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lifewithlemons00 · 4 years

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Best Friends Peter Parker x OC

Synopsis: In which a girl falls in love with her Best friend, but he doesn’t feel the same way, Right?

Words: Around 1000

Triggers: Swearing, Angst

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The human brain was truly a scary thing. Jane had plenty of things to worry about, what with exams coming up, but the only thing she could think and ponder about, was how Peter Parker could be so incredibly dorky but also so cute at the same time.

"Jane, what do you think?" her green eyes widen as she realizes said curly brown haired boy was talking to her.

"Huh? I didn't catch the question, what's wrong?"

"How do you think I should ask Liz to Homecoming? I know I don't have much of a shot, but I think... It would be, y'know, kind of cool to go with her."

His gaze retreats as a blush creeps on his cheeks, and picks at the half eaten lunch in front of him. Jane couldn't understand why he thought of Liz like that. Sure, she was pretty, smart, sweet, and just an all around good person... the brunette sighs as she blows some hair out of her face.

'Of course he would like her, she's practically perfect.'

"Well, you could always send some flowers to her, I'm sure she would like that." his chocolate brown eyes widen at the idea and mentally takes a note.

Good idea, I'll do that after school, would you come with me, to pick them out? I'm sure you would know what to get better than me."

She puts on a fake smile, and nods eagerly at the idea. Sure, she had a huge crush on her best friend, but she could never tell him that. He liked Liz, it was plain and simple. He always talked about her, and she couldn't bear to make him upset with her petty jealously. After all, what are best friends for?

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It had been two weeks since Peter and Liz were officially going to Homecoming together, and Jane couldn't help but feel less and less eager to be around her best friend. Sure, she always loved seeing, and talking to him, but when the only thing he could talk about was going to homecoming with a girl that wasn't her, she couldn't help but feel pangs of jealously. It was getting easier to have bursts of anger towards him. She felt horrible about it, he couldn't control his feelings for her after all, but between his new hangouts with Liz, and his 'Stark Internship' he didn't have any time for her anymore other than lunch break, and a couple classes they shared. Jane was becoming someone she didn't wanna be, and she didn't want Peter to see her as a jealous person.

So, she had decided to distance herself from him.

"He wouldn't miss me anyways." Jane thought as she locked her apartment, which was right next door to Peter's.

"I mean, he's probably texting Liz right at this moment anyways."

The door next to her opens, revealing said boy she was just thinking about.

"Well, this whole distancing thing will be harder than I thought."

"Hey, Pete.." she gives him a half smile, which he returns.

"Hey, I was thinking about what to wear for Homecoming, and-"

"I actually don't have time to talk, I'm on my way somewhere important." Jane says hurriedly as she stuffs her keys into her coat pocket.

"Oh, is everything okay?" She meets his worried eyes and instantly regrets lying to him.

'Yeah, just got... Um, a really important... Eye appointment." She doesn't keep eye contact with him.

"But you have perfect vision."

"Yeah, well things change. So... I'll see you around." the emerald eyed girl quickly walks to the stair exit as she hears Peter call her name from behind her.

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"Does Jane seem weird to you lately?" Peter asks Ned a week later at school.

She hasn't been sitting with them at lunch as of late, and hasn't been answering the texts Peter sends her. And even when she does answer, it's all one worded answers. Peter couldn't help but feel worried about his best friends weird behavior.

"Not really, why?"

"Well, she hasn't been sitting with us recently, and she just seems... Weird, right?" Ned raises an eyebrow at Peter.

"Okay for example, she told me she had to go visit her aunt Quinn and help her before school today."

"Your point?"

"She doesn't have an aunt Quinn." Ned laughs at this.

Yeah, guess that is pretty weird." Peter rolls his eyes at Ned's response.

"It isn't funny, I'm worried about her."

"Look, I'm sure she's fine. She probably just wanted to be alone today." Peter's eyebrows furrow at this.

"I don't know, I'm still worried."

"Then why don't you ask her about it."

"Shes been impossible to reach for the last week, and every time I do see her, she's got something else going on so she can't talk."

"Well, she texted me before lunch saying she was studying outside on the bleachers, why don't you talk to her now."

"She told you where she was but not me?" Ned rolls his eyes.

"Just go talk to her."

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So here Peter was, walking towards the bleachers where his best friend sat, alone, a book in one hand and a carrot in the other.

"Hey, Jane." her eyes leave her book, and widen at the sight of Peter.

"U-um, I actually was just about to pack up and go to class." the brunette says as she starts packing up her things.

"Class doesn't start for another 45 minutes."

"Well, you know me, I always like to be early."

"Can we just talk for a minute? Please?"

"About what?" Jane asks nervously, her heart beating faster as he sits next to her.

"About why you've been acting so weird the past week."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm acting like I always do." Peter's eyebrows furrow at this.

"We both know that's not true. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" his sad, puppy dog eyes make their way to her emerald ones.

"I... Just wanna be alone." She looks away from him, guilt eating her.

"But why? Are you mad at me or something?"

"No! That's not why. I just want to spend some time by myself." Peter could always tell when she was lying, should would always advert her eyes, and fumble with her fingers, which she was doing right at this moment.

"I know you're lying, Jane. Look, if you're upset about me not having time because of... the 'Stark internship'. I'm so-"

"It's not that, Pete."

"Did I say something wrong then? Please, I just wanna know why you'v-"

"Can you stop grilling me and go back to your girlfriend? I'm so tired of this." Jane huffs as she finishes packing stuff in her bag.

"Girlfriend? what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. I have to get to class." she quickly starts to walk away.

