#i killed a spider today. i felt so bad

[fandom-hoarder]

Nothing like getting up to go to the bathroom without your glasses OR your house shoes, only to be met with your cat examining and then chasing a small, dark shape in the hallway!! A shape that runs (spider-like) under the pantry door before you can grab a shoe!!!

#spiders #ickkkkkkk #i did put on my glasses but i did not find that fucker🙃 #i got trapped staring at a wolf spider in the hallway the other day--every time i got within 2 feet it would crouch #and jpop didn't hear me screaming 'omg i can't i can't I'm gonna puke oh fuck help' cuz he was on a game with headphones #(his brothers might've heard me on mic but they didn't say anything lmao) #anyway i told him i felt bad about killing it cuz it's like a little animal (huuuuge wolf spider) but it is EVICTED #so he scooped it up and put it on my lilac bush on the part of the yard furthest from the house lol #and now i have THIS ONE found in nearly the same place #ughhhhhhhh #and he goes back to work today so WHEN i see that fucker it's ALL ME😭😭😭😭😭

[sunfyresrider]

ミ♥︎OUR LAST SUMMER | NETEYAM SULI

❥Summary: You were never allowed to leave the lab, especially to venture off into the forest. However, one day you get a extreme urge to go to the river and that’s where you met him. The man who would surely be your downfall. ❥Word Count: 8k ❥Tags: obsessive tendencies, love struck Neteyam, mild manipulation, jealous!neteyam, interspecies relationship, wingman!Lo’ak, smut, fingering, oral, p n v, choking (slightly), mild angst. Am I missing anything? Lmk! ❥Author’s Note: This can be seen as a part one to a future fic of mine ‘Mated for Life’. S/O to me for finally remembering to add a word count LMAO. This is inspired by an older fic of mine so I’m kinda copyrighting myself😎

Neteyam knew from a young age everything would fall on his shoulders, that all the responsibilities of an adult would be his to bear. It made him pretty fucking miserable to be honest, but he would never let it show. It made him a better person in many ways, a better son, a better warrior, and a great brother. It did not make him happy nor did it make him forget the loneliness he felt.

Lo’ak always claimed he was misunderstood but Neteyam dare say he had it worse. No one viewed him as other than perfect, no one attempted to see what’s under the surface, and no one was there to love him in the ways he thought he deserved. Today was one of the days that proved he wouldn’t be anything other than the perfect soldier. Another day he had to take the blame for something he did not do.

His brother had snuck onto the battlefield and nearly killed them both. The second their ikrans landed his father had a speech to give to them both, even while his eldest son was bleeding. He took the blame as he always did, the yelling, the insults, and the beratement to protect his younger brother. How much more could he take though? After his wounds had been healed he found himself in the corner of the forest, knees pressed tightly to his chest.

Neteyam prided himself on not being weak but today he let the tears flows. He let the river attempt to wash away the burden that he had no choice but to carry. Neteyam wanted someone, just anyone, to understand him. That is what he prayed for from Ewya, even though the great mother did not involve herself in petty things such as this, he hoped she would this one time.

You had grown up on Pandora, your mother being one of the great scientists who worked with Grace Augustine and Jake Sully. She didn’t allow you to venture outside often like spider, you were too small, too precious to her to risk being harmed in the wilderness. In your opinion it was a load of bullshit and you deserved to play with the Na’vi kids just like him! Except now you were older, inexperienced, out of shape, and would probably die by a viper wolf attack.

Unfortunately for her you were born with rebellion in your heart and a strong sense of will. Dusk had fallen on the moon and the light from the windows inside the lab were beginning to fill the room's orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. It was a strict rule to return to your room after biology lessons with Norm but you had plenty of time to stroll. Right now, your mother would still be aiding the warriors returning from the recent battle. It was prime time to make an escape and explore.

You first met Neteyam in a very compromising position, curled up by the stream and sleeping. There was a subtle stain on his blue skin from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you leave him out here all alone? Granted, he was twice your size and carried many weapons but that thought did not ease the ache in your heart. No one should ever be left alone to cry. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Neteyam?” You whispered into his ears.

His eyebrows began to furrow slightly, ears twitching in the direction of your voice. “Neteyam, wake up.” He jumped up and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the surroundings quickly and you before settling with a confused expression plastered on his face. “S-sorry Lo’ak isn’t here,” you mumbled out. You knew the former vastly better since he visited the lab so often, all you knew of the eldest was stories.

Neteyam’s quickened breathing settled, his eyes scanning over your form. Which human were you? You were too pretty to be another scientist, too young to have lived here during the war. It took him awhile of staring at you for his brain to finally put it together, “star girl.” His hands released you slowly as his mouth hung slightly agape, why in Ewya’s name would Lo’ak hide you from him? He had seen you in passing once or twice but he didn’t realize you looked like this.

Neteyam never considered an alien could be beautiful but you proved him very wrong. You had the perfect lips, your eyes glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell perfectly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your strange clothes you had a nice body too. “Lo’ak told me many things about you, all good so far.” He quickly cleared his throat, pulling his hands away to wipe the tears from his eyes. This was embarrassing, but he was going to push through it.

Two tiny, four fingered, hands cupped his cheeks. Your skin was warm, soft and distracting him from his original thought. “Are you alright? Was someone being cruel to you?” You regretted the last sentence as it stumbled out, he was just in a battle you idiot! Oh Ewya, help him because you sounded like the angels his dad spoke about. Neteyam was too dumbfounded to say anything coherent, maybe too starstruck by your presence.

You weren’t necessarily wrong, his father did hurt him deeply. His mother hurt him by not standing up for him either. The most perplexing part was you cared to ask, your tiny self risked being in these dangerous lands just to see if he was alright. Neteyam forced himself to nod slowly, not entirely sure how to react to such comfort.

Perhaps this wasn’t the best thing to do but your mother always comforted you in this way. You had even done this to Kiri a few times when she came to the lab to cry about her own problems. Gently, you swiped the tear tracks from his face, pressing two gentle kisses where they laid. “Don’t cry, you’re an amazing warrior, a good son, an even better brother. You finished your Rite of Passage before anyone else your age. You have so much more to offer than just those things and they’re just too blind to see it. And so many people love you like-”

“My child,” the sounds of your mother's cries echoed in your ears. Shit, she knew you had escaped. You let go of him quickly, preparing to run into her arms and feign innocence. Before you left though, you jumped onto him, arms embracing his frame the best they could. “You're perfect, okay? I’m always here to talk if you need it." You jumped to your feet, brushing off the dirt you had collected whilst exploring. "I gotta go... feel better!"

Neteyam sat up and watched you scurry away, his eyes were wide and time had stilled around him. Where the fuck have you been his entire life? His heart felt full in a way it hadn’t before, Neteyam’s stomach twisting around itself. The thoughts of your little hands, your little frame, your sweet voice and soft lips swirling in his head. You were so… perfect, so inviting… You had to be his.

He had never truly thought about having someone all for himself, especially an alien. But even the perfect son needed to indulge his own desires at times, even the hardened warrior needed to be held in times of sorrow. At this moment all he could think about was stealing you away, keeping you safe in his home, protecting you from the dangers of this world forever. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.

Neteyam pulled himself up, with a new found confidence he ran home. It was time he talked to his parents about finding a potential mate.

The talk went about as well as Lo’ak claiming his ikran. He mentioned he had found someone, and he was prepared to finally choose a mate. His parents rejoiced, the proud look they reserved for him finally returning. Until he mentioned that it was you, and the light drained from their eyes, the colors fading from their faces.

Neteyam’s idea was shot down faster than he could manage to speak it. You had an avatar body in that damn lab and he knew it! You could easily become one of the people like his father and be his mate. Why was his mother so against it? His father at the very least gave it some thought before succumbing to his mother’s rants.

It wasn’t her fault she was traumatized, but it was hypocritical considering his father was an alien when she met him. Fine, Neteyam was used to a challenge and he would claim you before they had another chance to say no. Hopefully this time around his love for you would override his fear of disappointing his parents.

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The next time he came across you was far after eclipse, everyone in his home was fast asleep while he made his move. It was incredibly hard to sneak out of the camp, even harder to sneak into the human camp. Your stupid cameras and metal monstrosities make it nearly impossible to creep through, let alone into you. Neteyam vaguely remembered where Lo’ak claimed you slept, in moments like these he was grateful his brother had his back.

The more he tiptoed around the camp the angrier he became, were you even real or was that a fever dream? He stumbled onto a group of tree metal homes stacked against each other. Carefully, he peeked his head into each one searching you out. To his disappointment the first two were occupied by a snoring Norm and a drooling Max. It took him one more attempt before he finally saw your sleeping figure.

You were so adorable, all bundled up in the things called sheets and holding a pillow tightly to your chest. It made his soul melt at the sight, Neteyam wasted no time welcoming himself inside, pushing the first door open and closing it tightly behind him. If he let any air in from the outside you may die before he got the chance to touch you again. Thankfully, the next door was easier and much quieter than the first.

Neteyam had to crouch as he approached you, ignoring how terrifying he probably looked. He outstretched one of his long fingers to brush a strand of your hair out of your face, admiring the peaceful view in front of him. If Ewya allowed it he could stay and watch you sleep all night but your air was already taking an effect on his lungs.

“Yawne… wake up,” he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, urging you awake. You were an incredibly light sleeper, your eyes shot open and you jumped back as if you were about to scream. Neteyam quickly shoved a hand over your lips, bracing the back of your head with the other before it crashed against the wall. “Shhh, shh yawne, it’s Neteyam.”

You crooked your head to the side, watching him closely. Obviously pondering why he invaded your space at such a late hour. “Neteyam,” you murmured into his hand, confirming if this was a dream or reality. A wide grin blessed his features, “good morning, baby girl.” He heard that nickname from his father, and by the blush on your cheeks it worked quite well. “What are you doing here?”

You rubbed your eyes, gazing out the window, “it’s after eclipse...” you drawled into a yawn. His entire body language shifted, excitement coursing through his veins. “I’m always too busy during the day to visit so I thought now would be the perfect time.” You sat up on your bed, he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “O-okay.”

Neteyam smiled at you with such kindness, even with his size you didn’t feel threatened in slightest. “I thought since you never get to go out I would take you tonight. Of course, you would be under my protection the entire time.”

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But at the back of your head the sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do rang strong. The fear of disappointing her was even stronger and the fear of potential punishment. “I- I can’t.”

“No one will find out, I promise.” His amber eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. “You wouldn’t want to make me sad, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” It was manipulative, he knew but it worked flawlessly with you. Neteyam would make up for this one transgression later. “Fine, just wait for me outside please. " you said in a nervous whisper.

Neteyam didn’t take his eyes off you as you slid into your “outside” clothing, at some point he would need to get you actual ones instead of the odd human fabrics that cover too much. You hastily slipped your mask on, taking in a deep breath as you did. He hated that thing, hopefully soon he could get rid of it. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach as you exited the lab.

“You ready, baby?” The word sounded foreign on his tongue but music to your ears. You nodded in excitement, letting Neteyam grasp your hand and pull you along. He was gentle with you no matter how much excitement was coursing through his veins. You moved in unison through the thick leaves, granted he whisked you off your feet anytime you seemed to falter. The farther away from the encampment you got, the happier you became.

The forest was naturally lit with bioluminescent flowers, vines, and grasses of all kinds. The noise of animals coming out to play filled your ears and for once it did not frighten you. Neteyam was basking in your joy, your voice carried only the excitement of someone innocent to this world. And when you glanced at him? It felt like Ewya herself had sent you to make his heart ache.

To avoid any possible maimings or accidental injuries he kept you very close to him. If Neteyam’s arm was not around you then his hand was on yours. The warmth you radiated felt like his only life source. To your surprise, he was naturally funny and laid back. You had only assumed he was cold, stern and serious, this must be a side of him he only showed a few.

You spoke with him more than anyone, babbling about everything you saw, heard or felt. It may seem obnoxious to others but to him it was like a melody being played by a flute. Each time you squeezed his fingers he felt the blood rush to his head, pounding at his skull in the most beautiful way. You had completely and irrevocably captured his heart.

As the evening progressed the original point of this journey was almost lost to the daze you put him in. Instead of immediately taking you to the sacred place he opted for the stream where you originally found him, you could call it a second, better, impression. It was memorizing in the eyes of a girl who never got to leave her cave of comfort. The fish glowing beneath a gentle stream, a waterfall glistening under the light of several moons.

But this place would be the start of your inevitable downfall. It started off as a dare that turned into swimming half nude with a man twice your size. You let the water flow past you, cradling your body in its warmth. Neteyam was a better swimmer than you, granted you had never gotten the chance before. You chased him in circles below the surface, quickly becoming distracted by the fish that swam by.

The orange was your favorite, reminding you of the sunset. His favorite was the yellow, said it reminded him of you because yellow was the color of happiness and you made him happy… It was a very sappy way of flirting but it worked. Neteyam spent most of his time indulging you on what you wanted or asked the entire night and he did not mind for one second.

You asked him personal questions no one else dared to, further carving your way into his soul. If he thought he knew what love was before he was terribly wrong. Whatever you were doing to him was much worse in all the right ways. It was about the time he came to the realization, staring into your eyes and seeing your future together, you started to nod off. Your eyes become droopy, yawns escaping your throat every other sentence.

Neteyam would stay like this forever if he could, drowning in your existence. Your health was more important to him though and you desperately needed sleep to survive. You tried to fight him off when he said it was time to go, whining to stay here forever. It was cute, and he almost didn’t make you leave, until another adorable yawn left you.

He whisked you off your feet without protest, wrapping your legs around him so he could carry you home. You felt embarrassed at first, realizing you probably looked like a baby being carried by their mother. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebump down your spine, long fingers wrapping around you to keep you in place. The low, deep, whisper of his voice telling you sweet nothings echoing in the walls of your mind.

A new sensation washed over you as Neteyam’s lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. A sweet ache between your legs that progressively got worse the longer he held you. You attempted to pull away, embarrassed he could feel the heat, but he easily overpowered you. Neteyam was determined to keep you in place, as close to him as humanly possible.

He paused his stride, gazing at you for a moment and then back to the forest ahead. You avoided his eyes, but you could feel the smirk creep onto his face. He didn’t say anything on the way home, deep in thought it seemed. However, you could hear his breath becoming ever so slightly heavier.

Neteyam should be a good little soldier and take you home and feign ignorance. He noticed every sound, every look, every smell, every movement coming from you. The warm feeling across his waist that was driving him to the brink of insanity. His own arousal was bound to be noticed the second he put you down… How far could he go with you before he was stopped? You wanted him and why should he not give you what you wanted?

Sneaking back inside the second time was easier than the first, and this time he intended to stay a little longer than necessary. You were drowsy, too tired to change yourself into dry clothing. You probably told yourself he was used to seeing people in less clothes and that it was nothing to Neteyam. Oh how wrong you were. He managed to keep quiet though, attempting to avoid the thing between his legs.

“Time for bed, yawne.” You threw yourself onto the bed, melting into the mattress. Sleep evaded you, the wetness between your legs making it unbearable to get comfortable. To your surprise, he climbed on top, hovering mere inches from your face. “You okay, baby girl?” His ears twitched, Neteyam’s tail betraying his thoughts. There it was again, the foreign nickname that rolled off his tongue like honey.

You crossed your legs together tightly, “I-I’m okay.” He cocked his head to the side, bringing a finger up to brush your face. “I can help you if there’s something wrong,” he purred. You gulped, opening your legs ever so slightly to make a little more room, but that only made the ache worse. His knee found its place between your thighs, applying pressure to the one place you were trying to avoid.

You turned away and evaded his gaze. You felt like a complete idiot, a grown woman acting like a horny teenager, it was disgusting! However, when you looked back at him he was still looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to ask for his help. His knee moved forward once more, you bit your lip to avoid the sound attempting to escape. “I can show you what helps me, yawne.”

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you. A sound of pleasure escaped you before you could stop it, and that seemed to embolden him.

His lips pressed harder against yours, the sweetness of his mouth made your mind hazy. Neteyam’s tongue found itself entangled with yours, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment. The feeling of need was quickly becoming too much so you moved your hips against him, desperately trying to release the pressure.

Neteyam chuckled into your mouth, his fangs glistening in the light. “All you had to say was your problem was down there,” he purred. “I can fix that for you,” Neteyam’s voice turned into an exhilarating whisper, sending chills down your spine. You shivered at the feeling of his fingers gently slipping inside your waistband, hovering over the spot you really wanted him.

You grabbed his hand, your nerves getting the best of you. “W-what if someone finds out.” Neteyam moved forward, cupping your pussy . It was so wet and desperate for him, how could he stop? “I won’t tell if you don’t.” You closed your eyes, nodding your head. Neteyam kissed you once more, this time more rough than before. Internally, he hoped everyone would find out.

He slipped his finger inside of you, his eyes growing wide at how tight you were. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, and you were practically throbbing. Neteyam’s fingers were large enough to easily reach your sweet spot, stretching you out as he added another. You clenched around him, a high pitched sound leaving your lips.

He groaned at the sight of you, you were far too good to be true. Neteyam leaned down, gently nipping at your neck and sucking on your pulse point. His fangs occasionally gliding across your sensitive skin. Neteyam continued to pleasure you, fingers moving at a steady rhythm, a pace he knew he could keep up for hours.

You bit your lip to hold back your whines, each breathy exhale turning into a high pitched moan. The sound was like music to Neteyam, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, tasting your skin as he left marks. He wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, in one way or another.

His thumb began to circle your clit, thankfully human anatomy was similar to his own. His tail wrapped around one of your legs, pulling it to the side, allowing him more access. You gripped onto him, burying your face in his chest to hide the embarrassment of the sound leaving your lips.

Neteyam kissed your forehead, nuzzling you softly as he quickened his pace. You clenched tightly around his fingers, bucking your hips against his hand, riding it out as much as possible. Neteyam had you pinned under him, mercilessly trying to pull out your orgasm. He was almost certain he would cum in his loincloth.

"You're doing so well for me, baby girl." He purred into your ear, his tongue darting across it as his hand worked you. His fingers consistently applying pressure at the spongy spot inside of you. His thumb continued to move across your clit, working it to match the pace. You gripped tightly to his broad shoulders, rolling your hips against his hand as you felt your body begin to give way. "Oh, I-I-I..."

“Hmm? Baby girl I can’t hear you.” His breath was hot on your neck. “S-sgood, Teyam,” your new nickname for him made him groan. His fingers continued to move, making your words come out more high pitched and incoherent than before. He nipped at your neck, biting it and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

He didn't want to stop, he didn't want this moment to end. The feeling of your warm cunt tightening around him as your body tensed. Your nails digging into his shoulders, you back arching and hips bucking. His hand moved at a steady pace as your body began to unravel, letting yourself go. The euphoric feeling washing over you like a tidal wave.

Neteyam took his time as he eased you through it, gently bringing you down as he whispered sweet nothings. He peppered kisses across your face, murmuring how good you were to him as you relaxed. "Good girl," he whispered. He carefully removed his fingers, and your body mourned the loss of him. “You did so good for me, yawne.”

Your body was limp underneath him, your weighted breaths slowing. “I’m so tired,” you murmured. Shh, go to sleep, yawne. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, unsurprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his loincloth, and it was leaking out onto your sheets.

Neteyam watched you sleep peacefully until the light began to shine into the camp. He rushed back home and thankfully, no one noticed his disappearance. This became a routine between the two of you, and Lo’ak became his best wingman. He pretended to not know anything, made excuses, and visited you pretending like he wasn’t just going so Neteyam had an excuse to follow. For once he was very grateful his little bro was the way he was.

Things were looking up for you as well, Now you got to leave the human lab more often and you got to watch him train with the other boys. A few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you, the way he moved if you moved. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship. Neteyam was always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in a way you never thought possible.

Neteyam was completely beside himself, and it was going to kill him eventually. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was so much more than just the perfect son. You liked him for the reasons no one else did, seeing him for how he truly was and wanted to be. It was no wonder he was infatuated by your existence.

Neteyam, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin you completely. He was pretty positive he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside you anyway. It didn’t change the fact he thought about it every single day. It was hard to explain the things he was feeling but he knew he was stuck to you. Without you he wouldn’t be able to breathe, eat, or sleep like he used to. Neteyam’s existence would become completely meaningless without your presence.

But for now, it was new and perfect. Shiny like a freshly carved toy bound to break.

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All good things come to an end, you learned that after Quartich had returned and Neteyam was being stolen away to a reef clan too far from you. The moon stopped its rotation, all of the life you had being stolen away after he uttered the words goodbye. It was an indescribable pain, unrelenting and all consuming. It took weeks for you to be able to leave your bed, for the nightmares to cease, but the thoughts of him haunted you at every waking moment.

The only place you could find him was at the river, in memories. A part of you wished to go back, to have never left the lab and stayed oblivious to his existence. In your heart you knew he was bound to carve his place into it one way or another. Neteyam used to say how he prayed to the great mother for you and Ewya always finds a way. Day and night blurred together, you stopped counting the hours and let them fly past you. In your darkest moments you repeated a chant to yourself, a prayer almost, One day, Neteyam will come back for you.

He cried, a pathetic display, in front of his parents to bring you with. Neytiri was disgusted, but not enough to hate you as much as spider. He took that as a small win in a losing battle. Jake never faltered on his stance, only family could come unless you wished to put yourself in danger. All he received for his pleas was sympathy from his siblings and a harsh scolding from his parents. It felt as thought his heart had been torn from his chest, the air sucked out of his lungs. You would be here alone, without him, doing all the things you should be doing with him. Neteyam would be stuck in the middle of the ocean with strangers on a droll island.

He did not adapt to the way of water like Lo’ak did. His brother had finally found an environment to thrive in but he was completely lost without you. It was becoming harder to maintain the perfection his father strived for. Even whilst in mourning he had to care of everyone, protect them, comfort them and receive none of it in return. It was a hard life to live but what other choice did he have?

