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tennessoui · 11 months

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democratic fic part one

here she is!!!! as a quick refresh, i posted a poll of fic prompts and asked everyone to vote as to which one i would write. the prompt that won (by a pretty narrow margin) is "GFFA universe, reverse age, Sith apprentice Obi-Wan and Senator Anakin". this is ~3k to set everything up, and i'll post two polls later today that will guide the next part of the fic! i'll pin a post with links to all ficlets and polls to my front page for the time the story runs, so people can find things easily - please enjoy and, when the polls are up, please vote!!!

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The chancellor’s secretary types every letter of every word with deliberate intent, methodical and precise. Each time her finger hits a key, a loud clunk reverberates around the quiet front office.

Anakin is sure that the secretary tampered with it somehow to make it so loud. He has no idea as to why a person would do such a thing, but she had to have.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk.

Anakin hadn’t slept well last night. He’s been nursing the beginnings of a headache since dawn, and it’s only gotten worse as the day drags on. All of his kindness and patience was spent before he even stepped foot into the Senate building, and the chancellor’s secretary is currently dancing on his last nerve with each kriffing clunk of her type-writer.

The air around him—the Force—warps and shivers. Anakin’s headache blooms into itself properly, and he gives into the urge to rub at his temples with one hand. Of all the days for the Chancellor to request his presence for afternoon lunch, it had to be this one, when all Anakin actually wants to do is find a dark area and lie down.

The Force trembles again, reverbrating around the small waiting room with such intensity that Anakin straightens, skin crawling. It’s like the Force is screaming at him in a language he doesn’t speak.

He’s on edge, but he doesn’t know why.

Stars, he doesn’t need a fancy lunch with the chancellor. He needs a dark room to take cover in and Force-suppression cuffs locked on his wrists so he can focus on something other than nebulous, useless warnings.

And he needs this blasted headache to subside, or someone’s going to—

“Excuse me,” a soft voice breaks the stillness of the room, and—miracle upon miracles—makes the clunk of the type-writer halt. “Is this the Chancellor’s office?”

The Force rings one final time and then goes quiet, like it’s disappeared all together.

“Yes,” the secretary tells the newcomer. “But he’s currently in a meeting. Do you have an appointment?”

Anakin closes his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him. It’s not a posture befitting that of a Senator of his stature or age, but he’s weary down to his bones.

“I don’t, no,” the soft voice says, something like amusement curling around the syllables. There’s the rustle of fabric, and then the quiet sound of fingers tapping against the edge of the secretary’s desk. “Actually, I believe my grandfather is currenttly meeting with him. I was asked to join at the end to introduce myself. What benefit the Chancellor will receive by meeting a failed Jedi and boy from Serenno, I hardly know, but my grandfather is an ambitious man. At least when it comes to his grandson.” The speaker lets out a small laugh, more breath than sound. It makes the secretary giggle.

Anakin hadn’t known they were capable of making that sound. She hasn't so much as smiled at Anakin before, and he sees her several times a week.

He rolls his head to the side and opens his eyes a crack to look at the newcomer.

Ah.

Well, that explains the giggle.

There’s a boy leaning against the secretary’s desk, head tilted as he dimples down at her. He’s tucked a piece of his auburn hair behind his ear so that his profile is unobstructed to Anakin’s gaze. More of the strands cascade to his shoulder, shining red-gold in the light of the waiting room. His eyes are a pale blue, his skin pale as well. His nose is narrow and proud, but it’s his smile that’s most mesmerizing. That or the twinkling of gold jewelry wrapped through his hair, dangling from his ear and neck. Gold powder is smeared across his eyelids and over his cheeks.

Whatever he may say, the boy does not look like just a boy from Serenno. And he certainly looks as far from a Jedi as it’s possible to be.

Poor girl, Anakin thinks with a slight smirk of his own as he lets his eyes fall closed again. If he were ten years younger and the boy was staring at him like that, he thinks he’d be similarly affected.

“May I have your name?” the secretary asks. “I’ll comm the Chancellor.”

“Oh, thank you,” the boy murmurs. “That would be quite superb.”

Superb. Honestly.

“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he adds. “My grandfather is Count Dooku.”

“Yavi,” the secretary gives her own name, even though Kenobi had not asked. She sounds incredibly winded.

“Pleasure,” Kenobi tells her; there’s a slight shift in his tone, its volume, like he’s turned his head. The Force trembles. “I’ll wait here. Do me a favor though: if they sound like they’re still talking about tax exemptions and resource management for Serenno, spare me, please. I’d rather sit out here with the lovely company than in there listening to two old men arguing about water law.”

The secretary giggles once more and resumes typing, this time probably typing out the comm number of the Chancellor.

Soft steps signal that Kenobi has taken his leave of the secretary.

Fabric whispers as the air shifts slightly and the boy settles into the seat next to him.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk.

“I was including you when I spoke of the lovely company in this room, sir,” the boy says softly, just for him.

“Do you always flirt with everyone you meet?” he asks, stubborn enough to keep still and not engage the boy, arms crossed over his chest and eyes closed. He is tired. His head hurts.

Though—the headache has lessened, actually now that he’s thinking about it. It feels like half the pressure around his mind has disappeared.

The boy breathes out a laugh and shifts. “Senator, do you always assume everyone is flirting with you?”

“You called me lovely,” Anakin points out rather roughly. Lovely. He can’t think of the last time anyone has called him that.

He is a man of forty years with more wrinkles on his face than laughter lines. He is a senator that is feared in the Chambers. His temper and incredibly high standards ensure that he cannot keep an assistant for more than a few months.

Lovely.

“You are incredibly bright in the Force,” Kenobi says. “It is almost blinding, but…pleasant to brush against.”

As if to illustrate his point in the physical plane, his sleeve whispers against the bare skin of Anakin’s bicep as he moves slightly.

“It is lovely,” the boy finishes. A moment passes, and Anakin can hear the smile in his voice. “And besides, I never flirt with someone whose eyes I cannot see.”

Anakin turns his head to look incredulously at Kenobi, realizing a beat too late that in doing so, he has opened his eyes and engaged the boy.

Up close, Kenobi’s smile is boyish and disarming and devastating.

“Hello there,” Kenobi says, two deep dimples framing the curve of his lips. “My name is Obi-Wan. I would have yours, Senator.”

Anakin’s mouth is opening, tongue moving almost against his will. Certainly not with conscious thought. “Anakin Skywalker.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan repeats. “It’s lovely to meet you.” He holds out his hand, pale and elegant, slightly limp as if he requires Anakin’s help in holding it up.

Anakin is going to reply, mouth already open to once more protest the adjective even as he reaches out to take his hand, but the sound of a door sliding open interrupts him.

In the blink of an eye, Kenobi is on his feet, hands falling behind his back and pale blue sleeves engulfing that delicate skin. Anakin turns to look as well and rises to his feet at the sight of the Chancellor.

He is a good head taller than Kenobi, he notices and then dismisses the thought just as quickly as it occurred to him.

“Chancellor,” Kenobi murmurs respectfully, dropping into a deep bow. Anakin cannot remember the last time he bowed before the Chancellor, but then Palpatine has been his friend and mentor figure since he first donned the robes of a Senatorial aide. They are past empty shows of respect.

“This must be your grandson, Count Dooku,” Palpatine says, approaching Kenobi and holding out the back of his hand in a pantomime of the same gesture Kenobi had just shown Anakin.

Kenobi brushes his lips against the back of his hand before straightening.

“Well-trained,” Palpatine remarks, an odd, appraising tone note coloring his tone. “I understand there is no blood relation between you two?”

“No, Chancellor,” a white-haired man replies, slipping out from the Chancellor’s shadow to stand at the midway point between Kenobi and Palpatine. He looks stern, Anakin thinks. His lips have turned down into a frown naturally, accentuating the wrinkles around his mouth. His eyes move over Kenobi in a way Anakin can only call disinterested, detached. “Adopted.”

“What generosity,” Palpatine murmurs, tucking his hands into the balloonish sleeves of his robes. “How many years have you been living with the Count, Obi-Wan?”

“Ten years, sir,” Kenobi replies easily. “He adopted me when I was thirteen.”

“Ah,” Palpatine says. His voice is silky. “If I am not mistaken, thirteen is the age that Jedi Initiates are asked to leave the Temple if no Jedi Master has requested to take them as their padawan, yes?”

The muscles in Obi-Wan’s back tense and shift. “That’s correct, sir. I was on Bandomeer working in the Agricorps when Count Dooku found me.”

“If only he had expressed interest in training you sooner, when he was a Jedi Master and you an Initiate!” Palpatine remarks, tilting his head.

“You must be mistaken, sir,” Obi-Wan replies, sounding rather sheepish, as if he cannot believe his own gall at correcting the Chancellor of the Republic. “Count Dooku is not training me at all. Our relationship could not be further from that of a Jedi Master and Padawan.”

Palpatine’s eyes flash with something unreadable. “But of course,” he finally murmurs. “I was only referring to your Court education. I apologize if my wording…pressed against a bruise.”

The Count clears his throat with a smile. It looks like it pains him. “No harm has come to myself or my grandson. There is no need for an apology, Chancellor.”

Anakin shifts and thinks of interrupting. The conversation is awkward, simmering with some emotion that Anakin cannot place. His headache is back in full-force.

“Your generosity knows no bounds, Count. How long will you be on Coruscant during this visit?” The Chancellor asks, turning his head to look at the Count.

“That depends on my grandson, your Excellency,” Dooku tilts his head, and Obi-Wan shifts and then smiles.

“I requested this trip, Chancellor,” Obi-Wan says. “It has been a decade since I last stepped foot on Coruscant, and I found that I missed it. Though I feel as if I have been rather rudely confronted by the reality that I may never have known the real Coruscant—after all, I lived in the Jedi Temple. Markedly different from the rest of the planet, I fear.”

“Ah,” the Chancellor replies. “So this is a trip fueled by nostalgia. How excellent.”

“Obi-Wan has his sights set on politics,” Dooku adds wiith a slight roll of his eyes. “Do not let him fool you. We’ve rented an apartment a sector away from the season. He is hoping to find a temporary placement within the Senate.”

“Oh?” The Chancellor says. “How…ambitious. Do you have your eye on any senator specifically? I believe both from Serenno have aides already.”

“I am Stewjoni by birth,” Obi-Wan says. “Their coalition in the Senate is powerful, and I believe Senator Aaerul is in want of an aide. If I cannot entice him into taking me, I will look elsewhere.”

For the first time since the Chancellor arrived, Obi-Wan tilts his head in Anakin’s direction, flashing his blue eyes and deep dimples.

“Perhaps Senator Skywalker would be willing to take me,” he purrs.

Anakin is, of course, aghast at the boy’s brazenness. “Unfortunately, I am not currently in need of an aide. Perhaps Senator Bail Organa, from Alderaan.”

Kenobi’s smile slips seamlessly into a small pout. “That is unfortunate,” he agrees with a sigh.

