“What do you think?” Wade waited in the doorway impatiently for Peter to look up. “Babe, pay attention! I’m trying to decide what to wear for that party tonight!”
“I’m not going to look up.” Peter replied calmly without putting his book down. “Because that is literally the sluttiest Wonder Woman costume I’ve ever seen. I don’t even think strippers would wear that, Wade. Go take it off and put something else on, we are not going out in public like that.”
Wade looked down at himself critically. “I see nothing wrong with this. Also, Her Majesty Diana would object to being called a slut.”
“I’m not calling her a slut.” Peter turned a page and took a sip of his water. “I’m saying you look like a slutty version of a knock off of my favorite super hero and future wife. Go take it off.”
“I think you’re a prude!” Wade announced and turned on his heel, thigh high red and blue boots making the movement quite a bit less graceful. “I would win costume contests like this!”
“You will be arrested like that!” Peter retorted. “Put something else on!”
“She’s not your future wife!” Wade yelled from the bedroom. “She won’t want you after I get done with you!”
Peter rolled his eyes and turned another page in his book.
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Tag: a whole new world;; fic recs
Holy Ground (Spideypool)(Vampire/Priest AU)
From @muemmelmonster :: who requested a Priest/Vampire AU. Of course, Spidey is Andrew Garfield, Wade is Ryan Reynolds. This is Middle Ages time era, where religion and the churches were all powerful and people were burned at the stake as heretics.
Warnings for religion-caused homophobia, internalized homophobia, Vampire!Wade being fairly blasphemous towards traditional religion and uh… well our boys get busy in a place where they shouldn’t get busy. If any of these things are going to offend you, skip this fic.
Anyone who doesn’t have a problem with the above– enjoy 🙂 Because its honestly a sweet fic and I love it.
There is more Spideypool on my FIC MASTERLIST!
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Peter eyed the figure in the second pew uneasily, but tried to go about his usual duties as if he wasn’t bothered by the unblinking gaze and the slight smile that always rested about the mans lips.
It was easier said than done of course, because it was odd enough for anyone to sit and watch the priest throughout the day, but it was odder still for it to be a man who stared so intently.
But to make it all the worse– Peter, or Father Parker as he was known to his parishioners, knew very well that the man that sat so long without moving, wasn’t a man at all.
He was a supernatural creature, something that belonged in the dark, a spirit, a demon, an entity that had fanged teeth and eyes that flickered red– a vampire.
Inspired by the song Somebody That I Used To Know Tony and Bucky dated for a while and then Bucky gets in an accident where he loses his arm and he gets self-conscious and breaks up with Tony, he gets Steve to get his stuff from Tony’s house and he completely removes him from his life without explaining anything to Tony, Tony is devastated and doesn’t know what he did wrong and after 2 years he sees bucky again
“Bucky?” Tony ripped his sunglasses off and stared up at the man who had just plowed into him. “Buck? Uh, hey.”
“Hey. Heya, Tony.” Bucky ran his right hand through his hair awkwardly. “How are you? Been a long time.”
“Its been two years.” Tony corrected. “Not just a long time. Two years. Where the hell have you been? What have you been doing? Why did you–” Tony closed his mouth and backed up a step, folding his arms. “Hows it going?”
“Its good to see you Tony.” Bucky said quietly, letting his eyes trace over Tony’s heartbreakingly familiar face, the hair he had spent hours running his fingers through, the dark eyes he had fallen in love with. “You look good.”
“You look good too.” Tony nodded, glancing away and clearing his throat. “So. You’re back in town?”
“Visiting some friends. Um Steve is–”
“Steve. Right.” Tony unfolded then refolded his arms tensly. “Steve. How are you guys doing? Still together?”
“What? No.” Bucky shook his head. “Steve and I were never together.”
“What do you mean you were never together? What about when you–” Tony looked away again. “When you moved out. He helped you. I assumed…”
“Oh honey.” Bucky looked sad all the sudden. “No, no Tony. I didnt leave because I was with Steve.”
“Then why the hell–” Tony started to raise his voice but he put his hands up peacefully. “Nevermind. You look good, Buck. Glad to see you well. Guess Ill see you around.”
Tony jammed his hands in his pockets and stepped around him, heading up the sidewalk again.
Bucky watched him go, wondering how it could still hurt this bad after two years.
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“Tony wait!”
