I'm in love with your GiSA AU and your Magus Archives AU! And your art style *mwah* a full coarse meal!
I do have a question for the Magus Archives, tho! How does The Lonely situation work? If I remember right, the different Fears are different factions of magic. Then what about The Lonely with Peter Lukas and Martin?
Sorry if this is a confusing question (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Not a confusing question at all! My answer may be, but we'll see.
So- Martin and Peter are Knights who got touched by the Lonely, but they can't control it to the same extent that witches can.
They are also more likely to get 'negative side effects' (i.e. getting lost in the Lonely) by using it than witches would.
This is not based on their canon powers, I just can't see Peter as a witch (even if his powers would make him one), and I love the idea of him and Martin being knights serving Seer Mages ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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If you're still accepting prompts, another slice of the knight/Lord SpideyNova au plz? If not it's chill and you need to know o think about that au at least once a day rip(affectionate)
I am so sorry that this took so long! Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you like it! 😊
Continuation of this post (but can be read alone), and I once again used Game of Thrones/ASOIAF as inspiration for the society.
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The harvest feast is well underway, and all the vassals of House Alexander are in attendance. Ser Peter takes in the opulence of the decorations and the abundance of boar and lobster as he stands behind Lord Samuel. It’s his post for the evening, and he is always glad to be assigned to guard Sam.
Sam cannot be seen interacting with Peter too much tonight though, as it would appear strange for a lord to waste his time conversing with a household knight while he is surrounded by so many other highborn guests. That is why Peter is not surprised when Sam only spares him the quickest of glances, and Peter plays his part well too, silently and diligently assessing the room for any potential threats.
It hurts to be ignored by the one he loves, but he knows that these are the roles they must play. He has come to hate these feasts, for they only serve to remind him of why Sam should not be with him. This is Sam’s world – one of extravagance and nobility that looks down on those of lower class. Peter will never fit in here.
He watches as Sam dances with lady after lady, all clearly hoping to secure his hand in marriage, and the knight cannot help but wonder when Sam will finally choose one of them, discarding Peter out of necessity. There are plenty of good matches to be found here, and all the women are more attractive, richer, and of higher social standing than Peter.
His stomach churns painfully, but he says nothing and keeps his face carefully blank. This is his duty. He will have to get used to feeling this way when Sam inevitably marries and ends this dangerous affair. He will forever be cursed to protect and watch over the man he loves as that man builds a life with another.
By the time Lord Samuel bids everyone a good night and retires to his chambers (with Peter being expected to follow him as his guard), the knight feels like melancholy has sunk into his bones, his darkest thoughts swirling in his mind like an impending storm.
Sam pulls him inside his chambers, closing the door quickly, and then he practically collapses into Peter's arms in exhaustion as he nuzzles the knight’s neck. Peter’s body instinctively relaxes as he firmly wraps his arm around the lord.
"Finally! I hate these feasts. If I have to listen to one more lord trying to gain my favor or one more lady boasting about how fertile she is, I might cut off my own ears. Let us see how desirable of a match I am then!" Sam complains loudly, and Peter chuckles softly.
The lord’s words make all the thoughts in Peter’s head silent. The fact that Sam is comfortable enough around Peter to let his mask fall and be his true self makes all the risk and insecurity worth it.
"I think you would still make a good match, but perhaps you could give away some of your land, and then you may find you have less offers,” Peter responds, half-teasing and half-sincere, and Sam groans.
"Being a lord is awful sometimes. All night I have been subjected to torture” – Peter tries not to laugh at his dramatic account – “when all I wanted to do was dance with you," Sam admits, and Peter's heart flutters, his expression softening. He pulls back from their embrace, Sam eyeing him in confusion, and then holds his hand out.
"I can still hear the music from the hall. Would you honor me with a dance, my lord?" Sam rolls his eyes, but his lips quirk up in a smile and his expression is fond.
“Of course, good knight," he replies formally, and Peter bites back a laugh. The lord places his hand in Peter's, and they begin to dance around the solar, bodies moving gracefully in tandem. Sam sighs in relief, stress and tension seeping out of his posture as he leans into Peter's touch.
"I have half a mind to run away and leave it all behind,” he says softly. Peter is not sure if he is more upset by the thought that Sam does not mean those words or worried by the idea that he does. Either way, he does not know what to say, so his only response is to connect their lips in a soft kiss. Sam responds immediately, slipping his tongue into Peter's mouth as they pull each other impossibly closer.
And this is why Peter stays, no matter how badly this is going to end for him; because this feels right in a way that nothing else does. He lives for moments like these where he can distract Sam from his burdens and make him happy, if only for the night. Peter does not belong in Sam’s public life (where he is nothing more than a loyal knight to his lord), but he does belong here, and that is enough for him.
