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fistfuloflightning · 1 month
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The moment Luo Binghe is shoved backwards into the Endless Abyss, he knows he will never return. No one comes back from the Abyss, the rift torn through reality. Doubly so, now that the seal upon his demonic heritage is shattered.
He sees Shizun’s face twist in something complicated and horrible, even as it grows smaller and finally disappears.
But he doesn’t ever hit the ground. Instead, warm water closes over his head and the force of his fall drives him deep. The water seems too thick around him and eventually even his cultivator’s lungs need a reprieve. And when he involuntarily opens his mouth all he tastes is blood.
Luo Binghe panics, gasping for air that is not there and searching blindly for the surface. And somehow he finds it, clawing his way out of the blood like some half-dead thing. There is blood in his eyes, he’s completely coated in it. He probably looks like a monster.
Somewhere to his side there’s the sound of people jumping to their feet, cries of shock and fear.
“Jiejie! Get Wei-gongzi! Now!”
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xenon-demon · 8 months
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I... have no idea what this is. No that's a lie I know exactly what this is, it's 2.6k of a Frozen AU with Steve as Elsa and Robin as Anna that I wrote in a fugue state after seeing a friend's production of Frozen: The Musical tonight. I have several WIPs I'm supposed to be working on and this is exactly none of them. Bone apple teeth. (Also I'm genuinely unsure if my usual crew of beloved enablers would even WANT to be tagged in this so... for now I'm not doing a taglist, and if I write any more of this AU I'll do one next time 😂)
“Steve!”
At the sound of his name, the Prince — now King, and boy is Robin going to take a while to get used to that — turns his head towards her. Seeing it's Robin, Steve gives his apologies to whatever noble he was talking to and steps away from their conversation. He makes his way over to Robin in just a few short strides, but his eyes flick back and forth between Robin and her new... well. She doesn't really want to think about what Eddie now is to her. In any case, she can already see a questioning frown start to brew on Steve's face, meaning this will be a much harder sell than she expected.
“Robin!” Steve exclaims, his gaze almost immediately sliding over to Eddie and giving him a once-over. He sounds markedly more subdued when he continues, “I see you've... made a friend.”
“Well, I wouldn't say a friend exactly!” Robin laughs, shrill and stilted, and gives Eddie's arm a pointed squeeze when he doesn't immediately join in. Getting the hint, Eddie finally starts laughing along. Hopefully Steve didn't notice her hinting, since she's had her arm wrapped around Eddie's since before she even called him over.
Steve raises an eyebrow at her, and shit does she need to keep this moving.
“This,” Robin announces, using the hand that's not around Eddie's arm to do a quick flourish in the direction of his face, “is Prince Edward of the Kingdom of Forest-Upon-Hills. We met at the ball tonight.”
“It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” says Eddie, trying his best to show the proper respect and bow as he does so. Robin's death grip on his arm prevents him from getting very far.
“Likewise,” Steve replies, sounding incredibly skeptical of this whole conversation. He then shoots Robin a look, which, rude, but also entirely warranted given what she's about to ask him.
Steeling herself, Robin begins to say, “Prince Edward and I-”
“Just Eddie is fine,” Eddie interrupts her, leaning in a little bit closer to her as he whispers. He's got terrible volume control, however, so she wouldn't know it was meant to be a whisper if she hadn't spent the past two hours talking to him.
“Not one for formalities, Prince Eddie?” Steve asks, the weight of his gaze finally leaving Robin's shoulders for a moment. God, she often wishes her brother was easier to read, but never as strongly as she does right now.
Eddie, meanwhile, straightens up so quickly it's like he's been electrocuted.
“Uh, not particularly, no. They grate on me,” Eddie says. He pauses for a moment, and Robin can see the deliberation on his face before he adds, “Your Majesty.”
“I'm not one for formalities either, Prince Eddie,” Steve says. His mouth twitches into a very small smile. “I prefer Steve.”
