#tad fiske

[swynlake-spill]

Pip Seville rebounded FAST. Kissing your ex? Classic.

Hm. Getting conflicting reports on this one. Anon, i hate to go there but are u a lil bit racist....? Those Pixie lights are low but...

as far as i know, Pip was spotted sobbing on Milo's hunky shoulders while Tad and Hiro ended the night together! Doesn't sound like Pip rebounded at all to me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#daily spill #tad fiske #hiro hamada #pip seville

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Ok, so we’re getting somewhere!! (^.^)

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

Masterlist

Miles shifted slightly in his spot between Hobie and Pavitr, mask comfortably pulled over his face and staring down into the abandoned warehouse the Prowler had told them the meeting would be held. It was dark, darker than he’d thought it could get, and they weren’t talking because this was more of a stealth mission than anything else.

Across the way, and sticking to the side of the wall, Miles can see Peter B with Gwen. When they came up with the plan, Miles had had to act fast before he could end up getting partnered with the two of them. He’d taken up rank next to Hobie, holding his hand and stating loudly that he was going to be partnered with him no matter what. Prowler had blinked at them, over the building plans for the warehouse, before flatly telling him that he didn’t actually care how they divided themselves up. Gwen had looked a little heartbroken. Peter B looked sad, patting Mayday’s head softly.

Hobie had worked hard trying not to look thrilled. He had only partially succeeded.

What Prowler needed was…not exactly simple, but understandable. He’d explained to the Spider team about how his dad had died when he was younger (the only uncorrupted cop on the force, and lost his life because of it; Gwen had scoffed at that, quietly so that Prowler didn’t notice, and rolled her eyes, and so did Hobie, but Miles believed him), and his uncle had helped him and his mom get by. How Uncle Aaron had become the Prowler, and worked for Kingpin (“what the hell?” Miles had muttered to himself, and “shifted universes” Hobie had whispered back) until he got hurt. Badly. Bad enough to be out of commission for a while.

Miles-42 had discovered a part of his uncle’s secret while he was injured — namely, that his uncle had been the Prowler but not who he’d been working for. Not knowing what else to do, he’d donned the mask and turned to petty crimes, knowing that his family needed money and his uncle couldn’t help for the moment. He’d kept low, not wanting to get caught by anyone, but was eventually discovered by Kingpin; he’d been pulled (threatened) onto his payroll, right as his uncle got better, and was trapped there now.

“I just need help to get out,” he’d told them, “but Kingpin practically rules New York. His reach is literally everywhere.”

“So where, exactly, do we come in?” Hobie had asked, eyes narrowed down at him. The Prowler met his gaze head on, but didn’t say anything until Hobie continued. “How do we help you break out?”

“Fisk’s smart,” he said, smoothing out the edges of the architectural plans, “he’s not just in charge of Brooklyn, but Hell’s Kitchen and Manhattan as well. We’ve gotta get him at the secret meetings and gatherings of the underground.”

“And we think Kingpin is going to be at these secret meetings?” Peter B asked skeptically. “After you just said he was smart? That doesn’t sound so smart, honestly.”

“Fisk won’t be there, no.” The Prowler admitted. “But we’re not looking for him. Yet.”

“But we’re helping you get away from him.” Gwen said.

“We gotta hit him where it hurts first.” He said, sounding just a tad impatient. “Fisk doesn’t show up at these meetings, of course not, he’s far too smart for that. What we need to do is capture this guy first.” He slapped a picture down, showing a smaller man with brown hair and glasses. “James Wesley, Fisk’s right hand man. We get him isolated and alone, we can get to Fisk that way.”

“What exactly do we do with him once we get him alone?” Margo asked, staring down at the picture with a frown. “Where are we supposed to take him? If Fisk’s reach us as long as you say, he’s got the entire force in his pocket, right? Wesley would be given right back to Fisk, no questions asked.”

“What if we put him in one of your gadgets?” Noir said, and Margo shot him such an unimpressed look that Miles practically felt it in his soul. “Like at the Spider Society?”

“Oh, come on, even Noir?” Mikes couldn’t help saying, and Gwen shot him a look this time, sort of like is now really the time, Miles?, to which Miles sort of glared at her a little bit, and Gwen glanced away with a small blush.

“No, but that’s a good idea.” Margo said, “if I could create a small portable force field, we could trap Wesley in that and keep him with us for now. He won’t have electric powers that would blow the barrier out. Will he?” That was directed at Prowler!Miles, who shook his head.

“Wesley’s got nothing far as I know.” He said, “he’s just hella smart and hella loyal. You won’t get any information outta him, and he won’t turn on Fisk to save his life.”

“We don’t need him to.” Hobie said, scratching the side of his face. “Apparently, we just need him out of the way long enough to get to Fisk.”

“And his family.” Prowler added, and the entire Spider team groaned in unison. “His wife, Vanessa, she’s almost like the driving force behind Wilson’s goals. It’s sort of like he had the will and the drive, and the goal, and Vanessa encourages him where he needs it. Convinced him he’s doing the right thing, whether he is or not. Take her out of the picture, it makes Kingpin lose focus.”

“So right hand man, wife, then Fisk.” Hobie listed, and the Prowler nodded firmly. “Sounds a blast, mate. When do we start?”

“There’s a meeting tonight.” Prowler said, and pointed to the building plans. “And this is where it’s gonna be.”

