#and Mark constantly trying to get in contact with Peter and finding him

[spidey-stark]

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Peter is frustrated by your boss, Harry Osborn, having a crush on you. So when he gets the chance to have you alone he decides to leave a few marks to show Harry who you belong to. 

Warnings - Intense makeout scene, kind of sexual? lol 

Word Count - 2,305

Authors Note - Ah! I’m so glad that my last tasm!Peter one shot did so good! Thank you to everyone that read it and said such nice things! :) Hopefully you enjoy this one just as much and if you guys have any requests for Peter or other characters please just let me know and I’ll try my best to do them! 

Peter knew that he had essentially been banned from coming to visit me at work. 

The last time that he had tried to make a surprise stop by Oscorp during my shift had ended absolutely terrible. Being Harry’s assistant came with a lot of perks, seeing as though it had put me pretty far up on the corporate food chain and was also allowing me an opportunity to learn quite a bit about the business aspects of running Oscorp, however the downsides became apparent any time that Peter and Harry were in the same room together. 

The moment the two of them come into contact with one another it’s almost as though they are immediately taken over by some sort of testosterone-fueled stupidity; constantly trying to outdo one another. 

When it was just Harry and I alone it was easy to ignore his advances. Sure, he would usually find a way to work in random flirtatious comments or the occasional compliment here and there throughout the day, and sometimes it could get to be a bit much, but he was always much more tame on the days that Peter didn’t show his face. 

Yet, of course, it was rare that a day passed without Peter finding some excuse to stop by and make sure that Harry was keeping his distance. 

And today was no different. 

“What do you think salami is made out?” Peter questioned, holding his sandwich in front of his face as he analyzed the deli meat sticking out from the bread. “Is it pork? It’s not pork, is it?

Today’s reason for stopping by during my lunch break was very simple according to Peter: it was Flag Day. In Peter’s mind that was a holiday that he felt was worth celebrating, showing up unannounced with sandwiches from our favorite deli and his usual goofy grin. To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t even be mad at him for it if I wanted to be. Between his silly reasoning for stopping by and his offering of sandwiches? It was impossible not to just find the whole situation rather adorable. 

“I think it is pork.” I answered before taking a bite of my own sandwich. 

Peter scrunched up his nose a little, sitting his food back down in front of him. “It doesn’t taste like pork.” he stated matter-of-factly. 

“What’s it taste like?” I asked. 

He shrugged. “Salami?” 

I couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying his usual odd behavior. Even if Peter was supposed to be banned from visiting me here it was still always a nice break to have him here for a while and take away some of the stress from working. 

“Ah, Peter.” Harry’s voice rang through the room as he entered, his eyes lingering on Peter, who was sitting directly across from me at my desk, remaining on him for just a moment too long. “What a surprise.” 

Peter offered him a very tightlipped smile, not even looking over at him. “Nice to see ya, Harry.” 

For the most part the two of them at least always tried to be somewhat cordial towards one another, yet the tension that filled the room any time the two of them were near each other was undeniable and it wasn’t exactly shocking to anyone around when the passive aggressive comments starting spouting from both of their mouths. 

“Y/N-” Harry began, ignoring Peter’s comment, “did you ever get a hold of that file I was asking you about?” 

“Yes!” I chimed quickly, immediately opening the drawer of my desk and pulling out a vanilla-colored folder, standing to my feet to walk over to him. “This was all of the information that I could pull on both Dr. Connors and Dr. Parker’s cross-species work.” 

I didn’t even have to look at Peter to know that his face was definitely painted with very evident irritation. 

Harry had already been on Spider-Man’s trail as of late, desperate to find some way to cure himself, and the fact that he was looking into the cross-species genetics work Peter’s father had done was not good news. Yet, a part of me did feel bad for Harry. 

Being his assistant meant that I had seen him in some of his weakest moments, the only person around to offer any semblance of comfort as his body was being slowly taken over by the disease he had inherited from his father: retroviral hypodysplasia. I knew that deep down all he was searching for was just a way to live, something that he believed Spider-Man could give him. Unfortunately Peter and I both knew that under no circumstance whatsoever could Harry be given access to Peter’s blood. 

If anything, knowing that there was no way we could help Harry just made me feel even more sympathetic towards him. A sympathy that Peter didn’t quite share most days. 

Harry gave me a sweet smile as he grabbed the folder from my hand and tucked it under his arm. “Thank you so much, Y/N.” 

I returned his smile, about to turn and make my way back to my desk to continue eating lunch with Peter, but halting as Harry spoke up once again. 

“You’re a lucky guy, Peter.” Harry finally made eye contact with Peter for the first time since walking into the room, placing a hand on the small of my back and pulling me into his side, “I know that I certainly wouldn’t be able to live without her by my side.” 

Peter’s nails were digging into the side of his leg, gritting his teeth and forcing a smile at Harry’s words, not wanting Harry to have any indication at all that he was succeeding in getting under his skin. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew the sight of Harry’s arm wrapped around my waist--his fingers lightly gripping my side--was driving him absolutely insane. Yet he wouldn’t make a scene. I knew he wouldn’t make a scene. Because no matter how badly Harry tried to drive him mad he knew that working at Oscorp had been my dream for years now. 

He clearly hadn’t done the best job of hiding his jealousy though according to the satisfied smirk tugging on Harry’s lips as he moved towards the door. “Oh, one more thing,” he spoke, his body halfway out the door, “I’m gonna need you to stay late again tonight and help me with some research, okay?” 

“Of course.” Peter was definitely going to kill me. 

The moment Harry shut the door behind him I immediately turned on my heel to face my boyfriend, who was now up from his seat and pacing around the office space. 

“Do you have to always entertain him?” Peter asked desperately, motioning to the door that Harry had just walked out of. 

“No, no Parker-” I responded quickly, “We’ve been through this! He’s my boss. And he’s usually a pretty good one at that. So do not drag me into whatever it is that you two have going on.” 

Peter stopped pacing for a moment, frowning at me. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s not your fault. But god he is just so unbearable.” 

“Remember when you guys used to be friends?” I reminded him sarcastically. 

“Ah, yeah, well that was before he decided he wanted to screw my girlfriend.” Peter glared. 

I knew that nothing I said was going to make Peter feel any better about the situation, and so instead I opted for walking over to him and placing my hands on his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. “Just try not to worry about him. Please. Cause I promise you that no one is ‘screwing’ me except for you.” I finished with a laugh, standing up on my toes to place a small kiss on the tip of his nose. 

For a moment it seemed that my joking reassurance and touch had done the trick, his eyes softening and the tension slowly disappearing from his body. But, then, the familiar soft expression he wore every time he looked at me faded into one that was much more mischievous, and I had a feeling that I really didn’t want to know what had gotten into his mind. 

“You’re right.” Peter agreed, his hands suddenly leaving his side where they were anxiously picking at his jeans, coming up to meet my hips. “Maybe he just needs a reminder of that, yeah?” 

I snorted at his comment, my hands falling from his shoulders as I turned to head back towards my desk. “And how do you plan on going about that?”��

Bad question. 

I suddenly felt a tug on the back of my shirt, and before I could even process what had happened I found myself being spun back into Peter’s arms, a trail of webbing coming off my shirt. To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. Peter had never used his web-shooters on me before unless it had been literally a matter of life or death, and yet here he was now using them just to pull me into his arms. 

The look on his face was also concerning, a look that was extremely unfamiliar to me. Peter and I had been together for almost a year now and I had gotten used to his usual dorky and clumsy persona, traits that shined through even if our most intimate moments. He was always banging his head against mine accidentally or cracking a joke even with his hand between my thighs. But--currently?--there wasn’t even a hint of his awkward mannerisms. 

“Why don’t I show you?” 

With no further warning he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me in a way that he had never kissed me before. There was an urgency behind it, a roughness that was nothing like I had ever experienced before. 

One of his hands rested on my hip, slowly venturing further south while the other found its home on the base of my neck, pulling me closer to him. His teeth found my bottom lip, lightly nibbling and tugging against it before pushing his tongue into my mouth. 

It felt like my heart was beating faster and faster and I swore that if it sped up any more then it would come thumping right out of my chest. Suddenly I realized that I couldn’t breathe, a fact that was only being made worse by Peter’s lips pressed firmly against my own. I quickly found myself with my hands on his chest, pushing him away just long enough to gasp for air. 

“What’s gotten into you?” I breathed, still struggling to catch my breath. 

“I told you.” Peter answered with a smug look. “Gotta show Harry who you belong to.” 

He pulled me back into him, clearly unfazed by my interruption. The hand that had moved to my ass was now pushing my hips into his, allowing him to press himself into me. His lips ventured down to my jaw, leaving light kisses along it until he finally made it to the side of my neck. 

The warm sensation of his breath near my ear sent shivers down my spine, my knees feeling weaker by the minute, and if it weren’t for his grip on my body I was sure I would have crumbled straight to the floor at the feeling. 

Peter began to lightly trace his tongue along my neck and I let out a soft moan at the feeling, quickly covering my own mouth with my hand to avoid anyone hearing us, knowing the amount of trouble I could get in if someone walked in but not at all wanting him to stop yet. 

“You’re so beautiful-” he mumbled against my skin, pressing his lips to my neck once more, his fingers getting tangled in my hair “and all mine, yeah?” 

I nodded feverishly, another muffled moan escaping my lips as he suddenly sunk his teeth into my neck. 

My fingers were now gripping at his hair, pulling at the messy dark locks as he continued to nip at my neck, and even though I knew that I would be covered in marks after this I still couldn’t bring myself to push him away. Being with Peter was always an amazing experience but this was unlike anything else, and I fully intended on soaking up every second of this new side of him. 

He pulled himself from my neck, grinning at the sight of all the marks he had created, clearly proud of his work. He returned his attention to my lips, kissing me once again, even harder, deeper, and more passionate than before if that were at all possible. Bringing me further into his body again, desperate for even the tiniest bit of friction and doing anything to get it, eliciting yet another unholy noise to escape my mouth. 

“Bet Harry couldn’t make you feel this good, yeah?” Peter hummed as he pulled his lips from mine, chuckling as I groaned at the loss of contact. 

“You’re insufferable, Parker.” I pouted, earning yet another adorable laugh in response. 

Peter planted one last kiss on my forehead before scooping his backpack up from beside my desk. “As much as I’d love to continue this I should probably let you get back to work since you’re already gonna have a late night.” 

“Don’t remind me.” 

“I don’t know. I’m kind of happy you get to stay late.” Peter replied as I shot him a puzzled look. “Just gives Harry more time to remember who you actually belong to.” 

I couldn’t even be mad at the comment, despite thinking the rivalry between the two of them was beyond stupid. Because honestly? If this is what I had to gain from Peter getting jealous? 

Then everything else was worth it. 

[spideymarvelws]

It’s The Law (1/2)

Prince!Alpha!Peter Parker x Fem!Omega!Reader

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A/n at the end!

Summary : Being an omega was hard enough in the kingdom but being an omega maid was even worse. You were constantly told that you were nothing by everyone around you, constantly put down because of your status and class. But you never let them deter you, working even harder at your job despite every jab and sly comment thrown your way. Days became harder with time, the slander against your name growing harsher by age. Your dream of finding love in such a harsh environment becoming dust swept under the rug.

That was until the prince took interest in your scent.

Warnings : Smut? (nothing graphic just some background cockwarming and a few suggestive themes), unplanned pregnancy, violence, some fluff but we go angsty real quick, choking, mention of death, threats, Tony is lowkey as asshole (pls message me if i missed anything)

Word Count : 4.4k

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It was a warm night in the castle. You and Peter didn't care for the sheets that had been discarded to the side of the bed hours ago, opting to lay on the mattress with your bodies exposed to the heat. The fire probably didn't help either, he could remember the small whines you let out when he snuck you into his room, complaining about the flames that erupted from the fireplace. But as you moved to put out the fire, he pulled you into his body, kissing you senseless until you forgot all about it, falling into bed with him.

He didn't want you to take out the light, he didn't want to lose sight of you. Sure he could have used the small candles his mother kept by his bedside at night, but that would only keep parts of your body visible to him when he wanted to experience the whole thing. 

Sure it was selfish, but in the end it didn't matter. He was going to have you sweating by the end of the night either way, so what was the harm in a little heat to add on to that.

You both haven't had a night together, alone, in so long. He missed his omega, like any alpha would but more importantly, he missed his mate. He would go through any amount of heat to make sure the night stayed engraved in his head like every moment he ever had with you.

Especially tonight, where you laid naked spread out on top of him, making sure every part of your skin touched his. You were much more cuddly tonight, needier for his touch. You always had to be looking at him, keeping eye contact when he had his way with you. Even when you presented to him, ass high in the air, he had to pull your back against his chest, calming the loud whines escaping your throat.

But he wasn't complaining, in fact it only went to his alpha brain causing him to increase his past, to keep you close as he showed you how much he missed you. How much he loved. Now you were both spent, your body draped on him like his own personal blanket, clinging to him like a koala.

He didn't know when the next time might be where he could be with you like this after recent events he refused to tell you about, but he tried his best not to think about it. Even if it was taking up his mind when he should be focusing on you.

“What’s wrong, alpha,” You whispered into Peter’s ear, placing a lazy kiss to the side of his neck.

Peter looked down at you, raising his hand to rest in on your cheek, swiping a strand of hair that stuck to the side of your face. He smiled softly as you snuggled your face into his palm. Despite the layer of sweat covering your skin you still craved his warmth.

“Nothing is wrong omega,” he whispered, kissing your nose lightly, “I have everything i need right here,”

You giggled at his words, shaking your head, “Never knew the prince would be such a softy,”

Peter chuckled along with you, bringing you closer with his arms, “Only for you,” he sighed, “Only for my mate,”

“See, there’s the tone again,” you pouted, nuzzling your nose with his shoulder in an attempt to get him to speak up. You huffed when he stayed silent, rolling your eyes as you took things into your own hands, moving your legs to straddle his waist.

You pressed your hands against his chest to lean over him, his fingers moving to your waist, keeping you locked in your position. You began littering kisses on his face, starting with his forehead, then his pink cheeks and nose finally stopping at his chin.

“What. Is. Wrong. Peter.” you said in between kisses, pulling away when you felt the creases in the corner of his mouth deepen, “I’m going to get it out of you,”

“Sure you are omega,” he said, sliding his hands down your waist to the top of your thighs. You purred at his touch, nudging your nose against his as he continued, “So persistent,”

“And your so stubborn,” you sat back, crossing your arms over your chest when a idea popped in your head, “Come on Alpha,” you bit your lip, slowly grinding on his crotch, “Talk to me,”

Peter let out a warning growl, sitting up and pulling your chest against his, “You,” he grabbed your jaw, directing your gaze on to his, “Are on thin ice,” he paused, leaning up with his mouth by your ear, “Omega,”

You shivered, a small whimper escaping your mouth when he used his alpha voice. It was instinct for an omega to submit when an alpha used a specific tone. While Peter promised to never use it on you, it didn't mean he never did it playfully knowing how much it annoyed you.Your head fell on his shoulder, groaning into his skin as his laughs filled the room at your reaction.

“You’re mean, you know that?” you took a deep breath of his calming scent, “But you do know that changing the subject won’t work on me,”

“Yeah I figured,” he sighed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, “I just-,” he moved his hand back to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, “I’m just really happy, that’s all,”

“That’s all?”, you said, tilting your head to the side, “Peter, come on, somethings wrong,” you brought your hand to his cheek, “Tell me Alpha,”

Peter sighed into your hand, awkwardly moving up against the headboard to his back could have some support with you on top of him. You readjusting yourself in his lap, his hand tightening on your skin when your thigh brushed his bare cock.

“Y/n...”

“Okay, that wasn't on purpose!” 

“You know what?” he groaned, pulling you up slightly and lining up his member with your pussy, rubbing the tip along your lips. You bit your lip as he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lower yourself down, “There,” he bottomed out, “Now we may continue,”

You whined but stayed still placing your hands on his shoulders speaking out of your mind without thinking, “So the thing keeping you from talking in not having your dick in me,”

His mouth flew open, taken back by your words, “You, are, lucky you’re mine,” he grunted, the small smile on his face showed that he was far from annoyed.

You giggled, trying your best to focus back on the reason you were interrogating him, “Now, Peter,” you grabbed his face once more, “Speak,”

Peter sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, pulling you closer to rest his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You responded by running your hand through his damp hair.

“Sabina is getting suspicious about me, about us,” he kissed the side of your neck, his lips lingering for a few seconds, “I guess i didn’t mask your scent to well after last time,” You could feel his weak smirk against your skin, “I could feel her eyes every time I walk away from her, especially when I refuse to mate with her,”

“Peter,” you pulled back, looking him in the eyes, “You said you father didn’t want you two to mate yet, you said you’d tell her about us before this got to far,”

“I know, I know,” he said desperately, trying his best to keep your mind from wandering too far before he got out the entire story, “But I was planning on telling her tonight, but then the emergency happened and I-,” he pauses, “They left on the carriage earlier than expected,”

“Peter! Tomorrow is inspection, how am I supposed to hide my mark and my-,” you caught yourself, looking down to avoid his curious stare.

“And your?”

You sniffed wrapping your arms around yourself for some form of protection. You took a deep breath before responding, “My stomach Peter,” you hesitantly looked up into his soft brown eyes, “All the symptoms were there, what settled it was the small bump,” you laughed wearily, “And we both know I don't get enough food for that to happen,”

His mouth feel slightly open, his eyes filling with water as he put his hand on your stomach, “So you’re saying-,”

“I won't be able to go to a doctor but from what my mother told me...” you put your hands on his and just nodded, not sure if you could go on without bursting into tears.

“Oh my god,” his breath became heavy, “Oh my god,” he pulled you into a hug, tightening his hold as much as he could. 

Peter didn't know how to feel, how to think. On one hand, his instincts told him to protect, to love, to cherish, to be grateful that out of all the women in the kingdom he met his mate and was lucky enough to have a child with them. It was the dream for all alpha’s, to see their mate, their omega swollen with their child, with their pup.

He’s had dreams of having a family ever since he presented as an alpha. He always watched in envy at his aunt and uncle, the rare case of royals being mates. He knew the chances were slim, but he never lost hope that one day, the intoxicating scent of an omega, of his omega would fill his senses.

Would make his alpha heart complete.

But would also shatter it whole.

He was a prince, set from birth to marry one of his kind. An omega was seen as not fit to rule, when one was born into the family, they were always seen as a disgrace, most likely to be married off to a knight or one of the royal advisers, disregarded from the blood line.

That’s where his Prince side came in.

Your love was forbidden, therefore your mating was as well. This child would mean hell, not for him but for you if anyone were to find out outside of the people he trusted. And with his future queen already on his tail, he didn't know if a child would be the best option for the both of you.

Even if he wanted it so bad.

“I’m not going to let them take you away from me,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his protective instincts kicking in, “If they ever lay a hand on you i swear I’ll-,”

“Peter,” your broken voice brought him out of his alpha frenzy, “There going to find out tomorrow either way, my scents slowly changing and the guards are going to sense two heartbeats and i-,” you breath hitched, “There’s no way out of this Peter,”

He forgot about the inspection his uncle’s adviser pushed every month. To check up on everyone who worked with the crown, making sure they were suitable and still held the rules set for their line of work. For you, being a maid meant, from what he remembered no mating and no possible mate. 

Well you broke the rules within two weeks of meeting him and it was only three weeks ago he finally decided to claim you as his.

Meaning he was the one who got you into this mess. 

And he was the one who was going to get you out of it

“What if we run away?”

You looked down at him shocked, “Run away, Peter! Are you insane?”

“I’m serious, my aunt, mother and Sabina are away on a trip, my uncle never really asks for my whereabouts, neither does my father,” He could feel the gears turning in his head, pulling at all the details and creating plan, “It’s the perfect opportunity,”

“What happened to just telling them about us?”

“Y/n, you and I both know they won’t allow it, even if I ask politely,” 

You sat speechless, your mouth opening and closing, words failing to escape your mouth. He looked between your eyes, hoping to find something that would calm his racing heart. You gulped, finally processing his words as you said slowly, “But Peter, you’re the prince,’

He sighed, “That doesn’t matter,”

“Yes it does,” you shook your head, “Peter, if we leave, there is no way your uncle wouldn't send a search party out for you!”

“Not if we leave the land, set up somewhere else,” he reasoned, “Once we cross the seas, they wouldn't be able to find us,”

“That would mean we have to prepare in advance,”

“I’m the prince, I’m sure i could get a boat out of here at any convenience,”

“Then they’ll know where we’re going, track your recent purchases”

“I’ll just pass it through Harley, he knows about you-,”

“Harley knows about me!”

“He helped me hide us don't worry,” he moved on quickly, cursing at what he let slip, “Look the point is, we need to get you out of here,” he pulled you impossibly closer, “And you’re not leaving without me okay?” He let his forehead fall against yours, “I’m not leaving my omega,”  his voice cracked, “Or my possible child,”

“Peter-,” you breathed, biting your lip as you felt tears begin to form in your eyes.

“This is our only chance Y/n,” he whispered, “This was long overdue, us finally going off, living life together,” he laughed softly, “Maybe this is just the final push we needed,”

You stayed silent for quite some time, trying to process his words. If you leave tonight, there was a chance that it would reach the king before you and Peter could step out the castle walls. If you both made it out, it would take days for you both to reach the port, during that time there wasn't a chance that nobody would notice his absence and send a group out to look for him. Leaving meant the possibility of getting caught risking both your life and your child for the chance at freedom.

But if you stayed, the inspection would happen, outing you as mated and pregnant with another alpha’s child, punishable by death. You couldn't imagine leaving peter like that, losing a mate was like losing a part of yourself, it completely shatters the person, leaving them a shell of who they once were.

But in Peter’s case, he couldn't show that he was mated, because he was already promised to another, someone that wasn't you. You could already feel your heart plummet at the thought of him without you, of your alpha stuck with another.

You couldn't even think of the possibility. 

But in the end, only one option had the chance of escape, the chance of a life outside the castle.

And that was to run away.

“Okay Parker,” you mumbled, finally looking him in his shiny brown eyes, “Let’s do it,”

“Are- are you serious?” Peter grinned.

You nodded, giggling when he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Your teeth clashed while your lips move out of sync but either of you could have cared less, thoughts of a life together plaguing your minds.

Thoughts of starting a family of your own coming right after.

Peter giggled, pulling away breathless, “I’ll try my best to have the inspection pushed back to the next day so we have time to prepare,” he looked up at you with a sly smirk, “Now that’s out of the way,”

He quickly picked you up slightly to lay you down on the bed, slamming his cock back into you when it slipped out. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, your arms thrown around his shoulder as he slowly grinded into you.

“I believe we have some unfinished business,”

…

Peter waited by the stables the next night, leaning against the wall of the enclosure of the horse he planned for the both of you to ride. The plan was simple, Harley would fake an emergency distracting most of the guards so the both of you could leave without being detected. His aunt or mother wouldn't be back until the next day which would most likely be the moment they figure out about his absence.

But by then you would be halfway across the lands, close to the docs to board a small boat, ready to take you wherever you wanted. To finally start a new life together.

Of course, he would have to make a few stops along the way to buy materials and food which might slow you both down a bit, but the initial head start would give you enough time. Well, he hoped would give you enough time.

All he needed now was for you to come and as time passed by, he grew more worried when you never cdid. It wasn't hard to sneak out of the maids quarters, especially with the majority of the guards on the other side of the castle, he expected you to hear your small footsteps running down the creaky wood stairs, your scent invading his senses.

But it never happened, he waited until dawn and nothing.

That was until a stinging scent filled his nostrils.

“Didn’t expect you to stay for so long Peter,” she sounded from behind him, making him whip his head around. He didn't care to hide his distaste at her presence, his nostrils flaring as a low growl escaped his mouth.

