#peter headcanons

You never imagined meeting your soulmate would start with spilled drinks and chaos in the middle of an Avengers summit. The room was filled with world leaders, brilliant minds, and heroes, and then there was Peter Parker, tripping over his own shoes as a tray of sparkling punch went airborne. You gasped as the liquid splashed onto your vibranium-lined outfit, and his horrified, red-faced apology came so fast it was nearly incoherent. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn’t see wait, is your dress… glowing?” You couldn’t help laughing. That was the first time he saw you smile, right before learning you were the Princess of Wakanda.

Being King T’Challa’s younger sister meant you were always held to the highest standard: elegant, strategic, unshakable. But around Peter, all those royal expectations melted away. You teased him mercilessly, watching how he stuttered every time you called him “Mr. Parker.” He couldn’t decide if your laughter was terrifying or enchanting, maybe both. T’Challa noticed, too, how his dignified little sister always came home from New York missions with that same mischievous grin.

When Peter found out who you really were, he nearly short-circuited. “Wait, you’re who’s sister?!” he whispered in shock, already convinced he was about to be banned from Wakanda permanently. But you didn’t care about titles. You told him that being royalty didn’t define your heart; what mattered was kindness, honesty, and the courage that hid behind awkward smiles and nerdy jokes.

T’Challa wasn’t easy to impress. When he first heard his baby sister was dating a “boy from Queens,” he raised an eyebrow so sharp Shuri swore it could slice vibranium. But your brother saw your sincerity, how you lit up when you spoke of Peter’s bravery, how you admired his heart more than his mask. “If he makes you happy, then he will have my respect,” T’Challa said, though you caught the faintest smirk and the royal warning in his eyes: hurt her, and Spider-Man won’t be fast enough.

When Peter first stepped into Wakanda to meet your family, his nerves hit astronomical levels. The Dora Milaje lined the palace halls, spears gleaming, Okoye standing like a statue with unimpressed eyes that could pierce through armor. Shuri greeted him first, half-laughing as she whispered to you, “This is the one you were talking about? He looks like a baby giraffe.” Peter sputtered a shy greeting, and Shuri laughed harder. T’Challa, however, stayed serious, testing him with simple but loaded questions about honor, loyalty, and sacrifice. Peter answered as best he could, trembling slightly, but everything changed when he admitted, “I’d protect her with my life.” That honesty earned a nod from your brother. Even Okoye’s expression softened slightly.

Your mother, Queen Ramonda, was far gentler. She saw the good in Peter the moment she met him. Over dinner, she spoke to him about responsibility, love, and the meaning of unity. Peter listened with wide-eyed reverence, reminding you of how small he once felt among gods and heroes. Ramonda smiled at him like a mother does when she knows her child has found someone precious. “You have a gentle heart,” she told him. “That is what Wakanda values most.”

In return, Peter introduced you to his world, a warm apartment in Queens, Aunt May’s cooking filling the air with spices and comfort. She adored you instantly, thanking you for protecting her nephew and calling you “sweetheart” in less than five minutes. You loved how homey it felt, how unpretentious and pure their love was. Ned, Peter’s best friend, could barely contain himself when he found out who you were. “Dude. You’re dating a Wakandan princess?! This is, like, next-level canon event.” You laughed harder than you had in months. For once, you weren’t the royal heir; you were just a girl in love.

Being both a princess and a warrior meant learning to balance two worlds. You were trained in combat since childhood, your movements sharp and powerful, something Peter admired endlessly. When the two of you sparred, he’d rely on agility while you disarmed him effortlessly, pinning him to the ground with a smirk. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he’d mutter. “Maybe,” you’d tease, “but watching Spider-Man blush is my favorite sport.” He called you “his terrifying, perfect goddess of war.”

Despite your differences, you were similar where it mattered most. Both of you put others first, often to your own detriment. You understood his guilt, the burden of saving lives while losing pieces of your own in the process. And he understood your loneliness, the quiet weight of a crown you never asked for. Together, you learned that healing didn’t come from power; it came from being seen and loved for who you were beneath all the titles and masks.

You loved watching him in the lab with Shuri, the two of them bouncing ideas like hyperactive electrons. She adored Peter’s curiosity but teased you relentlessly afterward. “He almost fainted when I asked him about the web-fluid chemistry,” she said once, laughing. “He is very cute, though. Maybe I should build him an upgrade.” You elbowed her, pretending to glare. “Touch his suit, and I’ll tell mother what you did to T’Challa’s throne chair.” She gasped. You won that round.