Palpatine’s eyes narrow as he glances between them. “Yes, I believe Senator Aaerul would be a worthwhile placement, young one. And I wish you all the best. Now—”

“Senator,” Obi-Wan says, eyes focused on Anakin’s face with such intensity that Anakin must look back at him. “How long have you lived on Coruscant?”

Anakin blinks. “Twenty-five years.”

“Would you say you know the planet well?” The boy’s head tilts, his hair a waterfall of golden autumn as it spills over against his shoulder.

“Yes, I suppose,” Anakin replies, tearing his eyes away from his hair to focus on his face.

“I am sure you are a busy man, Senator, but I would be quite obliged if you would accompany me around the sector. If you had the time. Perhaps on a day without a Senate assembly?”

Anakin can feel his eyebrows raise. “I would be terrible company.”

“We have been over this,” Obi-Wan’s eyes become slits with the force of his smile. “I think you are lovely.”

“I—” Anakin swallows and tucks his hands behind his back. His eyes dart to look over at the two older men, both of whom are watching carefully with great interest. He does not want to engage this fae of a boy, unsure where that could lead, where it would end.

But the idea of rejecting him once again in front of his grandfather and the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic makes Anakin feel rather…uncomfortable. He is not a heartless man.

He sighs, barely even noticing that his headache has faded to almost nothing. Perhaps it’s that release from pain that makes him give in. Perhaps he is just weak to a pair of earnest blue eyes.

“I…will see if there is time in my schedule,” he says, and Obi-Wan beams at him.

Lovely, the word echoes in his mind, though it is surely not Anakin who has thought it…probably.

“Thank you, Senator,” he murmurs, hands clasping in front of his chest. “I will give you my comm sequence, you’ll let me know when you have time?”

“Yes,” Anakin agrees grudgingly. “That is what I’ve said.” He slips his comm from his tunics and presents it to Kenobi. The boy takes it with another smile and enters his comm sequence with a flourish.

“Brilliant,” Obi-Wan says, passing it back. “I look forward to it.”

“Obi-Wan, we should take our leave,” Dooku says before Anakin can respond. “I believe the senator is overdue for lunch with the Chancellor.”

“Thank you,” Anakin dips his head automatically. He has, after all, been waiting for over an hour.

“Oh, apologies, my dear boy,” the Chancellor says, sounding startled. He lays a hand over Anakin’s arm. Anakin barely contains the urge to raise his eyebrows. The Chancellor has not called him dear boy since he turned thirty. “I did not even notice the time. We were too engaged upon tax exemptions on Serenno.”

Without conscious thought, Anakin’s eyes dart to Obi-Wan. The boy gives him a wink and a small smirk. Unbidden and to his utmost surprise, Anakin feels a responding smile twitch at the corner of his own lips.

“Chancellor, it was a pleasure to meet you,” the boy bows once more to Palpatine before he moves to the side, allowing Dooku to brush past him. “Anakin, I look forward to your comm.”

The gall of the boy. It’s almost impressive how brazen he is.

The pair take their leave, Obi-Wan throwing one more smile over his shoulder at Anakin, as if he cannot help himself.

The waiting room is still and quiet for several long moments in their absence. Anakin feels sort of like he’s been bludgeoned over the head.

“Senator, please,” Palpatine recovers first, a thoughtful look on his face as he gestures for Anakin to follow him into his office. “I feel there is much to discuss.”

Anakin cannot help himself from looking back at the door Kenobi has just left through, though logically he knows that no one will be there to catch his glance.

The only thing that greets him is the dour expression on Palpatine’s secretary’s face and the sound of her fingers on the keyboard as she resumes typing.

Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk.

#democratic fic #obikin #sith obi-wan #senator skywalker #oh you know palpatine is pissed af #kit's fics #not a poll question but i would be interested in hearing from you: would you want obi-wan's pov as well or just stick with anakin?

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igarbagecannoteven · 1 year

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hi megs!!! i hope you're still taking these because i'd love to know 🤩, 🎉, 🥳, and 🎆 if you'd like to share! -hazel

hiya hazel! i am always taking asks, especially since i am answering them a whole month later like this one (sorry) thanks so much for sending these in love you lots <3

🤩: what’s one of your favorite lines or exchanges you wrote this year? answered here, but i also enjoy this line from the same fic: 'Luke sets his jaw, his expression a mix of fear and determination. “I vote we commence Operation Heartbreak Girl.”' i mean what's not to love??

🎉: where have you noticed the most growth in your writing? i think i've gotten better at writing very short ficlets in a style more befitting fanfic (altho it's obviously not perfect yet). i'm a big believer that different formats and mediums require different sorts of stories and different focuses, and one of the the things i love about fanfic as a medium is the fact that it has the room for short little stories that don't have to feel incredibly tight the way they would if they were written for literary publication. sometimes i fall into the trap of thinking of fics like short stories or similar mediums (since that's what i've been trained to write) and it's been good to practice getting out of that style more

🥳: what writing accomplishment made you most proud? answered here and here!

🎆: what are you most excited to work on or share in 2023? answered here, but i'm also really excited to start working on more fics for other fandoms! i'm trying to expand my wheelhouse a little more (altho don't worry, there's still plenty of 5sos fic on the way lol) and it's fun to try my hand at different characters and worlds!

#hazel #answering mail #i've already got a couple fics for other fandoms ready to be posted for a couple different fic events in february #i'm trying to write more femslash bc i feel bad that i currently don't have any even tho i've got over 30 fics now #more of my stuff needs to pass the bechdel test lol

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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Now that I’m done with the weird stuff meme (which I did...more of than expected, honestly!), I’m going to put my current list of to posts under the cut, mostly as self-encouragement. Feel free to say which ones you like the best/are most looking forward to, but I’ll also put up a separate voting post when it’s time to post stuff.

Continuations

Quiet Room final chapter (+ possibly extras after if people are interested)

Light on the Door final chapter

Delight in Misery next chapter (then write the rest of the plot)

Polyphonic two chapters (then rewrite the one that didn’t work)

Pastime next chapter (...then figure out what next)

strange creatures - I have plot but no chapters

same river twice - I have plot but no chapters

unfettered - I have ideas but no chapters

a sick thought - I have ideas but no chapters

Non-continuations

Fic swap fic (WRH/NMJ)

Dangerous Game sequel (rarepairs + smut)

Darlings (“Hey, wait,” Nie Huaisang exclaimed, affronted. “Why does Lan Zhan get to go to visit the Burial Mounds and I don’t?!”)

Onmyoji movies/MDZS crossover fic

WWX & LQR bonding 1

60k Jane Eyre feat. WRH/LQR (alt name: it can’t be Jane Eyre if you don’t really remember the plot of Jane Eyre...can it?)

NHS is mean to LXC

Su She & Jin Zixun time travel

Tigers AU

WWX adopted by Lan Yueheng

I’m sorry that I thought of a terrible joke instead of filling this prompt

LWJ gets drunk

JGY & NMJ bodyswap, feat. little kitten thinks of murder all day

LQR time travel

JGY & JZX body swap

WWX meets Lao Nie

JZX/JYL/NHS

3 times someone tried to corrupt NMJ and failed and one time he accidentally corrupted someone else

JC/NMJ/NHS imperial AU

Song of Turmoil goes awry

JC/Wen Xu

JYL/NHS pen pals

5 times about LQR and Lan Yueheng

god!NMJ alternate

NMJ/LXC short

JGY assassin AU

NMJ/LXC 5 times

NHS gets tasked with fixing postcanon JC & WWX relationship

expected crossover ficlet

time travel WWX meets LQR

post-Sunshot poaching

deaged LQR & WWX

LQR & WWX bonding 2 (this time, with time travel)

NMJ/JGY have a kid

LQR & WWX bonding 3 (unfinished, currently murdering me)

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

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Your crowning glory

Julie is ready to become the queen of Genovia, but with the government demanding her marriage, things just got a whole lot more complicated...

Sequel to I don't need wings to help me fly

On AO3!

So I promised a sequel to my Rulie Princess Diaries ficlet by making the sequel Rukebox, and here it is... I hope you enjoy my attempt to write Julie/Luke for the first time in forever before I of course turned it into my OT3.

This is my 50'th JatP fic! Whooo!

Julie wiped the tears away from her face as she steadfastly looked out the airplane window, anything to avoid the empty seat beside her, the seat that she thought would have Reggie occupying it as the plane took off for Genovia.

It all started when abuela had dropped a bit of unwelcome news on her a few days prior…

“What do you mean I have to be married to get the crown?” Julie asked, fuming with rage and confusion.

“The ministers feel that a queen should always have a consort, especially at the start of their rule. They have stated that you must marry if you wish to reign,” Maria stated sadly. “I tried appealing to them mija, I really did, but they are firm in this.”

Julie clutched Reggie’s hand, turning towards him. They had been together for some time now, but she was always sure they were it for each other. Yet his face was sad, and resigned.

“Julie… you know they’ll never accept me as your consort. They’ll want someone from the gentry, someone with noble blood. Not some bass player from Silver Lake without a title,” Reggie said.

“I don’t give a damn about blood, you have the noblest heart there is!” Julie argued, clutching at him all the tighter.

Unfortunately abuela confirmed that they would require Julie to marry someone of royal, or at least noble blood, and through a very tear filled conversation, Reggie let her go. Julie was too broken-hearted to fight, too downtrodden over having her fate decided for her yet again. But this time there was no one telling her to fight it, in fact he was supporting it. But Julie decided she would go, marry whatever member of the gentry they threw at her, get her crown and annul the marriage not five minutes later. She could play their game all too well.

Of course, Julie knew in her heart of hearts she could never really go through with something so mean spirited, and resolved to find a man she could at least be fond of if she was to marry him, even as her heart ached for Reggie and the future they had once promised each other.

Genovia was beautiful, and Julie wished she could take more joy in it, but she was still bitter and sad, she could barely enjoy it. Thankfully her family understood, letting her wallow upon arrival. But even a week later she was still secluded in her room, refusing to leave as she wailed and sobbed, letting the reality of her situation really sink in.

Well, Victoria had enough of that, and decided that Julie needed to get out of her funk, even if she did understand, and sympathized. She was to become queen at the end of the summer, and it wouldn’t do to have a queen in seclusion. So she hatched a plan, and smiled as it came to fruition.

Julie was still in her room, face down in a pillow, feeling utterly defeated when a knock sounded at the door. “Go away!”

“Girl you did not just tell me to go away after not seeing me for months,” came a voice, and Julie’s head shot up, smiling for the first time in what felt like forever at seeing Flynn. She rushed forward, embracing her best friend and let out another sob. Flynn soothed her quietly, promising that she would kick Reggie’s butt when she got back to LA, but for now… “Show me your kingdom Jules! I wanna see the royal jewels, and the clothes and help you plan the most kick ass wedding slash coronation ever!”

“God I missed you,” Julie said, leading Flynn towards her truly impressive closet.

Julie was given a large list of potential candidates for her future suitor. Flynn put in a joking vote for the prince of England, but given he was openly gay and in a very public relationship with the son of the president of the United States, Julie didn’t think she had much chance there. But he was awfully nice to look at…

The rest of the choices ranged from men old enough to be her abuelo to younger than Carlos. Europe was rich with nobility, but few were suitable for Julie. Finally they landed on the Duke of Kennelsby; Nick Danforth-Evans. “He’s cute!” Julie exclaimed, liking the man’s shy smile and handsome looks.