“What did you do,” he said, clenching his fists by his side. Peter wasn't dumb, he knew that with her sudden presence she had to do something with your absence, “Aren’t you suppose to be on a trip,”

“Got cut short, much to your dismay,” the beta began walking closer to the alpha, sizing him up with her steady strides, “Word of a mated Omega,” she tilted her head to the side, “I’m sure you’ve heard of her,”

“What the fuck did you do Sabina,” he spat, matching her steps as he backed her up against the wall right at the bottom of the stairway.

“Oh I didn’t do anything,” usually the slight waver in her voice would give Peter a burst of pride, but now it just made him feel shameful, “I’m sure she was aware of the rules,”

“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” he shouted, slamming his hands on the walls, “What. The fuck. Did you do?”

“The right thing for this kingdom Peter,” she sneered, “Doing something that you are to stupid to do,”

“And what’s that?”

“Getting rid of your mate,” she grinned sickly, “You didn’t actually think we left for so long did you? A week before our wedding?” she chuckled, “Well your a lot more dumb that I thought,”

In a fit of rage Peter found himself wrapping his hand around her neck, slamming her further against the wall. The small whimpers failed to register in his mind as his grip became tighter and tighter, his anger increased with every passing moment.

“Ah, ah, ah, Peter,” he tisked, barely able to speak, “I’m not the one you should be worrying about right now,” she giggled frailly, “Not when your little omega is in trouble,”

He felt his heart drop when Sabina mentioned your title, his hand loosening immediately, dropping her to the floor. He didn't waste anymore time listening to her coughs as he sped up the stairs and into the castle, searching for your scent.

But he couldn't find it, his heart breaking more and more with every room he entered. He could feel his chest begin to tighten, his senses going into overdrive as his mind wandered to the horrible things that might have happened. That he wasn't there to stop.

He should have picked you up from the quarters, he should've made sure you were out there with him or had Harley escort you. To make sure you arrived safely. It was stupid of him to let you leave alone, to trust that no one caught on to his plans.

He couldn't give up now, his feet taking up across the castle once again, growling at anyone who tried to stop him. He was going feral, his palms sweating as his breath became heavy almost growling with every breath.

That was until he caught another scent, one that smelt like burnt wood and dry blood, seeping from the doors of the throne room.

Tony sat on the throne, leg crossed over the other as he sipped on some wine from his favourite gold chalice. He was making casual conversation with his guards as Peter burst into the room rage and guilt radiating off of him as he stomped up to the middle of the room.

He looked awful, his hair ruffled like he had been tugging and pulling at the strands constantly. His shirt was ruffled up, the button up raffled along with his trousers.

“Where is she,” he growled, his voice croaky and low.

Tony only sighed at his son’s exaggerated tone, placing his chalice in the hands of another before standing up, fixing his tunic in the process. He walked down the few steps that lead to his throne, approaching his son with crossed arms.

“I don’t know who you’re-,”

“Don’t try that shit with me, alright,” Peter said, exasperated as he threw his arms in the air, “Where the fuck did you put her,”

Tony lost all playfulness in his voice, rolling his eyes at the boy's words, “I thought you were her mate? Why are you asking me,”

“How did you figure it out,”

Tony only laughed, “A little birdie told me, but even then it was quite obvious. I just thought I raised you well enough to resist,”

“Resist my mate?” It was Peter’s turn to laugh, “You’re growing more and more into a salty old man everyone pins you to be,”

“Everyone pins me to be?” Tony walked around Peter, pointing his finger in the air, “I’m a man of law Peter, that’s what makes me king,” 

“Ever think that the law is fucking stupid?” Peter scoffed.

“Do not talk to your father like that,”

“Or what?” Peter sized him up, despite him being slightly shorter that the king, he still stood tall over him, “Your going to throw me in the-,” his breath hitched, “Dungeons...you put her in the dungeons,”

Tony laughed once more, “You’re not as dumb as I thought,”

“If you hurt her-”

“Oh calm your little alpha brain,” tony snickered, “I won’t hurt her yet, she’s holding my grandchild! I’m not that much of a monster,”

“So you admit that you are one,”

“Of sorts yes,” tony looked at him expectantly, “Well you put two and two together, why aren't you going after her,”

Peter scoffed, “As you said before, I’m not dumb,”

Tony only smiled, turning to sit back on his throne. He knew he already won when he watched his guards take you down to your cell, he always does. Sure, it was sick how much joy it brought him to see his own son in distress, but it wasn't his fault. His job was to see that the laws of the crown were always followed. He was only doing his job.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Regardless, it was over. In the next two days we would discuss an execution for the poor omega (he didn't take the time to learn your name) with his council for such crimes and everything would be back to normal, back to the way it’s supposed to be.

“What ever happened to your mate, Tony,” Peter suddenly said from behind him, making him stop in his tracks, “I’m sure you’ve had one in the past,”

“I don’t know what your talking about,”

Peter looked at him in disbelief, turning the tables as he found a way to get under his father’s skin, “So the scar on your neck is just a fashion statement?”

“If you know what’s good for you then you’d shut the hell up,” Tony turned around, pointing a finger in the boy's direction.

But Peter stayed persistent, knowing that the only way to get to his father was threw words, “You know the pain of losing a mate Tony, don’t make me go threw the same thing because of fucking laws,”

“I’m the not the one who put you in that position Peter,” Tony said, walking back up to the boy, “I wasn't the one who broke the law for fucking love,” he laughed, his eyes blowed as he shook his head, “What’s happening to her is your fault-,”

“Just like what happened to Pepper, it happened because of you,”

“Keep her name out of your mouth!” Tony snapped, striding up to Peter and grabbing him by the collar as he shouted in his face, “Don’t you ever mention her again,”

“Then let Y/n go,” Peter whispered, carefully choosing his next few words, “Let my omega go,”

“You know I can’t do that,”

“Yes you can,”

“But I won’t, and you know god damn well why,”

Peter didn’t push further, with the close proximity of his father, he could see the corners of his eyes start to shine, his lip trembling slightly. It was a low blow to bring up a past mate, one he only learned about while eavesdropping a conversation with him and his grandfather. But he knew it was the only way to get to him, and in his defence it seemed to be working.

“I’m going to get her out of here,” Peter calmly, “I’m going to get her and my child out of here, away from you and I don't care if the kingdom burns when I leave,”

“Over my. Dead. Body,” Tony sneered, finally letting go of his shirt, watching as his nephew stumbled a little to regain his balance.

“Then so be it,” Peter said lowly as he walked out of the room, the guards immediately following his fast stride.

He didn't know where he was going, what he was going to do. He couldn't trust anyone, not when your life and child was on the line. The conversation he just had seemed all over the place as he tried to process every words spoken. But as he entered his chambers, slamming the door almost off its hinges one thing became clear to him.

That he needed to get you out of here, he needed to get you both out of this kingdom.

With or without his father on his side.

...

A/n : I’ve been wanted to do alpha!peter for so long and finally got the inspo to do one. I have an idea for part two, so stay tune for that!

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TMA Child Avatars AU

Alright, so ever since I listened to the episode about Agnes’s origins, I keep thinking about an AU where a bunch of the other Entities, after realizing that it’s at least possible to create an avatar from birth, perform their own rituals and make a bunch of the future Archives gang. This AU has a lot of potential for angst, but since TMA is sad enough, I’ll probably mostly focus on the world building and fluffy/funny stuff (‘cus god knows I’m a slut for that shit).

To all my followers, I’m sorry I keep making kid AUs; I got told in like 2015 or so that I sucked at writing kids and it’s Never Left My Mind, so now I always wanna make stupid AUs in order to practice writing kids better (I also have an original story I wanna write soon with a ten year old as the main character, so yeah, I need all the practice I can get).

Anyways, here’s all I’ve got on the AU this far (explanation under the cut; a very long post is up ahead):

Character Backstories

Jonathan “Jon” Sims - Apprentice Archivist of the Eye

Jon is a very complicated story, at least from everyone outside of the Eye’s gaze. It was Elias’s idea to create him, and were it not for Gertrude getting lucky, no one but Elias, Peter Lukas, and Simon Fairchild would have ever known that Jon existed until he was ready to become the next archivist. Gertrude found out by pure chance when she accepted a live statement from one very frightened Delores Sims, who told the archivist about how a strange man had been stalking her ever since she found out she was pregnant. Out of completely nowhere, her husband died a month after she conceived, and even though it looked like an accident, Delores swore that she saw an arm surrounded by fog push him down the stairs. Things only grew worse for her over the next few weeks, as in the midst of her grieving her dead husband, Delores began seeing green, glowing irises out of the corners of her eyes, watching her every move as she lived her life, which was followed by the stalker in question appearing constantly in her dreams, always watching her from afar, an unpleasant and frankly unnerving grin on his face the entire time.

Suspicious, and finding the description of the stalker all too familiar by the end of the statement, Gertrude investigated Delores’s claims on her own time, going so far as to break into Elias’s office in order to dig up more information on whatever he was up to. No matter what her theories may have been, none of them were anything like what she found in his letters to his associates. Somehow, Elias had conspired alongside the Lukas and Fairchild families to find their heirs/avatars together, and Elias was the last person to acquire one of his own. Gertrude was unsure of the details at the time (and she still unfortunately is), but from what she could gather, the child growing in Delores Sims’ body was somehow touched by the Eye because of something Elias had done, and they would be born with the perfect framework to have the powers that an archivist learns over several years of training at birth! With no time to lose, Gertrude got back into contact with Delores, and after much discussion between the two women, she convinced Delores to come to her apartment when she eventually went into labor, and to give Gertrude the baby after they were born so that she could keep them safe from Elias.

The birth was meant to be done in secret, but the second the first contraction occurred, there was a knock on Gertrude’s door, Elias waiting for her on the other side with an unhappy grimace on his face. He came armed with a gun, and threatened to murder Gertrude if she didn’t allow him to claim the child as his own. Aware she still had many rituals to stop in the near future, and that none of her assistants were experienced enough to stop them by themselves, Gertrude reluctantly agreed to let him inside, but on one condition; the child had to be shared between them. Elias was abrasive to the idea of course, but he eventually complied with his archivist’s demands, not wanting to replace her so early on in her career. The sight of her stalker coming into the bedroom to watch her give birth unfortunately sent Delores into a panic attack while she was still very much in labor, making the rest of the birth a rather dangerous thing, but the child survived, leaving his mother terrified and shaking. Gertrude had planned on letting her go on her merry way after the baby was born, but Elias wasn’t taking any chances, and he shot her as soon as he deemed it safe to.

Since then, Gertrude and Elias have had dual custody of Jonathan- the name was Gertrude’s idea, on the grounds that it was a nice, proper name for a young man- trading him back and forth every other week. It’s been hard, especially with the adults he calls his parents wanting to kill each other, but Jon’s oblivious to most of the fighting right now, assuming his folks are just going through a messy divorce.

Martin Blackwood-Lukas - Adoptive Son of Peter Lukas

Peter ended up running very behind in the whole child avatar thing (a first for his family, something Simon reminds him of on a daily basis), and he really struggled with creating a baby avatar that would actually be able to “keep up” with the other young messiahs that were coming to be. Eventually he realized that his family’s usual method would take too long, so out of desperation he went to Elias and Simon for help. It was Simon’s idea that worked; he suggested that since the normal methods weren’t working, and kids usually don’t become lonely until they’re older, that Peter should try his own summoning ritual like the Lightless Flame did with Agnes. Peter was hesitant at first, but he gave in quickly, sacrificing a number of lonely souls to his entity in a well-timed manner, until finally, he found a small, swaddled baby in the midst of the fog; a supposed gift from the Lonely for his loyalty.

Peter was delighted by this discovery, and so were his colleagues, the men relieved that their hard work had actually paid off for once. After naming the little boy Martin- it was Elias’s idea, though he didn’t have much of an exact reason for the name, simply claiming that it “suited” the child- and before long, Peter began raising his newfound son much the same as he was; in almost total isolation, save for a variety of rotating nannies and caregivers. Unfortunately for Peter, this went horribly wrong almost as soon as he got started, as by the time that Martin was six months old he had accidentally forced five different nannies into the fog out of fear of them leaving like the ones before them had. With no other options available, and being able to actually leave the fog if Martin threw anymore fits, Peter was forced to raise his son by hand, which again went wrong, but for very different reasons, as to his shock, he became quite attached to his adopted child.

This evolved into Peter having doubt of the Lonely for the first time in his life, but he refused to acknowledge it for as long as he could. But he was finally forced to when, after Martin turned five years old, the rest of the Lukas family insisted on performing a test on the child to see how well Martin could handle the fog without any guidance. He had been inside the fog before of course, with Peter holding his hand or carrying him through the dense chill, but the family wanted to isolate Martin inside for a full month. This secretly scared Peter like nothing else ever had, but out of fear of what his family might think, he didn’t say anything at the time, simply watching from afar as his son was dragged into the fog and left to fend for himself. The ritual went wrong within the first week, Martin having a full-scale breakdown and nearly hyperventilating to death, and yet the family kept him in there for another week before the intervention.

The results of the test of course disappointed the other members of the Lukas family, who suggested that they simply leave Martin to disappear into the fog and look for a new, more sufficient messiah to serve their god. The news hit Peter incredibly hard, and despite his previous inhibitions and fear, he knew he couldn’t let the Lonely consume his one and only son. So, without telling anyone of what he was up to, he ventured into the fog, rescued Martin, and fled to live with his estranged ex-husband the Magnus Institute. Since then he’s been living with Elias at his house and avoiding his family at all costs, all while young Martin has grown up alongside the other entity kids and has struggled to figure out his role in everything, but at least he has his dad on his side through all of this.

Sasha James - Chosen Daughter of the Mother of Puppets

(Note: I headcanon the Mother of Puppets as a giant spider, so that’s how I’m writing her… sorry if this is inaccurate, but I’m only on MAG 152, y’all. Besides, I think this is cool af.)

Sasha was very much planned, even more so than Agnes was so many years beforehand. The Mother of Puppets had her minions gather hundreds upon hundreds of orphaned infants and bring them to her nest. She swaddled each every one in her webbing and kept them like this for several weeks, allowing them time to adjust to the webbing and adapt. Unfortunately, most of these children weren’t cut out for the Web’s influence, and while a few indeed held their adoptive mother’s mark, almost none of them were marked deep enough to become a fully realized avatar. The unsuccessful batches were subsequently sent off to orphanages across the world and replaced with new babies, this process repeating for years and years, until finally, Sasha was born. There was nothing special about her parents, yet she not only bore The Web’s mark, she seemed to have it embedded into her very soul. This, of course, was met with celebration from the Web, and plans were quickly made as to how to raise her moving forward, as no one wanted Sasha to end up like Agnes did.

Annabelle Cane ended up being the one chosen to home Sasha for the first few years of her childhood, and she was dutiful in her new, rather honorable role, as she not only cared for the child well, but she treated Sasha as her own, though she was careful to be seen more as an older sister than a mother to the girl; that role was, of course, reserved for Sasha’s real mother. When Sasha finally turned five, the Mother of Puppets announced further plans for the young avatar, calling on Annabelle to take Sasha to the Magnus Institute and give her to one of their hidden agents there so that she could learn more about how the Web uses it’s influence over other entities. This worried Annabelle, who wanted to keep the child near her and prove that she was the most loyal of the mother’s children, but she would never disobey a direct order from the being that had given her life such meaning. So, rather reluctantly, Annabelle gave Sasha to another member of the Web, watching from the shadows as this unworthy follower took the blessed daughter into the institute for further training.

This went wrong within only a few months. Gertrude ended up finding out who the Web’s spy in the institute was, as she had suspected that another entity was trying to control her from the shadows, and after disposing of the threat and searching their home for anything useful that she could use against the Web, she found Sasha. The archivist was tempted to kill the supernatural child on sight, but while she can murder her assistants and enemies without much remorse, on the grounds that it’s always for the greater good, killing a child is a very different story. So she took Sasha in, raising the Web’s child as her own alongside the Eye’s own prodigy Jon, all while trying to help Sasha control her slowly budding powers. The Mother of Puppets has been trying to get Sasha back ever since, enraged that the child is so close to her yet just out of reach, but with no luck, though there’s no telling how long that will last.

Timothy & Daniel Stoker - Dancer and Future Ringmaster of the Stranger

Both Tim and Danny are chosen ones of the Stranger, created as soon as their god had gained enough spare power to create them. Tim was born first, being the Stranger’s first attempt at birthing an avatar that might be powerful enough to help lead the Unknowing, but Gertrude interrupted midway through the ritual. By some miracle, Tim survived the ordeal, but he was left “incomplete” to some degree, leaving him simply marked and not fully connected to the Stranger. The entity’s followers ended up keeping him around though, both because Nikola Orsinov was too fascinated by the newborn baby to give him up, and because his parents wanted him to survive, but it was agreed that another attempt would be made, this time with more planning involved. Four years later, Danny was born, and with Gertrude too preoccupied to intervene this time around (and because she didn’t realize they’d try again so soon), the ritual went much better and created a far more suitable vessel for the Stranger’s powers.

After that, Tim and Danny’s parents died, fully succumbing to the Stranger’s transformation and leaving them orphaned. Not that their presence was strictly necessary after the kids were born, as Nikola Orsinov was more than happy to take over in most of the child rearing, genuinely growing quite fond of the two boys, particularly Tim, as despite his lack of supernatural abilities, she found him to be rather endearing, which is probably the closest she can get to genuinely caring about someone. Both brothers were raised more or less the same way, save for Danny being showered with more praise and being trained as a future ringmaster while Tim was mostly ignored and trained to be a dancer. Some followers of the Stranger feared that Tim might harbor resentment towards his little brother and try to kill him someday, but to their surprise, Tim only grew more protective of him over the years, swearing to keep Danny safe as he grew up to fulfill his destiny and help their family mold the world in their image.

Eventually though, when Tim was eleven and Danny was seven, Tim realized what was actually happening behind the scenes, and not wanting his brother to risk being sacrificed for the world’s destruction, he told Danny everything, leading to the young messiah to run away with him to London (they were raised primarily in Russia, but moved with the circus a lot, and were in France at the time that they finally ran away). There, Tim found the infamous Gertrude Robinson, who he knew had the power to stop the Unknowing, as she had once saved him from becoming the Stranger’s avatar, and inadvertently led him to having a little brother. Tim and Danny have since moved in with Michael, and they visit the Magnus Institute whenever they get the chance, as both boys have grown to become friends with the other avatar kids. You’d think that the Stranger’s followers would be furious about all of this- don’t worry, many of their acolytes are- but Nikola has laughed it off entirely and keeps insisting that the boys are just having a “sleepover” or are away at “summer camp” (in fucking January, apparently).

Melanie King - Cadet of the Slaughter

Honestly, the Slaughter wasn’t as into the whole “let’s make an avatar from scratch!” thing that the other entities’ followers were doing, but hey, sometimes child avatars just kinda wind up on your doorstep, ya know? Melanie ended up being found at about four years old, sobbing on her hands and knees outside of a burning hospital and calling for her mommy and daddy to come back to her, but no one answered her cries, and she was left to weep for quite some time before someone found her. The hospital, you see, had been overrun by the Corruption and promptly burned to the ground by the Desolation, neither of which bothered to stick around for some worthless child. Melanie’s parents were both inside when the entities clashed, leaving her orphaned and scared, and while Alfred Grifter, who had been on his way to a show with his bandmates at the time that he found her, had intended on just leaving her be, he saw the overwhelming rage and blood-lust in her crying eyes, and realized in that moment that she was touched by the urge to kill, just like he was.

Melanie was promptly taken in by Alfred Grifter and the band, who honestly had no idea what the hell they were doing. On one hand, Alfred knew that keeping a kid around was unbelievably dangerous for all parties involved, but on the other, he really didn’t want to leave Melanie all by herself, for fear of what she might do if left without any guidance from “people” who knew what she was going through, at least to some degree. That isn’t to say Alfred and his bandmates were all that great at raising her- they mostly just brought her to gigs and let her play on her Gameboy backstage while they started massacres- but they did at least try to give her somewhat of a home. It wasn’t until five years into this that some other Slaughter followers found out about Melanie’s existence, to which they told Alfred to give her to them for proper training. Knowing her life would be horrible with them, Alfred gave his ward a backpack full of everything she ever owned, a kid sized guitar, her Gameboy, and sent her on the run.

Melanie was scared out of her mind at first, having grown to see Alfred and his bandmates as her new family; she had already lost her parents, so why did she have to lose the band, too!? But there were no other options, she had to run, so she did just that, attacking any adult who tried to stop her along the way. She didn’t actually know about the Magnus Institute when she made her way to London, and Alfred didn’t tell her to go there or anything, but she ended up being spotted by Adelard Dekker while she was looking for a place to stay in the area. Seeing that Melanie was an avatar of some kind, Adelard managed to convince her that he was safe, and to let him take her to someone that could help her. He brought Melanie straight to Gertrude Robinson, who agreed to house the child since Adelard couldn’t, though she ended up letting one of her unofficial assistants (*cough* Gerry *cough*) take her to live in his flat so she wouldn’t be as easy for Elias to monitor/get ahold of.

Julia Montauk & Alice “Daisy” Tonner - Children of the Hunt

(Watch as I fuck with timelines so badly that the people who keep track of this shit will order a hit on me) The Hunt found both of their avatars in strikingly similar yet different ways; Julia was first, born from the womb of another entity’s follower, but bound for so much more than anything the Dark could give her. Years after her destined birth, Julia’s mother was viciously murdered by the People’s Church when she was just five years old, her father Robert Montauk going down the path of becoming a fully-fledged Hunter, and in the process he unknowingly marked Julia with his newfound entity, which in turn unlocked an unprecedented potential inside of her, not that it was fully realized until another tragedy struck her. This next tragedy, unfortunately, claimed Julia’s father. Mr. Pitch was mistakenly summoned, and in it’s rage, it destroyed Robert while he was in the midst of a sacrifice. The monster would’ve gotten Julia next, had it not been for the intervention of a nearby Hunter.

Trevor Herbert honestly didn’t mean to get involved, but when he witnessed a little girl screaming as she ran out of a house, a giant mass of darkness chasing after her, and no one willing to so much as call the damn cops, he knew he had to rescue the poor kid. In a flash he ran over, picked Julia up, and ran away with her to safety, managing to get her in his car (which he stole, but that’s not important) and drive as far away from her old home as possible. In the aftermath, Trevor had no idea what to do with Julia, since he had never actually wanted any kids of his own, but… well, he ain’t heartless, and that monster was still out there somewhere, just waiting to sink it’s cursed teeth into this young child’s flesh. Trevor ended up keeping her after that, becoming her adoptive father as he traveled with her around the UK, slowly but surely training her to hunt the same monsters that claimed her beloved parents.

You’d think that would be the end of Trevor Herbert adopting little girls marked by the Hunt, but nope, he just can’t catch a fucking break! He found Daisy about a year later, when Julia was eight and becoming more adjusted to her new lifestyle. Again, Trevor wasn’t really planning on going on any hunts at the time that this happened, he was just traveling through the area, but upon finding a bloodied up, terrified little girl being chased by a boy who looked possessed… well, it wasn’t like Julia wasn’t lonely, and again, Trevor isn’t heartless, and he sure as hell can’t let things go. So yeah, he kidnapped another child touched by the Hunt, even though this one actually had a living parent, and once again he took to traveling the UK with his adoptive daughters, secretly reveling in his new role as a father. Daisy, while scared at first, quickly grew fond of her new family, and even fonder of her new nickname after Trevor patched up her wounds, and noticed a flower-shaped scar on her back, prompting him to start affectionately calling her Daisy.

Yep, things were going pretty good for the family of three, but of course, shit eventually caught up with Trevor, not that he thought he could avoid it forever.

