#peter x benjy

[randoofan0m]

sometimes the marauders are my roman empire and fuck me i think about them every waking second.

[immortalbutterflycos]

More Ballroom Dancing AU brain rot:

James's first dance partner was Lily and he was in love with her. She actually thought she was in love with him too so they dated for a while until she realized that she just loved dancing with him.

They broke up, it was amicable even though it secretly broke James, and they continued dancing with each other competitively for a couple more years until Lily decided that she would rather do it recreationally. (this is where she met Pandora who would eventually become her dance partner.)

Since James lost his dance partner, he kind of felt lost for a while, dancing with a few different people over the years;

His stint with Marlene lasted 6 months (I'm pretty sure that's how long a competitive season lasts?) and ended because she simply hated the sparkly gowns she had to wear

Dorcas lasted a year and 1/2, and their partnership ended because she danced with Marlene once at a random pair-up at a party after she and James won their second competition, and they were just way too compatible to leave it at that. She and Marlene end up becoming a permanent pair after Marlene realizes that she gets to wear the suit this time~

Then James ended up dancing with Benjy and that was fun! Until they admitted that they had wanted to dance with Peter the whole time... They lasted 2 months.

James is like this accidental matchmaker. Everyone he dances with ends up with someone else who they usually meet through James in one way or another. Like, it's bad. It's actually gotten to the point that rumors are going around the dance community that James might have a similar reputation to Barty, in that he's just too hard to dance with since he can't seem to keep a dance partner for more than a few months at a time lately. He genuinely thinks he's cursed now.

[no-names-work]

Figure You Out by VIOLÀ but it’s Barty, singer, singing at a show where he sees Reg after writing the song about Reg and James.

Like Reg and Barty locking gazes and you can see that Reg knows it’s about him and Barty winks before turning to the crowd to continue.

And James not understanding because not a single soul knows about the short relationship Barty and Reg had.

And Evan (who’s in the duo with Barty) is trying to explain to James what happened with just a look. But James doesn’t understand because he can’t read minds.

Then a few shows later Edgar shows up (still on that) and Evan is playing directly towards HIM

And it’s a mess of Evan trying to seduce Edgar and Barty trying to seduce Reg.

Bonus if Edgar is dating Benjy Fenwick (but boom they break up and Benjy goes with Peter)

And James dating Reg but they break up so James goes with Lily

And Xeno and Benjy are Edgar’s best friends so therefore Pandora’s so (including Evan) it’s a big group (but Amelia Bones and Emma Vanity and Alice Fortescue are the og friends instead of Evan and Pandora)

•So the group is Amelia, Emma, Alice, Xeno, Benjy, Edgar

•with invitation to Evan, Pandora, and Peter

And Barty and Sirius are friends because I said so

And Remus and Regulus are friends because I said so

And Dorlene is happening. Dorcas is Barty and Evan’s manager and Marlene is security

And Barty is openly gay in every way possible while Evan isn’t closeted but he’s a 50/50 and no one knows for sure

And Evan had an affair with Emmeline so Rita Skeeter writes about that and there’s a rumor and that rumor made Edgar not date Evan because “Evan was dating Emmeline” and he “didn’t want to be the reason they broke up”

[samynnad102687]

Marauderstober

Oct 14- RavenRock- Fall Baking

1,271 words

“Will you teach me how to bake?” Benjy asked one night when they were sitting on the couch.

“Sure. What do you want to bake?” Peter was curious now. He’s never wanted to bake before.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Okay?” Peter asked slowly. “What brought on this sudden need to learn how to bake?”

“Oh, my mum’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to make her something,” Benjy said after a minute.

That conversation was a week ago so now Peter was in the kitchen and getting everything ready. Benjy was coming over today and he was going to teach him how to bake. Cupcakes are simple enough, right? Peter loved baking. His mother taught him when he was younger and now all of his friends ask him to bake them things. He didn’t mind it that much as long as he had enough time to make it right and not rush through it. He has a process and doesn’t like to deviate from it. When Peter looked at all of the ingredients spread out on the centre island in his kitchen, he decided that he should probably get some stuff out for biscuits too. It’s pretty hard to mess up biscuits.

