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"Ms L/N, I have an inquiry and would like to be let in." He gave 'that' look with his sparkling eyes.
Oh, but you knew that look all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you played a prank on Barty Crouch Jr. and he wanted information out of you.
"No. Say it now" you were not budging this time.
No one ever spoke to the old Professor that way and it was clear to see. He looked slightly alarmed but gathered his usual composure quickly.
"I want you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts Position and Hogwarts." He still gave you his warm attitude.
You took several moments.
You had all this success and Fame... Why should you leave a relationship? The relationship in which for a fact you knew he was sleeping with other women... But your career, where most of your job was done because you did such a good job at your job... The Dog... That you were thinking of getting.
'Why am I staying?' You questioned.
"September First I'll start I suppose. And I want a big office none of those shitty corner offices... And I want a higher pay than the rest of the" you stated your wants clearly to the professor.
"Done and Done... Professor L/N" He smiled.
"Thank you... Sir" you shook his hand and quickly shut the door. With your back leaning against the closed door... For the first time in eleven years, you began crying. You mourned for the eleven years you spent without your boys. The life you could have had.
After a good half, an hour of crying you composed yourself.
It was August 30th 1995. Albus was a little late with the offer you had to say. But... A little part of you was excited. Life was slowly getting better.
Your bag had been packed for years now. That should have been the first sign to leave. But you were scared like always. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriend saying your goodbye and telling him how to sort all your affairs.
You left the apartment you have had for a decade. A decade of wasted useless memories... If you could even call them that.
The Leaky Cauldron is where you decided to reside. It was where you spent a lot of your teenage years with your ex-boyfriends.
Tom the owner recognised you immediately not for your fame but from when you were younger. It was a nice refresher.
Unfortunately the Jet Lag really got to you and you ended up sleeping for 36 hours. You were late for the grand feast at Hogwarts.
The feast started at 7:00 pm it was now 7:15 pm.
"Shit. Shit. Shit" you began quickly getting dressed and putting on your make-up with very useful enchantments.
You quickly grabbed your two suitcases and ran down the rickety old stairs.
"Bye Ms L/N" Tom the Owner gave you his famous welcoming smile.
"Nice seeing you Tom" you waved goodbye and quickly hopped into the fireplace and floo* away.
You arrived just outside the great hall where Filch was with his scrawny little cat.
'That Thing is still alive" You thought.
"Hey Filch" you gave him you cheeky grin.
"No, Not you it's bad enough with the others" He snapped.
"Others?" You mumbled to yourself.
"Anyways, would you kindly take my luggage up to my room" You gave him a darling smile "and if you even try to open it will bite"
He grumbled and snatched the two cases off you.
You began making your way to the entranceway to the great hall when you heard a distant 'ouch' from Filch. You chuckled to yourself knowing you still got it.
The doors were closed meaning you were going to have to make a dramatic entrance and not a quiet one like you hoped. You quickly took out your wand and swung the doors open with power.
The students and staff were greeted with an enormity of wind from the doors and you.
You made your way in boots clicking on the floor.
The hall was silent all eyes were on you.
Then there was a "HOLY FUCK THAT'S Y/N L/N THE AUROR" and the hall erupted into chatter.
Then you saw them. Remus, James and Sirius. Looking at you with mixed emotions of Shook, Anger and Sadness.
You greeted Dumbledore and he showed you your seat right beside Hagrid and... Remus.
'Fuck'
You promptly sat down not even acknowledging the werewolf beside you who was staring at you with all his might.
The chattering was still going on to which Dumbledore shouted 'SILENCE'.
Boom. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Now, Professor L/N is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher so I think we should give her a proper welcome"
The whole hall erupted into applause but you didn't stand up. You were used to standing ovations this was nothing you were not really bothered.
The clapping quietened down and everyone went back to their meals.
Hagrid made light conversation with you and offered you food around five times but you could!'t eat you felt sick with them around.
They all took turns glaring daggers at you.
You just remained staring at your lap the whole time.
"Erm Y/N-" Remus' soft voice started.
You quickly got up from your chair,
"I think I am going to retire for the night, Goodnight Professor Hagrid" he nodded to you with a concerned smile and you quickly got up and left the room.
It was the next day and you started your first lesson with First Years. They were all scared and new so it was easy to get things done and it was a quiet class. Next was a set of Fifth Years in which you threatened maybe too harshly so they were quiet for the rest of the lesson.
Now it was third years.
They were all filing in and about to sit down.
"Don't sit down" you said flatly.
"Assort yourself Alphabetically statting with A's at the front". It took about three minutes for everyone to get into their seats which took a bit of shouting from you to get them to move faster.
You then went through the role.
"Pansy Parkinson". " Here, Professor"
"Parvarti Patil" "Here"
"Harry..."
'What the actual Fuck... THEY PROCREATED' Your mind was racing.
There it read 'Potter-Lupin-Black'. This was going to be shit.
"Harry Potter-Lupin-Black" you repeated stiffly.
"H-here Professor" "Don't Stutter. It lets your opponents know you're scared" you gave him 'the look'.
He gulped and looked down.
You got on with the role and class began.
"So, what defensive spells do you know?" You asked.
No one put their hand up.