Neteyam only ever felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He was always with you in his dreams, feeling, touching, hearing and smelling you again. For a few hours each night he was back in your room making stupid jokes and listening to rave about your newest discovery. It was always sunny in his dreams, even when it was nightfall. Each time Neteyam closed his eyes it was as if he was in the promised land… but everyone has to wake up eventually.

To ease the eternal ache, he started pleasuring himself more often. It would be a sad sight if anyone ever caught the once mighty warrior stopping to such levels but desperate times called for desperate measures. Neteyam fully intended on stealing you away one day, human or avatar body he didn’t care anymore. If anyone was against you he would kill them… except his own blood, of course.

When he connected to Ewya he saw you, crouched down by your mother in a body he didn’t recognize. Oh, your avatar, your mother is finally allowing you to use it. You were still ethereal in the new body, still tiny, but you looked much more like him. You felt so close to him, your warmth radiating through the connection. He was at peace again, for a limited time only. Neteyam was dragged away the second he felt a shift in the water… Kiri

“We’re leaving… now!” You scrambled to grab the med supplies before you leaped onto the helicopter. For all that it was worth, you hoped Kiri was okay. Still, a very selfish, disgusting, part of you was glad you now had an excuse to visit Neteyam. Norm wouldn’t allow you to go in Avatar form, too early to tell if it would last the long journey ahead. You nervously picked at your fingernails the entire way there, she would okay you knew it.

Neteyam could only watch as your little form rushed past everyone to get to his sister. He never left her side or yours for that matter, choosing to stay outside and watch you work. He couldn’t put into words how grateful he was for you, for the effort you were devoting to his family, to saving his sister. He felt a sliver of happiness just watching you again, seeing that you were alive and well.

You hadn’t given him the time of day though, too busy checking Kiri’s pulse and giving her an IV. If you were being honest with yourself this didn’t appear to be a normal human illness. Almost all people can wake up from seizures naturally, almost, as she wasn’t waking up at all. You didn’t know as much about Ewya as everyone else but if this happened whilst she was connected to the tree… then it was probably due to that.

Of course, you hadn’t voiced this out loud in fear of insulting Norm and his hard work. Also, Neytiri breathing down your neck had you too scared to move, a good mother, but a very scary woman. Eventually, you were all kicked out and you nearly fell on your face rushing onto the woven walkways. They were much more bouncy than you expected but a rather large Metkayina boy caught you before you dived head first into the ocean.

“You should be more careful, alien.” You gazed up at him with wide eyes, he was even bigger than Teyam! The last word was in Na’vi but you knew very well what it meant. Luckily, it wasn’t filled with disdain like it usually was, rather disappointment paired with curiosity. A strange thing you did notice was his hand remained on your shoulder, was this normal? “Thank you…” His head raised, eyes scanning you cautiously, “It’s Aonung.”

The crowd around the marui had finally begun to disappear and Neteyam was able to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He stood up from his crouching position, thanking ewya for saving his sister and welcoming her back to the land of the living. It was times like this he was grateful his dad pushed him so hard, if he was too weak, too careless, she could very well be dead.

Neteyam slowly stalked out of the marui, lost in his own thoughts. He knew you would love the ocean, the water, the creatures, and all of the plants you fawn over. His dream was to be able to show you it eventually, under more positive circumstances. For now, he would accept showing you what he could whilst you remained here. A childlike smile graced his features as he looked around, head turning in all directions to spot you.

“I’m going to kill him,” his eyes twitched and Neteyam’s hands unconsciously balled up into fists, granted they were not the same as those with four fingers. Aonung was touching you, talking to you as if you weren’t an alien. After all the bullshit he’d done to his siblings he had the nerve to touch you? He felt the bile in his gut rise to his throat as you smiled at something he said. “It’s a waste of time,” Lo’ak appeared beside him and if he was in his right mind Neteyam would have demanded to know where he has been.

Except he wasn’t in his right mind. “Fish lips,” his younger brother mumbled under his breath before turning to go into the marui where Kiri rested. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Neteyam couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night. Before he knew it his feet had carried him right behind you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“Teyam,” you exclaimed, more excited than you have been in months. Your smile fell when you noticed the way his eyes were staring daggers into the water boy, enemies perhaps? “Back off,” he gritted through his teeth as he poked at Aonung’s chest. Obviously, this wasn’t a fight the other was interested in. He glanced at you with a raised brow, if he had a brow, and back at your Teyam.

“Okayyy then,” he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “It was nice meeting you, human.” Aonung spoke to Neteyam more than you, his smirk directed only at him. You swore you heard him growl lowly, maybe the heat was getting to your head. He didn’t move as he watched the fish boy walk away, his tail swaying violently behind him. “Neteyam?” You turned to him, staring at his face after what felt like centuries.

“Teyam-” you were cut off as his hand wrapped around your wrist, literally dragging you away from the camp. You protested at first, slamming your fist into his arm, offended by how he was behaving. Did the reef people make him cruel? “Let. Me. Go!” you shouted at him, but your cry fell on deaf ears. The grip he had on you wasn’t bruising but his strength far outmatched yours and this was completely unfair. You whipped your head around to watch where he was taking you, the sandy beach quickly turning into heavy shrubbery.

It was beautiful at the very least, you told yourself to remain positive. There hasn’t been a time where you’ve seen Neteyam this angry, especially at you. He paused in his steps when he felt you were now far enough away from everyone. Neteyam let your hand fall to your sides, taking a deep breath, “you!” You flicked when he raised his voice, your fear only heightened at your sheer size difference. "Y-yea, me."

Neteyam huffed, his eyebrows furrowed and gaze piercing though you. “Why haven’t I seen you all evening” Normally, he kept all of his feelings under check, making sure to never express them in case they would upset someone else. Now, the anger radiated off of his shoulders and his words dripped with malice. His question came out as more of a demand, and you could feel your own anxiety spike up. “I was helping Kiri.”

“Helping? You were too busy swooning over fish lips to help anyone.” The words fell from his mouth faster than he could process, regret immediately flooding his system. You wished the ground would open up and Ewya would swallow you whole. “I- I-'' you choked on your own words, tears welling in your eyes. “You don’t love me anymore?” Your damned mask began to fog as you stumbled over your words.

Neteyam's hands were around your shoulders before you could even react, pulling you into him, “don’t cry please, you’ll suffocate to death.” His tone was gentle and he spoke softly, but you could still hear the pain in his voice. The tears came quicker now and your heart hurt. His large hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to calm you down.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't mean to," You sniffled, attempting to keep the tears in your eyes. Neteyam didn’t mean to make you cry, although seeing you like this for him was far better than watching you with the other. Shit, was this manipulation? He dropped down on his knees so you could almost be the same height, placing his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Shh, I still love you. I would never stop loving you. No matter the time we spend apart or the distance between us, you’re in my heart forever, yawne.”

He always knew the right things to say, it made your heart swell and warmth fill your body. Neteyam could make the worst situations feel okay. "I-I," Neteyam placed a hand over his heart, "you don’t need to say anything to me, I've upset you." You sniffled "I still love you too," Neteyam released a deep breath, his face turning stern once more. “Let me prove to you how much I care about you.”

It took minutes before you were laid out on the sand, your pants long discarded. Neteyam had your legs over his shoulders, devouring you. Your toes curled against the cool beach as the wind blew through your hair, the breeze from the water chilling the heat radiating off of you. It was a new sensation, his tongue rubbing circles around your clit. The feeling was foreign and intense, sending jolts throughout your body.

Your hips bucked as his fingers prodded at your entrance, forcing all three inside as an attempt to stretch you more. Neteyam growled in response, the noise sending vibrations throughout your core. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against the top of you to press into the soft spongy spot that had you crying out. Neteyam lapped at the wetness leaking out of you, drinking up every single drop of you.

His eyes met yours, you felt as if the whole world was spinning, a euphoric feeling bubbling inside you, building and building. Neteyam's tongue pressed against your clit once more and you felt the orgasm ripple through you, your walls contracting against his fingers and squeezing them. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn't do much but writhe and cry out as Neteyam brought you down from your high, licking you clean of your mess.

He pulled away and you whined at the loss of his body heat, until you heard the sounds of his loincloth falling to the ground. You pulled your head up off the ground and gasped, he was large, incredibly too large for you. His tip was a bruising purple, shining with precum. Your eyes nearly burst out of your skull, it looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. “T-teyam-”

Neteyam climbed on top of you, shushing you with his finger. “I’ll be gentle I promise,” he purred, his hand snaking down to his tip, rubbing the sticky liquid around the head before placing himself at your entrance. “I’m gonna claim you, mark you with my scent so no one else fucking touches you.” The head of his cock prodded at your entrance and the pressure was intense, your walls achingly slow stretching to fit him. "I can't," Neteyam pushed the head of his cock into you, forcing a choked cry from your lips. “Shh, just be a good girl for me.”

It hurt, yet it felt good in the most bizarre way, a tingling sensation shooting through your body as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you. “Oh ewya, you’re so fucking tiny, baby girl,” he groaned as he pushed deeper. His cock was stretching your walls, the pain slowly disappearing as you grew used to his size. You could feel him against the very base of your cervix, his hips pressing flush against your thighs. “F-f-fuck,” you choked out in a choked whimper, trying to get accustomed to his girth and length, it had to be the size of your forearm at least.

Neteyam began to pump into you slowly, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his length before snapping his hips and forcing the air out of your lungs, causing you to scream and arch your back. You couldn't believe the noises coming out of your own mouth, the moans and cries echoing around the beach. Neteyam moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you.

He used one of his large hands to press against your stomach, feeling his cock move inside of you. “You feel that, yawne?I can feel myself moving inside of you. Fuck, you're so perfect, sweetheart, taking all of me inside you.” He hissed as his movements got faster and more erratic. The feeling was indescribable, the mixture of pain and pleasure that had your head spinning and mind hazy.

Neteyam couldn’t fit all of himself in you no matter how hard he tried, he settled for slamming into the top of your cervix, forcing a scream from your lips. He hoped everyone could hear you screaming his name from miles away. “You like that, baby?” Neteyam growled, you wrapped your arms around his neck, clawing at his shoulders. “Ssyes teyam, sgood,” you slurred your words, feeling the waves of euphoria begin to roll inside of you again.

His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Teyam, p-please. Please!" You stuttered between moans and whimpers. Neteyam wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing softly. "That’s my girl,” his praise made you whimper for more. His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. "Louder, yawne. Everyone has to know you’re all mine," he growled into your ear, putting emphasis on 'mine’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him.

Neteyam removed his hand from your neck, wrapping his arm underneath your legs, spreading them as far as they could go and angling you so that he hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, pounding against it rapidly. Your vision started to turn blurry and you felt yourself begin to fall over the edge again, a new kind of wave washing over you, “F-Fuck! Tey- teyam- please in for me!"

Your cunt clamped down around him, forcing Neteyam to cry out, his thrusts becoming shallow and erratic. You could feel Neteyam release inside of you, ropes of hot cum filling your insides, mixing with your own fluids.

The sound of a twig snapping nearby pulled you both out of your haze, “Neteyam!” Jake’s booking voice echoed around the beach. Both of your heads shot to the left, staring at the mortified father whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.

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The walk of shame you both endured was the most humiliating moment of your entire life. It was an excruciating silent trip back home but at the very least Jake waited until you boarded the helicopter, with a traumatized look on his face, before he called your mother. Without a doubt he told Neytiri soon after and you could only imagine her utter rage. Norm and Max said nothing, opting to stare out the window and dissociate from the entire situation completely. You were extremely grateful for their silence.

You couldn’t imagine the scolding he was about to receive, the punishment he was going to endure. Your mom, although mortified, let you off the hook easily. No avatar for another month, and no Neteyam for the rest of eternity. That one hurt, you felt the same soul crushing despair as you did when he first left.

On the other side of Pandora Neteyam remained completely unphased. He took the yelling, the punishment and everything else like a strong man. In the end he had won, you were covered in his scent and no one was going to touch you again. As for your future together? He had a plan for that too. Neteyam had already practically mated with you no matter what his mother said and once you’re in that new body, he would run away and do it again.

You may not realize it yet but he was coming back for you. One way or another you were going to come to the reef with him, be a part of his family, bear his children, and never ever leave his side again. Even if it meant disappointing his parents one final time, but he had hope in Ewya that would not be the case.

#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fluff #neteyam smut #neteyam angst #neteyam fic #avatar fic #atwow fic #atwow x reader #atwow fanfiction #atwow smut #neteyam suli x reader

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Let You Break My Heart Again

Pairing: Miles Morales x spider person reader

Summary: Takes place after ITSV but before ATSV. You and Miles had a plan to meet up but he blows you off so you confront him and you two fight.

Category: Angst

A/N: Yall I’ve never written fanfics before so pls don’t bully me. I also have no clue how to use Tumblr so pray for me.

One hour and fifty-three minutes. You waited one hour and fifty-three minutes for Miles on top of a building, in the cold weather, freezing. Only after that one hour and fifty-three minutes did you realize that he wasn’t coming.

‘What if something happened? What if the police scanner hadn’t picked up there was an accident yet? What if he’s hurt?’ You thought to yourself while pacing the roof.

You then decided the best option was to literally swing by his house and check on him.

Climbing over to his window, you peeked inside quickly to make sure it was clear to get a full look. But when you did, you saw Miles at his desk drawing in his notebook with his headphones on.

He caught the movement from the window and jumped when he saw you.

“God y/n, you scared me,” he said while opening his window to let you in.

“I scared you? Miles, I waited almost two hours for you. I thought something bad happened,” you all but yell, while taking your mask off and slipping into his room.

“Shit. Y/n Im so sorry. It totally slipped my mind.”

“I reminded you twice today at school.”

“I know and I’m sorry, I’ve just had a lot on my mind,” Miles explains while walking over to his bed and sitting.

“Like what? What were you doing that made you completely forget about me?” You ask, annoyed.

“I didn’t realize I had to tell you everything about my life now.”

“Miles. What where you doing?”

“..Drawing,” he says sheepishly, like he knows he’s been caught.

You decide not to respond, instead walking over to his notebook he had been working on and picking it up.

“Hey! Wait-“ He gets up and yells as he tries to get the book from you, but you interrupt him by putting a hand up.

Your heart drops into your stomach at the drawings inside. It’s all Gwen. You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry that I’m not her.”

“This isn’t about Gwen, y/n.”

“Of course it’s about Gwen! Everything with you is about Gwen. You’re so goddamn obsessed with her that you can’t even spare me a text to tell me you’re blowing me off!”

“That’s not true! I swear, I just forgot. This has nothing to do with her. I was just-“

“Oh yeah, I remember now. You forgot because you were too busy drawing Gwen! God, she’s even all you draw,” you flip to another page of his notebook “Gwen,” another page, “Gwen.” More pages, “Gwen, Gwen, you and Gwen, Gwen, Gwen!” You yell flipping through the pages before giving up and shutting the book.

“What about me?” You ask, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you cared about being drawn so much,” Miles scoffs.

“Miles this isn’t about the drawings!” You shout.

“Then what is it about?!”

“It’s because-“ you cut yourself off. ‘It’s because I like you. Like-like you and you’re obsessed with Gwen the way I wish you were obsessed with me,’ is what you wish you could say.

Instead you look at him. He looks back, like he’s waiting for you to say something. Like he knows what you’re thinking and is just waiting for you to say it.

You sigh and put your mask back on while walking towards the window, “You’re right Miles. I’ll try not to care so much anymore.”

Slipping out the window and swinging away, you faintly hear Miles calling out to you, but you didn’t feel like talking anymore. The lump in your throat felt like it was drowning you and the headache from the unshed-tears felt like it could kill you.

Another a/n: I love Gwen I swear please forgive me.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #angst #miles morales x y/n #this is so embarrassing #into the spider verse #laufey if you couldn’t tell #i was listening to #laufey #if you couldn’t tell

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Anomaly

Description: You’re doing your usual thing running around saving people, being the friendly neighbourhood Spider that people expect you to be. When you stumble across a goblin that is definitely not from your world. Characters: Gwen Stacy, Y/N , Your Aunt (A/N)

It was another day for you as you swung around, everybody down below yelling out waving at you as you slipped pass them. You stopped suddenly at a water tower and crouched down ready to eat the lunch you had pre packed yourself and stuck to the water tower once you returned from chasing down some bad guys who decided to rob a bank in broad daylight. You had to give it to them for attempting to do that knowing full well you would show up and take them down as you always did.

You sat down on the edge of the water tower legs daggling, with your mask half up as you took a big bite of your sandwich. You watched the kids in the street below playing soccer in the middle of the road baron and empty, the train went by your head as you took in the familiar sounds smiling to yourself. What wasn’t familiar to you though was a loud beeping going off next to you. Springing into action you leapt from the water tower with your back pack and sandwich still in hand taking another bite. A green man wearing a suit on a hovering machine was in front of you cackling as he prepared to throw another bomb.

Taking one more bite of your sandwich you pulled your mask down, threw your bag to the closest wall again sticking it as you dodged another one of those bombs. Your Spidey sense ringing as it missed you but started to fall below to the children who had now stopped playing their game and were looking up towards you and this masked man in front of you.

Your web flew down catching the bomb, using your momentum you threw it back towards the goblin who hit it up towards the sky another eruption going off.

“Look I don’t know who you are and I’ve got to say I wasn’t expecting to see this today, but I have to get back to my studies and I really don’t have time for this today” You said as stood tall on the water tower, or what was left of it.

“Where am I?!” He screamed at you, you were taken back by what he said.

“What do you mean? This is New York?” You said shooting him confused looks under your own mask.

“This looks nothing like New York, is this a joke?” He said, with a step on his glider he took off towards you, spikes coming out of his glider at the front, you leaped up once again avoiding his glider, you shot a web between his legs sticking as he dragged you behind.

“That was a much better idea in my head” You said, he flew over a flock of pigeons and you already knew what was coming.

“Oh no” Sure enough the pigeons all stuck themselves to you, one landing promptly on top of your head leaving a nasty surprise for you later which you watched drip down your spider eyes.

“Ugh gross” You said throwing the rest of it off. You shot another web and pulled yourself closer to the man hitting his back and knocking him off his glider. Before he managed to hit the ground you shot another web saving him in the process and then landing next to him.

“Stop please don’t hurt me” He said cowering in the corner, his demeanour changed, no longer did he have that evil aura about him. You crouched down next to him gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Woah hey sorry about that, look you were trying to kill me so my Spidey fight or flight mode switched. Let me help you what’s your name?”

“Norman Osborne” He said looking at you with fair stricken in his eyes.

“Norman Osborne, the billionaire scientist?” You said, he nodded his head agreeing. You let go of the mans shoulder and stood up facing out of the alley you guys had landed in.

“Norman’s been dead now for 5 years, there’s no way this mans…” before you could finish your sentence you felt a sharp pain between your ribs and strong arm wrapped around your neck.

“You’re just as weak as the other Spider-Man I’ve fought” Other Spider-Man? This man had experience, so he must be from another dimension your eyes go wide. You grabbed his hand wrapped around your neck and threw him over your shoulder down the alley, he went to grab his glider a few feet away, you tried stopping him and shot your web but your vision became hazy. You looked back down at your side and saw a knife sitting out of it.

“that’s not supposed to be there” You said, you knelt down to the ground feeling weaker every second, before you passed out though you saw a figure land in front of you, and all you could think of was teal ballet shoes.

You began to gain consciousness once again. You were no longer in the alley but in a strange room you had never seen before, you sat up slowly taking in your surroundings. You were bare from the neck down noticing your mask was still on but the rest of your clothes had been taken off. As you started recollecting your memories you remembered the guy in the alley and went to stand up only to take a fall.

“woah there soldier stand down” Came a soft sweet voice, you looked up and saw the same ballet shows you saw before you passed out completely.

“It was you” You said gesturing to her shoes, she lift her legs gently staring at her shoes with a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know what that means but yes here I am” You sat up on the ground wincing and holding your side, you looked up at your saviour only to see a spider-woman? Her white suit looked amazing you had 50 million questions coming through. Before you could ask any of them your stomach grumbled and you remembered you only had a quarter of a sandwich before that guy came over at attacked you.

She giggled a little and you knew you wanted to hear that sound again. She handed you your bag which had the other sandwiches and you began to scarf them down.

“Nsh to bef rufe buf whf are yof” She looked at you and you could imagine a confused look under the mask, you swallowed down your food, took a massive chug of water and looked back at her.

“Sorry, what I mean to say was do I get a name for the person who saved me?” You asked standing up gently, winching again at the throb that was coming from your side.

“Ahhhhh my name is Ghost Spider, but I guess you can call me Gwen” She took off her hood and you were not expecting her to look anything like that under her hood.

“Gwen, hey, I’m y/n” You took off your mask and watched her face look shocked, she tried to compose herself quickly but it was too late you had noticed.

“Okay well since your much better now, I have to go and catch this guy” She put her mask back on and flew out the window thwhipping away. You ran towards the window about to run after her but looking back down at your ribs you noticed your super healing hadn’t kicked in just yet.

You made your way back home on foot, as it hurt to use any of your limbs. You slid up to your apartment and were greeted with your Aunt.

“Where have you been!?” She yelled as you walked in the door. You gave her a sorry look and walked over to her.

“Sorry A/N I got held up doing some Spider stuff” You said throwing your back pack on the couch and sitting down, another twang of pain going through your body, you lift up your shirt and she gasped.

“Quick to my lab” You ran towards her lab she had stashed in your apartment, one thing you loved about your Aunt apart from the fact that she knew and was so supportive of the Spider-Man stuff was that she was an expert in the health department, which she tried teaching you so you could pick up her mantle. As soon as you entered the lab she pushed you onto the bed and go to work.

