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I will happily write an essay for that boy

i’m both

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Ominis: I don't think we can mansplain, manipulate, malewife our way out of this one. Sebastian: Manslaughter it is.

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Quick reminder that Sebastian Sallow is canonically not stupid ~💕

He taught himself all three unforgivable curses and has the willpower to use them at 15-16 years old

His notes in the Undercroft are in like six different languages so he's canonically a polyglot

Reads like a rabid scholar

Is able to teach another student with limited magical experience new spells like it's nothing, something only experienced wizards can technically do (including said unforgivables)

Is able to research and draw his own conclusions without any help, something most adults struggle with

Is smart enough to know what to say to manipulate people into doing his bidding (the only ones immune are people with a powerful moral compass or who are used to his nonsense)

Is touted as a 'master duellist' at only 15-16 and able to hold his own against goblins, trolls and dark wizards

Yes, his obsession with curing his twin blinded him to the problems that came with his delving into the dark arts, but the only thing Seb's lacking here is experience, something that can only be gained by living. His intelligence isn't lessened by the fact he's young and bull-headed - if anything, it only goes to show how smart he is that he's been able to get so far without any real problems until the Catacombs. If we don't turn him in, he's clearly remorseful and has learned from his experiences, something not many people are capable of doing. Most would just turn around and go 'not my fault, I had good intentions' but Seb sees what he did was wrong and too far by the end of it all. He's smart enough and mature enough to be able to learn from his mistakes, even if it was a bit too late.

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Selena’s Masterlist!

Hello! I’m Selena! Thanks for visiting my blog. I mainly write for whatever hyperfixation I’m focused on at the moment, and some little one shots here and there, but here are my little stories and other stuff so far. Hope you like them!

GENRES: fluff 🧡 • angst 🖤 • smut ❤️‍🔥

LINKS: AO3 

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

The Serpent 

— ❤️‍🔥🧡🖤| Sebastian Sallow was arrested in Fifth year after the murder of his uncle, now he's returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year after tricking the ministry into thinking he's innocent. This story follows Maeve Caillouet (MC) through the struggles of her final year at Hogwarts as she tries to handle her past traumas, a Weasley and a Sallow, her best friends Ominis and Anne, as dark magic begins to sprout once again and escaping Death becomes a lot harder.

AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • continued on AO3!

PETER PARKER

4AM 

— ❤️‍🔥🧡 | Peter can’t sleep due to a rather hard distraction. He wakes up reluctantly to see if maybe you could help him out.

Happy Birthday

— ❤️‍🔥🧡| It’s Peter Parker’s birthday and as his oh so lovely girlfriend, you of course go over to his place to spend it with him. However, it gets a little more festive than planned.

Hostage 

— 🖤🧡 | Lizard gets his hands on you, sending Peter into a cycle of mental anguish, desperate to save you.

 Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed

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The Serpent pt 4

Sebastian Sallow × MC

word count: 1.2k

summary: Maeve and Sebastian have a ‘civilized’ one on one conversation, but it doesn’t go as planned, causing Maeve to remember their last night together before he was taken.

warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: The italics symbolize flashbacks/dreams :) having fun with it so I’ll probably do a few more parts, we’ll see!

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I skipped the next couple of classes because seventh year was a waste of time. It was just building off skills we had already learned, and considering I saved the world and Hogwarts as it stands, I think I was pretty well-rounded with my skills. I could afford to lose a few classes.

Sitting on a stone bench near the edge of the Hogwarts lake, my eyes were fixed on the rippling water. It was calm, rippling with the wind. It was quiet, not a sound besides the slosh of the water hitting the bridge below. Until I heard footsteps.

Sebastian approached cautiously, his expression a mix of uncertainty and longing. Taking a deep breath, he settled down beside me, our shoulders almost touching. My hand gripped my wand.

"You know, if it came down to it, I could beat you in any duel. I did it on my first day, and I'll do it again. If you are a danger to Anne, or Ominis, or anyone... I will kill you. I don't care if it puts me in the same cell as you. So, what the hell do you want, Sebastian?" I stated, my voice laced with determination.

The smallest smirk crept onto his lips as he looked out onto the lake. "Well, I just came to tell you that you're my potions partner for the month. Sharp has a brand new potion that takes a month to brew. A very delicate process. Weasley almost shit himself when Sharp assigned you to me."

I scoffed, somewhat laughing, my body relaxing slightly. "You know what I mean... What did you come back here for? You could've gone anywhere, and you came back here. Why?"

Sebastian sighed, his expression turning hardened. "If you want me to be honest, I came back for you."

My chest tightened. "Why?"

"Because I had to know... I needed to know why. What happened to make you turn me in? What did I do wrong that would make you go to that level? Why did you suddenly hate me so much? Especially when the night before... Never did I think Anne would live this long, much less be able to finish school. And Ominis...? He couldn't even look at me after he found out about my uncle. You were all I had, and I somehow lost you too. Please, Maeve, just tell me if you turned me in or not. Just tell me," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and pain.

I swallowed with difficulty, soaking in his words. That night flashed in my mind.

. . .

I had been looking for Sebastian for hours. We had only gotten back yesterday. The images of the killing curse still ran through my skull, and I wasn't the one who cast it. Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

I felt stupid thinking to check the Undercroft so late. I should've known. As soon as I stepped into the large space, I audibly sighed with relief.

"Oh Merlin... You have no idea how long I was looking for you. I was so worried! What on earth are you doing in here all by yourself?" I exclaimed, slightly annoyed at how truly panicked I was.

Sebastian was in the middle of the room, pacing back and forth. He didn't even look at me. He seemed distressed. Unnaturally so.

"Hey...? Hey, Sebastian, what's going on? What's happened?" I whispered as I got closer, reaching out to him.

As soon as my fingers brushed his shoulder, he recoiled back. I stared at him with wide eyes. He had never recoiled from me like that.

"Sebastian... talk to me... Tell me what's going on," I said softly.

His face was full of fear and confusion. Pain was apparent behind his eyes. His breath was uneven and heavy.

"Maeve?" he asked as if he was surprised to see me, "What are you doing? Y-You can't be here. I...”

Sebastian stumbled back, his body hitting one of the wooden poles.

"Okay, okay, we're okay. Breathe, Sebastian. It's okay! It's just you and me, no one else. No one's going to hurt you..." I reassured him, stepping forward and placing my hands on his shoulders gently, my eyes flickering to every inch of his freckled face.

"But what happens when I hurt you?" his soft voice came out strained and desperate.

The sentence was so ridiculous to me that I gave a scoff with a small smile. "Sebastian, don't be ridiculous. You'd never hurt me."

Sebastian reached for me, his fists gripping my cloak. "Maeve, I have hurt everyone. I killed my uncle. My sister is nowhere to be found and will probably die alone out there. Ominis despises me and won't even look at me. Not a single soul on this campus gives two shits about me. No one. No one but you... so how am I going to screw you up? Am I going to get you killed? Am I going to do something so awful that you hate me? When will you see what everyone else sees?"

Tears slipped down his cheeks, soaking into his clothes. I looked up at him with wide eyes. My chest swirled with emotions, so much that a lump grew in my throat.