"Did you learn anything in the past 2 years?" You snapped in and the students all jumped.
A girl with curly brown hair put her hand up.
"Yes?" You questioned.
"Eh s-stu-"
"Don't stutter" you cut her off.
She quickly composed herself not looking you in the eye.
"Stupify," she said more confidently.
"Name?"
"Hermione Granger," she said quickly still refusing to look you in the eye.
"Next?" You questioned.
Then the one you knew to be Harry put up his hand. There was no questioning that he was James' son, He looked almost identical... Except for the eyes. You have seen them somewhere but you couldn't put your finger on it.
"Go"
"The disarming spell," he said proudly.
"And it's name?" You questioned.
"Expelliarmus"
"Okay, any others?" You quickly moved off from him.
No one out their hand up.
"Are you serious? Does anyone know anything? Merlin's saggy balls. Who was your teacher?" You wondered how they knew absolutely nothing.
"Eh... Professor Lockhart" a girl told you.
"That dumbass? No wonder?" You rolled your eyes.
"I think expelliarmus works quite well" Harry said.
"What?" You asked him
"It does is a really good spell... Do we need much more?" The boy questioned pathetically.
"Oh I'm sorry"
"What?" He asked looking confused.
"I'm sorry. Why don't you get up here and teach the class? You seem to know quite a lot about disarming spells Mr Potter-Lupin-Black. I didn't mean to impose on your magical ability." You were harsh but it was necessary.
"I eh- erm"
"What did I say about stuttering?" You snapped "It seems the great Harry Potter-Lupin-Black thinks one can get through life by simply snatching someone's wand! Believe me Harry there are much worse ways someone can threaten you without a wand. Ways your mindless brain couldn't even comprehend. Do you think I got where I am today by simply disarming someone Potter?" You were now leaning over the poor boy giving him daggers.
"No... And it's Potter-Lupin-Black" he looked down shamefully.
"It's Potter in this class. And don't you dare correct me again." The class was in terror and the boy was shaking.
"Give me your wand Potter" you held your hand out to take it from him.
'"But prof-" he started to whine.
"Looks like your precious disarming spell might come in handy Potter. Give me the fucking wand" He quickly put the wand in your hand and you placed it on your desk
"You shall not get this back until you write a list of every defensive spell you can find in your textbook and library and write them all down with what their purpose is and the motion used. All of you will do it and it should be on my desk, next class" The class collectively groaned.
"Class is dismissed for the day" you waved them off.
"But professor the bell has not rung yet" the Granger girl said.
"I am the professor and what I say goes. Now, leave all of you!" You sort of shouted the kast bit and they all scattered out the class room.
It was dinner time but you decided to skip out and start writing. You were writing a book on all your best wizarding battles in America.
You were sitting at your desk with the dim candlelight shining on your face accentuating your featured and Suddenly your door burst open with the three men you knew more than yourself came in.
You didn't look up and kept writing.
"Threatening Our Son now L N" James snarled.
"Would have been nice of you to knock" you smirked to yourself still not giving them your full attention.
"Oh cut the crap L/N, You're not impressing anyone" Sirius's infamous voice rang in your ears.
"Wasn't trying to, I think I am enough for all my adoring fans" you finally looked up at them and gave them a cheeky grin.
They hadn't changed much in eleven years.
The three men stood there looking very tall and assertive.
Most of Remus' scars had faded there were just one or two new ones. You knew every single scar on his body since you used to kiss each one after a full moon. He had some dark eyebags which wasn't surprising since the full moon was only 2 days away.
Sirius had grown a beard which made him look older, mature and sexier. His eyes were still the same mysterious grey colour that at times you couldn't stop looking at them. They consumed you.
James was still buff from quidditch. His hair was no longer as messy and as unruly as you remembered. He still had a mischievous glint in his eyes and smile lines embedded in his face from his famous 'Potter Smirk' as Marlene McKinnon used to refer to it.
"See you're still sitting on your fat ego" James smirked.
"Oh don't worry Potter, couldn't nearly compare to yours. Looks like you still have two bitches kissing your ass every night" you smiled which seemed to infuriate the three men more.
"Give me Harry's wand" Remus spoke up in an angered tone.
"Oh no the big bad wolf is mad. Oh Please Remus don't blow my house down after all I'm just an innocent little girl" you teased.
Sirius looked like he was about to pounce.
"Easy there mutt don't want to go barking up the wrong tree, do we?" You were having the time of your life.
"We are all adults we can remain civil" James tried to calm the room.
"Not to worry Jamsie I won't do nothing... Just having a little fun"
"Seemed to be having a lot of fun being a bitter bitch to my son? Jealous L/N" Sirius questioned.
"Your son can't even rub two brain cells together to come up with a better spell than expelliarmus" you snorted.
"Typical L/N ignoring the question. I asked if you were jealous? Huh L/N. Oh I get it she's scared again" You quickly pulled your wand out and pointed it right at him.
James and Remus quickly pulled out their's.
"Say it fucking again Black. I dare you. I could do things that not even Grindlewald could fathom" you seethed.
"Look at you again. Putting up all these walls cause your scared. You act all tough with your top Auror position but deep down you are a scared little Bitch" He smirked.
"And you don't fo the same thing Black? Hows Mummy?" You snarled.
