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When you get trapped on another spiderman earth but get a boyfriend out of it. -Peter 3

Spiderman: With great power comes great responsibility, that's why I don't kill, and never will

Daredevil: I want you to meet my Foggy also, completely unrelated, what's your ring size

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I AM DYING THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

Send me a word + a ship or character for a headcanon:

Spideydevil

I found a couple words from the random generator whatever gets the creative juices flowing: crime, novel, museum, or preparation.

They are seemed like interesting jumping off points or if you hate all my options search up random word gen till you find something you like.

Keeping these fluffy for once n.n Thanks for sending them!

Crime:

Once during a drunken game of 'never have I ever' it came out that Peter was the one who left empty milk cartons in the fridge back during his college days. According to Matt, leaving an empty *anything* in the fridge is a high crime and he jokingly suggested he was rethinking asking Peter to move in with him. Which is how Peter found out Matt was ready for the next step in their relationship.

Novel:

As a joke, Peter translates a bunch of fluffy Daredevil fanfiction into braille, binds it to look like a regular book, and hides it in Matt's briefcase. Matt never says a word about it, and Peter silently sulks at not getting a reaction from him. A few months later they take a rare weekend off together, heading to a bed and breakfast MJ booked for them as an anniversary gift.

The first night they lounge around with the only light coming from the soft glow of the dwindling fire. When Matt pulls out a book, Peter thinks nothing of it, his old prank long forgotten. Matt reads outloud to Peter; the story starts by describing a quaint coffee shop, and while the words sound familiar, Peter brushes it off and snuggles back into the couch, pushing his toes under Matt for warmth. It doesn't take long, two paragraphs or so, for Matt to read his own, full, name, shattering the romantic atmosphere as he struggles to keep the mirth from his voice.

Museum:

Their first official-but-not-really-date is at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Peter insists it counts because they were both dressed up, sipped champagne as they discussed various art pieces, and many people assumed they were on a date. While Matt insists it doesn't count because they were there to help catch an art theif. Still, both agree it is a better story than their official-offcial-first-date.

Preparation:

Peter loves the lines of concentration on Matt's forehead when he is preparing for trial. As he pours over paperwork at their kitchen table, Peter casually rubs the tension in his shoulders and reminds him to take a break, it isn't healthy to spend hours hunched over like that. Above all, Peter loves watching the passion in Matt's movements as he practices his open statement, wearing nearly nothing as he confidently enunciates each syllable as he stalks the length of their living room.

I am dying it's sooooooo good!!!! AhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! MJ Peter friendship lovely!!! Matt and Peter angst amazing!!!!!! I am jumping with joy from this it's so good. Why are there no spideydevil HP au(s)???? Fantastic work amazing I love it thank you.

Send me fluffy and/or romantic drabble requests?

Well you tagged spideydevil in it. Which is basically my calling card at this point so. Spideydevil. (who's surprised?) also btw did you ever finish the harry potter au when their adults? Thank you if you do the drabble. Have a splendid good friday and rest of week.

So, I've been avoiding harry potter stuff and honestly completely forgot about this AU!! I'm really sorry ^^; I only had an outline, so I wrote out the first scene real quick when I got home :) Not exactly fluffy or romantic yet, but it tickles my need for angst

"Parker." Matt didn't bother knocking, instead strolling confidently into the Potion Master's office with a swish of his dark robes.

Peter lazily looked up from his stacks of notes for a few seconds. "Professor Murdock," he greeted the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor in the least annoyed voice he could muster at the moment. 

The students would arrive the day after next and he had lots of preparations left: lesson plans to finalize, ingredients to organize, and a litany of other tasks. Peter didn’t have time for distractions, especially ones which came from Matthew Murdock. When he accepted the position at the last minute, he expected to come into a somewhat organized office and classroom. Instead, he found everything utterly empty. Not even a lesson plan from any of the previous professors. 