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #pavitr prabhakar #miles 42 #miles g morales #peter b parker #margo kess #spider noir #spider ham #mentioned Wilson Fisk #mentioned James Wesley #this was more plan-y than I’d planned #ahahaha made a pun #still in earth 42 for this #I thought we were getting somewhere #can you tell I watched daredevil #and absolutely LOVED IT #literally my favorite of the Netflix marvel stuff #was so hella bummed when they cancelled it #anyway…. #not so much punkflower in this one #sorry friends #part 8

[maxalotlxl]

The Valkyrie's Daughter by Tiana Warner

4 Stars

Loved this. My first and only real major complaint about this book was I do wish the characters was aged up a tad, I would have loved for some heavier scenes, darker combat/war scenes. Plus I'm just not someone that overly enjoys teenage stories.

Sigrid was slightly annoying especially mid to later book. Yet this behaviour was understandable to a young girl that has been treated poorly by those she idealises and then suddenly just seemed to have everything thrown at her at once. Everything she wanted and more, and not everything was as she wished.

Mariam my poor sweetheart was trying her gosh darn best and doing it so well. Sure, the introduction wasn't the best girl behaviour but she seriously felt to have her priorities straight. Girl wanted her best friend back, she did it. She wanted to stop a not so good invasion, she did it. Then she wanted to go see her mum. No bad words for Mariam she's the best.

And if Mariam is best girl then Fisk is best boy, (Hestur is the real best boy BUT) he was introduced like the comedian side character for us and the other MCs to laugh at but he was so much more. He was integral to the mission. He supported both the ladies and ensured things got done.

I will say I would have been so petty to the Valkyries after saving their asses and coming back victorious from a mission I wasn't allowed to go on. I guess Sigrid is better than me.

I am excited to read The Valkyrie's Shadow in 2024.

Finished 26th of December

#The Valkyrie's Daughter #tiana warner #wlw books #sapphic book recs #book recs #booklr #fantasy

[gollageek]

Zak Saturday: Come on, its just a jackelope!

Rex Salazar: Look man, I don't know what it is, but small animals just want to kill me.

Monroe Lee: Its true, every inch of my being is telling me to rip out your kidneys and use them as a salad topping.

Monroe Lee: The only thing stopping me is that I don't like the taste of kidneys.

Juniper Lee: Hey guys, I got that bait you wanted... Rex! Where are you going?

Rex across the park behind a tree: I don't wanna be around you, or your little demon dog anymore!

Monroe: Well that's a tad extreme, don't you think? I was merely joking... mostly.

Zak: and... the jackelope escaped...

Fisk: *shrugging* Wah Woh

#team teen #rex salazar #juniper lee #monroe lee #zak saturday #fisk saturday

[the-metropolis-marvel]

are there any villains youre particularly excited for in terms of writing?

theres 2 off the top of my head

(also I might be reconsidering recasting Bruce and Clark, Cavill and Affleck are great but They're a tad too old for a lot of the characters)

Darkseid(Ron Pearlman as the voiceclaim)

Darkseid is a character there I was extremely apprehensive on including in the au.

Zack Snyder used Darkseid in an admittedly interesting way, having him manipulate superman into doing things he would usually would not do.

But the end result was a fascist dictator that spat in the face of not only everything that superman stood for, but also his creators.

I recently saw troyoboyo17's vid where he wrote a sequel to man of steel and he compared darkseid to the unstoppable force of hatred in the world we live in(racism, xenophobia, homophobia, transphobia, Misogynism, antisemitism, genocides etc)

He asked the question of "what happens when the unstoppable force of hate meets the immoveable object of hope"

Darkseid is a being that is so powerful he goes past the very multiverse itself, the physical embodiment of hate. so, what happens whenever pure hatred meets pure hope? Well as much as hatred does all it can to batter, beat, mutilate and destroy someone's spirit, one thing will still remain, hope.

Lex Luthor(Christian Borle)

Lex Luthor(much like superman) was a character that I never really understood the appeal of, but the understanding of superman as a character who fights against injustice made me realize "who causes the most amount of injustice? the rich and the powerful)

my version of Lex is an insecure mess, so insecure that he wears a wig to maintain his public image. The paternal abuse aspect is something I found was interesting with Lex

but like most things in that universe it was wasted. His entire desire for public approval was making up for something he never got in his youth(think like Fisk in the MCU). He wants so badly to be The world's savior and he views Super-powered people as direct competition, growing a hatred towards them, Superman being at the top of the list. He uses his privately owned news networks to spread anti metahuman propaganda, and has several very wealthy people backing his various attempts of running for a public office to try and enforce laws against super-powered individuals in the united states. His main financial and political enemy is Bruce Wayne

He's not really an allegory for any one government figure, but more of an allegory for the government itself.

#man of tomorrow au #superman #darkseid #ron perlman #Cristian borle #Lex luthor #dc au #superman au

[nameless-brand]

Party - Aftermath:

"And if not, well," the silver-haired politician spoke softly as if to not get overheard, "you certainly have a lot of money, but your age, your..." He deliberately tilts his gaze upwards towards her rainbow hair, "proclivities, your lack of a proper partner... it may be difficult for your guardianship application to get accepted."

The 57-year old John Fisk is dressed in a nice tuxedo that is fitted to his sinewy middle-aged frame. His teeth are immaculate as he shows her a kind, helpful smile.

Both a politician and a lawyer, he says just enough to imply but not incriminate. The man's modus operandi is to fight for the party that gives him the most benefits - whether it be money, property, or perks - so long as it remains legal on the books.