When missions grew dangerous, Peter and you fought side by side, a perfect blend of Wakandan precision and Spider agility. You covered each other instinctively, swapping witty remarks even in the middle of battles. Afterward, covered in dust, you’d laugh quietly while patching his wounds, heart racing every time his fingers brushed yours. You teased him once: “A king’s sister shouldn’t love a boy who runs into bullets.” He smiled back, “A friendly neighborhood Spider-Man shouldn’t fall for a warrior princess either, but here we are.”

Sometimes, you brought him to the cliffs of Wakanda at sunset, the same view Killmonger once saw. Peter would lean against you, eyes wide at the shading of gold over the violet sky. “I get why your brother loves it here,” he’d whisper. You smiled softly because for you, home wasn’t just Wakanda anymore, it was whenever he was near.

T’Challa eventually grew fond of Peter, though he hid it under layers of teasing and royal formality. When Peter helped repair vibranium conduits damaged in battle, your brother quietly said, “You may not be Wakandan, but you fight with the heart of one.” Peter was stunned. You caught the pride in T’Challa’s tone, and for once, your usually stoic brother actually smiled.

Life between Queens and Wakanda became your new rhythm: starlit phone calls across continents, sneaking kisses after missions, and learning to bridge two worlds built on love and loss. You were proud of him, the boy who carried guilt heavier than his web-shooters, yet still found joy in helping others. And he was proud of you, the princess who fought for her people with the same fierceness she loved him with.

requested by @judithcm | Sorry for making it such a generic mess. Enjoy!

It was a perfectly sunny afternoon – not that it mattered. Everything felt wrong. Bad memories kept flooding your head. Your body felt tense and wrong as if it wasn’t yours. You felt sick, and as you curled up on your bed, you dreamed of simply not having a body, being something way more ethereal, something elusive. But the weight of your body and mind pinned you hard to the ground. Sharp words you heard in the past echoed in your mind and you did not have the confidence to deny them, they felt true. They were winning. It felt wrong., it felt tiring. It felt like a loop of your won creation that you won’t be able to escape.

Finally, Peter found you. Curled up, cheeks wet. He didn’t say anything. He gently put a hand on your back, seeing how you’ll react. It was always different, sometimes you couldn’t bear to be touched, sometimes you needed a hug. Sometimes you needed to talk, shout, other times silence was best. It did not matter, he seemed to always know what to do.

Peter is whiz at economics and you can’t change my mind

Edmund plays soccer (yes soccer) 

Lucy is actually pretty popular but she doesn’t know why

Susan definitely gives off a legally blonde vibe... except... you know... she’s a brunette but whatever

Edmund is in the debate club and chess club and business club and poor boy barely has time for his homework but somehow gets good grades???

Peter is in the business club with Ed

Susan is really good at English and language arts

Lucy wants to learn every language that the school offers and is in the Spanish club

Edmund likes Harry Potter and is a Ravenclaw

Peter wants to run his own Hotel and Susan and Lucy are going to help him with the designs and Susan wants to help with getting the word out

Lucy has her own vlog and likes to prank her sibling at post videos of their reactions

Susan has a blog on a variety of topics and she didn’t expect to get anyone to read it but she did

Peter is in the school orchestra and plays the cello

Lucy is also in the orchestra and plays the flute

Edmund always teases them about this but holds the camera for Lucy’s vlog and he is actually a pretty good camera man

Susan has a really aesthetically pleasing Instagram

👻 - Hi lovely! I think you’re awesome! Your blog and masterlist looks really cool! I definitely need to read more of your stuff lovely because it looks so good and we should talk more too! 

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 Peter would be so excited like bouncing up and down excited

He insists you pick your own pumpkin of course

So you go to a pumpkin patch and you both pick the perfect one 

Peter carries it totally not flexing his super strength 

So now you have your pumpkin and Peter puts on his spoopy playlist

Both of you dancing to Monster Mash as you start carving

Peter ends up doing the thriller dance at some point

Peter plays with the pumpkin guts making you both giggle

He is v protective and careful with the knife 

Disagreements about the face 

“It has to be silly!” 

“No it has to be spooky!” 

