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angelyuji · 2 years

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peter parker x gender neutral reader

cw // poorly written make out scene, two people that hate each other have to work on a project together trope :)

peter parker infuriated you. no, enraged you. the perfect little teacher’s pet. always a second faster to answer a question. always a ready to one-up you. and the most hair-pulling part was the stupid little smirk he makes when he successfully pushes your buttons.

“who can tell me the answer to this question?” your professor turns and your hand shoots up. you smile, knowing there is no possible way that parker put his hand up before you. plus, you 100% know the answer. you feel giddy, but when you look over across the room. you see that smirk on his face.

“wow, unsurprisingly, parker and (l/n) are the first to raise their hands.” your professor chuckles and a quiet chuckle spreads through your class. “however, mr. parker, you were first. so,” you lower your hand. stewing in rage., you tune out the rest of your professor as stupid peter parker gets the question right. you can feel his smirk burning into your head.

“partners have already been chosen, so no need for arguments. it was all random. aaaand, i think that’s it. as long as your project follows the rubric, you will get an A.” your professor looks half-drunk as he stands in front of everyone. he sits back down, very haphazardly, and lets the projector do the rest of the work. the room fills with “hellos” and “nice to meet yous” as people meet for the first time. you scan for your name and your stomach fills with dread.

(y/n) (l/n) and peter parker

“shit.” you turn and see him making his way over to the professor’s desk. you race to pack up your things.

“that is it for today, projects are due next week on thursday, so no class till then.” your professor calls out as people start leaving. you sprint over to the professor and just in time, parker lines up next to you.

“professor.” “professor!” you both speak simultaneously. you glare at parker and he rolls his eyes. you hear your professor groan and rub his forehead.

“yes, you two.” he responds, tired.

you quickly jump in before parker, “please, can you switch my partner?”

“yeah, professor. it’d be great if you could.” your professor stares at the both of you as parker talks.

“why?” your professor asks, very irritated. the both of you start talking, but he stops you. “nevermind, i don’t care. if you want to stop being partners, that’s fine by me.” you feel an immense amount of relief, “however, you will fail the class.” and just like that, the panic was back. “so, i’d recommend you get along for the sake of your grades.” you start to protest, but seeing the look on his face, you stop. you both apologize and walk out. humiliated, you don’t look at him and try to walk the other way.

“are you leaving without even talking about this project?” parker calls out. you stop. holding back a long sigh, you turn and walk back to him. “we’ll meet at my dorm at 5 and start the project.” he says, looking down at you. you grit your teeth and nod, too pissed to care about the project.

“yeah, that’s fine.” you press your lips into a thin line and walk off.

when you see him again, he’s opening the door to let you in.

“i don’t have a roommate, so you don’t have to be worried about being disturbed.” parker heads back to the table where everything is set up. leaving you standing at his doorway. you feel a strong urge to chuck your backpack at his head. probably sensing your hatred, he turns and raises an eyebrow at you. as you walk over, you see a stack of books ready to be opened. the moment you sit down, parker starts talking.

“so, we can start off by researching on what topic we’ll do. i have a couple ideas, since i went to the library before you to look for some books, but i’m sure-” you roll your eyes at his superiority complex and parker stops. “what.”

“nothing.” you respond, curtly. opting to open one of the books in the stack.

“no, obviously you have some sort of issue, so spit it out.” he grits, ripping the book out of your hands.

“what the fuck?” you exclaim, rather loudly. you try to tug it back, but he doesn’t budge. “what the- fine. i don’t like how you act like you’re better than me.” you poke his chest in indignation. “i don’t like how you feel the need to one-up me in class.” another poke. “i don’t like that stupid.” poke. “fucking.” poke. “smirk.” he grabs your wrist.

“oh like you didn’t start this whole fucking thing, (l/n).” he rolls his eyes, not letting go.

“i did not!”

“did too! i was just participating in class, i wanted to be friends.”

“you came up to me AND BRAGGED ABOUT YOUR GRADES!”

“I WASN’T BRAGGING. I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D TAKE THAT WAY.”

“YOU-“ you lower your voice, but its stilled filled with malice as you continue, “you should’ve watched your fucking tone.”

“well, its not my fault you chose to take it like a dumbass.” he stops.

“a what, parker.” you glare and he glares back.

“fuck you, (y/n).” he growls. he gets up.

“fuck you too, peter.” you spit. you get up. you both stand chest to chest, breathing heavy.

“oh fuck this.”

“what-” peter pulls you into a searing kiss. every ounce of his feelings pour into it and you kiss him back. your eyes flutter closed. his hand lets go of your wrist and to the back of your head, pressing you closer. your hands pull at the collar of his shirt. you bite at his bottom lip, he hisses, and bites right back. you’re both a mess of saliva and anger as you bite and kiss each other. his tongue licks at your lip as it starts to bleed. his hands move from your head to your waist. clutching your sides like a lifeline and your hands move to his hair. you pull his brown hair and he groans. you pull away and you open your eyes to see his lips chase after yours. his face bright red, you hold back a giggle.

“i hate you.” you say, breathlessly. peter’s eyes open to see your soft smile.

“i hate you too.” he smiles.

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starry-bi-sky · 2 months

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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc prompt #man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two #bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives #or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another #this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b #i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode #danny is the first son #tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand #Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it #Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to #them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad.#oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores #out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant #distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for #safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a #fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap #most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than #sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said #'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you'#danny doesn't know he's batman btw #starry rambles.#was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if #anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it #and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta

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