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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Belle of the Ball

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x black!reader

Summary: Klaus goes dress shopping with the reader.

Warnings: Mentions of a blood (it’s a vampire fic lol), smut, fluff, and maybe a little angst.

“Uncle Marcel?!” You called out into the humongous house.

“Where are you? We’re gonna be late!”

You wandered around the compound some more until you felt someone tug on your arm and pulled you into the hallway.

“Quiet, little one.” Klaus covered your mouth to suppress your shriek. He felt your smile against his hand as you registered it was him.

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he replaced it with his lips. It started innocent enough until you hunger for more. Licking the seam of his lips, you pushed your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss for a bit until Klaus decided he had enough and took charge.

Just as his tongue roamed your mouth, tugging and pulling, his hands did the same thing with your body.

Suddenly you remembered that you were supposed be meeting up with your uncle and not making out with the original. Reluctantly you stopped the kiss but made no effort to move away from him.

“Klaus, we can’t be doing this here.”

“Or what, my love?” Klaus asked, kissing along the column of your neck.

“Or Marcel is gonna try to kill you for real this time.” You pushed against his shoulders and dipped under his arm.

You’ve been secretly dating Klaus for about six months thanks to Marcel. He didn’t want you mixed up with the supernatural beings of New Orleans, especially Klaus. You guessed it had something to do with you being his only living blood relative.

It was a year ago when Marcel found you. You had just moved to New Orleans for law school and decided to tour the city. When Marcel saw you in Rossesau’s he didn’t know if he should’ve hugged you or attack you. You looked exactly like his little sister.

Even though Klaus took Marcel in, Marcel kept up with his family until he couldn’t. That’s why he didn’t know his baby sister had a baby, continuing his bloodline, which eventually led to you.

“Pay him no mind, little one. He’s just getting his ounce of payback for me keeping him away from Rebekah.” Klaus cupped your face and began kissing you again.

No matter how bad you wanted his kisses to continue, you backed away. You really didn’t want to get in between a fighting Marcel and Klaus again.

Thankfully, it was the right move. Marcel was making his ways downstairs with a blissful Rebekah trailing behind. “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this.”

“The only way I’m taking your money is if you go shopping with me.”

Your sorority was throwing their annual big charity event and this time they wanted to have a fancy ball. Now you had to find an acceptable dress and date for the event.

“How noble.” Rebekah commented from behind Marcel.

Rebekah did not care for you too much. First, it was Klaus that kept Marcel from her. Then, it was New Orleans, and now it was you. She felt as if she would never get to be the center of Marcel’s attention.

“Do you have a date yet?” Marcel asked, pretending not to hear Rebekah’s snide remark.

Klaus’ head perked up. This was the first time he heard of you taking a date to the charity ball.

Quickly, your eyes shifted from Marcel to Klaus. His face appeared nonchalant, but you could sense he was seething under his calm façade. Purposely, you left out that tidbit to Klaus, because you didn’t want him to murder the poor guy. “I asked a guy from my study group and he said yeah, but he had to double check if his internship wouldn’t get in the way.”

“If it was me, love, a pesky internship would not get in the way of a night with a beauty such as yourself.” Klaus complimented you and then kissed your hand.

Marcel put himself between you and his sire. “Enough of that! Klaus, stay away from my niece.” Swinging his keys around his finger. “Y/N, let’s go.”

At the last minute, Rebekah called Marcel’s name. She claimed Marcel knew nothing about fashion and that you would appreciate a woman’s opinion. You knew she just wanted to spend time with Marcel, so you told him it was alright, because in the next breath you invited Klaus. If Marcel’s girlfriend was going, you were gonna bring your boyfriend.

Your uncle tried to persuade to rescind the invitation, but you wouldn’t. You came up with the piss poor excuse that Klaus would be lonely and bored, since Haley took Hope out on a day trip. Since you wouldn’t give up, Marcel allowed Klaus to come.

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Five stores later and you still hadn’t found a dress. You wanted to go home and sleep, but Klaus wanted you to try one more store. At his insistence you went.

As soon as you stepped in an attendant greeted you. “Ms. Y/L/N, welcome. Mr. Mikaelson has chosen a couple of pieces he would like you to try on. Would you please follow me?”

