The Spider and The Fairy
Summary: After witnessing something that breaks her heart, Bloom flees to Earth in order to seek comfort in Gardenia. Unfortunately, due to her saddened state, she loses focus and instead lands in the suburbs of Forest Hills, NY. Bloom/PeterParker. Story rated T to slight M for language and mentions of sexual situations.
Author's Note: Obviously tied to the Teen Heroes Universe. It's basically like "How I Met Your Mother" but it doesn't take hundreds of seasons to get to the damn point. Bloom is about sixteen/seventeen in this and Peter is seventeen (year two of Spider-Man). King Skye is about Eighteen or Nineteen. At this age, Bloom only uses her Believix.
I'm thinking more of the Marvel's Cinematic Universe mixed with, obviously, Winx Club.
Disclaimer: I only own my own characters and the plot.
Domino, Sparx...
Giving a nervous smile to her reflection, Bloom fixed her hair in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time today. After she was satisfied with the way the loose curls looked, she decided to add in the small flower accessory attached to the beautiful veil her mother had given her. Once satisfied with her overall appearance, Bloom moved away from the vanity. With wedding bouquet in hand, she looked at the full-length mirror at her full reflection with a smile.
Today was the day, the day that she had been looking forward to her entire life. Today, she, Princess Bloom of Domino, was to wed the King Skye of Eraklyon. Frankly, she could not tell if she was nervous or excited, or both, it was just a flurry of emotions. She then wondered if Skye was feeling the same, thinking that this was one of the best days of his life.
A knock on her bedroom door made her jump, nearly dropping the blue, pink and white bouquet. It was Daphne, reminding Bloom that the ceremony was to take place in an hour, and they still haven't taken pictures yet. She chuckled and apologized for her tardiness, smoothing out the beautiful white fabric of her dress. From outside the door hear Stella's impatient whines, asking the red head if she was almost done. The blond then added something that sounded like "you'd be late to your own funeral", making Bloom roll her eyes in response.
After one last once over, Bloom opened the door and nearly retreated back into her room as soon as her friends saw her. They let out excited (and high pitched) screams, showering her with compliments. The red head blushed, thanking them all shyly. Daphne gave her a big hub, being extra careful not to mess up Bloom's hair or dress. The rest of the Winx Club did the same, though not as carefully as the elder.
After glancing at her watch/bracelet, Techna gasped at the time. She then rushed the others out of the hallway, reminding them that the photographer was waiting for them in the Grand Hall. Bloom was about to follow after, until she touched her neck. She gasped, realizing that she had forgotten the moonstone necklace Skye had given her several days prior. She informed them that she would join them as soon as she retrieved her necklace from her room. Though she received protests in response, the girls went ahead without her.
Bloom set the bouquet down on the bed as she searched throughout her room for her necklace. No matter where she looked, she could not find it anywhere. It was starting to bother her that she could not find the necklace anywhere. The last time she had seen it was just this morning; she had set it on her dresser right before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. Now, it was gone.
With a defeated sigh, Bloom begrudgingly picked up her flowers and was forced to leave the necklace behind, where ever it was. She went into the hallway, closing her bedroom door for the last time. Before it closed completely however, Bloom thought she had heard a noise. She paused, listening to see if she could hear anything. Sure enough, she heard another noise. This one sounding much like the first. Something banged against the wall in the room next door, causing Bloom to give the wall a skeptical look. How could something be banging against the wall? That room was supposed to be an empty guest room, no one was supposed to be staying in that room. Well, as far as she knew.
Letting curiosity get the best of her, Bloom approached the door next to hers. All the while, the banging noise became more persistent and repetitive in rhythm. Almost as if...no. Bloom's eyes widened in realization and embarrassment. With a blush, she backed away from the door, leaving whoever was in there to their privacy.
Then, the knob twisted, causing Bloom to retreat quickly and quietly to a nearby corner. Cautiously, she peaked around said corner so she was able to see who was about to come out. Giggling could be heard from the room as the door swung completely open. She was about to go on her merry way when someone spoke,
"I can't believe you're marrying her, you don't even love her." a high-pitched voice said.
