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backtothefanfiction · 7 months

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil

A Mob!Au Andrew!Peter Parker Story

Peter Parker’s wife left him 3 years ago. Suddenly she’s back and she’s brought some news that is about to change everything, unfortunately that news comes with it’s own set of complications and he’s out for blood.

PROLOGUE: YOU EITHER DIE A HERO, OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO SEE YOURSELF BECOME THE VILLAIN

ONE: THE CALL OF A NIGHTBIRD

TWO: MR & MRS PARKER

THREE: THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

FOUR: SOME SHADOWS LOOM LARGE

FIVE: YOU DON'T OWN ME

SIX: HE'S GOT A SOUL AS SWEET AS BLOOD RED JAM

*SEVEN: IN THE LAND OF GOD'S AND MONSTERS I WAS AN ANGEL, LOOKING TO GET F*CKED HARD

EIGHT: THERE'S NO REMEDY FOR MEMORY

NINE: AN EXPLOSION IN CHINATOWN

TEN: MILLION DOLLAR MAN

ELEVEN: PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER AGAIN

TWELVE: THE GOOD NURSE

THIRTEEN: WHEN YOU’RE EIGHT LIVES DOWN

FOURTEEN: FAMILY FEUD AT THE FUNERAL

FIFTEEN: ME AND THE DEVIL

SIXTEEN: FROM FRIENDS TO ENEMIES

SEVENTEEN: A FRIEND IN THE SHADOWS

EIGHTEEN: ONE LAST GAME

*NINETEEN: WASH IT AWAY

EPILOGUE: NOT ANOTHER ENVELOPE

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sunlessea · 4 months

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❝ 'CAUSE ALL YOU WANNA DO, all you wanna do ... is touch me, love me, can't get enough ! see ? › the rose of eden, lucius.

one of my gifts from @londonfallen :') / artist credit.

#HE'S SO PRETTY #SAVE HIM HE'S SAD AS HELL BUT ALSO HE'S SO PRETTY #i can see why all his ship partners commit actual homicide for his safety lmfao #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#i have so much character art to post oml i'm slacking #` ✞ portraiture. ⁞ the beguiling subjects of london times.

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the-accidental-femme-bot · 2 years

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In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil - Lana Del Ray

Ok to reblog/no gross comments or I'll block you

#I'm definitely an angel #in sheep's clothing #with claws #ok i might be a demon #come frolic in the garden of evil with me #oh hi it me #me #mine

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spidersins · 10 days

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ok haven't written up the verse but i have LOTS of plans for starters/plots set pre angel being signed to val SO...have a fresh faced anthony in hell with this tag x

#.　　. 　 ˚　. VERSE ╰ AN ANGEL LIVING IN THE GARDEN OF EVIL.#.　　. 　 ˚　. OOC ╰ OUT OF SINS.

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maladaptable · 10 months

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'ᶠᵒʳᵇᶦᵈᵈᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵘᶦᵗ'

"ᵀᵃˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ... ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ...ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵉᵃˢᶦᵉʳ"

⁻ ᵏᵉˡᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ, ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᵉᵈᵉⁿ

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toodefendorperson · 6 months

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This gardener is speeding around in Palm Desert, CA and harassing women. He is sent by Satan.

#evil #california #news #devil #palm desert #satan #palmdesert #los angeles #san francisco #gardener #driving #satanic #satanism

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backtothefanfiction · 8 months

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You Either Die The Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain. | Prologue: The Angel In The Garden of Evil

Summary: All it took was one night, one conversation for Peter Parker to change the course of his life. Being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man didn't seem to be getting him anywhere, clearly it was time he took matters into his own hands and began playing his foes at their own game.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, little smut and a little bit of teasing for what's to come! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: So as teased the other day, I have become a little bit obsessed with Mob!AU Peter Parker stories, especially after reading the absolutely delicious story that was Sugar and Vice by the wonderful @liz-allyn (if you haven't read it, I highly recommend), anyway, it got me thinking about how I would construct my own Mob!Peter story and when I was day dreaming at work the other week, while listening to Liz's Sugar + Vice playlist (thank you by the way Liz, that playlist is a god send) it all started to come to me. So here is the Prologue, the tease, the moment that turned Peter Parker from the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man to a life of organised crime and the woman who was by his side through it all... until she wasn't.

PROLOGUE 8 YEARS AGO

Knock, knock, knock.

Her head turned to the window at the sharp tapping sound. It was late, really late, she shouldn’t have even still been up, late. But midterms were in a week and she didn’t feel anywhere near prepared, so unfortunately she was burning the midnight oil. She smiled to herself, that giddy feeling taking over whenever he decided to show up at her window. His gloved fingers pointed at the latch and she rushed across the room to let him in, sliding the window up before stepping back so he could swing his legs into the room.