The police eventually caught wind of “Trevor the Tramp” traveling with two little girls who looked an awful lot like the missing thirteen and ten year olds Julia Montauk and Alice Tonner, and in his desperation to keep from getting arrested and having his children taken away, Trevor fled to downtown London in order to lie low for awhile and raise his daughters in relative peace, only ever going out for food runs and the occasional hunt. It was through one of these hunts that he ended up meeting Gerard Keay, the two of them chasing after the same book that had been summoning shadow people to wreck havoc on the city, and after a bit of back and forth banter over the campfire that was once a Leitner, Gerry convinced Trevor to move in with him so that the girls and him would be safer and actually have a home. Although he was hesitant to accept an offer he thought was too good to be true (also, he’s not gonna lie, he thought Gerry was a vampire when they met), Trevor agreed and moved into Gerry’s flat with his daughters, and has since helped Gertrude and her assistants with monster hunts.

Oliver Banks & Georgie Barker - Fetchlings of The End

Georgie and Oliver are an odd story, with the latter of the two having gained his powers as a mere toddler, being plagued with horrible, ghastly dreams that would keep him awake through the night, leaving him absolutely haggard by morning. His father tried everything to help Oliver through this torment- counseling, medication, bedtime rituals- but nothing worked, and before long, Oliver’s beloved father was claimed by his nightmares, dying of a heart attack that he couldn’t stop. Alone and misunderstood by everyone who tried to raise him, Oliver ran away countless times, coming across Georgie during his last attempt. He found the little girl to also be on the run for similar reasons, but unlike him, she wasn’t the least bit afraid. She wasn’t exactly happy, but she wasn’t a bawling mess like he was. Together, the two of them struggled to survive, relying on kindhearted drifters for support while they avoided the police until, at long last, something took pity on them, that something being a large, fat tabby cat.

As it were, the tabby cat- dubbed The Admiral by Georgie- wasn’t a normal cat in the slightest, and although it couldn’t speak, it’s intentions were clear; it was there to help these lost, orphaned children. Oliver was skeptical of course, but Georgie wasn’t about to look a gift cat in the mouth, so Oliver reluctantly followed the cat and his little sister to an apartment building, and from there, into an unoccupied flat. Since then, the two children have been living with Admiral in that very same flat, the cat providing them with a fully stocked fridge, warm beds, and running water. It’s still unclear what the Admiral is, but he seems kind enough, and is obviously quite protective of his newfound children, accompanying them on their outings and occasional visits to the institute.

Michael Crew - Prodigy of The Vast

Out of all avatars to be raising children for their entity, Simon Fairchild absolutely has had the most fun with it all, treating it almost like a fun game or pastime. He was the first (save for the Lightless Flame having Agnes, of course) to “create” an avatar child, and from minute one he was overjoyed with the results. A few years after news broke of Agnes’ origins, and the followers of other entities were all arguing over whether or not to follow suit, Simon didn’t bother waiting for anyone’s input or permission, simply throwing himself into the deep end and praying he could make his plan work. Seemingly overnight, Simon somehow acquired a baby later identified as the missing and presumably dead infant Michael Crew, who he referred to as Mike when he finally introduced him to his friends/associates. He still hasn’t told anyone how he even got the kid- not even Peter or Elias know what he did!- but by some means, he illegally adopted Mike and took to raising the kid like a duck takes to water; a bit unsure at first, but growing to love it fast!

When Mike was introduced to the rest of the entity followers community, many were shocked (excuse the pun) to see that the infant had a long, frightening Lichtenberg scar running down his right arm, his back, and his right leg, the scars glowing a bright blue whenever he took to the sky or, as Elias learned the hard way after accidentally annoying Mike by bouncing him on his knee for too long when he was a toddler, used his powers to electrocute people. Even with his child being such an oddity, even among other avatars, Simon took it all in stride, proudly bragging about Mike to anyone who would listen, most of these people being victims of the Vast, who were hardly able to hear Simon’s excited rambling over their own shrieks of terror. He usually also insisted on bringing Mike with him, even when he was a mere infant, though he at least kept the kid in a tight harness on his chest. In all honesty, Simon being such an excited parent was what kick-started a lot of other avatars to start acquiring their own child avatars, as he made it look so easy!

However, things weren’t always perfect, especially on Mike’s end as he grew older. Being the eldest and more or less “firstborn” of this new generation of entity-made avatars put a lot of pressure on him at a very early age, pressure which Simon tried to help him deal with by not acknowledging it, which unfortunately didn’t help in the slightest. Thankfully Mike started to feel less unsure of his place in the world as he reached his teen years, seeing as the younger kids were now getting all the attention and giving him a chance to breathe. Even now that he’s an angsty teenager, Mike loves Simon like a father, referring to him as such without hesitation. This, of course, delights Simon to no end, and makes all his peers low-key high-key jealous of the awesome relationship he has with his son.

Helen Richardson - Droplet of The Spiral

Not much was known about Helen when Michael first found her. After being sent into The Spiral by Gertrude on what he thought to be a suicide mission for the greater good, Michael was half certain he wouldn’t find anything but his end in that place. Instead he found a small, strange toddler where he was meant to find… well, he didn’t actually know what, but certainly not a baby, that’s for sure! With no one watching baby Helen, and therefore making him believe that she had been abandoned by The Spiral’s other creations, Michael had no reservations against scooping her up and taking her back to the physical world with him, where he was met be a very confused Gertrude Robinson. Michael wasn’t exactly keen on killing/abandoning a baby after he got out, so he and Gertrude brought her back to London with them in hopes of finding out more about the odd child. Along the way, it became clear that the baby was gifted with The Spiral’s powers, the giggly toddler continually screwing with reality, though she wasn’t aware she was doing so.

Back home in London, it took another three weeks of research, but Gerry eventually found out more about the child Michael had more or less adopted. Her name was originally Helen Richardson, and her father, a rookie paranormal investigator who had once been marked by The Spiral, was obsessed with the distortion, and was willing to do anything to become more than simply marked by it. He ended up finding a map similar to Gertrude’s, and a few years before she even knew it was possible, the father went into The Spiral and used his own daughter as a vessel for the entity, hoping she would be a good enough sacrifice to earn it’s favor. This of course ended in disaster, with the father “disappearing” while Helen absorbed The Spiral’s power, but seeing as she was so young, it couldn’t manifest properly, even after two and a half years spent trying to “raise her” within the deepest depths of it’s domain.

With research still being done on what to do about the child, and whether or not the team can remove her powers without killing or permanently injuring her in the process, Michael has agreed to take Helen in, secretly delighted to be raising a baby. With the Stoker Brothers already under his roof, Michael has his hands rather full with them and baby Helen, but the boys take her antics in stride, having learned quickly how to deal with the apartment they live in occasionally “growing” some new doors and changing color at random. Luckily for Michael, he has back-up in the forms of Gerry and Gertrude, who occasionally take Helen and the brothers off his hands for him so he can take a break/fix whatever Helen may’ve accidentally broken with her powers.

Character Roles in this AU

(Feel free to add your own OCs/other characters if you wanna do stuff with this AU, I’m just naming characters I know about/remember!)

Avatar Kids: Jonathan “Jon” Sims, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James, Timothy “Tim” Stoker, Daniel “Danny” Stoker, Melanie King, Julia Montauk, Alice “Daisy” Tonner, Oliver Banks, Georgie Barker, Michael “Mike” Crew, and Helen Richardson.

Avatar Kids Semi-Reluctant PTA Group: Elias Bouchard, Gertrude Robinson, Peter Lukas, Gerard “Gerry” Keay, Trevor Herbert, Michael Shelley, and Simon Fairchild.

PTA Allies: Basira Hussain (Daisy’s best friend and the local Normal Child™), Agnes Montague (Everyone’s emergency number for avatar child advice), Alfred Grifter (Just shows up to hang out with Melanie and cause problems on purpose), The Admiral (Guardian to Georgie and Oliver and occasionally the other kids; best babysitter), Adelard Dekker (Comes around the archives sometimes and always brings presents for the kids + assistants), and Rosie (Elias’s assistant and the only sane and sensible adult in this Chili’s tonight).

PTA Enemies: Nikola Orsinov (Tim and Danny’s “Mom” who keeps kidnapping Jon on accident), Annabelle Cane (Hates the institute and wants Sasha back), Jude Perry (Hates the kids but loves Agnes; worst babysitter),  and Jared Hopworth (Nightmare flesh man that needs to fuck off; mediocre but funny babysitter).

Character Descriptions

(Feel free to tweak the physical designs if you want; I’m just going off my own headcanons, and seeing as my drawing skills are pretty shit, it’s not like I’m gonna be doing much art for this outside of writing. So yeah, go off with your own headcanons if you want to!)

Full Name: Jonathan “Jon” Sims-Bouchard-Robinson Age: 7 Birthday: October 26th (Scorpio) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Eye, Marked by Literally Fucking Everything Guardian(s): Alexander Sims (Biological Father - Deceased), Delores Sims (Biological Mother - Deceased), Gertrude Robinson (Adoptive Mother - Current), Elias Bouchard (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: African heritage with dark brown skin, worryingly short for his age, dark brown eyes that glow bright green when he’s using his powers, long black hair with a few green and grey hairbands tied in, constantly “borrows” Martin’s sweaters to wear, occasionally wears skirts but most of the time he wears slacks, constantly looks sleep deprived, has a very intense stare, and occasionally he can be seen carrying his stuffed moth around. Personality: You’d think he’d be a quiet kid, considering his entity, but no, he has Questions and he wants them Answered, goddammit! He wasn’t raised around many kids his age, being home-schooled by Elias and Gertrude all his life, so he struggles to connect with the other avatar kids. Is only close to the S1 gang at first, but he gets closer to everyone else over time. Idolizes Gerry and thinks he’s the coolest guy ever. Appears rather cowardly at a glance, but he’s braver than most people give him credit for. Would die for his friends/family.

Full Name: Martin Blackwood-Lukas Age: 8 Birthday: February 29th (Pisces) ((This one’s for you, Dane)) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Lonely, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): William Blackwood (Biological Father - Uninvolved), Edna Blackwood (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Peter Lukas (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Polish heritage and pale as a fucking ghost, average height for his age but growing fast, pretty chubby, covered head to toe in little red freckles, short and curly red hair, bright brown eyes, wears big round glasses, wears sweaters and comfy trousers almost 24/7, carries a backpack full of “emergency tools” wherever he goes, usually has a cup of tea in-hand, and sometimes wears a small sailor hat that Peter gave him. Personality: Incredibly reserved, much like Mike, but he’s been trying to come out of his shell more. He’s “Best Friends Forever” with Jon, and gets along well with Tim and Sasha as well. Fears Melanie and Daisy. He likes hanging out with the other kids, but he often gets talked over, leading him to withdraw for awhile if it’s bad enough. Adores his dad, and is so much braver than anyone knows. Incredibly snarky when he feels like it.

Full Name: Sasha James Age: 10 Birthday: November 18th (Scorpio) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Web, Marked by The Eye, Marked by The Stranger Guardian(s): Francis James (Biological Father - Deceased), Patrick James (Biological Father - Deceased), Annabelle Cane (Adoptive Mother - Uninvolved), Gertrude Robinson (Adoptive Mother - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of African and Caucasian with dark brown skin, slightly taller than average for her age, long dark brown hair, wears big round glasses, sometimes wears a little make-up if she can get away with it, wears a lot of turtleneck sweaters and long skirts, always has at least one cobweb on her, carries around a stuffed spider that she brings with her to the archives every day, and she wears a headband most of the time. Personality: Easily the most level-headed of the kids, as she’s been raised around paranormal stuff the longest and is rarely bothered by the stranger things that happen. She hates Artifact Storage with a passion, but other than that, she loves exploring the institute and occasionally stealing Gertrude’s laptop to mess with it. Very tech savvy, and even more curious! Incredibly smart, to the point that she can even outclass Gertrude and Gerry with her quick-wittiness.

Full Name: Timothy “Tim” Stoker Age: 12 Birthday: August 3rd (Leo) Entity/Mark(s): Marked by The Stranger, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Markus Stoker (Biological Father - Deceased), Olivia Stoker (Biological Mother - Deceased), Nikola Orsinov (Adoptive Mother - Uninvolved), Gerard “Gerry” Keay (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of Latino and Korean with dark tanned skin, slightly on the taller side for his age, messy/spiky black hair that looks impossible to comb, dark brown eyes, is described as a “handsome young man” by strangers, has a very charming smile, wears a lot of Hawaiian shirts and shorts (even during the winter), needs to wear glasses but he refuses to wear them in the archives out of self-consciousness. Personality: Probably one of the brightest personalities of the avatar kids, Tim comes off as very cool and funny, but underneath all of that he’s rather paranoid, afraid that the circus will come and force his baby brother into becoming a monster. Protective of his little bro and the archive kids, but he still teases them to no end. Smarter than he looks, and isn’t afraid to break his cool guy persona to tell someone off.

Full Name: Daniel “Danny” Stoker Age: 8 Birthday: August 1st (Leo) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Stranger, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Markus Stoker (Biological Father - Deceased), Olivia Stoker (Biological Mother - Deceased), Nikola Orsinov (Adoptive Guardian - Uninvolved), Gerard “Gerry” Keay (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of Latino and Korean with dark tanned skin, about a head shorter than Tim, somewhat neat black hair that sticks up in odd places, eyes are impressively dark and glassy looking, slight gap between his front teeth, is described as being a “handsome young man” by strangers, wears a lot of tank tops and shorts as well as the occasional hoodie if it’s cold, and loves running around barefoot. Personality: A lot of people describe Danny as being a “smaller and cuter Tim”, but that’s just not true. Danny is a lot like his older brother in many ways, but he has a much more refined taste for adventure, constantly getting himself into trouble with Jon on the grounds of “exploring” or what have you. He idolizes his big bro to the moon and back, and loves hanging out with him alongside the other kids. More of a follower than a leader, but he doesn’t mind. Secretly fears the day that the circus will come back to make him into their future ringmaster.

Full Name: Melanie King Age: 9 Birthday: June 7th (Gemini) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Slaughter, Marked by The Corruption, Marked by The Desolation, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Boris King (Biological Father - Deceased), Carrie King (Biological Mother - Deceased), Alfred Grifter (Guardian - Uninvolved), Gerard Keay (Guardian - Current) Appearance: Irish heritage but not terribly pale, rather short for her age, incredibly thin from malnutrition, short brown hair with the ends dyed bright blue, bright brown eyes, brings her leather jacket and her guitar with her everywhere she goes, wears a lot of pink/blue skirts and band t-shirts, wears black leather boots, has a lot of bandages on her knees and knuckles, and always has a camera ready to record things. Personality: Melanie is probably the most disconnected of the avatar kids (save for Helen), seeing as she only just recently joined the group, but already she’s beginning to befriend Sasha and Basira. She’s very protective of the other girls, and she keeps challenging the boys to fight her (only Danny ever agrees; he always loses). Secretly idolizes Julia and Daisy, but will never admit it. She sees Gerry as her big bro and Alfred Grifter as her adoptive dad; she misses Alfred more than she let’s on. Would stab as a warning.

Full Name: Julia Montauk Age: 13 Birthday: April 19th (Aries) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Hunt, Marked by The Dark, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Robert Montauk (Biological Father - Deceased), Linette Montauk (Biological Mother - Deceased), Trevor Herbert (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Indigenous heritage with dark tan skin, tall for her age, skinny enough to look malnourished, close-cropped red hair that gets her mistaken for a boy a lot, metal grey eyes, a scar runs diagonally across her right eye, often wears medium length skirts and oversized t-shirts, always wears athletic shoes, has a lot of scrapes and bandages on her knees most of the time, and has abnormally sharp canines. Personality: Before the deaths of both of her parents, Julia was considered rather normal for her age, being interested in horses, dolls, and dress-up games. After her mother died, she became more tomboyish, which only became more extreme after her father’s death. Since being taken in by Trevor, Julia’s been trying to act more like an adult in an attempt to seem less vulnerable, to varying degrees of success. She adores Trevor to the moon and back, and sees Daisy as her little sister. A bit standoffish around other children, but she’s got a good heart.

Full Name: Alice “Daisy” Tonner Age: 10 Birthday: March 15th (Pisces) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Hunter, Marked by The Slaughter, Marked by The Eye Guardian(s): Greyson Tonner (Biological Father - Deceased), Antoinette Tonner (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Trevor Herbert (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Welsh heritage with cream colored skin and a light tan, average height for her age, short and shaggy blond hair, has a number of tiny scars all over her face and hands, has a huge scar on her back that Trevor has told her looks like a daisy, striking green eyes, wears a lot of sleeveless shirts and shorts, refuses to wear dresses or skirts, prefers to be barefoot, and has abnormally sharp canines. Personality: Is already rather hot-headed at her age, especially after her encounter with Calvin while he was being possessed by a spirit of the Slaughter. Even so, she’s protective of her newfound family of Trevor and Julia, and while she misses her mother, she believes it’s best if she stays where she is. She loves playing outside whenever she can, and will spend hours chasing after squirrels and rabbits if left alone for too long. A bit argumentative, but she gets along really well with Julia and Basira.

Full Name: Oliver Banks Age: 10 Birthday: June 14th (Gemini) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The End, Marked by The Hunt Guardian(s): June Banks (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Isaac Banks (Biological Father - Deceased), The Admiral (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: African heritage with dark skin, has an array of pitch black freckles on his face, short and neat black hair that reaches just below his ears, ghastly grey eyes that look almost clear and turn black when he’s using his powers; used to be dark brown, worryingly thin from years of malnutrition, wears a lot of baggy and long-sleeved shirts, wears sweatpants, has boots on everywhere he goes, and he’s almost always shivering. Personality: The more distrustful of the “End Siblings”, the only person Oliver even sort of likes is Jon, and even then he’s still scared of him. Constantly fidgeting and yawning from both his paranoia and fatigue. Is protective of Georgie, but more out of obligation than friendship. Prefers to be alone, and rarely visits the archives. He knows something bad is coming, but he’s too scared to do much about it. In the end, he knows he’ll do the right thing, but for now he’s hiding until the bombs finally fall.

Full Name: Georgie Barker Age: 7 Birthday: December 9th (Sagittarius) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The End, Marked by The Hunt Guardian(s): Georgie Grounding Sr. (Biological Mother - Deceased), Sarah Grounding (Biological Mother - Deceased), Jason Barker (Adoptive Father - Deceased), The Admiral (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: Mixed race heritage of African and Indian with dark brown skin, fairly chubby, has an array of light brown freckles all over her arms, back, and face, has long and curly black hair done up in poofy buns using colorful hair bands, paints her nails all the time with different colors every week, cutest little smile you ever did see, wears a lot of ghost-related clothing (mainly t-shirts and jeans), and she brings her ghost backpack with her everywhere she goes (it has her stuffed leopard inside). Personality: Despite being an avatar of the End, Georgie has a very upbeat personality, having no time for her adoptive brother’s endless worrying and fearfulness. In fact, all her fear has been gone since she was little, so she’s never scared to explore something new and parade into danger! She’s very close friends with Jon (even if he’s distant sometimes) and best friends with Melanie, though she gets along with most everyone else as well. She may be a chipper person, but look out, she’s carrying more baggage than she let’s on. Loves The Admiral more than life.

Full Name: Michael “Mike” Crew Age: 14 Birthday: May 13th (Taurus) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Vast Guardian(s): Ramsey Crew (Biological Father - Uninvolved), Whitney Crew (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Simon Fairchild (Adoptive Father - Current) Appearance: Caucasian and pale as a ghost, shaggy white hair that’s almost always wind-swept, strikingly pale blue eyes, smells of ozone and burnt hair, incredibly short for his age, very bony and thin, tends to wear a lot of oversized hoodies on the grounds that they make flying more fun, clothes are almost always pristine and clean, his back, right arm, and right leg are covered in a Lichtenberg scar that glows bright blue when he’s using his powers, permanent bags under his eyes. Personality: A very, very quiet kid, at least around strangers. He’s much bubblier around Simon, but otherwise he’s viewed as an “old soul” by most adults. He does have a sense of humor though, taking a bit too much pleasure out of sending people soaring into the air against their will, especially if they insulted or annoyed him beforehand. Secretly a bit protective of the other avatar kids, and has been known to take them flying if they promise not to let go of him when they do so. Nice kid, but don’t make fun of his height or he might just electrocute you out of spite.

Full Name: Helen Richardson Age: 3 Birthday: February 23rd (Gemini) Entity/Mark(s): Avatar of The Spiral Guardian(s): Tiara Richardson (Biological Mother - Uninvolved), Dexter Richardson (Biological Father - Deceased), Michael Shelley (Adoptive Guardian - Current) Appearance: African heritage with dark brown skin (has the beginning patches of vitiligo on her face and hands), fairly chubby but Michael swears it’s just baby fat, has bright purple eyes with swirling yellow irises, has short but frizzy black hair that cannot be tamed, is often dressed in very colorful onesies and footie pajamas alongside the rare dress, and occasionally she’ll have a child leash vest on (though it often disappears because of The Spiral). Personality: She honestly doesn’t have much of a personality yet, being a toddler and all, but she’s a very giggly child, and loves nothing more than making Michael “be silly” with the use of her powers. Speaking of which, she has very little control of her abilities, and although she’s too young to understand their impact on the world, she still feels bad when she accidentally goes too far and gets Michael hurt. She adores Michael and Jon, and loves it when Michael brings her to the institute with him. Very playful and mischievous.

And that’s all I’ve got for now! I wanna write some fics for this at some point (particularly I wanna write a fic that has all of the kids’ origin stories in better/more detail), but for now anyone is free to fuck around with this AU, so long as you’re not doing too much shipping between the kids (hints at ships are fine, but they’re still kids, y’all) and ESPECIALLY not any shipping of the kids with the adults/guardians. Feel free to PM me or scream about this AU in the notes/tags; I’d love to hear people’s thoughts!

[starkeristheendgame]

If you are okay with it, I was wondering if you could do a body switch soulmate au. When you first make eye contact with your soulmate you switch bodies. You stay in each other's bodies for 24 hours. I feel like this could cause some shenanigans on both sides. Tony hasn't had to be taught anything in awhile and Peter doesn't know how to run a company.

I was a little apprehensive about this idea at first but honestly? I adore it. I am afraid, however, I took this away from the ‘humor’ pathway and plopped it straight down into ‘light angst’. Please accept my apologies for that - And I’d be happy to write something more lighthearted if this doesn’t hit the spot. Keeping your own emotions and mindset out of what you write is hard sometimes. 

Slight AU in that they meet differently to CW. 

TW: Light angst | Slight hurt 

He was going to lose his fucking mind. He could feel each one of his IQ points disintegrating as he stared at the board (an actual digital board, what fucking year were they in? 2015?) and tapped his pen restlessly on the desk. He hadn’t been to school since he was eighteen. The last time he’d been in a classroom was January, giving a motivational speech to Princeton graduates. 

He felt too small and too stifled and if this woman pronounced Epinephrine wrong one more time, he was going to launch his desk at her and snap that stupid board in half. 

Because he could do that, now. Displays of sheer power. Because Peter Parker had been bitten by a genetically modified spider and Tony was currently occupying Peter’s body. 

Soulmates were so, so overrated. 

“Hey, wonder kid. Tap that pen one more time” the girl to his left whispered, and Tony shot her a cool side-eye. MJ quirked a brow at him, equally unimpressed, and nodded to the board. Tony scowled but knew the effect was ruined by the soft, pretty baby-face he currently wore. Curse Peter and his lopsided brows and his huge eyes. Curse soulmates for existing. 