"I have to, it's the only way to secure my rightful spot as King." a male voice said.
The red head covered her mouth as she recognized the voices. She peaked around the corner to confirm her fears, feeling her heart slowly breaking within her chest. She immediately began to silently cry to herself, seeing just where her necklace had gone to.
Out from the room, King Skye stumbled out with a slightly disheveled Diaspro in his arms. They were giggling as they shared a kiss. A very affectionate kiss. Bloom's moonstone necklace hung around the blond girl's throat, the purple stone glimmering in the sunlight. Diaspro went on to tell Skye that he did not need to marry Bloom in order to secure his position as king, that she would have been good enough. Skye had agreed, but said that Bloom was the final decision because her kingdom was more powerful than Disapro's kingdom.
"And what happens when she finds out you're in love with me?" Diaspro asked.
Skye chuckled, kissing the blond woman once more, "Who says she will?"
The red head could not bear it anymore. She wanted to believe he was under a spell again, but it all started to make sense. He had grown so distant from her this past year, and she had not sense any magical interference like she had the last time he had fallen under Diaspro's spell. She made herself known to the couple, who only looked at her with mild shock.
Diaspro smirked at the red head, "Oh, are you gonna cry, Little Princess?" she asked in a mocking tone.
Bloom shook her head, tears unwillingly fell down her cheeks. Skye rolled his eyes, temporarily releasing the blond woman. He approached Bloom with open arms, going to embrace the red head. Bloom backed away, throwing the bouquet at him. He growled and grabbed her by her biceps, shaking her furiously. This just upset her more, feeling her Dragon-Fire burn within her.
"You didn't see anything, Bloom. This," Skye motioned between himself and Diaspro, "never happened. You hear me?"
"But it did, didn't it?!" Bloom hollered, shoving the male away from herself.
He stumbled backward, before drawing his sword at her. The blade was pressed coldly against her throat as he glared into her blue eyes, "You will marry me, Bloom. I will be King, and when I am King, you will be executed for accusing your King of adultery, unless, you forget that any of this happened."
The red head glared back at him, tears still flowing down her face. She gripped the veil from her head, pulling the thin piece of fabric off before letting it drop on to the floor. She let her arm drop back to her side as she just continued to glare at him. He watched the fabric falling before backhanding her across the face. Bloom stumbled and fell, holding her cheek in pain. Diaspro laughed at the action, kicking the bouquet at the should-be bride.
The blond female continued to laugh as Skye took her under his arm, guiding her to the Grand Hall.
"See you at the wedding, Princess! Don't be late!" Diaspro called.
Bloom hadn't moved from her spot on the floor.
Midtown High School, New York...
With a grunt, seventeen year-old Peter Parker shoved his books into his locker. So far, that was proving quite the difficult task, even with his enhanced strength. Just as he was about to shove the rest of them in, someone bumped into his back, causing him to drop all of his textbooks on to the tiled floor. He looked up at the ceiling, as if cursing some higher power for knocking his books over. With an exasperated groan, Peter sarcastically thanked whoever just hit him and proceeded to pick up his textbooks.
Just as he was about to pick up the last book, someone had already snatched it away from him. With another frustrated groan, he turned around to curse at whoever stole his book, but was stopped by someone putting him in a headlock and giving him a nookie. Someone else playfully punched him repeatedly in his exposed side. He laughed, playfully screaming out for help.
"Gimme all your lunch money, Parker!" Harry Osborn said, burying his fist harder into the brunette's skull.
"Hold him Harry, while I beat him up!" Johnny Storm said, beating on Peter's side even more.
"I need an adult! I need an adult!" Peter yelled out, laughing.
"Parker! Osborn! Storm! Stop horsing around and get to class!" a teacher called out.
"Sorry, Mr. Barkin." the boys called out.
So, there you have chapter one. Will update soon.