Would 10/10 Die For This

The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight

A/N: so here’s chapter two! I cannot wait to have three out because there is just so much banter between Luna and Peter in three. If you liked this a like would just make my day!

Summary: In which we see Moonlight and Spider-Man growing closer and forming a friendship as well as a partnership 

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, injury, blood

Chapter 2 - Partners in Fighting Crime

“So did the bad guy you talked to give you any idea of what time this mega size drug deal was about to go down?” Spider-Man as he and Moonlight sat waiting behind a bunch of wooden crates in a warehouse on the docs. 

Moonlight had aided in an arrest earlier in the night in a separate part of town than Spider-Man had been in. She’d overheard two of the suspects talking about how they were going to be dead for missing the deal that was going down at the “fun house”. After doing a little googling she found out that the fun house was a nickname for a warehouse called Jimmy’s Supplies where party supplies was made and shipped. 

“Nope.” Luna said, popping the p. 

“Did you get any names?”

“Nope.”

“Do you know anything else?”

“Nope.”

Spider-Man threw his arms up in exasperation. “Of course not.”

“All I know is it’s happening.” She shrugged, looking at her long black nails. She’d cut slits the glove of her suit for stiletto nails to go through since she’d got her nails done a couple days ago. She had to admit that she was obsessed with them. 

Spider-Man looked at the woman he had only recently started teaming up with some nights and shook his head. The guys she overheard were probably talking about another night or maybe even giving Moonlight false information to throw them off so they would miss something that was actually going to happen. His senses weren’t going off and nothing seemed amiss. This was why he worked alone. 

“Look, I appreciate you sharing information with me but I don’t think anything is going to happen tonight- at least not here.” Spider-Man stated, hands on his hips. 

Luna’s eyes flashed up but she didn’t move from her seat on a crate where her feet were propped up on another, legs crossed. “You wanna go that’s fine, I just figured we could work together. I’m not going anywhere, though.”

He stared at her for a second before nodding. “I’ll see you around.”

Moonlight gave a two fingered salute. “Later, buggy.”

Spider-Man took off from the warehouse and left the docs, heading back into the city. He quickly found a massive hostage situation going down at a gala at the MET. This was probably what those two guys had been talking about. They’d probably used code words so no one would know what they were actually talking about. Moonlight still had a lot to learn.

“Have any demands been made?” Peter asked as he jumped down from his web, walking up to the police chief. 

“None. My guess is they’re robbing the actual museums. Lotta art in there worth millions.”

Peter nodded before swinging his web up so that he could come in from the way they would least expect it: the ceiling. 

The glass ceiling gave him a perfect view as to what was going on inside. There were maybe fifteen masked guys, all armed and pointing their guns at the nicely dressed guests who were all terrified and cooperating. He tried to come up with a plan but none of them had good odds.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled before webbing up one of the window panes and then pressing down hard on it to shatter it. The web muffled the sound and held the glass so none of it fell below. He webbed it into a ball that he cast below, he would come back for it later, and started to lower himself down by his web. He was only a few feet down before he realized there was a couple of the armed men in a corner, talking among themselves and not paying attention. He quickly shot his web at them to cover their mouths and stick them to the wall, their guns falling but Peter grabbed them with his web and back to him, bringing them back up to the roof before going back down. Two down and thirteen to go.

He repeated this three more times, taking out the ones he could before knowing it was time to switch tactics. He was going to start pulling out the hostages. 

He crawled down the corner of the wall where there were large drapes so no one would see him. When he was down he looked up and took out the window directly above him like he had the one. He then got the attention of two women who were just a few feet from him, both shaking and crying. 

“Quietly.” He whispered.

They came over and he directed the first one to hold onto him. She gripped tight and he was shooting a web up and climbing it as fast as he could. One the roof, he jumped down it and set her on the ground. 

“Thank you, Spider-Man.” She cried, hugging him. “Please you have to save, Hannah too. She’s my sister.”

“I’m getting everyone out. I’ll be right back.”

Peter did the same with Hannah and two more guests and then another guest and so on. He knew he could only get so many people out before the hostage-takers noticed but he wanted as many people out as he could before any gunfire started.

There were two hundred people and he knew he had gotten around fifty around by the time the room was noticeably emptier. 

He’d only saved five more people before he heard the yell when he was just going back inside. 

“Oi! Greg! We got company.”

Peter knew he’d been spotted and dropped down from the ceiling, landing on his feet in the middle of the room. “Mind if I drop in?”

Gunshots rang out at the same time Peter started shooting his webs to take their guns. He dodged bullets and grabbed guns, trying to grab them as they came flying to him. He disarmed them all and threw the guns to nearby guests. “Can you hold these for a second please!”

It was Spider-Man against ten guys, hand to hand. Peter even made it easier for them by not using his web shooters. 

“You could try harder! Come on! I could do this blindfolded!” He egged. 

Just a few minutes later he was looking at ten guys on the ground who were either unconscious, surrendering, or too in pain to stand. “That was just sad. You guys really need to train more.”