(stark!reader) can i have some angstyyyyy peter? like peter and the reader get in a huge fight over something it can end happy i just need some angst lol
oop- you’re a brave soul coming to me for angst
I did a royal au cause i was in the mood so i hope you don’t mind
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Warnings : angsty, cursing, whore shaming
Word Count : 1.2k
I Will Fight For You
Knight!Peter Parker x Stark!Princess!Reader
Peter was never one to give up easily. He was a fighter, no matter how many times he got knocked down, brought to his knees with a sword pointed at his throat, he always found some way to get back up. He would fight to his last breath, if his body screamed no, his mind screamed yes back louder. His motivation and morals never left him even in the harshest of situations.
Which is one of the reasons he made such a noble and respected lad, an even better knight.
he lived by the code, he lived for the kingdom. He loved his people and in return they loved him, singing tails of his battles through the streets and gifting him food and services whenever he passed by. He always managed to decline them politely, instead going to the local orphanages to tell his stories, expiring young children across the villages with his young age and wise mind.
But most importantly he lived for his family, the people he cared about the most. He would do anything for them, give up his title, his money, his sword even his life in a single heartbeat without any hesitation. They were his everything, they were the reason he fought everyday of his life, without his aunt, his friends, his love, he was nobody. In return, he never asked for much if nothing at all. His life was his family, and once they were safe and within his reach he was the happiest knight in the kingdom
But in situations like these, he couldn't offer his life or material things. No amount of training in the fields or riding horses into battle could prepare him for this moment. He had to learn the hard way that he couldn't fight his way out of a broken heart.
“You can’t be serious,” Peter croaked, trying his best to keep his tears at bay, “How are you so sure your father wouldn’t approve of us,”
“Because i heard it with my own ears Peter,” you whispered harshly, keeping your hands wrapped tightly around your self as you walked closer to him, “He-,” you paused, looking away to take a deep breath, “He said that nobody without royal blood is welcome in his family, no matter how honoured they may be,”
“That’s bullshit,” Peter shook his head, holding out his hands in desperation, “Your father loves me, the kingdom loves me,”
“But in the end you’re nothing but a commoner from the village with swordsmanship,” you sighed, squeezing your eye lids tightly together, “Your achievements don’t matter to him Peter, your bloodline does,” you looked into his eyes, mustering a small, shaky smile, “And in the end, our marriage would bring no benefits to the kingdom, no benefits to him,”
“But-,” Peter persisted, raking his brain for anything, anything that might save the both of you, but his mind came up blank.
“But nothing Peter,” you snapped, cut your hand through the air, “There’s nothing we could do, you-,” you let out a breath, your voice dropping to back to a whisper, “you knew this was coming regardless,”
“You seriously cant be giving up that easily Y/n,” Peter approached you, taking your face in his palms, “We can’t give up so easily on us,”
“I’m sorry peter,” you sobbed, rubbing your thumb soothingly in his wrist, “There’s nothing we could do, I was bound to get married at some point,” you bit your lip, “I’m surprised I lasted so long without getting married off,”
“You could last longer, we could last longer,” he laughed light heartedly, breathing heavily as the weight of the situation slowly fell on to him, “We could run away, like we’ve always wanted,”
“Like you’ve always wanted Peter,” you said, looking slightly hurt at his words, “You know I would never abandon my kingdom, my duties”
“Even for me?” Peter scoffed, moving his hands off of you, “Did any of this mean anything to you?”
“Don’t be insane Peter, of course it did, it meant the world to me,” you clenched your hands into fists, “But the kingdom always comes first, i made this clear when this whole arrangements started,”
“I thought i could change your mind,” he mumbled facing his back towards you, “I thought you would love me as much as i do you,”
“I do love you Peter!” You cried, grabbing his arm to turn him around but he jerked it away, pulling it close to his chest, “Do you not think this isn’t hurting me as much as it is you,”
“Then why aren’t you doing anything about it!” He exclaimed, “Your the princess of the god damn kingdom for Christ’s sake, future queen and heir to the thrown,” he sneered the tittles out, hating them with every passing moment, “You have power, you have options but yet your choosing to be some other king’s whore,”
He felt the pain after that he felt the guilt for his words. A quick, hard slap landed on the side of his face, making his stumble back at the shock and force of the hit.
He knew he messed up the moment the slur left his mouth. He let the anger, the pain take over his mind, controlling him to the point of no return. He was already on thin ice with you, now he had just gone and shattered it beneath your feet.
“Out of all the people, i thought you would’ve understood the most,” you murmured, turning away and walking towards your horse.
You got on to her back, patting her neck before grabbing the reigns delecatly in your hands. You face was blank, tears staining down the side of your cheek glimmering in the light that passed through the thick trees.
“Goodbye Lord Parker,” Were the last words you uttered before ridding off, out of the woods and to the castle.
