to relive that, even if it wasn’t possible. The Spring Fling was sort of the last good memory I had with Michael before I dumped him the week after.”

My brows instantly flew together in confusion. “I thought he..”

“Yeah, that’s what he told everyone. But no, I was the one who ended it. I guess it all started with a promise we made. You know that Michael was adopted, right?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, well, what no one knew except me was that his adoptive parents had a biological child who died. They literally adopted him as a replacement for their son. They were so stricken with grief that they controlled him, forcing him to live up to the fantasy they had of their son in their heads. They even changed his name.”

Upon seeing the horrified look on my face, Valerie nodded as if to say ‘I know’. “Yeah, Michael wasn’t his original name.”

I blinked, trying to process the new information I had been told. I had never liked Michael, but that was because I just saw him as this perfect popular guy with his perfect popular friends and perfect popular girlfriend. I had no idea he had all this going on.

Valerie continued her story. “But that was actually what originally brought us together. Although our situations weren’t the same, I was still the only one he knew that understood what it felt like to have a parent who wants to control you.

“Two nights before the dance we had promised each other that we would start to rebel against our parents, because up until then, we had lived the life they wanted us to. We were both sick of living a life that wasn’t ours – so we decided to gradually stop. He was supposed to sabotage his acceptance interview to Davenford Prep, and I was going to dye my hair.” Valerie’s hand ran carefully through her purple and blonde locks.

“But then I guess he began to chicken out. His interview came and he did it perfectly, so he got accepted. I got mad and tried to talk to him about it, but when I brought it up he got all cold and defensive. After a while, he was downright mean. I got sick of it eventually and decided to dump him.

“But it was the kick in the balls I needed to realize that I didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. Not to my dad and not to my friends. So instead of just dying my hair, I rebelled fully. I started living the life I wanted, as much as I could.”

It was then I felt like I finally solved the mystery that was Valerie Thomas. She wasn’t just this tough punk with a snarky attitude – she was a girl in a constant battle with the world to be herself. The sudden transformation hadn’t had anything to do with her breakup with Michael like I’d originally thought – she had just finally gotten the courage to express her true self.

I remembered that conversation I overheard between her and Erica, and what Valerie had said to her.

It’s better to be hated than loved for what you’re not.

Those were the two options Valerie was given. Be loved for what she’s not, or be hated for what she is. It was a shitty deal but it was the only one she got.

And she had chosen the latter.

I admired her for that. I’m not sure I could let go of what people thought of me like that. She didn’t even try to clear up her reputation after. She let the whole school think she was some kind of scorned woman because she just didn’t care what they thought. But that made me wonder.

Why did she tell me?

Did she care about what I thought of her? Had that much changed between us that she didn’t want me to view her in that way anymore?

I put those questions in the back of my mind for now, and instead of giving her words of sympathy that wouldn’t mean anything, I decided to clear something up that I thought might actually put her in a better mood.

“When I left you at the Winter Formal, it was because Lydia was attacked by Peter Hale. Then that turned into this whole thing between werewolves and hunters. I just had to help.”

Valerie’s eyes sparked in a way that I understood meant that she had figured something like that had happened by now, but she still appreciated that I had told her.

“I just wanted to tell you so you didn’t think I left because I didn’t wanna dance with you or something. Because I wanted to dance with you. I really did.”

Her lips turned into a small smile, one that was starting to grow on me without me even realizing it, and she glanced down bashfully, almost like she didn’t want me to see it. But she eventually looked up again, and as she did, she held out her hand toward me. ”Well, then. I’m pretty sure you still owe me a dance.”

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face at her words. Valerie laughed and I took her hand, letting her lead me onto the dance floor.

---

After dancing for a while, Valerie and I decided to take a break. That’s how we ended sitting on the metal spiral staircase with two beer bottles in our hands.

“So,” I said, taking a long sip of my beer, “I didn’t know you could sing.”

Valerie shrugged. “Yeah, I have to keep it a secret ‘cause my father thinks working with the arts is only for homeless hippies.”

“Well, you’re really good. Like really good.”

Valerie smiled, a quiet chuckle escaping her lips. “Thanks. I was really lucky to find Marcel’s and the Outcasts. It’s safe to sing there because my father would never be caught dead in a place like that.” Seeing the confused look on my face, Valerie explained further. “The Outcasts is the name of the band. It’s basically just embracing the fact that they’re a bunch of losers. I fit right in.”

“So, are you like a part of the band, like officially?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not. I just sing with them whenever I can. I mean, Colin is a good singer but he can not pull off Britney.”

“Are you..” I started, breaking eye-contact with her and looking down, wringing my hands as best as I could while still holding the bottle. “You and Colin, are you...?”

I was dreading Valerie’s response to the question, but I didn’t expect her to burst out laughing.

“Me and Colin? Dating?! Oh my God, that is the funniest thing I have heard in a while.”

“So, you’re not...?”

Valerie laughed once again. “God no! He’s nineteen for fuck’s sake! Besides, he’s like an older brother to me.”

My eyebrows raised. “He’s nineteen?”

Valerie nodded. “Yes!”

Thinking about what I’d just asked again, a laughed escaped my throat. And because I laughed, Valerie laughed. Soon we were both laughing like crazy. Valerie shook so much that she had to lean on me for support, but that didn’t stop her from accidentally spilling beer in her lap, which made us laugh even more. After a while, the laughter rippled out, but two identical grins were still left on our faces.

“You know,” said Valerie, wiping at the spot on her pants were she’s spilled to beer. Luckily, they were black, so you could barely see the stain. “You think you’d know how I act around someone I like by now.”

My eyebrows furrowed, but the smile was still left on my face. “What? You mean like with Michael, I barely saw-”

Valerie shook her head and interrupted me. “Not just him. Erica and Lydia as well.”

I didn’t respond, but I guessed the shock stricken across my face communicated my reaction well enough.

“What? You really thought I just had platonic feelings for Erica?”

“Yeah, I did,” I said, finally coming out of the shock. “But when you say it it does make sense.” My mind flashed back to Valerie threatening to rip my arms off and beat me up with them if I didn’t leave Erica alone. “But Lydia too? When?”

“When we were friends before Michael moved to town. Why do you think I used to tease you so much about your crush on her?”

The way Valerie said ‘your crush’ made me realize that she still thought I liked Lydia. I felt stupid for not thinking about it. I had liked Lydia for six and a half years, why would Valerie suddenly assume that I’d stopped? I hadn’t told her.

But I wanted to. I wanted to tell her that my feelings for Lydia were all in the past. But why should I? It’s not like Valerie and I were.... or anything. No, I couldn’t tell her. I just had to continue the conversation.

“So you like girls?” I asked.

Valerie nodded. “Do you?”

“Absolutely.”

Valerie smiled. “Great.”

“But you also like boys?”

“Absolutely. Do you?”

My eyes widened. Wait...

Valerie’s laugh broke me out of my trance. “I’ve actually never told anyone from school this,” she said, “but I’m pansexual.”

“What’s that?” I asked curiously.

“Well,” she said, running a hand through her hair, “It’s very similar to bisexuality, in that you’re attracted to several genders, but unlike in bisexuality, gender is not a factor in one’s attraction.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how people have different types?”

I nodded.

“Well, um, let’s take you as an example,” Valerie turned to me. “Is there, like, a particular eye color you-”

“Blue,” I said instinctively. Once I realized what I’d done, my cheeks heated up and I broke eye-contact with Valerie. She did the same.

“Yeah... so a bisexual person might like boys with blue eyes and girls with brown eyes. They can also have a gender preference. But for pansexuals, gender doesn’t matter at all. We don’t have any preferences and our attraction isn’t affected by gender. This doesn’t mean that we’re attracted to everybody, people still have types, gender just isn’t a factor.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I understand.” An awkward silence (as much of a silence as possible considering the loud music in the house) fell over us. It was a stark difference to our laughing fit not too long ago, and I silently cursed myself for fucking it up.

“I’m gonna get more beer,” said Valerie, taking the bottle out of my hand and walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, you do that,” I said, not even commenting on the fact that neither of us had finished our bottles.

Valerie arrived a minute later, two full bottles in her hands. She stepped onto the staircase, saying, “I have a question, in light of all this werewolf stuff.”

“Ask away,” I said, eager to have something to talk about.

Valerie sat down beside me and handed me one of the bottles. “That time you tied up Scott with duct tape and threw lacrosse balls at him, did that have anything to do with the supernatural or was it just a fun thing you were trying out?”

I cringed. “You saw that, huh?”

Valerie nodded. ”Yeah. I think I still have the footage on my phone if you wanna see?”

I groaned which made Valerie laugh.

“Uhm, yeah, I was trying to teach him to control his anger so he wouldn’t wolf out and kill everyone. I was also mad at him at the time, so...”

Valerie grinned. “That’s pretty devious. Good for you. You’re gaining respect points by the minute.”

I grinned back at Valerie. My mind flashed back to when I brought home her bag after it was announced that Erica had died. I’d noticed a Slytherin pin on it, and now I couldn’t help to think how well she fitted in the House. Every time so far she’d said someone had earned her respect, was after she’d found out they’d done something cunning. It was clear how much she valued the trait.

Valerie went to take a sip of her beer but frowned when the bottle made contact with her mouth.

“Shit, I forgot to take the caps off.” She looked over to the other side of the room, obviously dreading to have to go all the way back to open them.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, reaching into my pocket. “I have a bottle opener.” I pulled out my keyring, found the opener and handed it to her. Valerie smiled in thanks and opened the bottles. When she handed me the keys, I spotted something weird. It was that key I didn’t know where it came from. It had spots on it that were glowing in the black-light. I frowned, trying to figure out why that was when Valerie noticed it as well.

“Oh, cool. Your key has phosphors on it.”

I turned to look at her and was surprised by the close proximity of our faces. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips before I closed my eyes, trying to think straight.

“Um – I’m sorry, what are phosphors?”

Valerie blinked. “Oh, uh, they’re any substance that luminesces.” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet. “It’s in your teeth and your fingernails. Laundry detergent. It’s also in this.” Valerie held up her wrist and pointed at the blue ring she had painted around it. As she did, her eyes looked down from mine for a second, and I found myself longing for her to look back. She did. “And in this.” She pulled up one of her glowing purple locks. “It reacts to UV light. That’s why it glows.”

My eyes flicked down to her lips for a second before I looked up again. “How would I get phosphors on my key?”

“Have you been handling any chemicals recently?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think I’ve...” And just like that, a horrible realization hit me.

“What?” Valerie asked, suddenly sounding very worried. “What is it? You have the same look on your face like at the Winter Formal. Like you figured something out.”

I didn’t answer her.

“I’m sorry. I’m really, totally sorry,” I said, getting up from the staircase. “You’re right, I just thought of something and I have to go.”

“Uh-uh!” Valerie protested, getting up after me. “You’re not gonna leave me like this again. I’m coming with you.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll just go alone.” I turned around but was only able to take one step before Valerie appeared in front of me, putting a hand on my chest. Her touch was gentle for now, but I knew that if she wanted to she could literally hold me in place, no problem.

“And let you drive while intoxicated? What would daddy Sheriff think about that? I have a very high tolerance- or it could be healing magic but whatever. I’m coming with and I’m driving.” Valerie took hold of my arm and led me out. I didn’t want her to come, not if my theory was true, but she had made up her mind and there was no stopping her.

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By the time we arrived at the school, the sun was going up again. I hurried through the empty halls, Valerie following behind me, extremely confused. She had given up asking questions by now, seeing as I gave them very vague answers.

I finally arrived at the Chemistry classroom. Opening the door carefully, Valerie tailing after me, I walked in and headed towards the Chemistry closet. I pulled the keyring out of my back pocket, took a hold of the new key and put it in the keyhole. I turned it and the door opened.

“Okay, that was definitely not supposed to work,” Valerie whispered from beside me.

I closed and locked the door again. Turning to face the front of the classroom, I noticed the handwriting on the blackboard, wondering why the hell that was still there. Valerie followed my gaze and her eyes widened. It must’ve felt really weird to see a message left for a serial killer telling them to kill you and your friend.

I walked forward to the blackboard, Valerie following me once again. I hesitated for a moment, swallowing roughly before I grabbed a piece of chalk. I moved it around in my fingers for a second before quickly writing a new set of numbers next to the previous ones. It was undeniable. They were exactly the same.

The message was written in my handwriting.

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Kilig + peter

kilig: the delightful feeling that sends shivers of pleasure down the spine as one encounters something romantic.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

Maybe this isn’t it.

“You don’t have to stand there, if you don’t want.” Brian says, offering a smile.