There's a pause, then, where Steve and Eddie are locked into some strange stare-down, while Robin looks on in vague exasperation. She's pretty sure she could strip naked and swing from the chandelier in the center of the ballroom and neither of them would take any notice of her. She's about to intervene, actually, because they really do not have time for whatever this is, when Eddie miraculously breaks the spell himself. He blinks a bit, looking away from Steve and back to Robin, face significantly more flushed than it was a minute ago.
“I believe you were saying something to K- to Steve, Princess?” Eddie asks, just about tripping over Steve's new title on instinct before catching himself.
Robin just barely restrains herself from rolling her eyes. She really is the bravest, most long-suffering warrior in all of Hawkins.
Putting her brave face back on, Robin turns to her brother and says, “Yes I was, thank you Eddie, I was saying that Prince Eddie and I-” and here she falters, because Steve looks back at her and meets her gaze. She swallows, trying to be subtle, and looks very pointedly at Steve's forehead instead of his eyes. She can't do this if she's looking him in the eye.
She takes another half second to compose herself, then rips the band-aid off.
“Prince Eddie and I seek your blessing for our marriage.”
“Excuse me?” Steve says, more like demands, almost choking on nothing. Robin's never seen her brother this off-kilter in her life. He doesn't even try to compose himself at  all before he says, “Robin, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?”
Robin swallows guiltily, knowing he'll see straight through her if she agrees.
“No. Anything you want to say to me, you can say to both of us,” Robin says, and how her voice stays steady, she doesn't even know. It probably helps that she's still not looking Steve in the eye.
“Robin- I don't-” Steve interrupts himself to run his gloved hands down his face. He pauses for a moment, face completely covered by his hands, and takes a deep sigh. When he removes his hands and starts speaking again, his voice is measured. Calm. Deadly.
“Rob, you can't marry a man you just met,” Steve states. The word man falls heavy off his tongue, and Robin knew she would regret coming out as a lesbian, she just didn't think it would be like this. Squaring herself up for the best performance of her life, Robin begins her improvised speech full of bullshit to convince her brother to let her do this.
Before she can, however, Eddie chimes in with, "You can if it's true love." Steve doesn't even spare Eddie a glance, but his frown does deepen significantly. Shit.
“Steve,” Robin begins, trying very hard to stay calm, “Eddie and I have a connection unlike any I've ever felt before. I lo-love him”—shit, she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat saying that, and judging by the almost-imperceptible twitch in Steve's eye, he knows too—“and I think it's time I start giving back to the Kingdom of Hawkins.”
“Giving back?” Steve asks, and fuck he's folding his arms across his chest now. “How exactly is this giving back to the kingdom? What you're doing is running headfirst into the first bad decision you can find.”
”I'm a bad decision?” Eddie asks. Both Robin and Steve ignore him.
“No, Steve, I'm giving back by giving the kingdom a new celebration to look forward to after your coronation,” Robin hisses. “A royal wedding is another opportunity to open the castle gates and bring the kingdom together-”
“Absolutely not,” Steve snaps, interrupting her. “We are not opening up the castle gates again for a long time.”
“Why not, Steve?” Robin snaps back. “Tonight's been great for the kingdom's morale, it's been great for you to see people and actually socialize-”
“You have no idea what's good for me, Robin,” Steve says, making her stop dead. It hurts, hearing Steve say that like it's obvious and she's stupid for not knowing it already. What hurts more is that it’s true.
Once it's clear Robin won't keep talking, Steve continues, “You asked for my blessing, and I do not give it. I don't approve of this, and if you're doing this in some misguided attempt to make me happy- quite frankly you've gone insane if you think this would make me happy.”
With that, he turns to walk away.
Okay, sure, she has no idea what Steve's whole deal is or why he's always shutting her out, but Robin is sure she knows what will help.