Peter looked at the time and he still had an hour before Benjy was supposed to show up. He made sure that he had the recipe ready and started portioning out some of the ingredients. He would start with an easy recipe first like a basic vanilla cupcake. Once he thinks Benjy has that down, then they can try some of the fun Halloween designs that Peter found when he was scrolling through Pinterest this morning. He really wanted to try and make some apple pie cupcakes.

There was a knock on the door and it brought Peter out of his thoughts. He wiped his hands on the tea towel that was sitting on the counter and went to answer it. Benjy was beaming on the other side and gave Peter a kiss before coming inside the flat. They walked into the kitchen and Peter nearly ran into Benjy who had stopped short in the entryway.

“Why’d you stop?” Peter asked with a little laugh.

“How much are we baking?” Benjy responded and when Peter followed his eyeline, he could see why it looked like a lot.

“Oh. I wanted to give you some options of what you wanted to learn.” Peter shrugged as he moved past Benjy and grabbed his apron off the hook by the door.

“Oh, okay. You scared me for a second there.” Benjy huffed out a laugh.

“Wash your hands first and then you can grab the extra apron off the hook,” Peter instructed before he pulled out the bowl that they would need regardless of what Benjy wanted to bake.

Benjy did as he was told and after he had on the apron, he sidled up to Peter and gave him a little shove which earned him a glare and Benjy laughed. Peter was trying to take a deep breath as he remembered how he was when his mum started to teach him how to bake. He was a little terror, always making a mess but then again, he was six when they started. Benjy was an adult. He should have more control than six-year-old Peter did, right?

“So, what do you want to bake? I have stuff for cupcakes or biscuits,” Peter said as he gestured towards the variety of ingredients on the counter. 

“Which would be easier?”

“Umm, they are both pretty simple so it’s up to you,” Peter shrugged. He knew which one he preferred but he wasn’t the one making something for Benjy’s mother.

“Cupcakes,” Benjy declared after a minute of contemplation.

Peter moved the ingredients for the biscuits off to the kitchen table so it wasn’t so overwhelming and then he didn’t have to worry about Benjy grabbing the wrong thing. Once he had everything situated again, Peter showed Benjy the recipe and had him preheat the oven to 180℃ and put the cupcake liners in the pan. Peter grabbed the flour, baking powder, and salt as well as the bowl and measuring cups.

“What’s next?” Benjy asked as he bounced up next to Peter.

“We need to whisk these together. Grab that measuring cup and put twelve ounces of flour in that bowl.”

Benjy grabbed the flour, scooped out twelve ounces, and plopped it into the bowl, causing a cloud of flour to form and they both started coughing. Peter was trying to clear the air and his lungs of the white substance when a thought occurred to him. This is going to be exactly like when he was learning how to back as a six-year-old and he had to bite back the groan that wanted to escape.

“Okay, let’s try again. Next time pour it in closer to the bowl so it doesn’t cause another cloud.” Peter laughed a little and Benjy gave him a sheepish look. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Benjy measured out the flour, baking powder, and salt without making another cloud this time and slowly whisked it together as Peter showed him how to do it. Peter pulled over the electric stand mixer and plugged it in before ensuring that Benjy incorporated everything together well enough. 

“Okay, now we are going to beat the sugar and butter together until it is light and fluffy in the mixer.”

Peter gave Benjy the recipe and watched as he measured out the ingredients and started the beater. Once that was done, Peter added the eggs and vanilla before pulling over the flour mixture and showing him how to add it into the mixer and alternating it with the milk. Luckily, there was minimal mess this time and everything was incorporated nicely. They scooped the mixture into the baking pan and put it in the oven for twenty minutes.

“Is that it?” Benjy asked, a little disappointed.

“For the actual cupcake part, yes, but we still need to make the icing unless you want to use the store-bought icing,” Peter said casually. He wasn’t a fan of store-bought icing, so he was hoping that Benjy wanted to make some.

“Let’s make the icing,” Benjy declared.

“Buttercream or whipped cream?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Buttercream is sweeter and whipped cream is lighter.”

“Which is easier?”

“Whipped, in my opinion,” Peter said easily.

“Okay.”

Peter put the ingredients for the buttercream on the table with the rest of the discarded items and pulled the heavy whipping cream, powdered sugar, and vanilla to the centre of the counter. Before they started on the icing, Peter and Benjy cleaned up the mess from the cupcakes. Peter showed him how to whip the cream and add the sugar and vanilla before letting him try it himself. The timer went off for the cupcakes and Peter took them out of the oven to cool.

