Hi, I'm Amaronith, and I write a lot of things! I'll be posting snippets of writing and AO3 updates here!
going in line with Traincat, I also have no idea how IMZY works, so here's a sneak-peek at a fic I'm working on (Untitled Secret Baby SpiderTorch fic)
“-so you have been selected from your planet to give our Queen your genetic material and contribute to our grand race,” the alien was saying to him, her (he thought the alien was a her, anyway - you can never tell with aliens, sometimes) skin a cool blue under the swirling lighting of the Queen’s throne room when it had been an almost shimmering purple when he had first shown up, her large black eyes sparkling as she blinked at him, and the delicate tentacles that fell from her head like hair curled almost sweetly at her pointed chin.
The Queen looked down at him, beautiful and imperious, eyes like the depths of the cosmos, all knowing and powerful - and for a moment, Peter thought about it.
‘You’d think at this point in my life, tentacles would be a turn off,’ he thought to himself. And then 'Anna Maria would kill me if my heir was half alien.’
“I can’t have a baby with your Queen,” he said, running on instinct. “I’m trying to have a baby with Johnny Storm.”
Because every alien knew who the Fantastics were, right?
“Oh…” the alien turned towards her queen and spoke in the musical, sing-song chirping that all the aliens on this ship spoke.
Part of him thought they were laughing at him.
The Queen spoke, and where the translator's voice was like tiny, delicate porcelain bells, the Queen’s voice was deep and echoing, resonating like church bells in Peter's bones and, weirdly, giving him the deepest sense of peace he had ever known. He wanted to listen to her forever.
The translator turned to Peter, her face unreadable. “My Queen shall address you directly.”
Peter turned his attention to the Queen, holding himself up straighter, as dignified as he could be in his underwear and wearing only one sock. “Your Majesty?”
“Doctor Parker of The Spider Family,” she said to him, her face gentle and kind, her voice a redoubling sort of echo that was both melodious and hypnotic. “We understand your plight completely.”
The next thing Peter knew, he was in an alien bathroom with a cup that had a sealed top, and wasn't really sure what he had just agreed to. “...what?”
“Perform the act that will allow your genetic material to be deposited into the cup, Doctor Parker.”
“We’re not having sex?”
The translator giggled at him, shoulders shaking. “You think we would allow a male to touch our Queen, much less a human one? Ew, no. Absolutely not.”
Peter was only a little offended. “I’ll have you know I am considered quite the catch back home! I mean it! From the neck down, total heartthrob!”
“Cup. Now.”
Peter sighed and peered at the sealed cup again. “Do I get some privacy at least?”
“You have twenty Earth minutes.” The door clicked shut.
Peter sighed again. He didn’t even remember what he agreed to to get to this point, but the Queen had made it clear that he would be repaid for his donation to the cause. Or something.
So much for name-dropping Johnny Storm to get him out of trouble.
It probably got him in more trouble.
Peter shrugged, opened the cup, dropped his shorts, and thought of Johnny’s shoulders, and how he had felt pressed up behind Peter in bed.
He was so going to hell for this.