Sure, part of this crazy scheme is the vague idea that if Robin has a picture-perfect capable-of-bearing-children partnership, then Steve will be under less pressure himself to marry someone who can produce an heir. Maybe, with less scrutiny on his personal choices, he'll learn to relax and open up more over time. That idea falls apart pretty quickly, however, as the thought of producing an heir with a man - even one as fun to talk to as Eddie - makes her want to gouge her own eyes out. No, the real reasoning behind Robin's (admittedly insane) plan to marry someone she met two hours ago at her brother's coronation is so she has an ironclad reason for Steve to open the gates again. Sure, ideally it would've been a woman who caught her eye tonight, but she can't be picky. Robin doesn't meet anyone, especially with the castle locked up like it always is, and she has yet to think of something other than a wedding that would convince Steve to open the gates. Then Eddie came along, laughing and flirting (she thinks, at least; Robin's tried to black that part out) and professing his undying true love to her, and this was the best opportunity she was ever going to get.
And she has to convince her brother to open the gates again. Steve's been thriving tonight. He clearly loves the thrum of people, all of them dancing and laughing and enjoying themselves, and he's slowly coming out of his shell with every conversation he has with their subjects. Robin's spent more time talking to her brother tonight than she has in a long, long time. Too long for her to try to quantify it without crying.
Watching her brother turn away from her, the promise of a relationship with him going forward about to slip through her fingers, she knows she has to do something.
“Steve, wait-” Robin says, reaching out for Steve. She grabs him by the hand, feeling the soft cotton of the white gloves he always, always wears.
“Enough, Robin,” Steve says, not even looking back as he yanks his hand out of her grip. She's trying to hold on, though, so she's left holding his glove as Steve pulls his now-bare hand away from her. God, how upsetting is it that it's been years since she saw the back of her own brother's hands?
Steve swears, then, under his breath. Robin almost doesn't hear it; almost.
“Robin, give me my glove.” Steve's not asking; he's demanding. Robin can work with this.
“Not unless you talk to me about why you won't open the gates. Look at how tonight went, it's been so good for you-”
“This isn't up for debate, Robin, give me my glove,” and Steve reaches for it then, but Robin quickly holds the glove up high above her head before he can grab it.
“Why isn't it up for debate? Why do you isolate yourself all the time?” Robin's almost dancing now, twisting and turning as she tries to keep the glove away from Steve's grabbing hands. It doesn't help that he's taller than her, but she's more agile than people think, especially since Steve's in full coronation regalia right now. The material's stiff as a board at the best of times.
“You wouldn't understand, just give me the- ugh!” Steve's stopped trying to grab the glove, instead trying to restrain her and make it easier to grab.
“Maybe I would understand if you'd talk to me instead of shutting me out all the time-” Steve's almost got her in a headlock, but Robin ducks out from underneath it and quickly steps away and out of Steve's reach.
“Robin, that's enough!” Steve shouts, and then several things happen consecutively.
Steve reaches out towards Robin with his right hand, the one missing the glove.
Robin thinks she's going crazy, but- what look like snowflakes shoot out from Steve's hand where he's reached for her.
The crowd, most of whom had turned to look at Steve's shout, gasp, almost in unison.
“I- Steve-” Robin says, not quite sure where to start with the -- actually quite sizable -- pile of snow now on the ballroom floor.
“No,” Steve gasps, and Robin's never heard her brother so distraught. It makes something keen inside her, the sheer anguish in his voice. “No, no no no, this can't be happening, this can't-” Steve reaches up to pull at this hair, but more snow and ice shoots out from his hand as soon as it's pointing towards the ceiling. He flinches away from his own hand, sheer terror on his face, but with every movement Steve makes more and more snow and ice surrounds him. Within a few seconds, there's a wind picking up as well, and it's like a snowstorm is starting to form right there in the castle dining room.
The crowd, originally shocked into silence, starts to move again. Robin hears screaming, people running, shouting from the guards about an evacuation plan, but it's all faint and distorted like she's underwater. All she can focus on right now is Steve, the way his terror is only worsening by the moment.
“Steve, let me help you,” Robin calls over the roar of the crowd and the storm, taking a few steps towards him. She needs to get his attention before getting closer, the last thing she wants to do right now is startle him.
“Stay away from me!” Steve yells, holding up his hands in an instinctive 'stay back' gesture. Yet more ice shoots out towards Robin as he does so. “I’m not safe!”
