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And I know my love would have swallowed the universe, whatever I said was always real and never rehearsed.

But you'd been so broken, saw my love as a rusted token.

Only if you could see my love... You'd have floated through the cosmic galaxies and far above.

🖤☕🚬

Oh, I am dying here. Thank you so much to @sincericida for reblogging this as I was unaware it existed and that right there is testimony to the power of reblogs because I binge read the entire work and am completely awestruck. You are the Queen with a capital Q @sincericida for spotlighting great fictions on this platform so that we can enjoy them.

I was bewitched from the get go. What a marvelous AU story and captivating from the first chapter. I. COULD. NOT. STOP. READING.

The angst. The longing. The love. Did I mention the angst? The suspense of what Reader was going to do after facing a potential lifetime of marriage to one who was so deeply deeply touched by tragedy, by expectations, by duty. How love can happen instantly or grow like a flower--with nourishment, with care, with time.

There are times when I wonder what I will do when there are no more fandom fics in the tasm fandom that I so enjoy but then I realize that, like a beloved friend, I can catch up and revisit all the memories of what made me love them from the get go. This fic is one of those, I know it. Just a beautiful story from start to finish. Thank you for writing it, author. Perhaps someday you will decide to return to Peter Parker, but even if he is in your past and you do not, his story shall remain--a story of second chances, of love that is hard won, of love everlasting. This is hope.

Another Love - tasm!peter parker x f!reader (1/3)

a/n: here is part one of three for my April Au.

warnings: historical inaccuracies abound. views mimic those of the time to the best of my ability. those being the need for an heir. but medieval king!peter is a feminist. i swear by it.

cross posted on ao3.

NEXT CHAPTER

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“i wanna take you somewhere so you know i care, 

but it’s so cold and i don’t know where.”

- another love; tom odell.

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You didn’t know how you got here, and yet a part of you had prepared for it all your life. As you stared out at the crowd in the beautiful hall, your wrist tied to King Peter’s, you fully realized the immensity of your situation. A Queen to a country not your own—married to a man who barely looked at you during the vow exchange. The priest standing beside you on the dais spoke so many words, but none of them reached your ears. You could only focus on the way your hand bleeding hand presently tied to King Peter’s throbbed like a beating heart, echoing the way your mind screamed at you to be anywhere but there. 

Bound to a man who barely acknowledged your presence as he swore fealty to you. Promised to love and cherish you as your husband. To never venture from your bed chamber—to provide the kingdom with an heir. Created with love, or at least the people of the court hoped for that. 

You knew this was only an arrangement. A marriage bartered like mere goods at a market. Your country intended to supply Ayelandia with goods to sustain them through another brutal winter after a time of war. Mere politics, disguised by a charade of a wedding for the people to fawn over. 

As if anyone cared. 

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