You looked to Klaus confusingly. When did he have the time to pick dresses for you?

Klaus saw the storm brewing on Marcel’s face and had to quickly put it out. “Calm down, Marcellus. We all know I have exquisite taste. I’m simply just trying to make your niece the belle of the ball.”

Klaus was fooling nobody, Marcel thought. He knew Klaus wanted Y/N and he had to protect her at all costs. Y/N wasn’t gonna be collateral damage just because Klaus Mikaelson was interested in her.

“Be nice, Uncle Marcel. He’s only trying to help.”

Hearing your voice soothed Marcel. Unfortunately, you and Klaus were right. Anyway, what harm could be done if Klaus picked out your dress? It wasn’t a marriage proposal.

Allowing you to try on the dresses, Marcel and Rebekah browsed around, looking for backups just in case.

The attendant brought you to the dressing room, but there was only one dress. “Umm, there’s only one dress in here.”

“Mr. Mikaelson said you would fall in love with this one,” the attendant claimed before leaving you.

The dress was beautiful no doubt, but it was not you. There was no way you could do the dress any justice.

“Try it on, love.” You heard Klaus’ voice clearly.

“How’d you get back here?”

“I may or may not have compelled the owner. Now stop stalling and try the dress on or I’ll have you screaming my name loud enough for your uncle to hear.” You could hear him smiling. You knew a part of him wanted you to disobey him so you could out your relationship to Marcel, but you wouldn’t give Klaus the satisfaction.

Poking your head out, you stuck out your tongue at him. “You don’t play fair.”

“You’ll learn that I never do.”

Undressing quickly, you put on the dress. Unable to zip it up, you exited the dressing room with your back towards Klaus so he could do it for you.

“No peeking,” Klaus ordered, when he caught you trying to look in the mirror. He choose to torture you some more by slowly zipping up the dress and when he finished he lightly kissed the base of your neck.

Klaus guided you to the platform in the center of the room. Removing his hands away from your eyes, he finally allowed you to look at yourself in the mirror.

A gasp escaped your mouth. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. To your surprise, the dress actually looked good on you.

The dress reminded you of Aurora’s in Sleeping Beauty, but with glitter. Taking a twirl, you admired yourself. Klaus truly was a genius. Your dark cocoa skin complimented the pink dress perfectly. You played with your bundles, thinking of ways you wanted to style it.

Turning towards the genius, you jumped into his arms. “It’s perfect!” You squealed.

“You’re perfect, love.” Klaus couldn’t help himself and had to kiss you.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him. Right when he was just about to whine, Klaus witness you shrug out the dress. Leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Tilting your head to one side, you exposed your neck to Klaus. “I think all this dress shopping made you work up an appetite,” you suggested.

Klaus’ fangs descended and his eyes turned black. “I think you’re right, beautiful.”

When his fangs pierced your skin you were in heaven. Klaus knew exactly how to bring you to ecstasy.

Klaus didn’t know what he loved more, the taste of your blood or the sweet nectar between your legs. Honestly, it probably didn’t even matter, because either way you were feeding him.

So consumed with Klaus sucking on your neck, you didn’t notice his fingers slide into your core until you were close to coming. This was your favorite combination. Klaus draining you and making you cum at the same time. It left you feeling like you were floating.

Being careful not to take too much blood, Klaus retracted his fangs much to your displeasure. “You know I can’t take too much, little one. Safety comes before your pleasure.” Klaus reminded after you whimpered from the loss of his fangs.

Since there was still blood slowly oozing out of your puncture wounds, Klaus placed his lips there and sucked hard, getting the last bit of your blood.

“Get off of her!” Marcel’s voice jolted you. You were so consumed with Klaus that you forgot about Marcel was the one taking you shopping.

Marcel couldn’t even look at you right now. He specifically told you to stay away from Klaus and you disobeyed. “Get your clothes on, pay for the dress, and we’re leaving. NOW!” Marcel ordered you with his back facing you.

“Dress already paid for, Marcellus. I made sure of that.” Klaus said, moving closer to you.

“Klaus!” You whispered yelled at him. Provoking Marcel was not the right move right now.

