Commissioned my main boy Cobalt Falcon from one of my favorite artists @theasgardiandetective!!!! It looks amazing and I love it!
(If you’re thinking of getting art I definitely recommend this guy he’s the best)
Six geese~a~laying, five golden rings; four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree
a/n: Join the Christmas Celebration!!! Remember that personal fics are no longer available; sorry if this is shitty I have to deal with asshole siblings while trying to complete it :”)))
You thrust the gift into Peter’s arms. “I can’t take it anymore! Just open it already.”
Peter gasped. “Y/n! Before Christmas?!”
“Yes!” You urge him by patting his shoulders. “Come on, I need to see the look on your face when you see it!”
“But why now, I can’t open it before-”
“Hush!” You tug at the tied up ribbon so that it slips off the wrapped gift. “Open, I worked really hard.”
Peter pouted, a small wrinkle dipping between his eyebrows. He mumbled something like ‘Not Christmas.’ You roll your eyes at how childish he can be.
You watch as he pulled the paper off and crumpled it up into a ball. He pushes past the bubble wrap and finds the gift itself, set on soft cushion of snowy tissue paper.
He pulled out the snow globe; it sits on a smooth stage made of pale marble, rounded at the edges. Inside shows the New York skyline, and swinging between the buildings, a small figure painted in red and blue.
Peter gasps, looking at you with the smile of an impressed child. “Holy shit.”
“You like it?”
“Y/n, I freakin’ love it!” Peter exclaims. He shakes the globe so that small flakes of snow dance around. “This is awesome.”
“Oh, I’m so glad,” you say with relief. “It was really hard to find a place that did specifically what I wanted, so I had to get on the bus, go allllll the way to-”
Peter silence you with a kiss. “I really love it,” he assured you. “It’s badass and you’re badass.”
“See,” you say with a nudge to his ribs, “aren’t you glad you opened it early?”
“I guess,” Peter said with a shy smile. He tried not to seem too conceited or proud of the gift; seeing himself in small figurine form fulfilled some things on a bucket list he didn’t know he had.
“You’re allowed to like it,” you tease, kissing his cheek.