"Wait, are you... Jealous of Liz? You have good qualities too, there's no need to be-" this makes her turn around quickly, a dry laugh escapes her lips.

"You never know when to stop talking, do you Peter? You don't know anything, so why don't you just stop." anger was the only thing fueling her at this point, it was one thing to be jealous of Liz, but to compare her to Jane was one thing she couldn't handle.

"Then help me understand! I've been worried about you and I just want to know why my best friend's been ignoring me."

"You wanna know why I've been ignoring you? Fine. I'm fucking in love with you, and it feels like all you talk about is Liz. 'Hey Jane, what should I wear to Homecoming' 'Oh Jane, do you think Liz will like this?' I'm so sick of it, Peter. I just wanna be alone." As she realizes what she's just said, she huffs as she puts her head head in her hand and turns around so she doesn't have to face him.

It's silent between them for a few minutes, as Peter tries to take her words in. She loves Him.

"How long have you... felt this way?"

"I don't know.. Why does it matter anyways, you like Liz... Look, can we just forget I said anything. I'm sorry for yelling, I just. Don't wanna be around you right now." Before she could leave, Peter grabs her arm gently.

"Wait, can we talk about this? I just want to understand."

"Understand what? There's nothing to understand, Pete. You like Liz, I'm being an idiot right now. I shouldn't have said anything to you.." As Jane tries to retreat once again, peter speaks up.

"I love you too." Jane turns around quickly, her eyes wide.

"But.. You and Liz."

" I figured... Since we've been friends for so long, that's all you saw me as. So, I thought I could try to get rid of my feelings by going out with Liz. I would have never thought in a million years you would feel the same way as me." Jane's eyes water as she stares at the boy she'd liked for so long.

"Did it work? Are your feelings gone?"

"How could I ever get over someone like you? You're so smart, way smarter than anyone I've ever met. You've got the most beautiful green eyes, and when you smile at something you're passionate about... They just shine with this adoration and love I've never seen from anybody else before. I've fallen in love with everything about you, from the way you crinkle your eyes when you don't understand a question when you're doing your homework, to when you fall asleep at my house on the couch, and you've just got this... Beautiful, Peaceful look on your face. Everything you do makes me feel like I'm going crazy, and I can't help but love every little thing about you."

Jane's eyes turn into waterfalls as her tears cascade down her face, and embraces the one person in her life she cares the most about. His arms wrap around her instinctively, and he can't help but smile as she cries in his arms.

“So, I guess this means... You forgive me?" Jane chuckles as she looks up at Peter.

"Only if we can go to Homecoming together." he smiles down at her, wiping one of her tear stained cheeks.

"Sounds like a date."

#peterparker #tomholland #fanfiction #fanfic #peterparkerxoc #peterxoc #writing

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merpiplier · 2 years

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It’s a Strange way of Saying that I Know...

Summary: Peter 3 gets back to his own universe and immediately looks into what’s changed; a lot has, some stayed the same, and around the corner Peter finds his new beginning, his older variants words ringing in his head.

Warnings: angst (I mean, it’s tasm peter, there’s gotta be angst), coffee shop au? as a warning?, probably ooc, basically 2 bi-disasters meet and fall in love in the most cliche way ever

Peter sighed as he stood up, groaning as he stretched and glanced around down the alley he’d gotten dropped back into. He was back home, well… his version of home.

His body ached all over, the fight with five of the various Spider-Men’s villains leaving him bruised and beaten. But… relieved, at the same time.

After 6 years… he knows now how he could’ve saved her…

The thought made his eyes sting.

Footsteps started getting closer, and Peter felt a jolt of panic for a moment as he pulled his mask on. He stayed still as possible as a woman walked by, bundled in a thick coat and scarf rushed by, cussing about being late. He sagged with relief and looked up, zipping to the roof of the building nearby.

He had to get home, get his stuff, see what’s changed if anything.

He hoped they’d changed things.

5:08 AM found Peter Parker at his apartment, going through his old texts, voice mails, reading through articles to piece together how their efforts in the other universe had changed his own.

No Lizard. No Electro. Dr. Connor’s was still at Oscorp, with no ambitions to bring New York to the next step in human evolution. Max Dillon was still an electrical engineer as well. Harry…

Well… Not everything changed.

Gwen was still gone, and nobody but Harry or his past self could know exactly what happened. And Harry had been killed much like the Green Goblin from his older variant’s universe.

“I knew it was too good to be true…” Peter muttered, wiping at his eyes. He’d hoped that that would’ve changed. Even if they weren’t together, or didn’t talk anymore, at least she’d be alive… He’d hoped so much for it.

Rubbing a hand harshly down his face, Peter slapped his laptop shut, threw his phone on his messy desk and proceeded to face plant into his bed. He was emotionally, physically and mentally drained after all that. His New York could get by without Spider-Man for at least 4 hours.

9 am, and Peter was packing his suit into his backpack, with the slim hope that he could wash it before he actually had to use it again, and running out the door to get to work. He had thought about trying to get a position as an intern at Oscorp or something, a long time before he’d found all the videos and clues left behind by his dad, and with every one working there becoming some form of super-villain… probably not the best idea.

Instead, Peter had to run to the coffee shop closest to the Daily Bugle, so he could get everyone’s orders to them as quick as possible, and hopefully he could sell some of his pictures so he could actually pay rent in time this week.

With a huff, bundling himself up in his coat, Peter ducked inside the cafe, shivering slightly from the biting wind. He glanced up and sagged at the sight of the line. Great.