Peter wishes he wouldn’t do that sometimes, the smiling. Mainly because it means he has to stare at him three seconds longer than the already long gaze, just to note how he smiles with his whole face. “I can bring it to you when it’s ready.” Brian smiles like he really means it, and it’s not something he’s seen before. “You can take a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

Instead of replying to his smile with one of his own, he’s only able to manage a nod before he takes a seat at the usual spot in the corner.

Peter watches him work the machine, behind the counter. He’s not much of an expert on coffee besides the actual consuming part of it, but even to his naked eye he can tell how much Brian fumbles around with the espresso machine. His big hands are grasping the levers at the wrong time, and Peter’s sure he’s seen Brian now spill something for the second time today. It makes him wonder who he possibly knows here to get employed, and if his smile sold as many lattes as he was spilling across their counters.

The music playing behind them gradually changes to lose its lyrics; there’s a softer jazz piano solo playing now. Peter repositions himself to actually sit at the table, opening up his laptop and seeing the spreadsheet come back to life. The numbers stare at him, and he stares right back at them. He’s not sure why he’s doing this for the third time this week, trying to work in a café with a clear distraction keeping him from everything else but.

Brian appears next to him, and he’s even a bit too close. He’s crouching over to him, giving him that same damn smile as he places the espresso and another plate next to him.

“I... only ordered the—”

Brian’s quick to cut him off, and he speaks defensively, as if having expected it. “It’s on the house. We made too many this morning and...” Brian stares directly at him, and Peter feels completely like an open book being read, and from the very first page. “I might be new but I know you’re a regular. Or at least Claudette over there tells me.”

Peter adjusts his glasses, staring at the madeleines in front of him. There’s six of them, and it seems like way too many pieces for it to have been a simple mistake from the kitchen.

He wants to take another look at Brian, especially because he’s so close. But he knows better than to do so, and instead, nods again. “Thank you.” Peter lifts his head to him, but his eyes stare at something further than Brian, directed at anything behind him instead of him directly. He just doesn’t have the courage to look at Brian the same way.

Although Peter’s not looking, Brian watches instead, as if waiting for something only to let it go. “Well, if you need anything else, let me know. I’m here till closing today, so.”

“Thank you.” Peter says, fleetingly. Before Brian takes his turn back, he adds. “Brian.”

“How’d you know my—”

This time, Peter cuts him off, but not with words. Instead, his fingers point at his upside down name tag hanging loosely on his chest. Brian’s eyes follow and discover it, and then lets out a loud laugh. “Right. Name tags. These are a thing.”

Peter interjects a second time, reaching out his arm to adjust Brian’s name tag so that it’s clipped well enough to remain right side up. It’s only after he does it that he realizes how strange the action is to have done wordlessly to a stranger, he Peter immediately apologies. “Sorry, I should have asked.” He bites his lower lip, and waits for a response. Brian weirdly seems quite silent, and for the first time, Peter feels the need to fill the void. “I won’t do that again, sorry.”

“No, you’re completely alright. Thanks for that, actually.” Brian scratches his head, before playfully looking towards Peter’s chest, as if looking for one. “Would be nice if everyone that came in wore one. Would make my life a lot easier. Anyway. Let me... know if you want anything else.”

Peter returns that weekend to the café, with his company badge hung around his neck.

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roseskiesandbutterflies · 4 years

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Killer Queen - Chapter 10: Dreamers Ball

Summary: Life is easy when things go your way. I know this from experience. I also know that that can disappear in an instant and that you have to be able to rely on your friends. Luckily my name is Arabella Ruth White and I’m the fifth marauder. But I want to show you the girl behind the mask. It takes a lot of work to be this fabulous, darling. (This story is also on Wattpad and AO3 of the same name.)

A/N: So, I recently binge-read all of Lore Olympus on Webtoons and if you haven’t read it, then I highly recommend it. It’s about the Greek Gods (mainly Persephone and Hades) but it deals with some mature themes just to warn you. The chapter title comes from Queen’s 1978 album, Jazz.

Warning(s): alcohol, drugs, swearing, implied sex

Word Count: 4.3k+ (this was one word off of being 4400 words so that’s annoying)

Inspiration: random headcanons I found on Tumblr and Pinterest, The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3

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Throwing a birthday ball might just have been my best idea thus far, if I did say so myself, and it hadn’t even started yet. I was gradually walking through the doors of the Great Hall, embracing my dramatic entrance for every little millisecond that it was worth. All eyes were on me, as they should be since it was my birthday and I bloody love attention, and suddenly I understood what brides must feel like when they walk down the aisle. The train of my sparkling golden gown trailed along behind me, leaving a stream of glitter in my wake. It had been both a style choice and a way to infuriate Filch when he had to clean it up. Have fun with that, you miserable bastard. The Great Hall was decorated from top to bottom in gold, gold streamers, gold glitter, gold balloons. It was akin to the Emerald City from The Wizard Of Oz but, well, gold. Anyone who was anyone was among the crowd watching me, providing they were at least a fifth year; I didn’t want little kids at my birthday party, thank you very much. The only ones I would even consider would be Rhea and Luke, but they weren’t at Hogwarts yet and right now, I was grateful for that. As far as I could see, everyone had a glass of amber-coloured liquid in their hand, which I assumed was butterbeer for the far majority of people in the hall. Some minuscule part of me wanted to squirm under all of the attention, but I suppressed it as best as I could. I had a reputation to keep up, after all.

You may be wondering how on earth I got access to the Great Hall for my birthday party, and honestly, I can’t blame you for pondering such a thing. It had been a complete stroke of luck which had come in the form of good old Minnie McGee. I’d been explaining my plan for the ball to the lads during one breakfast back in September, yes my plans for it have been in the works for that long what are you going to do about it, and Minnie had overhead while she was walking past our usual spot. I’m quite sure she has some kind of hearing superpower, even though that particular sense should be decaying with her old age rather than growing. And just in case you’ve somehow found this, naturally, I mean no offence, Minerva, so please don’t give me another detention I really don’t want one please and thank you. She’d then gone on to offer the Great Hall for the party but with three conditions. One, she could go and bring Dumbledore as her ‘date’, two, we served nothing stronger than butterbeer and three, we actually worked hard for our OWLs which were just around the corner. Initially, we all thought that she was joking but it turned out that she was deadly serious (naturally Sirius had interrupted her with his classic pun) and that she was, in fact, rather looking forward to going to a party for the first time in a while. James had then asked if she was on drugs, because quite frankly this was one of the nicest things she had ever done for us, and she came very close to whacking him upside the head for even suggesting such a thing. But she never actually denied it, so I still secretly think she does weed. I don’t know about you, but I can most certainly see it.

Now, as you’d expect, I was rather disappointed at Minnie’s suggestion of a near total absence of alcohol, but it hadn’t been long before Sirius, always searching for an excuse to drink to the point where I often wondered if he was addicted, had suggested something quite marvellous: an afterparty. Such a seemingly straightforward idea quickly turned into something so much more. We decided to hold it later on in the night in the Room of Requirement, and only the elite people knew about it and, subsequently, invited. And by ‘elite’, I mean the male specimens I call friends, the females who I love and cherish and a couple of other people. And that was bound to be very much alcohol-fuelled. As long as I had that to look forward to, I could endure a much more age-appropriate evening, just not for too long.

Finally, I reached the platform where the teachers would usually sit during meals, and bear in mind that I had been milking the moment for way longer than necessary, so this did take some time. I cleared my throat for effect before speaking in an impossibly posh voice, “Thank you all for attending my ball this evening. I won’t talk for too long because I would hate to bore you to tears, I’ll leave that job to Professor Binns. Now, Minnie, don’t look at me like that, we all know it’s true. Look, even Dumbledore agrees with me and you can’t argue with Dumbledore. Moving on, I would like to say a couple of things so entertain me for a moment. One, if any of you are caught drinking anything stronger than butterbeer, then I will happily leave you to face the wrath of our dear Minerva on your own, I have no intention of arguing with any teacher tonight.” A few giggles rippled throughout the crowd as well as a few pouty faces from people who were doing a shockingly awful job at hiding mini bottles of firewhiskey behind their backs. It wasn’t my problem, I did say this on the invites I sent out, if they chose to go against that then they would deal with the consequences, not me. I continued, “Two, I hope you all enjoy yourselves tonight and remember, it ends at precisely eleven o’clock, which means don’t hang around. Frank and Alice, I’m looking at you.” The couple in question blushed furiously and Alice gave me a death stare that could rival the one I get from Remus when I gather enough courage to steal some of his chocolate. I then clapped twice to signal the official start of the ball and music began to blast from the speakers I’d linked up to my record player which was enchanted to start playing a record whenever I clapped my hands.

It took a second, but people were soon dancing and mingling and doing whatever else people do at parties. I made a beeline straight for the boys but ignored their greetings, instead, I grabbed two, I wasn’t sure which ones, and, hoping that they were all following if they weren’t being dragged, marched over to the drinks table. I let go of whoever I had been holding to pour myself a much-needed butterbeer, but in a wine glass because I’m classy like that, leaving two boys to rub their arms in pain.

“Bloody hell, Ruth, you could have just asked us to come with you, that really wasn’t necessary,” Remus muttered as he got his own drink.

“Why is your grip that damn strong?” James pouted, whining like the little child that he is.

Sirius just smirked evilly, “I think we all know where she gets her practice with her grip.”

Naturally, I wasn’t going to have that, so I swatted him on the arm as if he was a fly, but then I decided that that just wasn’t enough, so I kicked him in the shin. Not too hard because I was feeling nice for some strange reason, but you get the idea. He then howled suspiciously like a dog, causing us all to give him strange looks that pretty much read dude what the fuck.

Sirius, then desperate to change the subject to literally anything else, went on to ask, “Ruth, are Snivellus and his mates supposed to be here? Because I don’t have a problem with physically throwing them out,” he shrugged.

I sighed, knowing my response wasn’t going to be immensely popular amongst the group. I muttered quietly, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes, “I invited them.” As expected, I was met with outcries and protests from the cloud of testosterone surrounding me, such as but they’re such pricks and why would you want to infect your own party with the human equivalent of the goddamn plague, so I was quick to defend myself, “I didn’t want to! It’s just that Lily said that she wouldn’t go if I didn’t at least give Snivellus the option. But then I worried that he’d hang around Lily the whole time, and I wasn’t going to allow that, so I invited a couple of his friends too. I didn’t think they’d actually show up though,” I peered over Peter’s shoulder to observe him talking to Lily, grimacing at his choice of outfit if you could even call that monstrosity an outfit. I’d specified in the invites that you had to wear muggle ballgown-wear and you had to make it yourself using magic. I guess blood supremacists don’t even want to wear muggle-style clothes these days. They really are that shallow and it surprised me how Lily couldn’t see that.

Sirius huffed and made a comment that sounded like it should have come from James’s mouth instead of his, “Fine, but only because Lily is a treasure and I’m also terrified to death of her.” When he was met with blank stares for the second time in five minutes, he blushed furiously, only just clocking what he had just revealed.

I smirked at him, “Since when were you such good friends with my dear Lily?”

It was just a widely accepted fact that the girls weren’t huge fans of the boys, and while those attitudes weren’t reciprocated by the other side, it was practically unheard of for the girls to be anything more than civil with the boys. Well, only if you don’t count Lily and Remus’s strange friendship. I’d often promoted a union of sorts between my two friendship groups, holding out in my firm belief that some epic bonds could be formed if they just tried, but I was usually shot down with objections of but they’re arrogant toe rags. I think that that’s complete and utter bullshit but each to their own, I guess. I just carried on in the hope that one day they’d come round and see how silly they were being.

While James was appearing to have a mental breakdown right there and then, Sirius slowly explained, “Since a couple of weeks ago? I went down to the common room because I couldn’t sleep and I found Lily and she looked quite upset, so I asked her what was wrong, thinking she would just tell me to piss off or something, but she just burst into tears and she told me a lot of stuff that I won’t tell you because I think it’s private. Anyway, long story short, we had a rather profound conversation at two in the morning, followed by a couple of games of chess because neither of us wanted to go back to bed. We’ve had some rather thought-provoking conversations in Charms because we sit next to each other this year. She’s actually really cool.”

I grinned broadly at him, “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you for four whole years!” We then high-fived because why the fuck not. Remus gave us a look of wholehearted betrayal, which is understandable because he had been assisting me in my quest to get them to appreciate Lily properly, so I gave him a high-five too, and so did Sirius. Then Peter and James high-fived for no reason other than they were feeling left out, as they should be. So, we all looked like fucking crackheads already but that was to be expected of us.

“Anyway, just because Sniv is allowed to be here, doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to fight him the second he does something fucked up, right?” Sirius asked.

“You and I both know you’ll fuck him up regardless of whether I allow it or not, so yes, yes you can. In fact, please do.”