“Well he is more than acceptable, I’ll add him to the list for your introductory ball,” Maria stated. “You will still have to dance with many of these men, but hopefully Nick makes enough of an impression that you can share more than one waltz with him.”

Julie hoped so too, because she was plum out of options if not.

Julie remembered why she hated balls by an hour in. And this time there was no Reggie to swoop in and rescue her, as much as the thought of him still sends pangs through her heart. She had shared a dance with Nick, and he was nice, but not much else. Julie was sure once she got to know him better she would learn to like him, but right now her hopes were plummeting. So much so that she didn’t look where she was going, and banged into a solid form of a man.

“Whoa, easy there princess, don’t go falling for me that fast,” a voice said as the man helped right her. Julie looked up and saw an extremely handsome man, a smirk painting his lips, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth as he guided them into a waltz.

“Excuse you?”

“A joke! Come on, you have to have a sense of humour about these kinds of things, especially here. Balls can be so stuffy without one,” the man continued. “Plus I figured it was my turn for a dance Your Highness.”

“It’s Julie,” she said tersely.

“Cool, I’m Luke.”

Julie nodded in acknowledgement, letting him guide her around the floor, and though she would never admit it out loud, he was a fantastic dancer. “So Luke, what brings you to the ball?”

“I mean, it was probably my only chance to dance with my future queen, so I took it. Plus my uncle invited me, he’s around here somewhere, probably stealing as many snacks as he can,” Luke replied, twirling her out and back in again.

“You’re Genovian? I don’t hear the accent at all.”

“Born here, went to school abroad, traveled a bit, and now I’m back home, just in time for the start of your reign. Lucky me.” Luke winked at her with that, and Julie hoped in vain that she wasn’t blushing too terribly. They made some small talk as they twirled, and Julie found she... liked this guy, way more than she had her potential future fiancé, but quickly shook that thought from her mind. As the song came to an end, they bowed to one another, but Julie could see a line of suitors awaiting their own turn with her.

“This was… fun actually, despite the bumpy start. Might we see each other again?” Julie asked.

“You got it princess,” Luke said, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. She scowled at him and then he winked once more before amending, “Julie.”

Luke walked off and Julie subtly fanned herself before turning to the next dance partner. She had no idea who this Luke fellow was, but she had to wonder why he didn’t make it onto abuela’s list of suitable consorts.

It unfortunately didn't take long for her to find out, as the next day her abuela told her "The odious Viscount Covington is coming to stay for a bit, and bringing his nephew and heir, Lord Patterson. I have never met the young lord, but if he's anything like his uncle I don't really care to. That man has been after my crown for ages now. It's part of the reason his heir isn't eligible to be courted."

"So be polite but aloof?" Julie clarified, and abuela nodded.

Viscount Covington turned out to be an oily looking man, with a wry grin and Julie had to stop herself from shivering when he kissed her hand. But she was in for an even more unpleasant shock when he introduced his nephew, and there stood Luke from the ball. Luke, who was a lord, and had never told her. Luke who was related to a conniving schemer who wanted to disrupt her rule.

"Lord Patterson," she said icily.

"Princess," he smirked and pressed a delicate kiss to her knuckles. "Pleasure to see you again."

"Pleasure," Julie replied sarcastically, and went back to stand next to the queen lest she do something stupid like stamp on Luke's foot in anger. Her abuela shot her a questioning look, but let it go and went on about the fun they had planned leading up to the coronation.

Later, Maria confronted Julie about her rudeness, and Julie couldn't really articulate why she was so mad. She felt like Luke had been mocking her, hiding who he was and his association with someone who was actively plotting to steal her crown. Maybe that had even been planned by his uncle, to seduce the princess and gain a kingdom. Julie tried to convey all this to her abuela, but her grandmother just told her her fears were unfounded, Covington had to go through reams of nobles to gain the crown, and Luke had never seemed to be all that close to his uncle.

"I still don't like being made a fool of," Julie muttered.

"Well it's not like you have to marry him," Maria replied, causing the two of them to burst into peals of laughter.

Time seemed to pass slowly after that, but also all too fast. Julie kept going on dates with Nick, including one disastrous game of badminton that she never really wanted to repeat. And Nick continued to be nice, a bit dorky, but Julie didn't feel any stirrings in her heart for him. She didn't think she would for anyone, but every time she passed Luke in the palace, he winked and Julie had to fight not to blush.

They hadn't interacted much, but they also kept running into one another, Luke taking every chance he could to fluster the future queen and Julie trying not to rise to it. Though she failed that task more often than not.

Then the garden party marking the summer solstice arrived.

Nick was on her arm as they strolled the grounds, enjoying the soft strains of music and various canapés when Nick turned to her and asked "Do you want anything else darling?"

Darling

The word froze Julie's blood, and she knew her face screwed up. "Don’t-don’t call me that."

"Not one for pet names?" Nick asked remorsefully.

"Not that one. Please excuse me." With that Julie ran off to a quiet place in the garden where she could be alone, trying to hold back her tears. Sure Nick, all posh and proper sounded nothing like Reggie's twang when he called her darlin', but the pet name had been his and she had delighted every time he called her that. So to have someone else use it, it reopened the wound in Julie's heart ten fold. She pulled out her phone, and gazed at the pictures she had of Reggie, missing him immensely, even though he had broken her heart.

"Oh, he is just too cute!"

Julie whirled around and found Luke there, looking down at her phone and smirking at her. Then he caught sight of her eyes and his face fell. "Is this the ex who smashed your heart?" At Julie's confused look he deflated even more. "The maids talk, and sometimes I hear them. He's an idiot to have let you go."

"He was trying to do the right thing. The government would have never let us marry. Stupid noble idiot." Julie swiped at her eyes and gave Luke a little nod of thanks when he pulled out a handkerchief for her to use.

"Yeah, that is a stupid law. Good thing you're in a position to change it right?" Luke asked and shot her a look. "They can't really make you get married, especially dictating to whom. They don't require the kings to be wed, and no one who came before you had their marriage dictated like this. Stand up to them, and get your man back, if you want him."

"Figured that you would be scheming with your uncle to undermine me, not encouraging me," Julie remarked.

Luke rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at that, the tiniest pink tinge to the tip of his ears. “Yeah, I’m not down with whatever he has planned. I just… like you I guess, and want you to be happy, even if it’s with the idiot who dumped you.”

Julie gave a small little grin at that, nudging Luke with her shoulder. He smiled back and shoved back, causing her nose to scrunch up as she suppressed a giggle. “You’re alright Patterson.”

“Excuse you, that’s Lord Patterson to you,” Luke said, taking on a posh air. Then, his face turned a little serious, “I never meant to lie you know. I just know how everyone perceives Uncle Caleb and wanted to just be… Luke for a bit you know?”

“Oh believe me, I get that. My kingdom for a few small chances to be just Julie Molina once more. Not Her Royal Highness Princess Julianna Maria Rosita Molina Alvarez”

“That… is a whole lot of A’s,” Luke said with a giggle. Your mom was a sadist or something, I swear.”

“Well Julianna was her choice, and even though she wasn’t speaking to her mom, it’s traditional to add the names of the reigning and future queen to any female heir. Alvarez is only for the title, I am still legally Molina, and that will never change. I think any husband I choose will have to take my name in fact.”

“Well Lucas Mitchell Molina Alvarez doeshave a nice ring to it…” Luke said with a full bodied laugh, and Julie soon collapsed on top of him in her own chortles. After they were done, still shaking from the last few giggles, Julie looked at Luke, and he oh so gently thumbed away the small stream of tears that had escaped her eyes. But he didn’t pull his hand away, instead cupping her cheek and bringing their faces closer together.

His eyes asked silent permission, and even though Julie’s every instinct told her this was probably a bad idea, gave a subtle nod, and let him kiss her. Her eyes fluttered closed as their lips touched, and Julie swore if she was standing, her foot would have popped. Luke’s kiss was lush and sweet, and a little too much, just like the man himself. It sent her heart rate soaring, and when he pulled away, he looked equally affected by the kiss.

Oh no…

“I-I have to go,” Luke stammered and rushed off, leaving Julie with a still rapidly beating heart, swollen lips and a mind full of questions.

After that, it seemed Luke was avoiding her, and Julie was frustrated, just wanting to talk to him. Yet every time he saw her he headed the other way, and given the palace was rather large, it was remarkably easy to hide there. But with every glimpse, Luke blushed and Julie felt her heart flutter, making her curse the traitorous organ.

One evening she had the window open, enjoying the soft summer breeze while she sang softly and doodled in her sketchbook. Never mind that every image reminded her of the lord that had been ghosting her, and the noble idiot who had let her go. She was so conflicted, and silently wished she could go back in time before she ever knew she was a princess, back before everything got so complicated. Back to when she could ask her mom what to do when you found yourself falling for someone you shouldn’t and still cared deeply for someone who had broken your heart.

God, Julie missed her mom.

Then Julie heard the soft strumming of a guitar below her window, accompanying her on the song she had been mindlessly singing. So she increased her volume, walking towards the window, and was surprised to find Luke sitting there, smiling up at her. A smile broke on her face as her voice soared, and she almost stopped singing when Luke joined in, their voices joining together perfectly. Luke grinned, hopping up on his feet until he was right under her, singing up to her, serenading her as the song drew to a close.

“Damn, why are you becoming queen with pipes like that?” he asked. “You should be selling out Madison Square Gardens three times over.”

“I mean, I still could,” Julie joked. “But I guess… because I want to change the world, and I can do that as queen. Probably not as much if I were some pop sensation.” Her tone turned serious then, expression wistful. “Besides, singing.. Music was something I shared with my mom. I don’t usually do it with anyone, not since she passed. Only really people I care about.”

“You sang with me… does that mean you like me princess?” Luke asked, half teasing, half hopeful.

“Don’t read too much into it, you have been avoiding me since the garden party.”

Luke rubbed the back of his neck at that, “Yeah… I was hoping we could talk about that. Maybe not while re-enacting a Shakespeare tragedy?”

Julie giggled at that, despite herself. “Hold on a moment then Romeo.” She made her bed up to look like she was already under the covers, and flicked the lights off before grabbing her comfiest sweater, and climbed down over the balcony. Luke looked impressed, and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards a secret path he knew, and a secluded lake off the palace grounds where a blanket and picnic were waiting.

Julie glanced at him, and he shrugged. “I like to prepare ahead. Plus I owe you an apology. I know you’re seeing that Nick dude and you’re still hung up on what’s his face…”

“Reggie,” Julie supplied, sitting down on the blanket and snagging a grape as Luke sat across from her.

“Reggie. Really? Were his parents snobs?”

“Elton John fans apparently,” Julie replied, tossing a grape at Luke who dutifully caught it in his mouth.

“Oh, nice. Elton John rocks. Anyway… I shouldn’t have kissed you. Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing kiss, but I shouldn’t have done it,” Luke said, offering her a cookie from the basket.