A perfect example of Lawful Evil.

"You certainly make a good argument," Sato starts carefully as she swirls her red drink - a non-alcoholic virgin mary. She sighs in defeat, "Having a discussion at your place does sound rather promising in resolving our...issues."

His lips curl a tad bit higher at her acquiescence, his thoughts likely on the payout he was going to get; she really does wonder who paid him to tarnish her reputation.

----

The man's plan looked simple on the surface - a dirty old man threatening a young woman into his bed - but that simplicity was where the trap lied. Had Mr. Fisk been a concubine of the imperial court, the rest of the harem would not know how they died.

He's accounted for her public persona well - a fiercely independent young businesswoman with a strong sense of social justice.

That woman wouldn't choose flight. That woman would try and fight back instead - and fail because of her age - because of her inexperience with intrigue.

Certainly the threat of having Chi taken away from her custody would spur that woman to action. She'd want to eliminate the threat directly. She'd accept his offer to go over to his place, just so she can record him either incriminating himself or taking hostile actions towards her - believing that she could outsmart and blackmail him.

But all that would likely happen is that she stays for a bit - maybe actually have a discussion with the older man. But that'd be it. He would never lay a hand on her. Because that was never his plan.

All he needed to do was have her come over.

And the implications of a young businesswoman going over to a politician's home after a party would do the rest.

Scandal would put the nails in her coffin, her image of a virtuous, independent businesswoman destroyed.

How interesting.

----

She takes a sip of her drink before continuing on.

"But I'll have to decline."

Fisk's grin falters slightly, his brow creasing and gaze slightly sharper than before. He opens his mouth, likely to say something inciting, but she silences him with her next statement.

"If the time with my charge is to be cut short," she says as she takes a sip of her drink, "I'd rather stay by her side as long as possible."

She bows her head slightly in apology, "I do feel bad about rejecting your wonderful invitation."

Gazing right into his perturbed eyes, she grins, allowing him to see every bit of her pearly whites.

"But don't worry... Once my charge isn't around, I am sure we will have plenty of time to get to know each other."

#not visible ic #headcanon ;; #ic ;; #homophobia tw // #just in case //

[i-am-obnoxious]

Don’t Do Sadness | Riding Vibes

@foreverydinger

Tad felt like his vibes were completely shattered. Weed did nothing to get rid of the edge. The nervous upset energy that came after the guy he loved broke up with him. Samwise Theodore Fiske was sad. He was so sad, and he didn’t know how to pull himself out of it. The usual way to push down any uncomfortable or sad feelings wasn’t working.

Sad. 

He had never realized the world could look...gray. Like all the bright fun vibes were ripped from the sky and from his tummy and gone off planet. Tad’s eyes became waterfalls, and his sister even started asking more about what was up in his universe. 

This wasn’t Tad. But Tad hadn’t pictured breaking up with Pip. That wasn’t in his zone. Why would it be? Pip was just...he was amazing. He was perfect. But he also didn’t trust Tad. He didn’t think Tad could be someone he could count on. That made Tad feel smaller than a goldfish.

But Tad needed to push past this. He needed to...he didn’t know how to handle these sad vibes in him. His eyes were still waterfalls, though the flow was now more like a trickle than a steady stream as he made his way out of the house and went out to meet with Tony.

Was this a smart thing? No. Was Tad worried about trying to be smarter in this moment? No. He had tried so hard for months to be right for Pip and to love Pip and be who Pip needed. But he still messed it all up.

He spotted Tony after a long minute, shoving his hands in his pockets and making his way over to him. “Hey,” he said hoarsely, hoping the other would ignore the vibes radiating off of him. 

#foreverydinger #p: don't do sadness #r: riding vibes #i forget what we did call them #so i'll just call them something else #who knows

[thinkpcsitive]

Samwise Theodore "Tad" Fiske: ENFP

ENFPs are people-centered creators with a focus on possibilities and a contagious enthusiasm for new ideas, people and activities. Energetic, warm, and passionate, ENFPs love to help other people explore their creative potential.

ENFPs are typically agile and expressive communicators, using their wit, humor, and mastery of language to create engaging stories. Imaginative and original, ENFPs often have a strong artistic side. They are drawn to art because of its ability to express inventive ideas and create a deeper understanding of human experience.

Merry Christmas Lena!! @tadwisethebrave

#swynrpsecretsanta #tammyaesthetic

[sonotthedrama]

Samwise Theodore "Tad" Fiske: 31st January (Aquarius)

You get bored with the status quo and are generally open to new things and ideas. An individualist and a free spirit, your friends are quite important to you as long as they do not try to tie you down by making too many emotional demands on you.

Your thoughts are offbeat and you're a bit eccentric, but not always very changeable. As a matter of fact, you can be quite stubborn at times. Very fair-minded when dealing with large groups or broad issues, you are not always emotionally sensitive to the needs of individuals.

Extremely objective, with good powers of observation, you would be qualified to study technical and complicated subjects, like science, computers or maybe even astrology.

Merry Christmas Lena!! @tadwisethebrave

#swynrpsecretsanta #tammyaesthetic

[tadwisethebrave]

Where Are You Christmas? | One Shot

Date: whenever the uni holidays were about to start.

Summary: Tad's mom calls about the holidays.