"Okay, what crawled up your bitter arse and died?" He shouted.
"YOUR FUCKING CHILD" you screamed back and immediately realised what you said and clamped your hand over your mouth and gasped.
You couldn't believe what you just said.
The room went deadly silent.
It was terrifying.
Then there was a burst of laughter from Remus.
Followed by the two other men.
You started laughing as well.
For the first time in years, you had a proper laugh.
The laughing went on for a good minute until it died down to a few chuckles. You were all wiping the tears from your eyes.
"Fucking hell" James sighed still laughing a little.
The room was in comfortable silence for a few moments.
"You are right" you admitted.
"What?" They all questioned at the same time.
"I am scared. I've been scared for the last thirteen years. I was scared for a child... Then I left and was scared to leave my stupid boyfriend and I am scared to face you." You hated to admit it but ur was true.
"I'm sorry. Truly I am I don't regret what I did though. I don't want children. Never have and never will. I do regret leaving you though. But then at the same time, I don't because I think you could have fought harder to find me. But you didn't" you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
"It was better that you left anyways" Sirius said.
You knew what he was going to say the one thing you didn't want to them to say but it was gojng to happen.
"We were cheating on you" There it was.
Deep down you knew it all along.
"How is Lily doing?" You asked. It was Lily it had always been Lily. They loved her first and she would always be first. The girl with emerald green eyes and flaming red hair. They told you not to worry about her but you knew and you were right. No matter who you were you would always be the second choice. Because why choose Y/N L/N when they can have Lily Evans.
"How di-"
"Wha-"
"This was a mistake" you stood up from your desk and walked to your room. You grabbed your suitcases not been unpacked yet. And grabbed your book from the desk.
"Tell Dumbledore I am sorry but something else came up" you stated flatley.
"Y/N-" Remus started but you cut him off.
"I refuse to be second choice again not with you or this job. He wanted you first and you refused... For the first time in my life, I'm not going to be second... Goodbye, My Loves, I'm sorry" With that you stepped into the fireplace and vanished in the flames.
Harry came into the Potter-Lupin-Black household holding a book in his hand.
"Hey Look what I found in the Muggle Book shop" Harry came in and showed his three fathers.
It was a light lilac book, average size with gold accents.
On the cover, it read 'to my first choice, from your second - Y/N L/N'
I'M BACK LOVES!!!
sorry I went M.I.A. I am studying A lot because I have a Big Exam in June so yk. Also, I'm a lazy Bitch. Anyways you can now stop your enquiring about when will Part Two be out. It's here now also on April Fool's Day it's not a joke though I promise. Also Happy Birthday to the Weasley Twins who are both very alive and well. Sorry for the like Year-long wait.
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Warnings: Pregnacy, Abortion, Lots of fighting, sadness, swearing, alcohol, angst
Please don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings up there ^^^
After you left school you moved into a lovely quaint cottage house in the country side with your 3 Boyfriends Remus, Sirius and James.
No less then 6 months later you found out you were pregnant.
Everything was already going great for you all. You were financially stable and all of you had great jobs.
Remus and Sirius were Aurors while James was a star qudditch player. You were also an Auror. If you had a baby you would have to give that up.
It scared you the thought of having a child. You felt as if your body wasn't strong enough. And you were not mentally in the right place.
James had mentioned he would of liked kids. Remus said he wouldn't mind once they didn't have the chance of getting lycanthrope.
Sirius wasn't too keen since he lived with Abusive parents he didn't really like the idea of children but with every day you could tell the idea was growing on him.
You never wanted kids. Especially not now. Your only 20 for fuck sake. You need to live your life and you can't do that with a child.
There you were sitting in the bathroom with the pregnacy test in hand crying your eyes out.
You didn't want this. It wasn't fair. Why did you have to carry the burden of a child. 'Mother' life just wasn't for you.
This weekend James was playing a big qudditch match against Italy and Sirius and Remus went to support. They wanted you to come but you told them that you weren't feeling to great. They offered to stay with you but you told them to go and support James.
You had an opportunity. The opportunity to get rid of the baby. If you told the boys they would be ecstatic that you pregnant. They wouldn't agree with an abortion. So why don't you take matters into your own hands?
So you got yourself cleaned up and went to the abortion clinic in the city.
Abortions were not really popular so it was empty.
"Eh.... Hi... Erm" you stuttered to the desk lady.
"Your here for an abortion" she said calmly with a kind smile.
You just nodded.
"Nothing to fret follow me" she led you into a bright room with a surgical bed in the middle.
"Now i need you to sign all these papers" she said giving you a pen and about 8 sheets of paper.
You quickly scanned through the papers signing anything that needed to be signed. You wanted this over and done with.
The desk lady checked the papers and got the doctor.
He asked you procedural questions and then told you what was going to happen.
You were shaking but agreed.
After about 10 minutes it was done.
The doctor explained that you would be having like a period for about 1-3 days and some cramps.
You nodded and left feeling good about yourself.
Then the guilt feeling kicked in.
You tried to shake it of so went to get a quick meal.
You had to keep some records for receipts.
You kept it in your personal filing cabinet. The boys would never look in there anyways.
2 days later the boys were home and you celebrated James' win.
Everything was back to normal.