“If I didn’t want you to kiss me I wouldn’t have let you,” Julie said, splitting the cookie, and giving half back to Luke. “Nick and I aren’t exclusive, he’s nice, but he was the most acceptable suitor I have until I can get this whole arranged marriage business off the table.”

“And Reggie?”

“I’ll always love Reggie,” Julie stated, firm and sure. “Part of my heart will always belong to him. I just… have room for someone else in there too. They just have to understand they’ll never have all of my love. It’s a shitty way to put it, but that’s how it is.”

“Even though he broke your heart?”

“Even then. Reggie is the sweetest, kindest man there is. Silly and dorky, a little questionable in his thought process from time to time. A musical genius, he can play like five instruments, writes in several genres, and makes just the best brownies,” Julie said.

“Damn, is he into guys too, I might go track him down if he’s all that!” Luke said. Julie looked at him wide eyed at that, and he flushed a little. “I’m not exactly straight. Labels aren’t my style, but pansexual seems the closest to cover it. Caleb doesn’t approve, but I don’t really care about his approval. He nearly had a fit when I came out to him. Best day of my life watching him turn almost as purple as the suit he was wearing…”

The two of them laughed at that, and Julie opened her phone, showing Luke pictures of her and Reggie at Pride the year before, both bedecked in bi pride colours, then a video of them performing a song together, some cheesy country song that Reggie had written given a punk edge. Julie smiled softly at the memories, but distinctly noticed Luke’s ears pinkening at it. “Yeah, I can see why he still owns your heart after that, but I might be biased, I have a thing for musicians.”

“Me too,” Julie replied, scooting in closer to him, lifting his arm to put over her shoulders. “I didn’t realize you played.”

“Since I was a kid. Mom hated it, but it’s what I wanted to do with my life. Then her and dad were gone, and Caleb took me in, made me his heir, so those dreams went up in smoke. I have to become a peer of the land, take my place in society,” Luke said, his voice wistful. “Duty sucks, but I think you get that more than anyone else.”

“I think we get each other more than I thought we ever would when we met at that ball,” Julie whispered, tilting her head up, looking at Luke with half lidded eyes. “And I want to know more, but only if you’re okay with my whole situation.”

“I’m good at sharing,” Luke said, shortening the distance between them. “But if he shows up to try and win your hand, I might still try and get him for myself.”

“Good thing I like to share too,” Julie said, pressing their lips together.

Queen to be caught in less than royal position!

Sources close to the palace in Genovia gave us these photos showing Queen to be Julie Molina smooching heir to the Viscount Covington, Luke Patterson after dark outside the palace gardens! Given rumors of an upcoming engagement to Duke Danforth-Evans, this reporter has to wonder how this Royal heiress plans to get herself out of this triangle?

Flynn: Reggie, stop being an idiot and come get your girl before she goes and falls for this jackass.

Reggie: Flynn she has to marry nobility, and that dude fits the bill.

Flynn: She’s going to overturn the marriage decree, make it so she gets to decide who she marries, and when. And she’s still hung up on you, no matter what the paps say. So get your ass to Genovia before I come drag you here myself.

Reggie: I’ll be on the next flight

Julie barged into Luke’s room, eyes filled with tears, face in a rage as she clutched the tabloid in her fist. “Did you know?”

Luke was confused, and when she threw the paper in front of him, he sobered immediately. “No Julie, I swear! I care about you Julie, I would never do that to you!”

“But your uncle would,” Julie seethed. “Set the whole thing up, seduce the stupid heart broken princess, then expose her in some rag so the country looks down on her.”

“Caleb may have set up the photographer, but if he did, I didn’t know about it. Julie… I never meant to fall for you, but I did. It wouldn’t benefit my uncle for me to win your hand, because then I would outrank him. And I’ve never cared about rank. I’d give up the title in a moment if I could, you know that!” Luke argued, pacing the room.

“I’m not sure what I know any more,” Julie said quietly, her tone even. “I think you and your uncle should cut your visit short, Lord Patterson. You are still quite welcome to attend my wedding to Nick, he already told me he’s planning on proposing to make this scandal disappear. We’ll be wed in a few weeks time. Until then.”

With that, Julie whirled away, leaving Luke sitting on the floor watching her go, heedless of the pieces of his broken heart she left in her wake. This was how Flynn found him a few moments later, a smirk on her face.

“My girl finally got wise to your scheming?”

“There was no scheme Flynn. I was falling for her… hell, I’ve fallen. I’m in love with her. But she’s gonna marry that doofus Nick and make herself miserable. If it were Reggie I would step back, but not Nick, the duke of boring,” Luke spat out.

Flynn stopped at that. “She told you about Reggie?”

Luke nodded, “Yeah, he seems like a great guy, even if he was a fool to let Julie go. He could probably talk Julie out of this stupidity.”

Flynn bit her lip, seeing that Luke was sincere and decided that if he cared enough about Julie that he’d step aside for her true love, he must be a decent enough dude. “Reggie’s on the next flight in, he should be here in a few hours.”

Luke’s head flew up at that, an idea quickly forming. “Flynn, make sure you delay her announcing her engagement until he gets here. I’ll pick him up from the airport myself, make sure he knows he has to save Julie from herself.”

“You really do love her don’t you?”

“More than anything else.”

Reggie drummed his fingers on his armrest as the plane finished taxiing down the runway, anxious to dis-board. He had a simple carry on with a few changes of clothes and his essentials with him, and no plan on how he was getting to the palace, but he knew he had to get there fast. He had been miserable since Julie left, and he regretted their break up from the moment it happened, cursing himself for not fighting for the love of his life. Flynn had assured him that Julie was still crazy for him, so at the last minute before he left he grabbed the simple engagement ring he had been hiding for a solid year. He was going to propose this summer before Julie took the crown but interfering governments had gotten the way. So he figured why not shoot his shot and try to make Julie his queen in every way that he could before any minister or chancellor could say no?

He tore off the plane, ready to hail down the first cab he could find, hoping that Genovia even had cabs, and that they would take his credit card. Then he saw a guy holding a hastily made sign bearing his name. The guy was seriously cute, and if Reggie wasn’t rushing off to propose to the future queen, well he would definitely be flirting with the handsome creature before him. “Hi, I’m Reggie, did Flynn send you?”

The guy grinned, nodding and gestured to the parking lot where a flashy sports car was waiting. Reggie tossed his bag in the back, and was pleasantly surprised by the classic rock that came pouring out of the speakers as the driver got the car in gear. “I’m Luke, by the way,” he said as they left the airport in the dust.

“Nice to meet you. Even nicer of the palace to let you take this car out to come get me.”

“Oh no, this one is mine. And aside from Flynn, and I’d say Victoria by now, no one else knows you’re coming. I volunteered to come get you after Julie... Well she said she was going to marry Nick this morning after those lovely pictures of us came out.”

“Wait, that was you in those photos? Why on Earth would you come get me if you like Julie?” Reggie was confused, and then a little scared, because here he was in a foreign country with his romantic rival in a car driving very fast down a long empty road.

Luke sighed. “Okay, to tell you the truth, I love Julie, and she-well I think she cares for me. But she still loves you too. I’m pretty open to some polyamorous situation, but I doubt Nick would be. Not that I think he really loves Julie either, he’s simply going through the motions…”

Reggie froze at the mention of the word polyamorous, but then turned to Luke, looking at him ramble. He could see what Julie saw in him, and maybe when he understood what was going on they could explore that option a bit more. “Okay, back up, can you explain what exactly is going on?”

Luke chuckled at that, and apologized before going through the whole story, Reggie reacting appropriately in all the right places. They were speeding towards the castle as he did, and Luke prayed that Flynn was doing all she could to delay any stupid decisions on Julie’s part. Reggie agreed with that sentiment, he adored Julie but she was incredibly stubborn, and he hoped that they wouldn’t be too late…

Also that his heart wasn't in the wrong when it sped up every time Luke smiled at him as they got to know each other during the drive.

“Why are you doing this Jules? I thought you were gonna fight the marriage decree?” Flynn asked as she added a layer of polish to Julie’s nails.

“Parliament refuses to meet with me, I think Caleb is involved, he has sway with a lot of them.”

There was a subtle cough from the corner, and Julie glanced at her maid Jane who looked like she wanted to say something, so when Julie beckoned her over, the girl let the words burst forth, “I was talking to Caleb’s secretary Missy the other day-”

“Talking. Sure that’s what you were doing,” Julie replied teasingly, knowing the two of them had grown incredibly close over the last few months.

Jane blushed, but plowed on. “She told me that Caleb has been holding meetings with several members of Parliament since the spring, and recently a photographer… he wants to make your reign as hard as possible in hopes that you’ll resign and he’ll magically hop to the front of the queue.”

Julie sobered at that, “So Luke really didn’t have anything to do with it…”

Flynn scoffed. “Jules, I am not Lord Patterson’s biggest fan but even I could have told you that. Plus he seems to really care about you, so if you wanna be with him, do it! Nick is nice enough, but you don’t have the heart to dump him after the fact and you’d be miserable married to each other long term.”

Julie sat there for a moment, and she longed for a moment where her decisions wouldn't change a country. Where her love life wasn't a political matter. "I think I need to talk to Nick. And apologize to Luke. But first I need to talk to Parliament, this idiocy has gone on long enough."

"I'll find your abuela and get her to gather Parliament. Jane, you find Nick, and I'll text Luke," Flynn directed.

Julie nodded but then called after Flynn as she left "Wait, you have Luke's number?"

Julie got no answer, and decided to worry about the particulars later, and soon found herself face to face with Nick. He took one look at her face and slumped a little. "You're going to choose Luke right?"

"Nick… I like you a lot, but we both know we don't love each other and probably never will. Why enter into a loveless arrangement and make us both miserable?"

Nick let out a sigh of relief. "You're right, but everyone was telling me I was crazy to turn down the future queen even though I was in love with someone else. Now I can go and see if she'll still have me, even if it means giving up my title."

Julie brought him into a hug, the two of them smiling at one another. "Well I hope I get invited to the wedding, best of luck Nick." With that she brushed a kiss against his cheek as he repeated the same to her.

This was of course when the door burst open, and there stood Luke, panting and looking crestfallen. But he saw how Julie lit up at the sight of him so he gave her a small smile. "Hey princess, I brought you an apology present."

"I like presents, even though the apology isn't necessary," Julie said, waving at Nick as he left the room. She walked over to Luke, throwing herself into his arms. "I'm sorry I got mad, I know you'd never stoop so low as your uncle." She popped up on her tiptoes and kissed him soundly, letting him wind his arms around her as he deepened the kiss. Luke was smiling wide as they pulled away, and Julie grinned before asking "Now where's my present?"

Luke let her go and then whistled, the door opening once more, and Julie was sure she was dreaming, because there in a familiar red flannel was…

"Reggie?"

"Hi darlin'."

Julie rushed into his arms, and though she was tempted to smack him for all the pain he had put her through, instead she pulled him down by his necklace to kiss him passionately. Reggie sank into the kiss, the both of them crying happy tears at being reunited. Julie held onto his face once they pulled apart, searching for answers "Why? How?"