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By around midnight we were drunk off our asses in the Room of Requirement, the civilisation of the ball long gone. It was total carnage, although you probably worked that one out for yourself, but it wasn’t all bad seeing as my two friend groups don’t try to murder each other every five seconds when under the influence of my lovely friend alcohol. Most of us were sprawled out on various sofas, still in our ball attire, with Hunky Dory playing on my record player at a much lower volume because our drunk asses couldn’t deal with too much noise. I was lying on a sofa with my head in Marlene’s lap and my feet in Dorcas’s while James and Peter shared a sofa. Alice and Frank were, as I had predicted earlier on, making out in some darkened corner, thinking that they were being subtle because no one was gawping at them. In reality, the only reason we all refused to look was because they were being more than a bit gross and no one wanted to see that, to be frank. Pun absolutely intended. Dorcas didn’t drink because of her religion, which meant she was the only sober one in the room, and that meant it was her job to make sure we didn’t get ourselves killed or anything like that. Lily was actually a bit tipsy, but only due to Sirius’s incessant nagging that she was missing out on the finer things in life. I mean there were certainly finer things than knock-off elf wine we smuggled in from Hogsmeade, but Lily didn’t need to know that. Meanwhile, Sirius was stumbling on a table he’d conjured for this exact reason, wearing Marlene’s stiletto heels and ranting about society’s many problems as he usually did when drunk. Tonight’s topic was for discussion was feminism.

“But why is the world like this? We shouldn’t just accept it for how it is! Shouldn’t we try and change it or something?” he slurred, finishing his drink and promptly refilling it with his wand. Several amens could be heard from almost everyone in the room, as is what happened every time Sirius made a point. It was strongly reminiscent of the church service my mum would drag me along to from time to time.

“Sirius, not that I don’t agree with you, but maybe you should get down before you break your neck?” Lily suggested, looking at him in sheer terror.

He just pouted down at her, “I will only get down when the patriarchy falls, and you girls don’t have to live in fear of boys who have the audacity to call themselves men!”

“If a boy comes anywhere near me, I’ll just smack him round the face, I don’t give a shit,” I piped up, swinging my hand around as if I was actually punching someone, and coming very close to actually hitting Marlene in the face.

“That’s alright though because self-defence and shit,” James grinned at me, running over to clink his glass against mine, then running back to his sofa and sitting down as if nothing happened, leaving me confused, to say the least.

“Has anyone seen Remus?” Sirius suddenly changed the subject. When all he got in response was shrugs and confused looks, he started walking up and down the table like it was a catwalk, shouting, “Remus! Remus, where are you, you little shit? Remu-” he suddenly fell straight off of the table but stood up and brushed himself off as if he hadn’t just nearly died, “Reeeeeeemuuuuuuuus!”

“I think he’s with Idania. I don’t know where though,” Peter offered.

Marlene and I gave each other a knowing look and bumped arms, “I think we all know what they’re getting up to,” she raised an eyebrow at me suggestively.

“Ooooooh, Remus you saucy boy,” I snorted, making James cackle so much that he fell off of his chair and also making Lily fake-vomit so much that I was seriously expecting her to actually throw up right there and then.

I think it’s important to update you on the whole Idania-Remus situation. It’s been a tricky one, I won’t lie to you about that. They only started talking again a couple of days ago, making it nearly three weeks of silent treatment from both parties. Even I thought that that was a bit much, and we all know that I can be a dramatic little shit at the best of times. After copious amounts of persuasion from us, way more than would have been necessary if he wasn’t a stubborn bastard, a rather miserable Remus had finally apologised for some things he’d said in the heat of the argument that he hadn’t really meant. He didn’t disclose exactly what he’d said, but I have to be honest, I was just glad that he got over himself and talked to her because it was painful to sit behind them in History of Magic while they were being that damn ridiculous. Not only had he said that he was sorry, but he’d wanted to do something for her to show her how sorry he was. He’d done some research, which meant he’d spent twelve hours straight in the library. James, forever the mother hen of the group, was far from pleased to find out that he’d missed two whole meals, so naturally, that had led to him lecturing poor Remus on the importance of eating properly. He argued that that it doesn’t matter that it’s for love, you need to eat, for Merlin’s sake, which was saying something when you remember how James was a closeted romantic himself. He’d eventually found a spell that was a variant on the translation spells Peter was rather fond of for uncomplicated pranks. Usually with those spells, you speak whatever you mean to say in English, but when it comes out, everyone hears the language you’re cursed to speak. This one, however, worked with sign language; he would say what he wanted to say, and his hands would automatically sign what he’s saying. It didn’t solve everything, he still had to keep studying the language so he could understand Idania, but it was a sure start, and a massive help for the both of them. According to Remus when he’d returned to tell us how it went, she’d been so grateful that she’d almost started crying, though she denied it every time we asked her about it.

While I had been simultaneously amusing and horrifying my friends with mental images of Remus doing unholy things, Sirius had been on a mission to find him, and seemed to have returned triumphant. At some point, he must have left the room even though I had no memory of seeing him leave, as he was now dragging Remus behind him by the hand, who was dragging Idania somewhat gentler. “I found them!” he proclaimed with a stupid grin on his face, in a way similar to how a child would announce such a thing.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock,” Peter muttered with no actual malice behind his words.

“You’re welcome, Pete,” Sirius bowed but then stumbled forwards, crashing headfirst onto the ground. He didn’t bother getting up, choosing to sit cross-legged on the floor once he got his bearings.

Lily plonked herself down next to him and gazed at him quizzically, “Why are you saying, ‘you’re welcome’, when you’re the one who wanted to know where they were?”

He covered her mouth with his hand to prevent her from speaking, “Shhh, Lily-flower, shhh.”

She scowled at him while Marlene mouthed ‘Lily-flower’ at me in confusion. I just shrugged, desperately trying not to laugh at James who was clearly dying of embarrassment while trying to hide from Lily. We once heard him murmur the nickname in his sleep during our second year, and even though he hasn’t said it since, we refused to let him forget it. Lily must have licked Sirius’s hand or something for he retracted his hand as quickly as he would if he’d had an electric shock, wiping it on his trousers while staring at her in disgust and betrayal. Lily didn’t show an inch of sympathy towards his pain.

“So, what were you two actually doing?” Dorcas asked, directing the conversation back to Idania and Remus.

Idania smirked evilly and looked up at Remus, looking awfully glad that she didn’t have to be the one to explain. I still thought they hooked up finally, but Remus didn’t look nearly as mortified as I imagined he would.

Remus opened his mouth to speak but Lily cut him off, “I can smell weed.”

“How the fuck do you of all people know what weed smells like?” I laughed.

She glared at me in a way that had me quaking in my heels, “Please, you know what Cokeworth’s like, so you can trust me when I say I know what weed smells like.” I had to give it to her, that town wasn’t exactly the poshest in the UK, and I would know seeing as I used to live in the damn place.

We locked eyes for a second, then slowly looked up at Remus and Idania’s slightly guilty but overall chilled-out faces.

Well shit.

Once it clicked in my head as to what they had been doing, I started giggling uncontrollably for a good minute, and everyone else started looking at me really worriedly. I can’t say I blamed them if I’m honest, I did look like something of a lunatic. I quickly put the spell that Remus had found on myself, suddenly feeling really bad that Idania probably didn’t have much of an idea of what had just been said.

“Idania, how dare you corrupt our sweet, innocent Remus?” I laughed, shaking my head like a disapproving parent.

“Excuse you, Remus hasn’t been innocent since before he met us,” James grinned lopsidedly.

“I wasn’t that innocent before I met you,” the boy in question tried to defend himself, only to be met with about seven people saying, ‘you were’.

“Anyway, that’s beside the point. The point is you smoked weed?” I asked incredulously.

“Don’t look at me like that!” he said, “It’s not that big of a deal, no one really cares about that kind of thing these days, well not in the muggle world at least. Live a little, Ruth.”

“That doesn’t make it any less weird that it’s coming from you, mate,” James shook his head.

“But here’s the question nobody else is brave enough to ask, apparently,” Marlene raised a finger and then pointed it at the couple, “Is it nice? And if so, may we have some?”

Most of us, excluding Dorcas and Lily, made some sort of noise of agreement to which Remus just laughed, “Well, it’s Idania’s, not mine, so it’s up to her really…” he trailed off, leaving his girlfriend to make up her mind.

I didn’t actually know much sign language, except for the odd word or phrase I’d picked up (naturally fuck off was on of them), but whatever Idania had signed in response put a devilish smirk on Remus’s face that was all too familiar, “I think that’s a yes, just not too much. Ida doesn’t think you’ll be able to handle it.” The girl in question lightly breathed through her nose, which I’d come to learn was her laugh.

I gaped at her with mock outrage on my face, “I am offended but at least I’ll get to try some, right?”

A couple of blunts went round during the next however long we were high for, while Lily and, to some extent, Dorcas looked on disapprovingly. I think it’s safe to say that the concept of time was non-existent for the rest of the night. I have to say it was one of the most relaxing yet insane experiences I’ve ever had, and it wasn’t long until long after it had worn off did I start to wonder how Idania had access to that kind of thing. She must have been even more of a badass than we first thought.

When I had first started holding parties like these last year, I had made an offer to Dorcas which had involved me making drinks that had no alcohol in them but still had the same effect. She’d been grateful for the suggestion, but she’d pointed out that doing that kind of defeats the whole point of not drinking alcohol in the first place. We’d then settled on making non-alcoholic drinks that still tasted like their alcoholic counterparts but had no effect whatsoever, and we were constantly trying different recipes. Word caught soon after we started, and our non-alcoholic drinks were in almost as high demand as the alcoholic black market I’d created with the boys. They proved to be popular among students who either didn’t want to or weren’t allowed to drink, but didn’t want to miss out on a party or something like that, as well as older students who needed a form of stress relief from their exams, but didn’t want to develop some kind of addiction. I couldn’t blame them, seeing as they used to drink a lot as a really unhealthy coping mechanism. I’d much rather they drink something else, so I was glad to have been of service. As you can imagine, the business really boomed around springtime.

“You know, trying to keep track of you all is like herding a load of cats,” she huffed, taking a sip of her not-quite-firewhiskey.

“Hey, Dorcas,” I mumbled in the most serious voice I could muster, which was quite the feat considering I was both drunk and high at that point. She leaned in to listen, only to hear me say, “Meow.”

Her brows furrowed sceptically, “Meow?”

I nodded, not breaking my composure though I desperately wanted to just dissolve into giggles like a child, “Meow. Because you said we’re cats.”

Dorcas sighed with a resigned look on her face,” Sure, Ari.”

A chorus of meows sounded throughout the room, much to Dorcas’s confusion and exasperation. I could only imagine what it must be like to have to deal with all of us unaided when we were like this.

A/N: By the way, I’m not trying to promote the use of drugs, personally I think things like marijuana should be decriminalised but that’s a story for another day. Just to remind you, this is set in 1975 at the moment, which means that drugs were more common, and more people did things like weed. It makes more sense when you consider the context. Also, they’re only human, shit like this happens.

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losingmymindtonight · 5 years

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I used Amazon credit to buy an eBook on the effects of psychological trauma and it mentioned that people who've been routinely abandoned/neglected/betrayed tend to think that every will leave them eventually. This happened. (This was supposed to be under 1k words, and look where we are now. Bask in my lack of control.)

WARNINGS: very brief mention of dementia, Tony has a MAJOR lack of self-worth going on

When Tony Stark first meets Peter Parker, the kid is 14.

Within the first five minutes, everything about Peter makes Tony wish he’d never met him at all.

“When you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you.”

The words ring in his ears. The kid is just too… too good. There’s a contradiction to him that Tony can’t quite wrap his head around. Somehow, Peter manages to exude the innocence of a child and a deeply ingrained sense of justice all at once.

Even worse, Tony feels an instant connection to the kid. He likes him, wants to look after him.

He doesn’t know if he’ll survive the day that the spark of hero worship in the kid’s eyes fades away.

(And it will fade. Tony knows it will. Peter’s looking at a veneer, staring at him through the goggles of a preconstructed hero. It won’t take long for him to spot the monster underneath. The man who shatters anything he dares to touch.)

When Tony Stark watches Peter Parker die, the kid is 16.

Somewhere along the line, Tony had started to care for the teenager. Sure, it was in the same way he started to care for anybody at this point: gradual, grudging, and with a bone-deep hesitancy that he just couldn’t shake, but it was affection all the same.

He had never wanted Peter to step foot on Titan. He would’ve done anything to spare him, to cocoon him away from reality and shield him from just how cruel the universe could be.

Peter wasn’t meant to be a soldier. He wasn’t meant to fight a war.

Tony had just… he had just wanted to protect him.

But he couldn’t.

He failed.

He’d never forget the way the kid slammed into him, fingers scrabbling against his shoulders and chest shuddering with fear. He’d never forget the way he sobbed, choked, begged.