Peter bounced his leg as he waited, glancing around the shop to see if it looked any different. Maybe a bit? Honestly, he’d been getting so little sleep lately it was a surprise he could remember anything at this point.

He remembered the older version of himself in the other universe, frowning slightly. He should’ve asked his age, seen how long it’d take before his life might finally come together. It sounded like he at least was in a much better head space than he was. Peter was, for lack of a better term, a complete fucking wreck, on a good day.

“Uh, guy, you ready?”

Peter blinked, coming back to the present to find-

Oh.

Oh holy hell.

“Um…” Big brown eyes stared at Peter, glancing past him then back. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Peter swallowed. “Uh, fine, I’m, yeah, I’m good.”

“Cool.” A beat, as the employee glanced down again, then arched a dark brow. “You… gonna order?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Peter cursed under his breath, pulling his phone out so he could list all the things he needed for the office, once he was done he looked back up to the man in front of him, watching dark hair with a red ombre fall in his face as he tapped on the tablet in front of him, his jaw dusted with stubble and his voice smooth like a perfect latte as he spoke again.

“That everything?” A wordless nod as Peter continued to stare. The man grinned and Peter melted. “Name?”

“Parker. Oh, uh, Peter. Peter Parker.”

The man nodded, looking back up. “We’ll call you when you’re ready.”

“Cool.”

A beat, before Peter felt an elbow in his back and he jolted, stepping out of the line, but continuing to watch the man work behind the counter. Eventually another employee came to take his place, and he disappeared into the back. Peter felt himself deflate in disappointment, and he sighed, pulling out his phone to message Jameson he’ll be running a bit late.

“Peter Parker?” His phone went off at the same time as that smooth voice called out into the cafe.

Peter quickly pocketed his phone and smiled as he walked up to the counter. “Yes?”

The man nodded to a triple layer of drinks and carriers. “Your drinks.”

“Thanks.” Peter glanced down to the man’s lapel, and froze. “M-M.J…”

Oh my god. Was this… did he have an MJ too?!

“You’re welcome, Mr. Parker.”

Peter swallowed, looking up again. “Uh, Peter. Peter is fine.” He grinned, probably a little manically, his mind running a million miles an hour. “I’ll see you around.”

MJ nodded slowly, waving before he turned to go back into the back. Peter had to resist the urge to skip out of the cafe. He carefully scooped up the carriers and walked out, grinning like a complete idiot. Maybe this week wasn’t so bad.

First he got to travel between dimensions and find out that all the things he thought were impossible were possible, met a wizard, and his other selves, and cured Connors and Max. Then he met someone who could possibly be his MJ. Does that mean soulmates are real, too? Cause if MJ was a constant across the universe like that then… well, they had to be, right?

Now, was he ready for that?

Peter slowed, his smile fading slightly. He missed Gwen, more and more ever single day, impossibly so. There wasn’t a day he didn’t think about her and regret ever letting her get mixed up with him. But… she wouldn’t want him to just mope about for the rest of his life.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and Peter blinked, then cursed when he realized he’d walked three blocks passed the Daily Bugle. He spun around, carefully re-balancing the drinks and jogged back, preparing himself to face Jameson’s wrath.

#tasm peter x oc #tasm peter x male oc #bi tasm peter x bi male oc #peter 3 x male oc #peter 3 x oc #give this man all the mj's its what he deserves #my writing #tasm #it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you fic #tasm peter x miles james watson #ginasfs peterxoc fic

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mcuparkergirlfics · 2 years

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Felicia || Peter Parker

Felicia - Wattpad - Fanfiction.Net - AO3

Summary: Following the aftermath of Spider-Man: No Way Home, Peter Parker tried to pick up the pieces of where his life was going after all he's been through. Aunt May's eternal words lingered through his mind as he continued living the life he was forced to lead, without any distractions, so he thought.

Felicia Hardy found her life difficult as is, the year was a disaster and she didn't expect to improve. In walked a man who made her forget how lonely she felt. The day she covered a shift for Michelle Jones was a day she'll never forget. PeterxOC. AU. Romance/Fantasy

Warning Content: strong language, strong sexual scenes, trigger warning: rape, death, violence, depression.

Status: Incomplete

Word Count: 2,530k

Inspiration: Felicia - Tag

Taglist: Click here to sign up!

Chapters: Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10

Playlist:

#peter parker #mcu #marvel #spider-man: no way home #spiderman fanfiction #felicity hardy #michelle jones #peter x oc #black cat #peter parker x reader #post no way home #tom holland #felicity jones #zendaya #fic: felicia

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theres-no-real-love-in-you · 2 years

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Give me your favourite Peter Centric fanfics also No PeterxOC or PeterxReader Please.

If Netflix do FINALLY get around to making the Narnia Series please don't make Peter out to be a complete douche!. That would ruin my day.

#chronicles of narnia #netflix #fanfiction #peter pevensie #king peter the magnificent

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queeniev · 3 years

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Hey!! I know it’s been a while. I don’t even think many people will see this. With everything going on with Wattpad and WEBTOON I’m a little nervous about my story being deleted. So I was wondering if any of you guys would like to read it.

It’s a Marvel fanfiction based around PeterxOC (She’s wonder woman’s daughter, only Wonder Woman is added into the MCU for this... maybe)

I have a prologue explaining everything and seven chapters written already. I don’t know if I should post it here or on AO3 (same username). If any of you guys are interested to know more or if I should just publish already, comment, like, reblog, etc. It’d make my day :)

#fanfic #marvel #ocs #peter parker #the avengers #fix it fic #alternate universe

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pickybearcub · 4 years

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I have a fic series based in the MCU that's PeterxOC and BuckyxOC if anybody is interested in me posting it here?

