#infinty edge

[blackxenergy]

Transitional Deck - Backyard a sizable, uncovered transitional backyard deck

[racingatthespeedoflove]

Craftsman Pool Ideas for remodeling a mid-sized craftsman backyard swimming pool with a unique shape.

[littlemuppetmonsters]

patricks vocals in infinity on high are so insane

[morningstarseniorlivingblog]

Transitional Deck - Backyard

[dailypavitr]

Pav's history in chronological order

Okay, okay. So. If y'all are curious as to what are the comics you have to read to get a pixel of Pavitr or and in what order, I got you. Now, want to clarify something:

If you only want to read the two volumes of Spider-Man: India, that's legit. The only thing you'll miss is why is he in Earth-616 at the very begging, but nothing that jarring.

Early life and becomig (a) Spider-Man

Easy peasy, it's only four issues! The first comic is, obviously: Spider-Man: India (2004).

Spider-Verse Related

Now, overall, Pavitr is pretty much a side side side character in the Spider-Verse, but has his moments!

Spider-Verse Event (2014). Like, all of it, yeah. Reading order in here.

Deadpool: Too Soon? Infinite Comic #6. Seems odd, right? Well, yeah; that's because he only appears in like, two panels, LOL. But he appears! That's something. Hobie also appears! And they play baseball against a bunch of Wolverines.

Spider-Verse (Vol. 2) (2015). Secret Wars Event.

Web Warriors (2015). He's the genius of the group! Has great great moments.

Spider-Geddon (2018) (second Spider-Verse Event; third if you count the Electroverse thing) (also HERE is where you can see him with a freaking BEARD). Reading order in here.

End of the Spider-Verse (2022). More importantly, Edge of Spider-Verse (2022) #3 is the tie in for his main vol. 2 series! Reading order in here.

He survived the End of the Spider-Verse!

Now you can read Spider-Man: India (2023) in peace! Knowing that he lived to tell us about all The Horrors(TM).

And after Spider-Man: India (2023) he was kinda kidnapped by Loki along with Black Cat (616), in Marvel Voices Infinty Comics (#75 to 76).

He dances Bollywood (probably) songs in Free Comic Book Day: Marvel Voices #1 (2024)!

Now he's part of the Spider-Society (2024)!

This new Spider-Verse will be released on August, 14! So stay tunned to see if baby boy Pavitr will be in more than one panel!

[kroosluvr]

hihihi! don't know if you read these but i so frequently enjoy your art that it felt like i should say something about it, it's so so pretty and maybe i'm biased because i'm badly obsessed with the royal trio (like, constantly on my mind, building an ita bag about it types of obsessed) but when something you care so much about gets barely represented and you see somebody put so much time and effort and skill into it it's not just nice it's like feeling seen y'know? i appreciate the art you put out there so so much :3

especially when it's like, sumi centric seeing as i think she sometimes gets kind of lost or delegated to a third wheel to the other two when i think she deserves the world actually. :D i hope you are having such a good day

OH MY GODDD ANON THANK U SO MUCH!!! IM SO GLAD U ENJOY MY ROYAL TRIO STUFF!!!!! i totally totally understand you which is why im drawing so much of them lately!!!! i feel like although they're pretty "popular" (and each character is really popular on their own) their inbetween connections/dynamic is not that explored? which fueled my brainworms and im so glad i started sharing my ideas and drawing royaltrio lots more bc everyones been so kind and its been so fun for me!!!! and i keep getting so many kind messages LIKE FRM YOU and it makes me so unbelievably happy ///w///

(BTW ITABAG OMGFGGG ID LOVE TO SEE IT WHEN UR DONE?!??! anons can send in images so.. eheh.. only if u want ofc but. omg id die to have a royaltrio itabag but im very disorganized irl so i dont have Much merch bc i. i be losing shit)

and sumi centric FOR SURE!!! she's my favorite character :') ive said this before but i got into p5 for joker but i stayed for sumire............ idk smth abt her just pulls my heartstrings just right. i love her so much eeEEEE so im glad to give her some share of the spotlight that she deserves... //w// ive been a fan of p5 since 2018ish and royal since its release but.... my art wasn't all that back then so i (very frustratingly) wasnt able to draw the sumire/royaltrio/etc content that i wanted to see but.... now i have the time and the ability (SORTA!!!! still working on my art i know its also still not all that) to draw it so i will KEEP WORKING HARD EHEHHEHE

i think often sumire is outcasted from the other thieves which well. given that shes a dlc chara basically. makes sense but it also gives me a lot of room to think about her and spin some new ideas :3 double edged sword!!! but yeah YEAHYYEAH im really happy to hear that people like how i characterize her!!! i like to give her some edges and bitterness and frustration that canon didn't give her......

sorry i talk so much but genuinely your comments make me so happy to hear!!! ///w/// i will continue dishing out royaltrio content.... i mean it when i say i have so many ideas and i really dont know when ill run out............. infintie serotonin & inspiration works

edit: I HOPE UR HAVING A GOOD DAY/NIGHT TOO ANON!!! i just went out ot get coffee and pastries nad stuff so im straight up BALLING

[odinsson2021]

Here is the playlist of my program that just ended.

Thank you for listening and 'till next Saturday 8 O' Clock PM (CET)

Your DJ Odinsson!

