✧║ D E S T R O Y E R

Laughter feels hollow, a foreign weight on his tongue that rattles free in his throat. What a simple thing to feel the weight of displeasure. Galen is less than gentle reaching out, invading the man’s mind as simple as popping a bubble. His drink is forgotten in favor of meeting those eyes.

                “Perhaps I am not the one being rude.                   I hear it is common courtesy to listen                   when spoken to regardless of interest.”

How hard should he yank on the pain center of the man’s brain? A nudge or a sharp clench? Galen lets his eyes flutter down to his drink, smile fading rapidly.

A curl of lips. Drawn tersely with amusement. It wasn’t often he heard something so terribly r u d e . . .

      Yeah, I’m….

                  I’m sorry, I don’t usually forget like that. 

I don’t know what’s uh… What’s going on with me. 

     [ He shifts in his seat, takes another sip. ]

I think you should follow your heart though, I mean… Family is family, but I’m pretty close to my family, or was, and uh… I just know that they’d want me to be happy, you know? That’s what love is.

     Wanting someone to be happy more than you want yourself to. 

So worrying about the business and what they think that’s, y’know, that’s natural but… You gotta follow your heart.

          I do. 

                 Why would I tell you to do it right that doesn’t… I don’t…..

I’m sorry.

       [ His brows furrow deeper, and he pushes his chair back. ]

It’s a purposeful mistake on his part calculated so that the threads of Peter’s mind would unravel when tugged too  h a r d. Galactus steadies him, the chair scraping as it is forced forward instead of back. He holds fraying ends of the boy’s mind delicately and watches quietly.

              “I don’t--”

                            Feel.                                            Have a heart.

And he thinks of Norrin, of the flicker of humanity, of something, that he felt. Perhaps that is what Peter means. A small quiet smile graces his lips and he pushes his chair back, standing slowly with a brush of his shoulders. Eternity has accused him of being reckless. So he follows instead a human’s advice.

             “I think I understand now what my brother meant. You were              Earth’s greatest hope, you were close to the pinnacle of what              it means to be truly heroic. But you’re so terribly flawed.”

His expression evens to something apathetic as he regards the boy before him. He could map out the lengthy picture of his nerve endings, see every twinge and tension along lines of corded muscles. Galactus could devour him slowly, make it hurt. But--

             “Norrin was right.”

A soft smile.

             “You humans are bright, burning violently to accommodate for how              quickly you fall apart. And you Peter Parker, you’ve taught me something              not even Eternity could sway my mind upon-- We all fall prey to something,              but in taking action instinct, heart, is the best course.”

A pause and he steps closer, resting a hand at Peter’s shoulder.

             “The world may not weep for you, but know-- I will miss you.”

He does not say goodbye. He does not make it violent or painful. He settles the panic. He gives a brief flickering moment of peace.

   [ He’s a problem solver at heart, and right now is no different. Even if familial problems aren’t something he can just help. Like a cat stuck in a tree, or a math equation left abandoned on a board, those are problems with answers. This is a bit more difficult. 

        His fingers wrap around the cup, letting it warm the long digits, and he drinks down the liquid chocolate all too eagerly. ] 

       And uhm…

[ His brows furrow, suspicious. A lifetime of betrayal brings it out in even the most optimistic of people. ] 

                  Why college if you’ve got the family business lined up and ready?

        [ And why can’t he remember your last name? ]

                                     “You don’t remember?”

A look of crestfallen acceptance passes over his features. He shrugs a shoulder and goes about it in a very human fashion. They’re friends, Peter and Franklin, this is what friends would do.

                                    “It’s kinda small in the grand scheme.                                     My sisters help run things and I don’t think Niel is at all                                     interested in taking over so that leaves me. We talked                                     last fall, you told me that if I was going to do something                                     I should do it right.”

Sipping his drink there’s a brief smile and another shrug. Galactus finishes his coffee and sets the empty mug aside. It’ll be a shame not having these long conversations anymore. Peter was a fresh perspective, not molded in his ways by his nature like Eternity.

                                    “You believed in me.”