The holidays were upon them, and Tad had been thinking a lot about the past Christmases he'd had back home in California with his parents and Galadriel. There were also a few years they'd drive up to a cabin and snowboard for the holidays. It was always a good time at the Fiske home.

And maybe Tad had changed a little from before. But he'd still kind of expected to go home and see his family. At least until his mom called him just as the university holiday break was about to start. "Samwise my brave boy," she started with, Tad busying himself packing up one of his bags.

"Mom. The break's finally starting. Isn't that sweet? I was thinking like-" he started to say, but his mom interrupted him before he could put his thoughts to words. "Oh honey, we've been thinking of you a lot too. Especially about everything you've gone through."

Tad hummed, fiddling with his hoodie drawstring. "Yeah yeah it took a while to get to a good vibe again, but I am now you know?" "Oh of course! But you know, your dad and I... you know we'd love nothing more than to see you right? And we really really would. But we worry it wouldn't be the right environment for you right now."

And that hit him right in the jellies. Tad felt like his stomach was a churning wave, unable to calm the more his mother spoke. He didn't expect his parents to cut off from pot or anything. But at the same time... Tad felt weirdly bummed that they weren't even trying. Did they really want to see him? Tad felt like the vibes were all wrong now with his parents. Were they bummed he'd sobered up?

"Oh." Tad managed to say after a while. This was weird. Tad usually always knew what to add. He always knew how to keep the vibes good and keep his days pretty bright. Tad couldn't fix this vibe. He just felt sad. "You know your dad has a few friends from college visiting too and Galadriel... maybe you can have a good holiday with your friends this time."

This time. As if next time would be any different. Tad wasn't the smartest person in most rooms. He wasn't quick to catch on to a lot of things. But he could understand that these things wouldn't change next year either. How long had his parents been vibing their own way without thinking of him? Or even his sister?

"Sure mom. I've got some pretty awesome friends over here," Tad agreed softly after a long minute. "Anyway I should probably go. There's an epic snowball fight about to go down and stuff. So yeah. I..yeah. Love you. Bye mom." He hung up quickly after that, flopping back onto his bed in his dorm room.

So...he was alone for the holidays. That was cool. Tad was...he would vibe. Probably. Eventually. Right? He sniffled, reaching up and slowly wiping away a tear that he couldn't quite stop. He turned on his side to face the wall, figuring he could just lay there for a while until hd figured out how to be solo holiday excited Tad.

#p: where are you christmas #inspired by my travels #sorry tad best boi

[swynlake-spill]

boba who are our hottest couples right now my finger is so not on the pulse

omg is this not OBVIOUS??

Alana and Jake. DUH. I mean! Look at them! Look! R U Looking? Granted, this is a case of a woman making her man relevant bc truly jake is the most average looking slice of discounted grocery store cheesecake nothing 2 me in the world but it doesnt matter bc their combined power is PROM KING AND QUEEN SHIT!

2. MARLIN AND HATTER!! It was rumored. It was teased. It was heavily suggested through many park dates but just a few days ago, MARLIN AND HATTER CONFIRMED THEY R DATING!! cannot wait for the official hard launch until then have this surreptiously snapped photo of marlin and hatter greeting each other on the street.

3. HIRO AND TAD!! Ah, young love beginning in Paris! It's a cliche but who cares when you are as cute as these two! fascinated with them already the combination of tad's inability to take a photo with more than 2 facial expressions and hiro's camera aversion make them so deeply #cryptid coded. good for them!

#daily spill #alana triton #jake rogers #hiro hamada #tad fiske #marlin bae #david hatter

[swynlake-rp]

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#swynaccepted #beauty and the beast #finding nemo

[dr-drckken]

Extra Credit || Takken

@i-am-obnoxious

The new semester had only just begun, but already the department had expressed their...concerns over a few of Drakken’s students. In general, they had gently told Drakken that a good portion of his students didn’t seem to be performing as well as they wanted. He didn’t take this personally, as it was obviously the students’ fault not the teacher’s. 

There were only a few students that Drakken had been willing to extend a helping hand toward. Not that Ferb needed any of that help, that kid was too brilliant! 

But the Fiske kid? Drakken didn’t mind him since he wasn’t annoying during class and wasn’t a complete pest like most of the other kids. Because of this, Drakken offered him things to do for extra credit when his regular work came back with not so great scores. He had told the kid to meet him after school to discuss another one. 

“Alright, so, you tell me what you are capable of doing as far as biology goes,” Drakken said. “And we can come up with something that’ll get you to a passing grade.” 

#title: (extra credit) #ch: (theodore 'tad' fiske) #(takken)

[ceterisparibus116]

hi! i've finished all of daredevil after nwh aaand idk i feel like it's such a gen z thing to stereotype the characters into their zodiac sign (i'm sorry i can't help it!!!) was wondering what's your (or ur followers) take on that if ur into that at all. from what i've gathered i feel a mad taurus energy from matt, because of his stubbornness. also a hint of capricorn (maybe his moon?) with how brooding he is idk. and a leo placement for his arrogance and confidence??? what do you think lol

Ooh this is interesting! I mean, disclaimer: I know like nothing about zodiac signs. But I consulted a friend (@artemisjpotter, she's super cool) and googled fiercely and at first was thinking taurus too, but now I'm thinking scorpio? Which almost works because his birthday is October 21.