Thinking back to his time as a student, he knew he shouldn’t be surprised. Back then he often thought the professors just made up their lectures the night before- and Mary Jane had laughed openly at him, calling the very idea foolish. Now, he wasn't so sure he was far off. 

The previous potions professor was, however, kind enough to leave a copy of her debut romance novel. It currently was filling most of the rubbish bin next to his desk, the sultry cover mocking him every time he caught a glimpse. A reminder of his utter lack of romance in his life.

As if in cue, his meandering thoughts were interrupted by Matt tapping his knuckles against one of the few bare spots on his desk. "Did you get the list of potions I left?" 

Matt leaned on his cane, the action drawing Peter's focus to the purple gem at its top. Peter desperately wanted to ask about it, study it like he had so many relics before. "Oh, the list you slid under my door last night?" Peter grit his teeth to keep his annoyance from bubbling over. His morning began with finding the length of parchment on his floor, complete with a scribbled list of potions and a demand to have them ready by certain dates. 

"That's the one. I adjusted my lecture order and need to change the date I'll need the polyjuice by."

"Oh, well let me get right on that," Peter said flatly, not looking up. “Did the last professor do all of this for you?"

"I never asked the last two. Professor Figh was an incompetent fool who nearly blew his own arm off by adding the wrong ingredient in the middle of a lecture, and Professor Lovely was too focused on… other matters. She only took the position as a favor to the headmaster, brilliant at potions but had no passion for it."

"So, why ask me?” Peter leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms defensively. By accepting the position Peter knew there would be times he would need to interact with the other professors– Matt included. Civil, polite, but never personal. That was his plan. Avoid unnecessary interactions, keep his distance– apparently Matt had other ideas. A rare bubble of anger began to surge within him, and Peter was slow to soothe the emotion, allowing it to fester for a moment as a reminder of the past. Was Matt so unaffected by the past that he could so casually demand favors, did he truly believe Peter would just go on pretending like nothing happened between them? Like his heart hadn’t been utterly crushed? 

Matt was silent for a few breaths before shifting his weight and saying, “You’re brilliant at potions and my lessons benefit greatly from practical demonstrations.” He breathed deeply before adding, “And we made a good team last time we were both here.” 

“Out.” Peter stood, slamming his open palms against the desk as his anger surged. When Matt didn’t so much as flinch, Peter forced himself to continue. “You and I remember that differently. I’ll make the potions for you, because it benefits the students.”

With a stiff nod of acknowledgment, Matt quickly turned on his heel and quickly retreated from Peter’s office. The moment his robes swished around the corner, Peter sagged down to his chair, dreading the year to come. 

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Thanks for reading :)

Screams into pillow!!!! so good!!! Matt and peter are so dumb. Matt is so cute when he's jealous. Amazing. I am reading this with the biggest grin on my face. it's just so amazing.

Prompts: Superhero Photographer Peter Parker au. (whether or not he has powers or someone else like ben riley or miles (or whoever else you like) is spiderman and peter is just his nurse/suit guy.) Could be spideydevil. Maybe people shipping spidey and peter if their the same. fanfics being made. Peter parker not getting paid enough for this. Just have fun with it. Matt's friends making fun of the photos of him. unspoken rule of you don't screw with Peter. Btw have you seen moon knight? I been watching it. It's amazing. (Sorry if I asked this already I'm not sure if I did or not.)

I took a few liberties with the prompt n.n"

Sorry this took so long! I'm dealing with some stuff, but this was a nice distraction :)

Yes! Moonknight has been my husband's favorite comic for years and he's so excited to have more merch and fan content now. I never really got into the comics, but enjoyed what I did read. The show has been fantastic so far, thoroughly enjoying it!

This is a rough draft, I'll post it to ao3 whenever I get around to cleaning it up n.n I do have a part two in mind, so hopefully I'll get time to write that soon.

Back in highschool Peter would take photos of himself as Spider-Man by setting up a camera with a timer. It was simple, but those early photos earned him some money, some respect, and most importantly some plausible deniability whenever someone started to suspect he may be Spider-Man. But, pictures only did so much as the years went on. They're easy to steal, to take credit for- hard to sell.