       [ Yeah, that was a topic change, and it takes a moment for Peter to shift accordingly, posture softening, head nodding along. ]

              No, I mean yeah, I mean– [ Take a moment. ]

     That’s totally alright, I uh, I didn’t know you had a brother. [ He pulls his bag forward, eyes focused appropriately on Franklin while he puts his camera away. ] Why don’t you, y’know, tell me about him. Or talk about it.

If that’s not too weird, I mean, you just–

                It sorta seems like you want to talk about it. 

Is he older or younger? 

A shrug, he cradles his drink and thanks the waitress that bring out the hot chocolate. There was little use lamenting a past he had fabricated in hopes of understanding his brother’s views. Eternity was the only sibling that dared to guide him, to show care. Perhaps that is why Galactus smiles when this little boy asks him with earnest concern about his sibling.

             “Older. They’re struggling with a lot and-- Well, my older sister               she has more than enough to deal with. Then there’s our other               sister, we don’t ever hear much from her you know, she’s busy               overseas.”

His fingers smooth around the cup, he wants the boy to enjoy these moments, the rare few where he is  h o n e s t . Galactus knows it will be painless. There is a huff, a sheepish smile.

             “Anyways, uh, Niel, that’s their name, well, they seem to think the               whole family business is going to end no matter what I say to               reassure them. I keep things balanced, organized, because it’s my job.               It’s who I am, you know?”

                                    He pauses, glancing side-long, and wonders then what Eternity will                                     feel at losing Peter Parker. Sorrow? Would they weep for the small                                     boy trying desperately to fit in, to make a difference, to do the right                                     thing?

But–

     [ The objection is hushed, his mind provides the answers moments later, and the uncertainty is replaced with a bright smile. ]

              Hey!

[ He doesn’t make friends easily. Never has. Too shy, too wrapped up in his own worlds, too awkward to put himself out there. Age has given him more confidence, provided social skills, but it hasn’t made putting himself out there any easier. Being Spider-man doesn’t help either.

          Luckily, sometimes people just surpass that. Somehow. 

    He must have–… 

                                Anyway. ]

        Nah, I don’t drink it. It makes me too jittery. [ He’s a natural fountain of energy. ] I’ll totally take once of those fancy hot chocolates though? With like, the whipped cream and caramel? As long as it’s not too expensive. 

For a moment Galactus pities this boy. Peter Parker isn’t otherwise exceptional. He’s a survivor, a fighter, a hero. Or he would become a better one in due time. Perhaps-- No. He has chosen his path and by the end of this talk his sister may yet have a new visitor.

             Peter’s mind is fragile and he has to take care in his subtle              ministrations. It simply would not do to have his ‘friend’ start              seizing in place.

                            “Hey, my treat man.”

There’s a mimicry of human emotion there, a baffling thing for Galactus to emulate after so long. But here, now, having lived amongst them, he can fool most into believing he is ordinary. So the smile brightens with genuine humor and a part of him mourns this poor fragile creature before him.

              Peter Parker deserved much more than the darkness encroaching.               He tells himself this will be a  m e r c y . 

                           “I think I, uh, might’ve skid by with a B or                            something. And no, no I don’t mind at all.                            I’m used to fast conversations, see, my                            brother he tends to space out a little and                            other people just don’t get it.”

A nervous chuckle.

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Awwww, Galactus can’t catch a break

Send me “ff+” and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.

To Kiss the Cosmos | An NC-17 Fic | 5000+ Words

  Cl-Click. The drivel these humans considered erotica. It mattered not how she’d found her way to this work of fiction, likely spurred on by- Oh.

    ‘In her haste to please her master Galactus, she shifted her clothes off and clumsily rode space debris toward his erect ‘Big Banger’.’  Her expression was soulless as she continued to scroll through the shit, reading a child’s approximation of sexual congress between two VASTLY incompatible individuals.

    “Ig… Ignoring that Galactusis, at the very least, twenty times larger than me, this ‘fan fiction’ paints me as nothing but a lovestruck, CLUMSY burden, who’s only purpose is to service the Devourer. Ignoring… Ignoring the emotional connection, the… the decades of travelling at his side. They- There! There, in the twelfth paragraph they write him saying that he is ‘Glad he didn’t eat me outside of Tarnax, as if I’d-”

  ‘Ana’Hira looked into her master Galactus’ eyes and exhaled a shaky, melodious whine as the Devourer of Worlds loosed worlds worth of life within her.’ …