Anyway, here are the things that stood out to me from this article about Scorpios:

Scorpionic energy often appears calm and subdued but is intensely emotional underneath the surface

Scorpio is a fixed sign, meaning Scorpios tend to like stability, routines, and home life (yes, I think Matt likes these things, even if he has a tendency to mess them up)

Scorpios are famously discreet and even secretive, with an air of mystery around them.

Other personality traits include fearlessness, boldness (thanks to Mars), passion, creativity, and fierce loyalty

Scorpio's depth can create tunnel vision at times, and this is a sign that can be a tad obsessive

Scorpios tend to hold onto grudges, negative energy, or obsessive thought patterns about people or situations that have wronged them (I don't know that I think Matt really holds grudges, except against people like Fisk, but he definitely struggles with negative, obsessive thought patterns)

Scorpios would do well to remember that their friends, partners, and co-workers are not mind-readers. They should always remember to communicate emotions and talk about how they're feeling

Scorpios seek the truth—and if you're keeping a secret, they'll be able to tell

The shadowy side of this sign involves holding grudges, keeping secrets, and seeking revenge

any career that involves research or in-depth analysis is Scorpionic territory (#lawyer)

Scorpios typically gravitate toward folks who can help them understand the deepest and most true parts of human nature—and tear down societal taboos along the way (be still, my Karedevil heart)

But yeah, I really don't know anything about this stuff, and welcome others to chime in!

#matt murock #daredevil #meta #zodiac signs #asks #ask me things i'm friendly

[plus-size-reader]

Allies

Matt Murdock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2075 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Wilson Fisk’s daughter learns something very interesting about her past, something that leads her right to Matt Murdock’s doorstep

——————————————————————————————————

You wanted him dead.

Never in your life had you wanted your father dead, not as incredible as he’d always been to you, but that had all changed recently.

Wilson Fisk, the most wonderful father in the world, had always done everything he could for you. There was nothing you wanted that you hadn’t gotten, in all your life.

As far as the material things life had to offer, you always had everything you wanted, but there was one thing that you couldn’t forget. There was one thing that you wanted more than anything that he couldn’t give to you.

...and that same thing, was the one thing he’d taken from you, it seemed.

Your mother, an angel walking among the monsters of this planet, had died when you were fourteen years old. She was in an accident, laid up in the hospital for a week, and then died in the middle of the night.

Ever since then, all you wanted was her. You wanted to hear her voice again, to hug her again, but that wasn’t a luxury you had. No one did, no matter how much they wanted it.

That was what your dad told you, whenever you asked about her. He said that he wanted the same, that he missed her dearly, but you were beginning to think that was all a lie.

You heard him talking about her, to Wesley, the biggest weasel of all time. He talked about how the events unfolded, how he tried to fake an accident, and how she wasn’t supposed to survive.

He talked about having to find a way to ‘put her down’ from the hospital, while she slept in that bed. That was how he phrased it, like putting down a rabid dog.

It was nearly enough to make you sick.

You weren’t supposed to hear it, supposed to ever learn the truth, but that didn’t change the fact that you did. From the moment those words left his lips, you could hardly look at him.

However, there was a sort of beauty in the way you found out. You were able to find out without having to figure out the hard way, and no one knew that you knew.

It was all you’d been waiting for.

For some reason, as soon as you knew the truth, it was as if you were seeing the world with fresh eyes. Everything your father had ever told you, especially about your mother, was a lie. It forced you to call into question everything you knew about the world around you.

There was just no way around it.

Perhaps what you did next was foolish, some kind of pathetic rebellion against the only family you had left. Though, at the moment, you didn’t care about that.

All you cared about was getting back at the man you thought you loved for what he’d done. From this second on, Wilson Fisk might as well have been a complete stranger.

He certainly wasn’t the man who raised you, and he never would be again.

He was a murderer, and naturally, that led to the only man in Hell’s Kitchen who could help you figure out what your next step would be. They called him the Devil, but the way you were feeling, you may have made a deal with the actual devil.

Your mother was murdered, taken from you for no reason other than your father’s greed and selfish rage. That wasn’t enough for you, it was never going to be enough.

He could die for all you cared, it didn’t matter.

You had been loyal to your father, your only family, for far too long but without that bond, you didn’t have any reason to care what happened to him. Without that, he was just another criminal who needed to be brought down.

...And you knew just the man for the job.

The first time you saw him in person was at Vanessa’s art house, carrying a white cane that you were sure served him no purpose.

You had only ever seen pictures before, of Matt Murdock, but you’d been watching countless hours of footage of that man in the mask, of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and you could have spotted him anywhere.

It was a shot in the dark, something you could have been wrong about, but you didn’t think so. You didn’t have much of a choice, in the state you were in, and you were desperate.

You needed to see someone, anyone, that wasn’t directly in the pocket of your father and his men. As best you could tell, this masked man was one of the only people in the world who wasn’t.

This was all you could do.

Casually, you made your way over to him, a soft smile on your face. You knew that he couldn't’ see you but this wasn’t about making a good impression on him. This was about making everyone else believe that you were what they thought. As long as you were daddy’s little girl, the apple of his eye, there would be no reason for your father to question what you were doing. For right now, that was the best you could do.

“Looking for someone?” you asked, a soft smile on his face. You weren’t entirely sure what you wanted to say, how to proceed, but you knew that you had to try.

After all, he was your only hope. It wasn’t like there were a million other people waiting around to help you find justice for your mother.  

“Oh hello, I’m Matt Murdock” he smiled, doing his best to come off as unassuming and nonthreatening. You were hanging on his every word, waiting for a chance to say what you wanted to say, but you didn’t have to.

