Word Count: 1300
Warnings: Asshole parents. Arranged marriage.
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My wedding came closer with every passing day, taunting me. Peter had been positive, taking me out more often, bringing me a coffee to school nearly every day. He was my rock during this awful time. But now, as I looked into the mirror, wearing my beautiful wedding dress, I couldn't help but want to sink into the ground. It was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. But I wanted to wear it to my own wedding, years in the future. Not now, so I could be wed to a stranger in order for my parents to obtain a large sum of money.
"Honey, you have a visitor." The scorn in my mother's voice was evident, and I spotted Peter's reflection walking into the dressing room from the mirror in front of me. "Peter-" Nearly falling over in my heels, I ran over to him. He was dressed nicely in a suit, and his hair was done perfectly. He caught me as I stumbled, hugging me tightly. "God, you look so beautiful." My mother had a professional do my makeup and hair, but it was about to be ruined by my tears. "Peter," I had so much to say. But nothing came out. Peter knew what I was trying to do, and hugged me even tighter.
"I know. I know baby," His voice cracked as he spoke, and I knew he too was close to tears. This goddamn marriage was going to break me, and I didn't know if he could endure it either. "One minute until the ceremony begins! Off with you, boy!" My mother swatted at Peter, and I cried out as he stepped away from me. He was crying, slow tears rolling down his cheeks. Neither of us wanted this. But we couldn't do anything since neither of us were legally adults. I reached out for him, but my mother was already shoving him towards the door. My wedding was in a church, and the back room had become my dressing room.
Peter hurried out, probably going to take his seat with May. "Chin up, darling. And for goodness sake, smile!" My father then walked into the back room, holding out an arm to me. "Your husband awaits." His voice was emotionless and cold. How could my parents do this to me? Seeing no other option, I linked my arm through my fathers, taking the bouquet of flowers my mother was holding out to me. The classic wedding theme started to play inside the church, just outside of the doors I was currently behind. And with a flourish, the doors opened. I was blown away to find Peter sitting up front with May, and Tony Stark.
The billionaire was patting Peter's shoulder and turned around with the grooms family to see me and my father walk down the aisle. I was unable to hold in my tears, seeing Peter openly crying in the front row. May was giving my groom the evils, an arm wrapped around Peter's shoulders. I soon reached the end of the aisle, my father handing me off to my groom. He was decent looking, but I still felt sick when he took my hands, my bouquet now in the hands of my mother again. "You look ravishing my dear." His voice made me want to be sick, but I forced myself to stay where I was.
My sobs were a little louder now as the preacher read through the ceremonial reading. It came to the objections, and I prayed that someone would say something. Anything. "If any of you has reasons why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace." I screwed my eyes shut, probably smudging my eyeliner. And like a miracle, someone spoke. "I'm pretty sure this is illegal, so I'm gonna have to object. You've also upset my good friend Peter." I looked over to Peter, to find Mr Stark standing from his seat.
My mother looked ready to kill Mr Stark, but I begged him silently to keep going. He caught my gaze, and I hoped he could see just how much I didn't want this. "Yeah, I'm definitely objecting. Break this off and I won't call the cops, got it?" My groom growled, but let my hands go. I ditched my heels, running down the small steps and over to Peter. He welcomed me with a bear hug, nearly squeezing the life out of me. "I told you I'd never let anyone take you away from me." I cried, now from the joy that I wasn't getting married to some stranger. Then I remembered who actually saved me from getting married.
Turning to Mr Stark, I found him looking at me with a small smile. "Such a pretty girl. You weren't lying to me, Peter." Taking him by surprise, I grabbed him in a hug, probably ruining his suit with my tears. "Thank you so much, Mr Stark." He lightly patted my back, chuckling softly. "Of course. When Peter asked me to break up a wedding, I was a little sceptical." I hugged him a little longer, repeatedly thanking him. "Please, call me Tony. Now let's get out of here before your mother stabs me with one of her fake nails." Peter grabbed my hand, leading me away from my parents.
I looked back only once, just to remember the looks on my parents faces as I walked out of the church. A limo was waiting outside the church, and the driver looked a little grumpy. "My driver will take you three home." Peter frowned, pausing from opening my door for me. "What about you?" Tony pulled a car key out of his pocket, pressing one of the buttons on it. The orange Audi R8 parked behind the limo flashed its lights. "Don't worry, I'm covered. Go get some rest, kid." May got in first, helping me with my dress. It was a princess dress with a sweetheart neckline, and it poofed out around the bottom, meaning it was a pain in the ass to get into the car.
But once I was inside, Peter got in beside me, sitting close to my side. The limo started up, pulling away from the curb. A few minutes into our ride, May let out a soft squeal. "You two look like you're about to get married. Can I get a photo of it? Please?" Peter obliged, hooking an arm around my shoulders and smiling for May's phone camera. Even with everything that had just happened, I smiled. Peter then kissed my cheek, and May snapped a photo of that as well. "This is going in the scrapbook." May had been documenting me and Peter's relationship, constantly asking for any photos we'd taken recently.
With May busy looking at the photos, I could relax and lean into Peter. His arm was still around my shoulders, and I suddenly felt him take the flower pin out of my hair, causing the up-do to spill down onto my shoulders. "Hey, that hairdo took an hour to finish!" Peter smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. "And it took a second to undo. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when we get home. I'm excited to get you out of that dress." We both froze when May cleared her throat. Peter started to backtrack quickly. "I mean, you know, into one of my shirts. Because, you know, it's more comfortable. I just want her to be comfortable."
May lightly kicked his shin, making him whine. "Watch your mouth around me for goodness sake. I already worry if you two use protection." Peter started to go red, and I could help but giggle. He was just too damn adorable.
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Peter Parker Imagines
FanfictionImagines for the lovely Peter Parker, played by the adorable Tom Holland! Includes x readers and also some x OC's of mine. Warnings for some imagines: - Attempted Suicide - Bullying - PTSD - Mentions of gore