MJ was thus far the only one who’d noticed The Switch. It was only sheer coincidence that Peter and Tony both had brown eyes of a similar enough shade that the telling switch of eye colour between soulmates hadn’t given them away. MJ, however, was astoundingly attuned into her best friend, and it had only taken three minutes in her presence for her scowl at him and ask who the fuck was wearing her friend’s meatsuit. Tony had to begrudgingly admit that he could see why her and Peter were good friends. She’d looked unimpressed at his claim until he’d pulled out his (Peter’s) phone to show the frantic texts from that morning, and then she’d huffed, rolled her eyes, and dragged him to first period. 

He thought lunch would be a reprieve when it came, but instead he found himself staring with growing dismay at a tray of food that he’d refuse even if he was a prisoner, blanching in disgust when a sloppy excuse for a mac’n’cheese was dumped into one of the slots. “I’m going to die” he complained, ushered along by an unsympathetic MJ. “This is cruel. This is inhumane. Dogs don’t even get fed this”. 

“Yeah, well. You’re a billionaire, so. Put up or shut up. I have no sympathy for capitalist elitists”. And, wow, rude. But understandable. He sank down onto one of the bench seats and tried to stop his stomach from rolling at the way the meal wobbled when it was set down. He’d been poking at it for several moments, largely ignored by MJ, when a shadow fell over his table. He looked up and stared with disinterest at the sneering figure above him, before he sighed. 

“Which one are you, then? Neb? Flake?” 

“Flash” the form above him frowned, and Tony waved a dismissive hand. 

“Yeah, whatever. Class killed off half my IQ points and I’m not wasting the rest on you. Off you pop”. He turned back to his pitiful excuse of a meal, prodding the macaroni distrustfully with his fork. The boy besides him gaped, flustered, before turning on his heel and stomping off. When Tony glanced up, the girl was looking appraisingly over her book at him. 

“Maybe you should leave your balls behind. Peter could do with them” she noted, before dropping her gaze again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“How much money does he actually have?” 

“Sir’s total net worth including assets, liabilities and investments are currently estimated at just short of a trillion, Mr. Parker. In terms of ‘real time currently’ Sir has £515,268,385,012 as of the current hour”. 

Peter was gonna pass out. He was wearing the body of a man with five-hundred billion in the bank. He’d known Tony Stark was rich, obscenely and un-necessarily so, but that was a whole other level. Vaguely unsteady, he sank down on the plush couch, feeling a little green. It had already been a few hours since waking, but he had yet to get used to the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, Tony Stark. 

“Does that bother you?” The artificial voice asked after a moment, sounding impossibly curious. Peter hadn’t thought AI of this level possible, but here he was, talking to a voice that was more realistic than some of the living people he knew. 

“Its...A shock, I guess. I mean, it does bother me, I suppose. Nobody needs that much money. That much cold cash alone could eradicate homelessness in America. But...I don’t know. Its his money, he earns it. He saves the world and stuff. I don’t know how you could put a value on some of the things he’s done”. 

The AI was quiet for a moment, pensive. “Sir’s ‘profession’ is high cost also, Mr. Parker. The worth of the Mark IVII alone is £6,000,500,000”. Peter thought about it for a moment, then gave in, humming softly. He supposed in that sense, having that much money kind of didn’t matter, then, when a huge chunk of it was consumed by saving the world. He’d seen how often that suit got dinged up, and had no doubt repairs and replacing parts was costly. 

“Am I allowed to get something to eat?” He asked after a moment, stomach rumbling a little. He’d spent so much time this morning freaking out and being consoled by JARVIS that he’d missed breakfast and lunch had slipped him by. 

“Of course, Mr. Parker. Several components of the kitchen are automated, but I am capable of guiding through any recipes or devices you are unfamiliar with”. 

JARVIS had apparently activated something called ‘Romeo and Juliet Protocol’ when it had been revealed that Tony had been Switched, and a large majority of the Tower was closed off and protected. Peter couldn’t leave the penthouse and JARVIS had strict control of everything, even down to the doors. Peter was happy enough to just sit there and wait it out, though. As amazing as being here was, snooping was rude, especially when what he could find could potentially compromise the entire world. 

He chose to make a simple, small sandwich which involved nothing more than a single knife and plate, marvelling at the giant fridge and the ridiculous amount of food within. Apparently Mr. Stark had a chef that stopped by once every other day with prepared meals, and was on-call for whenever he required a fresh meal without having to cook it. The produce was organic and far different to the sad, wilting lettuce that could be found at the local Cheap Fresh. 

Technically, if it was plausible, when you Switched you were supposed to follow a specific protocol set up by the Government, but Mr. Stark had ultimately lost his entire mind at discovering his soulmate was fourteen and had immediately demanded Peter stay locked up like Rapunzel while he pretended to be him for the day to throw off suspicion. Peter couldn’t deny that had hurt a little, but he understood it. Soulmates or not it would be the scandal of the century - Tony would be called all sorts of things at best and investigated at worst, and the nature of their age difference meant a lifetime of interference and monitoring by the Government and protective services. He knew it was easier to pretend it hadn’t happened, to hide it from the world. Tony had suggested a private agreement, a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for Peter’s silence. 

He realised he’d been staring morosely at his plate when JARVIS prompted him softly, and he sighed, taking a bite. There was no physical remote for the TV but JARVIS helped him to access a cache of movies and he settled on Inception, his weakness for Tom Hardy and Leonardo DiCaprio soothing the ache of his new reality. 

“Am I allowed to ask what running a business is like?” He asked after a while, head balanced on his palm. 

“In what regard, Mr. Parker?” 

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m fifteen. I don’t know how to run a company, let alone run a company and be a superhero. What kinda stuff does he do? Does he attend meetings? Does he fly around the world on company retreats like in the movies?” 

JARVIS sounded lightly amused when he replied. “Sir has delegated much of the daily company operation amongst several trusted employees, but he is still the namesake, owner and CEO of Stark Industries. He does attend frequent meetings, but most of Sir’s ‘flying around the world’ is done for leisure or Iron Man related activity”. 

“Sir spends most of his time in the lab, conducting important work for both his priorities. Sir also does a respectable amount of charity work, investment work and supportive work. I believe his latest venture is funding the entirety of MIT’s PhD graduate projects”. 

Wow. That was...That would be a lot of money. And being supported by someone like Tony Stark was bound to be something to boast about, something that would fluff up your resume a little. 

“Does he enjoy it?” Peter asked after a moment, fingertips raising absently to the arc reactor in his chest. It ached constantly, a low-level background pain that never quite faded out of touch, the odd sensation of a gaping maw in his chest something that had made him heave earlier that morning. Mr. Stark was tired, burnt out, but still going. It made Peter want to spend his twenty-four hours just sleeping, to try and soothe the man’s headache. 

“Sir finds great gratification in his duties” JARVIS replied quietly, though he did not specify which. Peter gave a hum and succumbed to the desire to nap, curled up on the corner of the couch with Inception fading quietly into the background. 

He ate again when he woke up, and blinked when he saw the time. Mr. Stark’s phone had been heavily locked down, but he could still access the message channel between this number and his own. The messages there were disheartening. 

Told your hot Aunt I’m staying at that Nate kids house tonight. I’ll be coming to the Tower, but you won’t see me. I’ll stay on the level below.

Sorry, kid. Seeing someone else wearing me like a Givenchy suit is just too head-spinning. 

JARVIS will keep you safe up there. We switch back at midnight, so try and get some sleep. You’ll wake up as yourself and I’ll get the plan in motion. 

“JARVIS, when was the last time Mr. Stark cried?” He asked timidly, and the AI was silent for a moment. 

“Four years ago, Mr. Parker”. 

“Oh,” he breathed out, vision blurring. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’m about to ruin that” and he let the teardrops fall.

[wherearemyglassesbro]

So uhhhh lawyer au. Who's locked up and why? (like Prussia) Also are there any characters who have side jobs that come into play even if they're not regularly in the office or court? (like how N. Italy(?) was in charge of suits)

Yes....lawyer Au again... :D I’ve missed it

Inmate 44671-E-8: Alastair Kirkland is the eldest of the Kirkland brothers. As they grew up, he set a terrible example for his brothers. He still gets himself in trouble but is slowly trying to better himself. He’s in the middle of a four year sentence for an armed B&E, where he also injured three officers while resisting arrest. Prison isn’t very fun but he’s learning to mellow out and control his inner rage. He tries to keep in contact with Arthur but he usually refuses to see him. Ali also tried to hire Art to defend him in court but he refused then too. Ali was prosecuted by Natalya Braginsky two years ago. Arthur sat in the public viewing area with a coat and hat on so he wouldn’t be recognized. Alastair has a girlfriend who he met through a prisoner dating site but when he gets out, he plans on dumping her and moving far, far away.

Peter Kirkland: Peter’s a freshman in highschool who’s been to juvie twice, both for assault. He thinks Arthur is a kiss-ass and he thinks his delinquent brothers are awesome. He goes and sees Alastair in prison every other week and calls him from home if Ali’s alllwed to have phone time. Arthur rents a car to drive up to his family’s house every month or so just for peter, to check in on him. Peter’s an ass though. Last time Art went to see him, he hotboxed Art’s rental car and left burn marks in the car seats...on purpose. Deep down, Peter is afraid of being sent to prison for real but he craves attention. So he acts out. He’s gonna get a taste of reality soon enough...cause once he turns 16 he can be tried as an adult...Uh oh. Arthur is very worried but he doesn’t show it, instead he just yells at Peter or lectures him endlessly with his lawyer talk. Lammmeeeeee

Łukasiewicz, the magician: Feliks ‘Ken Ka-Dazzle’ Łukasiewicz is a traveling magician who won an American talent television show. He travels around Europe and the Americas to perform his act with various circuses or (occasionally) a cirque show. He had his own show in Las Vegas for a summer and performed in another casino for a few nights in the fall while another act fell ill. Feliks was suspected of robbing and killing another magician! He hired defense attorney Herdarvey(did not spell that right lmaoooo) to defend him!! His case was all over the news and people still believe he committed that murder despite the judge and jury ruling him ‘Not Guilty’ after a gruesome full three day trial. Because Eliza defended him so greatly, Feliks pays the rent for her law firm and the rent for her house! He also sends her flowers and cards often despite her husband hating it.

Firefighter Oxernstina: Tino is a firefighter! I talked about him a bit before! He was a firefighter in Finland before moving to LA with his parents! He went though the fire academy there (again) and was quickly hired by the Los Angeles fire department! He was welcomed in without a hitch!! His coworkers love working with him. Tino loves his job too, he works seven nights a month and gets paid very nicely. He loves saving people, it just!!! Makes him feel so good. He met Berwald at a city worker event and married him about a year and a half later. They’ve been married for a little over six years now and they’ve got an adopted son, Oscar, from Sweden! Tino’s side job is coaching the highschool hockey teams! He loves those kids! Berwald comes to every match he can to be supportive. He also brings Oscar to hopefully spark an interest in hockey for him

Eduardo Sousa-Carriedo: Eduardo is Antonio’s step brother. The two do NOT get along but when they’re forced to go to a family gathering, they act very friendly. Eduardo is a private investigator who works out of San Francisco. He lives there but he isn’t around much, he spends a lot of time in Brazil working for big businessmen there. It’s all under the table of course! He makes a pretty penny doing that but he doesn’t live like a rich guy. He has an average house, a nice car...he flaunts his wealth subtly. Diamond earrings, expensive watches, custom briefcases, sleeve tattoos, designer sunglasses. That kind of stuff. He has a handful of clients in Los Angeles so he’s forced to go sometimes and avoids his brother like the plague. And speaking of avoiding, he also has his ex-wife to worry about. She isn’t really tbag important though. After their bitter divorce, she’s been after him trying to get more and more money. Ugh. What a pest. Eduardo plans on moving to Brazil eventually, disappearing without a trace so she can’t find him. That’s how badly he wants her out of his life.

Angelique Dieudonne: Angelique is a casino chain owner! She has multiple locations, the biggest being in Monaco, Vegas, LA, Madrid and NYC. She’s never in one place for too long, she hops locations constantly. Many believe that she’s hosting a huge money laundering scheme but no one talks. She’s practically untouchable. She’s got a team of lawyers, social media managers and advisors on her side. She strikes down videos about her, she refuses on-the-spot interviews, makes employees sign contracts to keep them quiet. All kinds of stuff!!! She’s very powerful. She buys out casinos in popular areas and makes them her own. Her casinos are large and glamorous! Casino goers are usually too busy being drunk and feeling like royalty to realize how much money they’re REALLY spending on games. But that’s all a part of her plan. The prosecutors have a blast talking conspiracy, Ivan gets especially heated about it. He can’t wait for her downfall and claims that he’ll throw a party when she goes to prison

Gianni Vargas: Feli and Lovi’s younger brother. He’s a highschool student who works at the shop with Feli on weekends! He is not allowed to go to work with Lovi because he’s ‘hazardous’ and ‘inattentive’...which may be true. He has little interest in Lovino’s job cause he thinks working with dead people is gross. He looks up to Feliciano though! He wants to be stylish and suave like him! He plans on going into art school after he graduates. He wishes he could drop out of highschool to work in the clothing store with Feliciano but that would never be allowed!!! He goes with Feli to deliver suits so he’s a familiar face at the prosecutors office!! Francis is especially kind to him when he comes around “Awww! There’s my favorite style icon!!” It’s embarrassing but he thinks that Francis dresses cool so he puts up with it. When he turns 18, Gianni’s gonna get his own custom suit from Feli and their grandpa!! Only four more months!! He dreams of his soon to be suit every night!! The fitted pants...the padded shoulders....the fancy buttons...oh boy!!

((There are spelling errors but I am too lazy to fix them lmao sorry :) and there is more to add but I have fake nails on and it’s a muricle that ive managed to type this much haha

[cutiepisenpai]

Dear Stranger Series Ch. 8: Georgia(Spencer Reid x Female OC)

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Warning : Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, minor drugging, launguage.

Spencer's POV 

It's an early Sunday morning and the team is off today. Spencer is woken up by a hand running through his hair and the humming of his fiance. He opens his eyes to see her bright smile "Good Morning Sunshine." He hears her call out but he is still so exhausted they had a long night, debating the best Dr. Who Dr.'s. In an effort to stay asleep, instead of responding he just pulls her in to cuddle and closes his eyes. "You know as much as I would love to lay here with you all day, I have things to do." She begins by saying. "And you were supposed to join me but from the looks of it I'm not getting you out of bed anytime soon." She says before turning in his arms and kissing his forehead. He feels her shift to get out of the bed and start her day. 

A few hours had passed before Spencer woke up again. Rolling to look at Melinda's side of the bed he sees a note on her pillow. "Went to the farmer's market. Breakfast is in the microwave. Be back later. ❤ Mel P.S. Peter Capaldi was the better Dr.  XOXO". He laughs at her message and gets up out of bed and washes up before heading to the kitchen. The clock reads one pm he figures Mel should have already been back by now. Reheating the food she prepared and putting coffee on to brew he decides to call her. The phone rings and rings and rings. "Hey this is Melinda, sorry I couldn't get to the phone, leave a message and I'll call you back."  He is surprised she didn't answer but she may be diving back so he doesn't think much of it. Thirty minutes go by and she still hasn't shown up or called him back. Trying to call again the phone rings repeatedly before, "Hey this is Melinda, sorry I couldn't get to the phone, leave a message and I'll call you back." Now Spencer is starting to worry he knows she can take care of herself but seeing what they see at work everyday makes moments like this the scariest thing to imagine. He decides to wait another ten minutes to see if she calls back and when she doesn't is time for a new approach. This time he calls Garcia, " Hello Boy Wonder." He hears her voice ring out. "Hey Garcia, I'm sorry I know it's Sunday and we're not working but I can't get a hold of Melinda and was wondering if you can find her phone's location." "Are you sure she's not just trying to surprise you… Her phone is showing her at the Old Town Farmers Market in Alexandria." "Okay thanks Garcia." He says promptly before hanging up running to change and is out the door. 

20 minutes later Spencer is pulling into the parking lot, driving around looking to see if he sees Melinda's car. A few minutes later he spots it pulling up next to it. When he opens his door and exits his car the first thing he notices is her car door is slightly open. The next thing he notices is that her purse is sitting on the front seat next to the ajar door. Opening his phone and calling her again, he hears the phone ringing, it's coming from inside her car trying not to panic he calls Hotch. 20 minutes later the whole team has arrived after being called in by Hotch. Reid has spent this time assessing the scene but trying to move anything. The more he looked around the more likely it looked as if she was taken. The car is unlocked and the bags of stuff she picked up are in the backseat. Inside her purse her wallet and phone are still there so it wasn't a robbery. The last things he notices are on the ground next to the open door are her car keys and her engagement ring. 

The team considering this a kidnapping, are now trying to narrow down why someone would take her. "Could it be related to one of our cases. Has someone been released or recently escaped prison maybe?" JJ starts by saying "It could be related to her work when she was at Interpol." Emily is next to interject. Spencer is so overwhelmed he doesn't know what to do. "I should have been with her. I was supposed to be there." He says quietly but it makes everyone stop. "You don't know what would have happened if you were there. It could have been worse but you're here and can help us find her." Hotch tells him. The team is trying to find any leads but are just running into dead ends. Hours pass by and they are at a loss. "Are you sure nothing has changed Reid?" Hotch asks, this is the fourth time he had asked Reid the same question. "Have you been to any new restaurants, stores, any new contacts?" Spencer is starting to get annoyed with the question. "For the last time nothing has changed. It's not like we have a ton of extra time and Melinda likes routine, she likes having some sense of normalcy." Reid says in a huff. "Wait, something did change recently. You two got engaged a week ago. What if that is what triggered the unsub." Garcia says. "It would make sense they left the ring at the scene and with the timing it could be an ex who feels like they are running out of time now that you were planning on getting married." Morgan follows. Melinda had only ever spoken about one guy she dated and based on what she said it wasn't serious, but he didn't even know the guy's name. 

Spencer calls the only person who would know more about Melinda other than himself, her best friend Kristen. When she arrived and heard the news she became extremely worried and when they asked about the ex boyfriend she gave them his name but said it probably wasn't him. After looking him up and finding out he's partying on the other side of the country they mark him off the list. "Has she mentioned thinking someone may have been following her or seeing anyone suspicious?" Spencer asks, he feels like he would have known that Melinda would have said something but they have to cover all bases. "Um no, and she is kind of confrontational so even if someone was following her she would have said something to them." Kristen says, "but I know someone has been trying to reach out to her. Her name is "GG" Georgia Richardson, we all grew up in the same neighborhood." Spencer had never heard that name. "Mel has never mentioned her. Did they grow apart?" He asks. "Huh, oh no they are not friends Melinda hates GG. She was a bully and picked on her constantly. I was confused when she said she had been getting letters from GG. I thought maybe she was trying to make amends but Mel said she never even opened the letters she just tossed them in the trash." Now that Spencer remembers, Melinda throwing random letters away claiming them to just be junk mail. But now they had a new lead. 

Garcia was able to place a phone registered to Georgia at the farmers market at the same time before Melinda disappeared. Getting the location to her home the team is on their way there. Arriving at the home of Georgia Richardson they knock announcing themselves when they receive no answer Morgan kicks down the door and they head inside. Separating and checking the house they see no sign of GG or Melinda. What they do find is disturbing, in one room wall to wall is photos of Melinda going as far back as childhood and as recent as last week. "Well we got the right person, but where is she and where is she keeping Melinda?" Morgan says. They call Garcia to see if she may own property elsewhere while checking the rest of the house. While trying to figure out their next move they all stop at the sound of gunfire. It is coming from somewhere in the house. Going room to room looking for any sign of a trap door. Spencer finds a false bookcase with a heavy door behind it. Getting through the door just in time to hear a second gunshot Spencer and Morgan rush down the stairs to see Melinda with her back to them gun in hand having just shot GG in the knee. "Mel… Mel you're safe put the gun down." Spencer says. She hesitates before laying the gun on the ground next to her and wrapping her arms around Spencer. 

Melinda's POV

Waking up to the warmth of Spencer's arms wrapped around her she checks the time. It's nine thirty, a later wake up time for them but there's no work today and having argued from late night to around three am about Dr. Who it wasn't important to be up early. Sliding out of Spencer's grip she's up washing her face and brushing her teeth before climbing back into bed. She is absent-mindedly playing with Spencer's hair making a list in her head when she looks down to see his honey brown eyes looking up at her. "Good Morning sunshine." She says but receives no response he just reaches out to pull her into his body to cuddle. "You know as much as I would love to lay here with you all day, I have things to do." She begins by saying. "And you were supposed to join me but from the looks of it I'm not getting you out of bed anytime soon." Turning in his arms she kisses his forehead and climbs out of the bed. She makes a simple breakfast scrambled eggs, sausage and toast eating her portion after putting a plate in the microwave for Spencer for when he wakes up. She goes to the closet opting for a simple outfit jeans and a sweater with knee high boots. Lastly she writes a note for Spencer placing it on her pillow where he is sure to see it giving him one last kiss before leaving. 

Melinda preferred going to the farmers market for fresh produce. It was better than what could be found at the grocery store and since they were always on the go fresh produce goes bad quite often. Deciding to grab what she came for last not wanting to walk around with an armful of produce she wanders through seeing if anything peeks her interest. After an hour Melinda decides it’s best to get ready to head home. Finally picking out everything she wants she is putting her bags in the car when she hears a familiar voice behind her. Its GG, she had been sending Melinda bi-weekly letters for six months. Melinda wanted nothing to do with her not even to be polite about it. "Mellie, it's so good to see you. You know I've been sending you letters, I haven't heard anything back. I thought you might have moved." GG says in a chipper voice. Her voice was grating to Melinda. "Hi GG, no I haven't moved just didn't care about what you have to say to me now." She sneers, "but as you can see I'm busy so I should be going." Melinda says as she places her purse in the passenger seat. A moment later GG is standing right behind her pressing a syringe into her side. "Oh don't be like that… I've been waiting to have you all to myself." Is the last thing Melinda hears before everything goes dark..

Melinda wakes up in a dark room, trying to figure out her surroundings she is reminded of the conversation she was having with GG. That crazy bitch, where the hell did she take me. The next thing Melinda notices is a chain attached to one ankle leading to the footboard. She isn't wearing the same outfit she left the house in, she is now wearing a black nightie. The room is moderately decorated, nothing that can be taken apart to be used as a weapon or a lock pick at least GG was smart enough to think about that. There are no windows but two doors not sure where they lead. As quietly as possible she goes to the door closest to her. It's a bathroom and everything is just within reach with the chain attached to her. The other door is too far to reach. Melinda sits back on the bed tugging at the chain to see if it had any give, trying to plan out her next move. 

"Oh good you're awake. I brought you some food." GG says coming in from the other door Melinda couldn't reach. "Why the hell did you bring me here?" Melinda asks. "To take care of you of course. Your job is too dangerous." GG says not yet approaching. "To take care of me? We are not friends. And I don't need you to do anything for me." "We aren't friends because for all those years you were so attached to Kristen and then you left and when you came back all of a sudden you're with some guy. Some guy who barely knows you and I couldn't let you marry him. You belong with me. Don't worry you'll see things my way eventually." She says offering the tray gets within reach of Melinda but not a step further before promptly exiting. Melinda was so taken aback by her comments she didn't get a chance to respond. She was bat shit crazy. Melinda wonders if she remembers their childhood differently. If she was asked to describe her she would say GG was, queen bitch for as far back as she could remember GG had been a thorn in her side. From ripping her books apart and  pushing her into fountains in their early years to verbal slander and even once putting a spider on her in their teens. Melinda was thankful she didn't go to school with her but their houses were close enough that she still had to deal with her torment. Melinda did not have time to dwell on the past right now she needed a plan. She didn't know how much time had passed but she knew by now Spencer would be worried and looking for her but he wouldn't know where to look. She never mentioned GG or the letters, oh those damn letters what did she even write. Time to make a plan.