"Flynn texted me, called me down to the dirt for ending things. So I knew I had to try and grovel for you to take me back. Luke picked me up, and conspired with Flynn to make sure you didn't end up with that Nick dude. Am I too late?" Reggie asked.

"You're just in time," Julie sighed. "Luke… thank you."

Luke nodded and was about to leave when Julie caught his hand. "Did you mean what you said about sharing?"

Luke nodded, and then glanced at Reggie, who blushed but took his other hand, pulling him into their embrace. Luke leaned in and pressed a small kiss to Reggie's mouth, then another, a bit deeper, then another, and Luke knew he had to stop or else he'd spend the day kissing them both. "You do know bigamy isn't legal in Genovia right?"

Julie waved a hand at that. "Well good thing I'm about to become queen and can change that. Now I have some parliamentary ministers to set straight, and maybe after that, we can plan our first date together."

"I wanna see the picnic spot!" Reggie suggested, and the other two agreed before they left the room, hand in hand towards a new and exciting future.

Genovia's Queen to wed multiple grooms!

You read that right! After becoming queen last year, Her Majesty had changed a few marriage laws, and is set to be the first to legally wed multiple spouses! Her relationship with Viscount Luke Patterson has already featured in a few headlines, but even more so after her former flame Sir Reggie Peters (Editor's note: Peters was knighted soon after the coronation) arrived on the scene, with the three of them coming out as a throuple not long after her coronation. We've been wondering when wedding bells would ring for the trio, and it seems this summer is set to showcase the most interesting royal wedding in the history books!

A series of pictures of the queen and her partners sharing kisses, in almost every one, her foot is popped, and every image showcases the three of them looking radiantly happy.

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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Nominations List (Updated)

This will be the final update before the nominatons have closed, but only a few nominations are missing now. I’d do it sooner, but it takes days each time and so wouldn’t be finished in time anyway.

Remember: Voting begins Saturday April 10th. The link to the form will be posted here.

1. THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP! — A story which had a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Something that caught you so off guard that you had to stop a minute and take a breath before devouring the rest. What’s the story for you?

A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Archetype by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Chaotic Peter Parker by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Fallen Angel by Musicheart08

Figure-Out-Able by Aimaim94

Flying And Flips by Myglassesaredirty

Give Him The Life, That I Couldn't Give You by Superherotiger

Inevitable by Annie_Walker

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Like Father, Like Son by An_Odd_Idea

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

No Longer In Service by Starryknight09

Proof Of Concept by Flurrbee

Serenity by Jolinarjackson

Shock Therapy by Solstice

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind by Lansfics7

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Case Of The Sinister Spider by Ironfamjam

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Thunder And Attrition by Magniloquentchanteuse

Time Will Tell by Tonystarkissist

Unforeseen Circumstances by Jlmonroe1234

2. THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN — A story which kept you up all night or calling in sick for work so you were free to read. Who’s the culprit?

A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Parent Apparent by Happyaspie

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

A Sailor Went To Sea by by Yellowdistress

Acolyte by Macabre

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

All The Devils Are Here by Yellowdistress

All The Senseless Scars by Notapartytrick

And You’ll Blow Us All Away by Losingmymindtonight

Astronomy In Reverse by Pansley

Breathe, Then Repeat by Thesecretuchiha

Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by Iamirondad

Ever In Your Favor by Iron—Spider

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth by Da_Moose

Exploding Head Syndrome by Foolscapper

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

Free Like A Broken Heart by Notapartytrick

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

Identity Crisis by Kitcat992

If They All Knew About You by Mshermia

In Unlikely Places by Looneylizzie

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Legacy by Docseuss

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron—Spider

Mr. Parker Declined To Comment by Apisdn

Pain Will Always Come Back To Haunt You by Kevy_Grayce

Permanence by Theexhaustedalchemist

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

Proof Spiderman Loves Clickbait by Mauvera

Rise From The Ashes; Just To See You Again by Mintstream

Silent Screams And Surprising Saviors by Normalisoverrated

Sins Of The Fathers by Geekymoviemom

Spider-Man: Avengers (And Midtown High) React by Gayplums

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Definition Of Family by Queen (Ramble)

The End Of Infinity by Friendlyneighborhoodfangirls

The Haunted by Emily_F6

The Lost And Forgotten by Lizcraz

The Rattle Of Their Hearts by Iron_Spider

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Transitions by Neuropsych

Turn Back The Clock (And I'll Try Again In The Morning) by Madasthesea

We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve by Polaroid15

We Will Foresee Obstacles by Blackwatchandromeda (Avenris)

We're Gonna Have To Do This Together by edibna,

3. THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED — Some writers can cram more greatness into less words than a 100k monster. What’s the one-shot that did it for you?

5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did by Losingmymindtonight

A Different Kind Of Surprise by Winterturtle

A Little Gray Area (Where I Can Keep You Safe) by Divineprojectzero

A Lot Can Happen In Approximately Two Years by Soverysesual

Adventures In Babysitting by Victori

Blessed Be The Boys Time Can’t Capture by Killerqueenwrites

Born Anew From Dust And Blood by Superherotiger

Countless Ways To Say I Love You by Hopeless_Hope

Disappearing Bruises by Happyjuicyfruit

Everything I Wanna Say About You Is More Than Enough To Write A Novel by Magnetichearts

Familiar Faces by Happyaspie

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by Aloneintherain

For Good by Madelinedear

Give Hime The Life, That I Couldn’t Give You by Superherotiger

Guess How Much I Love You by Jack_Hunter

Hear You Me by Starryknight09

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

I Did It All For You (So I Can’t Lose You Now) by Another_Introvert

I Didn’t Ask To Be In This Family by Webtrinsic

I Have A Nephew! by Zimnokurw

I Just Wanted To Protect You by Sunflowerspideyy

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

I Promise You Kid, You're Safe Now by Bstarship

I Will Soften Every Edge by Losingmymindtonight

In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting by Iron_Spider

It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year by Freyaatterton

Keeping Watch by Oreoluvr13

Let Sleeping Heroes Lie by Attackonomelas

Move Back Home Forever by Chasingflower

New Dream by Writerllofllworlds

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15,

Parallels by Kianisabitch

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone by Bean_Reads_Fanic

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Physics Class by Fictionalworldsareexquisite

Place In Your Heart by Potrix

Quantum Mechanics 5010 by Pipgraham

Quaranteens by Blueh

Someone To Want Me by Fritokays

Something Here Will Eventually Have To Explode by Madasthesea

The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer by Ironmum

The Lightning Strike by Covo728

The Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by Caraminha

The World Is Not Kind by Trickster88

There’s A Fine, Fine Line by Faerialchemist

Til The Fight Is Done by Jinxquickfoot

To Be Like You by Polaroid15

Unauthorized Field Trip by Duskblue

Voices Carry by Ferretshark

Waste Not, Want Not by by Mttraspberrypie

What Do I Look Like To You, A Clearance Rack? by Peterstank

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

You Got Lost While Getting Older by Kuragay

4. THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES — A drabble (under 1k) can pack in all the goodness that you need in a coffee break read. What’s that story for you?

A Scene In Space by An_Odd_Idea

Asthmatic Spider by by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Buttering Me Up by Iron_Spider

Cramps by Thisrosehasanothername

Cuddle Bug by Marvelous_Writer

Food At Home by Aimaim94

I Feel A Filth In My Bones (Wash Off My Hands Til It's Gone) by Madasthesea

Insomniacs In The Dark by Littlemissagrifina

Irondad Cuddles by Lilacsoulw

Nice To Meet You, Peter by Loubuttons

Nothing Like A Fresh Cup Of Humiliation In The Morning by Madasthesea

Of Christmas Lights And Car Chases by Marvelous_Writer

Of Masks And Memories by Littlemissagrafina

Outsider by Pinkeastereggs

Place In Your Heart by Potrix

Quentin Knows Best by Undercover_Royalty

S.O.S. (Somehow Obtained Son) by Madasthesea

Safety Net by Baloobird

You’re Always My Kid by Cyn_Writes

Let The Mind Games Begin Ironmum

Outsider by Pinkeastereggs

F.R.I.D.A.Y, When Did I Get A Son by Iwritesometimes (Orphan_Account)

Sleeping At Last by Webtrinsic

I Don’t Want To Rule My Own Country, I Just Want To Pass 10th Grade by Andromath

Patterns by Nokurde

The Dangers Of Sleeping On The Upside Of The Bed by Honorable_Mention

Dressing Up As A Hero by Madam_Sunflower

Carry Me by Shitforbrains

Spider Cooties by The_Forgotten_Nobody

Home Is Where The Heart Is by Wentrinsic

5. THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART — Some of the greatest stories flip canon and make Tony Peter’s biological father. Be it baby Peter taking his first steps or Tony dealing with the fact his son is following in his superhero footsteps as Spider-Man, which is the one you loved most of all?

A Gift Of Blood by Theeclecticsoul

An Abstract Concept by Iron-Spider

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Blood And Iron by Aliciamirza

Built From Scraps by Peter Stank

Congratulations, It's A Boy by Capiocapi

Happy Birthday - And Merry Christmas by Thequeenofwhump

Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face by Jen27ny

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

I Love You More Than Anything by Iron_Spider

I Told You To Be Better(And You Became The Best) by Haru_K

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

Little Demons Like To Play by Raccooncati

My Little Bambino by Maicaly

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Slow Down, Start Again From The Beginning by Cassiecasyl

So Many Things Left To Say (Series) by Sarcasmismyweapon

Sound Logic by Aytheria

Spiderson by Emily_F6

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Yellowdistress.

The Gift by Uskblue

The Less Than Secret Life by Yellowdistress

The One Where Peter Is Related To Tony by Marvel_Cinematic_Universe_Fan

The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle

They Say Boys Don't Cry (But Your Dad Has Shed A Lot Of Tears) by Tempestaurora

Tomorrow And Tomorrow by Yellowdistress

What We Are (Series) by Yellowdistress

What’s In A Name? by Geekymoviemom

Twist Of Fate by Karenninaaa

I Hold You Closer Than I Ever Knew I Could Do by Yourgaydad

Hydra’s Not A Home (Series) by Tempestaurora

Premature Love by by Seeingthoughtsthroughwords

Move Back Home Forever by Chasingflower

Rest Your Head Close To My Heart, Never To Part (Baby Of Mine) by 14million_Constellations

Let Me Pave The Path Until You Come Back (Series) by Elliahrose

Coming Home by by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Made Of Iron Born Of Fire (Series) by Savvysass And Imgoingtocrash

Tony Stark Vs. Babies "R" Us by Mainstreamelectricalparade

Rest your head close to my heart, never to part (baby of mine) by 14million_constellations

6. THE ONE WITH THE FIELD TRIP — The field trip trope is one of the most popular in the fandom. What’s the story that you think pulls all the elements together to make it great?