Tony turned around when Bucky grabbed his wrist. “What’s up Buck?” He looked tired, tired and just worn out and way too emotional to be having a conversation in the middle of the street.
“Tony, I didnt leave because I was with Steve, or because I didnt want you anymore.”
“I cant talk about this right now.” Tony tried to tug away.
“Tony–”
“No, Bucky!” Tony snapped. “Its been two years! Just let it go!”
“No, no sweet thing, I wont.” Bucky whispered and this time tears made his blue eyes shine. “I left because—”
He held out his left hand, the robotic one and Tony blinked down at it and then up at him.
“I dont get it.”
“I felt like half a man, Tony. I was hurt, and you had to do everything for me. I couldnt even– couldnt even hold you the way I used to, the way you liked.”
“I didnt care about that.” Tony brushed a hand over his face, cramming his sunglasses over his eyes. “I didnt care about that.”
“I know. But I did. So I ran away.” Bucky held up his left hand, curling it carefully around Tonys other wrist. “And it was stupid and Ive missed you every day. But I figured you hated me enough for leaving that you wouldnt even give me the time of day, much less…” he motioned between them. “And then after I decided to get the prosthesis, I was worried Id hurt you while I was adjusting to it and–”
“You’re so stupid!” Tony burst out. “Do you really think so little of me that I would care–” his voice broke. “I didnt hate you, but I kind of do now. For thinking we werent strong enough to handle it.”
“I am stupid.” Bucky agreed, and tilted Tonys chin up carefully. “Can we– Can I take you to dinner? Or can I come over and cook you dinner? I still remember your favorite way to cook chicken and—”
“Im a vegetarian now.” Tony sniffed and Bucky smiled slowly, wiping a tear from Tonys face.
“No you arent.”
“Fine, Im not but— but—” Tony took his sunglasses off again and jabbed them at Buckys chest. “Bucky. It killed me when you left. I loved you and I was ready to work through anything wiht you and then you just up and fucking left me! Give me one good reason I shouldnt try to knock your ass out?”
“Ill hold you the way you like.” Bucky murmured, and leaned in close to nuzzle Tonys cheek, knowing Tony had already forgiven him, because the beautiful brunette hadnt stopped touching his left arm, hadnt stopped lacing and unlacing their fingers even as he was yelling. “I remember how to do that too.”
“You’re not as charming as you used to be.” Tony snapped and Bucky finally just wrapped both arms around him and held him tight.
“Ive missed you.”
“I still hate you.”
“Thats fine. I can work with that.”
“Im going to make things miserable for you.”
“Thats fine, doll, I wouldnt expect anything else.”
“You have two years to make up for. Two.”
“Ill make up for every second, and then some. Whatever you want, okay?”
Bucky closed his eyes and tried not to cry when Tony finally put his arms around him.
“The robot arm is a little hot.” Tony admitted, his voice muffled in Buckys jacket.
“There’s my tech genius.” Bucky pulled away only enough to steal a quick kiss. “My beautiful genius. Come on. Lets go start making up for all that lost time.
Vampire Queen (Diana Prince/Valkyrie)
(This is… Halloween-y? Idk I had a thought and I wrote a thing)
The man lay twisted on silent cobblestones, limp against unfeeling rock.
All too loud his cries had risen, ripping through the late night quiet, echoing through empty streets, falling on deaf ears as curtains were drawn and doors were bolted and eyes were turned away.
He should have known better, they will say in the morning when the newspaper boys find him.
He should have known better, they will say when the doctor isn’t called because he already knows what happened and it isn’t worth his time to care.
He should have known better, they will say when he is tossed aside like so much trash, an unmarked grave that is more a gaping hole where one more nameless body is added to the already too high count.
A man should know better than to wander the streets at night, the whores will say with painted lips and rouged cheeks and a smile that speaks of a certain knowing that the men will never have, a type of knowledge that comes from working the street, from knowing who and what lurks in the shadows to pluck a man away, to take his very soul.
“He wasn’t to your liking, my Queen?” She says from the dark, bending to dip her finger in a river of red and drawing it to her mouth to taste, to inhale, to breathe in what had once held so much life.
“He tasted bitter.” Her Queen answers, and she is terrible and ancient, her voice a whisper to the one she loves and a scream to those whose eavesdrop, a beauty too rich for the Underworld and too vibrant for man, speaking in low tones of secrets and millennia and a hunger that is never quelled.