Somewhat overused plot where someone from our universe lands in the MCU. Tried my best not to make it cliche. Part 1 and the Prequel are actually done, so might do the posting schedule a chapter every other day or something like that. Part 2 is ongoing.

#Peter x oc #Bucky x oc #Avengers #spiderman #Captain america #Infinity war #Endgame #Peter parker #Bucky barnes #Steve rogers #Tony stark #fanfic #Au #Mcu #What if #The second sun #Getting to know spiderboy #To infinity

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dollwritesarchive · 5 years

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Hello! Thank you for allowing me to have that prompt! No worries about the no smut rule :) Also, it turned into a buckyxangel!OC and ghost!peterxOC. I hope you don't mind :( I'll be posting the masterlist and first chapter sometime tonight or tomorrow (my time)! I'm pretty excited and I super hope you like it!

I GOT THE TAG THIS MORNING AND I CAN’T WAIT TO READ IT MY DEAR!!!! <3 thank you so much for participating!!

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raging-violets · 6 years

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Fics we have coming up

*In no specific order

Riley:

Crossroads - 3 Ninjas, RockyxOC, ColtxOC

Throwing Curveballs - 3 Ninjas, RockyxOC (sidestory/mini sequel to Crossroads)

Phase 01 - Spider-Man: Homecoming, PeterxOC friendship (OC is a male)

Little Sister - Big Time Rush, KatiexOC, KendallxOC

Fanning The Flames - Chicago Fire, SeveridexOC

Darkness Before Dawn - Until Dawn, MattxOC

Slipping Away - Chronicles of Narnia, PeterxOC (if I ever get around to this)

Seven stories for The Flash, BarryxOC, KillerVibe

Six stories for Suite Life, ZackxOC, CodyxOC, MoosexOC, Cailey, Zaddie

The War At Home, Riverdale, ArchiexOC, (maybe JasonxOC as well)

Untitled, Dawson’s Creek, JackxOC (I may not get to this one)

Rhuben:

Army of One - Criminal Minds (first idea for a (potential) series)

Hindsight - 3 Ninjas, RockyxOC, ColtxOC (been working on this one for a long while)

Untitled, 3 Ninjas, ColtXOC (potential side-story to Hindsight)

Disarm - The Flash, EddiexOC (still deciding when this takes place)

Untited, The Flash/Criminal Minds crossover (might not get to this)

Three ideas for Big Time Rush, LoganXOC (still deciding if one idea will have OCs - also still working on changing how we characterize Dak Zevon)

Ripple Effect - Riverdale (slow developing plot bunny)

Creek Stomping - Dawson’s Creek, PaceyxOC (may not get to this one)

Front Lines - Chicago PD, MousexOC (still in planning/”movie in my head” stage)

Untitled, Just My Luck/McFly/Busted, DannyXOC (haven’t yet decided on romance or friendship)

Go Big or Go Home - SSX 3 (been working on this for a long while, may not get to it)

#just so you know #if there's any you'd like to know more of #please let us know #send in asks #keep checking back in case we add more

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ceruleanmusings · 6 years

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Long time lurker. Could you do 92 for Peter and Crystal?

Man, I haven’t touched my Narnia universe in a long time so this may be rusty! Thanks for sending this in, it’s given me a kick in the pants that I’ve needed to go back to them (dear God, it’s hard to find a good ship name for them so I’m eternally bound to the simplicity of Peter/Crystal at the moment). *cracks knuckles*

Prompt: 92. “Sometimes I really don’t like you.”Fandom: Chronicles of NarniaPair: PeterxOC

The soft glistening sand cushioned her feet and brought a beaming smile to her face, one that barely rivaled the sun above. It was a nice and very welcomed change of pace to the cobblestones that lined the streets of the Rayuvian kingdom.

Don’t get her wrong, she cherished her moments away from the castle where she could roam the streets, see what new trinkets the merchants had to sell, listen to the lively conversations of her “subjects”—oh, how she despised the word—and feel the breeze on her face rather than breathing in the same, stale dusty air up within the castle’s confines. However, she could not ignore the ache in her arches by the time she turned in for the night. Her flat shoes did little to support and her traveling boots didn’t fare much better, either.

The boots in question hung at the tip of her curled fingers as she tilted her face up towards the sun, taking in the cool salty sea-breeze that ruffled the hem of her traveling skirts. She dug her toes into the white sand focused on the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore. She needed to visit more often.

“Am I interrupting something?” If possible, Crystal’s smile got wider as she opened her eyes and whirled around. She stumbled slightly, her feet catching on the hem of her skirts, but she regained her balance to rush towards her approaching companion.

“Just my peace and quiet, but considering it’s you, I’m not complaining,” she replied. The minute Peter got close enough she stood on her tiptoes and threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Her breath came out in a slow, content sigh as his chest pressed against her and his strong hold encircled her waist. Her lips turned down in the corners at their parting but she rearranged her face as he looked down at her. “You’re late,” she noted, giving his arm a push and flashing a teasing smile. “You know it is rude to keep a lady waiting.”

“My apologies.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand and bowed in an exaggerated manner, causing her to giggle. “It won’t happen again, Your Highness.”

“Peter, no!” she groaned, turning away from him. “Please. You and the others are exempt from ever calling me that.” She started walking and glanced down at Peter’s feet as he fell into step with her. “Just like you’re exempt from wearing those,” she said to his boots. “No shoes allowed on the beach.”

Peter snorted. “Since when do you make the rules on my beach?” He spread his arms and motioned towards the castle in the distance. Cair Paravel loomed overhead, standing tall and watching over them.