Frankly, he knew who you were, and assumed that you had nothing of value to say to him. Though, he was only partially right.

When you opened your mouth to speak again, you said something about your favorite painting on the far side of the gallery but what he was focused more on was the piece of paper you slipped into his hand.

You gave no indication of what you wanted on your face, but your heart was hammering against your ribcage, indicating that whatever it was made you pretty nervous.

Whatever it was, it was dangerous.

“My father is here, Mr.Murdock. If you’ll excuse me” you allowed, moving slowly away from the man over to where your father and his men had just started toward the doors.

You knew that your plan was foolproof, at least for now, but that did little to ease your paranoia. Everything had to go perfectly, or you weren’t sure what would happen.

Nothing guaranteed your safety, especially not now that you knew just how far your father was willing to go to get what he wanted.

You had to be careful, more careful now than ever before.

“Of course” he hummed, sticking the tiny slip of paper in his pant pocket, hiding it away from any prying eyes. Whatever it was you needed, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t a tad bit curious.

Having you as a contact would certainly put him a bit closer to Fisk than anything else would. If nothing else, it would be an interesting development in this whole thing.

It wasn’t like you could lie to him, after all.

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The slip of paper you’d handed Matt was embossed with braille, something that shouldn’t have impressed him as much as he did. You had the resources to figure out something like that, and you certainly were smart enough.

More than anything though, you decided that it would be the most private option you’d have for a private conversation with Matt. Most people wouldn’t be able to understand the meaning of each tiny, punched dot.

It only enforced the idea that only the two of you could understand what it meant. He had to admit, it was a bit eccentric, but much better than if you just handed him a written note.

That would do very little for either of you.

Even more interesting than that, however, was the context of your note. What you wanted from him wasn’t even outlined, nor was any sort of contact information.

All that was there was a single thing, in the center of the sheet, a time.

It hardly meant anything to him in the moment, standing there on the corner of the street, feeling over the raised ridges of each number. It wasn’t possible he’d read it wrong, or that he’d misunderstood.

All you’d included was a time, ten o’clock, to be exact.

It didn’t make any sense, and it wouldn’t until, of course, ten o’clock that evening, when you knocked on the front door of his apartment. It was out of the blue, and more or less a total intrusion, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t have the luxury of caring.

In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have had to partake in something so strange, and so late in the evening, but this was the best you could do. With what he recently happened to Vanessa, and all the enemies your father had, he didn’t let you out of his sight.

You’d had to sneak out away from his men as it was, and you had no idea how long you’d be able to be out before they tracked you down and dragged you back home again.

For such a nice place, the palace your father had built was beginning to feel like a prison.

“Good afternoon, Mr.Murdock. I apologize for coming on such short notice” you tried, doing your best to keep your wits about you, in such a strange time.

You liked to think that you were the smartest person in every room, like you were three steps ahead of everyone, but that wasn’t necessarily the case in a place like this.

Matt Murdock could easily get the best of you if he tried.

“What do you want? It’s a little unusual isn’t it? You coming here, alone” he clarified, noting how in the past, you were always accompanied by at least one armed man.

It didn’t seem right to have you here, all alone, without any explanation of why you were here.

“I didn’t have a choice, did I? My father’s men would have your head on a stick if they knew I was here” you sighed, only moving again when Matt stepped back, a clear sign that he wanted you to come in.

You had a point, as strange as it was.

If anyone saw you here, there was no telling what kind of trouble it would cause. It was bad enough that men were trying to kill him constantly when he left his home, but if they knew who he was, it would be so much worse.

...And the last thing you wanted was to ruin his life. After all, you needed his help.

“I’ll make this quick Mr.Murdock, I came to propose something to you” you started, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. He could either help you or not, and it wouldn’t take long for him to decide.

Every minute you were here, you put both of your lives in danger, more than they already were.

“It has recently come to my attention that my father butchered my mother, something I cannot let stand. I would like to help you, in your plan to bring him down”

It was a pretty good sell, as far as you were concerned. No one in their right mind would turn it down, and unfortunately, Matt agreed.

While being allies wasn’t something he was excited about, or looking forward to, in any way, it did make sense. You would have an insight into what your father was doing that he couldn’t hope to have without cracking some skulls.

Unfortunately, it seemed like the best option he had at the moment, and there was no way he’d turn it down. Clearly, you must have been sort of desperate to come to him.

It didn’t hurt that your heartbeat had maintained its steady rhythm the entire time you’d been talking, something he took to mean you weren’t intending to lie.

Whatever your father had done, it seemed obvious that there was no going back from it.

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A King on a Leash ch10

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn’t keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter’s life is  in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the  only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that  to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

Warnings: violence and guns

Peter’s POV

Peter sat in front of the mirror, hooking the clasp of his necklace around his neck. He admired the diamonds on his neck as they caught the morning light. If he closed his eyes, he could just remember Tony's lips on his, his back crushed against the wall, the sound of chatter in the next room, all while Tony finally claimed him out in the hall after his performance. One would think having a necklace like that, one clearly meant to represent a collar, would be constricting and scary. But that was the day Peter came alive.

His wedding ring was pretty. It was a daily reminder, a symbol to all who saw it, that Peter was taken. But the diamond necklace, few men could afford anything like it. When you saw it around Peter's neck, you know who he belonged to as sure as having his name tattooed on his throat.