A Different Take by Cyberwolfwrites

Academic Commitment by Underoosstark

Bullies, Interns, And Secret Things by Thecuriousclockwork

Constant Internal [Spider] Screaming: Semi-Connected Scenes From A Graduating Senior’s Life by Isadancurtisproduction

Everyday Superhero by Stoneage_Woman

Field Trip by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Field Trip Flip by Happyaspie

From Your Perspective, The World Is Flat by Blueh

I Don’t Want To Talk About It Anymore by Bees_And_Wasps

It's Above My Clearance Level by Tsk

Living With Superheros? Not Cool by Groot_Is_God

Mr Stark Enough For You? (Another Field Trip Fic Bcs We Dont Have Enough) by Livinei

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) by Isadancurtisproduction

No Reason To Go by Pokegeek151

One Fall Weekend by Marvelous_Writer

Patterns by Nokurde

Peter-Man - Oh, F*Ck - I Mean Spider-Man by Orphan_Account

Tower Of Donuts And Doubts by Platinumdollz

Who Is He? by Velarisstars

You're What? by Shewritesall

It's Above My Clearance Level by tsk

Peter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Field Trip by cazei

Field Trip to Home, Joy by Every_Fandom_Trash

The Field Trip: Tony and Peter Reunion Edition by moreofareaderthanawriter

Ned Leeds and the Best Field Trip Ever by AriPotter

7. THE TIME AFTER TIME ONE — There’s some great time travel stories out there, but which is your favorite?

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Breathe, Then Repeat by Thesecretuchiha

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) by Da_Moose

Hero by Lady_Oneder

I Have Time by Peterparkr

I’ve Learned To Lose You by Peterparkr

It’s Me, Remember? by Nanixerka

Oh, Take Me Back To The Start by Theregularwriter

Peter And Morgan's 40-Year-Long-Day by Thismarvelouslife

The End Is Just A New Beginning by Tytach

The Other Mr. Stark by Jelly_Pies

The Time Traveler’s Mentor by Iamirondad

Time To Pretend by Rowan_M

Turn Back The Clock (And I'll Try Again In The Morning) by Madasthesea

We Will Foresee Obstacles by Blackwatchandromeda (Avenris)

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight09

8. THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES — Another massively popular Irondad trope is hurt/comfort, and there’s some amazing stuff out there. Which is the one that you love most of all?

A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Different Take by Cyberwolfwrites

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

A Scare In The Stark Household by Marvelous_Writer

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

Apartment 43B by Ironfamjam

Atlas by Polaroid15

Be Weak by Fluencca

Broken by My Own Hand (Put Back Together by Yours) by Gwenoakley

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

But What Is Grief? by Odd_1

Caught In A Lie by Krystalpomme

Contentiously Ambiable by Ktoon

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Danger Pizza by Alice_In_Ink

Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Marveal

Dude, Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You? by First_Page

Five Times Peter Said "Sorry" To Tony Stark by Agentnerd

Follow The North Star Home by Fallingforbees

Foolish, Fragile Spine by Plnkblue

For Want Of A Dad (In Need Of A Son) by Ghostinthebau

Funeral by Mjscorner

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me by Itsreallylaterightnow & Killerqueenwrites

Lazarus, Come Forth by by Iron_Spider

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron—Spider

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Peaches by Peterparkr

Peppermint Allergy by Carpediem369

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone by Bean_Reads_Fanic

Project Pride by Thesleepingowl

Seeing Without Sound by Astronomical_Alien

Shelter by Unluckyolive

Sometimes It’s Easier To Just Swim Down by Mjscorner

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7

Statistically Speaking by Foolscapper

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

Stuck by Jelly-Pies

The Adventures Of Spidy-Son And Iron-Dad (Series) by Eva7673

The Past Is Knocking On My Door by Maicaly

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

The World Is Not Kind by Trickster88

Thirteen Minutes by Solstice

Wandering Child (So Lost, So Helpless) by Almond_Blossoms

We All Chase After A Few Dying Stars by Losingmymindtonight

What I Have, I Give To You by Aatticsaltt

What If There Is No Tomorrow? by Iron_Spider

When My Body Won't Hold Me Anymore (Where Will I Go) by Madasthesea

You Better Watch Out by Ciaconnaa

You’ll Always Get There First by Crowkag

Your Heart Changed (Mine Stayed The Same) by Loisselina

9. THE ONE THAT HURTS SO GOOD — We all like a bit of angst sometimes, so what’s the story that you wanted to hide from but you had to keep reading to get to the happy ending?

... And When You Can’t Crawl ... by Jolinarjackson & Shoyzzart

5 Times Tony Forgot Peter Was Just A Kid by Parkrstark

A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

Caught In A Lie by Krystalpomme

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Dear God by Krystalpomme

Don't Worry About Me by Chvotic

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Fifteen Years In The Making by Potts89

Goodbye Mr. Stark, Thanks For Trying by Jelly-Pies

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me by Itsreallylaterightnow & Killerqueenwrites

I Need You (To Be Free) by Marveal

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

I Want Go by Chvotic

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

If You Can't Catch A Breath (You Can Take The Oxygen Straight Out Of My Own Chest) by Losingmymindtonight

If You Listen You Can Hear The Ibis by Yellowdistress

Inevitable by Annie_Walker

Its Always The Little Things by Uncertainty_Principle

Jealous? by Chvotic

Let's Get On With Living (While We Can) by Almond_Blossoms

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling by Embarrassing_Myself

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

Not So Friendly by Ramble_On

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) by Myglassesaredirty

Of Drizzly Skies And Saltwater Taffy by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone by The-Reverse-Mermaid

Please, Understand by Jipseebree

Protect by Watermeloness

Reviving Peter Parker by Yellowdistress

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7

Standing On My Own Two Feet by Minigigi

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

Stuck by Jelly-Pies

Sunlight by Ardenskyeholmes221

The Art Of Losing by Fluencca

The Missing 92 Days by Yellowdistress

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

The World Is Wide (But I Feel So Small) by Buckets_Of_Stars

Thunder And Attrition by Magniloquentchanteuse

Turn Back The Clock (And I’ll Try Again In The Morning) by Madasthesea

We Will Find Our Way Through The Dark by Ashleyparker2815

What You Were Then I Am Today (Series) by Madasthesea

When My Body Won't Hold Me Anymore (Where Will I Go) by Madasthesea

When Trauma Comes Knocking by Kevy_Grayce

10. THE ONE THAT SOOTHES THE PAIN — What’s The Story That You Go To When You Need A Pick-Me-Up After The Angst?

5 Times A Spider-Baby Got Dad Smooched by Buckets_Of_Stars

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by Grilledcheesing

5 Times Tony Calls Peter Baby by Madasthesea

5 Times Tony Stark Protected Penny Parker by Emily_F6

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Bedside Stories by Wildwaveswhist

Bitch Better Have My Money by Neicy286

Career Day: A Short Story by Shewritesall

Congratulations, It's A Boy Capiocapi

Cuddle Bug by Marvelous_Writer

Early Childhood Education by Thedisneyoutsider

Five Times Peter And Tony Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

For Want Of A Dad (In Need Of A Son) by Ghostinthebau

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

I Can Hold The Weight Of The Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

It's My Party And I'll Bite If I Want To by Whumphoarder

Leave Me Where I Am (I'm Only Sleeping) by Hopeless_Hope

Macho Macho Man by Iron_Spider

My Boy by Thisisnotourlasthunt

No More Lonely by Shewritesall

Peter Revs His Engine by Punkybunny

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Research And Disaster by Blueh

Storm by Parkerxheart

That's How You And I Will by by Frostysunflowers

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark by Losingmymindtonight

The Road So Far by Nicolemoon8

The Sun's Starting To Rise (These Are Beautiful Times by Jelly-Pies

Titan's Lullaby by Starstepper

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight90

Where You Never Would Have Looked by Jwriter819

You And Me Lying On The Tile Floor (Trying To Keep Cool) by Madasthesea

11. THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO — There’s some wonderful homeless Peter stories out there, so which is the one you were blown away by?

A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

After The Landslide by Freyaatterton

Distracted by A Dime by Happyaspie

Hope Is The Strongest Power by Sarayin

I Told You I Had Issues by Bergen

I’m Lost (I Feel So Very Found) by Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

In The End by Annie_Walker

Is It Too Much To Ask For Home That Lasts? Ft. Peter Parker by Wakandaforever2357

Living With Superheroes? Not Cool by Groot_Is_God

Make Way For Tomorrow by Hopeless_Hope

One Step Unto The Lonely Road (Has Scarred Me For Life) by Hopeless_Hope

Paradise by Last_Of_Her_Kind

Reintroducing Hope by Fernandidilly_Yo

The Art Of Publicity by Xmypandabear

The Little Things (That I Miss) by Da_Moose

The Lost And Forgotten by Litcraz

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Thunder And Attrition by Magniloquentchanteuse

To Find A Home (Series) by Aceofstars16

Unexpected (Everything I Never Knew I Wanted) by Moonchild2593

Unexpected Finds by Snarkymuch

Unwanted by Agib

12. THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD — There’s lots of imaginative AUs in Irondad fic. Whether it’s Steve and Tony as baseball players or Pepper being Peter’s mom, which one is your number one?

A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Guardian Among Us by Superherotiger

A Just An Honorable Hand by Friendlyneighborhoodirondad

A Little Monument Of Stones by Yellowdistress

A Long Way Forward by Rxcrcfllptrs

A Soul's Best Friend by Superherotiger

Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys by Parkrstark

And The Band Played On by Bobee

Archetype by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Blood On My Hands (Beast In My Heart) by Baloobird & Buckets_Of_Stars

Can’t Erase What I Wrote In Ink (Tell Me How Can I Change The Story) by Littlemissagrafina

Dear Fellow Traveler (Series) by Superherotiger

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Have Patience, A Quick Wit, And A Gentle Heart by Ironfamjam

I Battle My Jerk Step-Dad by Andromath

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away (Series) by Madasthesea

It’s A New Life But Always The Same Love by Wisterispidey

Moulded Mind by Wingswithoutstrings

Never Tear Us Apart by Imeanthatsprettysnazzy

No Matter What (You Keep Finding Something To Fight For) by Rejectedmarvel

No Matter Where You Are, I'll Be There For You by X_Writingn_X

Nothing Left To Lose by Notapartytrick

Oh, Bite Me by Nanixerka

Once Upon A Reality by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Only For A Little While by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Pilot by Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

Quantum Mechanics 5010 by Pipgraham

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Sea Spider by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

The Boy Who Would Be King by Writerreadsstuff

The Day Peter’s Name Finished With Stark by Skyrocket25

The Phoenix Project by Geekymoviemom

The Will Of The Force by Madasthesea

Though Everything Is A Miracle by Overtures

To Continue Being by Censored

Tony Built A Son (Series) by Footloose_Poets

Until It Disappeared From Me by Ashleyparker2815

Unto The Breach by Melissabosquez

What If We Never Were? by Ladylangst

What Occurred In Raychester Castle by Fictionart

What We Grow To Be by Killerqueenwrites

When I Am On Your Shoulders by Ladyblackwater

Where Life Begins And Love Never Ends by Kitkatwinchester

You Got Lost While Getting Older by Kuragay

You Mispronounced Spider by Lliblo

13. THE TWEAKING THE SETTINGS ONE — There’s things we all wish we could change in canon — *cough* Endgame *cough* — so which canon divergence does it for you?