“Since you kept me waiting,” Crystal replied, lifting an eyebrow. He flashed a particular boyish smile that made her lick her lips and her stomach tumble in the best way possible. She turned away from him, starting to walk along the beach. “Think I’m allowed a little compensation,” she called over her shoulder.

He quickly fell into step beside her. “I really am sorry.”

“I know. I appreciate you coming to spend time at all. I know you’re busy.”

“As are you.” Peter lightly bumped his elbow against hers.

The shockwave shifted all the way down to her toes. Clearing her throat, she put on a teasing smile as she stated, “That I am; such is the case, you’re lucky I had precious time to spare for you.”

“Oh, precious time? Is that right?” Peter placed a hand to his chest whilst applying a mocking tone to his words. “Then I should only be so lucky as to breathe the same air as you, Your Highness.”

She huffed a breath through her nose and he chuckled. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you’re the one who requested to come see me.”

She nodded. “I did.”

“Not Su?”

“I assume she’s been busy deciding between the best fabrics to drape for her upcoming nupitals, no?”

Peter nodded. “She has been busy. But she enjoys it. Lucy has gotten in on the preparations as well.”

“When she’s not spending time with James, that is?” Crystal asked with a knowing smile.

Peter’s gaze darkened as he hummed. “Yes; remind me to ask Su to give her more tasks.”

“Pete!” she admonished, “sooner or later you are going to have to accept that Lucy is growing up.” He grunted which only made a chuckle rise in her chest.

“Who says?”

“You’re impossible.”

“You said that already.”

She shrugged. “You haven’t changed.”

“Have I not?” The intensity in which his question was directed at her made her stop in her tracks. Her toes sunk into the sand. She was vaguely aware of him stopping by her. Despite the long sleeve of her dress her arm burned where his brushed against hers as he stepped around her, standing in front of her as if looking for an answer on her face. It was a joke, an offhand comment, but not to him.

She gulped. He stood above her, blocking out the sun. It cast an odd, golden glow around him. The cascading shadows sharpened his jaw, darkened his eyes, enhanced every cut and ripple that was hidden beneath the sleeves and pants legs. But only just. Not that she noticed.

She bit her lip, many prepared jokes dissolving on her tongue. That wasn’t what he needed right now, she knew. She felt it. “Pete…” She licked her lips. Her heart beat hard against her chest. The ocean waves beat against the shore in time to the steady rhythm and she glanced down to see a faint blue glow around her hands. She curled her fingers against her palm and the glow subsides; the crashing waves returned to a gentle lap.

She looked up at him. “You had to make a few tough decisions lately. I understand they couldn’t have been easy but they had to have been made. And no one else could have made them but you. Okay? You stood by your people, you did what had to be done. You gave them hope, a chance. You’ve lead them out of tight spots, through uncertain fate.” It wasn’t until his fingers curled around hers did she become aware that, at some point, she had taken his hand. Her thumb brushed against his knuckles. “You light a fire in them, rather than just feeding your own. You’re a good man, Peter Pevensie. You deserve to give yourself a break.”

Peter’s jaw relaxed; the muscle that had been previously twitching in the corner stilled. His shoulders lowered, relaxed. She wished she could mimic him; her statement—a rushed confession of sorts—took the edge he had dropped. She dropped his hand and grabbed at her arm, anything she could do to make a barrier in front of herself. Keep him from getting too close lest her heart beat right out of her chest and ram into him. Maybe then, only then, he’d see how much he’d changed. He’d see himself how she saw him. And he’d get it.

“You’re right,” he stated, the two words a whisper against the wisp of wind that brushed by them..

She cracked a smile, recovering quickly from the topic whiplash. “Come again? Don’t believe I hear you say that often enough.” His smile broke through as well and she sighed. This was good, safe ground.

“I do think I deserve a break.”

“You could stand to relax a…wait. Peter—no!”

With a sly smile and mischievous gleam in his eye, Peter advanced before she could brace herself. Her legs, entangled within the skirts of her dress, slowed her down. His long arms looped around her and, all at once, she tilted, her feet left the ground in one swoop.

“Put me down, you…you fiend!” she called, pressing her boots into his back in an attempt to slow him down. His long legs chugged on, carrying them both and his following laughter straight towards the water.

“Fiend! Well then, I may as well live up to the name, shouldn’t I?”

“No, you really don’t have to.”

“Oh yes, I think I do.”

“Peter!”

She wiggled and kicked, all to no avail as, within the next second she blinked, the clear water enveloped her head and filled her ears and soaked her clothes. Her body tightened, curled, and then unfurled. Her hands brushed against the loose sand sifting in the currents and she managed to get back to her feet. She spluttered, swiping her tongue against the droplets on her lips. The salt skidded across her tongue, causing her to make a face.

“Sometimes I really don’t like you,” she stated to his gleeful smile. She reached up and pushed wet, stringy hair out of her face.

“You said I needed a break. I was merely taking your advice.”

“How does tossing me aside count as you taking a break?”

He approached, the water sloshing around his knees and darkening his pants legs. She imagined his feet were weighed down due to his water logged boots. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. Her skin immediately burned beneath his touch and a trail of goosebumps erupted over her arms as he pushed wet hair behind her ear. “Well, it was fun so…” his words trailed off as his gleeful smile widened.

It wavered the second a smirk curled on her lips and she lifted her hands. The blue glow returned and, by the time she drew her arms back, his smile slipped from his face all together. She thrust her arms forward, the water below mimicked her motion, surging forward and drenching Peter.