Stormwitch-Rondo ala Turca-Eye of the Storm-1989-(Hot Blood Records) Kansas-Carry on Wayward Son-Leftoverture-1976-(CBS Records) Journey-Wheel in the Sky-Infinty-1978-(CBS Records) Boston-More than a Feeling-Boston-1976-(Epic Records) Cher-Turn back Time-Heart of Stone-1989-(Geffen Records) Steve Perry-Oh Sherrie-Street Talk-1984-(CBS Records) Stevie Nicks-Edge of Seventeen-Bella Donna-1981-(WEA Records) Dare-The Raindance-Out of the Silence-1988-(A&M Records) Captain Black Beard-Break (Into Forever)-Neon Sunrise-2022-(Mighty Music Records) Nestor-Perfect 10 (Eyes like Demi Moore)-Kids in a Ghost Town-2021-(Nestor Prestor Music Group) H.E.A.T-Come Clean-H.E.A.T II-2020-(earMusic) Palace-Origin of Love-Rock and Roll Radio-2020-(Frontiers Records) Passion-Lost in the Dark-Passion-2020-(Frontiers Records) David Reece-Down to the Core-Blacklist Utopia-2021-(El Puerto Records) Xandria-Ghosts-The Wonders still Awaiting-03.02.2023-(Naplam Records) Dream Evil-Immortal-In the Night-2010-(Century Media Records) Helloween-Out for the Glory-Helloween-2021-(Nuclear Blast Records) Kissin’ Dynamite-Not the End of the Road-Not the End of the Road-2022-(Napalm Records) KK’s Priest-Hail for the Priest-Sermons of the Sinner-2021-(Ex1 Records) Saxon-Battering Ram-Battering Ram-2015-(UDR Records) Starblind-Darkest Horror-Darkest Horrors-2014-(Stormspell Records) Steeler-Strike Back-Strike Back-1986-(Steamhammer Records) Stormwitch-King George-Bound to the Witch-2018-(Massacre Records) Falconer-Desert Dreams-From a Dying Ember-2020-(Metal Blade Records) Forceful-Rest in Peace-Rise or Fall-2018-(Eigenproduktion) Blind Guardian-Mr. Sandman (Single)-1996-(Virgin Records)

[amimimi]

YALL!!!

joe wearing an anklet will forever be sexy omfg

[geminimoonbeamx]

Nope NOPE NOPE

Pretty much Thanos can catch my fade touching all my babies like that

[werealljustwinginit]

Help, I’m too emotional over seeing my daring son, Tony Stark’s new bleeding edge armor. He built that beautiful suit. His mind is beautiful. His work is beautiful. His heart is beautiful. And tbh his face too. Wow. I seriously need to go lie down…I’m shook.

[bucksfucks]

So I have this headcannon that has been stuck in my ol brain for MONTHS and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Nomad!Steve from Infinty War. When he goes off the grid after Civil War, what’s he really been doing is hiding out in a cabin with his girlfriend having hot sex on every surface but most importantly the balcony that overlooks the mountains. I’ll leave now. Had to share with someone.

mountainside ; nomad!steve

summary || steve needs something to give him a release and you do just that.

warnings || possessive and rough steve, blowjobs, slight face-fucking, semi-public sex, bicep choking (??), overstimulation, breeding kink — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

nomad!steve is desperate for any sort of release he can get post civil war and it just so happen that you’re able to give him the one thing he so hopelessly been searching for; control. he goes off the grid, leaving behind no trace of him as he practically builds the cabin surrounded by trees all by himself. 

you’re there by his side, steve vowing to protect you from anything and anyone. steve can be sweet, loving, and caring, but most of all, steve is possessive and love feeling you writhe under him. “i know you want it, baby, so come and get it.” he taunts, sitting upright by the headboard as you’re sitting at the foot of it. 

his cock is standing tall and proud, leaking with pre-cum as you slide onto your tummy in between his thick thighs. his beard has grown in nicely, along with his hair. “that’s a good girl, play with me, show me how much you love my cock.” 

you don’t need to be told twice, wrapping your hand around his shaft and pumping him slowly before your mouth is circling his tip. he holds back nothing, no moan or groan is muffled as his hips buck into your hollowing cheeks. “such a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well.” he praises, gripping the back of your neck before you’re pulled off of him. 

“want the world to see you, baby. want everyone to hear you scream.” he purrs in your ear, leading you to the balcony that over looks the beautiful mountainside. it’s chilly outside, the sun just starting to set as steve cages you into it with his large body. 

“don’t hold back, sweet girl. want you to scream my name so loud it echos.” he whispers, fingers teasing your clit as he spreads your legs apart. he has you falling over his fingers multiple times, loving the way you melt under his touch. 

“i think you’re ready for my cock, gonna have you nice and full of my cum when i’m through with you.” he promises, thrusting deep into you without warning as you’re edged forward against the railing. you’re holding onto it tight, not in fear, but from the way steve’s cock is nudging your g-spot. 

he has to hold you up, one arm snaked around your waist and the other bicep is curled around your neck as he fucks you mercilessly. he knows you’re his and that he’s yours. it’s the control he’s been chasing, the high he gets from you is all he’s ever wanted. 

“gonna cum ‘side you, fill you up nice and full ‘till you’re leakin’.” he growls, your walls clenching around his cock as you orgasm for the nth time that day. you feel light and dizzy as he bites down on your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your flesh as he cums inside of you. 

he’s filling you full, the thought of seeing you swell with his child only makes his cock twitch as you fall back against his chest. it’s firm and muscled, but soft and inviting as he picks you up to run a warm bath for you. 

literally every single surface of that cabin has been fucked on, including every single wall 

[babypinkhearts]

SPOILERS FOR BANANA FISH:

i recently finished banana fish a few days ago.

it... hurt. a lot more than i thought it would.

it’s more of the fact that... it seemed it was going to be a happy ending. but at the last couple of minutes - it went south. in this kind of... review (?) i’ll be mostly talking about episode 24 of banana fish. it’s been on my mind for too long. i need to talk about it. i feel like it’s the starting point to my journey of coping. i want to talk about my interpretations and what really stuck out to me.

i want to talk about character development - on what i felt while watching the last ten minutes of this masterpiece of an anime.

smiles, then gradually increased tears.

a tumble down an unexpected edge.

not spoiler free.