*****2 years later*****
"Hey Y/N/N, where is your muggle passport" Remus asked.
You were all booking a holiday to Greece. You have wanted to go forever and you brought it up one day and they thought it was a great idea. You were all going to experience going there the Muggle way. By Plane.
"Eh I think it's in my filing cabinet" you were distracted trying to write a letter to your boss for time off.
"Okay" he nodded and went into the office.
He opened the silver drawer and was scanning through documents quickly reading the first word.
As he was scanning he thought he read the word abortion. He quickly went back to find it.
He lifted up the document.
'Abortion Clinic'
It said up the top. Remus' brows were furrowed.
There it said.
Patients name: Y/N L/N.
It even had the date which was the date James one the qudditch match against Italy. The date that you were the only one at home and claimed to be feeling sick.
It even had your signature at the bottom.
He couldn't wrap his head around it. The girl who wouldn't kill a fly and literally gave out to him for doing so, kill her own child.
But there was you signature to prove it all.
He had tears rolling down his cheeks. It read that the fetus was only 14 weeks old.
Right now they could of been experiencing parenthood but no. The baby was dead.
You were the murderer.
He angrily slammed the drawer and stomped into the living room.
"What the fuck is this Y/N" he gritted with the parchment in his hands.
You quickly stood up and grabbed it of him.
You scanned the paper. It was the one thing you hoped they would never find out about.
"W-where did you find this?" You stuttered.
"Oh so you were just planning on keeping this a fucking secret" he slammed his hand on the table beside him.
James and Sirius got up from there seats wanting to know what's going on.
"What's going on?" James said frantically.
Sirius was quick to grab the parchment out of your hands.
Both James and Sirius had a look. You could see the realisation in their eyes. There curiosity turned into fear, anger and sadness all at the same time.
They both gave you a look of horror.
"Oh don't give me that fucking look" you whined.
"What look Y/N? The look realizing the love of your life just killed your unborn child" Sirius said.
"Why the fuck did you do that? And without discussing with us" James was trying to control his anger.
You took a deep breath trying to calm down.
"I- I was scared and I didn't want a child. It... It's not what I want and.. I knew i would have to give up work, and I was only 20 I had my whole fucking life a head of me and I was going to let a child ruin that" you had tears in your eyes.
"And you didn't tell us cause you knew. You knew that we would talk you out of it" Sirius grimanced.
You shamefully nodded.
"I actually can't fucking believe you. You thought a child would ruin your life. Your own flesh a blood" Remus was mad... Very mad.
"I- I done it for us-" you were cut of by Sirius.
"Who is us Y/N? You went of and done it yourself without even asking us? A normal sane woman doesn't go killing there own child without even talking to their partner first" he screamed.
"Oh now i'm insane. Quick quick lock me up before I kill someone else" You laughed in a mocking manner.
"Oh fuck of you bitch" James screamed so loud.
You looked him dead in the eyes.
"YOUR NOT THE ONE WHO HAS TO CARRY THE BLOODY THING. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL?" You screamed back at him.
"No I don't know. But what I do know Is your AN EMPTY HOLLOW SHELL OF A WOMAN." He pointed a finger directly in your face.
You had an evil grin.
"Oh James you do really know how to make me laugh. Maybe instead of me laugh get some fucking common sense." You were angry at them. Why couldn't they see your point of view.
"Just calm down for 2 minutes everyone" Remus tried to settle everyone down.
"If you hate us so much what the hell are you doing in our house" James had lost control of his emotions.
You stared at him in shock.
"I- I don't know" a single tear rolled down your face.
You quickly ran grabbed your shoes and bag and went out the door.
The rest of the boy ran to follow but it was too late you had apparated away.
*****12 years later*****
After you apparated that night you spent most of your time in the pub. You never came back to that house or to your job.
Then one night a man came in.
He was tall had curly sandy brown hair with blue eyes.
He looked respectful. Not like the other slags who come here every night.
He sat beside you and nodded and ordered a fire whiskey.
"I'm Conan Scamander" he put his hand out for you to shake.
You gasped slightly but took it anyways.
"Y/N L/N" you smiled.
Soon you both got into conversation about everything and anything and eventually you were meeting up there every weekend. He was on a buissnes trip and he usually lived in America. He asked you to be his girlfriend and you agreed.
When it was time for him to leave he asked you to go with him and you happily obliged.
There was still that feeling of guilt. You still loved your boys.
When you got there you got stuck into Auror work over there to distract you from some unwanted feelings.
Soon you became the best Auror in America and began to get famous.
After 11 years of living there someone knocked on your door.
It was Albus Dumbledore.
Hey My Loves,
I hope this didn't make you uncomfortable. I wanted to write something really different.
Hope you enjoyed.
Again apologise for bad writing and grammatical skills.