I think that's when I fully realized I loved him. I had pushed every doubt down for so long. There was just so much going on with the goblins, ancient magic, surviving school, his sister... when I knew it was there all along.

I pushed every ounce of doubt I ever had. I took a step forward. I loosely threw my arms around his neck and stood up on my tiptoes, kissing him.

I kissed Sebastian Sallow.

It lasted only a few moments before I pulled back. "Screw me up however you want to, kill me a dozen more times, I don't care. What I do care about is you. I'm here with you, after everything, for a reason. Ominis will come around. We'll find Anne. We'll do it together. You are so much more than you think, Sebastian. So much more... One day, I'll make you see it. I swear it on Merlin."

His eyebrows furrowed, looking at me intensely.

For a moment, fear pricked my spine as I thought he was upset that I kissed him, cursing myself for ever being so stupid, when his hand brushed my cheek, tilting my head up so he could kiss me again.

He kissed me firmer than I kissed him, and it was sweet enough to make my knees almost buckle.

When he pulled away and locked his arms around me, squeezing my body tightly.

"Thank you, Maeve."

"Of course, Sebastian."

"Maeve?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too."

. . .

"No. I swear it. Like I said, we can get a Veritaserum potion, and you can ask me anything," I reassured Sebastian.

He nodded. "Yeah... I guess we're going to have to."

I scoffed, shaking my head with an annoyed smile. "Yeah, guess so."

A moment passed, only the sounds of the water below could be heard.

"I meant what I said that night, you know. In the undercroft," I said, finally looking over at him. Sebastian kept looking forward. "I think that's the worst part about all this. I meant every word I said to you, and then you come back after all this time to shove it in my face that you don't believe me after everything I did for you. Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurts, Sebastian?"

Sebastian's eyes closed, his lips turned down into a painful grimace. "I did tell you I would fuck you up somehow, didn't I?"

The air got knocked out of me.

I didn't say another thing. I got up, and I left him sitting alone on the bench.

He was right, though.

He did fuck me up.

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The Snake pt 3

Sebastian Sallow × MC

word count: 2k

summary: things continue to get messier as Maeve has the handle the nonstop reminders of the past all while trying to be supportive for Anne as well. 

warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: The italics symbolize flashbacks/dreams :) having fun with it so I’ll probably do a few more parts, we’ll see!

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"I knew you were a fucking fuck-up. I knew you killed him. I knew you were nothing but a Dark Arts junkie who gets drunk off power. You don't get to sit there and accuse anyone of turning me against you when it's been your fault all along," Anne snapped, her voice sounding so similar to her brother's.

Sebastian turned white. "A-Anne? You... you're okay? You're really here and-"

"Oh, shut up, Sebastian! You should've stayed in Azkaban, you wicked boy! You've done nothing but hurt people for years. No fucking more. I won't let you."

Ominis stepped forward. "Okay, everyone needs to relax... Anne and Maeve, go back to your rooms. Sebastian and I will get settled in the bedrooms. Just... please go. We can all talk later.”

My eyes had never left Sebastian's face, so when his gaze met mine, I felt actual shivers. However, to my surprise, Anne gently grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Her voice tore my attention away from Sebastian. She had never used that tone with me before. She sounded like I did when she was in pain. Her voice was soft and caring.

I slowly backed up, stepping into Anne's welcoming arms as she hugged me tightly and led me back to the witches' dorms. I glanced behind me one last time to look at Sebastian. He was watching us walk away, and Ominis was tearing into him, saying things along the lines of 'how could you', 'you are so ignorant', 'just as stupid as he always was'.

I still fought to breathe.

The sound of choking came from my throat. Anne shushed me delicately as she sat me on my bed. My body was trembling, and tears streamed down my face.

"He thinks I... He thinks I turned him in... Anne, I didn't do it. I swear I didn't, I-"

Anne grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and poured some water into it. She grabbed a cloth from her bag and dipped it into the water to wet it. She softly dabbed the soaked towel against my cheeks.

"I know. I know you didn't. He could set the world on fire, and you'd watch it burn. Stupid girl..." she mumbled, but her touches were still gentle.

"Anne, I'm so sorry. I know how hard it must be, and-"

"Maeve," she snapped, "Stop talking. Just relax and breathe for Merlin's sake."

I did as I was told as she soothed my skin with the cool water. Anne didn't talk as she did this, making sure to cover my whole face. Then, she sat behind me and brushed my hair, twisting it into a loose braid. Her slender fingers worked their magic. She brought me a cup of tea and told me to go to sleep.

All things I used to do when she would have bad nights.

I was acting pathetic, and I knew it. Sebastian was just... I don't know. He was Sebastian. His own entity. He consumed me during our fifth year. We went through everything together. Everything.

I let Anne tuck me in, and with a flick of her wand, the lights went out. It took me hours to find sleep, and when I did, he haunted my dreams as well.

. . .

My laughter was violent as Sebastian's jaw dropped to the floor.

"I am NOT a knock-off Gareth with brown hair. I can't believe you would have the audacity to even THINK that!" he exclaimed with genuine shock.

Ominis was laughing just as hard as I was, smacking his knee as he hiccuped from the lack of oxygen.

"I mean, how are you NOT? You are both unnecessarily arrogant, self-centered—"

"And stupid," I added.

"—stupid, and cocky. The only difference is he likes potions, you like dueling, and he's a ginger!" Ominis retorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

Sebastian scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. "I think I hate you both. No, I do hate you both. It's decided. I've declared it."

His comment sent another wave of laughter through us. Ominis started choking and waved his hands frantically as he rushed to get some water from the other side of the library.

My laughter died down as Sebastian pouted unamusingly. I patted his knee playfully as if I were comforting him.

"Yeah, yeah... I still hate you," he grumbled.

A moment of silence passed.

"You think I'm cooler than Gareth, right? I'm really as lame as he is?"

I raised an eyebrow with a playful smile. "Oh, Sebastian Sallow... you're really one of a kind."

His smirk widened, and I swore he leaned closer. I felt his breath tickle my lips when Ominis coughed as he returned. We both immediately recoiled.

"Oh, Merlin, I really thought I would never taste air again," Ominis chuckled, sitting down once more.

My whole face was red, and my breathing was uneven. Sebastian looked as relaxed as ever, a cocky smile on those lips.

I never forgot that day.

The first day Sebastian Sallow made me blush.

. . .

My eyes flickered open, and a wave of unbearable sadness washed over me. It was the kind of sadness that swallows you and drowns you. It twists your stomach in knots and makes your limbs feel woozy.

I didn't move for a while. I heard people all around me shuffling to get ready, but I couldn't force my legs to move.

"Come on, we've got to get up," Anne whispered. "Sebastian being here is already going to cause a scene. Don't add to it. You're above that. We can dissociate. I'll do your hair."

I squeezed my eyes shut, the familiar sting of crying burning. I nodded, though, pushing myself up.

Anne walked me through my entire morning routine. We did every step together, putting our uniforms together piece by piece. Anne did as she said, putting my hair half up and letting the rest fall down my shoulders in waves.

She turned to leave when I quickly grabbed her hand. "Hey, this isn't just my problem, okay? He's your brother. He was just a friend to me. I'm here for you too."

Anne gave me a small smile. "You were never just a friend to him. You know that. We're in this together, okay? I promise."