He jogged over to where the giant doors were and opened them up, dozens of SWAT behind the door. “You’re welcome.” He stated. 

He walked out and noticed that police cars were taking off with their sirens on.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked an officer walking past him. 

“Some kind of huge drug deal going down at the docs. Looks like it’s Kingpin and his guys.”

Peter froze, only able to think one thing: Moonlight. He’d left her there all alone.

Shooting a web out, he took off and started swinging as fast as he could for the docks. Kingpin was no one to mess with. He’d been seriously injured by him on several occasions and always worried when they had any kind of encounter. His men were all incredibly trained and skilled. He had a hard time himself when it came to that organization. Moonlight was still finding her footing as a fighter and wasn’t as skilled of one as he was. She did have her powers as an advantage but it would be her against dozens of highly lethal men.

He felt like such an ass and so stupid. He should have listened to her. He assumed because she was new at this she didn’t know what she was doing and he may be the reason she gets seriously hurt or worse. 

He arrived before the cops and went right to the warehouse Moonlight had been in. He could hear voices when he was close enough but it didn’t sound like any kind of a fight was happening. That wasn’t good news. Either Moonlight left or…or she was down. The thought put a knot in his stomach.

He slipped in through a broken window in the back, looking for her. He was panicking a little and he tried to rationalize that she would be okay. She could simply be out cold somewhere. 

The area that they had been in before was now swarmed with Kingpins men, all armed and all very dangerous. The guys he had just taken out at the MET were nothing compared to these guys. These guys would actually be a challenge for him. 

He scanned the room and gripped the edge of the crate he was hiding before when he saw a head of long white hair on the ground behind some oil barrels. She wasn’t moving and he couldn’t separate her heartbeat from everyone else’s to know if she was alive or not. He needed to find a way to get to her. 

It was easier thought than done. He was nearly spotted several times but managed to get over to where she was. She was in a pool of her own blood with her hands on her stomach and eyes shut, skin pale. But her chest was rising and falling. She was still alive. The relief that washed over him made him dizzy.

He crawled over to her and put his hand on her cheek, patting gently. “Moonlight.” He whispered. “Wake up.”

Her eyes flashed open and she put her hand right to his throat. “It’s me!” He whisper screamed. 

Her hand dropped at the recognition. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Saving you, obviously.” He looked down to the wound in her stomach. It looked like she’d been shot. “I gotta get you out of here.”

She shook her head. “Hold on. I’m okay.”

He looked at her like she’d grown a third head. “In case you didn’t notice you’ve been shot like a thanksgiving turkey!” He hissed in a whisper. 

“Really?” She huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I thought they’d missed. Look, I need you to take it out.”

“Take what out?”

“The bullet.”

His eyes widened behind his mask. “What? You mean like reach in and pull it out?!”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Just do it!”

“No! I’m not putting my fingers in you like some war medic on the battlefield! I’m taking you to a hospital!”

“It’s not that big of a deal! Just reach in and get it out!”

He huffed through his nose before looking down to the bullet wound in her stomach that was still bleeding. “I have no idea how this is going to do any good. You’re still going to have a freaking hole in you.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her brace herself, one hand gripping the edge of an oil barrel they were behind. 

Moonlight made no noise as Peter dug around for the bullet but he could tell she was in agony, a sweat breaking out on her forehead and her heart racing, body rigid and tense. She looked like she was in a lot less pain than was actually in. He knew how excruciating it was to dig a bullet out of your body.

When he pulled it out he watched as she panted for a second.

“Now what?”

“Just be quiet.” She snapped.

He bit back a huff and watched as her hands went to her stomach and they started glowing. 

“What are you doing?”

Moonlight didn’t answer and her hands continued to glow on her stomach. When she pulled away, he could see clean, closed flesh where the bullet hold had been.

He gasped, speaking through it. “What the fuck?”

“I can heal myself and others.”

“And you didn’t mention this earlier?!”

“It never came up!” She whisper screamed back. “We can talk about it later!”

The two were a great team. On their own they struggled to take on Kingpin’s men but together they were able to not only take them all down, but stop the drug deal from taking place. They recovered millions in drugs and illegal weapons. And they were both still alive as they walked out of the warehouse, beaten to hell but still alive. Kingpin had slipped away in the chaos, but Peter was just glad they had stopped the entire thing altogether and were both still alive.

Red and blue lights flashed around them as they walked off after giving their statements,, exhausted and ready to call it a night. 

“Thanks.” Moonlight spoke, breaking the silence. “I uh probably would have died if you hadn’t found me and woken me up. I was out cold.”

Spider-Man shook his head. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have doubted you like that. I left you by yourself and…well I’m  really sorry.”

Luna smiled at him. “All good.”

Silence took over as they walked. 

“Hey, you think you can heal this black eye? It’s making my head throb.”

“Oh yeah totally.”

Peter stopped and faced her. Luna reached up and cradled his masked head, letting her hands glow to heal. When she pulled away he felt better than he had in years. She might have healed wounds he didn’t even know he had yet. 

