Dr. May Parker

Royalty AU - Promised at birth

Royalty AU - To end a war

Royalty AU - Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean

Mythology - Foretold by the gods

Mythology - The prophecy said, so Person A and Person B are here to get hitched!

Mythology - Hades and Persephone AU

Regency AU - Either Person A or Person B is in danger of being ruined socially

Regency AU - Person A inheriting Person B’s father’s estate and the only way to keep Person B’s family out of the poor house is for Person B to marry Person A.

Regency AU - One of them compromised the other

Old West AU - Mail Order Spouse(Person A) to keep Person B’s house bc Person B is a dirty single person and a mess alone

Old West AU - Person A needs money to pay off their debtors, Person B needs a spouse for decency’s sake. Also, there are horses.

Old West AU - Person A’s parents sent them out west to marry someone. That someone is Person B and Person B is also the only sheriff round these parts.

It’s the law (Marriage law with chosen partners)

Medieval AU - To unite Person A and Person B’s houses

Medieval AU - Person A’s father chose Person B, also it’s the law

Medieval AU - to End a feud

Viking AU - Person A is traded to the Vikings for safe passage and is subsequently married to the jarl’s oldest child, Person B. 

Pirate AU - Person A’s crew raided the village and their cut of the booty is a locked chest. With Person B inside. 

Fae AU - Person A’s hapless parents promised them to the Fae King (Person B)

Fae AU - The Fae King (Person A) tricks Person B into eating something in Faerie. 

“Don’t worry, I would never touch you.”

“We’re all the other has now, we’d do well to play nice”

“You don’t have to love me.”

“It’s just until we produce an heir…”

“I’m not expecting anything from you.”

@doctormayparker  ♡’d for a starter

{☆} “I’m really glad you came by, May,” she muses, a gentle smile on her lips. Her finger spins slowly, watching their spoons delicately SWIRL around the steaming mug. “Really, I am–but what brings you here?” Clea leans back against the sofa, tilting her head in curiosity. Of course she was used to unexpected GUESTS arriving at the Sanctum.

But she wasn’t used to those guests looking for her. 

Passing one of the mugs to May, she’s quiet, considering. 

The Sanctum, calming though it is, and the scent of the tea, also calming as it is, does very little to soothe the agony that May is sure has settled deeper than her bones.

Peter. Yes, oh yes. Something is wrong with Peter.

Lips thinning as she works to keep the tears from falling, May ends up closing her eyes, wishing not for the first time that she could do as she'd always done when nightmares plagued and open her eyes to find the world around her as it should be.

It isn't entirely surprising that Clea isn't aware of what happened, May isn't sure what the cable situation is in the Sanctum. But it is somewhat jarring to realize that someone could be so unaware of the collapse of another's entire world.

"Peter is..-" May pauses, her throat closing on the word. Dead. It hurts to think. It hurts to breathe.

Peter had mentioned, and May had met on several occasions, the sorceress seated before her. While the idea that grips her so tightly had seemed such a wonderful, valid thought only hours earlier, now it seems foolish. Wishful thinking.

Surely magic can only do so much.

Lifting the tea to drink, to distract , May can feel a single tear leak, and not even the energy to feel ashamed remains.

The clink of the tea cup as she sets it down is far too final a sound, resonating in May's ears unpleasantly. Her smile isn't genuine, but she does attempt to keep the vastness of her pain from her face as she tries again.

Peter B Parker: "Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?"

Agnes was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that this woman was a stranger, and it sparked a bigger question in the back of her mind. How did she meet the people of this town? If she really thought about it, she couldn’t think of a single meeting. She just felt like she knew them for as long as she could remember– 

This woman seemed to spark more questions than answers and Agnes wondered if perhaps they were meant to meet. This stranger already seemed to break the monotony that she had been feeling day after day after day… There was just something about the other woman that made Agnes feel that she was a long way from home; she just wasn’t sure what that meant yet– but, her intuition was never wrong. 

Agnes wanted to say something, that she felt she didn’t belong here and to beg for this woman to take her to wherever she was from, but she refrained. She needed to build some sort of familiarity. She nodded at May’s words, and she would brush off the comment with ease, making sure that she would be more mindful of her words in the future. She certainly didn’t want to offend this woman in any way.

“Ankles are fickle things.” Agnes said with a smile. “Easy to roll, easy to sprain. A shame really.” She made a mental note to take a walk among the small woods that bordered Westview. Maybe she would find something that would give her more concrete evidence that something was wrong here.