“I don't care! You're my brother!” Robin shouts back, but Steve doesn't seem to hear her. He's looking down at his hands in horror, then at the waist-high line of ice between the two of them.
Robin somehow knows what he's going to do the moment before he does it.
“Steve!” Robin screams, breaking into a run. Steve's faster than her, always has been, so he makes it to the doors of the ballroom well before she can catch him. It also helps that people, even the guards posted at the doors, part to make room for him whenever he draws near. Seeing Steve push open the ballroom doors just enough to slip through them, Robin yells again, “Steve! Stop!”
“Princess Robin!” Someone crashes into Robin then, nearly sending the two of them flying. (Robin mentally thanks whatever God there may be that she wore pants and not a dress.) After regaining her footing, Robin looks at her assailant to find- oh, it's that guy. The Duke of one of their main trading partners, Tommy something. Haggard? Halfwit? Yeah, something like that.
“Princess Robin,” Tommy Hapless says, bending over with one hand on his knees and the other holding Robin's elbow as he catches his breath. God, Robin does not have time for this. “Princess, you can't- we need guidance. We need someone to... to lead us while the King is... indisposed.”
“I really don't have time for this,” Robin snaps, brushing his hand off her elbow. “Steve's my brother, I have to find him before he gets hurt!”
“I don't think... he's the one who'll be getting hurt,” Tommy Hanger-On says between gasps, quietly, but not so quiet Robin doesn't hear. She makes a point to stomp on his toes as she stalks off towards Eddie, who is doing his best to help people follow the evacuation advice. He looks faintly queasy, and very much like he would rather be literally anywhere else, but he's actually doing a pretty good job of guiding people where the guards want them.
Eddie doesn't notice her coming, so he jumps when Robin grabs him by the shoulder. She turns him around to face her, then grabs him by the other shoulder as well so she's looking him right in the eyes.
“I need to find Steve,” Robin says, not waiting for Eddie to finish whatever question he's opened his mouth to ask before continuing, “Can you take care of the kingdom until we get back?”
Eddie goes pale instantly. “What? I can't-”
“You're a prince, right? I know Forest-Upon-Hills is a pretty small kingdom, but how different can Hawkins really be?” Eddie doesn't look reassured, but Robin cares very little about that right now. She claps him on both shoulders in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture.
She grabs Eddie's hand and thrusts it up into the air, shouting, “Prince Eddie is in charge until I return!”
She then drops his hand before turning and running out into the night, ignoring the chaos behind her and the faint sounds of Eddie's confused protests.
Nothing matters to her now except for finding Steve.
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kierancaz · 2 months
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So desperate to feel something I’ve stooped so low as to putting on a mcu movie
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Thinking about how many times Simon will have his moments, realizations like - oh right, my boyfriend's a prince.. I'm in love with the future king of Sweden! Because it's nowhere near his mind usually. Wille's just Wille to him. You know, just the handsome, kind, why are you like this boy he loves. But inevitably, there will be moments like, oh right.. Kronprinsen! 💜
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jemgirl86 · 4 months
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Let me get this straight, in your ideal version of TFATWS:
The opening would be about Steve not staying in the past so that he and Bucky can “get back together,” even though they were absolutely never together in the first place, thus making them the focus.
You would then have Steve and Sam (two people who are best friends btw) get into it over the shield, because even in your fantasies for a “better” show, Steve would be a crappy friend to Sam.
Then you have Sam still needing money and going through the racist loan stuff. Mind you, this is your fantasy version of the show, right? So you could have Sam be financially fine (like Scott, Clint, Bucky, and, well, every other supe post Endgame), but, no, he still has to have that extra bit of bad luck.
Then Joaquin is what? Randomly and vaguely homophobic for some reason????
And ep 1 ends with Steve… apologizing but then telling Sam about the government trying to take the shield, which implies he wants/expects Sam to do something about it?
Oh IKYFL 😭😭
Stickies remain unhinged I see.