Marcel ticked his head and stalked over to Klaus. For awhile they stood there silently just staring at each other. Marcel with hate and Klaus with a cheeky grin.

“Let’s go.” Marcel looked back at you and walked out, dismissing Klaus without a single glance.

Head hanging low, you began to follow Marcel until Klaus stopped you. “Queens do not bow their heads for anyone. Don’t let me catch you doing it again.” He whispered into your ear and then kissed your temple before letting you go.

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“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from him, yes or no?!” Marcel asked, wearing the carpet with all his pacing.

“Yes,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. This was going on for hours it seemed. He wouldn’t let you get a word in.

“I can’t believe you went against me! He’s dangerous, Y/N.”

Blah, blah, blah, blah. Soon, you started tuning Marcel out. He was just repeating himself and you were tired of it.

“Okay, I’ll admit he’s dangerous, but he’s kind, protective, and loving.” You went on to describe all of Klaus’ positive traits much to Marcel’s dismay.

Standing above you with his hands on his hips and the ‘I’m very disappointed in you’ father’s face, Marcel asked, “You do know we’re talking about Klaus Mikaelson?”

“Yes! I get it, he’s done you dirty. But you said so yourself he’s gotten better.” You reminded Marcel of your first conversation about Klaus. “Uncle Marcel, I’ve never felt this way about a guy before. Please, give us a chance.”

Your eyes, his sister’s eyes were getting to him. He was never able to say no to her, figures he would never be able to say no to you.

“Okay, but you move in with me. We never know if one of his enemies will try to take you and I prefer to keep you safe.” Marcel was already thinking of bringing you in. He wanted to spend more time with you.

Excited, you jumped from the couch and hugged him. “You got yourself a deal.”

“I’m so glad you could come to an agreement. I didn’t want to have to dagger you, Marcel.” Klaus entered your apartment and clapped Marcel on the back.

Marcel’s lip snarled. “You were outside this whole time?”

“Indeed I was. I understand your concerns for your niece, but Marcellus,” his eyes cut to you before he continued. “She’s the one. The only other person I feel as strongly about is my child. Do what you will with that.”

Marcel knew the lengths Klaus would go to protect Hope, that’s why he felt a weight lift off his shoulders when Klaus made that comparison. Klaus may have not been the man Marcel imagined you with, but he would have to accept that for the sake of your happiness.

With one more threat, Marcel left, leaving you and Klaus alone.

Klaus backed you into the couch until you had no choice but to lay down. “Now that our little secret is revealed, we got one more pesky problem.” He whispered lowly, his beard slightly tickling you.

“And what is that,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Your date to the ball. Do you want me to cancel his invitation or do you want to?”

“I’ll do it!” You rushed to reply. Your way would involve a lot less blood and guts than Klaus’ and you had a feeling you would have to continue doing that for the foreseeable future.

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whumppile · 7 years

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I just found your Spider Man's fics and I gotta say I love your writing style ❤️ Could you do more whump fics of him? Maybe Tony calling him to help them out with anything and then something horrible happens to him? Or maybe have him loosing his powers for a bit? (Like in the 2nd Spiderman movie) Anyways, I'm glad I found your blog with whumpiness all over it ❤️

Aww you’re so sweet, I’m so glad you like them! Lol I love writing whump, I can’t stop hurting the poor kid hehe this was a good prompt, I really hope you like it! Let me know what you think? I’ll also post it on my ff.net and a03 accounts as “Hold on.”

“You want anything else?” The checkout girl looked supremelybored as she handed Peter his bag of snacks, but he smiled all the same as hetook them.

“No, thanks. I’m all good!”

He may have been Spiderman but he still got hungry.

His senses were usually pretty good, but he’d beendistracted all day, and he didn’t notice the other man come in. He also didn’t noticethe gun he had in his waistband.

He was about to leave the store when his phone rang, and hequickly balanced his snacks in one hand to answer it.

“Hey Mr Stark! I just finished school and I aced thatscience test I was telling you about!”

The older man’s voice was slightly amused, and a littleproud. “That’s great Pete, I told you it would be fine. You know, Cap and Iwere talking and I think it’s time you came on a mission with us.”

Peter attempted to calm his racing heart as soon as thosewords were spoken. A mission? With Iron Man and Captain freaking America?