When he turned back around, he was met with a smear of whipped cream on his nose and a boyfriend with a giant grin on his face. Peter took a deep breath, moved past Benjy to get his own icing, and chased him around the flat after Benjy took off running when he saw what Peter was doing. When they finally made it back to the kitchen, they both had icing all over their faces and in their hair. Needless to say, Peter had to remake the icing. Once they had cleaned themselves off and the cupcakes were cool, they iced them and enjoyed one before cleaning up their mess and sitting down for a movie.

@cazzythefrogking @clementinewoolf @maladaptivewriting @multiimoments @lavenderhaze @literally-the-prettiest-star @thebibutterflyao3 @seiworf @emjayeingray @remusregulusrosekiller @heartsoncover @accuratewhereabouts @belowthestarrs

[verrescent]

for Valentine's Day james surprised lily with a huuugggeee bouquet of lilies of the valley not knowing hes allergic to them (and that they're poisonous but he's not eating them). so now he's just all puffy and pouty and lily is insisting that she'd still like him even if he was a puffy swollen allergy-ridden blob for the rest of their lives.

remus thinks it's HILARIOUS and sincerely believes that he'd never be so drunk in love to do something like that. and then his bf walks in and remus accidentally spills ink all over his white dress shirt and is just holding back tears.

peter n benjy + third wheel Marlene r jus chilling on the side watching everything go wrong for all the happy couples. not even in a mean way Peter just likes seeing other people stumble around their partners as much as he does around benjy. And Marlene just likes watching people suffer light-heartedly.

Happy valentines! These r mediocre but I DONT CARE

open ended Remus bf bcuz I ship him w too many people and I've been talking abt moonwater too much 😭😭

[thexultimatexmarauder]

dont know what to say here

marauders ship-batle round 1b

(cant pick choose the ones who you think would get less studying done because they were smooching)

[jaylienpotter]

Peter Pettigrew Hanahaki AU?

Pete is in love with James but it's not reciprocal and the disease is killing him, but he doesn't want to forget his childhood best friend

Ending with Ravenrock (falls out of love with Potter and in love with Benjy Fenwick, who likes him back and helps him through the Hanahaki)

What do y'all think? Should I write it?

@sebbianas share thy wisdom, oh mighty creator of Ravenrock

[eccentrichumanbeing69]

Peter Pettigrew was a child of divorce

[cazzythefrogking]

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

Ravenrock- fall baking

[jtexplorer]

The Perfect Timeline

Original Twitter post: https://twitter.com/brooklynvtc_/status/1696935058974573037?s=46&t=oiiOxn3x_8ttssHQvsfL5w

Original Artist: https://www.instagram.com/ghostpainters_real/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA%3D%3D

[lionmythflower]

peter is literally one of my favorite characters ever to ship. Like he's either aroace or shipped with this guy who no one hAS EVER HEARD OF (Benji Fenwick, we love him lol), or he's shipped w his childhood bsf (james) or he's shipped w evan or barty AND SOMETIMES BOTH?!!! There's actually so main rarepairs w him I absolutely adore it.

[qvid-pro-qvo]

well okay since you’ve kinda said it-

i feel like i have to ask for some peter and benji and rosie content now. i don’t even care what - baseball or lawyer pete. just give me some of our favorite kiddos 🥺🥰

say less! peter stone x female!reader. baseball au.

“what do you think?” peter calls out, his voice echoing a little in the house.

it’s a new house, a big house. with rooms enough for all four of them. but that’s not where your focus is directed, as you unpack the last of the silverware and look up from the empty box.

and then you start giggling. “oh, peter stone,” you say. “i think you look as handsome as ever.”

peter’s arms are free, which is a minor miracle in itself. it’s the rest of him that’s loaded up. two giggling twins, one in front and one in back, swaddled against him with the carrier that amanda got you. you can just barely see the face of benji behind him, and rosie can’t stop mouthing at his shirt as she blows out raspberries.

the cubs hat on each of them is just the cherry on top.

“we’re gonna go for a walk,” peter says to you, his own hat on his head. “you wanna join us?”