“You're alright,” he lied.

Peter begs him to save him. Begs him to help.

“I don’t wanna go. Sir, please.”

Tony does absolutely nothing.

He offers no comfort, no gentle parting words. All he does is soften the kid’s fall when his legs disappear.

“I’m sorry.”

It feels like it’s over as soon as it begins. One second, Tony’s holding a warm, breathing, living kid. The next, he’s staring at dirt and dust.

He holds an ash-coated hand to his face and lets himself cry.

When Tony Stark watches Peter Parker come back to life, the kid is still 16.

The rush to Titan is a blur in Tony’s mind, a drawn-out streak of please let him be alright, please let him be there.

They land. He stumbles down the loading ramp, catches sight of Strange, of the Guardians, and then, of…

Oh, god. Peter.

Tony stands there, just a handful of feet away from the person he had been willing to sacrifice everything for, and prepares himself for the hatred. The disgust.

Peter had begged him. In the face of death, Peter had looked to Tony and asked to be saved.

And Tony had just stood there.

If there was anything that would shatter Peter’s expectations, his determination that Tony was a hero, it was that.

He prepares himself to watch the kid learn to hate him.

But Peter’s face doesn’t show even the tiniest hint of the anger Tony expects. Instead, it floods with relief, joy, love. He runs forward, flings himself into Tony’s arms, burrows his face into his shirt.

And then he laughs.

“You did it, Mister Stark.” Peter’s voice is reverent. “You saved us. You did it.”

(Tony realizes that he got lucky. That Peter may have overlooked this failure, but that the veneer must be chipping. The kid was still so young, still so determined to see the good in everyone and everything. Once the world beat that innocence out of him, he’d take one look at Tony and run.)

When Tony Stark teaches Peter Parker how to cradle his newborn daughter, the kid is 17.

Morgan Stark has bright blue eyes and the tiniest hands Tony’s ever seen. She’s swaddled in a blanket (Tony has no idea where it came from, he’s never seen it before in his life) and staring at the world around her with more interest than he could imagine a hospital room in birthing ward could really warrant.

Tony transfers Morgan into Peter’s arms slowly, maneuvering the kid with gentle hands and ruffling his curls once before stepping away.

Peter looks like he could cry as he stares down at the infant, brown eyes glassy and smile wobbly with emotion.

Tony looks at the two of them. Looks at the image that is just so perfect, just so utopian that he wants to have it carved into his skin, and then he waits for it to shatter.

Any minute, Peter will shove the bundle back into his arms and stumble away. He’ll reaffirm Tony’s own suspicions that this will never work, that fatherhood will suit him even worse than it did Howard. The kid’ll slam the door behind him in a fit of betrayal, a betrayal that will be well deserved, and Tony will never get the chance to apologize, get the chance to voice the I love you that’s pumping in his chest.

But Peter… doesn’t.

The teenager just stares down at Morgan for what feels like an eternity, then looks up at him with a smile so wide that it looks like his face might split underneath it.

“What’s her name?” he whispers.

“Morgan.”

“She’s so… so…”

Tony understands. He’s at a loss for words, too. “Yeah, she is.”

“You’re… you’re gonna be an awesome dad, Mister Stark.”

He blinks back tears before Peter can catch a glimpse of them.

“Thank you, Pete.”

(He lets himself be grateful that he can enjoy another day with the wool still firmly over Peter’s eyes. He pushes away the ever-present reminder that this happiness is built on the teenager’s ignorance.

He just lets himself smile at the kid. The kids. His kids.)

When Tony Stark drops Peter Parker off at MIT, the kid is 18.

He parks his car, helps the kid carry a few bags worth of clothes and supplies up a too-tight staircase and into his box-sized dorm room. Together, they unpack. Tony watches him try not to cry when May calls them for an update.

He glances at his watch once they’re done. The room is filled with an awkwardness that’s almost suffocating. Peter’s sitting silently at his desk, gripping one of his new pens so tightly that Tony wonders if it’ll snap.

Tony shifts. “Do you need anything else?”

“No.”

“Alright. You want me to stay?”

Peter shakes his head violently. “No. Just… just go.”

Tony nods, heart constricting. This is finally it. He’s overstepped his role for the last time, played through the last chapter of this far-fetched fantasy.

Peter’s 18, now. A legal adult. The childhood blinders are gone. Peter must see college as his first real chance to extract himself from Tony’s hold. He’s pushing him out. He’s moving on.

And now it’s Tony’s turn to let him.

“Alright. Bye, Pete.”

Good luck, buddy.

He steps into the hallway, walks towards the stairs.

He makes it about seven steps before Peter come bolting after him.

His first knee-jerk instinct is to expect a blow, even though he knows that Peter would never, ever resort to violence like that. Then, he decides that it must be the kid coming out to tell him to never come back. That he doesn’t want him in his life anymore, he’s seen who he really is, it’s better for everyone if Tony just-

The thoughts stop the moment that Peter throws himself into his arms.

He rocks back at the impact, but then he’s hugging the kid back without really thinking about it.

“I’m sorry.” He can hear that Peter’s crying without having to see his face. “I’m sorry. I thought if I didn’t say goodbye then it’d be easier but that was stupid. Don’t go yet. Please.”

He… he wants me to stay.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” He rubs the kid’s back, brain struggling to process the idea that Peter doesn’t want me to leave. “I don’t have to set off quite yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop that. I’m not upset and I don’t need an apology.”

“No, you do. That was selfish. I didn’t even think about the fact that this is probably super hard for you, too.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he pulls out of the hug and grips Peter by the shoulders. “Hey, how about we go find all your classrooms before I leave? That’ll give us something to do, and it’ll help you out on the first day.”

“Yeah.” Peter wipes at his wet cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Tony wraps an arm around him as they start to walk and feels his heart twinge when the kid leans into the touch.

(He doesn’t understand why Peter hasn’t seen the truth yet. Doesn’t understand why he would want Tony to drop him off at college, why he would ever want Tony to play such a pivotal role in this milestone of his life.

He selfishly hopes that he can be a part of just a few more moments like this before Peter finally pushes him away.)

When Tony Stark hands Peter Parker his first beer, the kid is 21.

They’re on the roof. It’s dark. Peter’s curled into one of the lawn chairs he’d helped Tony haul up the stairs, hoodie unzipped and posture loose. Tony can’t understand how Peter looks so at ease when he’s close enough to touch him. Close enough to hurt him, to break him.

He pops the cap off of one of the bottles and offers it to Peter without a word. The kid takes it with a lazy grin.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Tony says, dropping into his own chair and staring out at the city. “Just so you know, I’m only giving you a beer because it’s a tradition and because Pepper told me that giving you hard liquor would be considered irresponsible.”

Peter smirks. “What? She doesn’t want you to get me black-out drunk on a weekday? That’s just irrational.”

“Oi. I wasn’t gonna get you drunk. A glass of bourbon wouldn’t’ve killed you.”

“Mhm.”

He watches Peter’s eyes trace the skyline with dread pulling at his stomach. The kid looks like he’s contemplating something, brow furrowed and breath deliberate.

Peter opens his mouth to speak, and the dread turns into barely contained panic.

“Hey, Mister Stark?”

He knows that this is the moment Peter leaves. He really is an adult now. He can drink, smoke, drive, die for his country. He’s about to go to grad school and take up a paid research position. How much longer did Tony expect for Peter to cling to his childhood hero?

“Yeah, Pete?”

Just say it, kiddo. It’s alright.

“I, uh, I just…” Peter’s gaze dances to meet Tony’s, drops down to his knees, and then finally resettles on his mentor’s face. “Thank you. For… for doing this.” He jostles the beer in explanation. “For, y’know, for being here with me. Especially today.”

The panic settles. The kid’s still looking at him with that stupid, trusting look in his eyes. He’s still here. He’s still smiling.

Tony feels so fucking guilty and so fucking lucky all at once.

“Of course, Pete. Where else would I be?”

(He feels like he just dodged a bullet, but he also knows that the sniper’s still there.

And Tony’s full aware that one day, he’ll finally stop missing.)

When Tony Stark sits in a crowded auditorium to watch Peter Parker’s hooding ceremony, the kid is 25.

They call Peter’s name. Beside him, May and Morgan cheer loudly. Tony doesn’t even try to hide his proud grin as he claps. On his way off the stage, Peter turns in their direction and waves to Morgan. She waves back like her life depended on it.

They find him outside afterwards. He’s making small talk with a small group of professors. When he spots them, however, he quickly makes his excuses and bolts over.

He hugs May first. She’s got tears in her eyes as she comments on how grown-up he looks. Morgan demands his attention next, and Peter’s obviously more than happy to oblige her. She’s still small enough that Peter can lift her up without making people suspicious. He takes off his cap and drops it on Morgan head with a flourish. She laughs, hands already picking at the tassel.

It’s Tony’s turn next. Peter’s taller than him, now, but the kid still ducks his head underneath his chin despite the extra height.

They pull back, but Tony keeps a firm hold on the kid’s forearms. He looks him up and down, takes in the colorful hood and the sharp confidence in his eyes.

“Look at you.” He grins, tucks a lock of messy hair behind Peter’s ear. “How’s it feel, Pete? Or do I have to call you Doctor Parker now?”

Peter cringes. “I think I still prefer Pete.”

“Oh, thank god. Doctor Parker has too many syllables.”

The kid laughs. “Even longer than Mister Stark.”

“You know what’s even shorter than both? Tony.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. How about this: I call you Tony, and you stop calling me kid.”

“Never.”

“Then I dub you Mister Stark for all eternity.”

Tony snorts. “You’ll get tired of me long before then.”

The look of horror on Peter’s face catches him off guard. “Of course I won’t. Why would you say that?”

He stops. Watches the turmoil crawling over the kid’s face. He feels guilty, all of a sudden. He never wants to make Peter look like that ever again.

“Joking, kiddo. Stop looking like I kicked your puppy.”

“Oh, good.” Peter smiles. “Cause you’re stuck with me forever. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

Peter is a genius. Tony had read his thesis, had helped him edit it. The entire paper is coated with the kid’s brilliance.

So why hasn’t he figured it out yet? Why is he still here? Surely, he can see who I am. Why hasn’t he ran for the hills? Why does he still look at me like I built the Earth with my own two hands?

(It’ll have to change, one day. Tony can’t imagine that someone as smart as Peter can stay blind forever. He’ll come to his senses. He will. He has to.

Almost everyone else has.)

When Tony Stark fastens Peter Parker’s cufflinks on his wedding day, the kid is 28.

He’s known Peter long enough to sense his nervousness. The kid had been stuttering earlier, which was a telltale sign. Now, he just couldn’t seem to sit still.

Tony, on the other hand, felt like he was brimming with quiet affection. He was proud. He felt… fulfilled. Despite the kid’s nerves, he knew that he was happy. Happier than he’d ever been, maybe. And somewhere along the line, Peter’s happiness had become a deciding factor in Tony’s own.

They’re the only ones in the room. Peter is pacing, gaze distant. Tony stands, grabs a small box, and intercepts him with a soft hand on his chest.

“Hey.” Peter’s eyes lock onto his face at the greeting. Tony holds up the box. “Gimme your wrists.”

Peter does. Tony silently pops open the box and fastens the left cufflink, then the right.

As soon as he’s finished, Peter yanks away.

The veil of contentment rips. Tony flinches backwards, forces his hands not to twitch with anxiety as Peter restarts his pacing.

He stands stock-still, ready for the axe to fall.

He’s suddenly hyper-aware that he doesn’t deserve to be here, really. He doesn't deserve to share in these moments of joy. He feels like an intruder in Peter’s life, an infestation that the kid’s grown blind to.

Why, of everyone else in the world, would Peter want him here?

“Mister Stark?” Peter wheels around to stare at him, freezing in his tracks. “What if I screw this up?”

Tony blinks. “You won’t.”

The kid strides right up to him. There’s something imploring in his eyes. He needs Tony to say the right thing.

Suddenly, he’s terrified that he won’t be able to.

“How do you know?”

“Because… because you’re a good kid.” He swallows as the sentimentality builds in his throat. “You won’t screw it up. Hell, I don’t think you could screw this up if you tried. Just… just trust me.”

He doesn’t understand why Peter always seem to accept anything he says as gospel, but he finds himself grateful for it when the kid’s shoulders relax just slightly.

“Okay.” A deep breath. “I can… I can do this.”

He nods in agreement. “You can.”

Peter smiles at him. “I’m glad you’re here, Tony.”

“Me too, Pete.”

(He shouldn’t be glad. He shouldn’t be profiting off of his ability to trick this kid. But he is glad. He’s glad that of all the kids that could’ve come stumbling into his life, he got the one that seems incapable of seeing through the facade.