Peter admired the gems with pride. He rubbed a bit of moisturizer into his face. Then he brushed off the white fur of his coat. No suit today. Today, he was Tony's prized possession more than his partner and to be clear Peter didn't mind the sort of reduction in status. Not when they were meeting with Wilson Fisk. Fisk understood Peter's value. He understood his power, his cruelty, his loyalty. Though, he couldn't deny that Fisk looked at him as he would any Boss's wife. A look that was a tad misogynistic. He perceived Peter as feminine and therefore Peter was delicate and to be protected. If nothing else, it served Tony in his endeavor to keep Peter safe from Toomes.

So today's ensemble was one of Peter's first gifts from Tony, the fur coat. He'd replaced the white ankle boots with something new he picked practically straight off the runway. Or at least, Tony did. Tony was the one who kept up with fashion. Peter was fine wearing last year's boots, but Tony would never have his husband be so disrespected by his own clothes. Leather pants and a silk shirt turned the looked into something that was either a fabric nightmare or a visionary statement. Peter was never sure. But he was wealthy enough and high profile enough these days that anything he wore ended up on someone's Pinterest board after a day spent in the gossip mags. A trophy husband if there ever was one.

He met Tony downstairs, enjoying the way his husband eyed him up. "You ready, angel?"

"Ready and willing," he winked. Tony kissed his lips. Then he walked around him to grab his jacket. Peter took it from his hands and helped him into it. He noticed that his arms felt bigger than last he'd noticed. He'd must have been working out more often. He wanted to roll his eyes. Obviously, he was still feeling insecure. Despite their talk, it would probably take time for him to shake the feeling. It would be easier for Peter to just get rid of Harry and be done with it, but staying friends with him would be more likely to help Tony in the end. Let him see that there's nothing to worry about when nothing ever happens.

Happy drove them today. He and Tony went back and forth going over security details. Peter hoped they were just being paranoid. Wilson was unlikely to be a threat, but dining at a restaurant came with risks. Though Peter wondered how well tattooed Latino gangsters would blend in anywhere that Wilson saw fit to dine. They would stick out like a sore thumb. Not that it wasn't possible that they had friends.

The security team went in first. Then someone came to escort each of them from the car and into the building.

The restaurant was full of the same upper class snobs Peter sucked up to at donor events. Well, not now that he knew who was actually keeping the lights on. They were the sort of people who wouldn't be able to describe their waiter after leaving their table because they wouldn't look twice at someone in the service industry. Then again, Tony probably wasn't that different and people probably assumed that Peter was the same. Not that it bothered him. His fur coat was worth as much as a New York penthouse so people could think whatever they liked.

They found Wilson sitting alone near the back. A half wall separated him from the rest of the diners. He stood as they entered, greeting Peter with a kiss on his hand.

"Good to see you again, Wilson." Peter offered his prettiest smile. The man smiled fondly in return.

"Nice to see you in good health," he said. Peter could sense the implication that he knew about the situation with Los Tiburones.

"How are you this morning, Wilson?" Tony asked. They all sat down and a waiter took their drink orders. Peter looked too closely at his face, anxious that he might recognize it.

"Wondering why you're the talk of the town yet again."

"I'm a popular guy."

The waiter brought drinks and took food orders. Peter caught the way everyone at the table and the guards standing around all stiffened in preparation, but nothing happened and the waiter left again.

"Toomes says you're affecting his business."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Toomes let his boys wander around where they shouldn't have been. They're lucky they walked out alive. I'm sure they'll be out of the hospital and back in business in no time."

Wilson chuckled, helping himself to one of the rolls on the table. "They have this honey butter here," he said to Peter. "It's house made and always just right. Not too sweet." He passed the rolls to Peter who took one for himself. He didn't eat a lot of bread, but he wouldn't be rude to Wilson Fisk either.

"I'm sure you're right," he said now to Tony. "Still, let's be cautious about stirring up trouble at a time like this."

"Sure, sure. What about you pissing off that cop?"

Wilson waved his hand. "A pig is a pig. And what do we do with pigs?" He winked at Peter. "We make bacon." He laughed raucously at his own joke. Peter smiled politely.

Plates of food were delivered and conversation slowed as they ate. Half way through his meal Wilson chimed in again. "How is the wedding proceeding between Pepper and your Capo?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Just waiting for your approval I'm sure."

Wilson laughed. "One thing you aren't meant to do is marry within your own family."

"They're a good match," he reasoned.

"You would know what Ms. Potts needs I'm sure." He gave Tony an amused, but no less suggestive look.

"You and Pepper?" Peter raised an eyebrow at his husband.

Tony waved the thought away. "It was more something to get out of our systems than it was a relationship. Pepper and Happy have been dancing around for formalities' sake for too long. So I told them to go for it."

Peter snorted. "You handed me two giant glasses of vodka and sent me after them. They were so sloshed they forgot they weren't the only two people in the room. It took Bucky to separate them before any more clothes came off."

Wilson laughed again, head tossed back. "Young love, eh? No, I'm happy for them. One weakness deserves another."

"Love can be more than weakness, Wilson," Peter said.

Wilson gave him a fond smile. "For you, I'm sure it's every bit strength." He took a bite of sausage. He turned back to Tony. "So, what will you do without your underboss?"

"She hasn't decided yet that she's retiring." Peter couldn't help but notice how guarded his body language was. Still and drawn in. Was it the conversation or had he noticed something in the room?