•••

ash lynx is incredible. a damaged individual - raising high above anyone’s expectations. living out the teenage years of his life in pure agony, going through the trauma of being sexually assaulted, killing others just to survive... it’s mentioned numerous times that no one, especially at his age, should endure such pain.

unlike... eiji. eiji, a japanese boy, foreign to america. eiji okumura would be described as faint - and as compared before, innocent. with one injury - his life changes in a blink of an eye. former pole-vaulter... now, damaged. his spirits are crushed... though a recommendation to tag along in a visit to america brightens his world.

an adventure that can be described as... bittersweet.

something so beautiful, so captivating, but heartbreaking to continue.

his adventure in meeting ash lynx.

i adore them. so much.

but.

i feel like i have a record player in my head with a broken pause button.

because everytime i close my eyes, i envision one word.

one word that i won’t be able to look at without feeling some sort of pang in my chest.

sayonara.

pain, right?

two individuals - both a bit broken.

one, with dreams.

the other, with... everything.

eiji okumura. i see him... as an angel.

an angel sent to someone with unbearable pain.

a light in a tunnel of dark.

within one meeting - you can practically see ash’s heart expand.

just a little.

and within their journey,

the expansion reaches to infinty.

to the point where ash lynx would rather die than have eiji okumura hurt.

and as we see later on...

his efforts are mutual.

eiji shows ash love.

he shows him how to care.

from the persona ash had built for himself - we see it crumble under the presence of eiji.

it was almost like he could be the only one to witness it.

ash implemented his full trust to him.

but,

this creates a weakspot for him.

it’s well-known.

everyone is aware.

some express it more subtly than others.

ash... is ash when he’s with eiji.

he can be himself.

he’s found someone... someone so perfect for him.

but he can’t be with them.

he comes to realize this after endless hours of thinking.

it’s clear that within their last exchange at the hospital.

ash knows he can’t bare with putting eiji in anymore danger.

so,

he steers himself away.

it kills him to do it - that much is certain.

tears are dropped. you can practically feel his emotions.

but to his conclusion-

it’s for the better.

sing, someone clearly invested in the pair, despises ash’s decision.

he has witnessed the bond of their relationship first hand.

which is why at the airport-

he can’t bring himself to tell eiji that ash didn’t say anything.

so he comes up with something on the spot.

meanwhile - ash is reading through eiji’s letter.

emotions pool in his eyes.

there’s a visible smile on his face.

he seems... genuinely happy.

eiji okumura is ash lynx’s weak spot.

with his lack of attention to his surroundings-

ash gets stabbed.

or maybe...

he saw it coming.

we don’t know.

what was going through his mind?

why was he not more alert?

did he-

ash lynx was ready to go.

it was his time.

he doesn’t call for help.

he knows what a fatal wound is.

he knows what it means.

his last moments are spent reading through the ending of eiji’s letter.

the paper is splattered with dots of his own blood.

with frail hands, he holds it up to his vision.

up until he loses consciousness.

his head gently falls on to the table in front of him.

he gracefully passes.

there’s a smile on his face.

he’s happy.

eiji okumura is a light to his world.

ash lynx was a symbolization of hope for eiji.

their relationship is one like no other.

maybe in this life - it’s an ending to their adventure

...

but a beginning to a new start.

because-

their souls will always be with each other.

[myarmsaretoolong]

Please...

@whumptober2020​ Prompt #5 - Please... | No More | “Stop, please”

Word Count: 1337

Synopsis:  Peter and Tony wake up in a foreign room, the person who put them there will do anything to get what they want.

Read Under the Cut | Read on AO3

Peter’s eyes snapped open, head flying upright as he came to his senses and gulped down lungfuls of air. He sat in an uncomfortable, metal chair, restraints around his wrists and ankles, in a small, dingy room. Tony sat opposite with his chin lolled to his chest. “Mister Stark?” he hissed, trying to yank his arms free. “Mister Stark, can you hear me?”

Tony groaned and forced open his eyes groggily, slowly lifting his chin to meet Peter’s scared gaze. “What the- Pete, is that you?”

“Yeah,” Peter tugged at his restraints again, they didn’t budge. He noticed Tony watching his efforts, “Can’t break them, must be vibranium.”

“That means whoever did this came prepared,” Tony said, his voice dangerously low.

“You’d be correct there,” said a voice from somewhere behind Peter. It had a sharp edge to it that caused a shiver to run down his spine. “I know all about the so-called Spider-Man, who he is under the mask.”

“What do you want from us,” Tony growled.

“I’m getting to that,” she snapped. “You see, I learned a lot about the Avengers in my search for answers. Half of the world’s population taken away just like that,” she snapped her fingers, “at the hands of aliens. That’s one thing. It’s true we’re no strangers to aliens in New York. But everyone coming back? At the hands of mere humans? That’s something else entirely.”

“How about you skip the monologue and get on with the part where you tell us your evil scheme,” Tony spat. 

She walked into the light cast from a lamp hanging between Tony and Peter. “The Infinity Stones, right? I had to break through a lot of firewalls to get that information, then again, my wife always said I was nothing if not determined. She died in a car crash, just over five years ago. Police went to check on the other driver, all they found was a pile of dust.”

A chill settled throughout Peter’s body. Avenging the death of a loved one could easily take over one’s soul, Peter knew that all too well, and it could drive a person to any lengths.

“The driver got to come back, but not my wife. She died because of the Snap, and she stayed that way. Now tell me, Stark, how is that fair?”

Tony bit his tongue, knowing that saying the wrong thing would only make their predicament worse. Besides, it wasn’t fair, hundreds, thousands probably, of people around the world had died from Snap related causes, and they weren’t ever coming back. 

The woman rounded on Peter, staring daggers into his soul. “I want to know where these stones are so I can bring my wife back to life, and you’re going to tell me where they are.”

Peter forced his face into something he hoped was fierce, or at least not scared out of his mind. Lips pressed together, staring back at her, unwavering. “No.”

Her face twisted into a smile. “I thought you might say that, so I brought a little encouragement.” She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckledusters. Slowly, so that both Peter and Tony could see them as clear as day, she slipped them over her fingers. 

“Hit me all you want, I’m not going to tell you.”

“No,” she chuckled, “No, I thought you’d say that, too. And probably mean it.” As she turned to face Tony, Peter realised what exactly she was planning to do. “That’s why I brought him along.”

“Pete,” Tony forced his voice flat, not giving away the fear he was undoubtedly feeling. “Don’t tell her, no matter what. You can’t.”

Peter knew that. Of course, he couldn’t go around telling a crazed stranger that they had, in fact, discovered time travel and not only retrieved, but returned the Infinty Stones to their own timelines. That would only bring about a whole new line of questioning anyway. So he steeled his nerve, met Tony’s eye, and nodded. 