“you have two babies strapped to you,” you tell him. raising a brow as he walks closer, bouncing with each step. “you’re gonna get hot.”

“and so, so sweaty. but it’s a new workout,” he says, reaching for your hand. “two babies required.”

“and if there’s one thing you need it’s a workout,” you laugh, before letting him pull you close.

“absolutely.”

he really does look handsome. he glows with fatherhood, grinning from ear to ear. you lean up to kiss his cheek, before squeezing his hand and kissing the cheeks of the babies you love so, so much.

“give me five minutes,” you tell him, a loud smack of a kiss on benji’s cheeks as he reaches for you. “i’ll go put on shoes.”

“and a hat! we’ve all gotta match, or else you’ll look real left out.”

[rosekiller-addict]

do you guys have any ravenrock (benjy x peter) content recommendatio ns? ive found one fic on ao3 and thats it so if anyone has any recommendations pls pls pls lmk

[vagabottoms]

@ragtagrunaways sent 12a for benjamin from peter || meme

it was fairly early in the day-- early enough, anyway, that the parking lot for crabby dan's was empty and looked deserted. normally benjamin wouldn't have been there that early in the day but he wanted to get some paperwork done before his employees showed up.

unfortunately, someone was already there. pulling into the lot beside the car he didn't recognize, benjamin assumed someone was either lost or it might have been some friend of tommy's looking to ask for a job. getting out of his car with a heavy sigh, he sauntered over and came up beside the strangers car.

"hey man, you lost or are you here about the job posting?" he questioned as he leaned up against the opened door frame of the driver's door. "you need some help?" leaning down, he looked in on the man and offered a soft smile; though the smile quickly faltered when he realized what the man was doing. that was definitely not what he was expecting, but he wasn't complaining at the sight. "damn..."

[kombuuuu]

Hello✋🏾! If I could request a Peter b parker x wife!reader where they have twins (including mayday) during the events of the movie?

No.1 Dad!

“Baby, Please. It’s a canon thing!”

“They’re toddlers!”

PeterBParker x Wife!Reader + little ones :]

light angst and a chase scene. ending is mostly comforting daddy parker

(it’s not sad i jus ❤️ this gif)

(Benjy is a canon named Kid of Peter B Parker’s in the Comics!)

“Peter Benjamin Parker.”

“Oh shit.”

The father of two grimaced at the room full of spidey people. The voice of his wife sounding through the phone and into the echoing room.

“Tell me, why the fuck-“ Peter dragged a worried hand down his face. Miles snickering next to Hobie in the background. “—I woke up, to not only my *husband missing from my bed.” He sucked in a breath, glancing over at Miguel. Stood unimpressed with two spider-children climbing all over him and his platform. “But my two toddlers *lost from their damn cribs.” “Baby, I can explain.” He focused back on the phone, crowding over it like it would help conceal the conversation at all.

“You are in so much shit when you get home, young man.”

“I’m older than you by four years!”

“Watch your tone with me, Mister.”

He groaned, huffing and pouting into the phone while you continued to scold him before Miguel interrupted.

“Good morning, [name]. Hope you slept well.” His monotoned voice drawled out while picking the children off his clothes like bugs, and putting them back on Peter.

“Leave my wife alone.”

“Oh my god, please go somewhere private for this conversation.” Miguel rubbed between his eyes, his favourite thing to do apparently.

Your voice spoke back over him. “I don’t need privacy, I need my damn— Oh! Found it.”

“Baby, what are you—“ The connection cut off midway through his sentence, causing him to huff before realising; “Hey! That got me out of it!”

He straightened his posture, collecting his kids, Mayday and Benjy. And stuffing them into their baby carriers, carefully threading their limbs through each limb-window, as he called it.

A sparkle of warm tones caught his eye, circling from nothing into a fully developed portal.

“Oh, I should’ve known.”

“I seem to be making you say ‘Oh’ a lot.”

“You should’a heard you last night.”

“Peter!” He laughed as he watched you make your way over to him, giving Miguel a courteous nod and Miles a questioning glance. You looked so beautiful. An angel to him, the love of his life. He was so lucky to have you. And the little family you had created for yourselves. All the baby-stealing and stupid pictures aside, you were beyond enamoured with him as well.

“You’re lucky I still have this old thing, Parker. Or you wouldn’t have wanted to come home.