“What are you still doing up, missy.” he chastised jokingly with one hand on his hip, the other held out in front of her wagging back and forth.

“Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for you?” she asked with a tilt to her head and a butter wouldn’t melt expression on her face.

“Not a chance.” he replied as he reached up and ripped his mask off his face. Her lips pursed together as she tried to fight her smile and he quickly moved past her to her desk before he got too wrapped up in how that face made him feel. He was Spider-Man after all and he’d already learnt the hard way that emotional attachments were a weakness. No this was purely a relationship of convenience he tried to remind himself.

“What are you working on anyway?” he said, sitting himself down at the small dorm desk and reading through the essay that was currently on the screen. “You know I can’t understand a word of this.” he joked, pointing at the screen.

“Now you know how I feel when you start talking physics to me.” she said, crossing the room and sitting herself down on his lap. “How’s patrolling the big bad city?” she asked as she began to type away again.

“You know, same old, same old.” he replied nuzzling into the back of her neck as his arms wrapped around her.

“If there’s anything about my Dad, I do not wanna-”

“Know.” he said at the same time as her. “I know, I know.”

“I mean it Peter, I’m not getting tangled up between you two. Not to mention, the less I know about my Dad’s work, the safer I’ll be, you know what happened to my Mom.”

“Yes, I know, I know.” he repeated as he tore himself away from her neck. “You still don’t wanna talk about it?” he asked after a pause.

“Nope.”

“Okay.” he conceded quietly. It was a hotly debated issue between them, both of them always trying to get the other to open up further about their emotions, yet still neither one of them was ready to trust that with the other.

“Uhh, come here.” he groaned as he grew bored, his feet rolling the chair backwards away from the desk, forcing her to give her attention to him. She sighed, her head falling back slightly as she surrendered to him. She quickly turned herself around so she was now facing him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he tilted his head back to look at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” he cooed quietly into the dim room.

“What even like this.” she joked pulling at her college hoodie and old sweats.

“Especially like this.” he said, lifting her up and making her squeal as he carried her the short way to the bed, before dropping her down on it.

She beamed up at him as he came to settle between her legs, his lips finding hers.

Her hands reached into the hair at the nape of his neck and neither of them could help their growing moans of arousal as their makeout session deepened.

“Uh, uh, one sec.” she said, breaking her lips away from him.

“What?” his teeth grinned against her mouth.

“Before we go any further, are there any injuries I need to know about and be careful of?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he said, playfully shaking his head.

“Oh really? Because I seem to remember the last time you climbed through my window you’d pulled a hamstring which you tried to hide, that ultimately ended our night very abruptly I might add.”

“No. no. I am the picture of health.” he continued to gest as his head lowered and his lips tickled her skin.

“Sure you are Parker.”

“Really? Okay.” he said as he started to get off of her.

“No, NO!” she protested with a large smile on her face and a rasped giggle on her breath. “Come on Pete, I was only joking.”

“Yeah?” he said as he stood before her. “Well I’m not.”

With one quick sweep he rolled her over, bringing her up onto all fours. She couldn’t help the small shriek and giggle that escaped her lips, but Peter knew right then, there would never be another sound in this world that would sound as sweet.

He was suddenly tender as he pulled down her sweats, tossing them across the room, before he leant over her, encouraging her to turn her head and give him a kiss, his tongue slipping tenderly past her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to deepen the kiss and she quickly rose back onto her knees so she could hold his face in both of her hands.

“Take this off.” Peter muttered into her mouth before he reluctantly broke away, his own hands reaching for the zipper for his suit, quickly stripping himself of it and kicking it across the floor.

When his eyes focused back on her naked body he couldn’t help what fell from his mouth. “Fuck.” he sighed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he said, climbing across the bed to her.

She smiled, reaching her hands to his face to pull him in for a kiss again. He obliged for a moment, but quickly flipped her back onto all fours, his fingers reaching for her sex.

He ran his fingers down the length of her seam. “Damn, always so fucking wet and ready for me.”

“Stop teasing Spider boy.”

“As you wish.”

In one swift move he lined himself up, thrusting deeply into her pussy. She gasped and he stilled, allowing her a brief moment to adjust to him before he slowly started to rock inside her.

20 minutes later they were both panting, laying back on the bed naked. Peter spread out his arms and she quickly nuzzled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, as they found their space on the small single bed. She gazed lovingly up at him as she watched his face intensely, observing every brow furrow, every lip and eye twitch as he stared up at the ceiling, one hand behind his head, the other absentmindedly stroking at her bare back.

“Everything okay there, Spider boy?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just-” he paused as if he was trying to think of how to word the thoughts running through his head.

She had noticed he’d stopped by a lot more lately, regularly needing to blow off some steam, looking desperately for constructive human interaction, not always just battling and fighting and jesting with people.