The woman landed the punch on Tony’s cheekbone, the force enough to snap his head to the side. He spat out a wad of blood and turned back to face her, a trickle of blood dripping from his wound. Peter’s eyes pricked with tears, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out as she hit Tony again and again. He had to look away, but there was nothing to stop the sound. The smack of her fist meeting Tony’s face, the crunch of his bones fracturing, the drip of blood hitting the floor and clink of his metal restraints. Screams of pain.

He couldn’t take it anymore, Peter might not be the one landing the punches, but he was as good as causing them. “Stop it!” he yelled, his voice annoyingly high pitched. “Please! Leave him alone.”

She stopped and turned back to Peter, Tony’s blood splattered across her face and clothes and dripping from the now red knuckle dusters. “Tell me, and I will.”

Peter remained silent, though a battle raged inside his head. She stepped to the side, revealing Tony’s slumped form in the chair. He managed to pull himself upright and lift his head, though it tilted slightly to the side. Bile rose in Peter’s throat as he looked on at his would-be-father, sunken eyes darkened by deep purple bruises, blood dripping from his chin and staining his white shirt. 

“Pete,” Tony croaked, straining at the effort it took. “Don’t.”

“She’s gonna kill you!” Peter yelled back, fighting against the restraints with all his strength. He turned to the woman, “Please, stop this!”

She had a dangerous glint in her eye as she stepped up to Tony again and ran a finger along his jawline. Tony barely had the strength to flinch away. In a blur of movement, she moved to his side and balled her empty fist in his hair, forcing him to keep his head up and look at Peter. “See what you’ve done? How easily you could’ve avoided this if you’d just tell me where the stones are.”

“They’re gone!” Peter shouted, tears streaming down his face.

“They were ‘gone’ once before, yet somehow the Avengers managed to use them again.”

“Pete…” Tony’s voice was barely a whisper, his face all but covered with his own blood. 

Peter focused his gaze on the woman, hoping to appeal to her sense of humanity. If she even had one. “Can’t you see he’s about to die? What good is getting your wife’s back if you’ve taken another life to get her?”

“His life is entirely in your hands, Peter. Tell me how to get the stones, and this is all over.”

Another set of voices reached Peter’s ears and he found himself loving his superpowered senses more than he ever had before. He recognised those voices, he only had to keep her distracted so she didn’t hear them, too.

“They’re destroyed. The stones are gone, and you can’t get them no matter how much you want to. You don’t think I’d love to bring back the people I’ve lost? They simply don’t work like that.” 

The voices grew louder, just outside the wall to his left. Peter risked a glance in that direction; the woman followed suit, her eyes narrowed. “What-”

The wall exploded inwards, chunks of concrete and metal flying towards Peter and Tony as the room filled with dust and shouting. Peter breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately regretted it as he sucked in lungfuls of dust. 

The woman tried to run, but Steve and Bucky chased her down in a matter of seconds. Natasha appeared in front of Peter, her face laced with concern. “Are you hurt?”

Peter shook his head rapidly. “Mister Stark…”

“Sam’s with him.”

As if on cue, Sam called out. “Hey Cap, get that shield over here. We need to get them out and back to the facility.” Steve jogged over to them and brought his shield down on Tony’s restraints. 

Natasha placed her hand on Peter’s shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve got him, now. Everything is going to be okay.”

The last thing Peter remembered seeing before being set free, was Sam carrying a limp Tony back to the Quinjet.

[giftsforuchidachi]

Gift for Uchidachi!

iii.

Pairing: Hawke x Merrill

Summary: Hawke is interrupted while trying propose to Merrill, but as the saying goes, third time’s a charm.

i.

The first attempt would have been the fairytale proposal Merrill deserved.

Hawke fidgeted while Merrill wasn’t looking. It was so unlike her but she couldn’t help but feel weak every time Merrill turned her bright eyes to her in excitement as they strolled through some rich politician’s garden in high town. Technically, it was trespassing, but Varric owed Hawke a favor, and now the owner of said garden was going to be preoccupied for at least an hour. More than enough time for Hawke to work up the courage to get down on one knee. She followed a half a step behind her lover, listening to Merrill as she rattled off the names of all the flowers, and herbs, and while no one was watching, gathered a few samples to take with her. 

“Let it be our secret,” she whispered, holding a flower to her lips. 

Hawke’s heart missed a beat.

Merrill’s fingers wound themselves between Hawke’s, and tugged her further along the path, continuing to denote the various flora and their uses. Hawke sighed as she watched the love of her life’s eyes light up each time they turned down a new path, fixating on the next new plant. She could listen to soft lull of Merrill’s voice all day, but today unfortunately time wasn’t going to allow for that.

At the edge of the garden stood a giant willow tree, it’s flowers just beginning to bloom. Merrill released her hold on Hawke to spring forward, dipping between its long hanging branches.

Pressing a hand against the tree’s trunk Merril said, “Mmm, she is happy here.”

“How can you tell?” Hawke parred the curtain of branches, and stepped into its shade.

“I can feel it, here” Merrill beckoned, out stretched fingers reaching for Hawke.

Hawke obliged. Merrill pressed Hawke’s left hand to trunk, and placed her own over, matching how Hawke had splayed her fingers. Merrill’s hands were much smaller, with thin fingers than nearly reached Hawke’s fingertips. They were scarred, little knicks around her knuckles and slashed over the wider parts. But they were soft against Hawke’s skin, a stark contrast to Hawke’s calloused ones.

Hawke’s breath caught when she felt a small pulse of mana shoot through her fingers, connecting her to the tree. She could almost feel a pulse beneath her palm.

“You feel that?” Merrill whispered.

Hawke stepped closer, leaning into Merrill’s lithe frame. Pressing a kiss to her temple, she said, “Yes.”

Merrill hummed her contentment, and rested her head against Hawke’s cheek.

“She was planted here as a sapling. You can feel her youth flowing through her branches. Even though she’s not from here, she’s taken root and claimed it as her own. The soil has embraced her. She is happy.”

“Does she want to stay here though,” Hawke wondered, “or would she rather return to where she came from?”