My chest filled a little, and I found the strength in my legs. We put on our cloaks and pulled out our schedules.

"I know we didn't get to 'debrief' last night like we were supposed to, so... let's do it quickly?" Anne suggested.

I glanced down at my parchment. It read:

Defense Against the Dark Arts: This class focuses on advanced defensive spells, combat techniques, and strategies to protect against dark creatures and dark magic.

Transfiguration: Building upon previous years, Transfiguration continues to teach advanced transformation and conjuration of objects and living beings.

Charms: Advanced Charms classes delve into more complex spells, enchantments, and the underlying theory of charm work.

Potions: Students refine their potion-making skills, tackling more intricate recipes and learning about rare and powerful potions.

Herbology: Seventh-year Herbology explores advanced magical plants, their properties, and their applications in potions and spellcasting.

Astronomy: In Astronomy, students deepen their understanding of celestial bodies, their movements, and the interpretation of star charts.

History of Magic: This class covers the detailed history of the wizarding world, including important events, famous witches and wizards, and the development of magical societies.

Anne looked over it with careful eyes, comparing the two lists. "Hmm... We don't have Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, or Herbology together. Maybe I'll have them with Ominis?"

I nodded. "And if not, we can request a change. I'm sure Professor Weasley wouldn't have a problem with that."

She shrugged. "I'll be alright if not. As long as I'm not alone in a class with..."

A twinge of pain.

"We'll be alright. Come along now, can't be late on our first day."

We walked through the halls of the oh-so-magical castle, heading for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Numerous friendly faces appeared, all waving their hellos and greetings, everyone excited to see Anne Sallow again. However, there were a few whispers here and there. I'm sure people were starting to hear about Sebastian's return.

Words spread like wildfire here.

We quickly pushed past all the people, finally arriving in class. We took our seats, each table holding four. No one sat next to us. No one wanted to sit next to the 'half-dead' sister of a murderer and the ex-Ancient Magic wielder.

That was fine by us.

Professor Hecate was at the front of the room. "Now everyone take a seat. I just need to grab the equipment for today," she cooed, her small body shuffling in the back.

The door swung open one last time. The entire room gasped.

Sebastian walked straight down the center aisle, a smirk confidently on his lips.

I think Leanor was the palest.

Whispers and stares filled the room.

"Yes, yes... Merlin has let me live another day. Is everyone done ogling?" Sebastian spoke out, snickering to himself as he sat at our table, but there was an empty chair between us.

I noticed Sebastian trying to steal glances at Anne, as if he was waiting for her to disappear.

I kept my eyes locked in front of me. I didn't look at him. He didn't exist.

The class seemed to go on forever. I knew Sebastian was looking over at us, but I wasn't sure if he was looking at me or Anne. Maybe both.

Anne quickly stuffed her books into a pile and stood up. Sebastian rushed to stand as well. I glanced at her. "Go to class. I'll see you in Astronomy, okay? Find Ominis."

My voice was so quiet I barely heard it, but Anne gave me a look of thanks and went to bolt from the room. Sebastian moved to follow her, but I stood up, blocking him with my body.

Sebastian sighed annoyingly. "You can't keep her from me forever," he said angrily.

Ignore the pain. Ignore the tug in your chest.

"I can too. This is her decision. When you were gone, we... we bonded a lot. I care for her. She's family. If she doesn't want anything to do with you, then you won't go near her."

"Oh yes, bonding over how I killed our only remaining family must be such a lovely dinner conversation. So sad I wasn't able to show up."

I slammed my book on the table, the loud bang echoing through the room. "Sebastian Sallow, you shut your fucking mouth. Your name hasn't left my lips since the day you were taken. Do you not remember how loudly I screamed for you? How much I fought? Have any idea how long I searched for a cure for your sister? I didn't turn you in. You want proof? Get a Veritaserum potion from Professor Sharp, and you can ask me whatever the hell you want. So until you pull your bloody head out of your ass, you can fuck off!"

His brown eyes didn't waver, but his voice lowered to a whisper. "So then who did? No one else was there, Maeve... Who did?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. But it's an insult that you think I would ever do something like that to you. Especially after everything I did for you... everything we went through... you spent the past two years sitting in there hating me? Well, I spent the last two years mourning."

Sebastian scoffed. "I was tortured for two years. Emotionally tortured for two fucking years. So if you want to have a competition, you're going to lose."

I rolled my eyes. "You're so dense, Sebastian Sallow. Stay away from me, and stay away from Anne."

I turned and walked out the door into the hallways. I couldn't do this. It was way too fucking painful. I wanted my best friend back. I wanted things to be normal. I couldn't stand that he was so hateful towards me. Hot tears streamed down my face as I stomped off to the next class. I wasn't looking where I was going until I literally slammed into someone.

"Hey! Hey... What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Gareth.

Fuck, I don't have time for this.

"It's nothing. It's just—"

My voice caught in my throat when Gareth's thumb wiped my tears off my face.

"Maeve, breathe. You're okay. Talk to me," he whispered sweetly, but when his eyes flickered up, his breath hitched.

I didn't need to turn to see Sebastian behind us. I could just tell from Gareth's look of bewilderment.

"Maeve!" Sebastian's voice.

"We can talk later?" I whispered, but I didn't answer. I just pushed past him and headed to Transfiguration.

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The Snake: Pt 2

Sebastian Sallow × MC

word count: 1.1k

summary: reunion(ish) of Maeve and Sebastian after two years, however it doesn’t go as plan.

warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: ope not me posting something, it may not be smut and I may be heading towards a HL fixation but oh well, thought I'd post something that l've been writing for shits and giggles maybe I'll do more, maybe l'll ignore this account again for a year lol who knows

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My knees buckled, and I fell against the wall as I saw him enter the room. He looked... different, yet somehow still the same. His dark brunette hair was tousled and slightly unkempt, and there was a subtle strength etched into his features, as if he had endured countless battles, both physical and mental. The lines on his forehead spoke of pain, and the shadows under his soft brown eyes hinted at countless sleepless nights wrestling with demons. But his face still bore those signature freckles. It was Sebastian Sallow.

Anne gasped, her grip on my wrists tightening. I could sense her fear, as she looked as pale as parchment.

My ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore. Soon enough, Mumblethorn and the Headmaster stepped out of the room.

Sebastian sighed, his shoulders dropping as his sad eyes scanned the empty room.

Anne and I stayed hidden, still holding onto each other. I was torn between conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to run towards him, to throw my arms around him and scream about how much I missed him. But another part of me wanted to run away, to hide from the overwhelming pain, suffering, and trauma of the past year. I hadn't taken a full breath since then.

A door opened.

"Alright, ladies, I think I have everything we need. I couldn't remember if I packed my schedule first or my supplies list, so I brought both. You'll have to read it to me because obviously I'm-" Ominis stopped by the fireplace, his wand glowing.

Sebastian gasped, dropping the bag hanging on his shoulder.

A moment passed.

Then the boys collided.

They embraced each other so tightly that I could see the white of their knuckles. Ominis was crying... I think Sebastian was too.

I swallowed with difficulty. "Anne, go to the room. I will be there in a moment. It's okay, just go," I whispered hoarsely, tapping her hand that gripped me.

There was hatred behind her eyes, a snarl on her terrified face. She didn't move.