"She will," he nodded. "She'll want children, a real home, something quiet and away from the trouble."

"If that's what she decides, then I'll make sure she has it."

"And who will take up the mantle?" Wilson spared a glance at Peter.

"That hasn't been decided yet, either."

"Hm."

"Do you have a suggestion?"

Wilson cleared his throat. "I mean no offense by it, but I think it would be unwise to promote your husband to such a role."

Tony's eyes narrowed, but only for the slightest second. "And why is that?"

"Not because he isn't capable, but because it won't lead anywhere good. An underboss is meant to do the work your hands are too busy for. And the two of you live up each others asses. You'll be juggling the workload for both, not because he cannot handle his own, but because you won't be willing to let him. Sending him out to play with this lowlife gangster was risky enough."

"You wanted your diamonds and you got them."

Wilson shrugged. "I'm not unappreciative. You gave me back Vanessa's diamonds and I handled that business at the precinct. It all ended well. Save for this problem that you are having."

"It'll be over soon."

Peter saw the ambush coming at the same moment Wilson did. All three of them whipped out their guns. Peter and Tony fired on the pair in front of them. A bullet whizzed past Peter's ear nearly close enough to put a hole in him. He turned, looking around the room. Four bodies on the floor. Four men standing. He grabbed Tony's arm at the same moment Tony reached for him, but they were both okay.

"Time to go," Wilson declared.

The rest of the room stared in shock and awe as they fled the room. One of Wilson's men met them at the door and escorted them out. There was more shooting behind them. Tony wrapped his arm around Peter and pushed his head down, pulling him into his side. Peter could have killed him for it. He couldn't protect him tucked into his side like a duckling.

Tony shot a man before he could fully remove the shotgun from his coat, but otherwise the violence remained behind them. Then the door to the restaurant closed and the screams and gunfire went away.

The three of them got into Fisk's limo. The inside was decorated as extravagantly as a grand theater. The lights were shaped like diamonds and hung down the side walls. The floor was carpeted in burgundy, the seats a rich, bloody, red. To one side was a lighted display of liquors and champagnes. It was a hotel suite more than a vehicle. Not that Tony's own limo was so different, but it was understated in comparison.

"So, not your men I presume," Fisk said. One of his giant fists held a cigar while he lit it up.

Tony looked out through the back windshield. "Not mine and no one I recognize. I need to call Happy." He put his phone to his ear. Fisk turned his attention to Peter with an amused smile.

"It's almost a shame. Your man is skilled enough to run the whole city if he wanted to."

"What about you, sir?" Peter asked.

Fisk laughed. "Not these days. I'm showing signs of wear. My weakness has already been exploited and I've been slowly cracking ever since." He pressed a hand to his heart in a seemingly unconscious movement.

"I'm sorry about your wife, sir."

He smiled softly. "Vanessa will always be my heart. The only part of me that was ever any good. You would think I would have killed her for it. I never have appreciated goodness." He huffed a laugh. "I threatened to every now and then and she'd just give me this look. Stern, unafraid. And you would think that would have pissed me off, but never when it was her."

Wilson reached under his shirt and pulled out a small ring on a chain. The band was plain with one large diamond in the center. "This was her mother's. Vanessa killed her and took it off her finger. And she proposed to me with it. And of course I was bewildered and amazed by her. Blood still on the band. I put it on her finger and promised I would marry her when the time was right. Took another three years for me to give in, but she never asked again. She just waited. I supposed she knew she had my heart no matter how hard I tried to break hers."

He glanced at Tony, shouting on the phone with Happy, ignoring them both. "He's not so different. Afraid to have the things, the one, that makes him happy. Because something will always come along and threaten to take it from you. And like me, losing that person will destroy him. If you love him and you want to protect him, you'll do whatever it takes to protect yourself first.

"Vanessa," he sighed. "I failed her. I never liked the idea of a woman fighting, holding a gun. Oh, she was a killer. Real blood thirsty, no different from me, but I pushed her away from getting her hands dirty. Never be afraid to pick up a gun. But of course I hear that you don't hesitate to put a hole in a man. That's good. Don't make the mistake of hesitation."

They were quiet for a moment. "Why does there have to be five bosses? Couldn't you and Tony do it alone?"

Wilson laughed. "Eager to get rid of the others? That's smart, considering they don't like you. No, New York is a big city. It takes a lot of money and a lot of elbow grease to keep what we have from being damaged by police and politicians. Plenty of them don't like me or Tony."

"Is that why you picked Harry? He has connections with those kinds of people."

Wilson nodded. "Norman had a great deal of political friends who kept the secrets of his company quiet. They'll do the same for Harry or else I'll assist him in applying the right pressure."

Tony got off the phone. He slid it into his pocket. Peter caught his hand and tangled their fingers together. It was so natural that Tony hardly seemed to notice.

"My men are clearing the building. They'll grab anyone they find." He looked Peter over, dusting off his shoulders with his free hand.

"I'm sure the perpetrators are long gone," Wilson said. "Or long dead. Do you believe this was that Tiburones boy?"

"Most likely." Tony tisked, likely finding dirt or possibly blood on his coat. Peter knew it would be replaced by morning.

Wilson nodded. "Then I ought to assume he's brave enough to push himself into my territory. I'll have the boys on high alert, but Tony, if any of his men appear on my streets they will be killed on sight. I won't take prisoners for you."

"Noted." How disappointed they would both be if Wilson got to the guy first.

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