“How would she Hawke, she’s a tree.”

Hawke let out a breathless laugh, the implication Hawke was trying to subtly convey getting lost in translation. Hawke broke their connection with the willow and spun Merrill around to face her. She took both of Merrill’s hands in her own.

“Merrill, are you happy here, with me?”

Merrill’s eyes widened. “Hawke, of co—“

The sound of dogs barking from the northern side of the garden made both women jump, Merrill clutching harder onto Hawke’s hands. The sound of their paws hitting the stone pathway was growing louder at a alarming speed.

“Shit, we gotta go,” Hawke took off, Merrill in tow, through the curtain of swaying branches, and out the southern gate.

ii.

The second attempt was sidetracked by petty revenge.

Upon descending into lowtown, after their escape from Hightown, they decided to wander through the pop up market. New merchants and old gathered in the square to sell their wares. Merrill kept close to Hawke, hovering by her side. Hawke silently cursed herself for wasting that perfect opportunity. A different kind of grand gesture was going to have to do. Perhaps in the heart of the square, she could just announce her intentions, sweep Merrill off her feet to the sound of cheers and applause from the nosy onlookers. She glanced over her shoulder at a curious Merrill, eyeing the various stalls as they slowly made their way through the crowd.

Hawke took a deep breath. They were only a few paces away from the center. It was now or never.

“Oi, you!”

An angry voice shouted in their general direction. Hawke whipped around to see an all too familiar merchant pointing directly at her with one hand, face red with rage, while waving madly with his other to a Templar guard.

“Andraste’s tits, this bloke is still mad at us?”

“You did blow up his stall last month, Hawke.”

“No, Anders blew it up with a well-timed fireball. We knew he was carrying illegal substances and trying to sell them to slavers. It wasn’t my fault those substances were flammable.”

The Templar slowly turned his head and stared directly at Hawke. With a swift motion of his hand, he signaled and three more Templars seemingly spring out of thing air. “Arrest them,” the guard captain bellowed, and then charged at the pair.

It was Merrill who reacted first, grabbing Hawke and taking off in the opposite direction. She led Hawke through the market, weaving between merchant stalls and laughing between breaths. The guards giving chase were no match in their heavy armor in the midday sun, their bulk getting caught in throng of the crowd. Hawke knew they were in no real danger, and let Merrill guide them safely through lowtown, ducking into an ally to catch their breath.

“It is never a dull day with you, vhenan,” Merrill said, pressing her forehead to Hawke’s chest. Hawke could feel each rise and fall of Merrill’s own, and synced her breathing in time.

“Never,” she whispered against Merrill’s hair, “it could be like this, forever you know.”

“I know,” Merrill lifted her head to look Hawke in eyes, “And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Merrill’s hand cupped Hawke’s face as she stood on her toes to place a tender kiss on Hawke’s lips. “I would spend all my days running, if it meant I would get to be with you.”

“Truly?” Hawke slid one arm around Merrill’s waist, and placed her free hand over Merrill’s where it rested on her face.

Merrill opened her mouth to speak, but was drowned out by the cries of smug Templars, who had finally caught up to them.

“Truly!” Merrill yelled over the roar of the Templars as they thundered down the narrow alley, and let Hawke lead them towards the docks.

When they made it, a familiar voice called out to the fleeing pair.

“I’ll take it from here,” Isabela said with a wink, dagger spinning in her hand as she leapt from the bow of ship.

A blueshifted blur sped past Hawke in flash, and the sudden strangled cry that echoed after it left no doubt in her mind that no one was going to follow them after this point. Fenris would make sure of that.

iii.

The sunlight that filtered through the trees left shifting patterns on the forest floor, swaying with each passing breeze. Merrill’s fingers were loosely entwined with Hawke’s as they strolled off the main path. Merrill had taken some of the flowers she had cut and braided them into her hair, adding pops of pink and yellow to her dark locks. She still held onto to one, twirling it aimlessly as they walked.

When they reached a clearing with a babbling stream Hawke stopped.

“Merrill,” Hawke started, voice getting caught in throat. She swallowed.

Confused, Merrill turned, a question forming on her lips.

Before someone or something, could ruin the moment again, Hawke reached into her pocket and pulled out the small emerald box.

Merrill glanced between Hawke and the box, realization dawning on her face a few moments later. The flower dropped from her hand.

“I had this whole plan,” Hawke said, turning the box over in her hand, “today in the garden was supposed to be the perfect spot, I was going to ask you to marry me, sweep you into my arms and carry you off to my estate, but, ah,” Hawke let out a nervous laugh, and brushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes away. “We just couldn’t catch a break. So I have to ask you now, here, not in a garden, not where our friends are waiting to celebrate, after being chased down twice.”

Hawke dropped to one knee, and opened the box. Inside was a silver ring, the metal woven to look like vines overlapping in an infinty circle, Tiny diamonds glistened from inbetween segments of the braided metal.

“I wanted this to be special and perfect because you deserve that, and I’m realizing I don’t think I’ll ever be perfect, or that the life I can give you would be, but—“

Hawke was silenced with a crushing kiss, Merrill’s hands sliding up her neck, and into her hair.

“I don’t need perfect, Hawke,” she said between kisses that Hawke was eager to return, l only need you.”

Merrill’s words were as sweet as her lips that wandered over Hawke’s cheek, and pressed into her temple. She pulled back, pushing a stray piece of Hawke’s hair that harden fallen yet again out of place.

“Is that a yes?”

“Ar lath ma,” she said, pulling Hawke to her feet, “For you, my heart will always say yes.”

[cheekybarnes]

Saudade (Peter Parker x reader) -INFINITY WAR SPOILERS

A/N: INFINTY WAR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!! This is one of two infinity war Peter Parker x reader fics I am writing! Infinity war broke me and I have way too many ideas swimming in my head to write about ahahaha I'm still crying. This one broke my fucking heart. If you want to be tagged in my future work, let me know and send in requests if you have any!!

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader (with some Tony Stark)

Warnings: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS BELOW “READ MORE”, angst, crying, character death and all around sadness and grief ahahahaha I hate myself. This also isn’t edited!