Hours pass by before GG comes back, in that time she had learned she is underground somewhere most likely a basement based on the steps she heard above her earlier. GG came back this time with a chair and a gun in her hand. Shit this isn't going to go well. Sitting the chair on the other side of the tray she set down earlier it's untouched; she has a seat staring Melinda down. "I didn't poison it ya know." She starts talking, "I just don't understand why you aren't happy to see me or why didn’t you never write to me? Didn't you miss me." She sure is putting a lot of emphasis on herself as if Melinda did something wrong. "What, have you had a brain injury in the last 6 years? We are not friends! We were never friends! We are never going to be anything!" Melinda yells without thinking, it wasn't her smartest decision to challenge the wacko with the gun. At Melinda's outburst GG's demeanor changes turning cold. "Oh is that so, you think you can just reject me and I would let you go? Well you're wrong because if I can't have you no one can." At that same moment they both hear footsteps above them. Melinda is hopeful that that is the team. But GG panics and makes a mistake moving away from the door looking at the ceiling, she is stepping backwards into Melinda's reach. In the time she had alone she ripped apart the sheets to use in the hopes to subdue her captor. Melinda takes a torn piece in hand wrapping it over GG and pulling her back into Melinda’s chest, Melinda tackles her to the ground. Pulling the gun out of her hand Mel turns and takes a shot at the chain freeing herself before climbing off of GG and running out of the room. The hallway is pitch black and while she is running, missing where the ground is uneven she trips falling to the ground. Gun still in she can hear GG approaching her, "You can't leave me! You're not allowed to leave!" GG yells in tears. "You come any closer and I will shoot you." "Mellie, we both know you can't kill me." That she was right about but Melinda had other plans, she aimed for her knee and took the shot. GG fell to the ground with a shriek. With the adrenaline flooding through her the only thing she could hear was her own pulse in her ears until Spencer came into sight. He was telling her to put the gun down. 

Sitting outside in the ambulance Melinda insists she is fine, a few scrapes and bruises, she doesn't need to go to the hospital. "Stop being so stubborn, just let them take you to the hospital and make sure everything is alright." Spencer says. "I'm fine, you're the only one that thinks I need a hospital." Once the EMT's clear her, he pulls her into a tight hug. After checking in with the team they head home. Spencer had been fretting over her since they got back, he kept asking if she was okay. Putting her hands on either side of his face pulling it closer to her, "Look I made it back and it's because I have you. Now please just lay down." Laying in bed together just enjoying the feel of each other's warmth trying to relax until Melinda says "By the way Peter Capaldi was a way better Dr than Tom Baker."

[skylarmoon71]

Peter Stone x Reader - Extra

“I missed you so much.” 

Your hands ran over the top of your desk. You smiled, despite the heavy paperwork load, you couldn’t have been happier. Liv stood watching you get settled in.

“I can’t say I see this often, an officer glad to have paperwork.”

“Crazy.” Fin called from his table. 

“Trust me, if you were stuck home for months you’d feel the same.” You were glad to be back. You just needed to prove to yourself that you could still do the job. “So has anything happened since I was gone?”

“Not much, but I think there’s something going on with Stone.” you straightened. 

“Really?” He seemed fine, you’d talk to him just last night. You didn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary. The fact that Rollins did made you worry. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s gotten a little girlfriend.There’s just an air about him.” you flushed when her eyes zeroed in on you. 

“Do you know anything about that?” You knew it, Rollins figured it out. The other guys were pretty much oblivious but Rollins, she was good at noticing things like that. Hell maybe Olivia knew too and just didn’t say it. 

“If he did, don’t you think we would know, the guy practically lives here.” Carisi was right. Peter was very dedicated, you were fortunate that Carisi didn’t put it together. You and Peter didn’t exactly tell them about your relationship. It was still pretty new, and you didn’t want everyone in on your personal life just yet. You also haven’t really discussed it with Peter. 

You weren’t sure if he would be comfortable with others knowing. You were going to have to bring it up the next time you talked with him. Peter walked in just then, briefcase in his hand and phone out. His head raised when he was at the center of the room. You weren’t sure if it was instinct, but his eyes gravitated to you. 

You tried your hardest not to make it obvious, so you kept a straight face while looking at him. 

“Good morning.” He greeted. “(Y/N), I have a few documents that you need to sign off on since you were the arresting officer.” you nodded. “Sure.” you replied, following him in the direction of his office. Rollins marked you with a smirk. 

He opened the door for you, and you stepped in with a smile. You could hear the door shut on entry. “So where are these..” you turned to ask about the documents, but the look on Peter’s face brought redness to your cheeks. He tossed his case unto the leather couch, stalking over to you. 

“S-Stone..” 

You backed up, legs hitting the front of his desk. Your hands reached to keep you from knocking anything over. He grinned, enjoying the way you visibly squirmed under his gaze. 

“I thought I told you to call me Peter..” you gulped, his low tone not something you were expecting so early into the day. “W-We’re at work.” you tried to reason. He leaned in, breath mingling with yours. As much as you were trying to resist, you didn’t pull away. He stayed there, just a hairline away. Your eyelids lowered, entranced by the look he wore. 

“S-Someone might see..” you muttered. You were surprised you could still speak. Was it just you or did it feel warmer. “So what if they do.” he leaned in before you could make any more objections. A slight gasp fell from your lips, captured by his. His kiss was demanding, you couldn’t understand why because you’d seen him just last night. 

The way he was kissing you, you could have sworn the both of you hadn’t seen each other for years. Your hands immediately went around his neck, pushing off the desk and pressing into him. He groaned, hands finding purchase around your small frame. All you could process was the pounding of your heart, the warmth of his fingers slipping under your suit jacket. His thumbs pressed to your hips, gliding to the skin beneath your dress shirt. 

The contact produced a soft moan from you. Peter welcomed it, his body responding similarly when your fingers tugged at his short hair. The kiss that lasted merely minutes felt like hours. You pulled back to regain your breath, and Peter took the opportunity to plant kisses at the base of your neck. 

Your hands traveled to his back, you were now gripping at his suit, trying to keep in any other sounds that could slip out. You knew you should have stopped, and you were in there for a while now. Rollins would definitely realize what took place. She was probably already constructing ideas. 

Another moan slipped out when his lips touched a certain spot. “Locking that in my memory for future reference.”he muttered against your skin. You pulled out of his arms with a blush, trying to fix yourself. Peter looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “I-I have to get back to work!” you scolded. You would think he was more level headed being a district attorney. The more you got to know him, the more he surprised you. 

Everyone thought Peter was this uptight, by the books guy. But behind closed doors, he was playful, cheeky and most importantly very very affectionate. Before you got together the touches were completely platonic. He was a friend trying to help another get over a heartbreak. But since you got together, he’d take any opportunity to hold you in his arms. It was like he was constantly starved of your touch, not that you were complaining. 

“Wait..yes! Yes I’m complaining! We need to be professional!” 

“Alright, I guess I have no choice but to let you go, Detective.” you scowled at how seductively he said that last part. “J-Just get me the paperwork.” He really was a handful, if you told anyone about this side of him, they probably wouldn’t believe you.” He turned, grabbing the papers off his desk, handing it to you. You took it, keeping at a distance in case he tried anything. He noticed, smiling at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to restrain myself for the rest of the day.”