Also I kind of rushed the end and I haven't proof read
Can anyone identify the movie which inspired this?
peter parker x black cat reader soulmate au ~ main masterlist
total word count: ~38k
warnings: language, blood mentions, gun mentions, angst
summary: even a criminal like you has always looked forward to meeting your soulmate and feeling the click everyone talks about - but even when it’s with the boy you always wanted it to be with, there are still barriers in your way. namely, how peter seems to hate your alter ego more than anyone you’ve met
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summary ↠ you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae. ↠ college!soulmate au; gn!reader.
warnings ↠ near-death experience (almost traffic collision; no injuries sustained), minor angst. this is very very fluffy on the whole, though. very soft :’) angst w a happy ending, if you will…
word count ↠ 6k.
a/n ↠ I feel emotional distress for 0.2 seconds and fall back to my 16 year old coping mechanism of fluffy peter parker fic ,,,, :D kinda very happy with how this turned out tbh. I hope you like it :)
++ I don’t like how a lot of soulmate aus are reliant on heteronormative structures and ideals, so I tried really hard to construct this universe in a way that would appeal to any type of person and any form of relationship that might fall under the category of a ‘soulmate’! it’s all world building stuff, but I guess if you’re wondering why I made it more fluid than my previous attempts at this au, that’s why! love is fluid and flexible and I think it’s important to reflect that in fiction!!
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synopsis ⇢ there’s something indescribably broken in your new neighbour. no one living in this building has a happy story, but the boy in 3b’s got ghosts in his eyes that he can’t hide, not even underneath his polite manners and awkward smiles. you didn’t plan on trying to figure him out, but star wars puns and scribbled napkin notes might open the road for both of you. if only he can afford to let you in.
↳ post-no way home so major spoilers
genre ⇢ light fluff, mostly angst
word count ⇢ 8.2k
note ⇢ i will not be writing a second part so please don’t ask for it, it’s very discouraging to post something only to get “we need part two” for feedback & nothing else. i’m trying something new with this fic, it’s shorter than the oneshots i usually write, so i’m a little nervous about it. please let me know what you think ♡
++ mini-playlist: blame - grace carter & jacob banks / bad luck - khalid / all i wanted - paramore
peter parker x reader - wattpad (more unposted fics are located here) - requests closed as of august 2021 - fics by other authors that I love
updated jan 30 2022
💋 - suggestive / 🌻 - personal favorite / ✨ - soulmate au / 🌧 - mostly angst / 💕 - mostly fluff / ⚡️ - super hero or super powered reader
one shots:
sweatshirt - you and peter broke up a long time ago, but something about seeing you in his old sweatshirt makes him act impulsively
stood up 💋⚡️- you and peter get on each others nerves - funnily enough you would not have expected a date-gone-wrong to be the start of fixing your relationship
fake it 🌻💕⚡️- peter comes up with the brilliant idea of you both fake dating each other as a way to get the team to back off on the couple comments
spider-man cookies and napkin notes 💕- peter has finally been bullied (lovingly, of course) by his friends into asking out the cute barista, but things go a little wrong. or maybe a little right
reward system 💋- sometimes you feel a little behind everyone else, but peter makes sure to remind you that you’re not as alone as you think you are
boys and girls - based on the song “boys and girls” by james tw
second chances 🌧- you meet your unrequited high school crush/best friend years later at a college frat party of all places - things go about as well as expected
good looking 🌻💕- spider-man landed on your balcony once and the rest is history (said every peter fic ever)
back to december 🌧- you meet peter in december, and his sad eyes and shy personality pull you in (no way home spoilers)
just the two of us 💕💋 - peter is pretty much the only thing keeping you sane during your time in grad school
summary: you're a loki variant who's sucked into the multiverse mess. you meet the famous Peter Parker, as well as two more Peter Parkers, one more annoying than the other. | FEM!READER
NO WAY HOME SPOILERS! : Labcoat Peter is andrew!Peter btw.
Waking up in a pile of sand described your entire life in less than ten words.
One second, you were arguing with Mobius and now here you are, surrounded by trashcans and dirt. Luckily, you still had your knives, which were your only source of comfort. Last week, Sylvie had given you a wide range of choices of weapons to choose from, but you stuck to your daggers. You didn't have the time or patience to figure out machine guns and crossbows.
Besides, the only secret one needs to know about knives was something you had already memorized years ago — the sharper the edge, the cleaner the cut.
You stood up, groaning from the mild pain which was now climbing up your spine. Before you could figure out your next step, a familiar voice spoke from behind.
"Y/N?"
You let out a sigh of relief.
In foreign lands, who wouldn't be happy to see someone friendly? Peter Parker got under your skin most of the time, but he's one of the only few Avengers you didn't hate. You also immediately connected the dots — if there's Peter, you were on Midgard, a place you have been to a lot of times because of Loki.
"What's going on? Didn't you like, die last year?"
"No, that was Loki," you corrected, loosening the grip on your knife.
"No, I'm pretty you both died."
"Gods never really die," you said mysteriously, not wanting to explain how Loki stole the Tesseract and weaseled his way out of this mess. Your words had the intended effect on him, whose mouth fell open like a baby who's been shown card tricks for the first time.
"But how am I here?" you wondered, shivering against the cold. "I was literally winning the argument against Mobius and now I'm in this dump of a planet, no offense."
"None taken. Er, listen I might know something about that."
You groaned. "What did you do now? Are we in another world catastrophe?"
"It's more of an intergalactic problem," he said, pointing to the door behind him, something you haven't noticed before.
Turns out, you were currently standing in the dumpster behind some sort of unused laboratory. Or that's what you assumed by the hazard pictogram on the metal anyway.