His voice was embarrassingly high as he replied. “Um, yeahthat sounds cool! You want me to meet you now?”

A crash and a scream drowned out Tony’s reply, and Peterturned in time to see the cashier stuff handfuls of money into a bag, for theman holding a gun to her head. Peter let out a curse, as he ducked behind ashelf of food.

“Shit.”

“Peter, you know your Aunt hates it when you-“

The kid quickly cut him off, crouching down behind the shelfand trying to get a peek at the man with the gun. The check-out girl was crying.

“Tony this store is being robbed.”

There was a pause. “The one you’re standing in?”

“Yeah, but I have my suit in my bag. If I can just get somewhereto change, I can handle it.”

Tony paused again, and Peter was worried he’d tell him tostay out of it, and make a speech about how he wasn’t bullet proof and heshould just wait for the police to get there. But instead he agreed.

“Okay, you got this. But BE CAREFUL, all right?”

Peter could almost jump up and down with excitement, exceptthat would most definitely get him shot. He was about to hang up the phonewhen-

“What are you doing?”

Shit. The man with the gun was now pointing it at Peter, andhe didn’t know what to say.

“Nothing.”

The robber looked panicked, hand shaking as he aimed the gunat Peter’s chest, bag of cash hanging by his side. Peter put his hands up.

“Who are you talking to! Did you call the cops? I can’t haveany cops coming in here!”

Peter flinched back as the man got closer. He smelt awful,and his teeth were rotted and broken. His pupils were blown wide too, whichmade it obvious he was on something. That only made him more dangerous.

“It’s not the cops, it’s…my dad. You don’t have to hurtanyone, why don’t you just put the gun down and we can talk about this?”

Tony’s voice was still coming from the phone, and he soundedworried. Peter kept his eyes on the gunman as he took the phone from his hand.

“Who is this?”

Peter could hear Tony’s furious reply from where he stood,and tried to come up with a plan to get the gun away from the robber.

“If you touch my kid, I swear to god, I will hunt you downand make you pay.”

The robber’s hand dipped just a little as his attention wasdiverted, and Peter saw his opening. He lunged for the gun, getting his fingersaround it before the man had even turned around, and within a second, he wasdisarmed.

Peter aimed the gun at the man, but kept his finger far awayfrom the trigger, as he took his phone back from the surprised junkie.

Tony was still screaming profanities as Peter pressed thephone back to his ear, and the teenager smiled as he cut him off.

“-YOU PIECE OF SHIT, I’LL HAVE THE WHOLE-“

“Tony, it’s fine, I got the gun. And I didn’t even need touse my-“

Peter didn’t really register what the sound was at first. Itechoed through the small store, and left his ears ringing. The cashierscreamed, and the junkie looked like he was about to throw up.

The gun dropped from Peter’s hand as he looked down at hisstomach. There was red seeping outwards, and it burned like nothing he’d everfelt before.

Another voice came from the front of the store, gruff and annoyed.

“I told you to grab the shit and go, why do I have to doeverything myself? Hurry up, leave him.”

The junkie left with the other guy, and the cashiercontinued to scream as Tony started yelling once more, but Peter was frozen.

“Peter? Are you okay? Peter answer me!”

It took a few moments for him to find his voice, long enoughfor both robbers to leave, and when he finally did speak, it came out small andscared.

“T…Tony. I think I’ve been shot.”

His knees hit the floor, and he let out a cry of pain as hecurled on his side on the disgusting tile. It hurt so badly, it was like a hotknife was being pushed into his stomach, and he couldn’t breathe without morepain carving through him.

There was a lot of noise coming through the phone, like enginesand panicked voices but Peter couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pain. Hecould feel his own blood dripping down his side, and the way his shirt stuck tothe wound. He sucked in a ragged breath, closing his eyes against the way ithurt his chest, and tried not to gag on the smell of copper tinging the air.

A sniffle caught his attention,and he opened his eyes to see the cashier standing above him, tears streamingdown her face as she pressed her hands to her mouth. Peter reached towards her,words shaking.

“Are…you o-okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head, eyes glued to the hole in his stomachbefore they found the phone still clutched in his hand. Tony was still yelling,begging for Peter to answer him, and the cashier carefully knelt and took thephone from Peters shaking hand.