“Good! Otherwise I’ll, I-I’ll report you!”you threatened weakly. His eyes sparked at the threat, taking slow steps closer to you. “Or you could just arrest me right now, I promise I won’t resist..” your eyes widened. “Shit! I gotta get outta here or I’ll pass out!” you rushed to the door, opening it and basically sprinting down the hallway. Peter watched, pleased with your flustered reaction. 

~~~

“My heart can’t take much more of this.” You were sure of it. Peter didn’t care if everyone in New York knew about your relationship. He was teasing you all day. You sighed, just going through the events of the day. The little stunt he pulled in the elevator, pressing a kiss to the back of your ear. You were grateful the both of you were at the back. And the occupants in the small space seemed none the wiser. You almost shrieked when he pinned you to the wall in the kitchen. 

The rest of the team were at their desk, so they didn’t see, but they could have walked by at any time. The only attack that was completely unplanned was when he dropped his pen during Liv’s briefing on a case. His back was facing you, so when he leaned over your throat went completely dry at the way his butt strained against the material of his slacks. He straightened, and you ran out of the room to get some water to quench your sudden thirst. 

You were exhausted by the end of the day. Both by the case and his antics. 

Olivia was leaving, probably trying to get home to her son. She smiled, bidding you goodbye on her way out. You waved to her, twirling your chair around. Just as you did, Peter came from around the corner. He spotted you, a smile immediately breaking out on his face. 

“(Y/N), maybe you should turn in for the night, here, let me give you a drive home. It’s your first day back after all, you shouldn’t push it. “

To Fin and Carisi, it must have just sounded like a concerned coworker. You knew better. He wanted another chance to make you as red as a cherry. You stood reluctantly. You’d rather him drop you home over stepping out into the cold and waiting for a cab. You pocketed your phone. 

“See you guys tomorrow.” you said.

“Yeah, get some rest.” Fin advised. You were glad Rollins wasn’t there to make any suggestive comments. 

“After you.” Peter gestured. You squinted at him suspiciously, walking as he followed behind. Carisi watched the both of you leave. “Hey Fin, do you think maybe Stone and (Y/N) are..”

Fin laughed. “Like hell, she hates the guy.” Carisi knew that, but still. He shook it off. 

“Yeah, you’re right.”

~~

“Were you trying to give me heart palpitations today.” Peter chuckled, stepping into his apartment. You walked in, going to the fridge for a drink. You grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it down. Peter kicked off his shoes, slackening his tie. He was rolling up his sleeves. 

Your eyes were stuck on him, lowering the bottle from your lips. When he spotted you staring you averted your gaze, moving to place it on the table. You didn’t even hear him walk up to you. But one second he was across the room the next, he was directly behind you. His hands were on either side of your hips, pressing into the table lightly. Your breath staggered. He wasn’t even really touching you. You could feel his breath on your neck. 

“Stone..” you warned. He grinned. “What do I have to do to get you to call me Peter. I think we should at least be on a first name basis by now..” you bit your lip when he closed the distance, now fully leaning into you. You could feel him, all of him pressed to you. His arms circled your body. You tried your hardest not to respond. He must have figured it out. Cause his hands were slowly trailing up your body. 

“Let’s see how long you can give me the silent treatment. “ His hands didn’t venture under your clothes, he didn’t need to because you felt everything. His fingers slipped past your waist, up your abdomen, to your bust. Your breathing increased, and his palms covered your breasts, cupping them into his large hands. You forced yourself not to make a sound, you weren’t gonna be the first to cave. 

Peter was impressed at your control, he could see you worrying your lip between your teeth. You whimpered, legs trembling when he gave them a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked at the sound and you gasped, hands coming down to level yourself against the table. “You’re torturing me (Y/N)..” he whispered into your ear. You glared at him over your shoulder. He had some nerve. He was the one currently trapping you in a torturous position. He smiled at your look. 

“Do you know how many times I wanted to kiss you today, It’s so hard to focus on my job when you’re everywhere I go. It’s your fault I can’t concentrate. If anyone is suffering from heart palpitations it’s me.” 

“T-That’s not my fault!” you defended. He tsked, now massaging your breast. You cried out, closing your eyes as you dug your fingers into the table. “But it is, it’s your fault for being so beautiful. How do I do my job when you're just a few meters away. “ your entire body was quivering now, and Peter still wouldn’t let up. It was literally driving you mad. 

“I-I don’t k-know but you better figure it out!!” you’d always been a stubborn person. 

This was probably the most turned on you’ve been, and all your clothes were still on. But Peter didn’t need to know that. You liked to pretend you didn’t like his advances, and he’d just keep coming. The both of you were complete opposites. Maybe that’s why you worked so well. He stepped back, releasing you all together. You let out a breath, turning to stare at him in confusion.

“You must be exhausted too, you can have the guest room tonight.” he went about talking like he didn’t just get you all hot and bothered and was now retreating. He walked off, removing his clothes. You ran after him annoyed. He really was going to make you work for it. When you got to his bedroom he’d already taken off his shirt. He glanced at you indifferently and you scowled. A smirk slowly rose to his lips, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it out of his pants, dropping it to the floor. 

“Something wrong Detective?” you groaned, practically pouncing on him. He grinned, reaching for both of your thighs as he lifted you off the ground, your legs automatically locking around his hips. Your kisses were hungry and sloppy, both trying to taste as much as you could of the other. He walked over to the bed, lowering you to the mattress. You bounced slightly, still pawing at his body. He laughed. “Someone’s...pent..up.” he said between kisses. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” you growled. He obliged happily, taking you to heaven and back.

[sugarpun-fairy]

SOULMATE AU! WARREN WORTHINGTON X READER

word count: 1193

warnings: tequila, pissed off best friends and hot angels

a/n: as always, just a little thing to make my boo Grace happier

I also used two different soulmate aus, the one with Warren is the one where the first thing you soulmate speak to you is written on your skin and the one with Peter/the best friend is one where you get a streak of hair the same color as your soulmate’s hair after your first interaction 

just to remember my requests are always open and if you wanna tag a prompt to it i’m up to it

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You woke up with a pair of arms around your waist and a warm breathing on your neck pairing with the worst hangover of all. Trying to untangle yourself from the sleeping beauty behind you, you tried your best to recognize where you were. It was one of the institute’s dorms for sure, but whose? The lack of personal items there was making it incredibly hard.

“Gods, will you stop moving already?” The not-so-stranger complained finally loosing his arms. You slid to the floor in silence and bit your lip to hold back the scream that almost left your mouth. Of course, it had to be him. Out of everyone in the whole institute. It simply had to be him. Warren Worthington III. The fallen angel – or would it be archangel at this point?

You never realized how handsome he actually was until that moment. In fact, you never thought you could get to that level of whatever had happened, given the fact that you two never even interacted. But you couldn’t lie and say you’ve never felt attracted to him. His relaxed expression and messy blond locks were a goddamned piece of art and for every second you stared more you felt more and more tempted to stay there, just watching him.

But it was a Saturday morning and you still had a best friend to find and make sure of what the hell you had done last night. So, you just jumped onto your clothes and ran back to your room hoping no one would see you.

Too bad your best friend was already one step ahead of you and was already waiting for you, sitting on your bed like an upset parent waited for a misbehaving child.

“In my defense, I don’t know what I did and whatever it was that I did, I was drunk.” You tried to explain.

“I can’t believe it!” She yelled throwing her hands to the air. “I fucking cannot believe it Y/N! You came to me in the middle of the night drunk and excited because your soulmate mark was itching and burning, then you fucking disappeared for the rest of the part and now you come to me with that?” She recalled with the most revolted expression you’ve ever saw her do. “Next thing you’ll tell me you don’t remember who it was!” You bit your lower lip with an apologizing expression and she rolled her eyes.

“Well I woke up in Warren’s bed, but I don’t know if it’s really him.”

“I’ll never let you have tequila ever in your life.” She declared.

“Oh please! My head hurts so much and I feel like throwing up everything I ate for the past two weeks!” You complained following to the bathroom.

“I’ll get you water and medicine. Take a cold shower and wait for me here. If you disappear again, I’ll plant a tracker on you.” She threatened and you only nodded, knowing how serious she was about that. You knew she could be a real brat from time to time but she meant well. You two were all that the other had so it was inevitable at that point.

Under the cold water you kept remembering her words in a constantly fail attempt to bring back something from last night. There wasn’t much that came clear except one small scene of her kissing a grey-haired boy. When she came back you had to ask her if it was true or just the alcohol.

“So, you and the biggest prankster of the institute?” You teased, noticing how red her face turned just by the mention of Peter. “I’m not judging, you know, I just wanted to know.”

“He’s not my soulmate, I just wanted to know how well kisser he was.” She stuttered. You stared at her face with a huge smirk.

“Was last night the first time you touched each other?”

“Y/N!”

“Just asking. Did something appear?” You asked recalling that she never showed any soulmark.

“Yes…” She admitted, showing a grey streak of hair close to her ear. “Okay, maybe he’s my soulmate.”

“Great! You looked so cute on my dizzy messy memory from last night!”

“Now we just need to figure out who is yours. Where’s your mark?”

“Disappeared. That means I actually met and talked to him last night.”

“Then it’s probably Warren. But do you think he remembers anything?”

“I have no idea.” You shrugged. “I’m hungry thought.”

“I can make something for you. Let’s go.”

You two left the bedroom only to be welcomed in the kitchen by the winged-boy you were just talking about.

“Oh, there you are.” He said putting his glass back on the sink. “Thought I had dreamed about last night.”

“I’m gonna leave you two have your conversation. Bye.” With that your best friend left you alone with your supposed-soulmate and a big hand of lost words.

“Do I scare you? My wings? Or my face?” He asked in a low tone. You nodded negatively, walking to where he was. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“Just Y/B/F/N and Peter kissing.” You confessed. “I’m sorry.

“Well that’s tequila’s fault, not ours.” Warren joked shaking his head. “Aren’t you scared I might lie to you and say whatever I want to justify you waking up in my bed before running away?”

“Look, War, you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because since I woke up and put things together, I’ve been thinking about kissing you again!” You exploded with a laugh, receiving another from him.

“Y/N, you little thing, are you trying to seduce me, again? Because so far you’re doing a great job!” He said touching your face softly.

“Can you tell me how everything happened?” You whispered.

“Look it yourself.” He whispered back leaning to kiss you. So, you did. The loud music mixed with the lights from the club making your head hurt again, along with all the times he tried to look at you without looking like he was staring for a long time. That part made you laugh inside the soft sober kiss.

“So, was that just awkward eye contact, or we were definitely checking each other out?” You dared to ask.

“Do you know how hard I worked for us to have that accidental eye contact?” He laughed.

“Accidental? Ok, got it.” You joked before kissing him again. The rest of the night came like a slap. When he dropped beer on your dress along with a terrible pick up line, when you said you’d forgive him if he paid you a shot, when he watched you run to your best friend whose face was completely tangled on Peter’s, and when you two left the party to go back to the mansion. “Well, that’s a goddamn good use for my mutation.”

“Indeed. Now, would my soulmate like to go grab something to eat?” He suggested with a charming smile.

“I’m terribly tempted to say ‘yes, as long as it is you’.” You laughed. “But I could kill for a donut right now.”  

“Gods, you definitely are my soulmate!” He affirmed kissing you one more time.

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[peteerrpaarkerr]

Day and Night (Peter Parker Soulmate AU) pt. 2

Summary: When Tony Stark first saw his newborn daughter’s soulmate marking, he was thrilled to know that she would get to experience a love like his and Pepper’s. However, 17 years later when Tony sees an identical tattoo on his daughter’s best friend/superhero protégé, Peter Parker, he vows to keep y/n safe by not allowing them to realize that their futures are intertwined.

Pairings: Peter Parker x y/n, Pepper x Tony (slight)

Warnings: None :)

Author’s Note: Wow, guys, I am overwhelmed by the response I’ve received from this fic! I can’t thank you enough for the nice messages and notes that y’all have left me! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the next part!

Also, as I was writing this next chapter, I decided to change the focus up a bit. It will mainly be a Peter Parker x y/n fic, but I’m also going to add some development for Tony and Pepper. I hope you guys enjoy this!!

If you want to be tagged for this story, please message me!

Part One: https://peteerrpaarkerr.tumblr.com/post/185697917739/day-and-night-peter-parker-soulmate-au-pt-1

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“Uh, Mr. Stark? Is something wrong?” Peter asked, referring to Tony’s blank stare towards his upper back. Peter turned his head over shoulder to see Tony’s eyes trained on his soulmate tattoo: a dark grey, full moon. 

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said, his mouth turning upwards into a soft smile, “that’s just my soulmate tattoo. I think most everyone has one.” 

Tony’s eyes blinked rapidly as he focused in on Peter’s words, snapping back into reality. “Huh, interesting.” Tony mumbled quietly, stepping back from Peter and turning around to walk back to his computer station. 

Peter cocked his head to the left in confusion. Sure, his soulmate marking was in an odd spot, but the mark itself was normal. It couldn’t have been that weird to become speechless over. Then, a thought occurred to Peter. 

“Mr. Stark, have you seen someone with the same tattoo I have?” Peter questioned excitedly. Tony froze in his spot, thankful that he was facing the other direction, not where Peter could discern his fear. 

“No, I haven’t,” Tony deadpanned, “I just thought it looked unique, that’s all.” 

Peter’s shoulders slumped. He hadn’t had any luck in finding his soulmate like Ned and MJ had. MJ met her soulmate at the library while she was debating a topic with the librarian. She had (not so subtly) slammed her fist on the counter in protest, and her soulmate walked by and happened to see an identical bird on her wrist. Ned and Betty were sitting together on a flight to Venice when he noticed a small marking on her collarbone of a computer monitor, and the rest was history. 

Peter yearned to find his significant other like they had. However, at the same time, he was scared to let down his soulmate. He wasn’t sure if he would always be able to protect them with him being Spider-Man and all. He constantly had a target on his back, so he chose not to pursue seeking them out. To him, ignorance was bliss... at least, an impatient, terrifying bliss. 

A heavy silence controlled the room, the tension obvious between the two. Both were lost in their own thoughts regarding Peter’s soulmate marking. After a few painful minutes, Tony cleared his throat. “Alright, kid, I’ve got everything I need for now. You can go,” Tony stated, still not making eye contact with Peter. 

Peter slipped back on his shirt and walked out, hunched over in thought. Something was odd about the situation, but he couldn’t place what was different. 

Maybe Tony is just concerned about me meeting my soulmate, Peter thought. It’s a challenge to protect them with being Spider-Man and all. 

As soon as Peter left the room, Tony collapsed into his chair. 

He couldn’t process the fact that his only child, his y/n, had Peter Parker as her soulmate. The fact that Peter had been so close to y/n the past four years and that he had not bothered to check began to haunt him. 

He knew from the moment he met Peter that there was something special, something different about him, and now he was starting to realize it wasn’t just the spider bite. 

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“And then Thor ripped the pancake out of Clint’s hand, but he looked ridiculous because he was wearing that pink apron you made me when I was 8!” 

Your mother’s laughter rang like church bells as you told her what went on in the kitchen that morning. You could picture her clutching her stomach while her head fell forward, shaking from each giggle. Her eyes would be sparkling and a smile would be plastered on her face. 

“I remember making that! We had a matching set… why didn’t he just wear the one that fit me?” Your mother inquired joyfully. 

“I don’t know, mom… he’s quite the character.” You sighed, lightly biting your lip, thrilled to be able to talk to her for the first time in 5 months. 

An awkward silence fixed itself into your conversation. You knew that it was painful for your mother to talk to you after all that had happened, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was your birthday after all and you missed her more than anything in the world. 

���Mom,” you mumbled, pausing for a second from uncertainty, “do you.. are you planning on coming home anytime soon?”

You could hear your mother take in a sharp breath, mumbling something incoherent. Your heart dropped when she didn’t answer immediately. 

“Sweetheart… you know the situation. I can’t come back right now. It’s not safe for me.” 

You let out a sigh in disappointment even though you already knew the answer would be “no”. This was the seventh time you had asked her to come home. You had begged, bargained, pleaded, cried even, but no form of persuasion worked. You hadn’t seen her in person in two years. 

“Y/n, I need to go, but I love you so much. I hope that I will be able to see you again someday.” Pepper said quietly. 

“I love you too, mom.” You replied, holding back sudden tears that tried to escape. You ended the call and laid back on your bed, recalling the past.

All that you remembered the last time you had seen your mom was when she walked into your room crying. She kneeled down on the floor next to your bed, her throat swollen and bruised, and she clasped your hands in her own. She called you “sweetheart”, something she always did when she discussed something disheartening with you, and she told you that she had fallen out of love with your father and that she had to leave. While you sat there in shock, unable to protest as your mind worked to comprehend what she had said, she gave you a firm hug, kissed you on the cheek, and walked out of the door. 

Over the course of the following months, you and Tony both were struggling to cope with the absence of your mom. Tony spent his days in the lab, making unnecessary adjustments to already perfect software and suits. Night after night you could find Tony in the Avengers Tower bar refusing to talk to anyone, until Bruce and Steve confronted him about his unhealthy habits. Slowly, the team began to bring back your dad through pep talks, bargains, and, in one case, a slap to the face (given by Natasha of course). He finally began to laugh again, and put his focus into you and the team. He was doing well. 

You, on the other hand, were not doing so well. You were terrified and confused about why your mom left. Luckily, however, Peter was there to comfort you. You spent days sulking around the Tower and school, and nights sobbing yourself to sleep. But Peter was there for all of it. He helped you with your classes, walked with you as you aimlessly do everything, and held you as you cried. It took you a few weeks to properly come back, but Peter told you how proud he was of you for being so strong every day. 

When you finally were back to as normal as you could be given your situation, you found yourself having dinner with the team and your dad, laughing because Bucky finally called out Steve on hypocritically saying “language” despite just having let out a string of cuss words. Steve’s faced was flush as he tried to utter out an excuse but everyone was howling with laughter. As everyone began to finish their dinner, F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke up, alerting Tony that there had been a security threat trying to penetrate the Tower. The team immediately jumped up from their seats and raced to put on their gear, and you ran into the lab to act as “the girl in the chair”.

You put on your headset, cracked your knuckles, and began relaying information to the team about the attacker’s whereabouts. After a short amount of time, the threat was 96% diminished, with only one more intruder running around the building. You checked the Tower map and saw that the last figure was near where Steve was stationed, so you began to alert him over the headset when all of a sudden, you were put in a chokehold and pulled out of your seat. 

You gasped and tugged at the attacker’s arms, realizing that you had made the mistake of not checking your own location. You couldn’t fight back as well as the other Avengers because even though you were trained, you didn’t have powers nor a suit to combat the attacker’s strength and weaponry. You just operated the systems. 

“Listen, lady,” a gruff voice yelled in your ear, “tell us where the plans are and we’ll let Stark, your dad, live.” He ripped off your fake intern lanyard, having known that it was a fake.

You let out a strangled cry, realizing that he knew your identity. Pepper and Tony had agreed when you were born to not let you be seen in public with them until you were old enough to pass as an intern or lab worker. This allowed for you to be kept safe and up until now, it had worked flawlessly.

The man holding you back began to threaten you when all of a sudden a gunshot was heard and you were dropped to the floor. You coughed, taking in huge breaths as you tried to make up for the oxygen you had lost. Bucky, who had shot the man, rushed over to you and picked you up onto your feet. You looked behind you at the computer, saw that the threats were 100% eliminated, and fell into his arms, passed out. 

A few days after everything had calmed down, your father sat you down to discuss further precautions. You told him how the agent knew you were his daughter and Tony immediately recoiled. You knew he had done everything in his power to keep you (and Pepper when she was there) safe, but it wasn’t always perfect. You immediately hugged your father and reassured him that the agent had probably made a lucky assumption, that no one else knew you were his daughter besides the team. 

However, as Tony hugged you back, you didn’t know that what he was most terrified of is that he was afraid he would lose you the same way he lost Pepper. 

But he wasn’t going to tell you how he actually lost her.

Your bedroom door opening brought you back to reality when an excited Peter walked in. “Y/n, do you want to go eat some thai food with Tony and I?” 

You smiled and nodded, heading out with Peter and forgetting your conversation with your mother. 

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You, Peter, and Tony sat around a table at your favorite Thai shop, quietly enjoying your dinner. The sounds of utensils clinking on dishware, light conversation from other customers, and the news station playing on the TV in the background added to the calm experience. 

“Thank you guys, this has been a pretty great birthday, and I just want to let you know that I appreciate this a lot! I know you both have been busy.” You exclaimed, subconsciously tugging at the fake intern lanyard around your neck.

“Of course, y/n! We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Your dad replied, winking at you and nodding at Peter.

Your concentration on your food broke when you overheard the word “soulmate” being spoken by one of the newscasters. 

“-the rise of soulmate tattoos has increased with the new population of children being born. Rather than only four out of five people being born with a marking, we are now seeing that every nine out of ten people are lucky enough to share a tattoo with someone else out there.” 

You sat there watching the screen as the reporter presented numerical data over the story. They showed images of couples with matching tattoos and followed it up with the reporter showing their personal tattoo on their wrist and a wedding ring on their finger. You sighed, wishing that you had already found yours.

“I honestly thought I would’ve found my soulmate by now.” You stated, continuing to look at the TV screen. 

Tony choked on his water with wide eyes and dropped his fork onto the plate. Peter began patting Tony’s back as he tried to regain his composure, attempting to take in normal breaths. 

“You alright, dad?” You asked after Tony took a proper sip of his water. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright,” he replied hesitantly, leaving you to think nothing of the situation as you continued to pay attention to the news.

Peter, on the other hand, sensed something odd about the encounter, putting two-and-two together with the choking and “soulmate” mention. He noticed how Tony had reacted so strangely to seeing his soulmate tattoo earlier, and now his daughter mentioned the word and Tony flips out again. 

Not wanting to cause any trouble on your birthday, Peter kept his mouth shut. But he mentally told himself he would get to the bottom of it later.

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Peter and you walked along the streets of New York, reminiscing over your high school years and thinking about the future ahead. You were on your way to fill out your final forms for Empire State University since classes began in a few days. Peter and you, enrolling in similar majors, had the same 12 of 17 hours you both had elected to take your first semester. 

“Well, I’m going to be the professors’ favorite!” You exclaimed, smirking as you walked alongside Peter. “I’ll actually show up to class and be able to keep up my Avenger’s tasks.” 

Peter turned his head towards you, scoffing as he continued to walk. “Pfft, while I am doing actual Avengers work, and not just sitting in a chair taking orders, I’ll mentally prepare myself for studying for all of the classes that I’ll attend.” 

You swatted at Peter as he cheekily grinned. You both continued your banter back and forth as you got closer to campus before you heard a faint, yet familiar beep. 

Peter pulled you quickly to the side as your bracelets began beeping louder, signaling that an emergency was occurring. A hologram of Tony appeared and spoke out of the device. “Underoos, report back to Avenger’s tower immediately. Sunny Girl, keep walking to ESU and start Pete’s paperwork. There’s a quick H.Y.D.R.A. mess we’ve got to eliminate. He’ll be back before you finish yours.” 

“Alrighty, dad,” you replied, turning off the watch and looking at Peter. “Here, get in the alley. I’ll take your backpack when you leave.” 

Peter nodded quickly and you both walked to the closest alley. Peter handed his backpack to you and practically jumped into his suit. “I’ll see you in a few, y/n.” He said, touching the spider on the front of his suit to secure it. He gave you a fist bump and shot a web into the air, pulling himself into the New York skyline.

You continued walking towards campus alone, lost in thought as you wondered who Peter had to stop and thinking in depth about some of the tech you would develop when you arrived back at the tower. Unfortunately, you weren’t aware of the masked people lining the alley you were going to pass and the words whispered into the walkie talkie. 

“Spider-boy is out of the picture, continue with the deal. Get the Stark kid.” 

As you made your way past a few more streets, the ESU campus came into view and you grinned as you looked out. This was going to be you and Peter’s next adventure, and you could hardly contain your excitement for the opportunities that lay ahead. 

Before you crossed the last street heading into campus, a thick piece of cloth was shoved into your mouth and you were pulled by strong arms into the nearest alley. You tried to kick and scream, but before you realized what had occurred, a needle was jabbed into your arm and you quickly began to sink to the ground, darkness clouding your vision. 

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[spidey-stark]

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Peter being the reader’s step-brother and neither of them getting along with each other. Unless they were getting undressed, that is. 

Warnings - 18+, fingering 

Word Count - 655

A/N - I’ve seen a few step brother!Peter fics/ideas around and felt inspired to write one myself! :) Super short but still a fun little piece! 

“Shut the fuck up-” he hissed at you, his hand now planted firmly against your mouth in an attempt to muffle the stream of moans pouring from your lips, “they’re gonna hear you.” 

With no hesitation you bit down against his palm, snickering at him as he jerked it away, groaning at the stinging sensation. He retaliated by roughly shoving a third finger inside of you, grinning as your eyes squeezed shut, just barely able to take it. 

Neither of you could really remember exactly how you had gotten here. No matter how hard you would try to pin it back to a specific moment in time when things changed between the two of you--you just couldn’t. 

One day Peter was your dads girlfriend’s annoying nephew. Someone that you absolutely could not stand no matter how hard you tried. His constant snarky comments always left you rolling your eyes. His blatant lack of respect left a nasty taste in your mouth. The two of you were just too different from one another. And everyone knew how much the two of you hated each other, just barely getting along for the sake of your dad and May. 

So it would be quite a shock to anyone if they learned what your relationship had evolved into behind closed doors. 

Peter’s lips latched themselves onto your neck, his fingers continuing to pump inside of you at a ferocious rate. His teeth attacked the sensitive skin, lightly sucking against it. 

“Fuck-stop.” you had meant to sound demanding but your voice had other plans, coming out as more of a whine, the desperate sound making him smirk against your neck, “You’re gonna leave marks!” 

The two of you were always extremely cautious when it came to your secret encounters, never wanting to give anyone reason to be suspicious. That of course meant hickeys were strictly off-limits, a rule you had both agreed to early on. 

“Maybe that’s what I want-” in-between his words he continued to leave little kitten licks against your skin, your breathing becoming shallow and heavy as the light prodding of his tongue left you wanting more, “let everyone know who you belong to, yeah?” the hand that wasn’t knuckle deep inside of you had come up to massage your breast, squeezing roughly and making you sink your head back further into his pillow. 

Peter moved away from your neck and despite your insistence for him to stop his actions you immediately missed the contact, wanting to feel him again. He lightly pulled on his bottom lip with his teeth, taking in the sight of you squirming desperately beneath him and he swore that just looking at you would be enough to make him cum--though he would never say that. 

“Imagine what everyone would think,” he taunted you, pinching your nipple and eliciting another moan from your lips, “finding out that the innocent Y/N is so desperate for my dick.” 

Denying the claim would have been futile. Both of you knew that what he had said was true. You had become increasingly needy when it came to him. And once you had moved into the Parker household it only continued to get worse. Constantly going into his room when everyone else was busy. Sneaking into the bathroom whenever he would go to take a shower. 

But it didn’t matter how much he teased you about it. Because both of you knew that he was just as desperate for you, even if he would never admit it. 

You still glared at him though, knowing his words were true but still being irritated by them. Being irritated by him. “You would be a lot hotter if you shut the hell up and just fucked me already.” 

Peter grinned down at you, always loving when you finally had enough of his teasing and would start to talk back to him. 

“Whatever you say, princess.” 

[chicagocityofclans]

Deucalion Thornton→ Can Yaman → Warlock

→ Basic Information 

Age: 838

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Birthday: March 12th 

Zodiac Sign: Pisces 

Religion: Buddhist

Mark: Cleirigh

Generation: Unknown

→ His Personality Deucalion was often overshadowed by his family and those who shared his mark. While he was overlooked, however, his personality still flourished in the shadows. He was a brave and charming toddler. Though he lost most of his charm, Duke continued to be dangerously and recklessly daring well into adulthood. His fears were minimal and the process of dying or death wasn’t on the list. While he can go with the flow and play follow the leader, Duke is a boss at heart and doesn’t mind barking out orders when necessary. With his dry humor and quick wit, past his hard exterior, he isn’t a bad person to get along with or on the side of your cause. 

Duke does like the finer things in life. Mostly because he’s able to afford it and only has one life to live; no matter how long that life maybe. He is picky about what goes on his body, into his kitchen, and on his table. This also applies to his Brewery. He is willing to fly to foreign countries to find the best ingredients at whatever cost and import them back to the States. Even though he enjoys the finer things, Duke does not enjoy being in the spotlight. His curiosity and ego is well hidden behind his introvert and nonchalant behavior. Like many loners, he is uncomfortable in large crowds. He barely tolerates the over crowded pack house and is often found chasing the local Animal Shifters out of his Brewery when he gets tired of seeing them.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Co-Owner/Founder of ANONYMOUS; Previously International Sales Specialist at Shutter International Exports & Imports