Word Count: 3,630

Prompt: You wait for your best friend Peter to come back after heading towards a spaceship in the sky while on a field trip so you can tell him how you really feel.

Three days.

It had been three days since you were on that field trip bus, three days since that god-awful donut shaped spaceship popped up in the sky and three days since you and Ned distracted the rest of the students while your best friend Peter webslinged his way into danger without a second thought. Three days since the moment you didn’t realize would be the last time you’d get the chance to tell him how you really felt.

Three days… and he hadn’t come back.

You were currently sat in front of you and your mother’s television, grazing over every single video or image that was displayed on the news, looking for any visual of red or anything that indicated that Spiderman was still out there. That Peter was still out there.

You had met Peter about two years ago in your sophomore years when you were assigned his lab partner as a new student. The way he fumbled over his words trying to introduce himself to you immediately captivated your attention and by the time the class was over, you two had accomplished nothing but talking and goofing off the whole time, despite both of your love of science.

Never in your life had you come so close to someone so quickly, and even Ned, someone who you were nervous to meet from the get-go because he was Peter’s best friend. He could’ve hated you on the spot just because he didn’t want you to take Peter away from him.

But, god, you were so wrong; Ned absolutely adored you.

From the time you had socked Flash in the face for being a dick, leaving his nose, and ego, broken, Ned was convinced you were a total badass. Peter agreed but in a much more fidgety-manner, not wanting to say anything that would offend you in fear that you wouldn’t want to be around him. But that’s one thing that really made you come close to him, granted you were too oblivious to the true reason of his usual nervousness around you - he thought you were drop dead gorgeous.

It wasn’t until a few weeks after talking to Peter in class and hanging out with him and Ned during lunch did they come sauntering over to your locker one day after school. Ned had elbowed Peter in the stomach after you flashed them a big smile. Peter awkwardly stood in front of you and went on to flounder his words into asking if you wanted to join the two of them to study for an upcoming Spanish quiz at Peter’s place.

You had cut him off mid-fumble and said that you would love to join and Peter let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and flashed you the most genuine smile. That goddamn smile that you absolutely fell in love with.

After that, you hung out every single week, whether it was studying, playing video games, sometimes including Ned, watching movies and him comforting you after your parents went through a divorce. It wasn’t until Peter had insisted that you stay the night at his and Aunt May’s place on a spare bed while your mother dealt with lawyers 24/7 and it wasn’t until he allowed you to let all your emotions out and him hug you, apprehensive at first, while tears spilled out of your eyes, that you realized you truly had a huge crush on Peter Parker.

And you had no idea that he was Spiderman. That is, until Ned accidentally spilled the beans.

You knew about the ‘Stark Internship’ but you also knew that there was a lot that Peter wasn’t telling you about but you just figured that some of it must be classified. But once the cat was out of the bag that Peter was Spiderman, everything made so much more sense. That didn’t mean that you believed it when you first found out though, in the moment, your first instinct was to burst out laughing.

Peter laughed nervously at your reaction, hoping that you would just play it off but Ned just stared at you with furrowed brows. After a few moments you faltered and asked if he was being serious and their only response was to glance at each other because they didn’t know what to say, which sealed the deal to your question.

The rest of the night, after Ned had left, Peter sat down with you and explained everything. He told you about the spider-bite, his powers, the “real Stark internship, the Avengers fight, Tony’s spider-suit, Vulture, everything.

You just sat there with your eyes wide and your mind racing to try and process everything that Peter was telling you. You couldn’t believe that the person you were closest to was freakin’ Spiderman. But it also scared you as he told you about all the fighting he did without you even knowing, the real reasons as to why he had to cancel hangouts or the times when he was absent in school.

After he finished speaking, the only thing you could muster out was a quiet, “You could’ve died, Peter.”

Peter pressed his lips together and nodded his head, looking towards the ground as the two of you sat there in silence for a few minutes before you composed yourself and asked a question,

“So… Do you lay eggs?”

“What? God - no! That’s gross, Ned asked me that same thing!”

You didn’t realize your shoulders were shaking until you felt a hand steady one of them. Your head jerked to the side to see your mother standing there, her lips pressed together and her face full of worry.

“I’m sure everything’s going to be fine, sweetie.” She said in a comforting manner, though you didn’t feel very comforted.

You forced a smile at her and shrugged her hand off your shoulder, standing up from the couch and mumbling, “I need to go get some homework done… you know, if we still have school after all this.” And you sauntered out of the living room, down the hallway and into your bedroom.

Closing the door behind you, you rested your back against it and ran a hand through your hair. You refused to think of the worst-case scenarios that kept barging through your mind, you didn’t want to believe them.

Shaking your head, you walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. You had already tried to phone Peter dozens of times but there was never an answer, which immensely worried you. It had never been longer than a day where he wasn’t able to get back to you. But, recently, Peter had given you one number to use for emergencies:

Tony Stark.

You stared at your phone screen for a few minutes before pressing the call button, this classified as an emergency, right? You had no doubt in your mind that Stark had some sort of clue to where Peter was. If anything, he should be with Stark right now with everything that was going on.

The phone rang and rang, until it beeped at you to leave a message. To be honest, you hadn’t expected an answer, but at least maybe he would see the message and call you back.

You fumbled over your words as you spoke into the phone, “Hey, Mr. Stark. Uh, This is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m a friend of Peter Parker’s and he gave me this, or, your number in case of an emergency. I know he went up to that spaceship, and I just, I haven’t heard from him in a few days and… I just need to know he’s ok. Please call me back, thank you.”

Seven days.

It had been seven days since you were on that field trip bus, seven days since that god-awful donut shaped spaceship popped up in the sky, seven days since you and Ned distracted the rest of the students while your best friend Peter webslinged his way into danger without a second thought. Seven days since the moment you didn’t realize would be the last time you’d get the chance to tell him how you really felt.

Seven days… and he hadn’t come back.

And you had yet to receive a call back from Tony Stark.

As you were walking back to you and your mother’s apartment, you hastily pressed end call on your cell phone and re-situated the two bags of groceries over your shoulder. You had just ended your call with Ned which was nothing but unanswered questions and concerns. He hadn’t heard from Peter at all either and voiced his terrifying concerns that matched your own. At this point, your mind was trying to wrap your head around the possibility of Peter never coming back.