"Anne, please... please go. I swear I will come get you if I need you. He won't do anything. It would be too much for both of you to interact, so please... go back to the room."

I watched a tear fall from her cheek as she slowly backed up, never taking her eyes off her twin brother. I waited until I heard the door close behind her.

My hands were shaking violently, and I struggled to take in some oxygen as I fought to gather the courage to move.

Why am I scared? Why would I be scared of him? We were inseparable. We did everything together. Surely...

My legs moved on their own, and I stepped into the middle of the room, in plain sight. Sebastian's eyes immediately landed on me, and his breath hitched.

Sebastian patted Ominis' back as he released him. I squeezed my hands into fists, trying to stop them from shaking. My mouth went dry as I fought to find the right words.

He looked at me with those soft eyes that always made my stomach tie itself in knots. By the time he was right in front of me, I noticed how much taller and bigger he had become. He had grown more muscular since fifth year. We had all matured in some way.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, when I felt the tip of his wand against my neck.

His face turned dark.

"How could you do that to me?" his voice was deeper, rougher.

My eyes widened slightly. "What?"

"You sold me out. You're the reason I ended up in that fucking... hellhole. You betrayed me. You-"

"Sebastian... Sebastian, no... I... I never did such a thing," my voice cracked with horror.

My heart beat heavily in my throat. His eyes seemed to turn black, and malice emanated from him.

"Sebastian! Lower your wand right now. Right now!" Ominis demanded, raising his own wand once more.

"Sebastian, please... I swear, I didn't. I could never-"

"You were the only one with me," he snapped. "You were the only one there. Who else then? Anne? The Inferius? Don't lie."

Ominis circled us, his wand ready. "Sebastian, you don't know what you're talking about. You didn't see-"

"THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE, SO WHO THE FUCK TURNED ME IN, OMINIS? IT WAS ONLY HER AND ME!" Sebastian's volume frightened me as his eyes bore into me. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you on the spot."

I exhaled heavily, "Because that would be two deaths you've made Anne endure."

His face immediately softened, and Sebastian stumbled backward until he fell onto the couch. Ominis wasted no time in stepping between us, his wand still raised and ready.

"Are you alright?" I heard Ominis whisper to me, but I didn't answer. I didn't know how to answer.

My stomach twisted and turned with overwhelming anxiety and nausea. I had to grip the back of a chair to stay standing.

"Anne is... Anne is alive?" Sebastian whispered, his lip wobbling slightly.

"Yes, she's in the other room. I kept my promise. I found her. I found a suitable solution for a cure. We're roommates outside of Hogsmeade. She works with J. Pippins in his shop. She has a talent for potions, and he pays her well. I kept my promise, Sebastian. I saved her."

Thousands of emotions flashed across his face. "C-Can I see her... please?"

My heart twisted. His pleading voice pierced through me.

"I don't think you can... not now. I need to talk to her. She, um... she thinks..."

Sebastian cringed, his body shaking. "She thinks I'm a murderer?"

I nodded.

"So you turned me in and then turned my fucking sister against me?" He snarled, rage consuming his face.

Sebastian stood up so fast, his wand flickering with green magic.

It all happened within seconds.

Sebastian stepped forward.

Ominis threw his body in front of mine.

And Anne's voice screaming, "Expelliarmus!", rang out above it all.

Sebastian's wand went flying to the side.

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Nobody gives a fuck about oc’s

slay queen <3 sorry a name got ur panties in a twist lmao

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The Snake: Pt 1

Sebastian Sallow x MC

word count: 2.6k

summary: Sebastian Sallow was arrested in Fifth year after the murder of his uncle, now he's returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year after tricking the ministry into thinking he's innocent. This story follows Maeve Caillouet (MC) through the struggles of her final year at Hogwarts as she tries to handle her past traumas, a Weasley and a Sallow, her best friends Ominis and Anne, as dark magic begins to sprout once again and escaping Death becomes a lot harder. warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: ope not me posting something, it may not be smut and I may be heading towards a HL fixation but oh well, thought I’d post something that I’ve been writing for shits and giggles maybe I’ll do more, maybe I’ll ignore this account again for a year lol who knows

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It has been two years since Sebastian Sallow was arrested for the murder of his uncle. Not a day has passed without his name crossing my mind. So much has happened since that fateful day.

The memories of that day flood my mind...

. . .

"No! You can't! He's innocent! He's fucking innocent!" I screamed, desperately struggling against the grasp of a Ministry official. "I know he didn't do it. He's a good person, he didn't fucking do it!"

But the truth was, I was lying. I was there when he committed the act.

Yet, I didn't care. I couldn't let them take him away. I couldn't.

Sebastian's eyes held a hollow emptiness as I saw him for the last time. They conveyed so much yet nothing at all. A sad smile played on his lips, a bittersweet farewell.

Just then, Ominis appeared, panting from running. "Oh, Merlin... Sebastian..." he whispered, anguish evident on his face.

I kicked and twisted, refusing to give up. "I will fucking-"

"Maeve," Professor Fig's voice rang out above the commotion, "Stop it. Stop it now."

I stared at him, bewildered. I wasn't going to stop. I was standing by Sebastian, I was there. They didn't know the whole story. They weren't there. Maybe if I...

Professor Fig's eyes flashed with a warning, tapping his temple.

Oh.

If I revealed the truth, that I was there, they would take me in as well. They might want to extract my memories to uncover everything, including the ancient magic. It would put the world at risk and potentially ruin everything.

Sobs shook my body as I succumbed to the overwhelming sense of defeat. The Ministry official released his grip, and I crumpled to my knees. Tears fell onto the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.

"Get away from her," Ominis's voice warned, and I felt his cold hand on my shoulder as he knelt beside me. "It's alright... It's okay. It's going to be okay..."

"No, no, no... He's..." I sobbed, my whole body trembling.

One of the Ministry men cleared his throat. "Alright... I know it's an emotional moment, but we must be off. We can't keep Azkaban waiting."

A surge of rage and hatred coursed through me. His name burned into my mind—Zephyr Mumblethorn. I would never forget his face. Witnessing his magic binding Sebastian's hands together ignited an indescribable bloodlust within me. One day, he would pay for what he had done.

"Sebastian... Sebastian, I promise I'll take care of Anne. I will find her, and I won't let her die. I swear. I will never stop. I swear," I called out to him.

He gave me one last soft glance, and then he was gone. Aspirated from the room. All that remained were Professor Fig, Ominis, and a few lingering students.

I never heard Sebastian say the word 'goodbye.'

. . .

Now, it was the first day of our seventh year at Hogwarts. It was also Anne's first year back.

Walking by my side, her brunette hair longer than when she was last in school, I had braided it delicately to keep it away from her face. She grew stronger with each passing day.

Finding a cure for Anne had been a challenge. Ominis and I had started searching the day Sebastian was taken. We delved into books that mentioned curses, even those unrelated to Anne's condition.

We pored over every healing book, every potions book—everything we could find in the library. But we found nothing.

It wasn't until we looked beyond Hogwarts that we discovered something—a magical item. It was a necklace with a shining diamond at its center. Legend had it that it was one of the most powerful enchanted items ever created. It emanated a protective spell for the wearer, guarding against curses, harmful potions, and poisons. Basically, anything that wasn't a physical attack.