It was his turn to splutter as she laughed. Water droplets dripped from his hair and the tip of his nose. Averting her gaze from his now seemingly clinging shirt, she turned one of her boots upside-down and watched as water slipped out of it.

“Thank you.” A glance at his face earned her another kick to the stomach, in the best way possible. “For what you said. Thank you.”

She shrugged and rubbed her arms. “You’re welcome. You’re just…really hard on yourself sometimes. You don’t need to add more pressure onto your own shoulders. You’re doing the best you can.”

He lifted his chin. “How are you doing, then? How rude of me, to not ask.”

Crystal’s mouth twisted to the side. The knot in her stomach that had been untied the further she got from Rayuvial re-tightened a this question. She clicked her tongue, a very uncouth manner for someone in her position, she knew, but habits died hard. “I’m getting by. All your lessons and advice…they’ve all come in handy. More so than I thought.” She blew out a breath, her lips vibrating. “There’s so much to learn and remember and do! Let alone getting used to everyone calling me ‘princess’.” She made finger quotes around the word.

“Speaking of which, how would you like us to address you? As Crystal or Calla?”

The question made her take pause. She frowned. It was a good question, a good question indeed. In fact it was one she had been trying hard not to have to answer. Her father—Narnian father, birth father—had slipped up a few times lately, slipping her birth-name by before she had a moment to correct him that Calla, in fact, was wrong. She wasn’t Calla.

At least she hadn’t been before they were whisked off to the magical land of Narnia all those months ago. Or back to Narnia in the Pevensies case. It was no wonder all this came with such ease to them. Every morning they woke up, they knew how to tackle the day compared to her. Every morning she arose she had to remind herself that she wasn’t with them anymore. That she had her own land to tend to. That she was a princess now. That everything was different and changing.

How was one to choose? She didn’t feel like a princess, and yet, she didn’t feel like her old self either. Not after the battles, the tension, the adventures. The near death. Her lips formed a line. Her life had once been laid out before her: attend school, become a teacher, meet a fella, have children, and take care of the house. Once she entertained the idea of becoming a nurse but she let that go when her father—her real world one—put her back on the right path, the accepted path. The one life expected of her. One world wanted her one way, one wanted her a different way, and all she wanted to do was go and hide.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to even be a princess, I don’t know if I want to go back home. I just…don’t know what to do.” She turned her questioning eyes to him. “How did you know what to do?”

Peter took a moment before he replied. “I trusted that Aslan knew what he was doing. Knew the right path for us. That he would always be there, even if we can’t see him sometimes.” He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m sure you can handle it. You’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.” The gleam in his eye allowed a proud smile to come to her own face.

She knew he was thinking back to that fateful day in the tube tunnels, when she not-so-subtly made it known that she wouldn’t stand for her school peers to make comments about her. A lifetime ago…Oh, she had a fire then. One that grew out of control quickly, one even she couldn’t control on her worst days. And while it kept her going, it also burned her until all that was left she didn’t recognize. A wide-eyed shell that had seen too much, heard too much, did too much. Was that the path that Aslan wanted her on?

“You have a lot of faith in me,” she noted.

“Faith can move mountains. And in your case, quite literally.” He pushed aside his wet hair and twisted at the waist, glancing up at the castle. “I’m ravenous. Stay for supper? I’m sure the others would love to see you as well. I can’t hog you all to myself.”

Who says? She clamped her lips together before the thought shot out of her mouth. “Getting rid of me already, Pevensie? And here I thought you missed me.”

He turned back to her. “I did.” She wasn’t fast enough to stop the shocked, choking noise that stuttered in her throat. “We all do,” he quickly corrected himself.

“I miss you lot as well.” She reached up and curled her fingers around his elbow; his fingers twitched on her shoulder.

“Besides, I have since learned that I cannot get rid of you.” He winked. “Lord knows, I’ve tried.”

With a gasp of indignation, she playfully pinched at his arm and wiggled out from under his hand. “You’d be miserable without me. Now, considering you’re the reason I’m now soaking wet”—she ignored the roll of his eyes—”the least you can do is escort me up to the castle.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“Peter!”

He stuck out his tongue, turned, and knelt in the semi-shallow water. She sloshed forward, hooked her arms around his neck, and leaned forward, allowing him to lift her with ease. As he adjusted her nose brushed against his neck and she took in his scent, a pleasant warmth spreading within her. He smelled like sunshine.

#anonymous #this turned out muuuch longer than i intended #guess i missed writing for narnia more than i thought #fandom: chronicles of narnia #ficlet #answered

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todtomatoes · 9 months

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Translation: This is the story of how I found love…in the bush. So I bathed them and kept them. You don't have a partner because you don't want to.

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Quien reconozca la publicación que use de plantilla quiero decirte que te amo.

Oficialmente mi OC de escasos recursos tiene lore, el cual es basicamente de que es mantenido, que viva el amor.

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Whoever recognizes the post I used as a template I want to tell you that I love you.

Officially my OC in a state of poverty has lore, which is basically that they are a kept, long live love.

Psdt: Here is a little doodle that I liked. Psdt 2: I hope with all my heart to pass my exam tomorrow.

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lizziebennet · 7 years

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what's the quality peterxoc fic? :))

enjoy ;)

#quality may be a slight overstatement but #fic rec #anonymous #aurora got an ask

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rm-multi-fandom-fanfiction · 7 years

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By: Shantel Lukasik

The Crest Family meets the Pevensies at the Professors and goes to Narnia with them. What part do they have to play there? How do they ironically have the same ages and amount of siblings? Mostly about the boys PeterxOC EdmundxOC

#the chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of narnia fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #narnia #edmund pevensie #oc #peter pevensie #miscellaneous

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merpiplier · 2 years

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It’s a Strange way of Saying that I Know... | pt 2

Summary: Spider-Man bumps into MJ again, quite literally, and Peter and MJ have a talk about nerdy things before MJ asks Peter out... platonically, of course. Or, maybe not?