You breathed out a shaky sigh as you picked up your pace on the sidewalk next to the busy road. You were uneasy walking around outside with everything that has and still is happening and were surprised so many people were bustling around - then again, they could be trying to escape the city, not that it would make a difference.

Your mind wandered as you walked down the streets, in the past, you were never fond of Tony Stark. You didn’t really know why but you just always had this lingering feeling that he was always linked to disaster, and when Peter had told you about the suit Stark had built for him, you were completely taken aback. Peter was so excited about it that you mostly played along. But, you had a voice in the back of your head convincing you that Stark was pushing Peter further into danger. And he was just a kid, he was your best friend and you couldn’t fathom him ever getting hurt.

Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted when car horns erupted throughout the street and you gasped as a van came barreling towards you with no indication of slowing down. You jumped backwards and to the side, flying to the ground in the process and likely breaking the eggs in your grocery bag as the vehicle crashed straight into the brick wall you just walked past.

You scrambled on the ground to stand up, and what you saw completely baffled you. There was no one in the driver's seat.

“What the hell?” You muttered as you circled around, watching people scream and run away from something you couldn’t put your finger on what quiet yet. Most of the cars were stopped, many of them had rear-ended others and crashed up on the sidewalk. You stepped further away from the vehicle that had almost hit you and turned around the corner. What you saw, made you think you were in the middle of a nightmare.

You almost ran straight into a man and in turn, it caused you to put your hands in front of you to keep the man from falling straight into you. But as soon as your hands touched his shoulder, his shirt and skin crumbled away.

You drew in a breath sharply and lurched away from the man, letting him fall to the ground as you stood there with terror written all over your face. The man rolled over onto his back and lifted his hands up to his face as they disintegrated into thin air. He looked up at you with fear in his eyes as the rest of his body began to disappear.

“Please help m-”  He spoke to you until you watched his face fragment and then disappear.

You were frozen in place but quickly jerked out of your trance when someone shoved there way past you, sprinting down the street as the yelling and screaming got louder. You moved your gaze across the street and caught a glance of someone else disappearing into thin air. You clenched your teeth and started sprinting down the street as fast as you could.

What in the actual hell is happening?

It had now been ten days.

You still had yet to wrap your head around what happened the few days before hand, refusing to believe anything that was said on the news which you still watched religiously. Everyone believed that whatever spaceship that had been hovering above the Earth for multiple days had cast some sort of spell that caused haf the population to be wiped out.

And you still hadn’t heard from Peter, Ned, Tony Stark, or… your mother.

When you arrived back home after witnessing the horrors outside, you waited for your mother to come home from work, but she never did. You called her cell phone and her work phone and never received an answer. You were terrified that she was one of the millions of people that disappeared into thin air.

And one question kept running through your head, What’s happened to Peter?

The anxiety that riddled you prevented you from eating anything in the past three days and rarely slept. You spent every moment watching the news and staring at your cell phone, waiting for a call from Tony Stark, your mother or even Peter, but you knew the slim chances of that happening.

Abruptly, a sharp knock on the front door echoed throughout the silent apartment and your head snapped up. You stared at the door from the couch, waiting to hear the noise again just to make sure you weren't imagining things, after all you weren’t in the best mental state after everything that had happened.

The sharp knock occured again and you jumped at the noise, scrambling off the couch and to the door. You stood in front of the door, your hand hovering above the doorknob, shaking. You didn’t know who was on the other side of the door, or what. Did you really want to open the door? But what if it was Peter?

Your hand slowly rested onto the cold doorknob and you twisted it, letting the door swing towards you.

“Mr. Stark?” Your voice croaked as your gaze landed on the wounded looking man in front of you. It was the last person you would ever expect to be standing in your doorway and the fact that it was the one you tried to call multiple times, your throat thickened as you stared into his eyes - eyes that were full of grief.

“Is Peter with you?” You blurted out, your voice trembling as you tried to move forward and past Tony who was standing there like a rock, “He’s with you, right? Where is he?”

Your vision started to blur as you tried to move forward and into the hallway but something was stopping you. A immense weight fell on your chest as you realized it was Tony holding you back. You tried pushing harder but the adrenaline running through your veins was making you weak.

“Where’s Peter?!” Your voice became erratic as you ignored and refused to process the words that Tony was trying to say, his hands on your shoulders, preventing you from moving anywhere out of your apartment.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down, kid.” Tony’s hoarse voice finally flooded your ears as you shoved his grip off of you and tears leaked through your eyes. He wasn’t giving you an answer and it was scaring the hell out of you, you knew what was coming but you didn’t want to accept it.

“No! Where’s Peter? Why isn’t Peter with you?” You wailed louder as your breathing became more and more rapid and your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. Peter wasn’t with Tony, and there was only one reason for that.

You took a wobbly step back and Tony tried to reach his hand out to you so you wouldn’t fall over but you swatted it away and he froze, standing only a few feet away from you. Looking up, you met his gaze and your tear-filled eyes matched his own. It was silent between the two of you, aside from your quiet sobs. All Tony did was shake his head and press his lips together.

“No… No, no.” You shook your head carelessly as you mumbled to yourself. Tony didn’t even have to say it out loud because you knew. God, you knew the entire time you just didn’t want to face it because it hurt so damn much. Your whole being didn’t want to believe it.

“That’s not possible, you’re lying!” You sobbed louder this time, your eyes now swollen and red, “Where’s Peter, please just tell me where Peter is!” Your voice cracked.

Tony’s hand hesitantly came up to rest on your quivering shoulders to try and calm your hysteria, “I’m not lying, kid, I-”

You immediately ripped his grip off of you in anger and forcibly shoved him away with your hands, fury overtaking you, “This is all your fault!” You screamed at him, and he looked at you with guilt evident in his eyes, almost like he knew you were right.

You continued as sobs wracked through your body and you pointed at Tony in front of you with such force, “He’d still be here if it wasn’t for you! This is all your fault!” The words kept pouring out of your mouth as the waterworks continued to get worse, “He idolized you and now he’s… He’s gone because of you!”