Scars: Left cheek as a result of an attack from a wolf shifter when he attempted to ride said wolf like a horse at the age of six.

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Haematology and Ales

Two Dislikes: Power-Hunger and Greek Mythology

Two Fears: Being Cursed and Unlabeled Bottles

Two Hobbies: Homebrewing and Backpacking

Three Positive Traits: Mysterious, Audacious, Modest 

Three Negative Traits: Loner, Blunt, Aloof

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Alexander Thornton (Step-Father): Alexander raised him and his brother after their mother died. One day he never returned home and disappeared. Duke doesn’t know what happened to the old man and chooses to ignore it.

Daphne Thornton (Mother): She died when Duke was young. He doesn’t remember much about her. He’s asked for multiple Mnemokinetics to enhance his memories of her but they seem to be blocked. 

Sibling Names:

Aries Thornton (Older Twin Brother): They have a love/hate relationship. Duke used to jump on Aries' bed or throw tantrums without Aries giving a care or simply laughing at his little brother's amusing rants. And other days Duke stayed tensed in fear for his life because Aries was having a bad day. He knows Aries wouldn’t kill him but deep down Duke is terrified of what he could do.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Peter Knox (Boyfriend): They were both hostile against each other when Peter stepped into Duke’s life. Duke knew deep down he was attracted to Peter but had no way to express himself while Peter was dating someone else. They became good friends and bonded over old homebrewing. They eventually opened Anonymous together and their romantic relationship bloomed within its walls. They have been together for 7 years and have a home near the main packhouse. 

Platonic Connections:

Isaac Baker (Wolf Leader): Isaac has given him a chance that could destroy his pack and his reputation. Duke is forever grateful. 

Geri Beckham (Good Friend): Geri was one of the first of the Chicago pack to welcome him in with wide arms. They just clicked.

Talia Cleirigh (Friend): Talia once mistook him for his brother, Aries, and they have been friends ever since. She was a big help to him when he was first cursed. 

Michael Shaw (Friend): Michael is intelligent and one of the only other wolves that Duke can hold a long conversation without it getting awkward.

Leah Phillips (Friendly): Leah reminds him of his cousin Kaylor. 

Ronan Cleirigh (Distant Cousin): Ronan has helped him through a lot. And continues to do so. Duke is grateful for him and his help.

Garrett Cleirigh (Distant Cousin): They had a lot of fun while Duke was still a warlock. Their fun has slowed down but they continue to support each other.

Hostile Connections:

Alan Thomas (Indifferent): Alan has hounded Duke since day one. Duke does everything in his power to ignore him.

Sol Alfaro (Dislike): Duke has met people like Sol before and knows the game that Sol is trying to play. 

Kudzai Rinker (Nuisance): Kudzai has always been a thorn in his side. If it wasn’t for her seat on the Council, Duke would have been normal again by now.

Pets:

None

→ History Duke has never really been alone. Since the moment his parents decided to have him, he’s been with his twin brother Aries. Duke's mother, who was a neuromancer, was there and aided when he bumped his head as a toddler. He first learned to hunt for food with his step-father, a disintegrator, there besides him. When he was learning to have better control of his powers, the Cleirigh family was there to help him. The only time he was really alone was when ventured out to test his master powers on a pack of wolves in Canada. He took control of them for days and that’s where the Alberta province Council caught him. It was against their council rules for those with therinology to use their master powers against mythical creatures. They had an animator within their council who quickly deactivated his powers. He was unable to leave or contact his family. Duke was sentenced to 300 years cursed as a wolf and his powers were to remain deactivated until then. 

It took months for Duke to make it back home in wolf form and he was nearly poached multiple times. When he reached home he was greeted by Ronan and Roman. The spirits around him made it clear who he was but not why he was the way he was. It was Kaylor who understood him and translated exactly what happened. His family was on a warpath but apparently the local wolf pack had already wiped out the council. They were at a loss but Duke remembered most of their names, the most predominant one being a Wilhelm. While they attacked most of the Wilhelms in Canada, South and North America, Duke remained in wolf form. As half of his family fought, the other half tried to break his curse. It was nearly a year later when Roman and Judson created a spell to change him back into his human form. Sadly, the curse was still active. When he found he couldn’t use his magic, Duke burst into his wolf form again. He only changed back this time when he calmed down. 

That’s how the cycle continued. Until one day, Ronan, Roman, Kaylor, Aries and Judson were sure they figured out a way to change him back into a warlock. Ronan and Roman had specially taken on Archives, Oracles and Animators as mentees or workers at Shutter to help their progress. However, there must have been a miscalculation on someone's part because instead of turning Duke back from a cursed wolf shifter to a warlock, they made it so every supernatural in Chicago was stuck as stuck in whatever form they were shifted in and made it impossible for every witches and warlocks to use their powers for two weeks. Everyone was furious and the cat was out of the bag after 193 years of secrecy. For the most part everyone feared him. It irritated the living Hell out of him but there was nothing he could do without endangering himself and his family. Isaac Baker, wolf alpha, spoke out on the third day of every Chicago leader meeting about the incident. Isaac offered him a spot within his pack, to help with his wolf and in return Ronan would side with them on any votes or other serious matters. Duke had never embraced being in wolf form; he never ate in wolf form, never urinated in wolf form or in general did anything besides stalk around or run. Isaac began to train him and Duke’s world slowly changed around him. 

In mid-2012 a nuisance by the name of Peter Knox walked into Duke’s life. Isaac kept Duke away from the wolves within his clan before, but had decided it was time to introduce him after they came up with an explanation. Peter was a hot bundle of frustration and emotional tension. Duke was attracted to him the moment he laid eyes on him but the cocky son of a bitch smirked. Duke’s attraction led to his anger. He was hot on Peter’s tail, constantly informing him how displeased he was that the other man was second and how he wasn’t what they needed. It didn’t help that Peter started sleeping around someone younger and of a different species. He wasn’t on Peter’s top list too, he later found out because Peter’s show of dominance never worked on Duke. Duke had no clue what it was that Peter was doing and stared at him as if he was an idiot. One random day they started talking about shitty beers and reminisced about old fashioned brewing and they clicked. Their friendship grew as Duke turned a section of the pack kitchen into a brew station and they bonded over a rare mixture that Duke remembered from his travels in Ireland. It was Peter that suggested he open a bar and Duke put his plans in motion, offering Peter to invest and possibly co-own with him. By this time, Peter had called it off with the younger species but it was only after the break up that they shared their first kiss while putting away glasses right before the grand opening of Anonymous. 

→ The Present His family has found his cure a decade too late. Duke remembers being unwilling to leave the house and too angry to face the world when his magic was taken from him. He has long come to terms with what he did and repented his sins. His sentencing was clear; 300 years as a wolf for his crimes. With their disastrous last failed attempt to change him back and his blooming relationship with Peter, Duke is unsure if he wants to be a warlock again since his relationship with Peter would have to end. He is unsure what another failed attempt could hold for their family or if it would force the truth out about him to the supernatural world. That is something Duke isn’t willing to gamble with anytime soon. 

Anonymous has been doing well but Duke is having trouble keeping it a supernaturals only bar. He has humans and supernaturals working the morning shifts but only supernaturals working the night and weekend shifts. Duke is thinking of placing a ward around the establishment that deters humans from entering but is also crunching numbers that aren’t adding up from their loss. Peter and Duke have been promoting their business on Ryan Cleirigh's podcast and speaking in general about the community. Ryan however has been trying to push the topic towards their relationship and the unspoken LGBTQ community within the supernatural world.

[starkercrossedlovers]

Call Me, Maybe? 📞

This is part two of the sex line fic Hotline Bling and I hope you all enjoy!!

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Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe

Peter’s had the song stuck in his head for days, humming it under his breath in class, as he patrols, singing off key and loud in the shower...it’s silly, but he can’t stop.

It doesn’t help that he’s made it the ringtone for Tony, and when he’s not in class, it blares every time the older man calls or texts.

Which is a lot.

Because they sext and text and call each other...all. The. Time.

He swerves and dodges a blast from a robot seemingly intent on homicide and hisses when one of its lasers slices through his suit and into his ribs.

He should be getting ready to meet Tony, but no, some maniacal asshole had to go and ruin his date. He’s already sent Tony a text that he’s not going to make it—last minute paper to finish!—but he’s hoping that if he can just—

The robot tangles in the webs he shoots and then blasts it with an EMP, grinning in delight when it collapses to the pavement below.

He webs it down more securely until SHIELD arrives and then swings away, back to the apartment. It’s only when he’s in the shower that the wound on his side makes itself known again and he hisses as blood streams down the drain. His fingers shake as he wraps a bandage around his torso after the shower, wincing at the ache in his side.

He can’t go meet Tony like this...

Sighing, he pulls on soft sweatpants and a T-shirt, toweling off his hair as he heads for his desk.

He does actually have a paper to work on...even if he’d much rather be somewhere else...with someone else.

Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe

He grins when he sees his phone light up with a new text from Tony.

Tony: hey baby, I know you gotta paper to write, just wanted to say I miss that pretty face

He melts.

Snaps a pic of him, post shower, pink cheeked and shirt slipping off one shoulder and sends it.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

Tony: oh baby...ur so pretty...wish I was there to mess you up, get you all dirty

Peter: me too...I’ll call you when I’m done?

Tony: yes plz baby 😘😘😘

Peter grins and sets the phone aside, determined to focus and get this paper done.

Then he can play.

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When he’d first met Tony at the coffee shop two weeks ago he’d kinda expected to be taken somewhere private and fucked senseless. Instead, Tony had bought them coffee and guided him to a corner table and they had talked...for hours.

He’d found out the older man is a mechanic and former race car driver, with a penchant for sex line work on the side. He’d explained that he likes the work; he’s always enjoyed making his partners cum and being a sort of blank canvas for other’s needs is something he finds enjoyable.

Clad in a flannel button down with a Black Sabbath T-shirt underneath, jeans that clung to his thighs, and combat boots, he was...entirely unexpected.

They talked mechanics and engineering, biochemistry and history, social justice and morality and before Peter had realized it, his stomach was demanding food. When he tried to apologize, Tony just laughed and guided him out to his car—a 75 Aston Martin Vantage, cherry red with gold accents—and took him to dinner.

He finds out that Tony’s 45, single, divorced with no kids, and co-owner of Stark Industries with his ex wife, Pepper Potts. Peter can barely believe he’s sitting with a man named in the top 100 wealthiest people in the world eating burgers from some hole in the wall diner, but yea, it’s real.

When he dropped him off after that first date he asked if he could kiss him and then proceeded to do so until Peter was hard and aching, clinging to the older man and gasping his name, whispering a plea that Tony had struggled to refuse. He sent Peter inside and called him minutes after he got home, listened to him jerk off and beg for Tony, cuming alongside him just a few short minutes later.

They’ve seen each other nearly every day since then, talked just about every night, texted constantly, and still, Tony hasn’t fucked him yet. This weekend though, he’s going to make it happen. Aunt May is going to Chicago for a conference and he’s assured her he’ll be fine, nudged her out the door and then waited ten minutes to text Tony.

Peter: home alone this weekend, come over?

He bites his lip, pacing as he waits for a response and then jolts when his phone starts playing that familiar ring tone.

Tony: have a few more meetings at SI 8 ok?

Peter: yes!

Tony: see you later sweetheart 😘

Peter sighs, it’s noon, which means he has to wait all day for Tony. It’s an in service day so he’s home alone, with nothing to do. A grin creeps over his face and he runs to his room, shedding clothing until he’s in his boxers.

Screw homework, he’s going to tease Tony till he comes over early and fucks him.

He plays with his nipples until they’re sore and achy, chest flushed pink with desire and hair messy from writhing on his bed. He snaps a pic and sends it—missing you—he captions it.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

Tony: baby...Jesus...u look so good

Peter shoves a hand into his boxers and takes another pic so Tony can see. Wish you were here he sends along with it.

Tony: Christ kid...trying to focus on this budget mtg and that’s not helping

Peter grins and records a small video of his hand stroking his cock inside his boxers, loops it into a gif and sends it.

Tony: fuck...baby boy, ur making daddy hard. Gonna get in trouble if u can’t behave

Peter records another short video and allows himself to gasp and moan, need you daddy he whispers, grinning as he sends it.

There’s a long few minutes of nothing and then—oh...Tony’s sent him a video of him, in the bathroom presumably, stroking his cock and murmuring.

Look what you did to daddy baby, look how hard you made me...daddy can’t even get through a meeting without his baby needing him, huh? Gotta leave work early and come take care of you?

Tony groans as he cums, and Peter moans with him, spilling over his own hand, grinning as Tony huffs and murmurs—be good baby, I’ll be there soon.

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Soon, it turns out is three more hours. Which is still much earlier than he’d originally said he’d be there, but still, it feels like an eternity to Peter. He’s actually done his chores; laundry, cleaned his bathroom, completed his bio homework, and he’s thinking of going out for a patrol when there’s a knock at the front door.

He tugs on a T-shirt and hurries out, beaming when he sees it’s Tony through the peephole. He manages to get out a surprised gasp at the sight of him in a suit before the older man pushes him inside and kicks the door shut. Tony’s on him all at once, hands cupping his ass as he lifts him, mouth hungry on his as he presses Peter against the wall, devouring him.

Peter whines as Tony’s mouth trails over his throat, marking it deeply before he fists a hand in Peter’s hair and pulls, tilting his head so he can kiss all along his collarbones and lick at the soft space in the hollow of his throat.

Tony rolls his hips into Peter’s so he can feel the hard line of his cock as he growls in his ear.

“Can’t even get through a few hours alone, huh baby? You that desperate? Hmm?”

Peter’s breath hitches and he nods, gasping when Tony’s fingers tighten in his hair to hold him still.

“Gonna have to teach you how to wait baby. Gotta learn patience.”

Tony backs away from the wall and carries Peter to his room, lays him down and strips him bare, and then just sits back, looking at him. Peter makes a soft noise, needy and pitchy, slides a hand down to wrap around his cock, only for Tony to bat it away and then capture the other, pinning them above his head in one easy move.

“No touching baby. That’s for daddy,” Tony tells him, smiling dark and dangerously. Peter whines but nods, arches his hips up as though he thinks it’ll get Tony’s attention to his cock, but the older man just backs away, keeps his hips high so Peter can’t make contact.

“Keep your hands there baby,” Tony instructs before sitting back, his weight on Peter’s thighs so he can’t move. Peter watches as he strips off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves so the bronzed skin of his forearms is exposed. He’s so densely muscular, years of working on cars honing his body into a solid weight that feels perfect on top of Peter.

Tony grabs the lube Peter had out earlier and slicks his palm before wrapping his hand around Peter’s cock, smirking when he gasps and tries to arch into it. He strokes him slow and steady, eyes dark and hungry as Peter moans and writhes, gasping Tony’s name as he gets closer, heat building in his stomach.

I’m gonna... he manages to gasp out...and Tony’s hand is gone. Peter sobs at the loss of sensation, whining as his orgasm fades away, tossing his head on the pillow unhappily.

When Tony resumes stroking him he moans and shudders, but it’s only a few minutes later that Tony removes his hand again. “I told you baby, you gotta learn to wait,” Tony croons, hand rubbing Peter’s thigh soothingly as he keens and writhes.

Peter’s not sure how long it goes on for like that—hours, days? All he knows is Tony’s hand on him and the ache in him growing each time it isn’t allowed to break free. He’s sobbing for each breath, tears wetting his lashes as he begs and begs, every nerve in his body like a live wire.

“Want you...in me,” he manages to gasp, begging please please please, and it seems like Tony softens for moment, considering his plea. He nods slowly and grabs Peter’s hips, rolls him into his stomach and then pulls him to his knees, gently pushes his head back down when he tries to lift it.

“Okay baby,” Tony murmurs, “just hold on.”

Peter expects his fingers, lube maybe, but he doesn’t expect—Tony’s tongue, hot and wet over his hole, licking fervently into him. He cries out shrilly, gasping and clutching at the sheets as Tony devours him; licking and sucking at his rim until it feels puffy and loose, tongue thrusting in and moving inside him.

It’s joined by a finger and then another, thick and calloused, firm inside him, stretching as Tony continues to attack his rim. Peter keens when Tony nips at him, the sensation nearly overwhelming as a third finger joins the other two.

He can feel Tony searching, and when his fingers find it, Peter lets out a strangled scream and thrusts back, eyes rolling back as Tony fucks into him. He’s loose and wet and it’s loud, the sound of Tony’s fingers inside him—sloppy in a way that should be disgusting but makes his gut burn with pleasure.

He can feel it rising within him, hot and desperate and he tries, but he can’t form words, just strangled moans of Tony and daddy as he drools info the mattress and then everything goes white; soundless, sightless, senseless.

As sound and sensation creep back in around the edges he’s aware of how hard he’s cum, and the fact that he’s still hard. Tony’s fingers are still in him, and the older man is murming softly.

“Look at you sweetheart, look at the mess you made. That pretty little cock is still hard, huh? Well, you don’t get to cum again till daddy does,” he warns. Peter can hear a belt being undone and a zipper sliding down and then Tony’s fingers slip out of him and he moans at the loss, rocking back to chase them.

Tony laughs softly and turns him around, pulls him into his lap where he’s still dressed, but his cock is out, hard and red and throbbing. He guides Peter up and holds his hips as he pulls him down, eyes hooded and dark as they watch him.

Peter sobs at the sensation; Tony’s cock is thick and long, and it’s, it’s breaking him apart as he sinks down onto it, breath hitching as the head slips past his rim, a sobbing moan sliding from his throat as Tony pushes into him slowly.

It’s too much, too thick, pressing into his soft insides, and it hurts, but not real pain, pain like when he makes himself cum too many times in a row or pokes a bruise—heavy, throbbing sensation that makes him ache for more.

Tears blur his vision as Tony fills him, hard and heavy in his gut, the head of his cock pushing into his prostate like a punch to the gut. He shudders and curls inward, tucks himself into Tony’s chest panting and whining as Tony pushes the rest of the way into him.

He’s so full...it feels like he could split apart at the seams from how Tony’s cock is seated inside him, pressing into him, the weight of it taking his breath away. He’s shivering and breathing unsteadily, and when Tony’s hand makes slow circles over his back and his lips press into his hair, he whines and nuzzles into him further.

“You okay baby? We don’t have to keep going,” Tony murmurs, lips against his ear, voice warm with concern.

Peter shakes his head and sniffles, “S’really full,” he slurs, “s’alot.”

Tony nods and kisses his temple, “I know baby, just breathe, mmkay?”

Peter manages a weak nod and turns his chin so his nose is in the crook of Tony’s neck and his scent floods his nose; warm and spicy with undertones of grease and metal. Tony keeps making slow circles over his back and eventually he realizes he’s rocking his hips, making slow circles of his own on Tony’s cock.

“You ready baby? You gonna ride daddy’s cock?” Tony asks, voice a low hum in his ear.

Peter nods and wraps his arms around Tony’s shoulders as he sits straighter, a little bleary eyed as he stares into Tony’s eyes. The older man smiles and lifts a hand to cup his cheek, a tender expression on his face as Peter gains his rhythm.

“You’re so beautiful baby, all pink and flushed and fucked out from daddy cock. Love those little noises you make,” he murmurs, thumb pressing into Peter’s lower lip and then into his mouth as the boy moans and rolls his hips faster.

Peter is dazed and a little light headed, need swelling within him once more as he rides Tony, gasping and moaning around the fingers in his mouth. His ass burns, stretched open and throbbing at the weight of Tony’s cock thrusting into him, the heat of it filling him till he’s like a ripe fruit, swollen and ready to burst.

He sobs a little as he thrusts faster onto Tony, arching his back as he finds that spot within himself, pleasure like white lightning up his spine every time Tony’s cock drags over it. He’s not even coherent as he lifts himself and slams back down, cries loud and wrecked, chest heaving with every breath.

P-pleaseeeee...daddy! Uhn Uhn Uhn

Tony’s grip tightens on him as he watches his boy, flushed and crying, cock bouncing as he rides him, loud desperate moans filling the small apartment.

He wishes he had the foresight to record this, so he could watch it over and over again when they’re apart—next time, he promises himself. Pleasure burns in his gut as Peter bounces on his cock, tears on his cheeks as he begs to cum, cock drooling heavily on his stomach.

He’s close himself now, and decides to take mercy on his sweet boy. Wrapping his hand around his cock he strokes, twisting at the head and thumbing at the sensitive tip, groaning as Peter wails and jerks, sounds strangling as he bounces harder, faster.

Peter can’t tell where pain ends and pleasure begins; he’s too stretched out and Tony’s touch on his cock hurts, but he needs it, needs to cum, and the thrust of his cock inside him is hard against the bruised walls of his body, but it’s good, so so good and he can’t, he can’t—

Tony sucks a mark to his neck, “Cum for me baby,” he gasps, pressing his nail into the tip of Peter’s cock just as he slams down on Tony’s length. A wail rips from his boy’s throat and then his cum is splattering over his stomach and Tony’s hand and on his suit and he’s shuddering and following after him, spilling hot inside Peter with a groan of his name.

Peter sobs, rocking down on Tony as his cum fills him, hot against his tender insides, slipping out around his puffy, raw rim and he cries, shuddering through each spurt of his own cock into Tony’s hand until he’s got nothing left to give and he’s limp in Tony’s arms.

The older man hushes him as he cries, holds him tight and presses kisses to his face and throat and hair, crooning praise. “So good baby, you were so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Tony gently guides him back against his pillows, pulls out slowly and hushes Peter’s whine at the loss. Peter buries his face in Tony’s shoulder and breathes unsteadily as the older man runs his hands over him, shudders when his thick calloused fingers slide into his hole where he’s wet and open.

“God baby, look at you,” Tony rasps out, voice low and gravelly. “You’re a mess sweetheart. All open and wet with daddy’s cum.”

Peter whines and pushes his face against Tony’s throat, embarrassed but pleased.

“C’mon baby, look” Tony encourages and he finally pulls away, leans up and peers down, flushes when he sees the way his thighs are coated in sticky white, his and Tony’s cum staining his skin.

He collapses back and throws an arm over his eyes, entirely exhausted and wrung out. A dull ache throbs inside him where Tony was, and he can feel his hole trying to tighten, but he’s still loose and dripping cum and he shivers, enjoying the slick sensation of it.

Tony kisses his cheek and pushes his arm off his eyes, gaze worried and soft. “Are you okay Peter? Anything hurt?”

Peter laughs softly and slings his arm around Tony’s neck, draws him down for a kiss that’s uncoordinated and sweet. “I’m ok, promise,” he breathes against Tony’s lips. The older man studies him with a hint of suspicion and then nods, smiling softly.

“Mmkay sweetheart. We’re gonna shower and then you’re gonna eat and watch a movie with me.”

Peter stares at him for a long moment, throat working to produce the words he wants desperately to ask.

“You’re staying?”

Tony’s gaze softens and he nods, leans in for a kiss, “Baby, of course I’m staying—you’re never getting rid of me now,” he promises with a wry little smirk Peter can feel against his mouth.

He grins and pulls him closer, “Good. I don’t want you going anywhere...except inside me.”

Tony laughs and drops his head to Peter’s shoulder, body shaking with laughter and Peter grins; he’s so glad he called that line and found Tony.

Found this.

Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe

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[yestodaymvv]

Words I Couldn’t Say || Park Jisung

Pt. 1  Pt. 2

a/n: hello! oof i’m sorry it took me so long to write part 2 of jisungs au. school has been too much work oof junior year is tough. i also got carried away with writing the second part lol. part 2 is around 2.6k words oof.  anyway, i hope you guys like part 2! send requests or just message me!oof i’d love to make friends and mutuals. have a great day! thank you for reading <3

make sure to read part 1!

Jisung kept his promise and met you outside your house the next day. The both of you walked to school, Jisung explaining the different teachers and how each of them act. It’s more, Jisung complaining about his teachers and giving you negativity about them.

“I’m not kidding Y/N, Mr. Lee is such a weird teacher. He freaks out over the weirdest things and he seems to hate it when students bring water into class. I’m betting, he’s an alien from space and is spying on us before the rest of his pod comes and takes over the world.”

“No Jisung, you’ve got it all wrong. He’s obviously a merman, who would transform when he comes into contact with water. And he obviously fell in love with a land person and because of that, he was shunned from his merpeople pod since falling in love with humans are not acceptable. He decided to live his life with them and he’s just trying to keep his secret so his merpeople world would be safe. Also, you’re not doing a very good job at making me excited for my first day of school.”

“Okay first, it wasn’t my intention to get you excited. I was just going to show you around and educate you about our school. And second, you sure do love love stories huh? A poetry lover and a hopeless romantic. You’re quite the person Y/N.”

Once you both got to school, Jisung was greeted with a group of boys, all with different vibrant colors. There were a total of five boys who came up to Jisung.

“Hey Jisung! Who’s this? Hello I’m Chenle!” the boy with green hair and a wide smile greeted you.

“Hello Chenle. My name is Y/N and I’m new here. I’m in Jisung’s grade and he wanted to help and show me around school today.”

“Ah no, Jisung will do more than show you around, he’ll introduce you to your new friends! Right Jisungie?” responded the boy with blond hair and highlights of blue, red, green, and pink.

“Ahh right, so this is Hyuck, Jaemin, Renjun, Jeno, and Chenle already introduced himself. They’re all seniors and they’re also part of my dance team. That’s how we met one another.”

“You know,” the boy you were just introduced to as Jaemin puts his arm around your shoulder. “I believe you can fit with the six of us perfectly. And hey! At least Jisung has someone to hang out with once we graduate high school this year. He won’t be a little lonely blueberry.”

And Jaemin wasn’t wrong. Just like that the six boys became your best friends for your entirety of junior year. You easily fell into their group, getting close to each one of them in a different and unique way. You found that you had something in common with each of them. Hyuck loved cooking while you loved to bake, so it was common for the both of you to make meals for the five other boys. Chenle had a passion for mathematics and was on the mathlete team and instead of teasing him like the other boys, you encouraged him and assisted him as he would be practicing on different equations and problems. Jaemin and you would be often found doing outdoor activities as it was fun to get outside every once and awhile. On days when the both of you wouldn’t be studying, you and Jeno would get into intense games of table tennis. Renjun was the student body president, with you being the vice president so the both of you would spend a lot of time together, mostly complaining at how dumb the student body is. You even managed to befriend Mark, a college freshman who is part of their dance team unit and also got to meet the other sixteen dancers part of the dance team as a whole.

With Jisung, it was different. It seemed as if you and Jisung were always significantly closer. You had a majority of classes with Jisung and so you were always together. Since you and Jisung were constantly at school together, the both of you would create inside jokes that the others would never get. And living close to one another, the both of you would randomly leave the house and go on night adventures when school was too much to handle. Jisung would constantly come over your house, a plate with your favorite, and shyly ask for help on math. You and Jisung have even become close with one another’s family. You spoke daily to Jisung’s parents and Jisung to yours. There were nights when Jisung would stay over your house for dinner and would hear all the embarrassing stories of you when you were younger. Other nights, You would be at Jisung’s house, having a Star Wars movie marathon along with his parents who would constantly show you Jisung’s old baby pictures.

Chenle would always joke around with you, talking about how you stole his best friend to which you would simply respond with, “He loves me more Chenle. And it’s your fault you’re a year older. We juniors got to stick with each other.” It became a routine, for you and Jisung, to meet with one another on Sundays at the SM Diner and then go to “Books on Books.” It was something that neither ever bothered to invite the others too. The both of you just figured the boys wouldn’t want to stay in a bookstore and read for hours. They would rather be playing video games or go outside playing basketball. On Sundays, you can Jisung would trade books, read them throughout the week, and then come back next Sunday and express your thoughts on the book. You would read his favorite Sci-Fi book and Jisung would have to endure through reading a romance or poetry book that was your favorite.

“Ah Y/N. Romance! Again? Don’t you get tired of reading the same love story over again but just with different names and titles?”

But no matter how many times Jisung would complain about the same cheesy love gesture of giving flowers or the confessing of undying love, Jisung would still come back next Sunday, the book finished and completed, as he hands it to you and murmurs a small, “Okay I’ll give it to you, the book was sort of cute.” It was a tradition. Something that you truly cherished in your heart.

☆

It was another Sunday, and you and Jisung were sitting in the chairs near the romance book section. Both you and Jisung sat there in silence as you were both reading one another’s book choice. You’ve decided to make Jisung read To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. It was one of your favorite books and you just loved the relationship between Peter and Lara Jean. It makes you want to have your own fake boyfriend and fall in love with them. The idea of falling in love in general, was something you wanted.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Mhm”

“Why do you always love reading romance books?”

You looked up from The Son of Neptune, the book Jisung wanted to share with you this week.

“I mean, I get why you love poetry. The way the structure is formed and how it sounds like music if you read it just right. And how poetry is usually written short but has a lot of meaning to it. But I don’t understand why you love romance books.”

You looked at Jisung and stayed silent. You were thinking as to why you loved romance when you looked back at him and spoke.

“I don’t know really. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve never been in love. And I feel as if I won’t ever get to be in love really. The fact that to me, someone falling in love with me would just be, nonexistent. I’m aware I have a lot of flaws and so it just seems like it won’t be easy for someone to fall in love with me. I mean yes, there are people who love me like my parents and family and friends. But, falling in love is a different story. It’s different to love and to be in love. I guess, from reading romance books, I can feel as if I’m someone’s whole world. I can feel as if I am the main character who is being asked to prom or being given flowers to or to be confessed to. No matter how cheesy. To feel as if  someone would do anything for me, to make me feel loved. To choose me, always. To be, I don’t know, their number one best?”