Despite the obvious threat, the only thing he could focus on was “come home”. A sentiment that was single to just your home, or just his home. But it was home. For a family, his family.

The admiration was broken when you pinched his nose. “Ow!”

“Shouldn’t have taken my kids.”

“Our kids!”

“Yeah whatever.”

You turned to Miguel, scanning the room and being very unsurprised at the amount of spider people here. If it was something important, Miguel loved a show. “What’s going on?”

“I’m… explaining something.”

“Uhuh.” you blinked at him slowly, unbelieving.

“Stop talking to my wife.” peter cut in.

“The fate of the multiverse is at stake, [name].-“ He threw his hands up, then gestures aggressively towards the kid next to Hobie.

“It’s his father, or an entire universe!”

“She’s not into you weirdo, back off.”

“Uhuh. And how old is the kid?”

He had the gall to look ashamed. Mayday babbled behind you. Giggling excitedly once she and Benjy had lost interest in whatever they were messing with on Peters suit. “Oh, come here baby.”

“How come I didn’t get that?”

Peter pouted over at you, rocking Benji gently, who was still half asleep.

You turned back around with your kid around your hip, addressing the kid near the centre of the room. “Hey uh—.”

“Miles!” He perked up, shyly waving at you.

“Oh, Miles! Peter talks so much about you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“He even named our dog after you!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you.” You smiled at Miles whilst he smiled back, happy to know Peter thought of him as much as he did Peter.

“You too, Mrs.Parker!”

“Don’t listen to this lady, she’s crazy and a psychopath!”

Peter stepped into place beside you, shaking his one un-baby-occupied hand in the air wildly.

“She’s off her meds!”

“Peter.”

He grumbled and stuck his tongue out. Blowing a raspberry, which Mayday happily replicated. You put the tip of your finger on Maydays tongue, pushing it back into her mouth. “Don’t do that, germs.”

turning away from peter, you kissed her cheek in apology, whispering “It’s not you, it’s him.” In her tiny ear.

You propped your free hand on your hip, looking up at Miguel on his platform.

He looked away. Hand settling below his chin as he closed his eyes and sighed.

“There’s that contemplative expression again.”

“Why is he always contemplating, nothing’s that serious.”

“I dunno.” Peter shrugged. He crept up close to you, putting his arm around you waist and leaning down to smell your perfume.

“I like that one.”

You smiled, tilting your head back to look at him, “I know,”.

Miguel continued on with his explanation, showing miles the different Canon events. Showing him Peters, Gwen’s, yours. When Miles seems to suddenly realise something.

“The Spot does it.” His hands shake alongside his voice, Peter glances over to you in worry, but ultimately focuses back on Miles. “He kills ‘im.” The boys shoulders drop in defeat.

“When does it happen.”

Miguel looks away, shaking his head and wincing.

Miles turns to the small group surrounding him, helpless.

“When does it happen?!”

“In two days,” Miles whips back towards him. “When he’s sworn in.”

“That’s- what the model says.”

“I’ sorry Miles-“

“Send me home.”

“I can’t do that, not now.”

Gwen winces and squeezes her eyes shut. Body stuff and unmoving.

“What am I supposed to do then? Let him die?!”

Miguel pauses. And doesn’t relent.

Miles’s face contorts for a second before he turns, gesturing vaguely at Gwen.

“What about your dad? He’s a captain, right?”

She just sighs, “Yeah.”

“Wh- And that’s it! You guys aren’t even gonna do anything about it?!”

Gwen looks down, ashamed.

Mayday grabs hold of your finger. Noting the serious tones of the situation, she stays quiet. He scoffs and turns to Peter.

“Okay what about Uncle Ben? That’d been okay? If you knew and you just—,” he stuttered, “Let it play out?!”

Peter stepped forward, putting a reassuring hand on his students shoulder. “If not for uncle ben, most of us wouldn’t be here Miles.”

He pauses to look at the webbed window of his Ben.

“The good we did it-,” he breathes, “It wouldn’t have been done.”

You harden your gaze over your husband. He doesn’t look at you.

Miles nods, “So we’re just’ supposed to let people die because some algorithm—!” he hits Peters hand of his shoulder and starts towards Miguel again. “Woah, woah.” Lyla interjected. “—Says that that’s supposed to happen?!”