“Wow that’s good stuff.”

“I know right?”

“I feel like a brand new human being.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning wide. 

“If you could find a way to bottle this and sell it you’d be rich.”

She shrugged. “Nah. I like being a masked vigilante too much. Well I gotta get going. Work tomorrow and all.”

She turned to go and Peter wet his lips before jogging over to her. “Hey so maybe we could kind of team up.”

“What like work together?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at how awesome we were back there. And I could really use your help and I think maybe you could use mine.”

“You dig one bullet out of a girl and automatically think she needs your help.” She rolled her eyes but then smiled. “But okay fine. Partners in fighting crime it is.”

“Partners in fighting crime it is.” He agreed.

She gasped. “You know what they could call us? Spider-Moon!” 

“Nope. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yes! It’s great!”

He turned and walked off. “Not calling us that!”

Two days later when Peter was walking to work he passed a news stand and stopped before backtracking. On the cover of the New York Times in bold black letters was “SPIDER-MOON: NY’S HEROES TEAM UP.”

“Moonlight.” He concluded with a shake of his head before walking off. 

He got maybe ten feet before he turned back around, pulling out his wallet with a sigh. He grabbed one off the rack and paid before stuffing it in his back with a grumble. 

SPIDERMAN: NO WAY HOME (2021)

The Things We Never Talk About

Synopsis: A health scare reveals to Peter the things she never talks about, and worse, the things she keeps hidden for fear of speaking them into being.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (she/her pronouns); established relationship, angst, worry, fluff; Basically, if you’d like to suffer and then recover in 9k words, read this.

Warnings/Spoilers: health related concerns (spoiler warning: reproductive health is included), troubled family history, horrible mothers, mental illness, tragedies, mentions of other elements related to these issues. This is quite emotionally demanding, but ends on a positive note. Also, please note that the medical info in this is intentionally manipulated for the story’s convenience. For example, you cannot diagnose certain illnesses with a blood test, but one is used here. There aren’t any bogus claims or anything like that, but medical accuracy is sweked.

Words: 9.3K

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A half hour has passed since she received the call from Dr. Connely, and the same half hour has been spent staring at the wall farthest away from her work desk. No one has called her out for it yet, but then again, the office is mostly empty today. Few people choose to come in when the weather resembles the end times, but she happens to like torrential rain. It’s especially nice when you work on the first floor, rather than the 14th, but somehow not even the thundering of rain drops can distract her mind.

She doesn’t know what this means, for now or for the future.

She does, however, wish she hadn’t gone for that check-up. Yes, she would’ve been postponing the inevitable and embroiling both her and her partner in something entirely nebulous, but she just wishes she had more time.

Peter.

What kind of world is this, where at once you’re the happiest you’ve ever been, and then a six minute phone call severs the branch from under your feet?

Maybe she should’ve suspected something, or at least been more cautious, given the state of things. Family history being what it is for her, the likelihood of this outcome was sadly not that low.

And now it proves devastating.

Going home weighs heavy on both heart and mind, and ten blocks away the pitter-patter on the umbrella has become too much, so she puts it away. Not even two blocks later, she’s soaked to the bone but successfully distracted, at least temporarily. She knows Peter’s arrival isn’t that far away, and in a moment of fear, she considers not going inside and just meandering about in the storm.

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Me with part two of the sun is a blue moon

thinking about my fic in the shower:

trying to actually write my fic:

peter b. parker: pure of heart. dumb of ass. bi of sexual.

Thank you thank you thank you 🥺 I’m also a Hufflepuff. That last line leads into part two which I’m currently writing

The Sun is a Blue Moon

A/N: So this started out as a headcanon thread that was hella long until I eventually decided to just write the thing. This may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Let me know what you guys think. Oh, and yes there will be a part 2 ;)

Summary: A Hogwarts AU where Peter Parker falls in love with a Hufflepuff and it’s just tooth rotting fluff the whole time really.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: social anxiety 

“Just breathe.” y/n exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror. 

It was her first day of sixth year at Hogwarts and she was a tangled knot of anxiety and nerves. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was actually there once again. It seemed like just yesterday someone was knocking at her door and telling her parents that she was a witch and was accepted to Hogwart, a school for witchcraft and wizardry. It had been a bumpy ride at the beginning, her parents not fully believing it for quite some time but eventually couldn’t deny the obvious. It was true and they all knew it. Y/N had always been different her entire life, with strange things happening around her that always made people stare at her. It was what made her such an anxious child and what made her social anxiety bloom into what it was. 

Smoothing down her robe and adjusting her yellow tie, she left the restroom and headed for her first class, keeping close to the walls and head down and continuing on with the same routine she’d had for the last several years. Sometimes she wished she could blend in with the walls and go unseen.

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Omg your Peter Parker Hogwarts Au 🥺 I love love love it! Can’t wait for part 2 💛

Thank you bb 🥺 made my morning to read this I’m really hoping I’ll have part 2 up within the week I finally hammered out exactly how I want it to go I just need to start writing it