“You’re starting to wonder if it’s all worth it.” she filled in for him quietly.

Peter was always surprised when she came out with things like that. It was like she could see inside his head, but not just see into his head, articulate how he felt better than he ever could.

“Mmmm.” he hummed in agreement as he rolled her closer to his body, holding her tight as his head turned to place a kiss on her forehead.

“You know you can talk to me about it.” she said tentatively into his bare chest, her voice ghosting warmly across his skin.

He lifted his head to look down at her. “But you said you didn’t want me to talk about your Dad.”

“I know, but,” she replied, staring up at him with those eyes, those eyes that felt so old, so wise, so sweet and innocent, but oh so sad, “it’s not just about my Dad though is it.” she continued, rolling to prop herself up on one elbow. He remained quiet as he waited for her to continue. “The whole city’s fucked Pete and no amount of vigilante, neighbourhood spider power is gonna change that. Most of the guys who turn to work for my Dad only do it because they have no other choice. They don’t have qualifications to get good jobs. They can barely afford food for their families, let alone health care. Regardless of what my Dad does or any of the others, no matter what you do to try and take them down, someone else will always just come and take their place because the system itself is fucked.”

He sighed, his head falling back into the pillow as he looked back up at the ceiling, the weight of her statement, the fact that she was right, it was like a punch to his gut, yet also, somehow, brought him so much peace. Confirming all of the thoughts he’d had racing around his head and validating them, solidifying the ideas he had been having into his head.

“What are you thinking?”

“Just that… you’re right.” He paused and she blinked patiently at him in the dark as she waited for him to continue. Then he said the words she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth. “I think if I’m gonna get anywhere, I’m gonna have to start playing them at their own game.”

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junglejim4322 · 28 days

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In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil

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sunlessea · 10 days

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did you just expect me to keep my distance? — firesluci

i don't feel like formatting rn / @londonfallen

what an odd question. he stares at it vaguely unimpressed and wholly judgmental from where he lies wrapped with sheets 'round his legs, having pried his attention from the ceiling he'd been so blissfully entranced by. one would think the positioning rather scandalous ... but despite its bent ears and questionable company, it hadn't even touched him. strangely polite, for such a cruel force in london's structure. he'd asked for the blankets himself.

its lodgings are bright. blinding, even, at least compared to what he's used to in eve's garden. there are no gaslit, gaudy signs to sore his eye, just a good hundred candles burning bright. does it really not get it?

"i didn't expect you to bring me home," he clarifies, tearing his gaze back up to the softly glowing ceiling. what few shadows there are flicker way up there. he thinks he could drift out of his own mind and go somewhere far away just staring at it. daydream himself into a coma, until he forgot the world. it's probably the honey talking. "distance is kind of my specialty. you do know what you're supposed to be hiring me for, right? it's not to lay on your floor while you tend to my wounds." he blows a strand of hair out of his face. "i'm your whore, mr fires. not your lover."

#londonfallen #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ fires & lucius. ⁞ with all the money in the world‚ you could never buy that boy. if love’s the gain‚ it will be tough.#slur tw /#? idk #drugs tw —

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reanimatedandmedicated · 1 month

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various updates and facts about my family

my mother huffed raid bug spray and ate wallpaper paste as a child. my grandfather believes my autistic sibling is an alien and is asking him to provide the winning lottery numbers. my sister tried to kill her boyfriend recently.

My dad is getting married to his seventh wife.

And my little brother (J) is smelting pawn shop jewelry in efforts to make silver bullets to load in .22 casings

My grandfather swears he was abducted by aliens and they modified his cum.

In 2009, he attempted to trade firearms for an alleged crystal skull which he believed contained the blueprints to rebuild Atlantis.

In 2012, my family created a convey of six cars all loaded with guns, ammo, canned food, etc. in order to prepare for the apocalypse. In December of 2012, my grandfather led us to where he believed our family would hold off the forces of evil, a last bastion for our bloodline- A fucking Super8 motel in Forsyth GA.

My mother used to drink blood in the 90s and beat the shit out of football players as a hobby, so she could beef up for roller derby. She raises baby animals, and has more than once attempted to kill a man during intimacy.

All if my dad's ex wives have tried to kill him. He's had attack dogs sicced on him, beaten with a crowbar, chased with a hammer, run over with his own car, and pushed out a vehicle. His new wife was a pen pal he met when she was in jail.

My aunt believes she convenes with the angels when she's hopped up on ambien and percocet, so she's like the goth version of Mama Murphy from Fallout 4.

I was conceived in a crack den in North Carolina. My mother's organs don't like having kids, so much so that both me and my sibling (J) were born dead and had to be resuscitated. In both cases it was due to the umbilical cord playing a game of Hangman.

My little brother (J) taught Igor, our Vulture, to vomit on command. Nobody knows how.