“This isn’t good Y/N” She said as she looked at the wound, your body not healing was the biggest red flag for her.

“Okay I’m going to get some of the Spidey serum we have at the moment, hopefully that will multiply your Spidey cells and kick them into over drive to work and start healing you” You nodded as she ran over to her makeshift fridge and pulled out a serum that was a mixture of blue and red. She walked over to you, with the serum in a needle ready to inject.

“This is highly experimental I don’t exactly know what’s going to happen” You nodded at her.

“I have full faith in you A/N” You said grabbing her hand, you laid flat on the bed, she grabbed the needle and plunged it into your arm. As soon as she injected it you began screaming.

“I am so sorry Y/N it should be over soon” As soon as the vial was done she pulled out the needle and took a couple of steps back. The wound on your side healed almost instantly but you were still crying out in pain. Your senses were overloaded, your body convulsing. Until all of a sudden it came to a complete stop and you just laid there motionless.

Your Aunt ran up to your bedside and saw that you were conscious and attentive but was just laying on the bed breathing heavily.

“Gwen’s in trouble” You said as you quickly got off the bed, grabbed another signature Spidey suit and headed out the closest window you could find. As you shot your web out you thanked your Aunt.

“I am so sorry for leaving so quickly but a friend of mine is in trouble…” She kissed your forehead and you swung away.

As you felt the cold air brush against your skin you noticed all your senses were kicked into hyperdrive, you knew exactly where Gwen was and what was happening, long story short she was losing to the Goblin. As you began swing you felt your arms were a bit bigger, you leaped from a tall building and felt your strength much stronger than what it was before. Carrying you a couple more blocks than usual.

“Whatever that stuff was that A/N gave me I feel much stronger, I don’t know what the side effects are but I don’t care I need to save Gwen”

You came up to the docks and heard bombs going off left right and centre, you swung down to the roof trying to keep the element of surprise and saw Gwen shoved against a wall, her mask was half burned off, her body was sliced, battered and bruised. She looked so tired and out of breath. Without even thinking you swung down and kicked goblin off his glider which caused him to drop Gwen. As she dropped you shot out your web catching her hang and springing her back up to you catching her in your arms.

“Sorry I’m late” You said getting her to safety.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” She said looking at you.

“I am here to help since you helped me and I could hear where all the fighting was coming from” You said placing her down on the ground, you heard Goblin’s glider start up again and decided to take care of him.

She grabbed your hand before you could take off and pulled you back towards her.

“Be careful please, I can’t lose you again” She said sadness evident in her voice, you looked confused under your mask but gave her a thumbs up as you swung back down.

“Hey Goblin, lets finish off what we started” You yelled out trying to get his attention. His evil maniacal laugh came from the shadows.

“Poor little Spider caught in a web I set” His glider came out from the corner of your eye towards you with no Goblin, you jumped dodging it and shooting a web into one of the shadows. The laugh game again.

“You are all so weak, too busy caring about people and your feelings” You hear him spit out those words with venom etched in his voice.

“Everyone has a weakness Goblin, yours is that ego you have thinking your stronger than everyone because you care about no one” You said shooting your web towards another shadow, once again coming up empty handed.

He laughed once again and you closed your eyes, taking in your surroundings using only our Spidey-Sense to guide you through this fight, the glider started up again and you heard him jump on top of it. Before he could prepare his next attack you had shot your web at him on his glider, pulled yourself towards him and hit him hard. He fell off his glider and slid backwards a few feet. You webbed him up enough that he wouldn’t be able to break out of it, grabbed his glider and split it in half.

“You won’t be hurting anyone else any time soon” You said to him, you saw an orange bracelet out of the corner of your eye, you shot your web towards it and pulled it closer to yourself.

“Gwen are you okay!? Can you hear me?” You ignored the voice but made your way to Gwen who was still in the same position you left her. You sat down next to her an she let out the biggest sigh of relief when she saw you.

“This is yours by the way, I’m not too sure what it is or who it is but they really want to talk to you” You said handing her the bracelet, as you did a face appeared and they looked relief.

“Jess sorry about that he was a bit more than I could handle and he took my watch”

“That’s okay I’m just happy to see that you’re okay”

They spoke for a bit longer but you tuned them out finally taking in the day you had. You could guess from the watch who she was talking to, there’s more of you out there you thought. You smiled and stood up, Gwen watched you intently and you picked her up again.

She pushed shoved your chin causing you to drop her, you looked at her like she grew a second head. Her face was red as she stood up herself.

“I don’t need you to carry me” She said placing her hood over her face, you rolled your eyes.

“I just saved you?” She poked her tongue out at you and started to thwip away.

You followed suite catching up to her.

“Come over to my apartment” You said swinging next to her. She shot you with a web. Causing you to lose your balance and fall. You managed to get a hold of what you were doing and caught back up to her.

“Not like that! My Aunt is big on health stuff she might be able to help with your wounds and that!” You said giving her a look.

“Fine but only because his glider had some weird stuff in it and I’m not healing as quickly as I would normally”

You nodded and took the lead towards your apartment, once you arrived your Aunt was in the kitchen preparing dinner. You slid through the window into the lounge room, Gwen looked at you like you grew a second head yourself and you walked right up to your Aunt and gave her a hug.

“I’m back from saving my friend” You said grabbing some bread from the counter, your Aunt slapped your hand and you skulked away. Gwen made her way into the apartment giving you a confused look.

“She knows about me, its cool, she’s helped me out so many times” You said grabbing the same bread but with your web.

“Hey Honey! You look a bit beat up lets see what we can do for you” Your aunt said grabbing Gwen’s hand and heading towards the Lab.

“Although your wound isn’t as severe as Y/N’s this should help out slightly with the toxins in your body” She gave Gwen a drink, it looked a lot less intense from the one you had. Gwen drank the contents of the vial and immediately her wounds began to heal.

“Thanks’ A/N” She said with the biggest smile on her face, her face was immediately replaced by sorrow. Your Aunt looked at her.

“I’m assuming you already knew me before our little encounter today” Gwen nodded her head.

“In my world where I’m from we were very close” Gwen said looking at your Aunt. At this point you had headed towards the Lab to see what was taking them so long and didn’t expect these turn of events.

“I lost both of you to a freak accident, it was Prom, we were going, you were our chaperone, me and Y/N were going together” She blushed as she mentioned this, you were still hanging back wanting to leave so you didn’t over step your boundaries but you needed to hear this story. You folded your arms leaning against the wall with your eyes closed.

“One of my other friends Peter had been bullied his whole life, create a serum that turned him into a lizard to get back at the bullies. He went to attack them, and I had to go into full Spider mode. I didn’t know it was him but I stopped him, as soon as the commotion was over the roof had collapsed and it trapped us all in it. Peter didn’t make it, I went searching for you both in the rubble and saw that you both were under the rubble, no movement no nothing. My Father is the captain of the police force and tried to arrest me, ever since then I’ve just been hurting and now you’re both here” But you’re not, you’re completely different people from the people she knows. You pushed yourself off the wall and headed into the lab watching your Aunt and Gwen stand there both.

Your Aunt pulled her into a hug seeing the hurt she had been carrying all this time, you stayed back not wanting to interfere again because once again this girl you had just met this morning and she had a whole history with you.

While they were hugging a portal opened up next to her, out come Jessica Drew, the lovely lady you heard on the other end of the watch.

“Mission successful, I just snagged the Goblin from the port thanks to Hobie’s help.” Gwen looked surprised to see Jessica.

“What are you doing here!?” She asked confused, Jessica smiled and threw something towards you.

“We can always use more Talent” She said, with a smirk. “Miguel was impressed with your work and wants you to join, I wouldn’t say no by the way it’s a little hard to convince him to get people to join” As she said that a face appeared in her watch.

“No it isn’t , I took no convincing to let Y/N join, the clearly had the skills…” As Miguel kept going on about his decision Jessica disappeared into her portal and it closed.

You looked confused but Gwen held her arm up towards you and smiled. You looked towards your Aunt who rolled her eyes and pushed you towards Gwen, Gwen opened a portal and held her hand towards you.

“Y/N, You got a minute” You grabbed onto it and she pulled you through the portal.

#gwen stacy x reader #across the spiderverse #spider gwen #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #oneshots

[psychoc1ty]

・❥・”can you kill that??”

summary: you’re afraid of spiders. you call johnny to come kill it.

warnings: a little bit of swearing

req: anon

a/n: meant to get this in like a week ago but completely forgot so i’m so sorry to the lovely anon who requested. this is so short so i’m hoping that’s okay 💔

wc: 440 words

you were exhausted. you flopped onto the couch as soon you got home. you felt like you were about to fall asleep from how comfy you were. that was until you heard a voice.

“hey honey, you awake?” it was your boyfriend, johnny. he pretty much scared you, “oh my god, johnny. you scared me!” he let out a chuckle and rubbed your back, “my bad, doll.”

you rubbed your eyes, and sat up. johnny sat down beside you and let his hand caress your thigh, “so how was work today?” you laid on his shoulder, “it was okay. i feel like i’m about to fall asleep though.”

johnny looked at you, “didn’t you have coffee this morning? i thought you’d be more active.” you shrugged, “i was in a rush.” he shook his head in understanding. he laughed when he looked at you again, “my god, baby. you look so tired!”

you did feel like you were about to pass out, “mhmm…” johnny threw his head up, then he got up, “okay. come to the kitchen with me. i’m making you some coffee.” you held his hand and went with him.

you sat on the counter as he started your coffee maker. you swung your legs as you waited, until you looked at the ground. you saw a spider just roaming around your kitchen, “oh my fucking god.” johnny looked at you, “what, hon?”

you shuddered, “look at the ground.” he took a look, and saw the spider. he sighed, “shit.” johnny paused your coffee maker and went over to you. you held his shoulders, “can you kill that?? please??” he could tell in your voice that you were scared, “of course i can, baby.”

johnny went behind you to grab a paper tower and as he did so, he squeezed your thigh. he then went to the bottom cabinet and got the bug spray.

“just stay tight for me, doll. okay?” you nodded in response. johnny sprayed the spider and did it multiple times in order for the spider to die. he did get pissed a few times because he knew you were afraid of them, and you both wanted it gone quick.

few seconds flew by, and it was dead. johnny picked the dead spider up and threw it away. you let out a deep sigh, "thank god. thank you so much." he went to you and held your thighs, "anything for my sweet girl." you went down to kiss him.

he kissed you back. he shot a smile at you, "do you still want your coffee?" you cupped his face and smiled back, "yes i do."

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader

[whump-place]

Melkien and Yahani.

. . .

Another story! :)

Honestly I don't think I can post this regularly, but I really wanted to write something with this plot so I'll do my best :)

. . .

Content: villain whumpee, hero whumper, abuse of power, multiple whumpers, stockholm syndrome, mention of past sexual abuse.

1-Routine.

Villain stands up. Again.

Couldn't they just stop for a day? Take a rest, maybe?

A swift kick to his ribs made him fall to the ground and his mind go blank for a second.

Of course they can't. They are having so much fun.

"Oh~ Crying so soon?"

Ah. Hero was there too.

A small smile forms in Villain's face. Hero was there, that was good.

The small relief he felt was taken away when one of the other heroes stomped her boot on his stomach. The air abandoned his lungs for what felt like an eternity.

.

The morning beating had become a routine, not that Villain ever got used to it, but at least now he knew what to expect. It never got easy, though, the pain was always the same, the humiliation, even the starvation were now part of his routine, but it never got easy.

It has been a long time since Villain last tried to defend himself from the heroes so all that brutality wasn't necessary to make him obey, the moment he got to their hands he knew full well that the only thing he could do was pray that he wasn't killed right away.

He knew that what he did was bad, and he had accepted his fate, ready to spend the rest of his days in a cell. What Villain wasn't ready for was for the heroes to keep him for themselves.

"W-where are you taking me?! Hey! This isn't-!"

"Of course this isn't the prison. After all you did, did you really thought I was going to let you rot in a prison cell? I have better things planned for you."

The memories were blurry, something that Villain was eternally grateful for. He didn't want to think about what happened that night, he would rather have his mind erased, to be dead, but Superhero would never allow him such mercy.

No, now in his cell the only mercy he ever got was from Hero.

.

After the heroes left, Villain went to the half bathroom in the corner of his cell to wash his face and get dressed.

The small aid kit that the heroes bestowed monthly was one of the few mercies he got for good behavior a few months ago; when some heroes had broken his ribs and his nose, they almost took out his eye too but he was lucky enough to just get a scar, that day Superhero allowed him to have one.

Villain sighed, and decided that a band aid was enough for today, he wasn't that bad and he couldn't afford wasting any painkillers just because a broken rib. No, he had to save those for really bad days.

"001, open now"

A voice called from outside the cell's door and Villain hurried to open.

"You are late, again." Villain nodded, his head bowed. Guard sighed, handing him his tasks for today.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, whatever. I have some painkillers in my locker, you can have them after lunch."

Villain nodded once again, grateful that he was offered some painkillers that wouldn't cost him days of starvation. He just had to make it to midday and he would get them!

"Well, well. What's this?"

Hero's voice startled both Villain and Guard. When did he even got there?!

And just like that, Hero grabbed Guard's shoulder and got closer in a half hug, his wide smile showing all his teeth.

"What are you two doing?" Hero purred on Guard's ear. Oh, no.

"I-i was just-"

"Mind your own business, Hero." Guard didn't wait another second to push Hero's hand off his shoulder like it was a spider or some other poisonous animal.

Villain yelped. The last time Hero and Guard started something things didn't end well for anyone, and less for Villain who had to clean all the mess.

Villain took a step closer, trying to make Hero pay attention to himself instead of Guard.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was just about to read the list of my tasks for today, sir."

He tried. Maybe Hero was in a good mood and that would be enough. He hoped that would be enough.

"Is that so?" Hero's smile shows nothing but kindness, but his voice sends chills down Villain's spine.

"Then why are you lazing around, mhm? Is that what you call 'be useful'? Because if that's so then I can ask Superhero-"

"No!"

A slap made Villain come back to his senses and cover his mouth. He didn't just yell at Hero..., right?

"I-I'm..." Another slap. This time harder than the first one.

He didn't need another word to understand. He snapped his mouth shut, allowing Hero to pull his hair and drag him to another place.

The last Villain could see was Guard's frown. They both knew this wouldn't end well for Villain.

Villain allowed himself to cry once he was out of Guard's sight. Hero must have noticed because his smile grew wider.

"You are going right to Superhero. Let's see if you keep talking to your superiors like that, you fucking waste of space."

#whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #villain whumpee #hero whumper #hero #villain #superhero

[moonchild-in-blue]

The Mist (Sleep Token)

So this is the aftermath of this very cool post by @reveries-of-my-mind. I was supposed to get it done weeks ago, but alas. It is here now I suppose.

Basically is Vessel as a kid (he's adorable here 🥺), wandering around in the woods, and encountering a Magical Clearing with a Strange Mist. Slightly different from my original idea, but it's actually kinda cute?? This was supposed to be much shorter, but once I start writing, it's hard to stop lol. 2k is not too bad though, right?

Anyways, here it is. I hope you like it Kay 🍄 (Also I used your picture for the divider, hope you don't mind!) 🌿🌹

The Mist had been with him ever since he could remember. As Vessel looked over his window, morning coffee in hand, a thin layer of fog covered his garden, speckled with red flowers.

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It was a Saturday morning like any other. The sun peeked shyly behind grey clouds, extending its warm fingers to the earth bellow, still wet from the earlier rain.

His grandparents’ garden overlooked the great forest behind, lush trees and a sparkling creek impassively waiting behind the white fence. For any eight-year-old boy in the midst of summer holidays, with no friends around and plenty of time to kill, the woods were the perfect playground.

Everyday he would venture into the forest. He knew each and every rock and bush that formed the path to the stream. He knew which berries were the sweetest; which tree provided better shade. His grandfather had taught him to recognize the different singing birds and where they nested – under his bed, a shoebox containing his growing collection of nature findings was filled with all types of feathers, carefully catalogued in a piece of crinkled paper.

Today, he had decided to be a little braver. He would go on an adventure. With a very nice stick in hand, and a backpack full of sandwiches, two tangerines, and a water bottle - lovingly provided by his grandmother - the blonde boy ventured further into the woods.

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After a little while of walking, his first sandwich long gone, the boy reached a tunnel encrusted on the base of a ridge, no bigger than his little frame, completely dark aside from a very faint light coming from the opposite entrance. It seated inconspicuously behind a curtain of leaves and vines, barely visible to anyone not paying attention.

But to the adventurous boy, nothing escaped his sight. His little blue eyes twinkled with excitement. Finally, something new. He adjusted his backpack straps, took a deep breath, and crawled his way through the hole.

With scrapped knees and spider webs clinging to his hair and clothes, the boy stood in an unfamiliar clearing, tall and quite proud of himself for making it through the dark, scary tunnel.

The first thing he noticed was the silence. Usually the woods were brimming with life, the sounds of birds, shuffling creatures, and buzzing insects, serving as companions to his lone hummings. But here, on the other side of the mysterious passage, the sound seemed to deafen to a low whisper, almost as if the ground itself was vibrating. As if the trees were talking amongst themselves.

Then, there was the mist.

The clearing was a small, rounded meadow, carpeted with soft grass and a shallow brook, towering trees adorning the edges. A gentle shadow, cast by the leafy canopies, draped the enclosure in green light. And hovering over the grass, swirling in intricate, delicate patterns, was a fine layer of white mist.

Whenever a sun beam pierced the strange fog, the mist parted like tiny crystal prisms, painting the glade with translucent rainbows. The boy was elated – he had never seen or imagined something so extraordinary, not even in his wildest dreams. And this place, this enchanted forest, was all his!

The boy suddenly felt very important. He knew this place was special, and it had must be protected, like a closely guarded secret. His little heart thumped with excitement and wonder, sparkling blue eyes drinking in his surroundings. As he walked further inside the clearing, the boy noticed how the mist seemed to halt its movements, as if it could feel his presence.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’m an explorer! See?”

He brandished his stick in the air, proving his harmlessness to the Mist.

“Can I seat here?” he asked, pointing to the soft grass bellow. The Mist seemed to respond, swirling ever-so-slightly around his pale ankles.

Satisfied with this reply, the boy slumped down on the ground, glad to be able to rest after what if felt like hours walking. He took off his shoes and socks, and laid back on the grass, singing contently to himself. What an amazing discovery! I should keep this in my notebook.

From the dirty backpack, he produced a colourful sketchpad and a pencil case, along with his water-bottle and snacks. The pad was halfway filled with a myriad of drawings: several birds and leaves, his grandparent’s yard, countless types of mushrooms and insects, and even some strange-looking forest gnomes, no doubt inspired by the bedtime stories his grandfather would read him. Anything he would come across during his adventures was recorded in his notebook, and this mysterious place, this important secret of his, deserved several pages dedicated to it.

After a few hours of drawing the clearing and the swirling fog, and when the last of his food had been consumed, the boy knew it was time to go home. Before leaving, he chose some of the prettiest pebbles he gathered from the brook and made a neat little pile in the place he had been seated earlier, as a thank you to the mist for showing him such a wonderful place.

“Goodbye trees! Goodbye Mist! I’ll come back tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this place – I’m very good at keeping secrets you know?” he waved his little arms farewell, hoping somehow the forest would hear him.

The Mist twirled over his little rock offering, and the boy left with a grin, very pleased with himself for being able to talk with the magic fog.

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When he stood in front of the dark tunnel the next day, his stomach felt funny with dread. What if the misty clearing was no longer there? What if it was all his imagination? No, it was there! It’s all here on my notebook. Once again he took a deep breath, adjusted his backpack, and crossed the dark passage to the secluded meadow.

And there it was – the strange vapour, the leafy canopies, the soft grass. Just as he had left it. He could hardly contain his excitement, blonde hair bouncing up and down as he skipped over to his pile of rocks. Curiously enough, a single flower bloomed next to it, five deep-red petals sprouting beautifully, filling the air with an intoxicatingly sweet scent. It was the only form of vegetation in the whole clearing, aside from the giant trees and verdant grass.

(Later that night the boy would show his drawing of it to his grandfather, and be met with half disappointment, half curiosity, by learning that the flower had no name, nor had it been sighted anywhere else before.)

He spent the day much like before: drawing, playing in the brook, napping under the giant canopies and the feather-light touches of the dancing cloud. At last, the time to leave had come, and just like the previous day, he left a little offering with sticks for the Mist, this time near the entrance to the tunnel.

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And so the boy spent his summer. Everyday he would come to the clearing, no longer afraid of the once scary tunnel, and find a new crimson bloom near his offerings. He had learned that the Mist was somewhat sentient – the low rumble he had once thought to be the trees talking seemed to come from the Mist itself. It was almost imperceptible at first, but his curious child ears had become attuned to the quiet murmur.

The boy also learned that the Mist liked to hear him sing. Whenever he started to hum to himself, the swirling intensified, as if dancing along to his music. He couldn’t quite make out what they all meant, but his twinkling blue eyes began to recognise some of the swirling patterns as a language of sorts.

The summer turned into months, into years. The once young child, with colourful sketchpads and scrapped knees, his little heart full of wonder and joy, became a teenager - lanky, brooding, and lonely. Instead of drawings and sticks, he now carried black notebooks, full of poetry, of musings, of songs. Every holiday, and whenever he had a long weekend, he would make the trip to his grandparents’ house and to his secret garden.

Throughout the years, the clearing had become his safe place, a haven from all the pain he had had to endure. He liked to lay back on the grass, as he had so many times before as a kid, and sing to his heart’s content, while the Mist happily twirled around him.