Nothing lasts forever, though. And Tony still feels like the love in Peter’s gaze is a time bomb just waiting to explode.)

When Tony Stark holds Peter Parker’s firstborn child, the kid is 32.

Peter’s face lights up when he walks into the room. He’s cradling a bundle of blankets, and Tony can’t help but think back to the night Morgan came into the world.

Except this time, it’s Peter’s life that is about to be irrevocably changed.

His kid has his own kid.

He feels old.

“Tony.” Peter’s voice is soft. “You’re here.”

“Came as fast as I could. Sorry, bud. Traffic was a nightmare.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now.” Peter raises the bundle ever-so-slightly. “Do you wanna meet him?”

Tony feels something warm explode in his chest. “Him?”

Peter nods, eyes glimmering. “Him.”

Tony doesn’t need any help holding the infant. Peter doesn’t have to guide him, but the kid does linger, just for a minute, before stepping back.

There’s a beat of silence. Then,

“Well?” Peter sounds nervous. “What do you think?”

Tony snorts. The baby’s fast asleep, eyes closed and mouth open. In all honesty, he looks like any other newborn Tony’s ever seen.

But those newborns didn’t share half of Peter’s DNA.

“He’s perfect, Pete.” He keeps his gaze trained on the child’s face. “Does he have a name?”

“We, uh, we decided on Benjamin.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “Of course.”

“Benjamin Anthony.”

His eyes snap up. Peter is fidgeting a few feet away from him, obviously unsure.

“Kid…”

“I hope… I hope that’s okay.”

Okay? Tony felt like his heart was going to explode.

But then...

“You… You don’t want to make him bear that legacy.”

Peter is shaking his head before Tony can even finish. “You’re always saying stuff like that, but it’s not true. It’s… it’s a good name.”

It’s not. You’ve just made yourself blind to who I am. I don’t know why, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but you’re only here because you’ve convinced yourself not to glance behind the curtain.

He doesn’t say any of that. He couldn't bear to, not when Peter’s expression was practically begging him for validation.

Instead, he takes a deep, steadying breath.

It’s just a name. It’s not a curse.

“Thank you, Pete.” He looks back down at the baby in his arms, at Peter’s baby, and feels a wave of love rush down his spine. “Hello, Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tony.”

He feels rather than sees Peter’s presence at his side. “He’s gonna love you.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

(Peter was blind enough to name his child after him.

Some desperate, long-suppressed part of him wanted to believe that it was proof of some kind of salvation. That he had done enough to outweigh his sins. That he had changed.

That this was proof that somewhere deep down, he was a good man.

For just a few moments, he let himself believe it.)

When Tony Stark takes his last breath, the kid is 48.

Peter Parker is holding his hand.

Frankly, Tony thinks that he’s lucky to have made it to 80, after everything he’s put his body through. He also thinks he’s lucky that his heart decided to go before the dementia could really start to settle in.

He definitely thinks he’s lucky that he can die tucked comfortably in his own bed, surrounded by his family.

Pepper’s laying with him, head on his shoulder. Morgan’s sitting on the bed beside her, clutching to his hand like she can keep him alive through sheer force of will.

Peter’s hold on his other hand is less desperate, more secure. He’d dragged a wooden chair into the bedroom days ago and, as far as Tony can tell, he’s barely moved from his post since.

They both knows that his time is running out.

“Peter,” he whispers, turning his head to look at him, “buddy.”

The kid’s voice trips on tears. “Mister Stark.”

Call me Tony, he wants to say. Don’t cry, he wants to say. You’re one of the best thing that’s ever happened to me, he wants to say.

But none of those things are what actually comes out when he opens his mouth.

“You stayed.”

There are tears dripping down Peter’s cheeks now. He sniffs hard. “Of-Of course I did. I’m gonna stay right here the whole time. I won’t leave, I swear.”

And for the very first time, Tony believes him.

He lets the certainty fall over him like a blanket. He feels warm, and safe, and more secure than he’d ever felt before.

Peter isn’t going to leave him.

“You’re such a good kid.”

Peter laughs a little, shoulders shaking as he cries. “Thank you, Mister Stark.”

“Look out for Morgan, yeah? Promise me you’ll look after her.”

“Of course I will. And Pepper, too. I’ll take care of everything. You can trust me.”

“I know I can.”

He squeezes Peter’s hand, ignores the fatigue tugging at every inch of his body. He’s not ready yet. It’s not quite time. He’s got more to say.

“You’re my kid.”

Peter doesn’t look surprised at the admission. He just nods, voice cracking. “I know.”

This is the moment when he’s supposed to say I love you, when he’s supposed to gush about how proud he is of the person Peter’s become. How he never could’ve asked for a better son.

He doesn’t.

Peter knows.

Instead, he winks. “You know the drill, kid. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…”

Tony catalogs the laugh that Peter releases at the inside joke as something to cling to as he drifts off. Pepper’s kiss, Morgan’s smile, Peter’s laugh.

“And don’t do anything you would do. Little gray area. I know, don’t worry. I’ve got it.”

He closes his eyes, squeezes the kid’s hand once before relaxing.

“Good boy.”

Morgan clutches his hand tighter. Peter’s grip doesn’t waver.

Pepper’s kiss. Morgan’s smile. Peter’s laugh.

He lets himself drift.

(Tony Stark spends a lifetime waiting for Peter Parker to leave.

But the kid stays. He always stays.)

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Fix-It - Starker Week (Day Five)

Summary: In answer to @starkerweek Day Five’s prompt: Fix-It. An Endgame Compliant / FFH Non-Compliant Fix that marries aspects of the FFH previews with a / b / o dynamics to give Starker the happily ever after they deserve...

Author’s Note: This is a Fix-It only in terms of the Starker fandom. It will provide for a happily ever after for Tony and Peter, but that is all that I will promise. The idea for this story came from the previews for Far From Home. Because the movie we were teased is not, necessarily, the movie we received (not that I didn’t adore it, because I did…it just got me thinking about what *might* have happened)…Therefore, this is not at all Far From Home compliant. There will also be elements of a/b/o in this particular story and it is my first time writing in this sub-genre, so please forgive me if there are inaccuracies or my premise is…far-fetched.I had only planned this as a one-off for Starker Week, but if this is something that other people actually enjoy reading, I could definitely be convinced to revisit this Fix-It more in the future because I have every much enjoyed writing it.

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The world seemed strange and far away.

Feeling returned gradually, like the whisper of a thousand arachnid legs crawling up his skin, the Peter felt his finger tips and toes, his feet and hands, his arms and legs. Slowly. Slowly. Sounds filtered into his ears, the volume gradually increasing as if someone was only just turning up the dial. He could feel the sensations of impossibly soft cotton sheets draped over him, hear the sound of medical equipment beeping near the head of his bed. He could smell the clinical odor of hospital disinfectant and he knew without even opening his eyes that something terrible must have happened.

Groaning, he concentrated all of his strength on opening his eyes and was greeted by the sight of dry wall ceiling tiles and rectangular florescent lights in a grid above his head. He tried to push himself up, to get a better look at the room, but the tubes and wires on his arms held him awkwardly in place.

“Hey, hey kid, take it easy, there.”

The voice came from all around him, at once both familiar and terrifying.

“Muh…Mr. Stark?” Peter’s own voice sounded childish to his ears, high pitched and hopeful. Was it really him? It couldn’t be him. He was dead.

“I’d say the one and only, but in light of recent events…it would be in poor taste…”

Peter was once more trying to sit up, trying to find the source of the voice. Frustrated and frightened, he yanked the tubes from one arm and finally shoved himself into a seated position.

“Hey! Now what did I say about taking it easy?”

Finally, he saw him. It certainly looked like Mr. Stark. He stood behind a glass partition a few feet from the end of Peter’s bed. In fact, his entire hospital room seemed to be constructed of glass walls that sectioned off him off from a larger room…with what looked like an airlock at the door. “Am I in quarantine?”

Mr. Stark looked from Peter to the door and back again with a chuckle. “Yeah…let’s call it quarantine for now. It’s easier. I take it that you don’t remember how you got here?”

Peter shook his head slowly.

“You will. Doc says I can’t overload you with too much information at one time. Something about shock, I don’t really know. Biology was never my thing. Psychology either. Just…leave the tubes alone and try to rest, okay? The memories’ll come back, and when they do…we’ll talk through them.” Mr. Stark gestured to a row of chairs along a distant wall. From the looks of the rows of empty coffee cups and discarded single serve vending machine snacks, it appeared that Mr. Stark had been there for quite some time already. “Not going anywhere. Just…try to rest and don’t push yourself.”

Peter wanted to argue, wanted to demand answers, but in the end he could do little more than fall limply back against the bed and give in to his body’s overwhelming need to rest.

* - * - *

Mysterio.

Multi-verses.

Magic.

It all came back in a succession of intersecting night terrors. No sooner did Peter think he’d awoken from his dream than he discovered that he’d stepped into another nightmare. Each one unlocked pieces of the puzzle. Each one was darker and more horrifying than the last.

He remembered his European field trip with MJ and Ned.

He remembered the appearance of Hydro-Man, Nick Fury and Mysterio.

He remembered fighting alongside the wizard, believing him, trusting him…

He remembered the betrayal.

He remembered the realization that Mysterio was going to destroy everything, everyone, and there was no else to fight him.

Peter had tried. Tried with everything he had, but in the end, it hadn’t been the fighting that mattered at all.

“You want to save your world, Spider-Man?”

Peter was battered, bruised, shaken to his core and running short on tricks he had not already tried a half dozen times. “What do you want, Mysterio?”

The older man chuckled softly, stepping forward with a dramatic wafting of his majestic cape. He reached out with one gloved hand to take Peter’s chin in his fingers. “Oh, that’s really very simple, Peter. It’s what I’ve wanted all along. I wasn’t lying when I told you that my world could use a hero like you…we could. Because we had one and we lost him. It’s a familiar story, I think. Thanos came. He took the Infinity Stones. He snapped away half of our world. Not me, though. Not our Spider-Man, either. We spent five long years trying to find a way to bring back those lost, to save the universe…and in the end, we succeeded, but at the cost of Peter’s life. See…I wasn’t willing to accept that. I loved him. The minute he died, I knew I’d do anything to get him back. I started searching the multi-verse, looking for that alternate Peter who was just like mine. I was almost giving up hope until I found you…I’ve been watching you Peter. Watching you for months, and you’re perfect. Come back to my world with me, and everyone and everything you love will be safe. Refuse…and the Elementals will rip your world to shreds.”

It was strange to think that in some alternate world he had made the same sacrifice that Mr. Stark had, that there might be shrines up to celebrate Spider-man, that a world might owe its existence to him. Well…now there would be two, because he couldn’t refuse Mysterio at the cost of the world that Mr. Stark had given everything to save. He had to go. He had to surrender. He had to make things right…

He barely recalled the trip through the Multiverse. There had been glimpses of other worlds, other Spider-people (and not people), but every step of the journey was colored by Mysterio’s magic and the horrible pain that accompanied it. He had no idea what Mysterio was doing, or why, and what was worse…he didn’t have the energy to demand answers.

* - * - *

Peter woke again to find Mr. Stark sitting in a chair that he’d dragged to the glass so that he could sit in Peter’s line of sight and be the first thing he saw upon waking. Groggily staring across the room at him, Peter scrubbed at his eyes and tried to speak. His throat and voice felt raw….

“You did a lot of screaming. Nightmares. I get it, believe me…I get it. Just…don’t try to force your voice too much, okay? I’ll send for one of the nurses to get you some tea and honey.”

Peter nodded, shifting a little to pillow his head on his arm. “How did I get here? Where is Mysterio? Are you the Mr. Stark of his world?”

“I said go easy on your voice, Parker, not play a rousing game of twenty questions. But yeah…we don’t really like to think of his as Myserio’s world. You might have some idea why…” Tony’s voice trailed off as he leaned forward to rest his forearms against his knees and get as close to Peter as he could without breaching the glass quarantine barrier. “As far as how you got here…I got you out. I knew Mysterio was planning something. I have protocols set up all over the planet to monitor for spikes in electromagnetic fields that suggest a breach in the multiverse. I knew when he brought you here…and I knew I had to get you away from him.”

“Why? He said…he said your Peter was in love with him…”

Mr. Stark visibly tense, nostrils flaring and dark eyes growing almost inky black with fury. The muscles of his jaw clenched and unclenched for several seconds before he shook his head. “No. No. Peter was never in love with that maniac. He worked with him to get us back after Thanos…but it was Myserio who was obsessed with him. Thought they had something ‘special’. Something ‘meaningful.’ They didn’t. Peter was never in love with him.”

There was something in the way Mr. Stark said that last ‘him’ that made Peter consider his words and his actions more carefully. Mysterio had suggested that he and the Peter of this world were not that dissimilar. So, Peter had to know. “Than who did he love?”