But, would someone or something come for her if she began trying to fit the pieces together? She couldn’t quite make sense of the looming feeling she felt in her heart. A feeling of being monitored.

Agnes glanced down at her watch, noting the time. “Mm… they close in about an hour. Doesn’t give you much time to look around.” The library was the one place in this town that was truly thriving. “You could go first thing in the morning, then you wouldn’t feel so rushed.” Maybe she’d make a special trip to the library in the morning as well. Maybe she would find something that would further feed the hunch she was beginning to feel.

“Uh–” Agnes rubbed the back of her neck a bit awkwardly, afraid that the other woman wouldn’t like her answer. “There isn’t a motel for miles. Outside of town.” She’d offer to drive the woman with no problem, but something told her she wasn’t allowed to leave Westview. A sinking suspicion.

What she planned to do once she actually found the woman she was seeking was still unclear, but it wasn’t going to be pleasant. 

The news that the motel might be a bit too far off was just more to pile onto the twist of unhappiness in May’s chest, and the thought suddenly struck that she might not have been able to pay for the motel anyway with the roll of cash in her pack. For all May knew, there could be someone totally different on the bills here, and she scolded herself for not thinking about something so obvious in hindsight.

Glancing at the house behind Agnes, May considered the offer quietly. There was a sort of energy in the other woman, one thrumming beneath her skin, that May was fairly sure she could recognize as something like anxiety. That urge to move and do and flee. In some ways it was a comfort, as May could see herself in the first person she’d met in this world. 

A small part of the woman had harbored the fear that she would land somewhere utterly alien. To come face to face with someone so average, if not kinder than most, left May almost underwhelmed with the first step in her search.

Not that she was complaining, of course. May was more than capable of handling herself, but she was mildly grateful that she needn’t prove it just yet.

“You live alone?” May asked, eyeing the large home. Then, realizing how odd, perhaps even dangerous, the question could come across when coming from a stranger, May offered a vague grimace and shook her head. “Sorry, I just mean that I’d hate to impose.” 

NSFW doesn’t just mean sexually explicit content; it can also mean:

blood

gore

horror

psychological

as requested by a lovely and angsty nonnie! these prompts involve a scenario in which one of the muses has lost control of their powers and another muse has been injured in the aftermath.

from the powerful:

" did... did i do this to you? "

" no... no, no! why did you follow me?! oh, god... just, just hold on, okay? hold on! "

" [NAME]?! "

" this is all my fault... "

" what have i done... "

" i did this... "

" no... no, no, no, no, no. no! "

" i told you! i told you to stay back! "

" no, no... please... i'm sorry! "

" i'm sorry... i'm so sorry... "

" i... i hurt you. "

" i can fix this! "

" i can't fix this... "

" no, no, stay with me, i'm... i'm gonna make this right! "

" i lost control... you... you tried to help me. that's why you were there. that's how you... how i hurt you. "

" i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, i just... needed to know if you were okay. "

" the doctors say you'll make a full recovery. i... i'm so sorry this happened. "

" i paid the hospital bills. it was the least i could do. "

" i... i got you some flowers. fake. i didn't know if you had allergies... "

from the injured:

" i don't blame you... not one bit. "

" i-it's okay... it's alright... shh... "

" look... look at me. look at me! it's not your fault... "

" h-huh... this was... well... you did warn me, right? "

" heh... don't say you told me so... "

" what did you do... "

" [NAME]... "

" get away... get AWAY from me! "

" h-help... help me... "

" don't touch me! "

" you... you freak... "

" w... what happened... "

" this is your fault! "

" didn't realize they let attempted murderers into the hospital... "

" don't apologize. it's not your fault. "

" save your breath. i want nothing from you. certainly not some half-assed apology. "

" don't worry. i didn't tell the cops anything. promise. "

" you here to finish the job? "

" morning... i'm surprised the nurses haven't scared you off yet. "

" nice flowers... are they for me? "

 The obituary of Doctor Olivia Octavius had been a lackluster affair of grainy black type and a small picture that one could only assume was the one on her Alchemax employee ID. The dark mane as untamed as its bearer, eyes not quite focused on the camera lens, even if pointed in its general direction. A picture of necessity, so unlike those hidden in the shoebox in the back of May Parker’s closet, buried under winter coats she’d never wear again but couldn’t bring herself to throw away.

 Was that some sort of comment on the pictures as well? In the back of her mind, May thought it probably was, but she’d become rather good at shoving away those ideas before they came to the forefront of her mind where she’d have to deal with them.