He was certain the Mist could talk, too. Whenever he closed his eyes, now dark blue with hurt, eager to sink into the warm ground beneath him, he could feel it whisper in his ear. Sometimes it was loud and clear as day, others it would be little more than a quiet purr. It wasn’t any language he could recognise, much like the queer symbols and patterns he had now memorized, nimbly scribbled on the margins of his notebooks.

But he heard it all the same.

The Mist knew him like anyone else. In the clearing, he had the freedom to be himself fully. The boy had shared every joy, every pain, every heartbreak with it. And in return, the Mist would grace him with feather-like touches, with new swirling patterns, with long naps and vivid dreams; with bouts of inspiration, whenever his music felt inadequate.

And with flowers. Always those strange flowers, red as blood, and oh so very fragrant.

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Time passed, and the boy was now a man.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was there. It had been years since he had last been in this clearing, real life catching up on him. He wasn’t even sure he would still be able to find it. The forest had considerably changed since the last time he had been there. The house in which he had once spent long summers in no longer existed.

It was silly, really. To seek comfort in what if felt like an imaginary friend. To run back to childhood safety once things had gone wrong.

Oh, and how they have gone wrong.

He stood there, expecting to see the crimson flowers and sparkling brook. To feel the soft grass beneath his feet once more. But the flowers were gone. The once gloriously green canopies loomed dry and brittle over him. All that remained were the little piles of rocks and sticks he had so carefully arranged many lifetimes ago. Gone was the lush grass and soft ground.

And gone was the Mist.

The man fell to his knees and wept. How did things get this way? How was he supposed to carry on living without a heart? Without her?

He sobbed himself to exhaustion, unconcerned about the impending night time, about his fate. Maybe it was for the best.

Oh child, we know that is not true. Why are you so distressed, my little one?

For the first time in years, the sweet fragrance of the red flowers enveloped him completely. His exposed skin prickled with emotion and fear – he had never heard the Mist this clearly before. Suddenly he was his teenage self again, longing to be embraced and understood by the one who knew him best.

“I’m truly alone now. And I don’t want to be. I’m tired.”

Oh, child.

The Mist chuckled, a low purr vibrating in the man’s chest. Their voice was unlike any other. It was wind, and water, and music combined. Somehow he knew to keep his eyes shut.

I can sense your pain. You don’t have to be alone anymore. I am here, am I not?

“I don’t even know if you are real. Maybe I have gone truly crazy. Clouds don’t talk.”

Humm. Such disbelief. I liked you better when you were young.

“What do you want from me?”

A rush of cold wind swept his blonde hair back. Every cell in his body was screaming to get away, and yet he was unable to move.

I can take your pain away. I can stay with you, make everything better. Would you like that?

“I… Who are you?”

Humm. Another chuckle.

You can call me Sleep.

#oh look at her being whimsical again lol #little vessel is very cute to me okay? #can you tell i so very desperately wanted to expand that ending? had to censor myself - this was NOT supposed to be long #ignore the use of the word adventure like 3 times in a row. i cant be bothered to edit further #sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #darya is unhinged

[bananapapers]

Security In Slumber

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐗 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

WARNINGS - fluff, so much fluff, Hobie being a lovesick prick, Hobie (he needs a warning), poor writing, none really, aside from fluff, no physical descriptors, a lot of use of “they/them” pronouns

Summary: After a long day of dealing with Miguel and the patriarchy, what better way to unwind and relax than in the arms of his favorite person?

w/c: Roughly .7k

A/N: FIRST FIC WHOOP WHOOP, not beta’ed - we die like men. Hobie may be OOC but I just personally head canon him as a really caring and affectionate s/o, but enjoy! ]

It was 2AM when Hobie finally got home. Miguel had talked endlessly today about “saving the multiverse” and catching anomalies. It got quite boring after a while, listening to his endless ramblings, not that Hobie ever truly listened to him though, just enough to catch the gist of the missions.

Hobie had always felt bad leaving his love to their own devices for so long, they were the only one who knew his secret identity, and knew what he went through on a daily basis. Truly, they were the only person who supported him. Mind, body, and soul. To him, even though he doesn't believe in labels, they were His, entirely. So he hated leaving them alone for large periods of time, and most of that time with no contact. It killed him not being able to contact them or touch them or anything, but focus and saving things and whatnot. Though, he did love the sight he came back to. It was normally all the same.. curled up under a couple blankets, on his side of the bed, clutching his pillow and breathing in his scent like it kept them grounded to this earth whilst streams of light pollution illuminated their face softly, highlighting all their best features in the dead of the night.  Yeah. He liked that sight. 

His least favorite part was accidently waking them up, as much as he loved their sleepy, pouty face looking up at him, it made him feel awful for waking them up. Just like right now. 

The floorboard just before the closet betrayed him and let out a loud ‘skreeat’, alerting them to his presence. He winced, glancing back to luckily see their face scrunch up, shuffling around under the covers before they settled back down. He breathed out a sigh of relief, quickly moving to shed his gear and spidey-suit and changing into a pair of comfortable sweats (which they had kindly bought him) and an old ripped up band-tee turned sleeveless top that showcased his sides. 

Once changed he slowly but surely, making sure to avoid the loud floorboards and making his way towards their sleeping figure. Determined to not disturb their slumber anymore than he already had.

The bed dipped behind them as he slowly lowered himself to lay flush to their backside, he shuffled under the covers and his arm snaked around their waist. He pulled them as close to his front as he could so he could stuff his face into the junction of their neck from behind and inhale their scent. As soon as they were physically touching him, all his troubles melted away. He suddenly forgot all the tireless ramblings of Miguel and all of the draining fights with anomalies. All that mattered was right now. They were close to him, finally. He’s allowed to relax after a long day of ‘spider-man business’ and just be Their Lover. 

“Welcome Home, Hobie,” Their voice filtered through the multiple blankets and sheets piled around you both. Hobie froze before lifting his head up to look at your face, “Love?.. You’re awake..?” He asked softly, trying to test if it was just his head playing a trick on him or if they were indeed welcoming him home. They hummed, “I’ve been awake since you stepped on that floorboard, figured I wouldn't interrupt you though,” they mumbled back, shuffling so that their front met his, turning to cuddle into his chest. “Missed you lots today, Hobs..” Their hands grasping at the front of his shirt, holding onto Hobie like a lifeline. “Hmm.. I missed you too, love. A Lot actually, Miguel didn't have an off button today..” His rich voice replied, his hands coming up to thread through their hair, rubbing the base of their skull softly. “I can imagine, go to sleep, Hobs, we can talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” they said softly against his chest, their face snuggled right into his shoulder like it was their most favorite place in the world (because it was). 

“Sounds good, love,” he replied, his hands lowering to rest on their lower back as both their breaths evened out. His love was right, all of that nonsense could wait til morning. He had the world in his hands right now, and he wanted to enjoy his time with them to the max. His nose nuzzled their temple and he let out a deep breath, slipping into slumber with his most prized possession laying right beside him. Everything was okay now, because he had his love with him.

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a/n: this was written at 4am with no sleep :)

#hobie x y/n #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x gn reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #gn reader #gender nuetral reader #across the spiderverse #hobert brown #atsv spiderpunk #spiderpunk x reader

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Daddy’s little girl: Dad Thranduil x teen (turned into baby) daughter reader.

Age: 15 turned into a baby (in human years) Legolas and Tauriel has convinced reader Chan to go with the patrol against Thranduil’s wishes.

Warning: discipline Spanking, fluff, cute baby reader, this is platonic.

Translations:

Ada: Dad/Daddy/Papa

Adar: Father

Muindor: big brother.

Your POV:

I wish I’ve listened to Ada when he said “You’re not ready to be in the patrol and you’re too young.” By the Valar why was he always right?

I can already hear him scolding me, giving me a lecture on the dangers of the forest, make me write an essay on the dangers of leaving the palace and possibly have me over his knee then heat up my backside like he did when I accidentally broke that vase when I was little.

And why did I went along with Legolas’s and Tauriel’s dumb plan on sneaking out while Ada was at a meeting?

Flashback:

I was practicing archery with my big brother Legolas and the captain of the guards Tauriel when Meludir came “My Prince! captain! there is a spider’s nest dangerously close to the palace.” He said frantically “We will leave immediately.” Tauriel said “This will be a great opportunity to see how you’re improving Y/N.” Muindor said getting his horse “But Dad said I’m not old enough to go on patrol! And he’s expecting me in the palace by sunset.” I said following him to the stables where he, Tauriel and the rest of the patrol saddle their horses “It’s only going to take an hour. He won’t be out of today’s meeting in two hours, that gives us time to get back before he knows you’re gone.” Tauriel said “I don’t like where this is going but I suppose it won’t be too bad.” I said as Legolas helped me onto his horse and climbs on behind me.

Present time:

I gulped in terror as I’m face to face with the giant spiders that have been plaguing Mirkwood for the very first time in my life.

By Yavanna they were gigantic and looked hungry.

I fearfully held my bow up to shoot them from the tree branch I was standing on but I was so paralyzed with fear I kept missing.

No one’s POV

You managed to get one of the spiders but when you hit it the giant arachnid got angry and began slamming its head on the tree stump making you lose your balance and start to fall but you managed to hang onto the tree branch for dear life but another spider crawled from the tree top and snapped the branch with its pinchers causing you to fall, Scrape your knee, wrist and ankle, cut your thigh on some bark, cut your left cheek and the side of your head, hit your eye on the spiders knee and land infront of the spider you shoot with your arrow in its rump making you whimper.

You fearfully tried to shoot it but when you fell you sprained your other arm and it was painful raising it “Y/N!” Your older brother yelled fearfully while fighting off an ambush of spiders “There’s too many of them Legolas.” Tauriel screamed in fear “This was a very stupid idea. Father would kill us if we went home without Y/N.” Legolas said fearfully until a very familiar voice spoke “And you better have an explanation on why she’s out here in the first place.” Said the voice when an arrow flew past him and into the spiders head followed by another thus killing it.

Looking to where the voice and arrow came from, you felt relief and dread when you saw your father on his elk and some soldiers with him.

They finished off the spiders and you can tell your father was furious when he’s calm “Father listen. We can explain.” Your brother said but Thranduil ran towards you instead “Y/N are you alright?” He asked gently kneeling to your shaking figure “No.” you answered honestly as he gently helped you up but you yelped in pain from your sprained arm and throbbing cuts making him gently pick you up like he did when you were little and you curled into him in pain “We will discuss punishment when we get home.” He said walking past Tauriel and your brother whom both looked guilty “Yes father/my lord.” They said.

Legolas was about to take you from Thranduil but he held you away “She’s riding with me.” He said as the giant elk kneeled down allowing your father to put you down on the bridal and him to get on behind you easily “Legolas! Tauriel! You two better explain yourselves.” Your father said taking the reins with his arms around your waist so you won’t fall “Well you see father we thought it would be a perfect opportunity to see Y/N’s improvement because we thought the nest was small and we kinda manipulated her into coming.” Legolas said cowering under your father’s glare “But we were wrong when we saw how big the nest was and Y/N ended up missing the spiders but the one she managed to shoot.” Tauriel said fearfully earning a glare from your father “Well you two are kinda not going to like the punishment I have in mind for you when we get to the palace.” He said “Y/N I can’t believe you went along with their plan.” He spoke in disappointment “ You know you’re not allowed in the forest unless we are going away.” He said “But I didn’t want to go into the forest, they said we would be back before your meeting finished.” You said earning betrayed looks from Legolas and Tauriel “Of all the irresponsible things you two have done.” He said as the palace is in view “This is we’re I draw the line. Not only did you throw yourselves and the patrol in danger but you also put Y/N in danger.” He said as your at the bridge.

After everyone is off their steeds your father has you in his arms and turns to Tauriel and Legolas “You two are to wait for me in my study while I deal with Y/N and her wounds.” He said walking to the healing ward with you in his arms.

Your POV:

Ada carried me like I was still a small elfling, It was so humiliating because there were servants and guards seeing me get treated like a toddler when I’m a teenager “I hope you’ve learned you’re lesson after all this my little one.” Dad said turning to the healing wing and entering.

When we entered he sat me on one of the healing beds so a healer can examine me “By the Valar what happened?” The healer asked as he got a bowl of water with a cloth and bandages while Dad explained what happened “Your lucky to still be alive your highness. You better take some guards with you next time.” The healer said gently dabbing the wet cloth over my cuts to clean them “There won’t be a next time. Because you are NEVER, EVER, going with the patrol again until you’re older. You’re also not allowed to go to training or anywhere without your personal guards.” Dad said as he placed me on his lap to hold my leg so the healer can take the small pebbles out of the gash on my thigh.

No one’s POV:

You’ve never felt so humiliated in your life when your father had you on his lap “She sprained her arm during the fight.” Your father said gently raising your arm causing you to whimper making him and the healer chuckle a bit “What am I going to do with you my little elfling?” He asked as the healer wrapped your arm, wrist, ankles, thigh, head, put a bandage over your black eye and a plaster on your cheek “She can’t use her arm for a month and she must not raise it.” The healer said “It’s also how long you are grounded.” Thranduil said simply and sternly with a firm look on his face.

After the cheek up your father carried you to your room, locked the door, sat on your bed, placed you over his knee and began pulling down your leggings and undergarments making you squeak “DAD, PLEASE. IS A SPANKING REALLY NECESSARY?” You asked holding your black tunic down to cover your exposed backside and front while squirming making the older elf sigh “You know fully well it is sweetling. And hold still.” He said lifting your tunic so he can begin making you whimper in terror “I’m only doing this because I love you Y/N. What you did today was foolish and dangerous. You could have been killed.” He said making guilt wash over you “So I am not going easy on you. I hope this will teach you a lesson.” He said swatting your backside making you winch in pain as his hand strike’s your slowly Redding bottom “You will never again run out of the palace boarders again Y/N?” He asked still striking your bottom making you yelp “Y/N?” He asked “NOOOOO.” You screamed with tears running down your face “And why won’t you?” He asked “Because it was dangerous and foolish, I’m not allowed to go with the patrol, I’m not ready and I could have been killed.” You said in one breath still sobbing and shaking “That’s right. Very good my child.” He said stopping and gathering your fragile body into his arms and began hugging your smaller frame “I’m really sorry Dad.” You sobbed into his chest while clutching to his robes while crying “I know. You are forgiven sweetling, but starting tomorrow you are not allowed outside of the palace for awhile.” He said making you nod as your sobs turned into whimpers and then hiccups making him smile ‘cute.’ He thinks to himself as you managed to calm down “Some maids are coming to bathe you my child.” He said getting up from your bed “Dinner will be ready soon but I will ask a maid to bring it up along with dessert! In the mean time your door will be locked.” He said walking out of the room and locking the door.

When you heard the clicking of the door locking you went to take that bath since you felt sweaty and uncomfortable.

At Thranduil’s study:

After Thranduil gave you your punishment he went to his study and was pleased to see Tauriel and Legolas there but hid it with a stern look “For putting Y/N and the patrol in danger your both tending to my elk in the stables for a month starting tomorrow.” He said “Your lucky my hand is sore from spanking Y/N.” He said making them snicker “So on the way I asked your old mentors to do the honors for tonight.” He said making the younger elves quiet as the door opens and in walks two elves about Thranduil’s age but they were a bit younger then the king “Come along you naughty elflings.” They said grabbing the two elves by the ears.

You fearfully stand in front of the maids whom gently helped you out of your training clothes and unwrapped your bandages.

You carefully got into the tub as they discarded the blood soaked bandages and threw your dirty clothes into the hamper by your bathroom door.

Two of the maids began to bathe you while another went to get your night clothes while another washed your hair and the last went to get fresh bandages from the healers.

After your bath the maids began dressing you in a silk nightgown, brushed your hair, braided it and then re wrapped your wombs.

The maids left your room as soon as they heard a knock meaning dinner was ready.

After you ate your vegetable soup with lembas bread on the side, a glass of water and a slice of apple pie you went to brush your teeth but you felt dizzy and decided to go to sleep.

Thranduil’s POV:

After I spanked Y/N I realized how much I missed having a baby in the palace and how much my little girl was growing up to fast for my liking.

I called Methrandir for a de aging potion that will turn My Y/N into an infant “Here you are Mellon Nin just put it in her food or drink and you’ll have a child again.” He said walking to the guest wing to settle in for the night while I went to the kitchen and spotted three of the maids taking trays of food one with Y/N’s name on a tag and the other two with Legolas’s and Tauriel’s names.

Smirking I pored the liquid in Y/N’s glass of water and went to the dining room to eat excited to have my little one back.

In the morning no one’s POV:

You slowly opened your eyes to see that something wasn’t right.

For starters everything looked bigger, your hands and legs were small and your bed looked oddly high.

You slowly crawled to the edge of your bed and saw that you were 10 feet off the ground but when you saw your reflection in your body mirror you nearly fell when you saw that you were a baby again.

You tried to speak but all that came out was cooing and gurgling,

Freaking out you tried standing up but your legs felt like jelly and you ended up falling off the bed over your now over grown nightgown.

Luckily there was a pillow so you had a soft landing but you hit your forehead on the bed board causing you to start crying “No! Dang it my inner child.” You said in your head.

As you cried in pain you heard your door unlocking and then burst open to reveal your father wielding his sword and brother wielding his bow with a notched arrow “Show yourselves Orcs.” Your brother said until his and your father’s eyes landed on you “Y/N is that you?” Legolas asked in shock but all that came from you was cooing and gurgling until your father scooped you up into his arms “The potion worked.” He said when Legolas spoke “What potion Adar?” He asked trying not to laugh “After I spanked Y/N I realized how much I miss having a baby. So I asked Methrandir to brew up a de aging potion that I put in Y/N’s water last night.” He said hugging you gently as to not crush you.

Legolas really couldn’t help but laugh at your predicament when Tauriel came into the room “I heard crying in here.” She said until Legolas spoke “Get a look at Y/N.” he said bringing her to see you.

When Tauriel saw you she saw that you no longer looked like a teenager but you were now a small infant being held by the king and she too bursted into laughter making you blush and hide yourself into your father’s chest making him stroke your hair but he turned to Tauriel and Legolas with a stern look “Don’t you two have chores this morning?” He asked making them stop laughing and sprinting out of the room to get ready for their chores as your father yelled “And I’ll be adding changing her diapers to your punishment.” He said as your personal maids came in but they stopped in surprise when they saw you being held by your father “I will be bathing her this morning but I need one of you to hold her.” he said walking to the bathroom “I’ll get her old baby clothes.” One of the maids said walking out of the room while the others followed your father into the bathroom.

After an awkward bath your dressed in a white shirt with a black sewn on corset, white leggings, white baby booties with ankle straps, your hair done in a side ponytail with a braid (think of Nahida’s hair) and a circlet with white flowers.

Thranduil proud of his work picked you up and walked down to the dining room for breakfast with the servants gushing over you but you curled up into your father’s blood red robes in embarrassment so people won’t see you making him chuckle “I know this is embarrassing my dear! But it’s apart of your punishment.” He said walking into the dining room and sitting next to Gandalf whom smirked when he saw you “I see the potion worked wonderfully.” He said as the servants placed down a bowl of baby Porridge for you that Thranduil spoon feed you.

During breakfast a guard came in “My king! Lord Elrond and his sons arrived.” He said “Bring them in. They must be exhausted from traveling.” Your father said putting a spoonful of porridge in your mouth.

The guard came back with Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir “Ahh Thranduil! Methrandir! Looks like the birds were right.” Elrond said smiling at you while the twins snickered at your predicament making Elrond and your father glare at them “Boys perhaps you should help Tauriel and Legolas in the stables.” Elrond said sternly to the twins “Yes I’m sure they’ll appreciate it since they’ll need help grooming my elk before training.” Your father said whipping your mouth with a handkerchief “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. I don’t get Dad’s attention much anymore.” Your inner voice said as you rested your head on his chest and gripped his red robes making him smile and kiss your forehead.

#the hobbit #thranduil #mirkwood elves #platonic #legolas #lord of the rings #gandalf #elrond #elladan #elrohir #tauriel #x reader #cute

[five-rivers]

Cult Division 4

Part of this series.

“Vlad,” said Maddie.  

“Maddie,” purred Vlad.  “What brings you here today?”

Maddie repressed the desire to curl her lip.  “I am informing you that we’re exhuming Phantom’s body, following the activities of the unidentified cultists last night.”

“Oh, but, Maddie, only family members can do that.  And unless you and Phantom are suddenly family members…”

“Don’t give me that,” said Maddie.  “I.  Know.”

Vlad’s expression soured.  “Yes.  Quite,” he said flatly.  “I am aware.  However, unless you want to make your relationship with the boy public, there’s nothing I can do about the law.”

Maddie, having anticipated this, slammed a piece of paper down on the desk.  “You won’t have to,” she said.  “The law is very much on my side for this one.  Municipal Ordinance 10776.  Investigative professionals registered with the city can request that any grave be exhumed.”

(Investigative professionals here meaning ghost hunters.  Not everyone had the kind of open-mindedness as the average Amity Parker, and although a ordinance against summoning ghosts could be laughed off, things like this tended to be taken a little more seriously.)

“Request,” stressed Vlad.  “Requests, by their nature, are not automatically granted.”

“Maybe,” said Maddie.  “But when word gets around about the cultists, and it will, people will start asking why we aren’t investigating.”

“Is there even anything to investigate?” asked Vlad, putting on his fake innocent act again.  “Goodness, I thought the cultists left the memorial intact and undisturbed.  Are you saying I was misinformed?  Or has something happened to poor Daniel?  I’m sorry, to Phantom?  It really is fascinating that they both have the same first name.”

They glared at each other over the mayoral desk.  

“If I have to,” said Maddie, “I can always reveal you.”

“And I’ll deny everything, or reveal Phantom.”

“Not your ghost half,” said Maddie.  “Your continued sexual harassment.  There might not be enough of it to get you arrested, but there’s certainly enough for some interesting headlines.”