Warnings: they’re both giant nerds so, uh, nerd talk? dnd? is that a warning?

Peter slammed into the wall with a groan, practically peeling off of it in his daze before he recovered and just barely stopped himself from splattering against the sidewalk below. He grit his teeth as he swung onto the building closest, stumbling for a moment as everything shook with a massive crash and the creaking of metal. You'd think Rhino would've learned his lesson from last time, but noooo. Of course he had to break out to try to steal materials from Oscorp, why wouldn't he?

Now... how to stop him so he didn't do too much damage...

After a couple seconds thought, Peter swung down, yelling to bring the Rhino's attention to him. “Yo, Aleks!” He waved as the suit turned toward him, he could almost hear Aleksei frothing at the mouth at the sight of him. “Aw, did you miss me that much you had to break out? You know I'd come visit you anytime you want, you just gotta ask!”

“Spider!” Rhino bellowed, his guns on his shoulder gearing up to fire, crouching down ready to ram into Peter again. “You should stay down!”

Peter eyed the guns cautiously as Aleksei went on, rambling on and on about crushing and maiming and beating him. Same old Aleksei. “You know, you'd think the time in prison would give you the chance to come up with more material, Aleks.” He braced as the guns started firing, throwing out a massive, thick layer of webbing to catch all the bullets before they could hit anyone or anything. Then he swung up, firing more of the thicker webbing into the turrets and launchers on the suit.

With a final swing, he grabbed a manhole cover before he went into freefall, swinging the heavy metal for the glass window of the mech to break it open, before he webbed Aleksei to the wall of the mech with the thicker, less pliable webbing, making him lose any semblance of control of the machine. He dragged the cover back into place and saluted to the police officers waiting before he started swinging off again.

He got 2 blocks away before he could hear the chamber in his webshooters click, signaling the end of the cartridge. Oh, goody.

Peter looked down, then up, and flailed for a moment before he started freefalling.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He tried to find something, anything he could grab onto before he hit the ground. He might not die, but he did not feel like healing up whatever broken bones he'd get from this.

He heard a gasp, a clatter, then felt something heavy slam into his side, stopping his downward momentum and sending him sprawling into the wall relatively unharmed.

“Dammit...” He heard a groan and felt himself tense. “And that's why you're not a superhero, Miles. Fuck.”

Peter slowly turned his head to find... the barista, from before, MJ... oh dammit.

“U-uh.” He jumped up to his feet, offering MJ, or Miles, apparently, a hand up. “A-are, are you okay?”

MJ nodded, grimacing. “I think my phone's more damaged than I am. And you?”

“F-fine.” Peter swallowed, glancing down the alleyway. “Uh, why, why'd you help me?”

MJ huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, like anyone would willingly let Spider-Man get hurt, sure.” He scooped up his broken phone with a sigh. “Why were you falling in the first place? Your whole thing is, you know, not falling.”

“I...” He shrugged. “Ran out.”

MJ stared for a couple seconds, trying to decipher what that could possibly mean, before he let out a soft gasp and nodded. “Oh, I guess that is a little silly to expect that you could like... just make those webs naturally, huh?”

Not... entirely. “Y-yeah.”

MJ then felt his phone vibrate, looking down at the cracked screen with a curse. “Ah, shit, listen, I gotta get home, it was so cool meeting you.”

“I can walk you home.” The words were out of Peter's mouth before he could think. Brown eyes glanced to him, before MJ smiled wide, and Peter's breath was knocked out of his lungs by just how pretty he was.

“That'd... be really nice. Yeah, if it's not too much trouble.”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded, smiling behind the mask. “Yeah, yeah no trouble. Schedule is... all clear.”

“Cool.” MJ nodded down the street. “I'm this way, then.”

They walked for a while in silence, before Peter couldn't help himself but to start rambling. “So, uh, what's waiting for you back home? Any, uh, girlfriend or anything? Or could be a boyfriend. I dunno, whatever.” Oh god, please.

MJ laughed. “I'm flattered but, no, nobody. I just have to finish something for tonight. I guess I don't have to but... I want to get it done.” MJ rubbed at the back of his neck. “I, haven't really told anyone else this but... I've been working on this project for the last year, a painting that I want to finish before the year ends and... see if I can sell it. You know, as proof that the last year of my life and all my free time wasn't for nothing.” MJ glanced over, looking embarrassed. “Does... that make sense?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I think I get it. You don't want all your efforts to go to waste. But, you know, just being able to sell your work doesn't measure your worth for it. It's nice, but at the end of the day a lot of artistic ventures are... marketing, you know.”

MJ nodded thoughtfully. “I know, I understand that.” He shrugged. “Like you said, it'd be nice. And acknowledgment is also a nice added bonus. Oh.” MJ paused, turning fully to face him, and Peter felt his heart thump in his chest. “I guess a lot of people don't tell you this but, thanks for keeping us all safe. I know it's probably pretty hard on you.”

“O-oh.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, he almost forgot he was in the suit. “Yeah, but I mean... someone's gotta, right?”

“Right.” MJ grinned, continuing on. “You know something weird... you sound so familiar...”