Mr. Stark’s expression shifted in an instant from one of fury to one of such indescribable grief that Peter knew without a single word spoken just who Peter had loved and that the love had not be unrequited.

“It’s okay. You don’t…you don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, kid, you’re wrong there. I have to talk about it. Just…not now. I need an okay from the doctors first. But soon. Very soon.”

* - * - *

Doctors came and went at all hours of the day and night. They conducted all kinds of strange tests, some which made no sense to Peter at all. He didn’t understand what they were looking for, especially since after the second day of his quarantine…he felt almost normal. There was something strange he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he didn’t feel sick or injured and his powers all appeared to be working as they should.

The only thing that kept him sane was Mr. Stark. It wasn’t his Mr. Stark. He had to keep telling himself that, but everything about him seemed so…familiar. Same wit. Same charm. Same self-deprecation. They spent hours talking, comparing stories, sharing grief. Something in the tone that Mr. Stark used to talk about his Peter made the boy think that he was leaving out important details, but he didn’t press the issue. He understood that sometimes there were things that were just too painful to talk about.

On the fourth day, Peter began to grow truly restless.

“How long do I have to stay in here?” He was getting claustrophobic.

That day, Mr. Stark had been ducking out of the room from time to time when Peter was awake, taking phone calls or speaking with doctors. He always returned with a look of extreme guilt on his face, but he would never answer Peter’s questions about what was actually going on. “We’ll let you out as soon as we can. It’s for your own safety more than ours.”

“Is it to protect me from Mysterio?”

Mr. Stark grimaced, “Not really. Mysterio is gone. We got help from a friend of yours…a Doctor Strange? He helped us introduce Mysterio to a place called the Dark Dimension. According to Doctor Strange, he is as good as dead…or maybe suffering a fate worse than death? Not clear on that part.”

“If Doctor Strange was here, why didn’t he take me home?”

Mr. Stark’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, clearly realizing that he had made an error in judgment by mentioning Doctor Strange. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he let out a sigh. “You can’t go back because Myserio did a few things to you, Peter…things that will make it very hard, if not impossible, for you to live in your world. Things we can’t undo, because apparently undoing a dead wizard’s spells is not a thing…I don’t really I know. Hocus pocus isn’t my area, either.”

Peter was barely listening to the last part of his statement. “He…did something to me? What did he do?” Peter felt panic rising in his throat. His breath was coming in short gasps, his vision was turning black around the edges, his hands were shaking in his lap. “What did he do, Mr. Stark? Is that why I’m in here? Am I ever going to be able to come out?”

“Hey! Peter, kid, take a deep breath. Count to ten. Come on, you’re going to pass out…”

Peter wasn’t listening, he wasn’t hearing or seeing anything, he was confronted by the realization that he was never going to see his friends or May again, and he didn’t know if he could survive that truth, not after thinking that his freedom from Mysterio meant he could go home. “What did he do, Mr. Stark? What did he do?” He kept repeating those two questions in a voice whose pitch and volume were growing exponentially greater with each repetition.

Peter could see Mr. Stark through the veil of his tears, watched the man’s anguish and indecision before he bolted for the airlock. Peter heard the door’s pressurizing and depressurizing and after several seconds, he felt someone join him on the bed and pull him close.

There was something about the smell of Mr. Stark’s cologne that was intoxicating. Peter breathed it in deep breaths, letting the warm tones of sandalwood and clove fill his lungs. Almost instantly, Peter felt himself calming. Mr. Stark pulled him close to his chest, fingers stroking through Peter’s chestnut curls as he murmured soft reassurance. Peter could never recall a moment when he felt so safe, so cared for.

“I’m sorry, Peter. If I’d known what Mysterio had planned I would have stopped him. I didn’t get there in time. But I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

“You still haven’t told me what he did, Mr. Stark…”

Mr. Stark sighed, “I know.” He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to Peter’s hair and breathing in deeply. “God, you even smell like him… Pete, before I can tell you what he did, you have to understand something.”

“What?”

“I know it might be hard, kid, but I really need you to call me Tony. That Mr. Stark thing, it’s killing me.” Peter gave a small nod, he really would at least try to do as Tony asked, even if it felt…strange. “The Peter Parker of this world…” Tony started and then stopped, his voice choked with emotion.

“You were the one he loved.” Peter wasn’t asking a question. He just knew. “I…I had a crush on my Tony for a long time. We never…he never really saw me as anything but a kid, but I loved him. If we were that much alike, I guess he probably loved you, too.”

Tony gave a bitter chuckle, “We loved each other, Peter. I waited my whole life to find my soul mate and when I finally found him…I had to wait even longer to make him mine. Then Thanos came along and I lost years with him…then I lost him completely.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too, Pete. I’m sorry you lost your Tony and never even had the chance to have what we had…” His voice trailed off again as his fingers stroked softly through Peter’s curls. “Mysterio changed your biology, Peter. Humanity in this world…they evolved differently. He made you compatible with us…”

“How?”

Tony sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he adjusted Peter a little in his lap so that he could see the boy’s face and he could see Tony’s. “Here, there’s something called secondary gender…”

Peter sat motionless through the mind-bending anatomy lesson, watching Tony through hooded eyes, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief to horror and shaky understanding. It all seemed so strange. So alien. So unlike anything he’d ever even dreamed could be possible. “Peter was…”

“An Omega.”

“But you said they were weak and small and subservient…”

“They were. For a long time, they were. That’s all that society thought they could be. And then the dawn of superheros saw some of them joining Alphas and Betas in protecting our world from threats. When Spider-Man, a known Omega, sacrificed himself to save the universe…the world accepted that Omegas were capable of much, much more than they ever gave them credit for. He changed the world in more ways that he will ever know.”

“Then…what am…what am I?”

Tony paused, lips pressed together in a little line before he answered. “An Omega, just like my Peter.”

That hit Peter hard. He felt winded, his mind spinning with everything he’d been told about heats and fertility and child-bearing. “So I can…I can get…pregnant? And I’ll go into heat like a house cat?”

Tony stifled a soft chuckle. “Yes, Peter. But there are suppressants and blockers and birth control. You won’t have to experience anything you don’t to experience. I promise you, I’m going to take care of you.”

Peter did not look entirely convinced, but he nodded and fell silent as he stared down at his hands in his lap. “So you’re…an Alpha, then?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why…why you smell so good?” Better even than his Tony had ever smelled. “I thought it was cologne…”

“No, Pete, not cologne. Do I though? Smell good to you.”

“Mhm. I smelled it when you first came in…” He tipped his head, following the smell to its source at Tony’s neck where he unceremoniously buried his nose against the warm skin and inhaled it deeply.

Tony looked both heartened by this news and concerned. “That’s why we had you in isolation. You may be used to heightened senses as Spider-Man, but you weren’t susceptible to pheromones before.”

“Pheromones,” Peter repeated the word almost drunkenly. “Does everyone smell good like you?”

“No. At least…I hope not. We’ll introduce you to others slowly, Pete. Let you find out. The doctors are already looking for the right medications to make your transition easier. I promise you, I’m going to make this as okay as I can. You can’t live in your world anymore, Pete, but you can still visit. When we get you settled, I promise I’ll find a way for you to visit your friends and your family there. I will make your life everything you need it to be, Peter if I have to rewrite the laws of physics to do it.”

“I believe you, Tony.” He sounded sleepy, snuggling against Tony’s chest and relaxing as a result of Tony’s effort to release relaxing pheromones.

* - * - *

It was not an easy transition. Peter was slowly introduced to Beta nurses and doctors without their biohazard suits. He began to learn the meaning of certain smells and his own body’s reactions to them, but no one perked his body’s interest like Tony did.

A few Omegas were brought in next. They spent days with Peter helping him to learn the magical metamorphosis that had over taken his body. They were kind and gentle and encouraged him to cry when the changes seemed too much or too frightening. They taught him about scent blockers and heat suppressants and birth control. One even told Peter about his own experiences with pregnancy and childbirth.

One thing, though, still troubled Peter. “Do all Alphas smell as good as Tony?”

“How does Tony smell to you?”

“Warm and safe and happy. I’m scared and sad and angry all the time, but not with him. Is it…is it just the pheromones?”

“Possibly, but maybe not. Has anyone talked to you about mates?”

“Yeah…”

“True mates?”

“No.” Peter had no idea what that was.

The Omega nodded, sitting beside Peter on the bed. “Well, they’re Soulmates. Sort of…predestined to be together. It’s rare. Most people never find their True Mate, or they never have one to begin with. Fairy Tales say there’s an instant connection and the two people…they just know. Iron Man and Spider-Man were True Mates so, if you’re an alternate version of Spider-Man, and if Mysterio was trying to make you just like our Peter…than, it’s possible, I guess, that you could be Mr. Stark’s True Mate as well.”

That gave Peter pause.

It wasn’t his Tony.

His Tony was dead.

He didn’t know if he wanted to be a replacement for a Peter that was just as dead as his Tony.

And yet…there was something to be said for the way Tony had taken it upon himself to take care of him. He’d saved him. He’d been there for him for days without a single complaint. He was working on inventing inter-dimensional travel at that very moment so Peter could visit May and Ned and MJ. He was kind and caring and strong and brave…and more than anything else, he understood. He knew what it was like to be snapped away, to return to a world that moved on without you and to struggle to find your place in it again. He knew what it was like to lose the one who loved. He knew what it was like to live in the shadow of their memory.

“I want to know more about mating and…what did you call it, claiming bites?”

#starker #starker week 2019

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the-precious-peter-parker · 5 years

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Day 6: Swimming/Hurt/Comfort

Harley couldn’t wait for summer break to come so he and Peter could stay at the lake house and spend more time together. It had already been decided that Peter would meet Harley, Pepper, Tony, and Morgan at the cabin as soon as the second week of summer began. Harley wanted him to come the first week but he understood that Peter wanted to spend some time relaxing and hanging out with his Aunt May.

Harley practically goes stir crazy while waiting for Peter to arrive at the cabin. He spends most of his time playing games with Morgan to keep himself distracted from how much he misses his boyfriend.

By the time that the second week of summer rolls everyone in the lake house is sick of hearing Harley complain about being bored and missing Peter. Everyone is pleased to hear the sound of a car pulling up outside because it means that Harley will stop moping around and complaining to anyone who will listen.

Harley bolts out the front door to go greet Peter while everyone else waits inside to let the boys have a moment alone together. Happy trudges inside with Peter’s suitcase and gives Tony an exasperated look.

“I might lose my mind if I hear one more story of how the kid misses Harley’s accent or Harley’s cuddles or Harley’s anything!” He grumbles. “I even rolled up the divider between us and he just kept knocking and asking when we’d be here because he didn’t know how much longer he could go without a hug from Harley!”

Tony just shakes his head fondly and peaks outside to see the boys clutching onto each other as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. “Trust me, Harley wasn’t any better. He kept flopping over on the couch melodramatically and acting as if he were dying from lack of seeing Peter.”

Morgan nods in affirmation and explains how Harley would complain that Peter wasn’t at Morgan’s tea party with him or that Peter wasn’t playing hide and go seek with them or swimming in the lake with them.

Harley pulls Peter into a tight embrace as soon as he makes it outside. Peter just laughs happily and scoops Harley up into a bear hug.

“I missed you...” Peter whines and then pouts childishly. Harley just rolls his eyes and kisses Peter softly before pulling away. Peter follows Harley as he pulls away and steals one more sweet kiss before allowing his boyfriend to truly pull back.

“Come on! Hurry up! Lets get your things put away so that we can catch up on cuddles, kisses, and hugs.” Harley says as he drags Peter into the house. He lets out an exasperated groan when Tony stops him from dragging Peter to his room.

“Harley I get that you’re happy to see Peter but at least give us the chance to say hi to him before you drag him off to do god knows what.” Tony rolls his eyes and gives Peter a little side hug but Peter pulls him back in for a real hug.

Peter drops down to one knee to hug Morgan as she comes running over to him. She giggles happily as Peter scoops her up and then sounds her around. “I missed you.” She grumbles and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I missed you too but don’t worry, I’ll be spending the next month here with you and Harley and Tony and Pepper.” He assures her and holds her close for another moment before setting her down and moving on to greet Pepper.

“Okay, you’ve had your chance to say hi. I’ll now be taking my boyfriend to get settled and then later on we’re gonna take a dip in the lake.” Harley huffs and resumes dragging Peter to his room.

Peter is nudged awake by Harley a few hours later. The pair had fallen asleep, cuddled close together on Peter’s bed. The smaller boy whines softly and tries to hide his face again Harley’s chest and go back to sleep but Harley has other plans for them. Harley nudges Peter again which results in the other rolling over to face away from Harley and try to curl up and go back to sleep again.