I mean, okay, on the one hand, who am I to judge anyone’s headcanons?
On the other hand…
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teecupangel · 10 months
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this is about the Desmond x modern warfare
What if Desmond still had trauma from Abstergo forcing him into the animus? Like, even after he died, Desmond always had a massive fear of needles (and reclining chairs) and so when the team needs to do mandatory check ups, he is quite literally found climbing out a window to escape.
how would the team feel about this news? Also what if they find files about Abstergo’s experiments, and Desmond has a top secret files, with videos of his time in the animus (they don’t know what it is, so assume it’s some sort of futuristic torture device or something). Did he have seizures in the animus? Was he in pain? How would the 141 react?
To be fair, Shepherd wouldn’t let Desmond have any medical exams or checkups while he’s with Task Force 141 because any record of his DNA would be flagged by Abstergo immediately. Desmond can’t even pretend to be Desmond Miles’ ‘secret younger brother’ because his genes would immediately flag him as 100% Desmond Miles.
And Desmond knows that so he’d always make excuses or flat-out just not appear or even use his stealth skills to leave without anyone realizing it because Desmond understands how dangerous it would be for anyone to get a hold of his DNA (again). Sure, they say they’re just giving him vitamins or some other medical whatever but Desmond can’t risk his DNA getting taken even with the promise that nothing would be taken (which is bullshit because how can they check his health if they don’t take any samples???)
Anyway, this won’t happen during the timeframe of The Shadow’s Endgame but let’s say that:
Task Force 141 learns of Desmond’s past, maybe it’s even the ‘redacted’ condensed version about a ‘Subject 17: Desmond Miles’ that they got from an Abstergo facility
Task Force 141 would see snippets of Desmond Miles’ time in the Animus although, to be fair, he just looks like he’s sleeping in that one. There were no mentions of him having a seizure or any negative effects while in Abstergo’s Animus because, well, he was only in the Animus for about 9 days.
If you really want them to believe that the Animus is some kind of torture device, it would probably be better to focus on Desmond’s time in the Animus when he was with the Assassins because that’s where his Bleeding Effect started taking center stage and, from what I could remember, Abstergo’s Animus didn’t need any needle. That needle was more of an addition from Rebecca’s Baby as some kind of IV drip to keep Desmond ‘healthy’ while he’s in the Animus for long periods of time (although I do usually write it as both an IV drip and another way to stabilize the synchronization rate without affecting the subject’s health) as Rebecca is the type of person who would try to make Baby as ‘comfy’ as possible.
Honestly, Price and the others would probably assume that Desmond was tortured or had been part of a program that used some kind of drug to manipulate a person, whether it was a torture session to make him talk or some kind of experimental psychoactive drug that is meant to do something (Gaz guesses the drug might be a mind-altering drug of some kind)
Especially if the video they see has Lucy going “Do you know who you are? What’s your name?” which, to spec ops teams like Task Force 141, would sound like someone trying to get a base answer to check the current status of the drugs in Desmond’s system and not someone who is trying to be careful not to ‘spook’ Desmond if he is currently Bleeding.
So yeah, they’d believe that Desmond is under some kind of psychoactive drug in those videos and the redacted files would only confirm their theory once they start reading things like “Subject 17 has the highest affinity to the Bleeding Effect so far” and “Bleeding Effect duration is now 50% longer than three days ago…”
Unfortunately, Task Force 141 would accept this new information grimly because they have seen shit and this kind of thing? It’s, unfortunately, not unique in their line of work. They won’t try to act any differently around Desmond because they know that treating him like he’s made of glass would just make Desmond realize what they have learned and, well… those who usually had been in Desmond’s (supposedly) position usually don’t like to be treated differently. They want to be treated normally, to affirm to themselves that they’re okay, they’re still ‘normal’.
If Desmond opens up to them, that would be good but they won’t force it on him.
Because sometimes…
The best way to help someone is to remind them without trying so hard that there are people who think and see them as… normal.