(She could also just wait for the police to get a warrant from a judge, but figuring out how to word it without saying anything about ghosts, cultists, or other things that would make outsiders overly curious took time.)

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.  Jack would be upset, but if it's for Danny, I think he’ll get over it.”

“Very well,” said Vlad, who looked like he’d swallowed a full box of spiders.  “I will approve your request.”

“Thank you,” said Maddie.  “I–”  Her phone went off.  Relishing the chance to be rude to Vlad, she answered it.  “Hello?”

.

“Kidnapped?” Maddie Fenton repeated again.  “How?”

“Er,” said Collins, drumming his fingers on the wheel of his car.  This was not the best place to have this conversation, but there weren’t a lot of better options, so…  “The normal way, I suppose.  Someone broke into the house and took him.”

“Through Jack?”

“That’s something we’re investigating.”  Jack Fenton had been found passed out near the front door, and was one of the reasons they’d been called in.  Apparently, bright orange hazmat was visible.  Who would have thought.

“But,” said Maddie, “you think Danny’s okay?”

‘Okay’ was probably an overstatement.  An overstatement at best.  They hadn’t found any major organs or limbs strewn around the house, but there were signs of a struggle, and kidnapping victims were, as a rule, never okay.  

Also… Collins made the decision to not mention the bloody backpack.  Some things mothers (and potential suspects) were better off not knowing.  He was fairly certain it wasn’t Danny’s blood on the bag, anyway.  He almost felt bad for whoever kidnapped him.  

Almost.

Whoever those people were, he doubted they were aware of even a tenth of what Danny did for Amity Park.  

“At this point, he is most likely still…” he hesitated slightly before the next word, “alive.”  He wasn’t convinced anything could kill Danny.  The kid seemed invulnerable, for all intents and purposes, and even as a human, he could do incredible things.

Maddie made a strangled noise on the other side of the line.  

“We’d like you to come down to the station,” continued Collins.  “Keep your phone on and with you.  It’s possible you’ll be contacted for ransom.”  Possible, but highly unlikely.  The Fentons were well-off, but not to this degree.  

“I don’t have time,” said Maddie.  “I have to look.”

“We’re looking.”

“You aren’t ghost hunters.  It’s almost certainly a ghost that took him.”

“There’s reason to believe that is not the case.  Mrs. Fenton.  Maddie.  It’s possible that you saw or heard something important before you left or earlier this week.”

Maddie was quiet on the other side of the line.  “You think I had something to do with this?” she asked, a thread of danger running through her words.  

“Not as such, no.  This is just– this is just procedure.  We need to look into everyone.  We’re talking to Jack, too.”

“Is that why you think it was humans who did this?”

Again, the reason for that was more the bloodied bag, but, again, he wasn’t talking about that.  “Go to the station and you can ask him yourself.”

“Are you not at the station?”

Crap, what had he said to make her think that?  “That’s–”

“You’re still at Fentonworks, aren’t you?”

“No?” said Collins.  

Maddie hung up on him.  

Great.  She was on her way and she’d be on the warpath.  He hit redial.

“Hello?” said Maddie, in a way that told him that she hadn’t looked at the caller ID and that she was considering what he’d said about ransoms.

“Look, Maddie, I know you were going up to see if you could get permission to exhume the body.  Could we– If you go to the station, we can get that started right away.  We have the equipment ready to go, the medical examiner is ready.  Everything is ready.”

“You–”

“This is a crime scene, Maddie.  You can’t be here.”  

“It’s my house.  And my son.”

“I know, I know.  We care about Danny, too.  But he’s not here.  You can’t help him here.”

There was quiet on the other side of the line.

“Fine.” 

.

“So,” said Paterson.  “You went to the door and… what, again?”

“I already told him,” said Jack, who was sitting on the back of an ambulance, getting poked and prodded by an EMT.  “Can’t he tell you?”

“Sure,” said Paterson, glancing sideways at McGee, “but can you run me through it again?  For reference?  Sometimes, we remember things better the second time around.”

“I went to the door, and started feeling dizzy, but I opened it up - I shouldn’t have done that.  Should have realized that something was wrong.  I opened it up, and there was this duffel bag there.”

“Do you remember anything about the duffel bag?”

“It was taped over in weird places.  Patched.  Uh.  It might have been blue?  Or green?  But after I saw it, I just passed out.  I don’t know what it was about it that made me pass out.”

“Oxygen deprivation,” said the EMT.

“What?”

“Right, you said I wasn’t breathing before, so–”

“Which was caused by oxygen deprivation.  You show all the signs.  Whoever it was that did this must have released a huge amount of nitrogen or something similar into the area immediately in front of your door.”

“I didn’t feel like I couldn’t breathe, though.”

“You wouldn’t.  Our reflex to breathe is triggered by the presence of carbon dioxide, not the absence of oxygen.  Without rescue breaths, you would have died of asphyxiation.”

“That’s a thing?” asked Paterson, scrunching her nose.  

“Yeah,” said Jack.  “You can’t really work as a scientist without at least hearing about it.”

“People have died from it before,” said the EMT.  “You’re probably going to be fine, you were found fast, but you still need to go to the hospital.”

“But I need to find Danny.”

“They wouldn’t have stuck around,” said Paterson.  “We’ve already got everyone looking for Danny.  Amber Alert and everything.”

“Do you think they did the same thing to Danny?  The nitrogen thing?”

“It would have been in the house, yeah,” said the EMT.  

“Okay,” said Paterson, “so we should look for someone who bought a whole lot of nitrogen tanks or something?  What do people even use those for?”

The EMT shrugged.  “Science, I guess.  You ready to go, Mr. Fenton?”

“Alright,” said Jack.  

“Hey, wait,” said McGee, “I’m not done yet–”

“Then you can come talk to him at the hospital,” said the EMT.  “George!  Come over and help me!”

The EMTs packed Jack into the ambulance and drove away.  

McGee stared after it, tapping his foot.  “Do you think these kidnappers were able to revive Danny, or are we going to be looking for a corpse?”

“Don’t say things like that,” said Paterson.  She’d already seen Danny’s corpse once, after all, she didn’t need to see it again.  “It’s bad luck.”

.

Danny woke slowly.  He felt unpleasantly bruised, for one, and for another, the last thing he remembered was getting kidnapped, which was generally not a precursor to happy fun times.  

He peeled open eyes that felt disgustingly bloodshot, and looked around.  There wasn’t much to see.  The room he was in was small, clean, and bare, and he was lying down on a bed.  Someone had even tucked him in.  

Creepy.  Not that kidnapping wasn’t creepy in and of itself, but this was especially creepy.  

He struggled to sit up, and discovered that he’d been wrapped in a kind of improvised straitjacket.  Several layers of blankets were wrapped around him and held in place by belts.  He strained against them, but unfortunately whatever the cult from the other night had done was still holding strong.  No powers for him, not even a little bit.

And Danny didn’t even know why these people had taken him.  

His legs were still free, so, with a little extra maneuvering, he got up and walked around the room.  The one door didn’t even have a handle.  

He was stuck.  

His mouth suddenly even drier than it had been, he swallowed.  He was stuck.  Trapped.  Hadn’t even figured his way out of this frankly embarrassing ‘straightjacket.’  

The door opened, and Danny stumbled back, overbalancing and thumping into the wall.  Severa masked figures walked in.

“Oh, he’s perfect!”

They came in, crowding him.  

“Back off!”  Danny kicked out, but he was at a bad angle, and the first of the mask-wearers was able to get close enough that Danny couldn’t do anything other than try to bite, which didn’t really work if the person you were trying to bite was holding your face.  

“Just perfect.”  They tilted Danny’s head this way and that, and Danny couldn’t pull away.  “Age, of course, is important, but appearance, too.  I hadn’t realized…”  They fell to muttering.  

Danny’s eyes flicked from mask to mask.  They were plain white plastic with the eyes blacked out with some kind of fabric.  Simple, but effective.  Danny didn’t know who these people were.  

“Yes, our sponsor was right.  You’ll do perfectly.  Perfectly.”  They patted Danny’s cheek.  

“Sponsor?”  Danny didn’t want to interact with these people at all, but he needed information.  

“I know you must be so frightened.  We would have tried a more peaceful way, but those ghost hunters…  They would never see reason.”

The other mask-wearers shifted, grumbling.  

“The number of times they have assaulted our lord–  No, no, we had to get you somewhere safe.  After all, you are to be the host for our lord, Phantom.”

Well.  That.  

What?

He stared at the masked person, uncomprehending as they waxed poetic about Phantom’s - his - virtues.  Many of which Danny didn’t have.

“... honor, to be chosen, and an honor, too, to be here to witness.  But, of course, you’ve asked after our sponsor.  He asked to meet with you.”  They ran their hand through Danny’s hair, which was just.  Bad.  “Yes.  We have followed his word for some time, and he has never led us wrong, you know.”

Danny didn’t know.  And he didn’t want to meet this ‘sponsor’ they were talking about.

“He’ll be coming soon,” said the masked person.  “You’ll talk, and then… then we prepare.”

The masked people filed out of the room and closed the door behind them.  Danny futilely tried to open the door, in case they hadn’t closed it properly.  Frustrated, he sat down on the bed.  

Another cult.  A different one, too, if he knew anything about cults, which was not a sentence he’d have expected to say before he became a half ghost.  Worse, not only was it another cult, it was another Phantom cult.  What part of his behavior as Phantom made people think he wanted cults?  

Superman didn’t have to deal with this.  

Superman was fictional.  

Maybe he could use the walls or the edge of the cot to shift the belts around, and from there he could use the buckles to… pick the nonexistent lock on the door.  Right.  Not likely.  Maybe he could do something to - no, the hinges were on the outside.  At least, he could use them as a weapon, probably?  Maybe–

Danny’s ghost sense went off, and he tensed.  He wasn’t ready for a fight, but he was ready to be a pain, assuming this ghost was involved, and make a plea for escape, if they weren’t.

A ghost phased through the door.  

Danny hissed.  

“Plasmius.”

“Hello, little badger.”

#danny phantom #dannymay 2023 day 18: grave #dannymay #dannymay 2023 #exhumed #cult division

[takenbyheartstrings]

KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER

summary: you and peter hate each other, but spider-man and black cat are close as ever. what happens when you and peter are forced to spend time together and the two worlds bleed together?

pairing: peter parker x fem!black cat!reader

warnings: SMUT!! (extended warnings under the cut), fluff, angsty, can be read as any peter!

word count: 12k (2.3k is smut <3)

extended smut warnings: pretty vanilla, fingering, oral (fem), unprotected sex (pulls out) wrap it before you tap it! that should be it i think <3

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If you could choose one person in the whole entire world to kill. You’d choose Peter Parker.

He’s an annoying, unbearable, know it all, who’s way too cocky. Who is nice to everybody but you. You thought it was strange at first, but then you learnt not to question it. You didn’t know why he hated you, but you eventually learned how to hate him. Eventually he’s hatred for you turned into your hatred for him. Nit-picking on everything he did. Not letting him have a break. Much like he hadn’t let you have one slither of fresh air since the moment you had met him.

If you could choose one person in the whole entire world to be stuck in an elevator with. You’d choose Spider-Man.

Easily your best friend. Your favourite person. He’s kind, sweet and cocky, yet not in the way Peter is. He gives you those moments away from Peter to forget the dread before going back home and remembering everything, overthinking constantly. But he’s funny and he’s self-assured and he has every right to be. He stops these villians, he stops crime, he’s your partner in stopping those crimes. You were known as Black Cat.

Your powers surfaced when your father died. It felt like everything in your life had turned upside down, nothing went your way anymore; like there was a constant raincloud over your head warning you that something was going to happen to you. It followed you day after day. It used to be unbearable… until you learnt to control it. Your bad luck suddenly turned into everyone else’s bad luck. You became a hero. In meeting Spider-Man, you learnt that you could use these powers for good.

You remember it like yesterday, meeting him on a rooftop, you used to be a petty thief. You used to steal art that your father had sold. Trying to collect pieces of him back. He was an artist, the best artist he could’ve been. These paintings belonged to the rich. They had taken them, so why not take them back?

You were doing exactly that... and when you met the arachnid, you didn’t fight him, and he didn’t fight you. He saw you were young like him. He saw the anger in your eyes as he spoke. He told you that you could come back from this. He convinced you that you didn’t have to live this life. He convinced you to be a good person. He convinced you to help him stop crime.

The two people were very different. It never even occurred to you that they could be the same person. Never in your lifetime would you had thought that the confident, sassy, superhero, could be that fucking nerd that makes fun of you. That you argue with every single day – fuck banter... This was different. This was hard hitting insults that would make both of you overthink at night. That would make both of you stay awake thinking about every possible outcome, everything you could’ve said, everything you wanted to say. Everything that would’ve made the end of today different.

Upon meeting Peter, you honestly think you’d only got a totally of eight hours of sleep-in total. If Peter was the same, you couldn’t tell. Hopefully he couldn’t see how tired you were either, because then all the makeup that you pound onto your face in the morning would be a fucking waste of time and if he knew you’d probably just stop all together.

The weekday rolled around, and you sat in chemistry. Your least favourite class and probably everyone else’s too (because of you and Peter). You sat next to Peter, and it wasn’t by choice. It was by force. You knew your teacher regretted it as soon as the two of you started arguing over Peter writing down the wrong measurements, which he argued would be correct. You scolded him for not following your instructions. He argued that your instruction was wrong – Mr. Harrington knew he had fucked up, but what’s the point of making a point if you can’t stick to it? He was stubborn enough to leave the two of you next to each other.

Gwen often told you how tired she was of the arguing she was. So did Michelle and Betty. All of them knew Peter. All of them liked Peter. He was so nice to all of them – so why not to you?

You honestly acted like you didn’t care. Your friends knew better, though. Your friends knew that in spite of everything that you and Peter had. You questioned why he didn’t like you. He didn’t like you from the moment he met you… why? Why? Why? Why?

The question lived in your head in those sleepless nights – acting like everything was fine. Acting like you were fine, was tiring. But what’s the point? It’s draining when you argue with him, but it gives your normal life purpose. You wake up every single day and you don’t know how the day will go. But you do know that you’ll argue with Peter. Sometimes it was the highlight of your day.

“Hardy.” He says as he sits down, and you shoot him a glare.

“Parker.” You match his seething tone. You’d been having a shitty day already and you didn’t really need this. Not today.

He pulls out his book as Mr. Harrington begins to write on the board. You write with a blue pen – a blue pen that has sparkles in it, a gel pen with glitter. Peter doesn’t know why this catches him off guard. You do it all the time. You write with a pen with sparkles in them. Maybe it’s how it glides on the page as he stares at you writing, how your eyes are twinkling just like the fractures of glitter in the pen.

He snaps out of it so quickly, “What?” You question him, your voice snaps, you’re angry. He can tell you’ve had a shitty day. For some reason, that doesn’t bring as much joy as he thought it would.

“Nothing.” He shrugs, peeling his eyes away from you – it’s reluctant and he doesn’t know why. He’s supposed to hate you. But he’s never really been good at doing that. It’s all just a front. A front he has to uphold just to remain close to you, it’s the only way you’ll speak to him and quite frankly, the only way he’ll ever speak to you.

At the end of the class Mr. Harrington smiles coyly as he pulls out a stack of paper. Which is exactly what you needed. Your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. Because this is just what today you needed another reminder that Peter Parker is better than you. Another reminder that he’ll be valedictorian and you won’t be.

Mr. Harrington hands out the tests, dropping both you and Peter’s upside down, in hopes, in prayers, that the two of you won’t exchange marks. That he wouldn’t start another argument between the two of you when you’d both been so quiet today.

You pick up your paper and you want to cheer. You got a ninety-eight. You would’ve preferred full marks. But either way, you thought you’d definitely beaten Peter. You had a gut feeling.

Peter feels bad when he picks up his paper, there’s the number one-hundred circled in big red marker. He looks over at you and feels his heart ache. You’ve had a terrible day.

He knows. He knew from the moment he walked in the door. He doesn’t know why he feels so fucking bad for you. But in reality, he knows you better than anyone. He knows what makes you tick. He knows what pisses you off... when you think of it. That’s the key to knowing someone. Peter would push the buttons that most people would tend to avoid, but that’s why he knew you’d had a bad day, because Peter had only ever seen you mad. But today was different. There was something about the way you spoke. There was something about your eyes and the ghost of a smile you flashed at Michelle, Ned, and Harry. The scowl you had on your face as you sat down and took out the blue pen instead of the purple.

That’s what caught him off guard. The colour.

Peter’s thoughts about you are interrupted by your own condescending tone and coy smirk that doesn’t quite bring you or him the satisfaction either of you were hoping for. Instead, it’s empty and weak.

“Ninety-Eight, Parker.”

Peter swallows his pride, today. Peter knows better than to ruin your day today. Even if you’ve had a shitty day Peter would usually push and push. But today was different. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Maybe it’s because of the colour of your pen – maybe that’s why Peter feels like he’s going to throw up as he speaks a lie from his mouth.

“Damn, I got Ninety-Seven.”

He lies to you, but he doesn’t regret it, not when he sees your genuine smile, fighting the urge to let his own take over the sad look on his face.

“Fucking beat you, Parker.”

Peter doesn’t say anything else when the bells goes after your sentence. The day is finally over. You can finally see Spidey again. He was the real highlight of your day. You got home, did homework and anything else you had to do before seven pm. School got out at three. That gives you four hours.

You live near Peter. In the apartment complex two buildings down. So, the two of you catch the same train. You always stand on the opposite side, your headphones in. Music blasting. You’re sure people all around you can hear what you’re listening too, and you think Peter does the same.

You get off at your stop and so does Peter. You’re so tempted to grapple your way back home, and you would. You want to go into an alley and put on the suit that sits in your bag. But you can’t. Because of Peter fucking Parker.

You’re quick to reach your bedroom, throwing your bag onto your bed.

Your room is neat and painted blue. Your bedsheets are white and blue, and you wished your suit was the same, but it’s black and white. Like a cat. Your curtains are white, and they have a sparkle. Though, there are posters on your walls of movies like Star Wars or TV shows like The Mandalorian.

Ned often tells you to come over for movie night, where him and Peter watch Star Wars all the time. He tries to convince you by telling you MJ and Harry come along, but it’s not much. They’re all friends with Peter and you’re not. You also don’t want to ruin their movie nights by being unpleasant and arguing with Peter.

The posters are accompanied by pictures of you and your friends and fairy lights. Your bed sits in the corner, so the posters and pictures surround it. Your bookshelf is organised by colour, and you’ve got this large soft white rug that covers almost all of the hardwood floor underneath it.

You pull your homework out of your bag, so sure that it’ll take you all the way until seven pm. The light outside is starting to dim, the sky is beginning to get dark. You turn your desk light on and notice that it’s six-fifty. You shut your books; you have one question left but you’re way too excited to see Spidey again.

You slide on your suit. Latex and fur. Skin-tight. It makes you feel confident. Nobody can see your face; nobody can see you in the night. That’s why you’re not afraid to fight. Because you’re anonymous. Nobody knows you’re Black Cat.

You meet Spidey on the roof top, grappling yourself up onto the building. You smile, running into his arms. Your mask covers your eyes, but it covers you enough so that Peter doesn’t know who you actually are. Your features are usually different anyway. Your eyes are softer, and your smile is wide. Whereas Peter only sees your glare. The way your eyes fume with anger.

Spider-Man wraps his arms around you. Pulling you closer. Peter’s bad days are made better by you. He’s pretty sure he’s in love with you. That he’s got feelings for you. Your flirty demeanour and attitude turns him on. But you’re also the kindest and sweetest – the softest person he’s ever met. He swears, if he didn’t know you could fight, if he didn’t know you could hurt someone – he’d believe you’d never harm a fly.

The hug lasts longer than usual. Both of you gripping onto each other for dear life, “Bad day?” Peter questions you.

“Y-yeah.” You want to cry but you pull away quickly before you can dampen his suit, “You?”

“Yeah.” He nods solemnly, he gives a smile, “But hey! Now we get to patrol, right?”

You nod matching his grin, “Yeah, exactly… did you end up finding that Maggia warehouse?”

“I did. I’ll swing us over there, but we have to be stealthy. We can’t drag any attention to ourselves, or we’ll be done.”

You and Peter had been trying to take down the Maggia for almost a year. They know the two of you are after them. Which makes your life way harder than it has to be. Tombstone is a danger to this city – much like Fisk. But Peter had put him behind bars before he had met Black Cat. But people like Tombstone need to be put behind bars before more people die.

You smile, holding onto Peter again, “Take us away, Spidey.”

*

The two of you are inside the warehouse. God, you want to get out of here. It’s making you nervous.

“Spidey, what if this isn’t a good idea?” You question the arachnid.

Peter shakes his head, “No. We have to do this. We have to take on Tombstone.”

You know he’s right, but everything in your body is telling you to turn around and run. If you were still on the other side maybe, you would’ve. Your instincts always tell you to run – your fight or flight is always to run. Maybe it makes you a shitty hero. Maybe it just tells you that you’re a natural thief. But the Spider keeps you grounded. If you lost him. If you stopped knowing him, you’d probably turn back to that life of crime and that thrill of not being caught. Taking back what was rightfully yours.

You nod, “Let’s just get this over with,”

The two of you are the perfect pair. It’s mind blowing how in sync the two of you can work. Your identities keeping you hidden. Yet, if the two of you were to know who the other was, you’d probably hate each other all over again… or maybe the two of you would finally set aside your differences.

The most you’d ever seen of his face was his mouth, when the two of you get pizza after a long night of patrolling. Sitting on a random rooftop. Enjoying each other’s company. Talking about each other’s day. You’ve alluded to Peter once in conversation. Mentioning there was a boy at school who made fun of you. Peter had said the same thing about a girl. You obviously didn’t know it was you who he was talking about, but you went on a long tangent about how he shouldn’t listen to her (you), and how she (you) should go fuck herself (still you). He said the same thing about himself – safe to say you are not following the advice you had given yourselves without the knowledge.