Shit! “Oh, huh, that's super weird. I definitely have never met you before ever. Or maybe I have, maybe you heard me one of the, uh, fights.” He swallowed, he had no idea what he could even reference. After the trip back, he knew that the fight with Lizard and Electro didn't happen in this timeline and universe anymore so... who the hell has he even fought in the past?!

“Maybe...” MJ hummed. “I think I saw you fighting Vulture once.”

Who the hell was Vulture?

“Oh, yeah, that's totally it. Has to be.” Peter cleared his throat. “Kay, so, uh, how far ‘til your place. Oh, that... didn't come out right. I just... I mean.”

Miles laughed again, waving him off. “You're fine. This is actually me here.”

Peter looked up and had to resist his jaw actually dropping. You're telling him, that this man had been living in the same building as him, this entire time?!

Miles gave a shy little wave, making Peter's heart go crazy in his chest. “I'll see you around, Spidey.”

He automatically gave a gave back, then sagged as Miles entered the cramped, falling apart lobby.

“What the fuuuuck.” He muttered under his breath, going around the edge of the building to climb the fire escape to his apartment.

He whipped off his mask and went on to have a minor existential crisis, because what the hell was this? What was his life? What was anything anymore?

After his very short meltdown, that he handled very well, all things considered, Peter found himself in the laundromat downstairs, scrubbing a grime stain out of his suit with a sigh. Thankfully, everyone else seemed to be out or sleeping in the building, so he had it to himself. He still had a pillowcase for the suit to go in, so no one would see it in the wash in case he fell asleep or something. He still couldn't really believe MJ had been in the same building. How had he never seen him before?

He supposed it was possible that it's something that changed when the timeline got shifted but... something like that? Seemed an odd thing to change. Giving up on getting the dirt out, Peter shoved the suit into the thin pillowcase and dumped the rest of his laundry in the washer. He was relatively sure all the color had stopped bleeding out of the fabric by now, so everything else should be safe. About... 92% sure on that.

“And now to wait...” Peter huffed as he closed the washer and turned it on, then flopped onto one of the rickety benches in the waiting area. He hummed to himself as he plugged his headphones into his ears, playing a random song as he rested. The first time in a long, long time.

The door opened, and Peter jumped, cracking open and eye and gasping, immediately choking as he did.

“Oh, shit.” MJ held up an apologetic hand. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.” He dropped a stuffed duffel by one of the free machines. “Usually no one is here around now.”

“Y-yeah.” Peter wheezed. “I noticed, sorry for, uh, taking your usual time.”

MJ shrugged, loading his clothes up. “It's cool, no need to apologize.” He dropped the lid of the washer with a clang and turned, propping against it to face Peter, and he felt like choking again, because he somehow looked amazing in this dingy, badly lit basement of a laundromat. “Say, you seem familiar... have I seen you before?” He scoffed before Peter could answer. “Wait, that's a really dumb question, sorry. If we both live here of course I've seen you before.” He smiled easily. “'s been a stupid long day.”

“I-I get that.” Peter cleared his throat. “Uh, I think you work at the cafe I go to, for uh, for work.”

Miles stared for a couple moments before he snapped his fingers. “That's it! I knew you looked familiar.” He tilted his head. “Peter, right?”

“Yeah.” Peter grinned, internally scolding himself for being happy hearing his own damn name in that syrupy voice. “Yeah, and you're... MJ, right?”

“Yep. Miles James, for, uh, long.” A beat, and he nodded to Peter's chest. “You into Dnd?”

Peter blinked, looking down to his shirt. A very old worn design of a Dungeon's and Dragon's meme he forgot he even put on after he changed out of his suit. “Oh, uh, yeah kinda.” He shrugged. “I never played, but the shows are fun.”

MJ sighed. “Yeah, that's usually the problem, isn't it? I've always wanted to but, uh, I'm not exactly creative enough to actually run a game. I've made like 6 characters and have 7 sets of dice already though.”

“The clicky-clacky math rocks are so nice though.” Peter grinned. “I collected some maps and minis but, yeah, I understand the struggle.” Especially because it's hard enough to get together with anyone with a normal life, let alone with a double life as Spider-Man.

“Ooh.” MJ smirked. “Maybe we should set up a game. Probably would be easier if we live in the same place.”

Did... did he just... semi ask Peter out? On a nerdy semi date?

“Oh, that...” MJ flushed. “That... probably came out as... a bit forward. I mean, if you want to, as friends, I'd be good for that. I don't have too many friends here that like stuff like that, and... uh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “We could watch a movie? Maybe, LOTR or something?” A beat. “As, as friends, I mean.”

Peter gaped for a couple minutes, before he realized he needed to actually answer before MJ backpedaled on the invitation. “No, yeah, sure. That, that sounds awesome. Any of it.”

MJ grinned, pushing off of the machine to sit on the bench next to Peter. “Cool, so uh, maybe not tonight, since it's like... 2 am almost, but tomorrow night?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, then reeled it in and cleared his throat before he answered. “Yeah, yeah tomorrow night. Do you wanna...” He awkwardly held up his phone, and MJ nodded, reaching across to take Peter's phone to plug his number in. Peter felt a shock along his skin as their fingers brushed, and he swallowed hard as he typed the number and contact info in, some dark hair falling out of the tie he had pulled it back with.

“There, I, uh, put my apartment number there, too.” He winked. “Come by anytime you want, Pete.”

Oh. Oh he was in trouble, wasn't he?

#tasm peter x miles james watson #bi tasm peter x bi male oc #tasm peter x male oc #tasm peter x oc #tasm #peter 3 x male oc #peter 3 x oc #my writing #it’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you fix #ginasfs peterxoc fic

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