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud By Grilledcheesing

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It By Savana_Marlark

Beautiful Boy By Emily_Davison

Before, After, And Beyond By Mainstreamelectricalparade

Bittersweet By Kevy_Grayce

Breathe Again By Gwenoakley

Built From Scraps By Peterstank

Dear Mr. Fantasy By Iron_Spider

Exploding Head Syndrome By Foolscapper

Found Family By Thedisneyoutsider

Home By Patrochilles_Trash

I Did It All For You (So I Can’t Lose You Now) By Another_Introvert

I Will Restore All That Was Broken By Killerqueenwrites

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home By Ashleyparker2815

Invulnerable By Imgoingtocrash

Keeping Watch By Oreoluvr13

Like You'd Know How It Works By Mshermia

M&M Paradise (Series) By Galaxythreads

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling By Embarrassing_Myself

Moulded Minds By Wingswithstrings

One In A Million By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

One Thing I’ll Never Know (Is How You Could Be A Ghost) By Gwenoakley

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone By Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Pieces Of Echoes By Geekymoviemom

Stop, Look, Listen By Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Battle By Oblossom

The Burning In My Bones By Happyjuicyfruit

The End Of Infinity By Friendlyneighborhoodfangirls

The More You Say, The Less I Know By Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Rattle Of Their Hearts By Iron_Spider

The Returned By Nicolemoon8

The Thrill Of Hope By Chasingflower

Titan's Lullaby By Starstepper

Up Came The Sun (Series) By Whimsicalethnographies

We Got Lucky By The_Muses_Summer_House

We Will Foresee Obstacles By Blackwatchandromeda (Avenris)

What If: Peter Had Been Injured In The Ferry Scene By Wolf5bane

What Makes A Family By Doctornineandthreequarters

What Was Missing Was You By Happyaspie

What Were The Words I Meant To Say Before You Left By Madasthesea

Whatever It Takes By Starryknight09

When Peter Forgot What Day It Was By Goldenambedo

Where He Belongs By Asherkoyal

14. THE ONE YOU GO BACK TO AGAIN AND AGAIN — Some fics deserve a re-read or ten. What’s the story you go find yourself going back to?

5 Times Peter Fell, And Tony Caught Him. And The 1 Time Tony Didn’t By Eva7673

A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood By Ambivalentangst

A Guardian Among Us By Superherotiger

A Parent Apparent By Happyaspie

Age Regression Was Impossible... Right? By Chvotic

All The Devils Are Here By Yellowdistress

Am I Just A Shadow You Drew By Ironxprince

Apartment 43B By Ironfamjam

Archetype By Bean_Reads_Fanfic,

Avengers Vandal By Awesomesockes & Whumphoarder

Baby's Firsts By Mainstreamelectricalparade

Back To Bed By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Beautiful Boy By Emily_Davison

Built From Scraps By Peterstank

Dreams Don’t Scare You (They Ain’t Big Enough) By Jumpfall

Ever In Your Favor By Iron—Spider

Family Is More Than Blood (It Is Light) By Moonchild2593

For Want Of A Dad (In Need Of A Son) By Ghostinthebau

Ghost Of Christmas Past By Ciaconnaa

Golden Boy By Sticksandinfinitystones

I Just Wanted To Protect You By Sunflowerspideyy

If They Knew All About You By Mshermia

I'm At One By Patrochilles_Trash

Into A White And Soundless Place By Weatheredlaw

Kangaroo Care By Tonystarkissist

Keeping Company By Whumphoarder And Xxx_Cat_Xxx

Keeping Watch By Oreoluvr13

Lean On Me By Parkerxheart

Let This Moment Be The First Chapter By Ephemeralstark

Moulded Minds By Wingswithoutstrings

Move Back Home Forever By Chasingflower

Mr. Misunderstood By Parkrstark

My Boy By Thisisnotourlasthunt

Never Gonna Let You Down By Emily_F6

Patient #2252 By Thesoulofstrawberry

Play By Losingmymindtonight

Reviving A Spiderling By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Rules Are Made To Be Broken By Ironmum

Sins Of The Fathers By Geekymoviemom

Spider-Man: Avengers (And Midtown High) React By Gayplums

Superheroes Get Scared, Too By Little_But_Mighty

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn By Starryknight09

The Lost And Forgotten By Litcraz

The One Where Peter Is Bucky’s Weakness By Jinxquickfoot

The Rise And Fall Of A Spider By Spidersoning

The Spider-Man Conspiracy By Tempestaurora

The Stars The Moon They Have All Been Blown Out (You Left Me In The Dark) By Madasthesea

The Third Option By Uncertainty_Principle

The World Is Not Kind By Trickster88

Webcams And Webshooters (Series) By Losingmymindtonight

What You Were Then I Am Today (Series) By Madasthesea

With Great Care By Giggles96

15. THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY — Some of us love to go on a long ride with a series, so which is the world of multiple stories that you binged or waited anxiously for each update?

A Hero's Journey By Annie_Walke

Another June Day By Skeeter_110

Chaotic Peter Parker By Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Dear Peter Parker, What To Say To You By Littlemissagrafina

Family Business- Supernatural Au By Killerqueenwrites

Home By Glwilliams97

Hydra’s Not A Home By Tempestaurora

I Love You More Than Anything (Bio Dad Au) By Iron_Spider

Identity Saga By Kitcat992

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away By Madasthesea

Irondad NSAP By Chvotic

Lactose Intolerant Peter By Whumphoarder

Learning To Parent By Bowtiez

Lights To Guide You Home By Jolinarjackson

Like You'd Know How It Works And What Comes After By Mshermia

Movie Aus By Imeanthatsprettysnazzy

Mr. Stark & His Kid By Writerstrash

Nice Work, Kid By Madasthesea

Once Upon An Adoption By Kevy_Grayce

Out Of Darkness By Starryknight09

Paint It Black Verse By Queen Of Crystallopia

Peter Parker: Future Hearts By Xseshatx

Pieces Of Echoes By Geekymoviemom

Single Parent Peter Parker By Prettymalfoy

Soul Stone Realm By Marvelmusicmystery

The New Normal By Baloobird

The Room Saga By Iamirondad

Tony Built A Son By Footloose_Poets

Tony Stark Is A Good Mentor By Happyaspie

Under Influence Writerstrash

Was That A Star Wars Reference, Dr. Stark? By Jen27ny

We Forgot Peter By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Webcams And Webshooters By Losingmymindtonight

What Makes A Family By Doctornineandthreequarters

What You Were Then I Am Today By Madasthesea

Whumptober 2019 By Iron_Spider

16. THE IN-PROGRESS ADVENTURE — What’s the story that has you checking your email each day, hoping for an update?

- Is He Or Is He Not? By Omenthia_Arc

A Beautiful Lie By Rayrox360

A Difference In Husbandry By Happy_Cloud

A Perfect Storm By Grilledcheesing

A Stark Contrast By Melodicrunes

Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys By Parkrstark

All The Stars Align By Ashleyparker2815

And The Band Played On By Bobee

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It By Savana_Marlark

Beautiful Boy By Emily_Davison

Come Undone By Capiocapi

Contentiously Amiable By Ktoon

Dream In Colors Borrowed From The Sea By By Buckets_Of_Stars

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) By Da_Moose

Fifteen Years In The Making By Potts89

Fire With Fire By Agentianlegend

Found Family By Thedisneyoutsider

How To Repair A Broken Heart By Influentialpineapple

If They Knew All About You By Mshermia

If You're Going Through Hell, Keep On Going By Baloobird

In Unlikely Places By Looneylizzie

Lets Get On With Living (While We Can) By Almond_Blossoms

Mr. Stark, Something Is Wrong By @Simping-For-Peggy

Not So Friendly By Ramble_On

Only Going Over Home By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Outnumbered By Heartofcathedrals

Permanence By Theexhaustedalchemist

Peter’s New Step-Brother By Bowtiez

Priorities By Jlmonroe1234

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly By Superherotiger

Rewind By Losingmymindtonight

Sleeping Through A Rogue Winter Storm By Pogokitten

Spider-Man: Avengers (And Midtown High) React By Gayplums

Survivors Guilt By Ember_Darla And Marvel_Cinematic_Universe_Fan

Tech Of Nondestructive Yakking By Wabisabi

The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer By Ironmum

The Hero Of Our Own Story By Kingdomfaraway

The Many Adventures Of Iron Dad And Spider Son By Lbigreyhound13

This Warm Repair By Peterstank

Unforeseen Dangers By Starryknight09

Unto The Breach By Melissabosquez

Wanting To Be Better by Mz_Supermanfan

We Can't Have Faith For Everybody By Hale13

Webcams And Webshooters (Series) By Losingmymindtonight

What If We Never Were? By Ladylangst

What Occurred In Raychester Castle By Fictionart

What You Were Then I Am Today By Madasthesea

With Great Care By Giggles96

You Are My Sunshine By Iamconstantine

You Stay, I Go By Cinnamonrollstark

17. THE COMPLETE FIC THAT YOU CHERISH — Whether Or Not You’ve Got The Patience For An In-Progress Or Not, There’s A Wealth Of Complete Stories You Can Devour At Leisure Or All In One Coffee-Fuelled Binge. What’s Yours?

5 Times Peter Fell, And Tony Caught Him. And The 1 Time Tony Didn’t. By Eva7673

5 Wishes Peter Didn't Ask For And The 1 He Did By Alice_In_Ink

A Peter Parker Problem By Spagbol99

A Soul's Best Friend By Superherotiger

Always Silent, Peter Darling By Lliblo

And You’ll Blow Us All Away By Losingmymingtonight

Because I Said So: Adventures In Parenting (With Commentary By Peter Parker) By Teamironmanforever

Come, My Darling, Homeward Bound By By Iamirondad

Coming Home By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Darkness Will Be Rewritten By Marveal

Engine 12 By Bethy_277

Five Times David Didn't Understand What Was Going On With His Girlfriend's Nephew By Bumblie_Bee

Five Times Peter And Tony Chaotically Cleaned By Ironmum

Five Times Peter Was Tony’s Son And One Time Tony Was His Dad By Zojnks

Five Times Tony Stark Got To Be A Normal Dad By Captainstarsong

Good Publicity By Bergen

Heart Made Of Glass, My Mind Of Stone By Princessironspider

HYDRA'S NOT A HOME (Series) By TEMPESTAURORA

I’m Here, Always By By Rosesandribbons

Identity Crisis By Kitcat992

If You’re Gonna Love Someone, Let It Be Me By Ianalystark & Scooter3scooter

Intern Spider By Emily_F6

Let Me Pave The Path Until You Come Back (Series) By Elliahrose

Man In A Can By Jinxquickfoot

On The Other Side Of The Door By Iron_Spider

Only For A Little While By By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Only For A Little While By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Pupper Parker By Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Starlight, Star Bright By Mainstreamelectricalparade

Stars, Hide Your Fires By Yellowdistress

Stop, Look, Listen By Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The 5 Times Tony Stark Helped Peter Parker’s Reputation. (And The One Time Peter Helped His.) By Deductioniskey

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn By By Starryknight09

The Guardian By Emily_F6

The One Who Made It Out By Tiaylasglass

The Root Is Expectation By Yellowdistress

The Stars And The Moon They Have All Been Blown Out (You Have Left Me In The Dark) By Madasthesea

The Third Option By Uncertainty_Principle

Too Pure For Your Own Good By An_Odd_Idea

What Do I Need? By Scooter3scooter

Your Heart Changed (Mine Stayed The Same) By Loisselina (Loisselina)

18. THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE — We all love Irondad, but some stories come with bonus bonds that give us just as much. Do you have a Peter & Bucky, or a Peter & Steve working alongside which delivers all the found family goodness?