Your actions are almost replicated. As Peter webs enemies up to walls and has them hanging in nets made out of his web, completely out of sight from anyone on the ground. You were incapacitating them. Wrapping your arms and mouth around the ones Peter couldn’t reach. Keeping them quiet, setting them on the ground and when Peter would reach you. He’d web them to the roof with a number of webs.

That’s how the two of you worked together.

Once you had most of Tombstones men incapacitated, the two of you move throughout the warehouse. You can finally get a good look at it. There’s an endless number of cars and oil tanks, and the air smells of it too.

As the two of you walked up to his door, ready to pounce. Ready to take him out. But the world clearly had other plans for you at least. Because although Peter has his Spidey-Sense. You’ve got nothing… and he warned you too late.

“KITTEN!” Was the last word that you heard as the whole world went dark, that and the thwip! of a web shot out of Peter’s wrist. A sharp pain pulses through your body.

*

You woke up on the rooftop where you and Spider-Man would meet. He was sitting there, and you were wrapped in a blanket. Your wound still hurt, but your suit was cut, and your goggles were latched to your face, the suction getting strong – they’re slightly fogged up.

You meet Peters eyes as you sit up with a grunt, wanting to cry through the pain surging through you. Appreciating the gesture of him patching you up without getting you naked or without taking off your goggles. The only downside, apart from the bullet, was that you have to fix your suit… and fixing your suit is expensive.

“Fuck,” you mutter carefully looking down at your side.

“It’ll heal but it’ll hurt.” Peter speaks as he turns around which allows you to remove your goggles.

You can feel the red circles around your eyes, you remove them for a few moments, knowing you’ll have to put them back on in a minute. As you do you feel the familiar sting, “What happened to me?” You question the boy.

You hear him take in a rigid, broken, breath, “Tombstone shot you.” It’s quiet, but loud enough for you to hear. His whisper leaves his lips as you limp carefully, placing a hand on his back, wrapping your arms around me.

“What happened?” You’re not asking about you anymore. You’re asking about him. What he did when Tombstone shot you. His eyes look at you, and although you can only see the lenses; his eyes absent but you feel like you can see them. All you can see are his lips. The fabric of his mask bunched up over them.

He turns into your body, it’s sudden, but his head falls into your arms, “I got out of there.” His grip on you is tight and the bullet wound isn’t kind to you, it hurts, but you can’t tell him that because then he’ll stop, “I got you out of there first and I- I tried to web him up but I was doing a bad job… This is all my fault.”

You give him a gentle smack on the head, “Spidey.” You say stern, “None of this is your fault.”

“But if I had just warned you-”

“NO!” You raise your voice, taking a seat next to him, “I don’t have a sixth sense, okay. But it doesn’t mean you have to be responsible for me. You care about me, Spidey, but I can’t have you guilty over me of all people. My life isn’t yours to worry about.”

He shakes his head, “You’re my friend-”

“That doesn’t matter.” You say softly, “You don’t have to worry about me like this. Don’t have guilt over the things you can’t control, Spidey.”

“What if I can’t help it? What if I can’t help the fact that I care so much about you? About us?”

There’s a fire in his voice as he speaks, ignite, shining bright. You swear you can see an orange glow around him as he talks about you. Each word falling off of his lip with want and need for something more and suddenly it doesn’t feel like the two of you are talking about the bullet that flew straight through your body.

You can’t meet his eyes; you can’t meet those lenses that move as he speaks passionately about his desire without saying a single word. But you can’t act on this because if you become more than his friend... more than his partner, there’s no stopping it. You’d have to reveal a layer of yourself that you swore you would never let yourself show.

You’d learnt to keep people at arm’s length, and it was dangerous letting the spiderling get close to you because today was the first warning. The first wakeup call that anything could happen to either of you or both of you were so close, so tight, that it would kill you if something were to happen to him.

You realise you’re looking down at your legs rather than his face, determined not to look, but you can’t stop yourself, “Spidey...” You trail off softly.

Your faces are beckoned closer, you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips, and everything is happening in slow motion, and you feel like everything is calling you to stop because you can’t let this happen. You can’t let him feel guilty if something more happens to you than a stupid gunshot to your side. You’re battling with yourself over whether to place your lips on his or run away.

“Stop.” You whisper quietly as you look over at Peter, “You’re shaking the table.”

He rolls his eyes, “I would stop if I could help it.”

You turn to face him, “Can you just be nice to me for one second? Is that so hard?”

He fakes his pout, “It really is. I’m so sorry.” He’s voice is dripping with condensation, not letting you escape his eyes that say he really doesn’t care if you’re inconvenienced by him.

“Are you really, though?” You question knowing the answer and you can hear your voice start to raise, the volume getting louder.

“Right because you’d stop if I asked. You’re the most hypocritical person I know.” His tone seethes with hatred towards you.

You scoff ready to pounce, opening your mouth to speak, hypocritical? You are not hypocritical.... you are not hypocritical... right?... right?

There he goes again, getting in your head, making you question yourself – but you know better than to show it as you get ready to fire back but a voice cuts through the two of you. Making the two of you jump – and it’s angry. Angrier than you and Peter both are and you can finally hear Mr. Harrington just snap.

“WOULD THE TWO OF YOU STOP?!” The tone, the volume of his voice, all of it send you and Peter into a shock that makes both of you paralysed; unable to move... scared, “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR ARGUING!”

He stalks up to your desk, “I have let the two of you argue and fight, but this is the last straw. This has been going on for months. So... on Thursday afternoon, the two of you have detention here. The two of you will be cleaning the room of its filth after the Chemistry practical exams. Are we clear?”

Both of you nod your heads, but Mr. Harrington doesn’t bite.

“Are we clear?” He questions, his voice is firm, and it makes the two of you all the more scared.

“Yes, Mr. Harrington.” You’re short to follow Peter’s words but they’re mumbled anyway.

“Phones.” He speaks.

“What do you mean?” Peter questions.

“Give me your phones. After you’re done with your detention you can grab them from my office. I won’t be there, so just let yourselves in.”

You and Peter reluctantly hand Mr. Harrington your phones and you feel a pit in your stomach.

*

You didn’t know how long it would take the two of you to clean up, but you knew it would be a long few hours you’d probably have to spend with Peter. You’re praying that you can get it done within the hour and see Spidey, but you doubt that’s going to happen.

As Thursday rolls around, the two of you stay back after your exam, you’re supposed to clean up after every single test, but you think Mr. Harrington disregarded that rule because the amount of test tubes lying around the room is just gross and the room smells like chemicals.

He leaves the two of you to it, shutting the door behind him. You turned to face Peter with an awkward smile, “I can take the right side of the room and you can take the left. Hopefully we’ll be done by the hour.” You’re crossing your fingers but you’re not sure it’ll happen.

“Right, because your measurement of time is always right.” He shoots at you with a glare, and you fight the urge to slap him in the face.

“One time, Peter.” You speak through gritted teeth.

He scoffs, “One time that fucked us up for the whole semester.”

It’s a pang of guilt that hits you, your eyes soften before sharpening once more, Peter sees the way you deflate for a moment and decides not to push it any more than he already has. You don’t say anything either, making your way over to your side of the room.

The only sounds in the room are the taps turning on and the squelch of the sponge and soap that bleeds to the bottom of test tubes. There’s this tension in the room, awkward? Yeah, you’d guess so. But there’s something else too – you want to talk to Peter. Maybe it’s because the tension that’s in the air is something you could cut with a knife. Except for the fact that there’s not much you could say. Your stomach feels weird because of it, and you want it to go away, but you know it won’t.

An hour passes and Peter is right – your measurement of time is one of your greatest weaknesses. You look over at him as he furrows his eyebrows, trying to clean a stain off of a beaker. You debate in your head whether or not you should help him since you’ve only got two of your own left and he’s got three.

Against all your thoughts you walk over to him and take the beaker from his hands.

Peter doesn’t say anything as he watches you clean the glass, using one of the cleaning products to scrub it off. Instead of a cutting edge glare his eyes are soft as he watches you; admires you. Admires the furrow of your own brows and the fury in your eyes as you attempt to do the same thing he had. The way your hairs a bit of a mess, some loose strands of hair sticking out of place. How you bite your lip as you focus. His mind starts to wonder to how he could be the one doing that – biting your lip. He wonders why he’s thinking like this, but he doesn’t stop himself. But what makes his heart do backflips is the way you smile triumphantly as you complete the task of removing the stain from the beaker.

“I wonder what they had to do to get a stain like that on there.” Peter says absent minded. You had expected him not to say anything at all, but you grab another one of his beakers.

“They’ve been sitting here for hours... which is, gross, so, it’s not surprising.” You shrug as you meet his eyes.

You can see a small smile upon his lips, but it’s barely anything, the corners of his lip quirk the tiniest bit, “Glad we didn’t have to do this experiment again.”

You chuckle as you scrub the glass, “Right! It was such a pain.”

“Especially when you got the time wrong,” You and Peter spoke in unison, and you finally realised what was going on.

The kindness you had offered Peter and the kindness that he had offered you was short and sweet, but it couldn’t happen again. You scoff shaking your head. You knew he was the one who had messed up that assignment.

“It was you.” You scrubbed the beaker harder this time; Peter was scared it was going to break underneath your anger.

He sighs, “Mr. Harrington said it was you, remember.”

You freeze for a moment, there wasn’t an excuse for that one. The teacher made the call, no matter if he was right or wrong, “Well Mr. Harrington is sexist, then... an incel, if you will.” You glare at the boy in front of you, setting down the beaker you had cleaned and moved over to your side of the room again.

It had been another half-hour since you had last checked the time. When you finally cleaned your last beaker, the look on Peters face was one of relief. The two of you began grabbing your things and making your way towards the door.

Your hand wrapped around the knob and twisted it, but it didn’t open. You tried again and nothing. You and Peter were stuck.

“What?” Peter questions you.

“The door...” You grunt, trying again, “Won’t...” Again, “Open.” You let go of the handle with a long breath.

“Let me try.” Peter walks over to the door and jiggles the handle, trying it again and again like the times you had already attempted.

You and Peter were stuck.

“Fuck!” Peter huffs, slamming his fist into the door making you jump.

You sit down on the floor in front of the desk, “We don’t even have our phones.” You throw your head back, slamming the back of it into the table a few times.

Peter sits next to you, looking at you as you pull your legs up to your chest. He does the same, both of your heads leaning against the desk.

*

About a three quarters of an hour had passed. The room feels weird, and you and Peter haven’t said a single word to each other. You stole some pens and paper from the desk and begun drawing Peter in all of his misery; in all of your shared misery.

There was something soothing about drawing him. Like he’s got the perfect face for it. It’s not anywhere close to even. He’s got scars on his face and his eyebrows are slightly bushy. His eyes are wide, and his lips are leaning more towards the thin side but are also quite plump. His hair flops over his face in all of his dishevelled mess. His jawline is sharp, and his nose is actually quite perfect, not too small, and not too big, but his ears lean to the larger side of the scale.

Luckily for you, Peter hasn’t noticed you drawing him. He’s got his head in his chemistry book, doing his homework. Which is what you would be doing if you hadn’t left your chemistry book in your locker. You promised yourself you would go grab it so you could do the work because it was due tomorrow, but it didn’t look like that would be happening. The clock on the wall had almost reached eight pm and you and Peter had settled for the reality that you’d be here all night.

You feel lucky that you’d worn a hoodie so you could at least use that as a pillow.

The room isn’t dark, but you and Peter didn’t want to turn on the overhead lights. You hadn’t talked about it – it was more of a silent agreement because you both turned on lamps.

Peter shuts his textbook, startling you slightly and making his way over to you. He takes notice of your drawing. How you’ve drawn him. He didn’t know you could draw. Peter didn’t know much about you – he thought he didn’t know much about you. He thought the two of you had nothing in common at all.

“You’re good at drawing.” He says quietly, pulling a chair to sit next to you.

You bite your lip, you don’t look up at him, you don’t meet his eyes, “Thanks.” You mutter softly, “Is there anything you’re good at?”

You ask him a question. Partially because you like the sound of his voice. Partially because it releases whatever tension is in the room.

Peter needs a moment to think about it. Other than school and Spider-Man, there’s not really much. He could tell you he also draws, but that would be a blatant lie. You can feel his body shrug.

“Not really. I’m okay at video games.” He chuckles.

You smile as you continue to draw, taking a moment to turn your head to face his. You see how he’s looking at you. There’s no hate in this moment. There’s no anger. There’s just the two of you. You feel as though it won’t last long, because the two of you only know how to argue. You don’t know how to be friends.

You continue to meet his eyes for a moment, with a hum, you speak again, “That’s not bad. I’m not good at much either, there’s school or drawing... I’ve never been good at much. I’ve never been able to be good at anything... bad luck kinda just follows me wherever I go, y’know?” You can feel yourself opening up to Peter and you’re not stopping yourself. You’re giving him more ammo.

Why are you giving him more ammo?

He sighs, “I get that. There’s like three things I’m good at.”

You turn your head back to your paper and for a second, there’s a comfortable silence. Until Peter decides to talk again – you knew this wouldn’t last long.

“I’m sorry.” Peter states suddenly and your head whips to face him.

“For what?” Your tone is curious, but mad, why would he be apologising... did you want him to apologise for something?

He shakes his head softly, leaning his arms on his knees, letting his head rest on them, “Because I'm the one that got us into this mess.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your gaze away, trying to focus on your drawing, “Yeah you are.”

Peter huffs, “You know what?... While we’re here, what’s your fucking problem with me?”

Your head snaps back to face him again, “My fucking problem with you? God, Peter, you’re the one who hated me first! I should be asking you that question. You never stop nit-picking on everything I do and you’re constantly the voice in my head telling me that I’m worthless! You’re nice to everybody but me!”

You’re standing up now and Peter matches your stance, “My god, do not throw all of that in my face! The first day I met you, you were boasting that you were the smartest person here and it made me feel like absolute shit and then you started comparing your marks with mine.”

Peter stalks closer to you as you move back into the side-bench. The room is darker now that Peter had turned off his lamp when he had decided to come and sit next to you. The tension that built in the room from earlier is only growing and growing and it’s going to explode. You can feel is as Peter moves closer to you, both of you mad. Both of you seething with anger. Both of you are breathing heavy.

“You constantly make me feel like shit, Hardy.” He says as you’re pinned, and you can feel his breath on your face. It smells like mint; he smells like wood and cinnamon and it’s the only thing you can bear to breathe, “and guess what? I... hate you.”

You let out a dry chuckle and Peter could fall to his knees. The way you look pinned to the wall, the way your eyes are darker than before, filled with something unrecognisable. You could say the same for Peter.

“Guess what, Parker.” You almost spit your words, leaning forward as much as you possibly can. You swear you can hear his heartbeat coming out of his chest, “I hate you too. That’s one thing we’re both good at, isn’t it?”

You’re not quite sure who moves first but in the heat of the moment, your lips; his lips, were smashed together. Your teeth clashing and your tongues down each other’s throats. Peter uses his strength to lift you onto the bench, as he sits in between your legs, continuing to fuck your mouth with his tongue.

Your saliva mixes in heat and the room is silent, except for your soft moans against Peter’s mouth. You can feel your core growing wet and all you want is Peter. You’ve never wanted Peter so badly in your whole entire life.

Peter pulls away, you know that for sure. You can feel your lips getting red and swollen already, but he pulls your hoodie over your head, “A tank top and no bra... who are you trying to impress?” He mutters before peppering kisses down your neck.

“Certainly, was not you.” You shoot back at him, and you feel his teeth nip at the skin that he kisses.

His breath is burning hot as he talks, “Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, Hardy.” He kisses your neck again and all you can do is put your arms behind you for support, letting your head fall back.

“What do you want?” He asks you pulling away from you and he can hear you mewl in response. He wants to hear you moan; he wants to feel you squirm in pleasure underneath him. He wants to hear you whine when he denies you from cumming because you’ve been so bad to him. But he also wants to hear your moan when you orgasm, when you cum all over his fingers.

That’s what he intends to do to you today. Right now, on the science bench the two of you do your projects on and nobody will know, and it’ll have to be a secret the two of you share. Something you can’t tell anyone else. Something that ties the two of you together.

“Anything.” You mewl underneath his body, “Give me anything.” You’re begging, he can hear how desperate you are. How much you need this source of release.

He chuckles against your neck, and you could feel the smirk on his lips, “God, you are so needy... if I knew that, I would’ve done this sooner.”

You slap him softly and he only chuckles, “Don’t do that or I’ll hold back.” You don’t do it again and Peter’s hand slides into your sweatpants, “This okay?”

You nod, “Y-yeah.” You mutter softly.

Peter feels how wet you are, how your slits are covered in your arousal and want for him. He could cum in his pants from just feeling you.

“God,” His breath his hot against your ear, “You are so wet... all of this for me. Seems like you don’t hate me that much.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Peter.” You shudder as you feel his fingers dip into you for a second before pulling them back out.

You’re desperate. You need it. You want it, “Peter, please.” You mewl. God, you hate yourself. You hate the way you want him so bad. But everything was telling you yes. That burning in your stomach filling you with desire for Peter and only Peter.

He loved hearing his name on your tongue. How you only ever called him by his last name, but this was personal. This was something that made both of you venerable.

“P-Please.” It was hard for you to even speak. You were already drunk on Peter. You hated the way you sounded. You hate how much you like this. Finally, being able to submit to Peter. Finally, be able to do whatever he wants.

Peter doesn’t speak as he slides two fingers into your dripping cunt. Penetrating your hole as your body folds inward against his. Your head falling into the crane of his neck as you moan in pleasure. Your body moves against his as he moves his fingers in and out of you. Your body falling back onto the bench.

The squelch of your pussy fills the room and your moans do too. You’re trying to keep quiet, but his fingers are thick, and strong. You can feel him in every inch of you. How his middle and pointer finger pressing inside of you and his thumb rubbing your clit making you retract once more. Your head falling back onto his shoulder.

“God, Petey.” The nickname slips off of your tongue and you feel yourself get hot, but Peter continues to press into you, harder, rougher. Everything that you wanted. Everything you need.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, Petey.” You groan again as he presses into you, further, deeper.

You can feel that pit in your stomach burning up, you can feel your stomach churn and tie itself into a knot. You can feel yourself coming closer and closer to that sweet release. You need it.

“Fuck, Petey, I’m gonna cum.” You bite his shoulder in need.

“That’s right, that’s right, cum for me, y/n.” He speaks and all it does is push you over the edge. Your cum all over Peter’s fingers and he groans as he pulls them out of your pants, wrapping his mouth around them licking off your cum.

You bite your lip as you watch him do so with everything inside of you compelling you to speak, “This doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

“Didn’t expect us to be.”

“I still hate you.”

You feel like you’re compensating.

“Didn’t expect you not to.”

Peter seems so completely chill. He seems like he actually doesn’t care. When in reality, he does. You can still feel yourself soiled in your pants and you’re slightly uncomfortable because of it. That and the fact that Peter had just made you feel good, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just weird.

Peter climbs onto the other side of the room and onto the table. You’ve bunched up your hoodie underneath your head and try to fall asleep. You can hear Peter’s soft snores, but despite your tiredness nothing gets you to sleep. Peter’s trying his best not to let himself feel something as he lets himself go.

*

You wake up in the morning met with the face of Mr. Harrington’s face as he had realised his mistake. He was clearly embarrassed and lets the two of you go, telling you that you can miss the first two periods, which were in fact, Chemistry. You and Peter walk home together, and you don’t say anything. Neither of you can muster up anything to say. Honestly, you’re considering skipping the rest of the school day and just wandering around in your suit. Alone or with Spidey, you weren’t sure. But regardless, you needed to stop thinking.

When Peter reaches his complex, you’re not sure if you should stop or continue, settling for the latter you keep going. It’s frustrating, that your feelings toward Peter are more complicated than ever.

You feel the burn of the warm water cascade down your skin, and you’ve decided you weren’t going back to school. Mr Harrington could be pissed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back there. It was Friday anyway; you wouldn’t be missed over the weekend.

You check if your mum is home before slipping on your suit and the second you do, a message from the spider shows up on your goggles. Thank God.

You find him on the roof the two of you usually visit, “Hey, Spider.” You say softly, he can tell something’s up, and you know it.

“Something wrong, kitty?” He questions you, placing his hand on your arm, you can tell his eyes are looking at you with ease, with pity.

You nod softly, “I did something and I’m not sure If I’ll regret it.” The eyes on his suit begin to widen, “I didn’t steal again, Spidey, relax. I told you I’m never going back, no matter how much I want to.”

He nods, “I know, I just wanted to make sure,” He caresses your arm softly, “So what happened?”

“There’s this guy at my school and he makes my life hell, and I did something I never thought I would do... I dunno, I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

The arachnid nods, “It’s alright, let’s just swing around the city, take your mind off of whatever you’ve done.”

“Hopefully it does, Spider.” You smile carefully.

The two of you spend time in the city, flying off of buildings, racing. The two of you had a run in with a couple petty criminals. But nothing major. It’s not until the two of you are on the familiar rooftop with a box of pizza. His mask just above his lips and nose as he eats. The two of you laughing.

“D’you ever think any of our villains follow us back here?” You question Peter.

He shakes his head carefully, dangling his feet, “Nah, besides, there’s thousands of kids that go to this school, it doesn’t mean we’re any of them at all.”

You nod, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You turn to face him, the two of you close. He sets down the pizza box, “So, did you forget?” He asks you softly.

“No... but I had fun.”