Peter stood frozen in place, his hands shaking rapidly before landing in a nearby tree, shaking the bark beneath his punch. He let out a loud scream, banging his head against the trunk, laying it there as he thought about his words, his reasoning behind them.
Your pain stricken face flashed before his eyes, replaying it over and over again, feeding into the guilt of his words and actions.
He couldn’t let that be your last interaction, he couldn't loose you after saying such cruel, heartless names. It was foolish, immature that he even uttered them, that he didn't stop to think.
He loved you, he loved you so much. He couldn't leave you, it physically hurt him at the thought of you in someone else’s arms, with their ring on your finger instead of his, showing you off to the world as theirs.
He quickly ran to his horse, jumping on his back and quickly riding him to his cottage. He wasn’t about to loose you, especially at his own mouth. You weren’t leaving him so easily, he made a vow to fight for the kingdom, to fight for his people, and that included you.
“I’m coming Y/n,” he mumbled to himself, determination running through his veins, “I’m coming,”
Spideynova: Fantasy Au. One is a noble, one is a knight
This was so different from anything I’ve ever written before, but in a good way! It was so much fun getting out of my comfort zone, so thank you for the wonderful prompt! I used Game of Thrones/ASOIAF as inspiration for the society, so sorry if that seems too weird for you! 😂
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“You wished to see me, Lord Samuel?” Peter asks as he is led into the lord’s chambers.
“Yes, Ser Peter, I wished to discuss tomorrow’s tourney with you, as you will be representing House Alexander,” Sam responds as he stands from behind his desk to approach the knight. The guards that brought Peter in retreat and close the doors.
“I will do my best to bring your house honor,” Peter continues with the ruse, and Sam grins.
“I know you will. But I cannot help but notice that you do not wear anyone’s favor. Is there no one that you see as worthy enough to ask?” He inquires, though he already knows the answer, and Peter shakes his head.
“Alas, the only person I should like to ask for a favor is unable to give me one.” Sam’s smile softens as he grabs the opening on the top of Peter’s armor to pull the knight towards him.
“I suppose you shall have to settle for some good fortune kisses instead,” he teases, kissing Peter enthusiastically. The knight’s arms wrap around Sam’s waist, pulling him even closer as Sam slips his tongue inside the other’s mouth. They take their time, tasting and exploring one another, but Peter pulls back when Sam moans.
“If your father were to learn of this, he would have me beheaded.” His protests sound weak to his own ears; he has used the same argument many times before, and it never changes anything, but he has to at least try since he is the one who suffer if this ever gets exposed. Just as expected, Sam shakes his head.
“I would never let him,” he declares forcefully, and Peter cannot help but smile at his optimism. He just wishes it were that simple.
He knows this will never last; soon, Sam will have to marry a nice noble lady and have perfect heirs – the fact that he does not want to does not matter in the slightest – and Peter will always just be a knight of his household.
But Sam makes it easy to forget all of that. When they are alone, he acts like Peter is the only person in the world that matters. He teases (though not unkindly), and he is funny, loyal, and incredibly responsive to even the smallest of touches from the knight; a fact which brings Peter immense joy. He decides to focus on that right now instead of the impending doom of their relationship.
He kisses Sam again fervently, placing one hand on Sam’s back and holding the lord’s body against him while slipping the other hand under Sam’s tunic and lightly rubbing it up and down his side. The lord shivers in response, instinctively pressing against the knight so Peter can feel exactly how affected he is.
Peter pulls back to look at Sam, grinning when he sees that the lord’s eyes are already slightly glazed over. Sam scoffs at his expression, but there is no real anger behind it, and there is a dusting of pink on his cheeks, which Peter has the urge to kiss. He does not try to stop himself, kissing each cheek and then Sam’s eyelids and nose, making the other laugh. Sam’s eyes are shining with happiness, and Peter just wants to stop time and live in this moment forever.
“Do not even think about crowning anyone your Queen of Love and Beauty if you win, Pete,” Sam orders, half-joking and half-jealous, and Peter grins cheekily.
“Never. I only have eyes for my King of Love and Beauty,” he quips back, running his finger under Sam’s chin sensually, and Sam laughs again before connecting their mouths once more, both smiling against the other’s lips.
Peter may never be able to actually crown Sam if he wins – though he can imagine the look on the other man’s face if he did, and it is almost worth it – but he will settle for those good fortunate kisses instead. He may require a little more than kisses though; after all, he needs a lot of good fortunate if he wants to win first place.
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Any chance you'll write more of the knight au? 👀 I'm in love with it.
I'm actually working on a continuation for @cheezygoddess that I will try to post soon! I'm really glad you liked it so much, because it was out of my normal range, so I wasn't sure how well it would work! 😊