5 Times Happy Hogan Nearly Had A Heart Attack Because Of Peter Parker By Thespydersargon

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It By Savana_Marlark

Between How It Is And How It Should Be By Frostysunflowers

Brighten Up, Sunshine By Iron_Spider

Give Him The Life, That I Couldn’t Give You By Superherotiger

I Have A Nephew! By Zimnokurw

It Must Be Nice (To Have Mrs. Potts On Your Side By Sdottkrames

It Takes A Village (To Make Sure You're Okay) By Baloobird

Keeping Watch By Oreoluvr13

Kingdom Come Undone By Killerqueenwrites

Let Me Pave The Path Until You Come Back (Series) By Elliahrose

Parallels By Kianisabitch

Perfectly Parental By Bergen

Project: Get Bucky Barnes A Dog By Ruxian

Road Work Ahead By Toniwilder

Rules Are Made To Be Broken By Ironmum

Sea Of Expectations By Astro_Cat13

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn By Starryknight09

The Definition Of Family By Queen (Ramble)

The Missing Lego Piece By Thedisneyoutsider

The Puzzle That Is Peter Parker By Neuropsyche

Titles By Aimaim94

When In The Dark By Kevy_Grayce

Will You Be My Found Family? By Frostyqueen

Worst Summer Vacation By Mysterycyclone

19. THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD — Irondad has some amazingly prolific writers. Which are the ones you’ve subscribed to get at that fic-wonder goodness of 10 works or more?

14million_Constellations

Aimaim94

Ashleyparker2815

Baloobird

Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Bowtiez

Buckets_Of_Stars

Capstar98

Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

Doctornineandthreequarters

Duskblue

Eccentric_Artist_221b

Emily_Davison

Emily_F6

Fictionalworldsareexquisite

Frostysunflowers

Grilledcheesing

Happyaspie

Hold_Our_Destiny

Iamalystark

Iamirondad

Icylightning

Imgoingtocrash

Inkinmyheartsandonthepage

Ironfamjam

Ironmum

Iron-Spider

Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Jelly_Pies

Jen27ny

Jolinarjackson

Joyful_Soul_Collector

Jwriter819

Killerqueenwrites

Killerqueenwritws

Kitkatwinchester

Littlemissagrafina

Losingmymindtonight

Madasthesea

Magicalyss

Maicaly

Mainstreamelectricalparade

Marvelous_Writer

Marvels_Blue_Phoenix

Mshermia

Myglassesaredirty

Nanixerka

O0citrusee0o

Parkrstark

Rosesandribbons

Sandyk

Scooter3scooter

Sdottkrames

Softdadironman

Starryknight09

Summerwolf

Superherotiger

Tempestaurora

Thedisneyoutsider

Thedumbestavenger

Turtle_Bean

Webtrinsic

Whumphoarder

Wisterispidey

Wolfypuppypiles

Xseshatx

Yellowdistress

20. THE NEWBIE — New writers are joining the fandom all the time. Who’s the newbie (posting for 12 months or less) that’s delivering the good stuff for you?

107thinfantry

Anoddidea

Asherkoyal

Baymax_13

Bung

Canonismybitch

Carpediem369

Da_Moose

Eemolu

Emily_Davison

Fallingforbees

Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

Freyaatterton

Frostyqueen

Imeanthatsprettysnazzy

Ironmum

Jinx_Frost

Just_Ppeachy

Kittybellestark

Krystalpomme

Lilacsoulw

Maicaly

Marvelousbutterfly

Omenthia_Arc

Patrochilles_Trash

Penny4yourThoughts

Peters

Peterspajamas

Polaroid15

Punkybunny

Revengewitch

Rosesandribbons

Silverdraconyx

Skiesbluetoday

Spagbol99

Sunflowerspideyy

Thedisneyoutsider

Theexhaustedalchemist

Theweirdpersonnextdoor

Thisisnotourlasthunt

Winterturtle

Wolf5bane

21. THE OG — Who’s the writer that’s been around for a while (12 months or more) that keeps you captivated?

Aceofstars16

Aimaim94

Almond_Blossoms

Ashleyparker2815

Baloobird

Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Blueh

Bowtiez

Buckets_Of_Stars

Caraminha

Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

Doctornineandthreequarters

Duskblue

Eccentric_Artist_221b

Emily_F6

Evotter

Frostysunflowers

Geekymoviemom

Gremlinsr

Grilledcheesing

Happyaspie

Iamirondad

Imgoingtocrash

Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Iron_Spider

Ironfamjam

Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Jelly_Pies

Jen27ny

Jolinarjackson

Karenninaaa

Kevy_Grayce

Killerqueenwrites

Little_But_Mighty

Losingmymindtonight

Madasthesea

Marveal

Ms Hermia

Myglassesaredirty

Parkrstark

Rejectedmarvel

Scooter3scooter

Shoyzzart

Snarkymuch

Spooderboyandtincan

Starryknight09

Summerwolf

Superherotiger

Tempestaurora

Tonystarkissist

Trickster88

Webtrinsic

Whumphoarder

Wolfypuppypiles

Yellowdistress

22. THE WILD CARD STORY — The story that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did By Losingmymindtonight

A Beautiful Lie By Rayrox360

A Fic Where Superior Iron Man Gets DECKED By Nanixerka

A Peter Parker Problem, By Spagbol99

A Pressing Emergency By Whumphoarder

Aliens Really Are Out To Get You Aren't They? By Some_Sort_Of_Trash

An Uncomfortable Issue By Summerartist

Bank Robber By Purplecat7

Born To Cherish By Ironfamjam

Career Day By Superhusbands4ever (Potterwatch97)

Chickpea And Bleach Curry By S0lstice

Doing Good By Thestubb

Everyday Superhero By Stoneage_Woman

Father’s Day Troubles By Willienillieflys

Five Time Faculty Members Had To Call Peter's Emergency Contact + 1 Time He Shows Up Anyway By Kingdomfaraway

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned By Ironmum

From Mr. Stark To Tony By 1minute

Glittering Green By Aimingarrows

Guess I’m Not Good Enough By Freyaatterton

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) By Bluesweatshirt

I Will Soften Every Edge By Losingmymindtonight

I’m Not Telling Him. Period By Scooter3scooter

Inimitable By Ephemeralstark

Irondad NSAP (Series) By Chvotic

Irondad NSAP By Chvotic

Kids Suck, But You're Great By Gymlily06

Long Gone | Marvel Au By Strangerlyparker

Nothing Wrong With Being Yourself By Kitkatwinchester

Play By Losingmymindtonight

Research And Disaster By Blueh

Secret By Aimaim94

Tall Skies By Black_Briar

Tech Of Non-Destructive Yakking By Wabisabi

The Case Of The Tyrannical Two By Ironfamjam

The Ghost Of Heroes By Enigmaris & Scarletnightfury

The Long Way Round By Undeerqueen

The Peter Parker Conspiracy By Tempestaurora

The Real Hero By Jilycslove

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark By Losingmymindtonight

The Right Call By Boleyn13

The Stark Family, By Tonystarkissist

Things That Make It Warm By Dredfulhapiness

This Ride Is A Wild One By Just_Ppeachy

We Are Family By Icylightning

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal By Finny3120

Winterturtle By A Different Kind Of Suprise

Wrong Number Kid By Blackshadow030930

iexist in two places, here and where you are by mindshelter

ART 1 — DIGITAL MEDIA - Who has those PhotoShop skills, who makes the best mood boards? We have some wonderful artists in the Irondad fandom, and we’re here to celebrate them. Who's your favorite artist?

@blackchessknight (tumblr)

@broskepol (tumblr)

@itsybitsyspiderling (tumblr)

@kitcat992(tumblr)

@monireh (tumblr)

@spidey-art (tumblr)

@steviesboy (Tumblr)

@superherotiger (tumblr)

ART 2 — SKETCHES — Who has the skills with the original medium of art in sketches? Whose pencil can create the characters we love best?

@broskepol (Tumblr)

@dakt37 (Tumblr)

@monireh89 (Tumblr)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

@dchanberry (Tumblr)

ART 3 — CARTOONS — Chibis, Manga, Anime, who can create the very best?

@Maryo274 (Tumblr)

@yes-i-am-happyaspie (Tumblr)

@maryo274 (Tumblr)

@akira-akatsuki (Tumblr)

@mjscorner (Tumblr)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

Ironkrispies (Instagram)

ART 4 — FANVID — Some of the greatest creators are the ones that match the music to the mood, find the perfect scenes to make us laugh and cry. Who does that for you?

Emsxworld

all my life || tony & peter (father/son au) by akapotatogirl

tony stark & peter parker | ashes by mythicalroyalty

mblaqminoz

My Dad's a Hero to Me by MsMorganStark

You Are The Reason l Tony Stark & Peter Parker by Chocolala

Tony Stark & Peter Parker (Adoption Au) || Home by andrea d

Ellaire.png (Instagram)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker | A Stark Family AU | Home by Ineffable Films

ART 5 — BEST IRON FAMILY FANART — Who can create those feeling of Ironfam with their art? Who captures the characters we love in that iconic family.

@superherotiger (Tumblr)

@broskepol (Tumblr)

ellarie.png (Instagram)

@moonestaly (Tumblr)

@spidey_art (Tumblr)

@peterokii (Tumblr)

ART 6 — MOST HEARTBREAKING FANART — Art can move us to tears. Who captures those moments and brings tears to your eyes?

@cottoncandyofterror (Tumblr)

@eccentric_artist_221b (Tumblr)

@spidey-art (Tumblr)

@superherotiger (Tumblr)

Artinggrace (Instagram)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

ART 7 — BEST HURT/COMFORT — Who captures the pain of the moment best for you?

@broskepol (Tumblr)

@chocolala

@spidey-art (Tumblr)

@tonystarkissist (Tumblr)

I will always love you (no matter what...) by @monireh (Tumblr)

ART 8 — THE WILD CARD ART— The art that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

@cainternn (Tumblr)

@Iwritedumbshit (Tumblr)

@rhymewithrachel (Tumblr)

Hannssm (Instagram)

#Irondad Creator Awards #irondad #spider son #irondad and spiderson #art #writers #fanfic #fanart #artists #fandom awards #spider-man #peter parker #iron man #tony stark

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