“I’m actually in the same position,” The spider sighs, “There’s this girl I can’t stand, and I did something to her. I’m not really sure if I regret it, though. Truth be told, I’ve kinda got feelings for her, but she, uh, she’d never feel the same.”

“Well, you don’t know till you try.”

He chuckles, “She’s a tough egg to crack, yesterday, I shed her of a few layers, but I don’t think it was enough.”

You place your hand on his thigh, “Don’t beat yourself up, Spidey.” You stand up on the ledge with a sigh, “Well, I’ve gotta go home... homework,” You smile, “And hey, thanks for today, I- uh- really needed it... bad luck kinda follows me wherever I go.”

A kiss to his cheek is the last thing you do and as you fall off of the edge, disappearing into the night. Peter feels something familiar about the words you had spoken. Thinking back to last night, the night the two of you did what you did. How his worst enemy couldn’t possibly the person he seeks comfort in... his partner in stopping crime.

... it couldn’t be? Right?

The next few days were spent with Peter freaking out over what he had learned. Everything about you. Everything the two of you really had. He hadn’t seen you... Black Cat... you. He hadn’t seen you, these past couple days. Given, crime was quiet this weekend, it didn’t stop. He hadn’t heard from you either.

Which made him worry? Should he be worried? It’s like you’re two totally different people, yet he can see parts of you in your superhero alias, the insults you shoot at the enemy are much like the ones you shoot at Peter. Both of you quipping at them as you fight. He looks at a selfie the two of you took on his phone, and he can finally see you. The glass of your goggles are quite tinted, and you’re smile completely changes the way Peter sees you. He’d only ever seen the way you sneered and moaned. God, that face you made when you moaned turned him on so much, but the sneer you’d give him made him feel like shit – but your smile made him want to smile.

Peter remembered the day he met you as he lay in bed that night. Thinking back to why the two of you hated each other. Maybe Peter had started this but that’s because of the Cat. The Black Cat. The person that was you. Peter loved Black Cat. He had harboured so many feelings for you over the past few years – so when a cute new girl had shown up at Midtown, someone who he could actually get along with, someone just as smart as him, he was rude and condescending because he knew he would begin to feel something for you, but it turned out that he already had, and he had no clue.

 He thought about how he could bring this up to you. How he could confront you. How he could tell you that he knows you’re his best friend. How he’s yours.

Peter thinks about different scenarios of how this could all go. None of them end well.

Well, there’s the fairy tale ending where you kiss him and love him for exactly who he is, because he’s ninety-nine, point, nine percent sure Black Cat has a crush on Spider-Man. But even though he can look past it. He can turn everything he hates about you into something he loves. He’s been doing that ever since the rooftop.

He knows it’ll never happen.

*

“Parker, what the hell are you doing?” He’s dragging you into a janitors closet, as you protest against his hand.

He doesn’t know how to say this to you, but the light is dim and all he can do is stare. Albeit you’re angry, the way he looks at you is making you want to melt. But you can’t let yourself feel something for Peter. He’s your greatest enemy. Besides, you love Spider-Man. You love whoever is underneath that stupid mask – no matter what.

“I know who, I know what you are, Hardy.” He speaks softly, “I know you’re Black Cat.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Parker. She’s a vigilante. She works with Spider-Man. Do I look like someone who knows fucking Spider-Man?”

He nods, “Yeah. You do.”

You scoff, “Fuck off. I’m leaving. You can’t throw accusations like that around.”

Your hand goes for the door, and you feel something stick to the knob, your hand sticks to the knob. The familiar webbing that your best friend uses. The familiar webbing that Spider-Man uses. The Spider-Man you know. The Spider-Man you love. The man you said you loved underneath the mask no matter what.

“No.” You whisper, turning your head to face Peter, “No. It can’t be you... It can’t be you.” You’re shaking your head frantically, trying to enable any sort of hope you have that he’s lying to you. That this is some sick prank.

But it’s not. You know that. You hate this. Because you said you’d love the man under the mask, but the man underneath the mask is Peter.

You gulp, the question reluctant to fall from your tongue, “How did you know it was me?”

“Bad luck kinda follows me wherever I go. I’ve only ever heard two people say that. You and Black Cat. Technically one person.” Peter says, “I didn’t want to believe it at first, but the whole reason I was an asshole to you was because I had feelings for you... but Black Cat you. Not Y/n you. I didn’t want to fall for you because let’s be real, you’re an amazing, smart, incredible girl and suddenly all the things I hated about you became things I liked, but I’m not really sure that’s true because I kinda liked you the whole time.”

You can’t listen to this anymore. “Let me go, Spidey.” You whisper, “I’m sorry, but I can’t... I need time... you’re the person I love the most but you’re also the person I hate. The person who made the last few years hell... I’m sorry.”

Peter pulls out some web remover from his pocket, “I get it. It took me the whole weekend to try and understand... I still can’t understand, but I want us to be the same as we were. I want Peter and Y/n to be Spidey and Kitty.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible, Peter.” You turn the knob of the door with your now free hand, “I’m not sure we’re even Spidey and Kitty anymore.”

You leave the janitors closet and you can’t even stay at school anymore. The one person you could count on to make you feel better was the only person you couldn’t stand. The person that took your mind off of Peter finger-fucking you was Peter. The person who fucked you. Peter knew things about you that nobody else knew. Nobody ever would know except for him.

Suddenly, you felt exposed.

More exposed than you’d ever feel if your identity was actually exposed to the public.

You ran out the door and headed home, making your way into your room. You promised yourself you wouldn’t go back... but you also promised yourself that you’d love whoever was underneath that goddamn mask no matter what. You weren’t quite sure what promises you could keep anymore.

This had been calling to you. You needed to do this, and you needed to do it now. You put on your suit and took out a bulletin board hidden inside your closet.

The last piece of art your father had ever painted.

You knew who had it. You just didn’t know where they were. You didn’t know where Wilson Fisk would be. This was the big leagues. Bigger than anything you’d ever done before. Bigger than any job you would’ve let yourself do before. But now it’s different.

It’s different because you have more experience. You’re stealthier than you were two years ago. You’re more agile. You’re quicker. Sneakier. Less reluctant to stun and hurt people.

You, however, have somewhere to go first.

*

Tombstone walks into his office, and you sit at his chair, a smirk lacing your face as he pulls out a gun. But you hold your hands up.

“Woah, woah, woah! Relax, I’m not here to bust you, graveyard.” You snicker at your own quip, “I’m here to ask you a question... I need some help.”

“So, you’re back to your own ways.” The smirk on his face is anything but large, small, discreet, and so enticing. You want to slap him in the face. You still want to bust him. But you can’t, otherwise he won’t give you the information you need, “Crime was never the same without you.”

You shake your head, “This is my last job before retirement. It’s risky and big. But I don’t know where he is... I have one painting left, Lonnie.” Your voice is somber, genuine.

“How do I know I can trust you’re not working with the Spider?” He questions, folding his arms.

“He did something to me. He betrayed me.” Your tone is seething and angry. You’re angry. That’s all you are. Mad. Unspeakably mad, “I don’t need him anymore. What I need is his last painting. You know how much they mean to me. You know how long I’ve been waiting.”

He nods, “I know, I know. But what’s in it for me?”

You shake your head, “I have nothing to offer money wise. I keep them. But should you ever need something incredibly hard to find. Hard to acquire. You’ve got the number for these.” You tap your goggles, “... and I will be happy to come out of retirement.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “Alright... who are you looking for?”

Perched on the building across from Fisk’s, you stare into the apartment, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Your spray paint is in the belt of your suit and you’re ready to make your mark. You can see your father’s painting. You can see the beautiful light blues and candy pink hues that cover the canvas in contrast with Fisk’s white walls, it’s the only colour in the room. It’s the only sign of life in the apartment.

You desperately want to take it and replace that sign of life with your signature tag. The tag that lets him know that he’s the victim of your wrath. The victim of stolen art that he had stolen from you first. The painting had barely made a dent in his bank account and your families had acquired nothing because of the art museum ripping you off after his death. How all they did was gain and all you did was loose. How your mum was working shift after shift to keep you in Midtown so you could do something great for the both of you. Your mother Felicia Hardy was nothing short of amazing.

She didn’t deserve what had happened to her.

How she suffered for both of you more than you would ever have to.

But your stakeout is interrupted by the familiar padding of feet behind you. The familiar voice that breaks you out of this trance you’ve got happening. It’s going to kill you to face him. To look at him. Especially after turning back, trying to turn back to this life you’d promised him you would never turn back to.

“I thought you promised me you wouldn’t go back.” He says quietly, loud enough for you to hear, but his voice laced with disappointment. You’d rather him be angry or mad.

Knowing that it’s Peter now. Hearing disappointment in his voice rather than familiar venom.

You look at him through your goggles. They’re tinted, you have to remind yourself of that every time you look into his eyes. Though, it doesn’t really matter anymore.

“I guess we make promises we can’t keep.” You sigh, turning back to look back into the room.

“You don’t want to do this, Kitty... this isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me, Parker!” You say exasperated, “You don’t know anything about me.”

You’re lying to yourself – he knows you more than your mother. He knows you the best out of anyone you ever know. You keep reminding yourself about that and it keeps bringing you pain. But it’s something you can’t seem to stop thinking about. Something that won’t seem to leave you alone.

Something that regrets making you lash out like this. Something that makes you regret not kissing him in that janitors closet and telling him you can work through it. Work through the confusion. Work through the problems you face with yourself and him. Work through the problems that can bring Y/n and Peter together just like your superhero counterparts.

You’re so confused and it’s killing you. You want Peter. You do. But you’re scared to let yourself want him more than you’ve already had him. This whole time you’ve had Peter. You’ve had Peter Parker.

“Stop lying to yourself!” Peter reads your mind, “We have something. You know it. I know it. You can’t keep hiding yourself from the truth.”

“I’m not hiding from any truth, Peter. I want to love you. But how can I love someone who’s provoked me into being the worst version and the best version of myself around them?”

“That’s my point... I’ve made you better.”

“You’ve also made me horrid... do you not understand that?”

He moves closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder, “I do... because you’ve done the same thing to me, sweetheart. But now that I know you. Now that I truly know you. I can only make you better. I don’t have to pretend to hate you anymore.”

You look up at Peter and his hand flies to your chin, caressing it softly, “Petey...” You say quiet, “I don’t know what I want. I mean, I do. I want you. I want Spider-Man. But I don’t know what I want right now.”

“I can put the mask on, I can leave, and I can let you get back to your business, or you can leave, either way, we can pretend this never happened... or we can face the music. I can stay. I can make you feel good, I can make you feel better. Then you can choose to go back to your business, and I’ll leave... or you can come back with me.”

You stare into the lens’ of his suit, “Peter...” You trail off, taking the next step and removing your goggles slowly, there aren’t any red marks yet.

Peter takes off his own too, moving towards you until you’re leaning against the ledge, “So what it’ll be, Kitty? What do you want?”

You look up him and it feels like the science room all over again, but now it’s real. Everything is real. The boy standing in front of you is one of love. One that you do love. That you need to love.

“I- I need you, Peter.” Your voice is quiet and all you can inhale is him. All that fills your scent is him.

And soon, all you can taste is his tongue. How your tongues are intertwined, moving together. In sync. Sharing control. It’s not rough like the first time the two of you kissed. Full of anger and desire. Now full of passion, romance.

His lips were softer and plump, they moved with yours so fluidly. They mix in with your grape Chapstick which Peter thinks only makes you taste better. Although, he should believe you always taste good. His hands are wrapped around your waist and his they make your skin tingle, burning straight through you.

Peter’s hands manage to find the zipper of your suit and as he pulls away, “Can I?” He questions.

You debate it for a moment. You like him. You like all of him. You want him. Right now. But do you want to have sex on a rooftop?

“Yeah.” You smirk, “It’s okay.”

His fingers slip for a moment, before gripping back onto the zipper, sliding it down. You’re pulling it off and you’re left in your panties, “If I knew you didn’t wear a bra underneath this thing maybe I would’ve acted on this sooner.”

“Peter!” You say through a laugh, and his lips land back on yours, through your smile. Your laugh doesn’t last long as Peter’s lips begin to trail down your neck, reaching one of your many sweet spots. This was one Peter had discovered the other night, “Peter.” You moan breathless.

How he’s been kissing you for a moment, a single moment and you’re already gone. You’re head leans back slightly as his head is in the crane of your neck, “God,” you moan once more, your hands run along Peter’s suit, “I can’t be the only one, Petey.”

He nods and removes his lips from your neck, taking off his own suit and you can see how hard he is through his boxers. You palm his cock before his lips are back on yours, “Fuck, Kitty.” He groans softly as you hold his cock through his pants, he removes your hand from his pants, “Kitty... I wanna taste your kitty.”

“EW! Peter!” You slap him quickly through a laugh, “God, you are such a dork!”

“You love it,” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and you can’t help but smile.

“I do.” You say quietly against his lips. Your breath hot on his, “So what’re you waiting for?”

Peter pulls you onto the floor of the rooftop, on top of the pile of your suits, his tongue trails down your body, before finally reaching your pussy. His thumb flies over the thin material of your panties. You shudder at how sensitive you are. God, he’s barely even touched you and you’re already folding underneath him.

“God, you’re so wet. You’re so fuckin’ wet.” He almost growls? You don’t care, he’s too hot for you to care. You feel so high on the feeling already that you don’t care.

Your hand runs through his hair, through his pretty curls, they lace your fingers, his hair is soft... so soft. You think about asking what shampoo he uses after all this is done. He’d laugh at you and the feeling of bliss you feel from the thought of that overtakes everything that you ever felt before.

“Petey,” Your moan is breathless and needy. You were allowing him to let him have you. You were finally letting him have all of you.

Maybe you’d come to regret this someday... maybe Peter will break your heart. But you don’t feel any of that right now. All you feel is love and hope. All you feel is good.

Your moans are turning Peter on by the minute. He wants nothing to devour you. He wants nothing more than to make you feel good because that makes him feel good. He’s addicted to the taste of you. It’s a taste he desperately wanted back the second the two of you stopped. He tried too hard to remember your taste and scent over the weekend and now he’s got it all splayed out in front of him.

Peter slides his hands into the waistband of your panties, “This good, Kitty?” He questions you in a whisper and all you can do is nod, “I need words, baby.”

“Yes, Peter.” You match his volume, “Please. Do whatever you want with me. I just need you.”

You can feel his smirk as he pulls down your panties, it’s not long before they’re all the way down your legs and it doesn’t take long for his tongue to dip into the deep pool that is your pussy. Your wetness coats his tongue, covering it in the sweet juice. He moans at how sweet you are, how good you taste. The vibrations of his moans on your clit make you want to scream. How he's kitten licking and trying different speeds.

You mewl underneath him so needy for him – your knuckles turn white as you’re gripping onto his hair, holding on for what feels like dear life as he continues to lap at you. Long and small strokes with his tongue. He feels so good against you. Your moans filling the air of the cold rooftop as your nipples stand hard. Peter’s hands make their way up your body. His hands so warm against you. Holding your tits, his fingers grazing against the hard nubs.

He sucks and makes circles around your clit, making you moan and your back arch. How is he so fucking good at this? He was supposed to be quiet and kept, you’d expect nothing like this of him... though, you also should’ve asked yourself that question in the science room.

Peter’s breath is hot on your pussy as he continues to lap at your sweet juices, moving faster and faster until you have your final release. Your stomach churning with desire, swirling with a fire that brings you nothing but bliss; nothing but that sweet release. Your hand remains in his hair, but slowly slithers out as Peter comes up to meet your face once more. His lips are swollen and red from the taste of you. He presses a kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself.

You run your hand down Peter’s body, finally reaching his boxers, finally feeling how hard his cock really is, “What do you want, Peter? Cause I know what I want.” You say quietly.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” He smiles and you match his grin.

As he slides his cock into you, it feels like a revelation. There’s not much here but feelings for each other. Somehow this is proving to you that Peter won’t hurt you like he has in the past. You wonder why this is showing you everything’s. Maybe it’s because the two of you are in such a venerable state that makes both of you exposed in all the best ways. Sure, it’s dark on the roof, but the light of the moon, the lights of most buildings and the shimmer of the stars in the sky make Peter look as beautiful as ever. The moon light on his face, the drunken haze of sex the both of you are in. Breathing in that cinnamon scent you smelled two days ago, trying to fight it, but now that you’ve let yourself have it all, it’s as though he’s put you into a trance.

His cock and how wet you are just making it all the easier. Peter groans deep, his voice husky and the way he kisses your neck again, needy, full of want for your body. His lips come back onto yours. He bites your lip softly and you moan against the feeling. His cock is pushing deeper inside of you. The two of you moving in motion. Only being able to feel each other. You can feel the slit of his cock pressing against your g-spot and his fingers move down your body, landing on your clit, stimulating you further.

His balls hit your skin as your bodies blend. Till the two of you are one large chunk of flesh. Together, made into one. Partners in stopping crime. Best friends.

His lips hit yours again, togues intertwined once more. You pull away breathless, panting, sweating. You feel like you’re seeing stars and you’re drunk, drunk off of the feeling of Peter’s raw cock inside of you.

Your moans fill the air once more and Peter can feel you getting tighter as he continues to move in and out of you. Your clit is pulsing and sensitive, throbbing.

“Peter, I’m gonna cum.” You moan, letting him know exactly what you’re doing, you can feel the desire awaken inside of you. You can feel your stomach burn and burn. You can feel yourself walking closer and closer to that edge.

“That’s right, Kitty, cum for me.” He groans as he too can feel himself getting closer, but he needs you to cum first.

“Ah! Fuck!” You groan as you feel yourself pour over. His words pushing you over. You’re stuck panting as Peter begins to ride you off of your high, all you sensitive and the hole of your pussy feels raw and wet.

“Fuck...” Peter moans as he feels that same sensation of desire built up inside of him. That fire. That need for release.

“Cum on my stomach.” You tell him you’re your pants of breath, unable to catch yourself.

Peter growls as he pulls out of you, rubbing his cock as cum comes out of the slit of his cock, warm and sticky all over your stomach.

He falls next to you with a soft chuckle, “How are we going to clean you up?”

You turn to face him, “I’m not sure... but right now? I don’t really care.”

Peter pulls you into his arms, kissing your collarbone, “I’m sorry I hurt you like I did.” He mutters against the sweat of your skin.

You shakes your head softly, “I’m sorry too... we both kinda fucked up, right?”

He nods softly, “Yeah.” He presses another kiss to your shoulder, “What does this mean for us?”

You smile wide, grinning brightly, “I’d be willing to give us a shot if you are.”

“I most definitely am.”

*

“Peter! Guess what!” You call across the room, running back to your table from Mr. Harrington’s desk, “I got one hundred!” Your cheerful, you’re happy.

“Congrats, baby!” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

The adjustment for everyone was weird. Especially for Mr. Harrington. Seeing both of you kind to each other. Nice.

Yes. The arguing was familiar, but this is something that he never thought he would see. The two of you getting along let alone a couple.

“Me too.” He mutters against your cheek.

You shove him playfully, “Why didn’t you say anything!”

“You want me to be honest?” He questions you softly.

You nod, “Yeah... I do.”

“Sometimes if I notice you’ve had a bad day, I lie to make you feel better.”

“Wait what do you mean?”

“You remember last semester when you got that mark back and I said I got ninety-seven because you got ninety-nine?”

You nod your head, your eyes morphing into a sceptical glare, “Yeah... I do.”

“I lied. I got a hundred, but you looked like you had a bad day.”

“Peter. We didn’t even like each other then.” You said softly.

Honestly, this was heart-warming, tugging on every single string your heart could muster up.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

The bell goes, and Peter begins to walk away.

“Peter what do you mean?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Peter!”

You run after him feeling nothing but warmth and love.

#peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #andrew garfield x reader #tobey maguire x reader #spiderman x reader

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Are There Evil Animals?

Originally posted on my website at https://rebeccalexa.com/are-there-evil-animals/

There’s a great discussion over on BlueSky about animal species unfairly seen as villains. Folks are posting pictures of species that we feel get a bad rap (I chose to highlight the gray wolf and snakes.) Ironically, I also had a note in my calendar, placed there months ago, to write about whether there are good or bad animals. So–today’s theme is whether there really are “evil animals”, and what makes them separate from “good animals”.

Please keep in mind that I am coming from a western perspective as an American of European heritage, and cultural views of various animals vary from species to species and culture to culture. And, of course, individual people within a community may disagree. But let’s stick with general trends in western viewpoints. Also, I am not going to wade into the issue of invasive species and whether they are “good” or “bad” from a moral sense, though I did get into clarifying what makes a species invasive a while back.)

There are certain animals that seem to draw the ire of people more than others. Spiders and snakes are two groups that are frequently relegated to the undesirable group of “creepy crawlies”, are the subject of many people’s phobias, and are all too often killed simply for existing. I’ve seen people post pictures of their pet snakes and spiders, only to have others reply “If I saw that thing anywhere near me I’d kill it”–something I bet they’d never say about someone’s beloved pet dog or cat. Slugs are seen as gross and slimy, bats will supposedly fly into your hair, and even pet domesticated rats will get looks of revulsion.

While all large predatory animals have seen their numbers plummet in the past couple of centuries due to overhunting, gray wolves and coyotes face extra-venomous persecution. Barry Holstun Lopez’ classic work Of Wolves and Men, and Hope Ryden’s God’s Dog: A Celebration of the North American Coyote, both explore in detail how these canids are not just controlled, but gleefully slaughtered by those who proudly display “smoke a pack [of wolves] a day” on their trucks and hang rotting carcasses of coyotes they’ve shot on fences alongside roads. The reintroduction of wolves in particular has been hindered by the protests of those convinced their livestock will all be killed and their children carried off. And Ryden’s work tried to counter the sentiment of all too many people that “the only good coyote is a dead coyote.”