Eventually you agree to have two pumpkins with the different faces

Peter tries to be your model for the different faces (mainly to make you laugh) 

He carves the silly pumpkin and you carve the spookier pumpkin

It becomes a competition more between the both of you

He does that little concentration face where his tongue sticks out and you get distracted 

So Peter ends up carving the fastest

Both end up as a disaster but Peter still argues his is better

Proud dorky smiles as you display them outside and light the candles 

Lots of pictures of them and your decorated halloween house

Peter refers to them as your pumpkin children

He totally doesn’t almost cry when you have to get rid of them

Ray Stantz ; 

Ray feels genuinely very warm and fuzzy inside if he helps a ghost crossover. It doesn’t happen often by any means, but the idea that he helped some poor persons soul rest makes him rest easier at the end of the day.

He loves carnivals! He never got to go much as a kid, but he adores them as an adult! Loves the games especially! Also loves arcades, and will often stop by on what little free time he has.

Before he was a Ghostbuster and most of his free time was taken up with missions, he used to volunteer constantly. Mostly at shelters for the homeless or women's shelters.

Has ADHD. Seriously. Badly. He feels things too hard and too fast. Has a special interest in the paranormal and mechanics!

Peter Venkman ; 

Oddly really has this distain of show business. Theater particularly. He used to want to be a rockstar but you’ll never hear him admit that now. And if you bring it up, he’ll probably either snap or walk away.

LOVES TRAINS! He has a secret stash of toy train sets. He may not like Christmas but he does enjoy The Polar Express.

Really enjoys collecting old vinyl records. Just thinks that their quality can’t be replicated. Enjoys rock and 70s and 80s the most. 

He doesn’t really keep in touch with his family. At all. Doesn’t like talking about them. At all. 

That being said; He thinks of the other ‘Busters as brothers. He may not be the best at showing it but he really, really cares about them. He’d put his life on the line for them in a heartbeat.

fuckin loves gummy bears. he will eat himself sick on them. 

I suck at writing dirty talk so here’s some praise!kink???

“You want me to be rough hmm princess?” He whispered, sliding his hand up your chest and wrapping it around your throat he pressed against it forcefully.

Your erratic breathing became somewhat restricted as you nodded eagerly, unable to form words as he continued to rub his fingers in a figure eight motion against your bundle of nerves. He smirked as he felt your wetness drip through your panties.

“I’m gonna need words darling,” He ordered, taking his hand away from your core which caused a whimper to slip out of your mouth.

He loved seeing you in this flustered state, underneath him and helplessly begging for a release.

“Yes, Please Tom.” You pleaded needily, holding his arm that was flush around your neck.

He placed his thumb on your bottom lip, allowing you to swirl your tongue around it making him groan as he intently watched you.

Catching his lip between his teeth, he lined up his length with your entrance pushing into you teasingly slow. A gasp left your lips at the sudden fullness.

“Come on sweetheart I want to hear you.” He prompted you, trying to hold back a moan as your walls clenched against him.

masterlist

🗡 you’d meet on neverland for the first time in your dreams.

🗡 At first pan would be confused

🗡 cause girls never ended up in neverland

🗡 even in their dreams

🗡 the lost boys would tease you the first few times you showed up

🗡 but one day you beat one of their stronger ones in a fight

🗡 and they all accepted you

🗡 and this left Pan genuinely confused

🗡 from that point on, you were the only one who got to address him as Peter

🗡 this cycle of you showing up in your dreams would go on for a while

🗡 you and Peter got closer

🗡 until the point came where he offered to let his shadow bring you to Neverland for real

🗡 you, of course, accepted

🗡 over time, whenever he sees one of the older lost boys, and especially Felix flirted, or even talked to you, he felt a burst of jealousy

🗡 it took a while for him to accept he loved you

🗡 it wouldn’t take long for the boys to catch on something was going on

🗡 and so none of them dared to talk to you whenever Pan was within earshot

🗡 which was always when it comes to neverland

🗡 eventually you’d confront him about it, and he simply tells you:

🗡 ‘You’re mine’

🗡 and that’s basically how it started

🗡 he was kind of possessive at times but you didn’t really mind

🗡 it would be little things

🗡 his arms around you whenever you sit on his lap

🗡 his fast, demanding, passionate kisses

🗡 his hand that would always be on you in some way: your shoulder, or your waist, 

🗡 or your thigh

🗡 even if he was possessive, he wasn’t the jealous type

🗡 because he didn’t need to be

🗡 the boys wouldn’t dare to face Pan’s wrath if they were caught flirting with you

🗡 the first ‘I love you’ would come from him

🗡 though indirectly

🗡 one day, when you were cuddling

🗡 he quietly asked you: ‘You do love me too, don’t you?’

🗡 to which you answered: ‘Yeah, I love you’