“He was a politician, a crooked judge.” The other counters, each consonant a death sentence as if his choice in career had marked him as deserving for this fate.
“Ah.” The Queen smiles, sharp edges and sharper fangs curling over her lips, a sure sign of death reflected in her silvered eyes. “Then of course he was bitter.”
“We shall find you something sweet?” She offers then, and it is her own body that she gives over, as desperate tonight for her Queens teeth in her neck as she had been that first night and every night after.
“My love, you tempt me.” The Queen answers. “But it is still before dawn and the hunt calls me.”
“You know they call you their Saint.” She murmurs, “The women of the street do. You strike down those that hurt them, that are too rough, that take what they want . They call you a saint, an angel.”
“I am neither.”
“You are so much more.”
When they kiss it is more gentle than anyone would ever know, a touch of lips, a barest breath, a sweet touch as if the other is too fragile, to precious, as if the night wind that winds through their hair could tear them apart, as if too sudden a moment would break their unbeating hearts.
“You don’t regret it?” Her Queen asks, just as she has every other night. “You don’t regret being mine.”
“I could never.” She whispers and this time the kiss is full of teeth and tongue, fangs and growls, greedy breaths and grasping claws and when Her Queen pushes her into the dark, against a wall, she goes willingly, bares her neck willingly, never closes her eyes because she will never tire of the way her Queen gasps with the first taste of blood, of the way the silvered eyes melt scarlet with desire, with the way her Queen tears at her clothes until they are bare beneath the moon and the night bears witness to their passion.
And then, as they lie together and pant into each other’s mouths, as the shadows themselves rearrange to cloak them from sight, as the city lies quiet and waiting, holding its breath until the Queen speaks again—
—it is then and only then, soft and sweet and yearning, “My darling Valkyrie, how did I ever think I lived without you in my arms?”
“Diana, my Queen.” The name is reverent, a whisper, a privilege, a prayer. “Come hunt with me.”
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Another man lies on the docks, pale and still and empty, the fog surrounding him, hiding him until the sun pushes it away and a fisherman spies his form.
Two last night, they say with worried faces. I wonder if she is angry.
Two last night, the doctor says and it’s too early to drink but he drinks anyway. Something must be wrong.
Two last night, they say and no one mourns the politician but the other had done nothing wrong. Why did she take two?
Two last night, the whores say as they leave their corners and head towards home, smiles sharp and brittle and longing because they know what the men will never know.
Two last night, because nothing piques the Queens appetite like moments beneath the moon and the stars with her love, two last night because after crying her pleasure to the abandoned streets she was ravenous, two last night because the Vampire Queen had torn the second ones throat and watched her love, her Valkyrie, drink until she was full and sleepy and had carried her back to their dwelling to watch the sun rise.
Two last night, and no one could be bothered to care.
A man should know better than to wander the streets at night when the Queen is out to roam.
Venom/Deadpool
(TW brief mention of self harm/suicide but it’s DP so… you know)
It’s like 3 am and I haven’t been sleeping and I had this weird thought that Venom/symbrock would be FASCINATED by Deadpool and not in like, a healthy way. Not at first.
Like maybe Venom goes after him because “we can eat bad people” but then, “oh wait, is he really a bad guy?” And then “he definitely just did some bad guy things so let’s eat his arm/head/whatever” and a few nights later they run into that unkillable fucker and are like???? Didn’t we eat you??
And it becomes a weird challenge for Venom to try and get Deadpool and Eddie finds himself sort of oddly…. like huh, there’s someone else like me?
Because like, DP is a monster all on his own, and he hears voices too but it’s not a symbiote who has changed to want to protect their host, no DPs voices are terrible and push him to self harm and he just laughs them off and pushes them away until he can’t anymore and that’s the first time Venom finds DP dead.
And they sort of mourn, Venom does, because now their little game is over and they have to go back to eating normal bad guys and Eddie is sad because he thought he’d finally found someone who could understand his ‘demon’ because Wade had demons of his own?
But then, honestly what the fuck, Wade starts breathing again and complaining about how his head hurts now and ugh Venom could have at least carried him to a park so he could have woken up in a bed of flowers and Eddie laughs in surprise and it’s the first time he’s really laughed in a long time.
Venom doesn’t even phase Wade. When Eddie invites him up for pizza and beer, Wade doesn’t even blink when they get to the shitty apartment and suddenly Eddie is there and Big and Black and Gooey is moving out of his shoulder and taking their own form, Wade just shrugs and says “I charge extra for threesomes” and Eddie laughs again.