“Peter please, I just want to go swimming with you for a little bit. We can cuddle and nap again after but it is going to get dark in like two hours and you know Tony won’t let us swim out there unsupervised while it’s dark and I really don’t want him interrupting our time together.” Harley whines and nudges Peter over and over again until the other finally lets out a whiny grumble of agreement.

“Okay fine! Stop pushing me. I’m awake already.” Peter whines and slowly sits up against his headboard. He blearily rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns, his adorableness has Harley’s heart clenching and he feels slightly guilty for making Peter get up. His guilt vanishes when Peter pulls off his t-shirt and Harley catches a glimpse of his abs. “Well, are you just gonna sit here after you made me get up or are you going to go get changed into your swim trunks?” Peter asks and throws his shirt at Harley’s face. He just laughs as Harley mutters something unintelligible before heading to his own room to get changed.

The teens meet each other out by the lake less than ten minutes later and Peter takes his turn staring at his boyfriend’s abs. “You’re looking good Keener. I can tell that you’ve kept up with the training schedule that Nat gave you.” Peter smiles and stands on his tip toes to give Harley a quick kiss before beginning to wade into the lake. He recoils at first but pushes himself to continue on a little further into the water.

“Is it honestly that cold?” Harley asks as he makes his way to the dock, preferring the just jump in method to the gradually getting used to the water method that Peter is using. He doesn’t wait for Peter’s reply, instead he jumps off the edge of the dock and swims over to meet his doe-eyed boyfriend. “Sweetheart come on in already, it’s not even that cold.” Harley laughs and gently takes Peter’s hands to lead him further out into the water.

Peter lets Harley lead him out into the deeper water toward the center of the lake and after a few more minutes of getting used to the water Peter finds the temperature bearable. He grins at Harley and takes off toward the far side of the lake, “Race ya there!” He yells over his shoulder and just laughs when he hears Harley’s complaints about cheating, head starts, and super strength making him have super speed while swimming.

Peter is making his way back across the lake before Harley can even make it to far end. He decides to try and catch Peter instead of making it to the end of the lake and turns back to swim after his boyfriend. Once he’s close enough to tackles Peter under the water with a playful shout.

Peter isn’t sure what happened, one moment he was racing Harley across the lake and the next he’s being plunged under the water. His mind hurls him into a memory and all he can think about his the parachute that is encasing him. His limbs are stuck and he can’t swim to the surface. He’s drowning, he’s going to drown all because the vulture dropped him into a lake and his parachute got stuck around him.

He struggles to free himself from the weight that is dragging him down and in a moment f panic he tries to scream and call out for help but ends up sucking in a lungful of water instead. It feels as though his lungs are burning, he desperately needs air but still can’t seem to free himself and kick to the surface. Finally someone has come to his rescue and he gets pulled up out of the water and he barely manages to register that it’s Harley carrying him out of the lake and not Tony this time.

Harley feels Peter struggle in his arms and he holds his boyfriend close to keep him from swimming to the other side of the lake and officially beating him in the race. It only takes him a moment longer that Peter isn’t kidding around and something is seriously wrong.

Peter is sinking down further into the lake and his movements are short as though he’s truly trapped by Harley’s arms which he knows is not really the case. Harley lets go for a moment hoping that Peter would swim up to the surface when he realized he was free. When Peter just continues to struggle under the water and even gulps down a lungful of water in his panic Harley knows that he needs to get his boyfriend out of the water.

He grabs Peter around the waist and kicks as hard as he can toward the more shallow area of the lake. Once he’s reached a place where he can stand up he scoops Peter up in his arms bridal style and races out of the water and toward the house. He screams for help before laying Peter down in the grass. He rolls his shivering boyfriend onto his side and is relieved when Peter easily coughs up the water he’d accidentally breathed in.

“I’m so sorry Peter. I promise you’re gonna be okay. You’re safe. You’re alright and you’re not wherever your mind took you. You’re at the lake house with me and Tony and Morgan and Pepper. You’re okay just please breathe for me baby.” Harley rambles and rubs his hand up and down Peter’s back.

Tony comes sprinting out of the house and Pepper follows shortly behind him, carrying two fluffy towels in her arms. Tony drops to his knees besides Peter and immediately cards his hands through his hair.

“Kid listen to me, you’re alright. You’re not back in that lake that the Vulture dropped you in. He’s still locked up kid. You’re safe. I promise you’re safe.” He coos and glances over to Harley. “You’re safe here with me and Harley who feels really guilty about whatever happened and I’m sure you’re gonna be mad at him for blaming himself.” Tony rambles.

Peter splutters and coughs but he is slowly coming back to reality. His eyes focus once again and he pushes himself up into a sitting position with a little help from Tony. He coughs a few more times and gratefully accepts the fluffy towel that Pepper wraps around his shoulders.

Harley opens his mouth to begin apologizing but Peter cuts him off with a sharp look. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry. I should have warned you that I still haven’t recovered completely from what happened with the vulture. So uh, for future reference, getting submerged in water without warning really freaks me out and so do small enclosed spaces.” Peter rambles, his voice is a little rough from all the coughing he’s done in the past few minutes.

Harley just pulls Peter into a tight hug and is quickly joined by Tony and Pepper. “I’m still sorry for that. I was dumb for doing that. I assumed I couldn’t possibly hurt you because of your powers but I was wrong. Now lets get back inside I think promises you more cuddles and another nap.” Harley says and helps his boyfriend to his feet once their group hug ends.

I fell further behind then I meant to and I’m sorry for that. I intended on posting this story and Day 7 yesterday but my puppy fractured her nose yesterday and I spent the rest of the day and most of today watching her and making sure she was okay. She’s gonna be perfectly fine I just have to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble while she heals and make sure she doesn’t run into anymore glass doors. Anyways I’m gonna try and get caught up tomorrow! Thanks for reading!

#parkner week 2019 #parkner #parley #harleypeter #harley keener #morgan stark #tony stark #tony stark is a dad #protective tony #protective harley #hurt peter parker #peter parker #the vulture #spiderman #happy hogan #may parker

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marvellous-fangirl · 5 years

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Undercover

You and Steve go undercover on a mission, but it gets compromised

Oneshot

Word Count: 2,760

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, UncomfortableWithRomanticEmotions!Steve

A/N: This has to be one of my favourites ngl

Y/N collapsed into a chair in the briefing room, yawning. “So remind me why we’re up at 6am?” She stretched. “We’ve located a major Hydra scientist.” Began Fury. “He has highest level clearance in their facilities and we need to capture him to find out what he knows, but also to allow us to infiltrate the base.” Heads nodded. “But surely the areas that require highest level clearance will have high security measures?” asked Steve. “There are retinal scans, voice recognition, and three different guard stations to verify ID.” Replied Fury. “How are we going to infiltrate the base when none of us look like him?” added Natasha. “We’ll use his pass to forge a new one. We’ll also hack into the Hydra systems to add retinal and vocal data. Parker, I understand your friend is good with computers.” Peter’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “Mr Fury can I call him now?” Fury smirked slightly. “Sure kid.” Peter pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled Ned’s number. “Hey Ned is anyone else there?” Y/N could hear the distant voice resonating from the phone. “No why? Peter is everything ok?” Ned hissed in the distance. “The Avengers want the Guy in the Chair!” Peter grinned. Y/N heard distant muffled screaming. “So I’ll take it he agreed.” Fury chuckled and Peter blushed slightly but returned the smile as he nodded. “Excellent. Now, the only way we can capture the scientist without Hydra being notified is to befriend him and lure him to a seemingly innocent event. Whoever goes undercover must have no contact with us and must be able to be perceived as a friend.” “Y/N should be a part of it.” Tony said and others nodded. “Ideally those who go undercover would be a feasible couple.” Fury added. All eyes turned to Steve, who turned slightly pink. “Sure I’ll do it.”

Y/N was packing her bags when Steve knocked on her door. Y/N looked up, hair flicking out of her eyes. “Hey Steve.” She smiled. “Hey Y/N.” He said, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded. “I uh just wanted to check you’re alright with the whole uh couple thing.” Y/N laughed slightly. “Of course I am!” Steve smiled with relief at her words. “Okay.” “So what kind of couple are we anyway? Moving into our first apartment? Fiancés? Married?” She grinned, adding a wink to the last possibility. Steve flushed again and Y/N straightened up. “Are you sure you’re alright with this Steve?” “Huh? Oh yeah yeah I am.” He smiled. “How about we’re just getting our first apartment? Then we’re taking it slow.” Y/N smiled. “That sounds great.” Grinned Steve.

Y/N pulled on her hoodie and slipped a ring onto her finger. She grabbed a box of her things and pulled her suitcase behind her. Y/N saw Steve and couldn’t help but to laugh. “What is it with you guys with wearing baseball hats under hoodies with sunglasses when you’re supposed to be blending in?” She cackled. Steve looked mildly offended. “I want to hide my face!” He said, hurt. “People are more likely to look at your face if you’re wearing ridiculous clothes like that.” Y/N giggled and Steve frowned. “Oh come on at least take the sunglasses off.” She grinned, nudging him playfully. He smiled and rolled his eyes as his slid the sunglasses into his pocket. Fury stepped forward, ready to meet them. “Rogers, Y/L/N.” He nodded. “We have provided you with furniture to make the move in more realistic. There is also a car which you will drive to the location. The scientist lives on the same floor as you just down the hall. You’ll know who he is. Good Luck. You have a year. I hope it won’t have to last that long but you must do whatever is required.” The pair nodded. “Can we say goodbye to everyone before we go?” Y/N asked and Fury chuckled. “Of course. I’m not a monster.”

Y/N stepped out of the car with her box and slipped her hand into Steve’s who pulled a large suitcase behind him with ease. Steve smiled down at Y/N as they walked up to their new apartment together and Y/N tried not to grin. As they unlocked the door and stepped inside, Steve pulled his hand out of Y/N’s a little too quickly as he stepped over to the new furniture provided by Fury and he went through to the bedroom. “We’re sharing a bed.” Steve said, coming back to the main room and sitting on the sofa next to Y/N. Y/N smiled. “Is that alright with you?” Steve hesitated. “Uh yeah if you are.” Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. She could feel how tense his muscles were but he put his arm around her shoulders and he relaxed slightly. Y/N smiled to herself as he turned on the new TV.

A knock on the door interrupted their entertainment and Steve got up to greet the visitor. Y/N was watching from the sofa. Three people were standing there, evidently their new neighbours. “Welcome to the building!” Said a young man with a handsome moustache. “Thank you!” Steve grinned. “I’m Sam and that’s Natasha over there.” Y/N smiled and waved from the sofa. The trio leant around Steve’s large figure to get a better look at her and they waved in return. “We were wondering if you would want to come to a welcome party to help you get to know everyone in the building?” A middle aged lady asked. Y/N had gotten up from the sofa and wrapped her arms around Steve’s waist, hugging him from the side. “We’d love that.” She smiled looking up at Steve, who leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You two are cute.” The lady said. Y/N chuckled. “We think we are.” She smirked and Steve laughed with the others.

Steve was waiting for her by the door and Y/N grabbed her bag as she slipped her hand into his once again. She smiled softly. “Shall we go then?” Steve grinned and they made their way to the apartment. They were greeted by many faces and conversation was easy. They nailed their characters’ stories down to a point and there was no sense of doubt whatsoever. The pair had also done extra research the night before so they would be prepared for questions. Part way through the welcome wagon, Steve and Y/N shared a look that clearly said that they were happy with how well the night was going. They were talking about some things that they needed for the conversation, when a thin, greasy man introduced himself. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” He smiled, holding out his hand, his British accent thick. Y/N shook it, a friendly smile on her face and Steve grinned and took his hand enthusiastically. “My name is Tobias Meade.” “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Natasha and this is Sam.” She smiled. Steve grinned. “Is that a British accent I detect?” He asked and the man chuckled. “Indeed it is. I grew up in Hampshire.” Y/N smiled and nodded. “And then I studied in London and moved here three years ago.” “What did you study?” Y/N asked. “Oh you know. This and that. Science mainly.” “Sounds fascinating. Anything specific or is it government secrets?” She winked and the man shifted uncomfortably. Y/N realised she may have made a mistake. “Ah well you could say that.” The man mumbled before disappearing into the groups of people. Y/N groaned. “I just blew it, didn’t I.” Steve hugged her and put on a laugh. He leant down to whisper in her ear. “We’re fine I promise you.” He kissed her forehead then hesitated. “Are you ok with me doing that?” He asked and Y/N laughed genuinely. “Of course I am.” She chuckled and she leant into the super soldier for another hug.