Once we found Anne hiding in an abandoned home on a desolate farmland, we explained everything that had happened and gave her the necklace. As soon as she put it on, the diamond transformed into an emerald green color.

Since then, she has been cured. We don't know what would happen if she took it off, so she never did, and she never will. Anne was destined to live a long life.

But I didn't stop there. I took Anne in.

We lived in a small home outside Hogsmeade. I found a job at the Three Broomsticks, working with Sirona Ryan, who pays me generously for the summer. I also work on weekends during the school year.

Anne works at J. Pippins' shop, following the same schedule as me. Pippins adores her, and her skills have enhanced the quality of his work, boosting his business.

We made our lives work. We took care of each other. And now, we were returning to school together.

As students, both new and returning, streamed into the dining hall, we found our places at the Slytherin table, right next to Ominis. His cloudy eyes brightened when he heard us sit down.

"Hello, Ominis. It's Maeve and Anne," I greeted, pleased to see our friend.

Ominis's face instantly lit up. "Ah, my sweet girls. Welcome back to Hogwarts, especially you, Anne. How does it feel? Are you excited?"

Anne blushed and replied, "Yes, I'm excited, but also nervously anxious. I'm so far behind."

I chuckled, recalling the same feeling when I was a new fifth year. "Oh, I understand. You'll be fine. Omi and I will help you catch up. If needed, I'll speak to Professor Weasley to adjust your schedule, ensuring that at least one of us is with you in every class."

She smiled gratefully, nodding her thanks.

Anne had never fully warmed up to me, and I couldn't blame her. She held me partially responsible for the death of her uncle. I understood her feelings, and if she asked, I would openly admit that I would do it all over again.

I would do anything for him. I would do anything for Sebastian.

His name remained unspoken between us. We hadn't uttered it since that day. The pain was still too raw, too unbearable.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against my cheek, startling me. I relaxed as I saw Gareth, someone who had been trying to court me since our fifth year. We had gone on a couple of dates, but I hadn't been sure if it counted as dating. Nevertheless, Gareth was sweet, caring, and respectful. We enjoyed each other's company, though I didn't feel the same depth of connection as I did with Sebastian.

"Gareth, how nice to see you. How was your trip to your grandparents?" I inquired.

He smiled and took a seat next to me. "Oh, it was wonderful. The states are unbelievable—so different from here. My grandparents plan to stay there permanently. You should have seen it—the hills, the culture... it's brilliant. The muggles there are a different breed of humans! Maybe next summer I can take you with me?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Thankfully, Headmaster Black's clearing of the throat signaled the start of the sorting ceremony.

Gareth gave me a small smile and rushed back to his table. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Ominis chuckled.

"When will you let that puppy off his leash? It's not fair to string him along," Ominis commented.

I crinkled my nose. "Yeah, I know. It's just... I don't know. I don't mind him. He's kind, caring, and treats me well, but he's just not..."

Anne shifted uncomfortably beside me. Ominis's lips curved into a sad smile. "He's not who you truly desire. I understand. Believe me, I can only handle so much conversation with Imelda Reyes before wanting to lose my hearing as well."

I smiled, my eyes briefly darting toward Imelda's bitter face. Ever since I beat her flying record, she had despised me. I giggled at the memory.

Ominis brightened at the sound of my laughter. He had taken it upon himself to ensure my well-being, a silent promise made to Sebastian I was sure of it. I had sworn to take care of Anne, and Ominis had made the same commitment to me. I would never forget everything he did for me during our fifth year. The thought of it still sent shivers down my spine.

We happily consumed the feast laid out before us as the first-year students were sorted into their respective houses, the three of us half-heartedly cheering for the brand-new Slythrins. The whole room erupted in gasps and cheers, and I found myself searching for the cause.

"What did I miss?" I asked, my head shooting up.

Ominis stared ahead, his interest piqued. "Quidditch is back this year. Oh, I wonder... It's going to be an interesting year. And it's our last one? How exciting," he mused.

I had never experienced a Quidditch match. My mood lifted, realizing that this year would bring something new. Perhaps Quidditch would become my new distraction.

Anne seemed indifferent, poking at her pudding. We were quickly dismissed and made our way to the Slytherin common room.

Deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts, accessible through a hidden entrance, lies the Slytherin common room. Once inside, it exudes a distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The Slytherin common room is located deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, accessible through the hidden entrance. Once inside, the common room presents its distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The room itself is a spacious, low-ceilinged chamber, adorned with emerald green and silver accents. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, giving the room an ancient and somewhat foreboding feel. The light is provided by dimly lit sconces that cast eerie shadows across the room, creating an ambiance of secrecy and mystique.

Plush, comfortable sofas and armchairs upholstered in rich green velvet are arranged in small conversational clusters, creating a sense of exclusivity. Dark wooden bookcases line the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls, showcasing the house's emphasis on knowledge and cunning.

The room is adorned with various symbols and decorations that represent Slytherin's traits and values. A large silver serpent sculpture coils sinuously around a marble fireplace, its glowing eyes and flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The snake symbol can be found throughout the room, engraved on the chair legs, woven into tapestries, and even etched onto the grand oak door that leads to the dormitories.

A massive bay window showcases the Black Lake, offering a breathtaking view of the dark waters and the aquatic life that lives inside it. The window is adorned with emerald green curtains that billow gently in the wind, allowing soft moonlight to filter into the room.

I soaked in the familiarity of the common room, the familiar smell of spices and firewood seeping into my lungs. It was always bittersweet coming back here. The memories were almost too much but it was better than living at the shitty small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have such a comfortable space.

I took in the familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of spices and firewood filling the air. Returning to the common room was always bittersweet. The memories were almost too much to bear, but it was still preferable to living in the small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have a comfortable space.

Ominis waved his wand, taking in the surroundings with a contented smile. "Alright, let's change and meet back here in half an hour. We need to compare schedules and make a plan for this year's activities and studies."

Ah, Ominis's annual debrief and game plan. I had been introduced to it last year when he took me under his wing.

Anne chuckled, "Oh god, you still do that? Can't it wait until the Undercroft?"

Ominis looked offended. "Absolutely not! Having a game plan and being on the same page is crucial for ultimate success!"

"Alright, alright... We'll change and meet back. I promise, Omi. We'll be quick," I teased, nodding toward the witch's dormitory. "Come on, Anne."

She followed me up to our room, located conveniently next to each other. We changed swiftly, and as I glanced at Anne. She's a girl with soft features, her face exuding a delicate beauty. Her skin is pale, lending an ethereal quality to her appearance.

Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, have a sunken-in quality that adds a touch of exhaustion to her gaze. Long, flowing brunette hair cascades down her back, framing her face in a captivating manner. She had continued to sport her chopped bangs.

As for her attire, she chose an emerald green nightgown that drapes gracefully around her figure. The fabric is silky and smooth, shimmering ever so slightly in the light. The gown is designed with intricate details, perhaps delicate lace trimmings or subtle patterns of snakes, going down to her knees.

If only she had freckles, she would look just like her twin brother.

My chest twisted. It always did when I looked at Anne for too long.