Harder to monetize.

And Peter needed money. Not a lot, but enough to get by. Between college and his time as Spider-Man, Peter didn't have much time for a part time job. Being a hero didn't exactly pay the bills unless you unmasked, made deals, sold toys- none of which Peter was keen on doing. Someone somewhere was getting rich off selling Spider-Man merch but it sure wasn't him.

"Oh, that's him!" A small group of students near the biology lab gawked at Peter before folding into their group to whisper excitedly against the painted cinder block wall.

Peter was still trying to get used to the new attention.

Selling photographs might not make much money nowadays, but videos sure did. With some clever editing he was able to 'interview' himself, complete with action shots of Spider-Man swinging onto the rooftop where Peter pretended to wait. The short segments got him enough clicks on YouTube and tiktok to make decent enough money. He wasn't going to be rich anytime soon -or ever- but it paid the bills. He just hadn't banked on becoming so well known as Peter Parker.

The whispers got worse with each video. As his video's hits began to be measured in the millions, Peter began to wonder if it was time to stop. Truth be told, if some of his friends had it their way he never would have started.

"Hey, Petey!" A guy he vaguely recognized from around campus threw an overly familiar arm around his shoulders. His blonde hair was buzzed short and he reeked of too-strong body spray. "Mind asking Spidey something for me next time? I just wanna know how he deals with sweat when it drips down his-"

"I'll see what I can do," Peter said as he squirmed out of the embrace and made a hasty retreat down the hall to his last class. He just needed to get through his next class and he'd be home free until Monday.

“Hey-Yo!” The guy’s friend called after him, slightly too loud in the crowded hall. “Are you guys a couple? Like, why does he let YOU have access?” A few other students nearby murmured their own versions of the question as Peter disappeared around a corner.

Peter felt his face heat up, clenching his jaw to ground himself. Had he really fucked up that bad? That people thought- Well, if it wasn’t so dangerous he would have found it hilarious.

Thankfully, no one else approached him directly during class, afterwards, or on his way to the subway. Instead of heading home, he ventured to Matt's apartment for some much needed advice.

While M.J. would be the most obvious choice of friend to turn to for advice on such matters, Peter was taking any excuse he could muster to spend more time with Matt. He met Matt two years ago while Peter was a sophomore and they instantly hit it off. Two nerds who needed companionship while they studied, kindred spirits in more ways than they knew. They stayed in touch even when Matt started law school and then barely had time for much more than study sessions over takeout. Over the years their friendship brought them closer together, and now teetered on the edge of something more. Peter could feel it. Yet, neither of them gave voice or action to the desire which echoed in every lingering touch and longing gaze.

Bringing up the videos would lead to an interesting discussion. Peter would need to dance around the fact that he, Peter Parker, was, in fact, Spider-Ma. Despite their close friendship, Matt was not privy to such a personal detail of Peter’s life and he was desperate to keep it that way.

The walk from the subway to Matt’s apartment gave Peter plenty of time to sort his thoughts and come up with a rudimentary solution to his predicament. As he stepped off the elevator, Peter heard Matt’s roommate’s voice from down the hall.

“Well, then maybe you should tell him instead of being an overprotective baby about it!” Foggy shouted into the apartment before slamming the door behind himself. He slung a heavy looking messenger bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the elevator as Peter stepped off.

“Ah, hey Foggy!” Peter greeted, keeping his foot in the door to hold the elevator.

“Peter.” Foggy nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Any new Spidey videos?”

Peter groaned. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Foggy just laughed as the elevator doors closed.

Peter knocked slightly on Matt’s door as he turned the knob, correctly assuming it was unlocked. “Hey, Matt! Thought I’d swing over and study for my microbiology test.” He waited for Matt’s grunt of acknowledgement from the couch before he fully stepped into the familiar apartment.