Hesitating, you followed the boy inside. He muttered under his breath about something or the other, but you were too distracted to make out the words.
"There are some new faces by the way," he said, sounding exhausted.
Finally stepping into the light, you saw that it indeed was a laboratory, but it definitely wasn't empty. Ned and MJ were people you instantly recognized, but there were two more men — one in a labcoat and another in casual attire.
"Y/N!" MJ smiled, which made you soften inside. It wasn't everyday that someone was happy to see you. "Peter, c'mon did the multiverse thing bring her here too?"
"I think so?" he said, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, meet Y/N everyone."
The one you assumed to be the oldest just gave you a sympathetic smile, as if he could see how confused and worried you were inside. Nice guy, you decided.
The Labcoat looked up from whatever solution he was brewing, web-shooters pointing straight at you already. Not so nice.
"She's friendly, we know her," Peter said quickly, the one who was still standing next to you. You remained unaffected by Labcoat's hostility and decided to clear some things up.
"Wait, wait they're your variants?" you were excited. It wasn't every day you met others of your kind.
"Kind of?"
His hesitation made you raise an eyebrow. "And I'm here because someone tampered with the multiverse?"
"Possibly," he nodded grimly.
"That someone being you?"
"It wasn't his fault!" Labcoat Peter said sharply, though he did lower his hands.
"Charmed to meet you too," you said, tilting your head to one side. "What are you people trying to do anyway?"
"There are monsters we need to cure—" the youngest Peter's voice was cut off by Labcoat.
"Don't tell her the plan, she looks suspicious." He almost sounded like a protective brother, which you found interesting.
You did a quick scan of his face. Kind eyes, but tired ones. He's been pushing himself for the last many years, you could see that. Why he had marked you as untrustworthy was yet to be known, but it wasn't the most unusual thing to happen that day.
"I'm literally the nicest person ever," you shrugged, sitting down on an empty chair.
"Is that why you have a knife?"
"Three knives," you corrected. "Plus one switchblade."
"Okay, we're not fighting when we have things to do," the oldest Peter said, gesturing to all the different books before him. "And you look cold, do you want a blanket or something? I can look around—"
"I'm fine," you interrupted. "I'd rather have a ticket out of this place and you mortals clearly need my help."
You were about to take a bottle of acetone, but webs knocked it out of your hands. Unsurprised, you glared at Labcoat. It was clear that you wouldn't get anything done if he's still being like this.
"I don't care who you think you are," you said angrily, standing up. "But you should think twice before getting on the bad side of a witch and a god."
"You're a god?" Just for a second, he looked genuinely surprised. It definitely caught him off guard. You smiled.
"God is just a title, witch is what you should watch out for," you said, snapping your fingers.
The bottle instantly flew out of his reach and came back to your waiting fingers. That little show did render him speechless, making you oddly proud inside.
"Right so, uh, now that's done, here's our plan," the youngest Peter said, spreading a chart over the table.
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Their idea was well thought out, which also mean it was very boring.
You almost drifted off to sleep while Peter was lecturing on how to make the cures. Being a Loki and convincing others that you wanted to be helpful was no small feat, especially when there seemed to be someone who wanted to see you fail.
But as much as Labcoat Peter was annoying, he was also the one who did his part first, meaning your target of the plan should be him.
Of course you had a plan, you're a Loki. You were not exactly concerned with the well-being of Midgard. Interested? Yes. Not so much worried. You had more pressing issues, none of which could be addressed if you're stuck here.
"Hello," you said smoothly, sliding your seat next to him. Labcoat looked up, suddenly wary.
"I won't do it," he said plainly.
"I didn't say anything—"
"You're obviously in need of something. Why else would you stick around on Earth?" he asked, as though it was clear as the water in front of him.
"Peter's my friend."
"Acquaintances is a better word. If expect me to believe you care about him, then you must think I'm not the smartest."
You frowned. It might have been your fault to underestimate him but that didn't mean you were going to give up. You decided to take a different approach. Heroes were always easily persuadable.
"Fine," you sighed, folding your hands. "I do wanna go back. Is that so bad?"
"If you care about going back more than fixing this, that makes you dangerous," he recited off, taking a solution even though you knew it was ready.
"You're stupid if you think I need a reason to be dangerous," you smiled, leaning your head against your hand and looking up at him. Your playfulness only made him seem more tired.
"Alright then," he said, giving in. "If you're so powerful, what do you want? Why can't you just spin and vanish to wherever you wanna go in a puff of green smoke?"
"Because I don't know where the TVA is," you replied, a little impatiently. "I need a temp pad to go back and it's not something I can make in two seconds."
"And you think I'll make it?" He sounded so amused that you knew he won't agree to it so easily.
You thought for a bit before speaking. "TVA is ruining my life. All Lokis' lives actually. You're a variant of a Peter Parker. You don't know what it's like for us.
You get to be a hero in every universe. What would you do if you spend your whole life running and came to realize that the dumb choices you did weren't your fault but some idiots calling themselves the Time-Keepers?"
"What?"
"You got to be good. I didn't have a choice," you said sharply. "I'd rather go back to my own universe and see my mom, my cat, and my plant — gods, did anyone even water the plant? And you know how long it's been since I've had the pancakes made by my brother?"