“Hello?”

“Who is this? Where’s Peter, is he okay?”

The girl’s face crumpled as she began to sob, and Peter justtried to concentrate on breathing.

“They shot him.”

Tony’s voice was strained. “Is he alive?”

The girl nodded before answering verbally. Tony sounded alittle more focused now, and his words came as a command.

“Put me on speaker and let me talk to him, while you findsomething to stop the bleeding.”

She nodded again and did as she was told, putting the phonedown next to Peter’s head as he twitched on the ground. It hurt to move butevery part of him shook from the pain and shock.

“Peter, talk to me kid.”

He forced his words out, hands hovering over his stomach asthey trembled. He knew he had to put pressure on it, but he couldn’t makehimself move.

“H-hey.”

Tony let out a breathy laugh, relieved to hear his voice astires squealed in the background. “Hey. Everything’s going to be okay, I’m onmy way and the police are coming. I’ve already gotten F.R.I.D.A.Y to notify mymed team and they’ll come soon. You just have to stay awake, all right?”

Peter nodded as the cashier came back, holding a bunch oftowels. She knelt beside him and balled them up, pressing them to the bulletwound and making Peter cry out in agony as she profusely apologized.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, but your dad said I had to stop thebleeding!”

Peter couldn’t hear anything else, as she pressed harder andpain filled his mind. His senses were more intense than other peoples, and hecouldn’t block anything out when distracted as he was. The lights were toobright, and there was too much noise from the phone and the cars outside, andhe could feel every millimetre that the bullet moved inside him.

He couldn’t shut any of it out, and the pain was so intense hecould do nothing but scream.

They were lucky that no one from the street came to see whatwas happening, because they couldn’t deal with any normal paramedics and Peter didn’tneed any more sensory input right now.

Tony’s voice came through the phone again, trying to soundsoothing despite how it shook.

“It’s okay, Peter! You’ll be okay, I’m coming. I’m on myway, just hold on for me, buddy.”

The cashier started crying again, pushing down on the towelsas they grew wet. Peter’s head began to swirl, and he noticed her name tag forthe first time. It was hard to read when your eyes don’t want to stay open, buthe was pretty sure it said Anne.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she watched Peter, and shecalled to the phone on the ground as his eyes got heavier.

“He’s falling asleep! And I can’t stop the bleeding, it justkeeps coming! I don’t know what to do!”

The engine on the other end of the phone revved harder andPeter blinked up at the face above him. Tony sounded angry.

“Stay awake, Peter! Just keep pressure on it, I’m almostthere! Peter! Answer me!”

Lights turned into glowing embers, and the face above himbegan to blur as the teenager started to shiver. Why was it so cold?

“No, Peter come on. Stay with me, kid.”

He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Peter’s breaths beganto slow, leaving his mouth in noisy pants, and it was getting harder to pull inany air at all. His mouth tasted like copper, and he could feel blood coat hislips as he coughed.

Tony was still waiting for him to say something, and hiswords sounded wet and weak.

“M…Mr Stark? I’m scared.”

A noise like a sob came from the phone. Peter knew he wassupposed to be a hero, and that Spider-Man was supposed to be brave. But he wasin pain, and he knew that if he fell asleep, he might never wake up. All hewanted was Tony to be there; to make him feel safe, and to tell him everythingwould be okay. He felt so alone on that hard floor, with a stranger’s handscoated in his blood, and his only comfort a voice on a phone.

Tony’s voice was strangled, like something had a hand aroundhis throat as he spoke.

“It’ll be okay, Peter. I promise, I’m going to fixeverything, just stay awake. Don’t…don’t give up, you can do this, I know youcan. Keep talking to me. Tell me about that test you had today.”

The world was moving so slowly, and Peter’s eyes wereclosing of their own accord. He was so cold, and so tired. He couldn’t hold onanymore.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes closed, as Tony called for him, and the cashier’s sobbinggrew louder.

Tony was driving as fast as he could, knuckles white on thesteering wheel. He could barely see through the stupid tears in his eyes, buthe continued, needing to get to his kid.