Turning my attention to the mirror, I beheld my own reflection. Silky black hair flowed in natural waves, cascading down my shoulders and framing my face. The light caught the glossy strands, giving them a shimmering quality.

My bright green eyes, like emerald gems, captured attention with their vibrant hue. Anne often expressed her envy, but I always found them to be a distraction, drawing peculiar comments from others.

Taking in my petite yet curvy figure, I felt a mix of pride and frustration. Anne had made remarks about my body, expressing her desire to look like me, but I brushed it off. While I knew I possessed attractiveness, I didn't believe I deserved to be idolized.

As for my attire, I had chosen a simple and comfortable ensemble. A gray tank top hugged my figure gently, showcasing my slender arms. The soft fabric felt soothing against my skin. Paired with it, I wore emerald green sweatpants that added vibrant energy to my outfit. The rich green color provided a pleasing contrast.

Gazing at my reflection, my eyes fell upon a mesmerizing snake tattoo that elegantly wound its way up my spine. The intricate design began at the base, just above the small of my back, and coiled upward with sinuous grace. The back of my tank top dipped low enough to reveal the initial section of the tattoo.

The tattoo itself was a work of art, its details vivid and lifelike. The scales of the snake were meticulously etched, creating a textured pattern that gave the illusion of real skin.

The snake's body twisted and turned, following the natural contours of my spine. Its lithe form seemed to move with an illusion of life, forever coiling and uncoiling on my skin.

The colors of the tattoo were captivating. Shades of emerald green and deep, rich black blended seamlessly, forming a striking contrast. The green shimmered and glimmered, catching the light, while the black added depth and intensity to the design.

I had gotten the tattoo at the end of my fifth year, as a tribute to my house and my journey. It represented my pride, the hardships endured, and the ancient magic within me. The snake symbolized the cunning and ambition that Slytherin valued.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stretched my arms above my head. Anne sat on her bed, crossing her arms. "Are you done yet? Ominis can't even see you, so who cares if your hair is perfect?"

I laughed. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if his wand could sense the state of my hair. Plus, it would be rude to show up looking disheveled."

Anne smiled. "You sound just like my mother."

We descended back into the common room, where a small group of people had gathered. Among them was Headmaster Black and... his face. My breath caught in my throat, and the air rushed out in a single gasp.

It was Zephyr Mumblethorn.

"Are you sure he's innocent?" Headmaster Black asked, his hands resting on his hips.

Mumblethorn shrugged. "There's no evidence. The investigators at Azkaban couldn't find anything. No proof. We can't keep an eighteen-year-old imprisoned without evidence. He insists it was an Inferius. Swore it under Veritaserum."

Headmaster Black nodded. "Alright... Sallow! Get in here!"

To be continued...

[tasmparkerr]

4 A.M.

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: SMUT!!! so much sMUt

summary: it’s waaaaay too early, but Peter has a little problem he needs help with ;)

A/N: sorry this took FOREVER, I’ve been soooooo busy. I’ve got a couple of requests I’m working on and I promise I’ll get them done just be patient! please don’t interact if you’re a minor! Tysm <3

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The sound of the city crept in my window way too early, the chimes and horns of people and traffic creeping in my ears.

I sighed softly, upset that I was woken up. I peeked my eyes open. 4 am. Jeez…

I felt a pair of arms slip around my waist and tug me close. “Why are you awake?” He whispered groggily, nuzzling into my hair, putting us in the big spoon/little spoon position.

“I don’t know,” I groaned, shifting to get more comfortable, “I just woke up… why are YOU awake?”

Peter shrugged, giving me a little squeeze, “I’ve been up.”

I frowned, reaching up to rub my eyes, “Oh? You okay?” He didn’t respond. “Peter?”

“Yeah… I’m… I’m fine.” He mumbled, sounding grumpy.

“Are you sure? You sound upset…” I whispered, rubbing his arm that was around my stomach.

“Yes, (Y/N)… I’m fine. Just, annoyed that’s all. You wouldn’t understand.” He said louder then his other sentences, ending it with a small ‘huff’.

“Try me?” I said softly, worried. He sighed loudly, and to my surprise he pressed his hips forward. I could very easily feel his bulge press against my backside. I blushed, “Ah, I see.”

He nodded, clearly flustered, “Yeah… it’s just morning wood. I just need to fix myself.” He groaned, “I just don’t want to get out of bed.”

I took in a deep breath, glancing at the clock again. I did have work in about four hours…

“Then don’t.” I whispered, pressing back into him.

“(Y/N)… it’s 4 in the morning. You need to go back to sleep, I’ll be okay, I promise.” He said, kissing the skin below my ear.

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” I asked, taking one of his hands and moving it up to one of my breasts.

He hesitated, glancing at the clock one more time before asking, “Are you sure?”

I turned to look behind me, smiling as I bit my lip, “Yes, I’m sure.”

Peter sighed over dramatically, “You’re my favorite person ever, you know that?” He said smiling, his fingers coming to life as they gently grouped my chest.

“Mhmm… anything for you” I mused my eyes fluttering close at his gentle attack. His fingers tugged my tank top up and over my chest so my breasts were exposed, his hand immediately returning to play with them.

I shivered at his touch, my body sensitive since I’ve only been awake for about 7ish minutes.

“How do you want it, baby? I can make it quick or do you wanna come too?” Peter whispered in my ear, nipping at the lobe gently.

“Hmm… I think I’d like some attention too.” I said with a small smile. His lips gently moved to my neck as he slid his hand from my breast down to the hem of my panties.

“Anything for you,” he said with a grin, slipping his fingers in my underwear, making me gasp as I felt his fingers slide between my legs.

His fingers gently stroked the special spot, making me squirm. I moaned as he took his time stroking and twisting, my back arching slightly. My breathing quickened shortly after and he understood why. His actions quickly sped up, his fingers practically attacking me, as I gasped.

“P-Peter… please?” I whimpered, getting dangerously close.

“Come for me~” he almost purred and I almost exploded. I moaned and twitched as the pressure released in my stomach, pleasure spreading across my entire body making my toes curl.

I panted, turning to glance at him and he was of course grinning with pride. “I love you,” he said, kissing me swiftly before reaching down to tug my shorts off, struggling just a bit.

I laughed, “Eager are we?”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Oh hush,” he said.

Still laying behind me, he gently lifted my leg slightly and ever so slowly teased my entrance with his tip making me moan once more.

“Peter…” I groaned, growing impatient.

“Eager are we?” He said, mocking me with a sly little smile.

I glared at him and then gasped, his tip ever so slowly sliding in, the rest of him following shortly after.

He started slow and sweet, his gentle thrusts feeling absolutely amazing. He slid his arms around me again, one hand twisting and rubbing on a nipple, the other on my hip to keep me steady. I was in absolute heaven, moaning and moaning.

Peter left little kisses on my shoulder and shoulder blade, absolutely loving the sounds I was making. He whispered little ‘I love you’s here and there. We made sweet love for what felt like hours until I felt Peters fingers grip my hip.

He thrusts became faster and harder, making me squeal at the sudden change in pace. Both of our breathing quickened, my hands gripping the sheets.

“Peter! I-I’m gonna come!” I half moaned half yelled.

“Fuck… Come for me, baby” he groaned in my ear, going even faster then before.