"Where are you going with this?" He interrupted, angrily meeting your eyes.
"You can go back home," you whispered, showing just a crack of vulnerability. Just enough that he visibly softened. "I can't. Not ever. The least I can do is burn down TVA and any gods who think they can take away free will. I just need the temp pad and I swear I'll go my own way."
"I haven't even heard of temp pad before! You can't expect me to make it!" he said defensively.
"You're smart and I'll help," you said, your voice suddenly excited. "Please?"
He sighed, making you properly smile. Heroes were always easily persuadable, especially if you made them think they were saving you.
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"Where were you?" MJ asked, seeing you walk back into the laboratory half an hour later.
"Had to take care of something," you winked, then threw a glass rod to Labcoat. He caught it easily, not even looking up from what he was working on.
"This is too short," he said, then instantly added, "nevermind, I'll take care of it."
"What are you guys working on?" the youngest Peter asked, removing his glass goggles. "I thought you finished the cures."
"I did, this is just something for Y/N- AHA!" Labcoat Peter jumped up, and you almost expected him to start tap dancing. "Finally!"
"Is it done?" you asked, alarmed. "Already?"
"I think so, I've done all you told me, and now the chip's properly installed." He showed the small rectangle device, making you almost scream with joy yourself. Just as you were about to reach for it, he raised it over his head.
You groaned. "What now?"
"You are not walking off into the sunset while the rest of us needs help," he said, pointing to the laboratory. "You know magic. If anything goes wrong, it's good to have a god for backup."
"I thought I was suspicious."
"No, you're just annoying. I promise I'll give you the temp pad after this mess is over."
"Or I can just kill—" you stopped when you saw the youngest Peter was staring. No matter how grown-up he may be, he still looked like a wound puppy, or more specifically, like a kid whose parents are always fighting. You also remembered how he just lost his aunt.
"Fine," you muttered bitterly.
"Great!" MJ clapped her hands. "Do we start looking for the monsters now? Are all loose ends tied up nice and tight?"
"Actually, there's still Mr. Strange," the youngest Peter said, frowning. "I did trap him in the mirror dimension but I'm pretty sure he can't stay there for long."
"Don't worry about that, I took care of it," you said quickly.
"You did?" the oldest Peter asked, astonished.
"Why did you think I disappeared a while ago? I knew Stephen was the only one no one thought of so I kinda went ahead and did my own thing. Closed the portals for 24 hours. You're welcome."
"I thought you were out to get glass rods," Ned said, confused.
"I just picked it up from the trashcans on my way back." You shrugged. Everyone still looked surprised. "Seriously? Me helping without any strings attached is such a new concept?"
"It is, but we'll take about that later," Labcoat Peter said shrewdly. "And are we sure that the sorcerer Strange is such a liability? What if we need him?"
"Pfft, we won't," youngest Peter said, waving it off.
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ONE HOUR LATER
"Uh, I think we need Mr. Strange!" he yelled, looking at the sky.
You followed his lead, then immediately wished you hadn't. There seemed to be purple clouds, which wouldn't be alarming if there weren't thousands of silhouettes adorned among them, as if the stars are transforming into millions of people.
You gulped, knowing most of them were probably unfriendly.
"We need to stop this messed up spell now," you yelled, eyes trained on the approaching madness.
"CALL BACK STRANGE!" Labcoat Peter yelled. "Open the portals and bring him back!"
"How the hell do I do that— he's going to be there for 24 hours!"
"Do you want the temp pad or not?"
You bit down your lips, something you did whenever you had to make a choice between what was good for you versus what was good for everyone else.
"Give me the temp pad first," you demanded, holding out your hand.
"No, I'm not stupid," he said, stepping closer.
Cursing, you closed your eyes, trying to think of any incantation which would work, something to break the protective charm you had placed over the mirror dimension. If you somehow did that, Stephen could easily find his own way back.
You decided on a simple reversible spell, one that wasn't too complicated to do or remember. Clapping your hands together, you drew upon the power from any source you could — the air, the earth, the smell of apple trees a mile away — anything and everything you could connect with.
"Now," you whispered, lowering yourself and touching the ground with your hand.
Green smoke peaked out of the pebbles, then a glass-shattering sound echoed through the plane, one that was so strong that everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. You tried to help, but all it seemed to do was bring a ringing to everyone's ears.
"What the hell happened?" an unfamiliar voice said, making you turn in shock. A man in a long red cape was looking upon your small group with exasperated eyes.
"Mr. Strange!" the youngest Peter yelled, running forwards to hug him.
Stephen frowned at this gesture of affection and you would have laughed, but you had more pressing issues at hand. You turned to your Peter.
"Give me the temp pad, Labcoat," you said sharply, pointing at his hand.
"Labcoat? That's worse than Webhead," he scoffed, though he did seem entertained. Too entertained actually.
"I did what you asked!" you snapped. "Now hand it over."
"I said I'll give it to you after you're done with the fight," he said, holding the device close to his heart. "And you're going back to your home, not TVA. Go back to your family and land of pancakes."
"No," you gritted your teeth, angry and exhausted after the spell you just did.
You pounced, trying to get it off his annoyingly sticky fingers. He clawed at it with force, and the two of you were literally wrestling over a device while the universe was falling apart. Not your best moment.
