Quick summary: As time has passed, you've grown attached to Peter in a way you never have to anyone before. In a way you swore you'd never get attached to anyone in. And as your feelings grow, so does your guilt...
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"Please!" a woman cries inside your head. "Please don't hurt my daughter! I'm sorry for disturbing your sacred place! I promise-"
"You promise what?" a melodious voice hisses from the darkness. "That you'll never set foot in this place again? Likely story. You have disturbed a sacred place, and now you shall be punished!"
"Then punish me!" your mother begs. "Leave my daughter out of this!"
A glowing figure steps in front of your kneeling mother. She's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You know instantly that it's Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. The merciless goddess of all love. Hopeless, toxic, unrequited love. She could be as merciless as she was beautiful.
And sure enough, Aphrodite's eyes blaze with a lust for revenge. Your poor mother's sobbing now, and the goddess conjures up an image of a three-year-old girl playing with a doll. Upon seeing it, your mother howls,
"Please, no! She has nothing to do with this! Please have mercy!"
"But I'm not the goddess of mercy," she says simply.
"No!" your mother screams as Aphrodite flicks her wrist at the illusion, and swirls of pink and red surround you. You're undisturbed, but you wail in pain as the swirls pool in your eyes, turning them from y/e/c to the deep pink of a rose.
You gasp, sitting straight up in bed.
Someone's holding onto your waist.
"Peter," you sigh, "go back to the couch please."
The boy shakes his head.
"You were having a nightmare," he says with certainty, squeezing your waist. "I'm not leaving until you feel better."
"I do feel better. It was just a silly nightmare. Please go back to the couch, Peter."
It's his turn to sit up.
"Absolutely not," he insists. "I can't love you all the way from the living room. It's torture."
You laugh hollowly. Tears begin to stream down your face. You want this to be real. You want it so badly.
You collapse onto the bed and turn away from him, but Peter is undeterred. He hugs you from the back, nuzzling you.
"I want this to be real," you whisper.
"It is," he assures you, holding you as you silently sob.
No, it's not.
You feel like screaming it at him. It hurts you to hear his words. You want him to wake up.
But you don't scream. You stay quiet and convince yourself to close your eyes. You've already hurt him enough. Just let him sleep.
As you drift off in Peter's arms, you think of the little girl playing dolls from your dream. Where is she now, when you want to pretend the most?
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Siren (Peter Parker x Fem!Villain Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N, also known as Siren, is a small-time villain with the ability to make men fall instantly in love with her, and she has it out for Tony Stark. But when she decides to go after Iron Man's pet superhero, Spider-Man, she begins to fall for the...