My fingers flew to my lips as I screamed in pleasure, my body tensing up as I came again, my legs shaking as pleasure once again took over my body. Not even seconds later, Peter sighed as he gave one final thrust, his own release taking over his body.

We laid there panting for awhile, still high off of our orgasms, when I glanced at the clock. 4:43 AM.

Peter laughed, squeezing me tightly, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh… you know how tired I’m going to be tomorrow?” I said, smiling.

“Hey, you offered. And don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

“Mhm…” I said rolling my eyes, “It was pretty great.”

“We should have 4AM sex more often,” Peter said with a little wink~

[tasmparkerr]

Happy birthday ~

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT!!! so much sMUt

Summary: it’s Peters birthday! And you’ve got a lil sumthin sumthin planned for him

A /N: please don’t interact if you’re a minor! Tysm <3

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August 10th. Today was August 10th. Peter Parker’s, my boyfriend, birthday was today. And I had something special planned.

I had to get dressed, since we were having dinner at his aunts house, in something casual but still nice. I had piles and piles of clothes on the ground, shifting through them all to find something that would look nice.

I continued to pick up different clothes until I heard a soft knock on my window. Peter.

I couldn’t help but smile. I loved hearing that soft knock. I jogged over to my window where my Spider-Man was waiting. I swung the latch open to let him in.

“Why hello there, Mr. Spider-Man. I didn’t know we were working today?”

Peter pulled his mask off to reveal his own smile, his eyes gleaming. “Yeah well… us hero’s never really get a break.”

“Ah, you poor thing.” I said as he slid into my room, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Hi beautiful.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss me softly.

“Hi, birthday boy. You feel any older?”

He shrugged, “19 isn’t as exciting as I thought it would be. I can’t get drunk at Disney World or anything.”

I laughed, “We’ll add it to our bucket list for when we turn 21. Day drunk at Disney.”

“As long as your there, it sounds good to me,” he said, leaning down to give me another kiss but I playfully dodged it.

“Hey, I’ve got to get ready. We’ve got to be at your place in an hour and a half.”

Peter glanced at the time, “Shit… Aunt Mays gonna make me clean the whole place just because your coming over, as if you’re not always over.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well go make her happy, I need to pick out an outfit.”

Peter pursed his lips and thought for a moment. “Wear that skirt I like, the khaki one.”

I glanced behind me at one of the piles. I’d have to go digging again… “Okay, I will. Now shoo, go be with your family. I’ll see you soon. Oh! And please don’t let your Aunt make meatloaf again, it’s truly awful.”

Peter laughed, kissed my cheek, and said “I’ll try. I’ll see you soon.” and he was off. I sighed, shaking my head as I reclosed my window.

After awhile, I finally picked out an outfit. I wore the short khaki skirt (due to Peters request) and a cream oversized sweater that I tucked into the skirt. I threw on some brown flats, brushed out my long hair, popped on some mascara and lipgloss, and I was set. Underneath, however, I wore a sheer cherry red lingerie set that I had picked out a few weeks ago just for today. Red was Peters favorite color…

I said goodbye to my parents, hoping into my car to drive to Peters. He was only a few minutes away so I was there in no time. Being ten minutes early, as I always am, I almost skipped to the door. Before I could even ring the doorbell, Peter opened the door.

He was wearing dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a wicked grin. “Hi,” he said, taking in my appearance, “You look amazing.”

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, kissing his cheek as I passed, “Happy birthday.”

“Is that (Y/N)?” Aunt May called from the kitchen.

“Yeah, she’s here!” He answered, guiding me in to say hello. I took a quick glance around the house, “You cleaned quite nicely,” I whispered and Peter just rolled his eyes.

The night went by quickly, since she did indeed make meatloaf and neither Peter or I really ate. We sat with his aunt for a few hours as she showed me baby photos I had already seen and went on about how much Peters grown and matured, and other things of that nature. I really didn’t mind Mays company, I was just itching to be with Peter.

After Peter opened his few gifts, some underwear and some money, from May and a new microscope from me, it was around 9 o’clock and that was her apparent bedtime. She told us goodnight, hugged me once, and went upstairs to her room, leaving us alone.

Peter took my hand and led me upstairs as well, sneaking into his room. We technically weren’t allowed according to May, but she never bothered to check unlike my parents, so we spent a lot of time at Peters.

Peter sighed as he tossed his new pack of underwear on his desk and shoved the cash in his wallet. He plopped down on his bed so he was leaning against the wall. His eyes traveled up my body as he reached out for me, whispering a soft “C’mere,”

I happily went to him, sitting next to him as he put his arms around my shoulder so I could lean into him.

“Did you have a good birthday?” I asked, glancing up at him.

Peter smiled and nodded, “Yeah. I could’ve gone without the meatloaf but she insisted because ‘she knows it’s my favorite’. I didn’t have the heart to tell her.”

I laughed, “Oh leave her be, she tries.”

“And she does great. She could just afford to watch the cooking channel a little more often”

I rolled my eyes and lightly nudged him. I glanced at the door, making sure it was closed before shifting to face Peter. “I do have one more gift for you.”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Oh do you now? You really didn’t have to…”

I bit my lip, “It’s… not that kind of gift”.

Peter sat up more, running his hand through his hair, “Alright, let’s see it then.”

I took in a deep breath to control my nerves. I crawled over to him so I was straddling him. My shaky hands laid on his chest as we met eyes.

I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, we had slept together before, so why was it so nerve racking? Maybe because I’ve never done something like this before… dressed up all pretty with a matching set. Plus Peter was usually the instigator.

“Y/N?” Peter asked, “You okay?”

I nodded, rolling my eyes “Yeah, I’m just nervous… so bear with me okay?”

Peter frowned but nodded. I leaned in slowly, softly pressing my lips to his. He kissed me gently, his thumb running across my cheek as he held my face.

I ran my hands down his chest, hesitating for a moment before taking the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it up…

Peter pulled back. “Oh. You want…? Is that my gift? Birthday sex?”

I blushed heavily, looking down at our laps, “I- Well… yeah. Birthday sex. If that’s what you want-“ I was interrupted by his lips, a smile still on his face.

“Of course I want it. I always want you.” He said, kissing my nose before diving back into my lips.

Feeling slightly more confident now, I kissed him with more urgency, digging my fingers into his hair to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

Peter was growing impatient, his fingers tracing down my sides to pull the sweater out of the skirt so he could lift it over my head and throw it to the side. In the brief moment our lips separated his eyes caught the red fabric, causing him to sit back.

He stared at my chest with wide eyes, making me squirm with anxiety. Just when I was going to ask if he liked it or not a huge grin came on his face as he said, “Did you get this for me?”

I nodded, “Uh, yeah… I bought it last week. I know reds you’re favorite so I gave it a shot… is it okay…?”

Peter reached out, cupping my breast gently, his thumb rubbing across the laces fabric. “It’s perfect” He mumbled, leaning forward to press his lips against my chest. He left gentle kisses along my collar bone and the top of my breast, making my breath quicken. He was taking his sweet time…

I gasped as Peter unzipped the top of my skirt, tugging at it to signal he wanted it off. I shifted to help him scoot it down my legs so I was only in the lingerie set as I straddled his lap.

Peters eyes gazed over my whole body, his face red and flustered. “You really are… so fucking gorgeous.”