He swings his arms in annoyance, in *fear.

This is a *kid.

“You realise how messed up that sounds, right?”

With a better moral code than most in this room.

“You have a choice between saving one person—“ The slow approach of other spider people filled out the fog coating the room. “—And saving an entire world, every world!” Miguel points at him, hand on hip.

“I can do both!” He tries,

“Spiderman always-,”

“Not always.”

Miles looks to Peter, seeking back up. Peters face twists something sorry, and Miles’s flashes of hurt.

Benji starts to wake up, cooing softly at his dad.

Miguel’s hand gently turns the boy back around, this isn’t looking good.

You glance at Hobie, seeing the apprehension in his posture as he meets your gaze.

He glanced down at Mayday in question, you reassure him with a nod. If it comes to it, you’ll put her in peters baby carrier for safety. He nods back.

“Miles, we all want to lead the life we wish we had.” When Miles shrugs him off he raises his hands.

“Believe me, I’ve tried.”His hands slowly lowered. Miles’ breathing got heavier.

“And the harder I tried, the more damage I did.”

“You can’t have it all, kid.”

Miles looked around in panic, noticing the faces creeping up on him. He makes eye contact with you, and you try and signal your support.

If you run, I’ll run too.

“Being Spiderman is a sacrifice. That’s the job, that’s what you signed up for.”

A robotic voice caught your attention as a large suit approached the outer circle.

“Miles.” The faceplate opened.

“Penny?”

He put up his defences once more.

“What is this?” He yelled, the force of his words drawing an immediate attention. “Is this an intervention or something?”

“We know it’s hard, but it’s the truth, Miles.”

You glare at the faces around you, Adjusting Mayday on your hip and keeping an eye out for your two boys.

Miles and Benji.

Peter will be dealt with later.

Miles stumbles back, righting his foot and turning to Peter.

“Is that why you’re here? To—“

he clenched his fist, “To let me down easy?”

You watch your lover closely, the look on his face telling you all you need to know, and apparently same goes for Miles.

“It worked last time, why not run it back huh?” his voice was raising, Benji getting uncomfortable at the tone.

“Woah- hey, hold on. Hold on!” He raised his hand in a placating matter, trying to tune Miles down.

“You were right, Gwen.”

You glanced up at her, his venomed whisper doing its intended purpose, hurt.

“You should have never come to see me.”

Peter slowly approached Miles, bending down to his height like a person to a stray dog.

“Kid, look at me-“ “Stop callin’ me that.”

“There you go.” You sent Hobie a huff of appraise.

“Hobie, you’re not helping.”

“Good.”

Miles gratefully nodded at him.

“Miles, please understand-“ Peter tried.

“Peter.” Your stern voice interrupted him, and he shut down his attempt.

“You can’t ask me not to save my father.”

“I’m not asking.”

You glared at Miguel, only noticing the barrier a little too late. It opened under Miles, trapping him within when the inner circle started to protest.

“Miguel just give him a second! Please!”

“Dont! Stop it.”

“You let him leave, he’ll only do more damage.”

Gwen intervened, “Enough!”

You rushed towards the barrier with Mayday, her reaching for the barrier in confusion. You can’t help him out of this, you don’t know how.

“Miguel, let him out! He’s a kid.” You raised your voice. Weaponising your authority.

“Miguel this is too far.”

“[Name], it’ll only hold him few days.” He turned around to walk away.

Miles was panicking, banging on the barriers walls and spinning to try and find a weak point. His eyes caught onto Hobie. Doing nothing but holding his palms out, and giving him an earnest look. “Sorry it had to end like this, kid.”

“I said—“ Miles placed his hands flat on the barrier, right above his head. Palms out, You backed up shielding Mayday and dragging Peter to turn around and using him as a body block for Benji.

“—Not-“ The barriers begun to crack, shatter like glass.

“—To call me that!” A wave of energy pushed everyone down as the barrier broke, exploding in a mess of bright colours.

You heard Hobie chuckle, and looked up at Miles in amazement. A second where he caught your eye, he darted. Running straight for the exit.

“Miles!” Miguel screeched.

You stuffed Mayday in her carrier in record time and blew them a kiss as you pounced from your position to catch up with Miles.