(Price would suggest Desmond be given a licensed and discreet therapist to one of the higher-ups and, really, the most qualified would probably be Chewy at this point since Victoria Bibeau is already dead)
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rosegardenpink · 6 months
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this is probably the most nsft post i've made, but i can imagine gale having god-like stamina. man was sleeping with a goddess for HOW LONG? he's gotta be fucking good at it to keep her attention as long as he did.
just imagining the first time him and morgan are properly alone at gale's tower... you'd think the aasimar paladin with 18 str and 16 con would be able to keep up with the 8 str wizard, but man oh man does morgan not know what he's getting himself into. hours later and morgan's sobbing, his mind and body putty in gale's hands, and gale's barely broken a sweat. he's still a gentleman about it though, always making sure morgan is alright, and despite how tired and wrung out he is he keeps begging gale to keep going.
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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year
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Fic appreciations #18
Living Proof
by ArwenKenobi
Another one that I somehow haven't posted about yet! There are so many!
This is an Endgame fix-it with a bucket full of grief and an absolute tsunami of eventual comfort.
After the battle, Peter is still reeling from the fact that Tony is gone when he learns that May is also gone. She died when the snap happened, but she wasn't directly snapped, so she isn't coming back.
In this story, the whole Ironfam was a lot closer pre-snap than we get to see in canon. Peter goes home with Pepper and Morgan, and they all grieve a lot, and it hurts a lot for a while.
But, all is not as it seems. My bestie Tony Stark is coming back.
Featuring:
Tony Gets To Be With His Fucking Children rights
Peter and Morgan = best siblings
Ironfam pre-snap was the bomb
Grief TM
Dread Pirate Fury
Tony was a paranoid bastard man and planned so many posthumous protocols
Evil grape soda
Domestic bliss
Word count: 64,660
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verfound · 7 months
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FIC: Coffee Shop Soundtrack: 10/11 (MLB; Luka)
Notes: @goldenlaurelleaveswrites saved this chapter. 🖤🖤🖤 I was so close to scrapping it all if not for her. One more to go!
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9
Song URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEYiUjfVKj4
Coffee Shop Soundtrack
Chapter Ten: That Saturday He Started to Breathe Again
The rest of the meal seemed to pass in a blur.
…it was a good blur, though, compared to the blur the rest of the week had been.  A happy blur.  One filled with laughter, and smiles, and more than a few awkward blushes and secret smiles.
Mateo had joined them for drinks – and appetizers – as he caught up with the family.  For all the times that Luka had been to the restaurant with Marinette, this was the first time he was actually meeting the man, and he was surprised to learn how close they all really were.  Tom had said they were old university buddies, but it turned out Mateo was actually Tom’s roommate through those years – and the reason he had met Sabine.
“This goof could not string two coherent words together around her,” Mateo laughed, slapping a hand against Tom’s back.  “She worked at her parent’s restaurant, making the desserts.  It was love at first sweetheart cake!”
“…sweetheart cake?” Luka asked, looking at Marinette.  She giggled and leaned in, ignoring the old argument Tom and Mateo were falling into (“It was not – I loved her for more than her baking!”).
“It’s a sweet melon pastry,” she said.  There was a glimmer in her eye as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.  “Maman’s are the best.  I’ll make them for you sometime.”
“I thought it was love at first sweetheart ice cream?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.  Sabine chuckled as she patted his shoulder.
“You’ve met Tom, dear,” she said, smiling at the arguing friends across the table.  “He’s such a hopeless romantic.  It’s sweetheart everything with him.”
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Mike grabbing the collar of Will's shirt and kissing him softly, the painting dropping out of his hand and onto the floor. "You, Will, you are who I care about."
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rogers-the-musical · 6 months
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Let’s Ramble About Steggy
Y’all, I’m really missing the emotional journey of Peggy’s in EG: last time we see her, she’s still fragile over his loss (and tbh, I know she let him go, but I can’t imagine she’d ever stopped loving him more than learned to move on, and there’s plenty of evidence to support that). I want to see the moment she completely falls apart. I want to see the shock, the surprise, the gentle way he comes back—and for heaven’s sake, I want to see him go back!!