He could hear Peter’s ragged breaths through the phone, andhe could hear when they stopped. It was like his heart suddenly turned tostone, and became a weight in his chest that prevented him from breathing.Because as much as he hated hearing the wet, painful gasps being draggedthrough Peter’s teeth, he hated the silence more. The girl was sobbing soloudly, that Tony could almost pretend it wasn’t true. Of course, Peter wasstill breathing. He had to be.

But they weren’t there, and when he finally pulled up to thetiny store and ran inside, he could ignore it no longer. Peter lay on theground, arms laying at his sides as the crying cashier held bloody towels tohis stomach. There was so much of it, stained all over the girl, and poolingfrom beneath the teenager.

Tony’s hands started shaking as he looked at him. He was sopale, his eyes closed and his soft curls falling back from his forehead. Therewas blood dripping from his mouth and…he wasn’t breathing.

Sirens rang outside as Tony fell to his knees beside theboy, picking up one of his limp hands and holding it in both of his. He was so,so young, he didn’t deserve this.

Tony barely managed to push his words out before a sob tookover him. “Peter? I’m here, I’ve got you now. You’ll be okay. Wake up.”

Those eyes didn’t open, and that chest didn’t rise and fall.He was cold. He was gone.

Help arrived a few seconds later, the med team he’d calledstormed in, shouting things, and taking over, and Tony knew they were there tohelp but he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Peter.

Finally, someone pushed him away and he sat on the floor afew meters away, as they tore Peter’s shirt open and attached pads to his chest.He tried to remember how to breathe as he watched Peter’s body arch, seizingfrom the electricity passing through him, before he slumped back to the ground.

He watched them inject things and place wires, careful handsholding Peter’s head still as they shoved a tube down his throat. He didn’t moveuntil they’d strapped Peter down onto a backboard, calling for Tony to comewith them.

“You can follow in your car, Mr Stark. We’ll take himstraight to Avenger tower.”

He watched them take his kid away, and got up to get in hiscar, but stopped as he caught sight of the blood and gauze all over the whitetiles. God, Peter had died on that floor.

He couldn’t look away, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes fromthe horror in front of him. But Peter still needed him, so he made sure thecashier was taken care of before he went to his car, and drove.

………………..

Peter woke to music. It was one of his favourites, and itfilled his mind and helped him swim to the surface of whatever darkness he waslost in. The music lifted, and suddenly he couldn’t just hear things, but feelthem too. He was lying down, with his chest a little raised, and someone washolding his hand.

There were smells too, sharp, and antibacterial which Peterdid not like, but at least he knew where he was now. He’d been in the medicalwing of Avenger tower enough times to recognise it by the smells alone.

His eyes were heavy, and didn’t want to open, but when theydid they were met with a white ceiling and white walls, a soft blue blanketdraped over him, and Tony Stark sitting by his bed.

Tony looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in days, and hesmiled when he saw Peter awake.

“Hey, kid. It’s about time you woke up, I almost thought you’dsleep forever.”

The teenager took a second to reply, finding his voice roughand his throat sore.

“You came.”

Tony nodded, and stood to pull Peter’s blankets higher uphis chest, unable to help himself from fretting. It had been touch and go forso long, and he’d waited three days to see the boy’s eyes open again.

“Of course, I did. I’ll always be here when you need me,Peter.”

The kids eyes drooped, and he frowned as if he were about tocry. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I didn’t want to give up but I was soscared and it hurt so bad.”

Tony quickly sat on the edge of the bed, and put a hand onthe boy’s shoulder, eyebrows coming down over his worried gaze. “No, no, it’sokay, I’m not mad Pete. You didn’t do anything wrong. Everything’s okay now,you just rest.”

Peter heaved a shaky sigh as he blinked, a stray tearfalling down his cheek.

“I didn’t want to die alone, with a stranger. I didn’t…I didn’twant to be by myself.”

Tony sighed and wiped the tear from that pale cheek, with acareful finger. “You’re not alone, Peter. I won’t leave. Just sleep, okay?”

Peter nodded, finally feeling safe, and let his eyes closeonce more, squeezing Tony’s hand as he fell back into the warm dark.

(I hope you like it! Also sorry for killing Peter lol I didnt intend on that at first but it kind of happened. Let me know what you think?)

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