 Well, she couldn’t very well do that now, not with the amount of concentration required to rebuild the machine that had nearly destroyed the city. Liv’s collider might have been demolished between the efforts of the varied heroes who fought her and the city officials that refused to let a single bolt remain once the whole fiasco had come to an end, but May Parker had the benefit of knowledge. Not to mention her shared history with the shamed late Olivia Octavius.

 May snorted to herself as she thought of Olivia as gone, shaking her head as her thoughts returned for the hundredth time to the line printed in a tiny font beneath the scientist’s obituary in the paper.

 Efforts to locate the body of Doctor Olivia Octavius are still ongoing.

 Right. It was all the proof May needed. Liv was alive. There was a rumour she’d heard from more than one source, one that could only have been started by someone who’d been there, that a green figure had been seen hurdling into the portal in those seconds before it was destroyed. So yeah, May was convinced, and she wasn’t about to let the woman get away with what she’d done.

 And the race was on. The only way May could chase her down would, logically, be if she acquired a collider of her own. May Parker might have been a clever woman, capable of rather spectacular feats of engineering, but she was no physicist, a crucial prerequisite when it came to building something as complex as a machine that could literally rip holes in time and space.

 Luckily, May was blessed with a fairly decent memory and the knowledge of where Liv had built the smaller prototype of her collider. And why wouldn’t she know? Back in those days, they’d been far from enemies.

 With the last bolt secured, May swiped her arm across her forehead and stood back to survey her work. It wasn’t pretty, and she’d had to replace a few metal panels in places where they didn’t seem entirely solid, but the hard parts, the mathematics, were already programmed in from the endless testing that Liv had undergone before ever starting on the proper version of her collider.

 Now it was just a matter of luck, as the power that the collider necessitated, albeit less than its larger little brother, was sure to draw a whole lot of attention. It was underground and on the edge of the city, so unlikely to cause any real damage upon success, but May was well aware that she would only get one shot. Failure would bring a number of consequences that she chose not to consider just yet.

 One step and a time.

 Taking a deep breath, May also refused to acknowledge that the hunt for the scientist was itself likely doomed to fail due entirely to the sheer number of possible realities she could have ended up in. But May Parker was nothing if not an optimist.

 A low, pulsating hum began as she initialized the power up sequence, May could feel the vibrations in her bones. As it the hum accelerated, she wiped clammy palms on her jeans and stepped closer to the machine. So far so good. The second sequence followed the first, spindling power from every source it could and drawing it into a single point and allowing it to bounce within the collider.

 Faster and faster the machine hummed until it was no longer a pulse, just a steady, baritone groan. A pinprick of light appeared and splintered in seconds, filling the collider space with a scattered path reminiscent of lightning. And then, dead center, the light bloated, pushing outwards into a sphere.

 It was working. For now, at least, and there was no time to waste. Heaving her go-bag onto her shoulders, just a few necessities, May set her jaw and stepped forward into the brightly shining abyss. In an instant she was pulled into a countless number of directions all at once, feeling as if her cells themselves were being split apart and put back together and rearranged. It wasn’t painful, but there was a wrongness to it that had violent shudders traveling down where her spine was meant to be.

May's smile tightened at the reference to her newly acquired limp, but alienating the very first person she met wasn't the way to go about things, she knew. And there was a flicker that May couldn't place in the other woman's expression, something that made her wonder if the collider had dropped her somewhere with issues of its own.

Foolishness. Just foolishness and overthinking, May told herself. She was likely not all that far from where the collider was located in her home universe, though she wasn't about to ask. Surely the other woman already thought her strange for walking down the street with a camping pack and a limp, there was no need for May to start putting the idea in her head that she was from a little further away than New York.

"Don't worry about it", May brushed off the tactless response, putting weight on her sore ankle and suppressing the pain in a blatant display that she was absolutely fine, thank you very much. "Just landed on it- Stepped wrong." May corrected herself in the middle of her sentence, leaning back on her other leg.

But there it was. May looked lost because she was lost, to some extent, and attempting another white lie was more likely to draw the sort of attention that wouldn't do her very much good in the end.

This, May could tell from her own years of living in a very similar neighborhood with similar people, was a woman who knew her surroundings. May wouldn't be surprised if this woman knew the names of every person in every house and their daily schedules. It wasn't an insult, exactly, but May had had her own share of experiences with nosy neighbors, and she debated briefly whether this woman would be an asset or a possible liability.

Unfortunately, the time of day half made the decision for her, the last streaks of sunlight dying away.