Jisung looked at you with a sparkle you couldn’t recognized. He looked at you, with a soft expression and replied with, “I believe you can fall in love with anyone Y/N. Your haven’t met anyone you couldn’t love. Loving people is a characteristic of you. You always find things to love people about. Falling in love isn’t your problem. You’ve got enough love to give everyone in the world. Falling in love requires the right person and for them to love you back. I couldn’t imagine someone not falling in love with you, Y/N”

☆

It was a few weeks after you spoke to Jisung about falling love when you noticed; he was right. Falling in love required the right person and you couldn’t believe you found him. It was late 6 pm at night, and you and Renjun were still at school, working on Prom. Prom was a few weeks away and you and Renjun needed to finish organizing the dance. The both of you were also in a study group for AP Statistics that worked for 2 hours and so that’s why the both of you were still at school. You sighed heavily as your phone rang. You checked and saw that Jisung has texted you.

Blueberry Boy: Y/NNNNNN where are u? ur not home i need help with math? care to help your ever so loving friend?

You: oof sorry jisung, not tonight. i’m still at school with renjun, working on prom stuff. we’re almost done but i’m really tired and i haven’t eaten dinner yet. i can help you out tomorrow if that’s okay? after your dance practice?

“You texting Jisung?” Renjun said, just as you hit send.

“Mhm. He was asking me where I was.”

Renjun looked at you with a serious expression.

“You know, I’ve never gotten a ‘where are you’ text from him before.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean Y/N is that Jisung is different with you. I’ve never seen him so caring for someone else. Me and the boys, we’ve all been friends with Jisung for 6 years, basically grew up with him, and not once has he ever cared for us the same way he cares about you. And never, in all those years, has he talked about a girl the same way he was talked about you. You make him happy Y/N. Really happy. I hope the both of you will keep your relationship, it’s pure.”

“Renjun, we’re just friends.”

“I know Y/N, all I’m saying is to be careful. If you don’t have the same feelings as Jisung has, don’t run away from him. He cares about you Y/N. He loves you.”

As Renjun finished his last sentence, Jisung came into the room, holding a box of your favorite burger and fries from SM Diner in one hand and a vanilla milkshake in the other.

“Hey Y/N! Renjun. I brought you food Y/N and sorry Renjun, I just figured you already had dinner.”

“It’s okay Jisungie, I’ll just starve as you clearly love Y/N more than me”

“Jisung, what are you doing here?” you ask while giving him a confused look.

“Well I figured, since you haven’t eaten dinner yet, I would bring some food to you. It’s your favorite. Cheeseburger with extra lettuce and grilled onions and extra sauce. I also brought you a milkshake with a spoon because I know how much you love eating your shakes with spoons.”

You stared at Jisung, but this time with admiration and genuine.

“Oh also! You’re parents left to go watch a movie so I figured I should walk with you home. I’m not letting you walk home alone and Renjun lives the other way. I figured I can help both you and Renjun’s mom if she offers a ride. I won’t let you walk home alone in the dark, I can keep you company.” Jisung finishes speaking and gives you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

☆

It was that moment. At that moment, you knew. You do love, and you are now in love. In love with the boy with blue hair. In love with the boy who remembers your favorite foods. In love with the boy who remembered the smallest details about you. So small that even you couldn’t remember. You were in love with the boy who can listen to you go on and on about how much you loved a poem. In love with the boy who makes it a habit to always walk with you to school and wait for you after school just so you can walk back home together. You were in love with the boy who would come over your house and hug you and listen to you as you cried about how stressful junior year was and how you just wanted the world to stop. You were in love with the boy, who welcomed you into this new town with open arms and made you feel so loved that it hurt whenever he wasn’t around. You were in love with the boy who became your best friend. In love, with the boy standing right in front of you.

It was just Jisung and you in “Books On Books” like usual only this particular Sunday was different. You looked up at Jisung, who looked back at you nervously, holding a bouquet of carnations with specks of baby’s breath. In your hand, was the book he decided that you should read this week, opened at the pages where everything was blacked out except a few words exaggerating them.

You came into my life very unexpectedly. It was exciting and frightening, the feelings I would get whenever you were around. It was exciting, for how you always manage to make me the happiest person alive, and frightening for how much power I decided to give you over my heart. I can’t ignore the feeling of love and happiness I feel whenever I’m around you. I love you. I’m in love with you. And so I have to ask you, are you in love with me?

Jisung looks at you with a scared impression. He’s afraid of what you’re going to say. Afraid of if he will leave the bookstore broken hearted or bursting with love.

“I couldn’t tell you. It’s hard to confess to someone face to face, actually speaking words. I have to give credit to all those characters in those romance books who confessed face to face. It’s the words I couldn’t say and have tried to multiple times. I finally had the guts to do it but through a book. A bit pathetic, I know, but Y/N. Do you?”

You looked at Jisung, with love. Your eyes sparkle at the sight of him and your heart flutters as as you see him extend his arms, giving you the bouquet. Of course you loved him. Without a doubt.

“Yes. Yes Jisung. I do love you. I’m in love with you.”

[otmaplusalexei]

The Three Romanovs called “Tsarevich Alexei”

Tsarevich Alexei Alexeievich (Feb 15, 1652-Jan 17, 1670) Alexei was the 2nd son of Tsar Alexei I and his 1st wife Tsaritsa Maria Miloslavskaya, as the eldest son to survive infancy. Though he had the same name as his father, they were apparently named for different saints. Before the age of three he was already viewed as the future of the Russian state, and whenever his father left the capital, young Alexei was considered the temporary ruler. He was well educated and prepared for his future. He was considered a candidate for the throne of Poland, and was betrothed to King Jan II Casimir’s niece, though his early death prevented the marriage from taking place. Besides speaking Russian, Alexei was fluent in Polish and had a good grasp of Latin. He was always quite healthy especially compared to his younger brothers, Tsars Feodor III and Ivan V, but just before his 16th birthday Alexei suddenly fell ill and died.

Tsarevich Alexei Petrovich (Feb 28th, 1690-Jul 17th 1718)

Alexei was the 1st son of Emperor Peter I “The Great” and his first wife Tsaritsa Eudoxia Lopukhina, he had 2 younger brothers who died in infancy. He was named after his grandfather, Tsar Alexei I. Alexei did not have a happy childhood, his parents were complete opposites and soon Peter abandoned Eudoxia which caused Alexei to resent his father and everything he stood for. Peter in turn was constantly disappointed in how his son seemed to follow his mother’s reactionary ideologies and disdain for Peter’s view for Russia’s future. Instead of following in the ancient tradition of the bride show to find Alexei’s future wife, Peter looked to the West. Princess Charlotte of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel was the young girl chosen, her family was well connected, her sister was married to Holy Roman Emperor Charles VI. The couple met once before their betrothal went forward and seemed to get along. Charlotte became the only woman married to a Russian heir to the throne who did not have to convert to Russian Orthodoxy. The couple was married on October 14, 1711 and produced two children: Natalia (1714-1728) and the future Peter II (1715-1730). It was quickly obvious that the marriage was a failure, Alexei cared more about alcohol than he did his wife and soon followed in his father’s footsteps by having affairs and abandoning his wife. After the birth of Natalia, Alexei installed his Finnish serf mistress Afrosinia into the palace. He was unfazed by his wife’s death in childbirth to their younger child, and never showed any interest in his children who were instead raised by his aunt, Natalia Alexeievna. Peter was getting tired of his son’s apathy to learning how to run the Russian state and wrote Alexei on the day of Charlotte’s funeral to either finally take an interest or be cut off. Alexei’s reply was to renounce his claim to the throne in favor of his infant son. Peter agreed as long as Alexei removed himself as a threat by becoming a monk. Alexei persuaded by those who hated his father fled, along with his mistress, to Vienna to seek protection from his father in law. He was eventually found out and persuaded to come back to Russia where under his father’s command he was tortured for information about his father’s enemies and imprisoned. Alexei was convicted of treason for fleeing and collusion and was sentenced to death. His execution never happened as Alexei died from his injuries as a result of the torture he received at only 28 years old.

Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich (Aug 12, 1904-Jul 17, 1918)

Alexei was the long awaited son and heir of Emperor Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra Feodorovna. After 4 daughters the future of Russia remained unsure, the laws written by Pavel I made it virtually impossible for a female to inherit the throne, making a son vital. Finally on August 12, 1904, the nation’s prayers were answered when Alexandra gave birth to a boy, named after Nicholas’ favorite ancestor, Tsar Alexei I. It was soon apparent that there was something tragically wrong with the handsome little boy, he had inherited from his mother the deadly disease, Hemophilia. Hemophilia is a genetic disease that stops the body’s ability to clot blood making any small cut or bump potentially fatal. Alexandra blamed herself for Alexei’s disease and became over protective over her precious little boy. Alexandra found Grigory Rasputin and was convinced that he was sent from God to not only save Alexei, but all of Russia. Alexei was a very clever boy who was able to speak Russian, English, French, and German but his schooling was often interrupted by bouts of ill health. Being the youngest and long awaited boy Alexei was loved and spoiled by his parents and his four elder sisters. Alexei grew up very sheltered but that changed when WWI broke out. He was able to visit the wounded and even went to the front lines with his father and this gave him the chance to be away from his mother’s overbearing nature and give him a chance to see the world. This came to an end when he and his sisters all became ill with the measles while simultaneously protests in the capital city of Petrograd (present day St. Petersburg) caused a revolution that forced their father to abdicate. There is controversy over the abdication, some say there was an earlier version where Alexei was Emperor for about 6 hours until a doctor told Nicholas that with his condition he wouldn’t live past 16, but what is known is that the final and official abdication was signed for both Nicholas and Alexei, giving the Russian throne to Nicholas’ brother Michael who diplomatically refused to accept the throne unless the people voted saying that a monarchy was what they wanted. Such a vote never came and so Michael is also never recognized as being Emperor. After the abdication the family was under house arrest in the Alexander Palace until the Provincial government decided it was best to move them for their safety to Tobolsk. During their stay in Tobolsk, a second revolution, called the October Revolution, deposed the Provincial government and brought to power the extremist leftist group, the Bolsheviks, later called the Communists. Soon the new government wanted to move the family again (now it isn’t entirely clear if they meant to bring the family to Ekateringburg, many have theorized they instead wished to bring Nicholas to Moscow to have a public trial but that the plan fell through and Ekateringburg was just what ended up happening). Only Nicholas, Alexandra, and Maria left Tobolsk at first as Alexei had been in the midst of a hemophilic episode after trying to entertain himself by sledding down some stairs and hurting his leg. Later Alexei, his sisters, and remaining loyal servants joined the others in Ekateringburg. The day to day lives of the family grew increasingly worse, they had little contact with the outside world their guards were increasingly hostile to them, and they were continually stripped of little enjoyments such as looking out the window. Everything came to an end when on the night/very early morning of July 16/17 the family was woken up and told to dress and pack with haste. They were then shuffled down into the cellar and told to wait. Chairs were brought for both Alexei, who still couldn’t walk from his injury, and Alexandra who had been having increasingly bad health. The family was told they would be having a photograph taken of them in order to prove that they were all alive and well, but instead of a camera coming through the door multiple armed men came in. Their leader Yakov Yurovsky read out an edict and before any of the victims had a chance to react a hail of bullets came down on them. Unknown to the executors, the children were wearing garments with jewels secretly sewn in just in case of an escape. These jewels acted as a bullet proof vest which caused them to be shot and bayoneted until Yurovsky and the others were sure that they were all dead. The bodies were taken into the forest but due to the weight Alexei and Maria were taken off of the truck and buried separately from the mine that marked the resting place of the rest of their family. In the 1990s this mine was found and the remains reburied in the Peter and Paul Fortress on the 80th anniversary of their death. The absence of Alexei’s and Maria’s body fueled rumors that they had survived, rumors made famous by Anna Anderson who claimed to be Anastasia. In 2007, however, these claims finally were put to rest by the discovery of their burial place. Alexei and Maria have yet to be reburied with the rest of their family. At the time of his death Alexei was only 13 years old.

[charmedtenderness]

All I Ask of You Pt. 20

“If I’m a monster then it’s true there’s only one thing that’s left for me to do but before I fade to white I’ll do all that I can to make things right” - “Monster” from Frozen

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2832

Summary: There’s somehow even more obstacles

Warnings: Poor execution of creating an antagonist?, ANGST

A/N: Sooo here we are and there’s still quite a bit of plot left, I’m not sure how much, so I hope you’re enjoying this because it’s gonna be going on for awhile!

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It was two weeks after Tina died. Two weeks after Annie had literally murdered someone, well, not murdered. Two weeks after she figured out Peter was Spider-Man. Two weeks after she hadn’t completely apologized for what she said to Peter.

In all fairness, he was ignoring her. Not that she blamed him, she screwed up. The problem was that she didn’t even know if Peter was over it. Granted, Annie couldn’t say too much. She didn’t say much in general over those two weeks. There weren’t many people she could talk to. MJ was the only person Annie sat around during that time. Not that it was a bad thing, Annie sat with her because she didn’t ask questions. Questions that at first everyone had asked, until she consistently refused to answer

Tina’s funeral came and went, and Annie went alone. At first she wanted to ask someone to go with her, but no one would have understood why it hurt her so much. Sure, everyone knew that Tina had been her friend, but no one knew that Annie did feel like it was all her fault. If she hadn’t been so insistent or impulsive. If she had just been a little bit smarter. If she had listened to peter that night. Maybe, just maybe, things would have turned out different, and maybe Tina would still be alive.

Hell, Annie knew that she would have figured out Peter was Spider-Man eventually. It would have made life easier a few weeks ago, but it currently made things worse. She should have told Peter right away, but then she yelled at him instead. And she understood why Ned avoided her as well. They were best friends. She knew that Harper would have done the same if it had been the other way around.

The real question was, what was she waiting for? Annie barely talked to anyone, and she still didn’t let anyone touch her for very long. No one questioned it after she walked into her classes with dark bags under her eyes for a week straight. Everyone assumed it was just the way things were. That it was because of finals week, and she let them think that. It was easier than owning up to murder and having destructive powers.

Yet, something felt wrong without Peter and Ned being around. They didn’t look over at her, and it was like she’d never existed to either of them.

It hurt, but Annie also felt like she understood. When she tried to ask Ned, he told her about Peter’s Uncle Ben. How he’d died a little over a year ago, and Annie felt guilt gnawing at her ever since. That was obviously before Peter told him what happened, and Annie hadn’t thought she hurt him so much. Maybe that was for the best, but she wanted to make up for it.

She needed to have a reason to keep going. That was what she thought as she messed around with the mask charm on her necklace Peter had gotten her.

After school on one of the last days, Annie had went her usual way to the subway station. It was almost impossible to not see Peter and Ned, but she had tried to keep her space from them. She doubted they wanted to see her, but now she just couldn’t take not talking to either of them.

Though she knew that she had mainly hurt Peter. So she quickly chased behind them, having to nearly jog to keep up with them. Not because they were trying to lose her, it was simply how fast everyone went.

“Hey, Peter, c-can I talk to you?” Annie asked, breathing heavily.

Peter looked at Ned and he frowned a bit, “Maybe later? L-look I gotta run.”

“Really? Or are you just angry at me? I-I wanted to-”

“Seriously, I need to run, like now, I’m sorry. You can call me later or something, okay?”

Annie felt a lump in her throat and she couldn’t say anything, “Th-that’s what you said before.”

“And I really need to go,” Peter insisted, his eyes darting around.

Ned nodded, “Yeah, he’s gotta get to his internship.”

“C-can’t I… wait, just wait a sec…” Annie started, but Peter and Ned quickly wove their way out of the crowd, leaving her in the middle of a moving crowd.

Defeated, Annie left the subway tunnel. That whole internship thing was a lie and she knew that now. She had half a mind to say so, but she hadn’t wanted to make things worse. On the sidewalk, she was suddenly stopped when she just couldn’t breathe. All she could smell was smoke and she choked, starting to hack.

There was a fire. There had to be a fire. She didn’t know where it was. There wasn’t any sign of flames or anything. When she looked to see who was next to her, it was some businessman smoking a cigarette. The smoke left her paralyzed. She couldn’t walk and she couldn’t get herself to move for a few moments. How was she supposed to move when she thought so certainly that she was going to die mere moments before.

Quickly, Annie fished her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed Harper’s number. It didn’t pick up the first time, but she kept calling over and over until the line finally clicked.

“Annie, what’s up? Sorry, I was finishing up some school stuff,” Harper answered.

Annie kept breathing heavily and quickly, “I-I can’t breathe.”

“Wait, what?”

“I-I can’t breathe and I can’t move and I don’t know where I’m going,” Annie explained, trying to gasp for air as she felt herself nearing her apartment building.

Harper paused for a moment, “Hun, you need to slow down and you need to go home. I want you to eat something and then go to sleep. You haven’t been doing either of those things, have you?”

“That’s not important! It doesn’t change everything that happned if I eat or if I just starve for the rest of my life! It makes no difference!” Annie yelled into the phone.

“Hey, hey, take some deep breaths. You’re gonna be-”

“I’m not gonna be okay or whatever. I-I can’t even let people touch me, Harper! You haven’t been here! No one’s been talking to me, i-it’s like they know!”

“No one knows, Annie. Come on, if Peter knew, he would have said something by now.”

The line started to crackle and Annie glanced behind her shoulder. That was when she saw something that nearly caused her to drop her phone altogether, “I-I need to go, bye.”

All the way in Seattle, Harper couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Annie hung up on them and their heart nearly stopped. What if she was going to do something stupid? They couldn’t stop Annie from doing anything.

“Shit, okay, think… if you can’t do something… there’s gotta be someone… oh, perfect!” Harper exclaimed, rambling to themself as they pulled up the rest of their contacts.

Peter’s number was still in their phone from Christmas, and they dialed it, “Come on, come on. You gotta pick up.”

They had to keep dialing over and over again before someone finally picked up, “Um… hi? I gotta go I’m busy.”

“I genuinely don’t care Peter. I need you to check on Annie. Like, now.”

Peter was silent for a moment, “I really can’t. I told her to call me back later. That’s gotta work because I can’t see her at any other time.”

“Peter! This is way more than whatever teenage-drama bullshit you both have going on. I don’t know all of what you’re fighting about right now, but I’m not getting into that,” Harper replied, running a hand through their ginger hair, their hands shaking.

Peter sighed a bit, “Then what’s going on?”

“Annie was… well I think she was having a panic attack. Look, she’s been through hell and back. And I can’t get there in time to help her right now. I need you to go over to her and make sure… well, just make sure she isn’t gonna do anything stupid. Can you do that?” Harper asked, “And I fucking swear if you say you’re too busy, then I’ll kick your ass when I do get over to New York.”

“Hey, I got it, I-I’ll get going. I-I’ll let you know what’s going on… or she will… you’ll find out what’s going on. I should go then. Um… bye.” Peter stammered before hanging up the phone.

For a moment, Annie thought she was just seeing things. It was possible, she was going delusional, seeing things that scared her. Constantly thinking of things that left her wanting to throw up. She hadn’t eaten much and she barely slept at all. The odds of her making something up in her head. Making up her own worst nightmare all over again… that was perfectly possible, wasn’t it.

She didn’t say anything at first. Instead she walked towards where she had seen him again. The dark, wet spot was all she needed to see to know that she wasn’t going insane.

More importantly, Annie knew what she had to do. There was no way Peter could do this by himself. He didn’t know Carnival. Carnival was supposed to be gone in the first place. And then if he was anywhere, he was supposed to be in Seattle.

Annie sprinted up to the elevator and could only hope that it would carry her up faster. Neither of her parents were home just yet. She ran into her room, pulling out the suit she had hidden in an old shoebox under a couple of yearbooks. It still smelled like smoke and it made her sick. Still, she pulled on the suit.

Peter couldn’t face anything like Carnival alone and she knew that. She’d already hurt enough people, and she didn’t want to risk hurting Peter. But more importantly than all of that, she didn’t want Peter getting hurt if she could have a say in any of it.

The suit had scorch marks all over it and she noticed it looked like she rolled out of a fire. When she had gotten home that night, she didn’t pay much attention. She just wanted it hidden somewhere that no one else would ever find it. Yet, there she was, hopping out of her window, using her powers, she left the room.

She landed in an alleyway. First, she needed to find Peter, and then she needed to explain everything. Well, everything about Carnival. Everything else that she had gone through could afford to wait.

It was then she saw that same Spider-Man suit swinging just ahead of her. She saw as Peter noticed her, the eyes of his suit going wide. He immediately jumped down from the rooftops he was slinging off of.

“Swan? You’re alive!” he exclaimed once he landed, running towards her and enveloping her in a huge hug.

Annie’s eyes widened, “W-wait, you really shouldn’t… please just let go, please.”

Only it was too late and before he could hear her, Annie had involuntarily blasted him off of herself. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming.

She rushed to where he was, “Shit, Peter, I-”

“Wait… how do you… who said I was Peter?” he asked, trying to get up, but he ended up staying down.

Annie shook her head, “Not important, are you okay? Shit… I-I didn’t mean for this to happen and I-I’m sorry. I-I’m a monster, I shouldn’t have come-”

“No, no, don’t you dare say that! It’s fine. See? I’m still alive, yeah?” he replied, trying to reach for her.

She opened her mouth to argue with him when she heard someone else enter the alleyway. As soon as Annie heard the familiar sounds of laughter, all of her muscles tensed. Annie looked behind her only to see Carnival. The same person she was supposed to be warning Peter about, and it was all happening too quickly for her to know what was going on.

“You’re not the only one still alive. Did this little darling tell you what she did to me?” Carnival asked, stepping forward.

Annie quickly stood up, getting in front of Peter, “I’m not your darling.”

“Bold words for someone with shaky legs,” Carnival pointed out, his clown makeup contorting into a wicked grin.

Annie quickly put up a shield, not wanting to mess around with whatever was going to happen. It was hard to tell what he was going to do. What she did know was that Carnival literally fed off of misery. It was his goal to get miserable people dead, and suddenly everything connected.

She stood there, checking from the corner of her eye to make sure Peter was still there, “Maybe so, but at least I’m not alone.”

“Are you so sure about that? Everyone’s left you. You don’t even have your friends with you. No one knows what you’ve gone through. There’s no purpose in you continuing to go on.”

Annie grimaced, sending an almost uncontrollably strong burst of electricity to him. It wouldn’t do much, and she knew that, but if nothing else it would stop him for a moment.

“H-hey, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I-I’ve been looking for you this whole time. I-I just couldn’t find you, I thought you were dead. But you’re not! You’re okay, and I don’t know who this guy is, but we’ve worked together before-”

“You need to rest. I just threw you into the side of a building,” Annie replied, having forgotten to keep the shield up.

Right as Carnival was about to run and attack Annie, Peter webbed his arm to the other side of the alley.

“You really think your simple powers are enough to stop me?” Carnival asked, laughing.

Annie quickly blocked a burst of power from him, “They were last time.”

Right behind Annie, Peter stood up and he waited for her to take the shield down when she attacked and he snuck out of the barrier. Annie didn’t even noticed, hearing the thoughts she’d been thinking for the last two weeks running in her head at rate that almost made her want to electrocute herself if she could figure out how. All of Carnival’s energy was located on her. She was an easy target. No energy barrier could block thought manipulation.

“You know, most people don’t like it when you poke around their head,” Peter said, trying to web Carnival.

Annie’s eyes widened when she saw what Peter was doing, and she couldn’t tell if he knew what was going to happen. Even though she knew Carnival would break right through the webbing like she could, and then he would hurt Peter. But she was too slow.

It all happened so fast that she barely noticed Carnival not focusing on her. Peter was knocked against the wall again, looking like he was just barely awake.

“NO!” Annie screamed, blasting everything she could think of at Carnival, tears stinging her eyes as she ran to Peter, making sure to keep the shield up.

“Peter, stay with me, please. Just stay awake, come on, Pete,” she repeated.

She couldn’t see what Peter’s expression was under the mask, “H-how do you know who I am?”

“That’s… that’s not important, just stay with me, please, Peter, I need you,” Annie whispered, her voice cracking/

Peter saw the mask charm on the necklace around her neck, “Annie?”

Annie saw him pass out and she shook her head, “No, no, no, wake up, Peter!”

“I always loved seeing you so hysterical, but you were never like this before,” Carnival commented, pacing back and forth, the clown makeup on his face twisting into an evil grin.

Then, for just a moment, Annie felt a wave of nothingness. No hysterics. Peter wasn’t going to be able to help her. It was all on her and she had to save him. And she would be damned if she didn’t do just that or get herself killed in the process.

Constantly blasting energy and converting everything should have left her wiped, but she couldn’t bring herself to notice how exhausted and slower her actions got over time. At least, until Carnival finally got a hit in, blasting her back.

She couldn’t feel anything except the cold cement. It was slightly wet from rain earlier, and if she looked, she could see Peter passed out. At least, she hoped he was passed out. She should have taken the mask off so she could see.

There was no way she’d be getting up any time soon. If anything, she felt her eyelids start to flutter shut. The world felt heavy.

Annie could have sworn that she saw a red and gold suit land close by, but that had to be a hallucination. Except that it wasn’t, and she knew that she was seeing Iron Man himself.

In that exact moment, everything went black.

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire 

Chapter 10: Mayhem at the Ministry

Isn’t it strange that there is no wizarding equivalent to telephones? Mrs. Weasley had to wait all morning to find whether her family was alright, because there seemingly was no way to contact her. Like obviously they couldn’t talk to her through Floo powder, and strangely enough it is only in book 7 that we see Patronuses used as messengers. It is 1994, so internet and mobile phones weren’t already a thing (at least we had neither at the time), but Muggles still had television and the radio to get news quickly (Mrs. Weasley learns about what happened at the World Cup from the paper), and you could call your loved ones to tell them you are okay. And we know electricity doesn’t work at Hogwarts, because there is too much magic that would affect it, but what about ordinary wizarding households? Like there is always this complete absence of all things Muggle both at Hogwarts and the Burrow, but I think that at least among half-blood and Muggleborn wizards & witches there would be a more balanced mix. If you grow up with Muggle inventions you don’t give them up the second you get a wand.

‘It’s all I’ve been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn’t get enough O.W.Ls? Oh, Fred … George …’ – First of all, that is the reason why I try not to leave in anger and to reconcile before I say goodbye to someone, because I am paranoid and you never know what will happen. Second, Molly just assumes Voldemort is back, like an actual possibility. So is it common belief among wizards that Voldemort is only mostly dead? I think Horcruxes are so rare and so un-heard of that most people wouldn’t know about them or the actual reason why Voldemort couldn’t die that night. I think it is more a sign of how afraid they are still (next to not saying his name) that they believe he is powerful enough to come back at any given moment. He has become a myth, someone so abstract and unhuman and deeply evil, that common sense doesn’t apply to him.

“But I was dreaming about him … him and Peter – you know, Wormtail.” – Harry initially refers to Peter, before he corrects himself and says Wormtail. It kind of reminds me of comic book heroes and villains, who always have an alter ego, and the difference between the public figure and the person behind it. Both Voldemort and Wormtail have the effect to dehumanize the person behind the names. When Harry refers to Voldemort as Tom he does it to take away some of his power, but when he refers to Wormtail as Peter he does it to make Peter more human. Which in this case make his actions even worse, because isn’t just some villain without any identity, but he was a friend of the Potters, a real person, which makes his betrayal so cruel.

Ah Hermione. While she does get more sensitive to other people’s needs, I think Ron can give Harry something she can’t. Sometimes people don’t want to talk about their problems, sometimes they need a distraction. And I think especially in this book it becomes evident that Harry needs both of his best friends, that Hermione and Ron balance each other out, but also in what they can give Harry.

“Mrs Weasley glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. Harry liked this clock. It was completely useless if you wanted to know the time, but otherwise very informative. It had nine golden hands, and each of them was engraved with one of the Weasley family’s names. There were no numerals around the face, but descriptions of where each family member might be. ‘Home’, ‘school’ and ‘work’ were there, but there was also ‘lost’, ‘hospital’, ‘prison’ and, in the position where the number twelve would be on a normal clock, ‘mortal peril’.” – Don’t we all love and want such a clock? I wonder if the clock got updated, once all the children were married and had children of their own, or if (because that would make one very large clock) each Weasley child later had a similar clock at their home? And were all the hands during the war constantly on ’mortal peril’? Did at one point the hands tried to be both at ‘school’ and ‘mortal peril’?

“‘Why is everything I own rubbish?’ said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeon’s beak.” – Obviously Pigwidgeon isn’t rubbish, but this slowly prepares us of Ron’s mindset starting this year, him being tired of only owning second-hand things or things that are not proper (like Pig compared to Hedwig). It doesn’t matter along his family, because they are all used to have no money, but it matters in Hogwarts, surrounded by children whose families don’t have any financial struggles. Ron compares his own achievements with those of his older brothers, and his material belongings with his classmates, and he always seems to lose. And both Harry and Hermione are wealthier than him, and are in his eyes more talented: Harry is a very talented Quidditch player, Hermione has top marks in everything. And on top of that is Harry’s fame. It is everything Hermione later tries to explain to Harry, trying to make him understand why Ron is so jealous of him.