It’s healthy in some twisted way, whatever friendship they form because Eddie knows Wade is what he could easily become if Venom hadn’t decided to love him and take care of him and had kept ruining him instead. He could absolutely be a violent unkillable fool who laughs because life has fucked him so far over that everything is funny in some awful way. He could be alone and in pain— yeah, he knows Wade hurts, can tell that the scars and his mutation hurt constantly— and being around Wade makes him appreciate Venom more.
And it’s healthy in some twisted way, because they don’t have to pretend around each other, there isn’t a level of “acceptable” they have to maintain. They can eat mountains of trash, they can sit in the dark and let the depression run deep and awful, they can come out of it and the other one will shrug off the episode because “life sucks and then you don’t die because you’re sort of cursed so you just keep going”.
And it’s healthy in some twisted way because the first time they are binge watching Golden Girls and Wade is lying there, scarred and violent and not giving a single fuck, Eddie leans over and kisses him and Wade grabs him and kisses him back and both of them fully expect Venom to SCREAM and rip them apart because the thing is possessive AF—
—Black ripples from Eddies fingers and Venom touches Wade and hisses over the pain he feels lurking just under the surface, but then he spreads up Wade’s arms to his shoulders and up his neck and down his back and Wade starts to say something about being “down for doing the nasty with that tongue” but then he realizes that the voices are quiet, and he doesn’t really hurt just then and that he’s still kissing Eddie but the other is there too, wrapped around them but lying passive as if protecting them.
They are both fragile and damaged and pushed out of acceptable society and far from what they had been, but here they are wound together and it works.
It’s not love, not even close, but it works.
It’s barely even lust, mostly it’s about being able to touch someone and not being afraid of them leaving/screaming/hating it, but it works.
It’s random nights and early afternoons and weeks without saying a word to each other and doing dangerous things off roof tops because Wade can’t die and Eddie is Protected, and screaming when they fight and waking up from nightmares and pretending the other doesn’t hear even though they cling to each other afterwards and laughing until it hurts their sides, but it works.
The first time Wade sees Venom fucking Eddie, he gets popcorn and sits on the floor and watches because why not?
The first time Eddie goes down on him, Wade keeps up a non stop commentary on those perfect fucking lips and only shuts up when Venom presses against and into him and he finally gets a taste of that particular benefit.
The first time Wade kisses Eddie goodbye and calls him babe out the door all three of them go very very still because this is different than the usual.
Wade laughs it off, Eddie doesn’t say anything at all and Venom is curious.
After that, it’s the first time in a long time that Wade tries to hurt himself and Venom SURGES from Eddies skin and wraps himself around Wade to stop it all from happening.
It’s healthy in a twisted sort of way, whatever they have, and sometimes they joke about how the only other human Venom can stand is barely human at all.
But it works.
Spideypool Dragon AU (Final)
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It took every bit of May’s not inconsiderable self control to not tiger-out completely and most likely permanently when her front door was kicked in and a partial shifted dragon filled the space, wings outstretched, eyes burning gold, blood red and midnight black scales covering most of his body.
But worse– as if there was anything worse than an Alpha predator in her house– the dragon shifter was holding Peter in his arms and Peter was bleeding.
“Oh my god!” Her fear of the dragon completely forgotten in light of seeing her nephew hurt, May rushed forward to take Peter, but stopped in her tracks when the big shifter huffed a puff of smoke at her, a dangerous growl rumbling through his chest.
“Two things are going to happen right now.” May folded her arms and glared up at him, stripes rippling over her skin and her own eyes turning yellow in agitation. “You are going to stop smoking up my living room, I didn’t let my mate smoke his cigars in here I’m certainly not going to let you do it, so cut it out.”
Wade’s eyes widened, then narrowed and he growled a little louder, the knowledge that May could help warring with his instinct to keep anyone and everyone away from his mate.
“Two!” She said louder, and this time she growled too, her tiger coming forward enough to sharpen her fingers into claws, showing off a pair of fangs that rivaled Wade’s when she snarled. “That is my nephew and my family currently bleeding out on my kitchen floor and you will let me treat him do I make myself perfectly clear?!”
“Mate.” Wade snarled, and May snarled louder, “Family!”