“What’re you doing Steve?” He snapped the sketchbook shut. “Nothing.” Y/N raised an eyebrow. He got up from his armchair and clearly went to hide it. He came back and sat down next to Y/N on the sofa. Y/N snuggled under his arm and she felt his muscles tense then relax. He played with her hair and she smiled slightly. Steve slouched down and Y/N repositioned her head onto his chest. He put his legs up on the coffee table and Y/N rested hers on top of his. She looked up at him to see a soft smile on his face. She grinned. Both of their breathing gradually grew heavy and they eventually fell asleep.

Y/N stirred slightly as Steve carried her through to the bedroom. He laid her on her side of the bed and pushed the hair out of her face, before placing a light kiss on her forehead. He sat down on the other side, causing Y/N to roll slightly into the middle. He lay down, distributing his weight more and Y/N smiled to herself as his arm tentatively wrapped around her waist.

Y/N felt Steve sit up on the edge of the bed as the sun leaked through the blinds. She rolled over to watch him. His head was in his hands. “Steve you alright?” She asked. He jumped slightly before turning to look at her. He scanned her face before smiling. “I’m great.” He said and Y/N smiled tiredly. He lay down next to her. “How about we go and explore this neighbourhood then.” It was her turn to study his face now. He looked stressed and tired, yet somehow also relaxed. She didn’t push into that though and nodded instead. They got up to get dressed. Steve had pulled on his trousers and was looking for a top when he turned a bright shade of pink because he turned around to see Y/N standing in jeans and a bra. His eyes widened and he spun around to face away from her, burying his face in his hands. “Steve?” Y/N asked. Steve turned and saw that she still hadn’t put a top on and flushed an even deeper shade. Y/N giggled and tackled him into a hug, the skin to skin contact sending shocks up and down Steve’s body.

Y/N and Steve walked hand in hand through the mall, Y/N swinging their arms back and forth playfully. Y/N leant into Steve, pointing at mannequins in the windows. He chuckled when she criticised clothing and was pulled into multiple shops and asked for opinions. Steve insisted on buying her a small star necklace that she couldn’t stop looking at and she thanked him repeatedly throughout the day.

As they were walking, Steve’s arms laden with bags, Y/N spotted Tobias and waved. She could feel Steve’s grip tighten on her hand but she didn’t show that in her face. The scientist made eye contact, paused before smiling and beckoning the pair over to him. Y/N instantly dragged Steve with her, who stumbled but regained his footing. “Hey Tobias.” “Ah hello.” He replied, smiling slightly. “Natasha I was wondering if I could have your opinion on a few items.” He asked. Y/N nodded and smiled. “Of course!” Steve made to follow her. “Ah Sam. I was wondering if I could have Natasha’s opinion alone.” Y/N smiled and nodded. Steve hesitated unnoticeably for Tobias for a split second before breaking into a smile and nodding, clapping the British man on the shoulder, who flinched but smiled in return. Y/N followed the scientist into a store and over to a corner. She felt something sharp against her leg. “Do not look down.” Tobias murmured, pointing at shelves and then acting like he was asking her opinion. “Now turn to the Captain over there and wave reassuringly.” Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest. She turned to Steve and waved with a smile, his worried stare flooded with relief. “I know who you are Y/L/N and if you want to make it back to your friends then you’ll do exactly as I tell you.”

Steve and Y/N had travelled back to their apartment that evening and when Steve awoke in the middle of the night, his arms instinctively searched for Y/N. He carefully reached over to the other side of the bed, only to find cold, empty bed sheets. His heart stopped and he sat bolt upright. He fumbled for the lamp and flicked it on, to see an empty bed, which had been abandoned hours ago. He leapt out of bed, tugging on a hoodie and he ran into the rest of the apartment, searching for Y/N but she wasn’t there. The front door was bolted from the inside so she couldn’t have left that way. He felt a cold breeze on the back of his neck and he looked to the window, which was open a crack. He rubbed his eyes and went back into the bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and pulled a trunk out of the base of it, causing the floor to shake with the weight of its impact. He unlocked and opened it, then started to change.

Steve opened the window and took a small breath before jumping out of it, landing on his shield with a thud that knocked the air out of his lungs. He stood up, dusted himself off, then spoke into his comms. “Fury do you copy.” The line crackled for a few seconds before Fury’s deep voice responded. “Rogers I copy. We’re tracking her now.” Steve flexed his neck. “Steve we’ve found her.” Natasha’s voice spoke clearly into his ear. “Only six blocks north of you, but she’s moving.” Steve bolted in the given direction, not even bothering to respond.

Steve ran into the middle of the road, not caring about the squealing of brakes, the complaints of car horns and the shouts of “Oh my God is that Captain America?!”. “Nat which car is it.” He half yelled, energy slowly seeping out of him, despite his super soldier form. “Black limo, second lane.” Steve pushed himself even harder, running as fast as he possibly could and soon he was running alongside the vehicle. He peered through the darkened windows and just about made out the figure of Y/N slumped unconscious in a corner. He shattered the passenger seat window and swung into the limo. He smashed the driver in the face, unclipped the man’s seatbelt and pushed the bleeding body out of the door after leaning across and opening it. He quickly clambered into the driver’s seat before the limo lost control and he sped away from the mess behind him towards the Avengers Compound.

Y/N opened her eyes, then shut them immediately due to the bright white lights in the medical bay. She rubbed her eyes with one hand as they gradually adjusted and stretches, muscles screaming in protest. She looked down at her other hand, grasped in that of a super soldier, who was dosing in an armchair next to her bed. She smiled softly and squeezed his hand. Steve jumped and looked at his hand. Y/N watched his gaze dart up her arm, from her hand to her face. His face broke into a joyous and relieved smile. His eyes were slightly red and puffy. “Y/N.” He breathed, holding her hand tightly within his. “You’re alright.” Y/N kept smiling. “Of course I am.” She said. “Steve have you been crying?” She added, quietly. Steve avoided her gaze and nodded ever so slightly. “I was so worried.” Steve whispered. Y/N brought her hand up to Steve’s cheek, where she wiped away a fresh tear with her thumb. Steve leant into her hand and she smiled. Fury stepped into the room. “Y/N. I see you are awake. We need to debrief you as the mission failed.” “That isn’t technically our fault.” Y/N replied with a smirk and Steve chuckled. “Indeed.” Fury added. “I must say your acting was not at fault.” “It wasn’t really acting.” Steve murmured, looking at Y/N, who’s sarcastic expression softened. Fury chuckled. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. We can debrief later.” He said, turning on his heel, leaving the pair blushing a bright shade of red. They then laughed and Steve kissed the palm of Y/N’s hand which was still against his cheek. “Y/N... there’s something I need to.. uh.. tell you.” “I think I can guess.” “So do you want to... uh..” “Fondue?” She grinned, bursting into laughter at Steve’s expression, who was making a mental note to never tell her anything ever. “How about a date?” He suggested and she chuckled, pulling Steve into a long kiss.

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Q and R feel like a superhero reader with Peter in my option so if that seems like something you’d like to write go for it my creative friend

I’m not entirely sure if this is what you were expecting, anon, but I had a lot fun with this one so I hope you have fun reading it !! 😘

Alphabet Prompts Q/R - “Quit playing games and just tell me the truth, okay?” “Right then. We are screwed.”

We managed to chip into that shitty Chitauri communications system this morning. They’re setting coordinates for 44.2239° N, 74.4641° W. That’s near that big green weirdo’s private lab, right? You’ve got a squadron heading your way within the next few days, probably. Should be nothing big. Let us know how that goes. -Rocket

“Remind me again,” you say, lacing together your fingers and pulling back your arms to stretch your aching spine, “why everyone else gets to wait around in Dr. Banner’s lab while we have to sit out here.”

Peter’s above you with knees locked around a tree branch, hair falling away from his face and a bored look on his face. The metal of his Iron Spider suit glistens on the chest piece with the light that cuts through the leaves, directing a beam of light onto the ground a few feet away. He’s starting to turn a little red, even with how frequently he ends up upside down. He’s been hanging there a long time.

“Ehhh,” he responds, sounding just as bored as he looks, “It’s your fault we gotta stand out here, Y/N. Stop being more accurate than all of our tech if you want air conditioning.”

What he says is right, which is kind of annoying. Peter’s your best friend though, and at this point it’s only natural for you to be dicks to each other for fun. You watch him dangle for about a minute longer, his face getting pinker as the blood rushes to his head, and finally decide to ask what the hell he’s doing.

“I’m trying to set that leaf on fire,” he answers, “The one I’m directing the light at.”

“It’s not going to catch on fire.”

“Yeah it is. Look at it. It’s all dried out.”

You both stare at the leaf. Spectacularly, nothing happens. Peter drops down from the branch eventually, a disappointed look on his face. He decides to return to the previous conversation like you hadn’t taken an interim to discuss his hopeless endeavor. By then, you’ve closed your eyes to focus on the movement around you, focusing your energy on those of the living world around you, and determine that everything is fine. Peter waits for you to finish. You shake your head, and he goes back to chatting.

“Have you considered being less gifted so that I could have air conditioning?”

“But then when will I ever get the chance to spend time alone with you and your sparkling personality?” You shoot back and reach up to adjust his now-tousled hair.

A moment passes. “That’s fair,” he concludes.

It’s not the most fun to have your closest friendship consist of two incredibly busy superheroes and college students who live on opposite ends of the state. A constant string of texts and a handful of phone calls a week do a lot to make the distance feel less vast, but even so, it’s hard not to miss each other when you really only meet face-to-face for missions. It sucks, but realistically, you’re not sure your heart can handle being that close to Peter all the time. You’re already stupidly in love with him now. How big of a mess are you going to be if he’s within a reasonable distance from you? A massive one, is what.

You’d rather not embarrass yourself with your unrequited crush on a daily basis.

“You know,” Peter starts, a bit of a smile building on his features, and you know exactly where this is going, “There’s a listing down the street from May’s apartment. I was thinking of applying for it. Maybe move off campus next semester and commute.”

You know what he’s attempting to insinuate. It’s been an idea he’s become gradually more interested in over the past few months. Despite this, you play dumb.

“Go for it,” you respond, “Might be nice to live alone.”

Peter sees through you. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Might be nicer for us to live together.”

You don’t respond. The ground is moving beneath you, waves of vibrations traveling up your spine and into your head. Peter’s senses haven’t keyed into them yet, and the shaking of the earth isn’t truly real, but it’s prominent to you. Hurriedly shutting your eyes, you ground yourself, crouching down to press your palms to the grass below. You can picture the energy of life all around you as it connects to the earth’s own. Here, yourself and Peter. Twenty yards away, more faintly from inside the facility, Dr. Banner and the others waiting inside. At the edge of the atmosphere, faintest of all, a huge cluster of energy, approaching fast.

“We’ve got incoming.”

Peter looks unconvinced. To be fair, you’ve been known to fake it on occasion to mess with him. He usually finds it pretty funny. Right now he seems a little hurt. “Quit playing games and just tell me the truth, okay?” He asks suddenly, “Why are you so against it? Don’t you wish we were closer?”

You feel bad avoiding the conversation, but since the imminent threat is very real and it’s Peter’s job to radio and warn the others over the comms while you continue to monitor, you don’t really have time for this. You can't exactly do it, considering your habit of shorting out the radio systems with your powers.

“Not kidding, Peter.”

“I’m kind of used to this trick by now, Y/N,” he sighs, “Please just be honest with me.”

The cluster of energy is still approaching. Another one appears just to the left of it. They’ve sent an extra squadron. There isn’t time to waste anymore. Peter Parker is more of a stubborn bastard than you could ever be, even if you’ve managed to avoid telling him the truth for this long. It’s a long time coming when you fold to his request.

“I’m in love with you and if we live together I’m going to have to look you in the eyes every day and accept the fact that you don’t love me back,” you blurt out, half humiliated and half urgent, “There’s two squadrons approaching at about two hundred and fifty miles away. Please tell the others now.”

You open your eyes for a fraction of a second. Peter is clearly taken off guard by this. His eyes are wide, mouth slack in his surprise. You level him with a look that says bigger issues right now, and shut your eyes again.

“Right then. We are screwed,” Peter admits, “That’s one more than we prepared for. Also, I’m in love with you.”

The astonished noise that jumps out of you makes him laugh. He starts jogging in the direction of the entrance to the building to meet the others where they’ll inevitably be coming out. Before lifting his mask to send out the warning though the comms, he turns back to call, “I’ll send you the apartment listing, yeah? Later? I’ll send it later. Hey, Karen-”

Luckily, you manage the Chitauri forces even with such a small group. The last member of their squadrons is torn apart from the inside as you urge the energy inside of it to expand, and green alien goo sprays across the front lawn. Your hud dings as soon as you lower your arms. An internet tab opens up on the right side of the screen, Pretty Bitch Parker appearing in the corner as the sender.

“It’s got nice lighting,” you yell over to him.

Across the way, Peter flashes you a grin and a thumbs up.

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