Lopez in particular tackled the idea that wolves were specifically evil because they had supposedly been sent by Satan himself to plague good God-fearing people. And while many wolf-haters today probably don’t recognize the roots of their hatred, they still pursue the extermination of the species with religious fervor. Snakes, similarly, were maligned not just because a few of them are venomous, but because of the Serpent in the Garden of Eden. The bible is full of parables and metaphors involving animals that place them in either the “good animals” category (like sheep) or the “evil animals” category (like goats.) And while western society is becoming increasingly less Christian, the cultural influences of centuries of Christianity can still be felt.

Thankfully, advances in science have offered a much more nuanced view of animals, and nature in general. We know for sure that the Earth is much, much, MUCH older than 6000 years, and that the many species that have come and gone over the eons came to be through natural selection. At their core, every species of animal (and plant, and fungus, etc.) is a living system whose most primitive purpose is to make sure its genetic material is successfully replicated. Far from making life into a strictly mechanistic process, I feel that this just makes the many adaptations species have evolved over time that much more fascinating.

Take the gray wolf, for example. Long legs help them to run swiftly, but they have solid endurance as well and can trail prey for many miles. Broad feet keep them from sinking into snow, like snowshoes, and keen hearing, sight, and smell help them to locate prey. They can dispatch said prey with sharp teeth which also allow them to shear off pieces of meat which is then broken down by an efficient digestive system. Far from being solo predators lurking in the shadows, wolves have complex social lives, and a pack is generally composed of a primary pair with their young from various years. They work together to raise each year’s pups and find food, and they spend quite a bit of time playing with each other or sleeping off a good meal. All of these adaptations work together to make an organism that has successfully passed its DNA down through many generations. It’s pretty impressive, thinking about the complexity of all of the tissues and organs and systems that go into making one single wolf, and how DNA holds the key to its own preservation and replication in increasingly complex packages.

But these genes and adaptations do not make the wolf “evil”, any more than herbivory (other than the occasional nest of baby birds) makes a deer “good”. And that’s the thing: at its heart, nature is amoral. Not IMMORAL, mind you; amorality means being not at all concerned with right or wrong, good or evil. Wolves and deer prey on their respective foods, and deer and plants have defenses they use to try to keep from being eaten. That doesn’t make them inherently bad, and they aren’t rubbing their paws (or hooves) gleefully together like some cartoonish villain as they think about killing their next meal. It’s just the way of things, ever since the first eukaryotes evolved two billion years ago and began eating other living beings.

So why, then, do we persist in seeing wolves as evil animals and deer as good ones? Well, we’re judging them by human standards, and specifically western, Christianity-influenced standards. We’re pretty biased, because we think that any species that does things we want them to is good, but those that inconvenience us are bad. We like hunting deer and we only really get annoyed with them if they eat our crops (which can also be solved by eating them.) But while wolves may eat our livestock (and the deer we want to hunt), we can’t really eat them, and so their value to us isn’t enough to keep them in the “good” category. Although wolves gave us dogs, the wolves that remain will not bow to our demands, so dogs become the only nice and respectable wolves we will accept in our lives because they directly benefit us, whether as working animals, companions, or both.

We can see this pattern among other species, too. Those that we find beautiful or useful, and which do not significantly impact our lives in any negative way, get to be good. Any that cause us problems end up being bad. Sadly, “I saw it and it scared me” is often enough to relegate a species to being a problem. Even though spiders do a great job of keeping our homes and other environments free of flies, ants, and other insects that might, say, spoil our food, we persecute spiders because we see them as scary. In the vast majority of human-spider encounters there is no way the spider could possibly get close enough to bite, and would only do so in self-defense–yet in many of these encounters the spider loses its life just for being there.

We don’t even think twice about squashing a spider or other “bug” that made the mistake of being visible. Demonizing animals as evil means that we don’t have to feel any responsibility toward their preservation. And, in fact, you can extend that whole idea of “evilness” to nature in general. Nature, until recently, was mainly seen in the west as something to be tamed and tied down, turned to agriculture, industry, and other good human-benefiting pursuits. Preserving wild ecosystems is seen as wasteful by the sort of person who only sees dollar signs. Why should we reintroduce wolves if they get in the way of our raising livestock? Why should we protect old growth forests instead of cutting them down for profit? Why should we restrict fishing to help fish populations recover from generations of overfishing, when it might mean a drop in seafood revenue?

In the end, the whole good/evil dichotomy as applied to animals is just a symptom of our selfishness. Those of us who understand the complexity of ecology also grok the concept of existence value, which I just wrote about in my last article. This concept allows us to get out of our self-centered viewpoints, showing how a species (or ecosystem) is important simply for existing, regardless of whether we can use it for something or not. I also think it’s important to drop that idea that a species can be inherently good or evil, and instead take Henry Beston’s view that they are “other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.” Like them, we humans are also the product of billions of years of adaptations and evolution, no more or less amazing than any other species. We’ve spent too long trying to make the whole world dance to our tune alone; we need to give the other beings space for their music, too, and appreciate its beauty as much as our own.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes or hiring me for a guided nature tour, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

#nature #wildlife #animals #ecology #environment #conservation #science #scicomm #wolves #coyotes #spiders #snakes #cw snakes #animal behavior #animal welfare #endangered species #morality #religion #Christianity #good and evil

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Can you please write about Miguel getting sick and the reader taking care of him? If possible can the reader be a girl? Thank you!

I really like this request,and thanks for being my first requester

𝓢𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 <3

Miguel x fem reader

“Miguel has called in sick for that last couple of days,he usually doesn’t miss being here unless it’s like a flu or something” Jess said “it’s not like him,I’m sorta worried” she said as she kept pacing around the room “I’ll go check on him if you want,ya know see if he needs anything,check that he’s not dead” I said as I put my hand on her shoulder.she let out a small laugh and told me that would be for the best.

I quickly swung over to Miguel’s house trying to find an open window.I crawled in to the living room and took off my mask. “geez what a clean freak” I said admiring the clean state his house was in. I made my way up the stairs,he’s only one guy why does he need such a big house?

I walk over to what I assume to be his room and to no surprise I see him huddled up in a blanket on his bed,I quickly pull out my phone and snap a quick picture because I could help but find the sight cute.my phone makes a weird click noise when I take the picture and his eyes immediately dart towards the door.

“Please don’t kill me!I only came here to see if you were ok!” I said backing up from the door frame.

“Ugh I’m to tired to deal with you right now” Miguel said before Turing back onto his bed and laying down facing his wall.

“Well your still a pissy brat so,I’m assuming your fine” I said Turing to the door again “I’ll be on my way ou-“ i suddenly felt my body jult towards his bed,the poor guy used his webs to pull me over towards him

“Please don’t leave yet.I feel like shit today,can you maybe just stay” he said as he tugged at the bottom of my shirt,covering his face with his other arm

“Oh so the big bad wolf wants me to stay with him while he’s sick in bed” I say crouching down a bit to get lower to his face

“I could tell you to fuck off instead” he said glaring at me again

“Ok,ok I’ll lay off the teasing.so what exactly did you come down with,or are you on your period” I asked

“I thought you said you were done teasing.” He looked at me annoyed while he sat up against his bed frame

“Force of habit,anyways what is this a cold or something more serious” I say as I pull a swivel chair away from a desk in his room

“I’m not sure what it is,I’m to tired to go to the doctors” he said rolling his eyes

“Well you should still set up an appointment,can’t have the defender of the multiverse die from the flu” I say as I lightly punch his shoulder

“I don’t like doctors,too many questions,and their offices are always so cold”

“I know a certain someone who could also use a heater in his office” I said cocking an eyebrow up

“…fair point” he said Turing his face away,I can’t tell if he was blushing from embarrassment or from his little sickness

“You like need anything,another blanket,some tissues?” I asked

“No,just sit here and talk with me”

I’ll never understand this man,he hates when people bother him at the spider society,but yet he wants me of all people,probably the biggest pain in his ass to stay and talk with him.I don’t understand it,but I’m definitely not against it.

Gotta admit not seeing him in his suit is quite interesting,he was wearing grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt along with the blanket he hand hung over his shoulders.

I moved the swivel chair closer to his bed as I stood up and placed my hand on his forehead

“Wha-this isn’t necessary!” Miguel said taking my hand down and holding it with both of his.

“No I really think it is,your burning up,you probably have a fever.” He still haven’t let go of my hand yet still holding it with both of his,I put my other hand on top of his and just stare down at my feet on the hard wood floors.

“Look i think you have a cold,nothing to serious,I’ll run to the store and get you cold medicine and you’ll feel better in no time,how’s that sound big guy?” I said looking up at him not yet moving my hands from his

“That’s sounds good” he said letting go of my hands,I begin to walk out of the room when I hear Miguel start to talk again “also don’t call me big guy,that’s weird”he said pulling his blanket over his shoulders again

“Ok then big fella!” I quickly shut the door to his room because I could already feel his eyes glaring at me

I jump back through the window downstairs and start my swing to the store

“He’s mean but,I think he has a soft side” I say to myself stopping at a building much taller than some others

I began to rethink the previous interaction I just had with him,maybe he is more than just a brooding brat,he’s quite sweet actually

(The endings a bit rushed,I just got home from an activity and I’m sweating bullets and I’m tired as fuck so sorry if it’s a bit sloppy)

#miguel o'hara #miguel across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv miguel #x reader #fanfic #atsv fic #atsv x you

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Lee dust and ler lust? Lust likes, making the mysterious cool guy giggle /platonic

Tickle fic

Characters: Dust and Lust (not a ship)

Context: Killer has been annoying the hell out of Dust se he goes to Lust to have some calm and to relax, spoiler: he doesn't.

Btw I'm sorry for the long wait, i was not feeling very well these past few days, really didn't have the motivation to do anything even if I wanted to, so I'm only getting started now, still hope you'll enjoy it !

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Out of all the members of the gang, Killer was by far the most annoying, always talking, wanting to fight, moving, never letting the others breath... and today it was Dust he had chosen to be his victim, and since Dust really did not have the patience to deal with him, or else he would kill him, he simply decided to leave the castle and come back later.

As surprising as it may seem, his destination was Underlust. Not that he wanted to get laid, he just wanted some calm, and surprisingly Lust, who they called Sugar Plum, Plum for short, was pretty chill. He had his boundaries, respected the other's, wasn't overly dramatic and could have pretty good conversations with anyone. The good thing with working with the public was that he had a lot of social skills and could adapt to mostly anyone. So when Dust appeared by the door of his room, he greeted him with a warm smile.

- What is it for your service, dear ?

Plum would always give them sweet nicknames like that, and they never complained.

- Nothing, just needed some calm. Killer's pissing me off.

Plum chuckled a little.

- As always, well, make yourself at home.

He smiled, and watched from his desk as Dust crossed his room to go directly lay down on his bed, facing up. His room was heavily decorated with all sorts of posters, costume accessories, makeup brushes, and many more things, all in different purple and pink shades.

Plum got up to come next to Dust, sitting on the edge of his bed.

- So how was you day ? Apart from Killer, obviously.

Dust just shrugged.

- Boring.

- Nothing exciting ? And here I was waiting for some fun news..

- Nothing.

Short answers, Plum could tell his friend was grumpy. He always was.

Dust sighed, turning his back to face the wall. Plum looked at him, he couldn't let him be in a bad mood, what kind of friend didn't sheer up their pal ? Bad friends, and Plum wasn't a bad friend.

He turned to be right behind Dust, kneeling on the bed.

- I have a little French riddle for you, dear.

A mumble was heard from Dust, he was listening.

- What do you say when a French cat is stirring a pot ?

He asked moving his right hand at the same time to let it rest on Dust's side, making him flinch a little but he didn't chase him.

- I dunno ?

- A chat-touille.

Before Dust could process the answer he felt Plum's fingers digging in his side, making flinch and yelp as giggles quickly made their way out of his throat. He quickly grabbed Plum's hand to move it away but the skeleton in pink was quicker than him: he grabbed his arm with his left hand and blocked it against the wall in front of them. Another great thing with Plum's job: he knew how to hold someone so they won't move.

- I'm not finished, dear ~

He mischievously said, freeing his right hand.

- Well I don't want you to !

Objected Dust. But Plum obviously didn't listen to him, sitting closer to block him against the wall and slowly lifting the Dusty skeleton's shirt, feeling him tense and breather faster in anticipation.

- P-Plum wait-

He tried to beg but was cut by the feeling of a finger slowly tracing all the way up and down from his side to his ribs. Soon other fingers join the first one and started spidering ever so slowly all along his side. He used his only free hand, the one between him and the mattress, to try and muffle his giggles by pressing it on his mouth.

- You're so cute trying to hide like that the fact that you're just so ticklish.. ~

Plum teased, knowing he made him blush a bright purple. He kept on circling on his side, poking it from time to time, enjoying seeing Dust jolt each time, it was madly untertaining, and the sound of muffled giggles only encouraged him to keep going.

It was so soft, so slow, it was like torture to Dust, each time Plum gently spidered on his sides, going all the way to his tummy to circle his navel, he felt like it was too much and not enough at the same time. His tummy was shaking from his helpless giggles, making Plum chuckle sometimes, he was having fun at least.

- you know it is pretty rare working with people as sensitive as you, but it makes the work so much more fun.

- Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup !

He was so weak right now, he couldn't move, couldn't escape the wiggling fingers, couldn't use his magic without hurting Plum, which he didn't want to. He felt him scribble on his lower tummy right under the navel, and let out a squeak when Plum poked it, which he of course noticed and continued to circle around it, poking it every now and then. Dust was shaking all over his body. It was hell and heaven for him.

But what really signed up his death was when Plum grabbed one of his makeup brushes, the little one with really soft bristles that was just laying on the bed to softly brush his armpit, with his arm against the wall it was exposed just enough for the brush to get it. His giggles rose an octave as he blushed more.

- You're doing so well, such a nice little ticklish boy ~

He teased again, gently drawing little circles on his armpit for a good minute before going back down on his side.

- I'll kihihihill you.. !

He weakly threatened him.

- Not before I'm done with you.

He circled his way to his tummy once again, as if he wanted to cover every inch of his ticklish stomach.

- Tickle tickle, dear ~

He teasingly whispered in his ear, using the brush to tickle inside his navel, making him giggle and squeak helplessly. Tears were forming in his eyes, if he had known what awaited him he would have gone somewhere else, but it was to late now, and he was forced to endure this ticklish torment.

Finally, after five long minutes, Plum finally stopped, letting his friend regain his composure and letting go of his arm. Dust quickly put his shirt back in place and sat up straight, his arms around his belly as his attacker got up to put the brush back with the others.

- You know I really prefer you being all giggly than grumpy.

- Shut up !

Yelled Dust, hiding his blushing face under his hood, making Plum chuckle.

But he was right though, Dust WAS in a better mood, it felt good to giggle like that. So maybe it wasn't all that bad ? But even so, he would never admit it, he had his pride. At least what was left of it.

~ end ~

#don't want to see my post ? block me ! #anonymous #undertale au tickle #undertale tickles #tickles #dust sans #dusttale #ticklish dust sans #lust sans #underlust #sugar plum #sugar plum sans #also chatouille is tickle in french

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Date - genderbent au

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"Alastriona, darling, tell me about your day." Rory said, as they were sat at a booth in a small cafe, having ran out of other meaningless dribble to speak of. In front of Alastriona was a coffee "as black as her soul" that had little grounds in it because she was feeling like an extra bit of bitterness today with a plate that had the specialty ham on rye bread. Not bad, lacked a bit of flavoring but otherwise passable for a sandwich.

Alastriona chuckled at his request, "there isn't much to tell, darling. Hotel business isn't all about managing people - it's paperwork, meetings.. blegh.." she looked at his face, seeing that adoring smile he always gave her. "Tell me about your day, dear."

The man chuckled as he was adding more sugar and cream to his tea and stirring them in. As to how he had no cavities, that was a miracle right there. "Aside from Susan causing trouble at the town meeting, nothing new occurred."

Rory had a plate of cake piled with strawberries and whipped cream in addition to his bowl of gumbo ("I want to try it to see how it measures up to the genuine article, darling." "If you end up liking that bowl of slop that dares compare itself to my cooking, I demand a divorce.") that had meat that tasted raw in a bad way and lacked the seasoning that Alastriona gave her dishes thus it was ignored and deemed slop.

Alastriona fought back a snort, rather unladylike noise honestly but especially in public with her husband, as she smiled at him in a similar manner to which he stared at her. "Well, that old hag never fails to ruin a moment."

They both laughed. Unaware they were being watched.

A sinner demon, their server, had seen the rings, and took a few snapshots - one of the two, and another two zoomed in on the rings.

Bingabonga added to timeline: Holy fuckking fuck!! Radio Demoness and Cannibal King on a date!?! And they're marrried!?!

She added the pictures and then resumed her job. Unaware of what she'd done.

--

Angel was scrolling through his phone, when he got a text from Cherri.

Cherri: hey, dipshit. what you know about this shit?? it's everywhere..

Cherri: [attached link]

Angel looked at it, and felt himself die again. He made a noise that drew everyone's attention.

"Angel?" Charlie was concerned, seeing the spider nearly foaming at the mouth.

The spider turned to Husk and Niffty, who had been playing a card game, looking out of his mind - and not in the usual way.

"Yous fucks know dhat Smiles is married to dhis fuckin' freak?" Angel showed them all his phone. Just in time for a ding to show another picture.

They had kissed. It looked like a chaste, quick, private kiss

"Fuck me to heaven and back." Husk said, not believing his eyes.

"Whoa! I can't wait to ask Miss Alastriona about this!" Niffty was grinning maniacally.

"Hang on - who the fuck would willingly pick Alastriona?" Vaggie asked. "I've heard of that guy's reputation for killing and eating his wife's after a time, so could that be it?" Should they do something? Don't get Vaggie wrong, she still had it out (derogatory) for Alastriona. But if this guy was a threat, they'd have to protect themselves and their friend from this man.

"No way!" Charlie jumped in. "I've met Rory, and saw them interact. She seemed genuinely happy to be around him when she brought me to Cannibal Town."

"Who knows? Maybe it's all for convenience sake?" Lucifer asked. "Wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened to people in their situation to deter unwanted attention."

"Luci, baby, does dhis look like convince ta you?" Angel showed the man his phone as another picture popped up - Rory was feeding Alastriona a forkful of sweet, sugary cake. Blasphemy! "Smiles don't touch sweets! She fuckin' hates them!"

Charlie screamed in excitement. "Let me see! Let me see!" When she saw the picture she screamed again, louder this time. "That's so romantic! Look at how they're looking at each other! Oh, they're so in love!"

"Angel." Husk said sternly, seeing the look on his face.

Angel looked hurt. "What? I just wanted to ask them how they mee-" his phone dinged again. "Dhey're on da move!"

--

The two were walking arm in arm through a park.

"You were right about that gumbo, it didn't taste right." Rory scrunched up his face in disgust.

Alastriona laughed, moving closer to him. "I told you~" she sang, moving a hand up to adjust his hat so the skull was more centered.

"Thank you, my love." Rory smiled, taking the hand she was moving away and pulling it to his lips to kiss her knuckle tenderly.

The cannibal deer chuckled. "Careful now darling, I'd be tempted to think you wanted a bite."

"Just a nibble~" Rory said, giving her fingers a very light nip and humming.

"I.. R- Rory.." Alastriona was keenly aware they were in a park - granted there was no one around - a blush heating up her face as she tore her eyes to look off to the side.

"What is it, my darling deer?" Rory brought them to a bench in that secluded spot.

"I.. I don't deserve your charm.. it.." her face was moved to look at his, and her lips were caught by Rory's own.

"Yes, you do. Remember how you told me that you grew up a Creole in the time that you did?" Rory asked when they pulled away, getting a nod in return. "And, what did I tell you?"

"That.." she took a breath, as those words stole them every time, "that you wished you could see me, before my death, and bask in my beauty as you do now." Fuck, was she about to cry?

Rory said nothing, pulling her close. He looked up, frowned, and reached into his inner coat pocket. He produced a handgun, pointed it in the direction he was frowing, and pulled the trigger. Twice. All without a word, as his wife started to sob into his chest. Being the most vulnerable she'd been with him for about a year. Wether or not she heard the shots, she didn't indicate.

--

"Holy.." The gang had just watched the whole thing, from the time the two walked into the park, to when Rory fired those shots and ended the feed in a screen full of static. And the one who held the camera.

"Fuckers." Husk said, angry.

"We're getting her a therapist." Lucifer said, grabbing his phone.

No one said anything else. They all agreed.

--

When Rory brought Alastriona back to the hotel, it was getting dark out, no trace of her crying was present. Good.

They found everyone in a sitting room, all waiting fro them.

"Hey, uh.. Ona?" Charlie decided to speak up after what felt like an eternity.

"Yes, Charlotte dear?" Ah, radio. Helped make her not feel so raw.

"How long have yous two been married?!" Angel couldn't hold it in anymore.

Alastriona's smile became a flustered blush like nothing they'd ever seen before. "Oh, oh! That little sinner decided to take a few snap shots? Well, to think we'd tipped her rather well. And recommended her to management for a promotion." Shit.. they just made it so the Demoness had lunch picked out for tomorrow.

"Darling." Rory said, honestly happy they could just be themselves around this bunch of misfits, caroling his wife's penchant for violence.

Alastriona sighed, leaning into Rory's side, still able to talk clearly. "We've been married for about.. 27 years."

Rory nodded happily, smiling as he saw everyone's mouths drop. Take that, you pack of degenerates. "Best 27 years of my life."

Alastriona laughed, her face still flustered, as everyone's brains melted out of their ears in shock. She laughed louder when Rory pulled her along out of the room.

"So, darling.. about that gumbo?"

"That's my love."

Angel was the first to speak, "what da hell..."

#hazbin hotel #genderbent au #genderbent radiorose