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They managed a week of post bond bliss before real life intruded again, and it started with running out of food, and ended with Peter bleeding out in Wade’s arms and neither one of them were ready.
“Wade.” Peter lay a gentle kiss on Wade’s forehead, smiling when his mate’s eyes opened instantly, shining bright gold for a few seconds before fading to hazel as his dragon receded. “Good morning.”
“Mate.” Wade kissed him happily, hungrily, pulling Peter down onto the bed roll and settling between his legs. “Why are you out of bed?”
“Because the sun’s up and we’re out of food.” Peter tried to wriggle out of Wade’s grasp. “I’m hungry. Go do the dragon thing and bring me food like you used to.”
“The dragon thing?” Wade laughed, nibbling lightly at Peter’s throat and watching a bruise form beneath his teeth. “Want me to scale up and roast you a rabbit with my mighty fire breath?”
“That would be great, thanks.” Peter nodded seriously, then shrieked when Wade bit him harder. “Wa-a-a-a-de! I’m hungry!”
Hey uh doll hi hello 1. You said talk about donuts in your bio so you’re automatically a fave and 2. You said you were bored and wanted prompts so imagine Tony and Bucky sharing a glazed donut and just being happy! And probably also on a date or maybe on the roof of the tower watching the sun set whilst Bucky toys with the wedding ring he has in his pocket y’know I think that’d be okay? Idk sorry if I’m being annoying
This took approximately 25 years to fill and it probably wasn’t worth the wait lmao I’m sorry ;; but I had a lot of fun writing it.
If there are typos then that’s all completely my fault. I’ve got no beta. All I have is Google Docs and spellcheck.
Maybe it’s a bit of a cliché scene, the both of them lounging around on a couch they dragged out onto the landing pad. But it’s comfortable; there’s no flashing cameras, no invasive questions, and no furtive glances. Just the two of them (and okay, maybe one flashing camera, but that’s just because Tony insists on taking selfies).
“I’m still upset about the Boston creams,” Tony grumbles, a chunk of glazed donut in his hand. He pops the donut into his mouth, sucking off some of the dried glaze that covers his fingers. After swallowing, he adds, “The lack of them, to be more specific.” Although, they did stop by the shop near 6PM, so he supposes he can’t complain too much.
Bucky hands Tony another chunk before polishing off the remainder. “I feel like it’d be harder to share a Boston cream,” Bucky says, actually pondering the logistics of sharing such a donut. He gestures vaguely at Tony’s jeans that probably cost more than what most people make in a week. “Do you want a bunch’a filling all over your pants.”
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They agreed to wait until the sun set to try to bond, Peter too shy to just be out in the open and wanting at least a little romance for his first official time, Wade
hatingknowing that he needed more time to adjust to being human before attempting something asoverwhelmingimportant as bonding.Peter was only human after all, and if Wade lost control and burst into a partial half way through it all, he could very well rip Peter apart and he wasn’t about the take that risk.
No, they definitely needed to wait. Needed to adjust.
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Wade held his breath, waiting for Peter to respond.
“So if we–” Peter rolled his hips cautiously and Wade bit off a groan. “If we do this, you’re going to try and bond with me?”
“That’s how it’s gonna be, Pete.”
“But why? Why can’t we just be like this?”
“Because–” Wade took a deep breath, willing his voice to steady. “Because I want to. Because I want you. Because I’m too emotionally invested for it to just be sex.”
“But this is the first time we’ve even done this sort of thing.” Peter countered. “How do you know that bonding is what you want?”
“We’ve been together all summer, Pete.” Wade kissed him longingly, dragging Peter’s bottom lip between his teeth. “All summer. When you weren’t screaming because I scared you, you were snarking at me and being sassy and hilarious and touching me. You touch me Pete, regardless of my dragon or my scars. You sleep curled up on my side even though I’m dangerous, and you keep–” his voice caught. “–you keep coming back. You keep coming back to me after I’ve been alone for so long. This is the first time I haven’t been lonely in–in– centuries. Since my first mate passed.”
“What if I never shift?” Peter asked then. “You’re human now which means you can come back to the village. It’s only been a few months of use being out here, who’s to say you won’t get down there and find some pretty shifter to be with? Now that you won’t have to be alone–”
“I’ll still want to be alone with you.” Wade finished. “I’m a dragon shifter, Pete. We mate only once a life time, and I’ve lived long enough for four lifetimes. So when I say I want you, I mean it.”