Matt’s own classwork was splayed across the coffee table, thick law reference books at either end and a dozen or so individual documents organized in the middle. “You’re welcome to the chair. I need this space for a case study.” Matt leaned back, stretching his neck.

“Ah, I won’t distract you then.” He tossed his bag next to the oversized chair across from the couch. “What was Foggy yelling about?”

Matt stiffened slightly before shrugging, “Nothing. Why?” His nose crinkled as he raised a lip, “How much did you hear?”

“Nothing, really. Something about an overprotective baby? It’s not important, we should study.” He made a show of loudly pulling out his laptop.

They studied in silence for a while before Matt dropped one of his books to the table with a loud thud and blurted out, “You’re going to get yourself hurt!”

“Uh…”

“These… videos. Getting that close to a hero like that is going to make you a target. I warned you the first time you showed your face on them! It was fine when it was just your voice- but Peter! Spider-Man has enemies. Enemies who would use you to get to him.”

“Uh…” Peter blinked, not sure what to make of Matt’s outburst. “Why would some baddy want anything to do with some amature video guy like me? It’s not like they target M.J. anytime she interviews an avenger.”

“M.J. isn’t friends with them!”

“Who said I’m friends with Spider-Man?”

“Everyone! Some are saying you’re dating him- why else would you have such access to him?”

“I-” Huh, Peter hadn’t really thought about the optics before the comments made that morning. He was hoping to bring it up more eloquently, but Matt did give him the perfect opportunity to solicit advice. “People will always spread rumors, founded or not. How do I get them to stop… without actually stopping?”

Matt recoiled. “As your future lawyer, I advise you to stop. The rumors will never stop, and you’ll always be a target. You could be liable for any legal issues Spider-Man may cause if you knowingly withhold information. You- you could be compelled to reveal his identity.”

“But-”

Matt held up a hand. “End of discussion. I don’t want to know anymore.” He shifted his body to angle slightly away from Peter.

“Geeze. This is the worst ‘I told you so’ you’ve ever given me. What gives?” Peter crossed his arms and leaned back into the chair. He knew Matt couldn’t see him pout, but he stuck out his bottom lip for good measure.

“I need to study this case.” Matt squared his shoulders back and repositioned himself, gliding a finger over the document closest to him.

Peter scoffed, “Let’s pretend that you don’t have that basically memorized already. It won’t hurt you to take a five minute break and talk to me.”

“I don't want to talk about it.” Matt’s tone was firm. “Didn’t you say you came to study?”

“I came to ask you for advice, actually.” Peter shoved his laptop back into his bag. “I’ll leave you to your case study, then.”

“You don’t need to go.” Matt tilted his head, the closest to an apology Peter could expect while the other man was so agitated.

Peter hesitated. He didn’t want to be a burden, or a distraction. It probably had been a bad idea to ask Matt for advice anyway, he’d voiced his objection back when he was still just selling photos.

Matt sighed, visibly deflating. “I don’t have any advice to give you, Pete. At least none I haven't already given.”

“I know. I guess I should ask someone else.” He sat on the edge of his seat, still unsure if he should stay or go. “I don’t want to stop, Matt. I make good enough money from the ad revenue alone on these videos.”

“Then the rumors will continue as well. As will the comments and the jokes.”

Peter winced. “People will forget. Eventually."

"Villains won't. Will your boyfriend be able to guarantee your safety?" There was a sour note in Matt's voice.

Did Matt think… "That's not-" He stopped himself. What could he say to make Matt believe him? Besides the truth?

Matt stood and motioned towards the door. "Perhaps it would be best if we study independently."

Peter's mind raced. He didn't want to leave, especially not when Matt seemed so aggravated with him. "Matt, I-"

"Peter, please."

And what could Peter do except leave? Confess? Stop the endless dancing and tell Matt he was falling in love with him? Or, throw all his cards on the table and give Matt the complete truth?

Peter hung his head. Neither. He could do neither. For all the same reasons Matt wanted him to stop his films. He would never let Matt become a target because of him. So, without any other options, Peter grabbed his bag and shuffled out the door.

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