"Let it go," you warned. "I'm saying this one last time, let it go."
"No!" he yelled.
"Then we're doing this my way," you whispered triumphantly, then pressed the button on its screen, the one that had the coordinates of where you needed to be.
Then all turned to dust.
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Pure darkness greeted you when you opened your eyes. You stood up, lighting the nearest lantern with magic, and saw that you were in a cellar of some kind.
"Where the hell am I?" Labcoat Peter yelled, jumping up from the floor at the sudden light.
"Welcome to TVA!" you said smugly. "I told you to let go."
"Huh," he stood up, looking around. "TVA's smaller than I imagined."
"Well, we're obviously in some kind of basement, I just need to find a way out." You squinted your eyes. "Wait, why are you not freaking out?"
"Hm?" He turned to you with a smile he had clearly lost trying to fight. "Oh, that's because we're in Tessa's cafe. In the cellar actually."
"What?"
"See," he pointed to the boxes in the corner, the ones that had a large 'T' printed on their sides. "I recognize the logo."
You were only more confused. "You've been to TVA before?"
He laughed, a full booming laugh that made you want to strangle him. "We're not in TVA, Your Highness."
A god doesn't usually go speechless, but that's sort of what happened with you. Saying "no" repeatedly under your breath, you went to the door, trying to force it open.
"The temp pad didn't work?" you yelled all the while you were pulling at the handle. "Why the fuck didn't it work?"
"Because I don't know how to make a fudging temp pad!" he said, still amused. "I'm smart, but not enough to literally make a portal through universes. I made a random gadget so you would stick around and help us."
"You did what?"
"I don't know how we're back at my universe though. My best bet is Stephen took care of it and fixed the spell. See, I knew he'd be useful!"
You were fuming.
No really, you could feel the anger coursing through your veins, burning everything from the inside out.
"I'm. Stuck. In. Your. Fucking. Universe?"
"With me!" he added joyfully. "Now I know it won't be as good as your pancakes but Tessa's has some excellent coffee. C'mon, it's my treat."
He used his webs to pull the door open, then casually walked past you, oblivious to your glares.
You followed him reluctantly because there wasn't much you could do. After the entire mess in Midgard, coffee didn't sound so bad. You could always just kill him later.
a/n: this one is an oldie that I’m sure has been on tumblr on my old account but 🤷🏽♀️fake dating tropes are just a classic
warnings: so much cheese, mentions of blood/fighting/guns, language of course, and oh no…there’s only one bed…
pairing: peter parker x reader
word count: 9.9k (damn)
summary: peter comes up with the brilliant idea of you both fake dating each other as a way to get the team to back off on the couple comments
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“Okay so you know how the team won’t leave us alone about wanting us to date?”
“Weird way to start a conversation, but go on,” you barely glanced up from your math homework to see your best friend biting his lip with his eyebrows scrunched up, clearly deep in thought.
“Okay hear me out,” Peter put his hands flat on the table, leaning forward. “What if we did date?”
SUMMARY; Y/N is falling for the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Unrelated, her and that dork Peter do not get along.
PAIRING; peter parker x reader / enemies to lovers au
WARNING; swearing, underage drinking, violence, angst, mention of blood, mentions of injuries.
CHAPTERS; one - Red and Blue Hero (2k notes!) 🕸 two - Mutual Friends (1k notes!) 🕸 three - Late Night Mission 🕸 four - A Different Mask 🕸 five - Spider-Day (1k notes!) 🕸 six - Flash’s Party (1k notes!) 🕸 seven - A Dream and A Nightmare (1k notes!) 🕸 eight - Black Eyes and Black Cats (1k notes!) 🕸 nine - Coffee Mishap 🕸 ten - Mirror 🕸 eleven - Supportive 🕸 twelve - Swinger 🕸 thirteen - Normal 🕸 final 🕸 COMPLETED
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Summary: Peter Parker and Y/N Stark are best known around Midtown High for their unvelievably vicious arguments that always stem from supposedly nothing. Their families, the Avengers, their teachers and anyone who has ever come across the bickering pair have tried to work it out between the two, but it never led to any conclusion. The two swore they would loathe each other till their final breath.
Both Y/N and Peter have their reasons for their deeprooted hatred for the other but what wil happen when they are paired up for both a class project and a mission? And what happens when that mission involves posing as a loving couple for the whole world to witness? Will they realise how fine the line truly is between love and hate? Can they tread along the line without anyone getting hurt?
Warnings: Fluff, angst, every trope ever, also this is my first series so keep that in mind, probably grammar mistakes
A/N: Ayo my first series. Hi everyone, ive wanted to get into writing for a while now and i guess i finally got my motivation to create a series. And what better way to start than with hands down the best trope; enemies to lovers. And with everyones fave Peter Parker. If you wanna be tagged in the series let me know and any suggestions for what you wanna see are greatly appreciated. I also want to give a shoutout to these people who probably dont even know i exist but their fics and their amazing writing has really inspired me and gave me the confidence to start writing, so thankyou @peeterparkr @duskholland @madmadmilk @lauras-collection @angelic-holland @heyhihellowhatsup0 @keepingupwiththeparkers
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