You took a step forward and shoved Tony in the chest, pushing him back further. He had no response to your physical abuse, though you weren’t doing much damage in the state you were in as you continued to hit him in the chest, as you blamed him.

“He’s gone…You were supposed to protect him. What kind of hero are you?” Your breath hitched in your throat as your fists rested on Tony’s chest, your body to weak to put out the strength to hit the man in front of you anymore.

And then you turned away from him, taking a few steps further into your living room, your hand making its way up to your mouth and eyes as you tried to dry them. You didn’t even want to glance back at the man that you blamed for your best friend’s… Your best friend’s death.

Your actions were futile as the tears kept spilling out, though your sobs were getting quieter as everything was finally settling in. Your emotions were still raging but at this point you were just so mentally tired you couldn’t acknowledge them anymore. Only the memories of Peter flooded you, the study-sessions, the movie-nights, the one time the two of you had to spend detention together, talking about him being Spiderman. And it was all gone. None of it would ever happen again.

After a few moments of silence after your outburst, Tony spoke quietly, testing the waters to see if you would let him speak, and you did, not having the strength to care anymore.

“He wanted to me tell you something. His last words, he…” Tony paused, clenching his teeth but then continued, “He made me promise to tell you something.”

Even though you were still facing away from him, you nodded your head without a word, indicating he could continued speaking.

“He wanted me to tell you that he loved you. He loved you so much, Y/N, God, he would never stop talking about you.” Tony spoke, his voice cracking

“What?” You asked rhetorically and turned around to look at Tony, your eyes wide and puffy.

“Everything that he talked about, it always had something to do with you.” He said, full of emotion, “He was always so happy with this stupid lovesick grin on his face.” Tony chuckled light-heartedly and looked to the floor before bringing his gaze back up to you.

“I…” You faltered, not knowing how to respond to what Tony had just told you. Your best friend Peter Parker loved you. All that time, the two of you could’ve been something more, but you had never said anything. You never told him how you felt. Your throat tightened once again as you watched Tony take another step forward, now standing right in front of you.

Tony brought up his hand again, placing it on your shoulder in a comforting manner and you made no move to push him away now as one thing circled through your mind.

“I never got to tell him back.” You croaked as one last tear made its way down your wet cheek.

Tony looked down at you with such guilt and sadness as he replied, placing his other hand on your other shoulder, “He knew, I promise, he knew...”

Your breath hitched in your throat again as tears threatened to re-appear out of your eyes at Tony’s words. Here you were blaming the man for Peter’s death and he was comforting you. You had just screamed your heart out at him and he didn’t bat an eyelash at it, all Tony wanted was for you to know and not be left in the dark. You were just a kid, just like Peter.

“Come here, kid.” Tony muttered as you sniffled and pulled you in close to him. You wrapped your arms hastily around his torso and clung onto him like it was life or death. Tony’s embrace was warm and you felt just a bit more safe, which was something you hadn’t felt in the past ten days.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Tony mumbled into the crook of your neck, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, rubbing your arm in a comforting manner and his other hand resting on your head, holding you close as you made an effort of calming down, at least physically.

“I’m going to fix this, I promise.”

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[feuer-bluete]

I had to write this little scene for after Infinty War.

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"F.R.I.D.A.Y?"

"Online, Sir."

Tony sighed. He and Nebula where on their way back to earth, in the spaceship she came to Titan with, and finally close enough so his suit, who had repaired itself after the battle with Thanos, could pick off earth signals again.

"Call Steve.... Steve Rogers", he ordered F.R.I.D.A.Y. He might have lost the flip phone but of course he had stored the number on his servers two years ago. He kept the phone for a more sentimental reason.

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"Please be alive", he thought while the line went up and he heard the dial tone, "I can't lose you too."

A click, and somebody picked up the phone.

"Tony?" Not just someone, Steve. It was Steve. He was alive but he didn't sound like it. He's voice seemed like he just lost everything. Tony sobbed before finally answering with a broken voice , "Yeah. It's me." He swallowed down more sobs.

"You are alive", Steve said. "God, Tony. I... where are you? What happened to you? Do you know about... Thanos?"

The name alone brought everything that happened back, he looked down at his hand, still covered in... he couldn't finish the thought, so he focused on Steve's voice.

"Yes I know. I'm on my way back from Titan. Where are you? F.R.I.D.A.Y can't pick your location up?" Tony had his AI route the phone call back because he needed to get to Steve as soon as possible, they need to find a way to bring him back, hopefully the others where with Steve, but he couldn't trace the location of the other phone.

"I'm still in Wakanda. I'll send you the coordinates", Steve said and a minute later Tony adjusted their flight path accordingly.

The coordinates following, Tony landed the spaceship on a big field outside the city. He only got a small glimpse of it but while he normally wouldn't have been able to stop staring and talking excited about the technology there, he couldn't really be bothered right now. When he stepped out off the spaceship the bleeding edge armor was already back inside the arc reactor in his chest, the fight was over.

He was greeted by a small group of people, a few unfamiliar women in the uniform of the Dora Milaje, and some very familiar faces. He could feel a stone the size of his tower fall off his heart after spotting Rhodey directly behind Steve, he knew his best friend was alive because Steve had told him but it was so much better to see him with his own eyes. Bruce was here too, and Natasha and Thor and a walking raccoon but who wasn't here became even more clear and his heart cramped together thinking of all the people they lost. Who he had lost.

Steve had started walking in his direction after Tony stepped out and walked to them, and he had to stop himself from running to Tony, but now he was finally in his reach and everything in him ache to touch Tony, to make sure he was okay, but he didn't dare. Not after those last two years. Not after what happened the last time he saw Tony.

Lucky for him, Tony didn't care about that anymore, stepped closer and reached for Steve, who immediately took him into his arms. Tony let out a few sobs until he managed to say "He's gone. I lost him." Steve was confused but only for a second, then he saw Tony's hand which he still held to his chest, and the grey substance on it. He didn't dare to ask who Tony meant, didn't want to pry, but Tony managed to say one word with broken voice.

"Peter."