Rogers: the Musical is my most favorite thing ever, and their reunion is so precious; but when I saw it in person, I was waiting for her to run up and hug him. I know it’s theater and they couldn’t do that with the buildup and the story they were telling; and I love it the way it is. But I do wish we could get an actual, realistic telling of it. …Hey Marvel, I know it’s a tender, private moment, but could you hire Marcus and McFeely back for just a moment to do a six episode series on Steve returning the stones? Ending with what led up to that dance? Please?
(Though honestly, you should probably go read Dancing at Last by @melliabee. Her telling so so precious and tender and loving, and even though she has an apartment instead of a house in this, it’s the most accurate and detail-oriented telling I’ve ever read.)
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acabecca · 8 months
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Summer Sun // a The Summer I Turned Pretty fanfic
For as long as Riley Bay could remember, their names had always been linked; Belly and Conrad, Conrad and Belly.
And that was okay. Because for as long as it had been Belly and Conrad, it had been Riley and Jeremiah.
But then Susannah died, and it all went to hell. It wasn’t Belly and Conrad anymore, it wasn’t Riley and Jeremiah; it was Belly and Jeremiah. Riley was out on her own. One summer had changed everything, and she’d barely been able to find a place to fit in her friends lives anymore.
Maybe now, maybe this summer, was the time to finally put things right.
At least, it would be if Riley let Belly get her own way.
taglist: @sgtbuckyybarnes @fcundwitch @katiekinswrites @if-you-onlyknew @hiddenqveendom @far-shores @eddiemunscns @steveshcrringtons @stanshollaand @starcrossedjedis
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s/o to the anonymous ao3 user who commented on That Which Binds Us & implied that I’ve never read anything by iron_spider, as if I wouldn’t literally sell my soul to them
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thompsborn · 4 months
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wait actually since the new spidey game has kind of caused a new rise in love for parksborn i’m gonna lowkey self promote one of my favorite fics that i’ve ever written that i love to reread regularly:
it’s kind of a combination of different canons? it’s basically like. the potential tasm parksborn had plus mcu irondad but it’s peppermay and rhodeytony as queer parental figures plus peter finding a kitten on patrol and that kitten becoming their (first) child
here’s a snippet in case anyone is interested:
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A year and a half later, Penny ruins Harry’s plans when she finds the ring in the closet and trots on out to the living room with it in her mouth, not a care in the world. Peter is putting on a movie and Harry is tapping away at his phone screen when she settles on the carpet, dropping the ring to paw at it playfully, and only when she meows at it do they both look over.
Harry sucks in a sharp breath when he sees what she has. Peter’s just confused, head tilting to the side, brows bunching together and voice lilted as he asks, “Is that a ring?”
“Uh—” Harry’s voice cracks. He clears his throat. It doesn’t help much. “Looks like it.”
It’s an idiotic situation and they’re both stupid, Harry too busy panicking and Peter’s mind connecting the dots rapidly, and by the time they realize what’s going to happen, when she leans down to bite at it, there’s not enough time for them to jump up and stop her. In seconds, the ring is in her mouth, and then it’s gone.
She swallowed the fucking thing.
In the aftermath, there’s silence, before Peter weakly asks, “Was that an engagement ring?”
“Oh my god,” Harry whispers. “Oh my fucking god.”
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wildlittledaisies · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nancy Drew (TV 2019) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ace/Nancy Drew Characters: Ace (Nancy Drew), Nancy Drew, Bess Marvin, Carson Drew, George Fayne, Ned Nickerson, Ryan Hudson, Connor (Nancy Drew) Additional Tags: Ace is a Hardy confirmed, Post series finale work, I stayed up all night because I don't want to process that this is the end, nace proposal Summary:
Nancy and Ace have settled down five years later, finally happy together. Ace is ready for the next step
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sharkiezpancake · 8 months
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there's no way the crappy byler fic i wrote over eight months ago and never published has me feeling like this. i wanna cryyyy.
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