Unbeknownst to you, Your husband, along with every other spider person, would follow. Except Hobie.

“Just for the record, I quit.”

—

You had found Miles being interrogated by your lover, him holding up your two children like bribing toys.

“C’mon- just hold ‘em!”

“I don’t want to do that.”

Miles manoeuvred slyly through all the cranks and pipes, your Spidey following swiftly behind him. “Just one hold! It’s rejuvenating!”

“I’m plenty juvenated!” Miles retorted.

You were going to interrupt when you lagged behind a bit, getting stuck on a moving pipe.

When you finally freed yourself, you stumbled into a cute moment between the two.

“I wanted them to be like you!”

He stared at your husband, vulnerable and scared, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto his face.

Mayday and Benji bickered with each other in his hold.

Peters watch suddenly lit up.

“Okay, Peter I’ve got your location.”

Their faces dropped, betrayal raw on the young boys.

“No, no. You do not have my location!”

Him peeling open the crate to the industrial fans, and slipping in. You using your webs to sling in after him and pull the crate shut behind you. Catching Peters fleeting glance before what seemed twenty different spider people broke through the crate, smashing through fans.

You followed miles swiftly, through the busses and over cartops. Using your webs to keep up with him. He wasn’t bad, for someone so young.

“I’m a great mentor!”

You huffed at Peters distant offended tone. “Sure, baby.” You muttered.

You hooked around a building, watching as Miles cut himself off from Gwen. Her hand reaching out for him as he fell. Your spidey senses caught your attentions, tingling in the forefront of your mind. You zeroed in on Miles and watched as he aimed for the train. It hadn’t looked like anyone else had caught on yet. Still scrambling to get to him, instead of trying to cut him off.

—

Miguel had the kid by the throat. Slamming him against the train doors and dragging his body up with him. You watched in fear as he spoke to the boy.

“You’re a mistake!”

You screamed at him from your position below, begging for him to just let the kid go. Miles caught you gaze. You fought against the wind, trying hard to get to him, and keeping an eye on Peter and your babies.

“If you hadn’t been bit-!” Miguel slammed his back again. You winced. “Your Peter Parker would have lived!”

Miles struggled against him, trying to push off the claws attacking him. “Instead he died- Saving you.”

“He would have stopped the collider before it went off. Spot wouldn’t exist-“ “Peter!” “-And none of this, would have happened.”

The three of you climbed to get to them. You grabbed Benji off peter, Cradling him in your arms as the winds were getting too rough.

Miguel slammed him back again, crowding over the small boy and growling his words.

“And all this time— I have been the only one holding all this together.”

“Miguel go easy on him!” Peter called down from his spot behind you, he sounded devastated, your heart broke for him. You knew how much he loved Miles, thinking of him almost like his first son. Your husband would bring him up so often, wondering what he was doing when he could see through the Spidey-Windows Miguel would (angrily) provide.

He always stressed when Miles had to figure out things himself, saying things like “Just give me a day with him, we’ll figure it out!” “He’s a kid Miguel. Wouldn’t you have wanted a mentor back then?” “I’m a great mentor.” “You just don’t see my brilliance.”

Benji babbled in your arms and you cooed back at him, spider beanie pulled snug over his face. Huh, he was pretty rejuvenating.

Miguel leaned closer, growling words of disgust to the kid.

“Let me go!” Miles struggled against him. A choked sound came from Peter, and when you looked back at him you swore you could see his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“Miguel that’s enough!” Gwen shouted.

“This isn’t what we talked about!”

Miles stopped struggling.

“You talked about this?” He looked down at Peter, heart breaking.

“You knew?”

Peter looked down, ashamed. Clinging onto the train but no longer climbing. Mayday held tightly to his chest with the other hand, he caught your eye.

“Peter what did you do..” Your breath escaped you and the words came out a whisper, flown away by the winds around you.

“You all knew?”

Your head shot up, starting to disagree before Gwen spoke.

“I.. I didn’t know..” She looked away, unable to face him.

“How to tell you.”

“That’s why you never came to see me.”

“Miles it’s for your own good!”

He pushed forwards.

“Who decides that?”

Miguel pushed back.

“I’m not a kid Gwen.”

Miguel grunted, slamming him again, the dent in the train deepening every time. “That’s exactly what you are! You’re just a kid!”

