#davidverse

Fave trope to write is already done :)

Fave line in a fic you wrote?

The thing is, I have a sieve for a memory, so I'm gonna go with a line from The Very Definition, which is my most recent fic:

“Ah, sweet paninis,” Peter groaned to himself as he dutifully extracted his limbs from his most recent heap of bricks.

It's not even a particularly interesting line, it just makes me laugh.

Oh, also, I know it's two lines but this is from Like a Roller Coaster in my Davidverse: Pens rain like skittles as Morgan untangles herself from the blankets and stands, clattering lightly on the marble tiled floor and bouncing soundlessly on the heavily pattered, plush rug David’s sure costed more than his car. They scatter themselves more effectively than startled crows, roll in more directions than seemed possible based on their trajectory, and Peter, heartbreakingly, uses their distraction to ease himself upright and round on the couch.

Have a quote from a WIP?

*looks at currently open WIP* Um, sure... "For the rest of them, time would pass, relentless as the earth’s rotations. They would grow and age with each orbit, heal a fraction more with each flick of the calendar and change of the season, but Peter would not, and the pain of that was one that would never truly fade."

Or, for something happier, or funnier, try: '“Nah, that one with the daytime drugs den and that fight club where all the wrestlers wear thongs was definitely dodgier. I saw so much more than I should have done that day.” Peter gives a faux shudder, inadvertently dislodging David’s hands as they probe the impressive but already healing head wound at one point responsible for all the bleeding.'

Thanks for the ask!

“Yeah, the roaches really add to the homely aesthetic, kind of like pets, you know?”

David lets out a groan as he pushes one of the dumpsters aside to squeeze his bigger frame into Peter’s hidey hole.

When Peter returns to the lounge fifteen minutes, a quick bedroom tidy, and a shower later he’s on the ceiling again and David knows 100% it’s entirely to mess with him.

Honestly, he’s much more used to Peter’s antics than he used to be, is entirely unphased by his sticky teenager and the red and blue tinted laundry he comes with, but that doesn’t mean the ceiling is any less likely to buckle under his slight weight than it used to be.

They still have neighbours too, for god’s sake, and windows.

For a good half a second, he considers fetching the broom or maybe sliding the mountain of waffles large enough to make a dent on Peter’s appetite onto his plate too because two can play at that game, but then the kid trips on the light fitting, loses his footing on the paint, and lands in a crumpled, ungainly heap on the floor much too graceless to be associated with his web-swinging alter-ego.

Well, that’s just Karma.

“Drawing, duh.”

“Yeah, I see that,” he says, laughing at Morgan’s scoffed retort and Peter’s responding eyeroll. “What is it though, a castle?”

“Uh-huh.” Morgan nods, frowning as she adds a little more blue crayon to its roof with such concentration the tip of her tongue just about breaches her lip, and then brushes away the mixture of pens and pencils she’s accumulated on her paper so he can see.

“It’s like Rapunzel’s tower, see?” she says, pointing to the pink and blue cone topped tube in the centre of the paper. “But it’s really, really tall, all the way up to the clouds, because Daddy said he could build one that high, and that’s a dragon guarding the door. He’s called Milo and he looks friendly, but he isn’t. And there’s Peter, see? He’s Spider-Man so he’s going to save you because that’s what he does best. And that’s me riding a dragon but he’s actually a good dragon so it’s all okay.”

“Oh yeah, I see.” David nods, then realises what she’s said and points to the white blob of a figure in the window. “Hang on, who’s that in the tower?”

“It's you,” Morgan tells him so candidly he very nearly chokes on his own saliva and Peter bites his lip to catch his snicker. “See, you’re all fire-extinguishery because Daddy threatened to tell DUM-E to squirt you when you were asleep . He said you weren’t very nice to Petey when he was hurt. That’s why he trapped you there too. Look, there he is, he’s very cross. He called you a--”

No. Scrap that; he’d been a lot intimidated, and in his mind, justifiably so.

The girl was polite, to an extent, she wasn’t rude or unkind anyway, and she helped put away May’s frankly ridiculous quantity of groceries and made conversation over dinner and did the washing up with Peter afterwards, but she was… intense.

Can you believe, out of all my WIPs I only have the word "nephew" once? Nor can I, but I do.

“I know what you’re saying, Peter, but I’ve already told you you’re not ready for that. It’s too soon,” May argues tiredly, glancing up briefly to give David an apologetic grimace as he hovers in the door before she returns to frowning at her pouting, clearly upset nephew.

Thanks for the ask 💜