He has been using the infestation of rats at my family's cabin to do... something. He's been running a rat cannibalism fight club, in an attempt to fish out a Super Rat which he plans to do... Something with?

My little brother (M) spends his spare time firing at passing cars. We have managed to make sure he's using BB guns, is the compromise. (J) went through a similar phase when he was an early teen, and would shoot a bow and arrow at the neighbor's house. I did the same with a potato cannon in my youth. It's a tradition.

My dad is missing his appendix. He has no idea where it went and has no record of it ever being removed.

My grandmother reluctantly admitted to having an affair with a ghost in her 40s.

My brother (M) used to love botany. By the age of 6 he could tell you anything you wanted to know about the flora of southeast GA. He had a garden. And he also grew weed for my step-dad until my mom found out. After that he was banned from gardening and picked up junior robotics as a hobby after i gave him K'nex and some Lego Mindstorms stuff years ago. He took apart an air conditioner in a motel once. To this day we don't know what he did with the screws. He builds airsoft guns from scrap and is a mechanical prodigy. He is almost illiterate.

My brother (A) disturbs me. He was raised by the internet and YouTube. He is whatever this new generation is personified. He's frighteningly... Normal.

I am waiting for the shoe to drop and for him to reveal some darkness to him never before seen in my family.

He's just. A normal kid. A little zoomer that watches Mr. Beast and YouTube long plays. He's also the straight man to most of all my family's bullshit. He's dangerously genre savvy. He also has a weird interest in law???

My sister (H) is your average country girl. She's attempted to kill more than one of her boyfriends (will clarify that they were abusive), has totaled three cars and always walks away from these nightmarish accidents unscathed. She was found on the side of the road last year hitting her vape and flagging down a car, while her own was stuck five feet above a ditch in a tree.

She has a job and plans to go to New York to "see what them city twinks got goin' on"

My other little sister (C) is the only other queer member of my sibling roster. She's a lesbian, and enjoys shooting things. Sometimes living things. She, like (A), is dangerously genre savvy and doesn't play into my family's religious fanaticism. She wants to be a firefighter because she is also a pyromaniac and wants an excuse to see "big things burn".

A bit more about (J)- He claims to speak to the dead, and has used this to become my grandfather's right hand man, and the beneficiary of his estate. He is an autodidact, self taught with blacksmithing and metalworking. He dresses well, and also has a hidden laboratory in my grandfather's shed where he has taken a fixation in herbal tinctures and remedies. He knows they're bullshit. But my family buys his potions, and he uses the money to buy pawn shop jewelry and scrap metal to build stuff. He believes firmly in werewolves, and is convinced Furries are a psyop to prepare the general public for their emergence in society. Which is why he's making silver bullets.

I wish to stipulate that not a single word of this is a joke. This is on god, IRL bullshit I have to contend with.

I should probably update this to remove real names what the fuck

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spidersins · 10 days

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“I got you a present baby.” Helluvaxhazbin (val giving him the pig)

@helluvahotelx

he wasn't sure what to do when he'd heard the knock on his door. of course it was going to be val - no one else knew where his shithole of an apartment was ( if you could call the box room that ). no one else cared enough to want to know. just val.

and fuck had they had a big fight. he'd never seen the moth sinner so angry with him, his eyes blazing red as he shouted about how 'angelica' had looked at too many men as he'd performed that night, how even then he should only be looking at him. he'd tried to argue back, to stand his ground but that seemed to have made val even angrier.

which is how he'd ended up in his shitty apartment instead of val's penthouse, mascara smudged around puffy red eyes as he took slow drags of his cigarette. and it was why he opened the door to the other man, blinking in surprise at the little creature in his arms with a bow.

was that....a pig?

❛ he's....he's for me??? ❜

#helluvaxhazbin #.　　. 　 ˚　. VERSE ╰ AN ANGEL LIVING IN THE GARDEN OF EVIL.#smoking cw

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ristoky · 1 year

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the Pear of Gold and Garden of Snakes - Every Once in a While, an Angelic Lighworking Force will Switch teams, to bring balance to the Scales of Good n' Evil... It's on their own Freewill, cause' most likely, they're worn out and tired of being assistance & doing the Guardian work & wearing feathers & all that Bla-bla-blahh.., So... Switching over to the Dark brings it's own glory.. Or as it might seem so.. Indeed!..

When the Time Comes, They'll make their journey to the Garden of Snakes, grab one floating Pear of Gold from a Tree, and as soon as they touch the Pear, the transformation to the Darkness begins.. the Snakes will eat what's being stripped by the transformation... & it ain't really pretty... the Golden Pear will remain with the Darkness Dweller, until they're unfortunately vanquished or they'll plant the Pear seeds & seek the Pathway back to the Light...

It is possible to switch back, but that's a Whole another different story... & that's not a Simple as Picking a Pear of Gold..

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