“Who has no idea what he’s doing!” Miles grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to squirm further from the beast on him.

His fingers sparked.

Miguel shoved his forearm against Miles’ neck, pushing his face against broken metal.

“Yeah well, I did get hundreds of Spider people away from your own club house.”

The roaring of spider people climbing the train travelled straight to Miguel’s ears.

“I guess he did plan this out!”

You smiled up at him. Seeing him smug back.

“And, I’m about to do this.”

He latched his sparking fingers onto Miguel’s shoulders. Clenching down and watching the starts of his electricity flow through the man’s arms.

The elder was the on struggling now, confused grunts paired with an effort to escape the boys hold.

“Everyone keeps tellin’ me how my story is s’posed to go.

Nah, Imma do my own thing.”

He pushed his whole hands against blue spiders chest.

“Sorry, but i’m going home.”

He pushed Miguel off of him right as he ignited the current buzzing underneath their veins. And watched as the Brunettes body ragdolled off of him and shot off the train and into the open sky.

The fanged man dragged his hand through waves of spider people, struggling to catch himself against smooth metal.

You looked back up at Miles, as he stood, connected by a single web to the speeding train.

“Goodbye, Gwen.”

He cut the thread and fell.

Gwen yelled for him, a call of his name. But peter? Peter just watched with his heart in his throat. His own betrayal heavy on his heart.

—

You were finally at home again. The stress of the day weighing high on the both of you. Even Mayday and Benji seemed to have noticed the tension.

Getting tired over all the moving and all the fighting, it was barely 7:30 before they were dead asleep.

“You think we’re bad parents?”

You were stood leaning over he crib, arms rested on its gates. Peter crowded over you, covering you in his smell and feeling. The weight on his body pressing against your back was akin to a weighted blanket, grounding you as you watched your sweet children breathe.

“Nah, Everyone has their first chase.”

“Well,..”

“Ehhh, want to see the cute photo I got of Benj and May?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

—

Your husband had been off the whole rest of the night. When you two had sat down together to watch the first mind numbing thing you could find, he couldn’t stop moving. Jittering with nerves.

You were waiting patiently for him to work the courage to say what he needed. Not ever preparing for something like this.

“Think Miles hates me?” It was said slyly. Like he was playing it off to be nothing, but the tension in his shoulder told you otherwise. “I think he’ll be hurt. And upset, but I don’t think he hates you.” He picked at his nails as you spoke, you curled your hands over the expanse of his chest and fit your ledge over his waist, he looked up at you through wet lashes.

“Are you sure cause-“ He cut himself off with a clear of his throat, not wanting to sob over something so *stupid in his head.

“Oh, baby. You’re so sweet, but he could never hate you.”

Peters hands stopped fiddling with themselves, smoothening down the curve of your ass and the small of your back.

“Okay,”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

He sounded relieved, if not a little suspicious.

He dug his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply.

“Creep.”

He nipped at your skin lightly in retaliation.

“Miguel talks to you too much.”

“Every sentence we shared was negative.”

“He’s like that.”

You scoffed at him playfully and he smiled into your neck, turning his cheek to your skin and watching you. “I’ll make sure next time we talk, it’ll be in sign.”

“No, I don’t speak ASL, what if he says something about me?”

“He says something about you out loud, baby.”

“Yeah but I can’t hear it if he’s signing.”

—

Even later in the night, when you heard the shower running and soft sobs coming from the bathroom. You did nothing but undress and climb in with him. Rubbing your hands soothingly down his back, spreading soap along his chest and back and massaging it in deep for him.

You let him hold himself up against you, and pretended not to notice the difference between the shower water and his tears. You dragged him down to your height, a hand tucked into his soft hair before your lips met his. He would settle his hands on your hips, push you ever closer to him. And take the comfort you gave him in stride.

Eventually you would pay mine to your water bill, and would dry each other off carefully, get dressed together and settle in your shared bed. It was 1 AM now, but you couldn’t care less, being in the arms of your lover had outweighed any negatives lack of sleep could bestow. He would make it up to Miles. Solve the problems of the universe (multiverse), and have you two meet for real. Introducing Miles to his wife, and his son to his twins.

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I WENT OFF THE RAILSSSS

probs making a part two later, for more peter daddy snippets and cute kids plus wifey reader