I blushed, smiling as I whispered “Thank you” but Peter leaned forward again to give me a soft kiss, “No, thank YOU. This is the best birthday gift ever. Please wear this again for me… Is it okay if I take it off you now?”

I giggled as I nodded, “But I can’t be the only one without clothing.”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully and yanked off his t-shirt before reaching around to unclip the bra, allowing my breasts to fall out of the lace.

Peter took no time in leaning forward and latching his lips on my nipple, gently sucking. I gasped, my fingers digging in his hair. Peter reached up to gently massage the other mound, his thumb teasing the nub.

I moaned softly, remembering Aunt May was just down the hall. Peter continued to attack my chest as I felt his bulge underneath me grow, making me bite my lip.

“Peter,” I whined, rocking my hips against him, “Please?”

Peter laughed, looking up at me, “Be patient, baby.” He teased as he moved to the other breast. I groaned at his actions, making my desires much stronger. His hand suddenly left my breast to trail down my stomach to the top of my panties, making me suck in a sharp breath.

“Is this okay?” He asked, looking up at me. I nodded, giving him my approval to continue. He always asked for my consent.

His fingers slipped underneath my underwear, quickly finding the special spot. I gasped loudly, pressing my forehead against Peters as he began to rub in soft and slow circular motions. “O-Oh… Peter…” I whimpered, trying my best to keep quiet. Peter shushed me, brining his lips to my cheek, “You’ve got to be quiet, baby, you’ll wake May up.”

I nodded, digging my fingers into his shoulder. “P-Peter,” I begged, “Please don’t stop.” and he didn’t. He continued his circular motion until my breathing went wild, signaling I was close. He whispered a soft, “Come for me.” and I exploded. I buried my face in his chest to suppress any noises of pleasure that escaped my lips, my chest heaving.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” Peter said, moving my head so he could passionately kiss me. Without separating from me, he reached down and begun to undo his belt buckle.

The clicking sound got me excited all over again, my own fingers moving to slide my underwear off my legs. Soon enough, we were both bare. Peter looked at me one more time, his eyes full of lust, before shooting a web to grab his wallet. I giggled as he ripped open the condom wrapper and slid it on with ease. “You ready?” He asked softly, and I nodded. He began to move to get on-top if my but I held my hand up, pushing him back down into his sitting position.

“Let me be on-top?” I said, half asking half telling. Peter looked shocked, but didn’t protest.

I shifted so I was above him, slowly descending ontop of him, his tip pressing against my entrance. I took in a deep breath before letting his shaft slip into me, moaning as I felt him fill me up.

Peter hissed, his hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, you feel amazing…” he groaned, clearly fighting the urge to buck his hips. I didn’t respond, too scared another moan would slip out. Slowly, I moved up and down, the sensation almost immediate. I couldn’t help but whine at the feeling of Peters member going in and out of me, the pleasure fogging up my brain.

I met eyes with Peter, who looked at me with such intensity, as I sped up ever so slightly. Peter watched me as I moved, never breaking eye contact as I continued to bounce. It was clear I was nearing another orgasm, my noises getting more and more frequent. Peters began to help, his hands that were on my hips dug into my skin and helped my motions, using his strength to keep my pace steady.

“Come for me” he whispered for the second time, and once again, I exploded. His hands held my waist down so I felt his full length as I came, my legs twitching at the sensation. I fell against his chest, heaving as I came down from my high, listening to Peters quick heart beat. “Good girl…” he whispered, rubbing my back gently.

Slowly he laid me back, so I was laying flat on his bed. He leaned down and kissed my neck, whispering soft little comments like how beautiful I was and how much he loved me, things of that nature. I moaned as his fingers pressed against my entrance, slipping in with ease. “Mm, you’re very wet, my love.” He teased, making me blush as I wriggled around.

He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me as the continued his kisses and praises. He kept going and going and going, speeding up, clearly shooting for another orgasm. I covered my mouth with my own fingers to conceal my sounds of pleasure, my legs shivering as I came from his fingers, my toes curling at the release.

Peter positioned himself between my legs, glancing at me once to make sure I was okay, and sliding his shaft back into me, making me whimper in anticipation.

Peter sighed, clearly happy to be back inside of me, his hands grabbing my hips as he gave me a wicked grin. “Try and be quiet okay? I don’t want to wake May. Just tell me if it gets to be too much, okay baby?”

I nodded, understanding what this meant. Peter let out a breath and began to thrust his hips. It started slow and soft, only soft moans leaving my lips, but it suddenly became not so slow. Peter thrusted into me hard, his grip on my hips pulling me into each thrust. One of my hands gripped his sheets for dear life while the other was locked over my lips to muffle my screams of pleasure.

Peter groaned a quiet “fuck…” here and there, but he was so wrapped up in my reactions he could barely focus. He leaned down, burying his face in my neck, suddenly grabbing both my arms and holding them above my head by my wrists. “P-Peter! I can’t k-keep quiet!” I said in a panic, getting close to my fourth orgasm of the night.

Peter just kissed my neck, “Then don’t. I want to hear you.” He whispered, his voice thick with pleasure as he continued to ram into me. I tried my hardest to stay quiet, but when I finally came, I nearly screamed Peters name, my back arching as pleasure seemed to explode throughout my entire body. Almost immediately after I felt Peter tense up, his fingers digging into my skin as he also had his release, and then he relaxed.

We laid there, naked and panting, as we came down from our highs. I glanced up at the door, wrapping my arms around Peters neck. “Did we…?“

“Surprisingly, no. She’s still asleep.” Peter mumbled, leaving soft kisses along my jaw. “You were perfect, thank you for my birthday gift.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes, “Yeah sure, anytime.”

Peter grinned, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

[tasmparkerr]

HOSTAGE

part 3 (final)

Part one - Part two - Part three

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

word count: .9k

warnings: language, flufffffffff, angst, mushy gushy stuff, kisses, etc.!

summary: Everything’s finally over, but Peter can’t express how sorry he is and how it’s all his fault…

A/N: this won’t make any sense if you haven’t read part one and two, so go check it out!

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Peter leaned forward and took my face into his hands, “Just breathe, (Y/N)… it over now”

I finally gasped, forcing myself to breathe, sucking in as much air as I could.

“There you go… in and out, sweetheart, good job…” Peter whispered, not taking his eyes off my face, “Just keep breathing, try and match mine if you can.” He said as he started to breath with exaggeration so I could see his chest move.

I did my best, hiccuping here and there, but soon enough my breathing slowed enough for me to talk. “W-Where is it?”

Peter frowned, giving my forehead a quick kiss, “It’s gone. He brought you to an old mining site underneath the city, it’s going to be a subway extension in a few years. They had some bombs set up to clear the big rocks and well… as he turned around I detonated one which caused a chain reaction. It’s dead.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of dread and relief. It was just a mourning soul… yet a vengeful one. Poor thing…

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“What did he do to you?”

I shifted uncomfortably, “Nothing. He was waiting for you, he was going to put on uh.. a show I guess.”

“A show?:”

“Yeah… like rip me apart and stuff.” I said, wincing as I did. Those red eyes flashes in my brain again…

Peter's whole body seemed to tense up. His face twisted with a mix of rage and pain. “I-I can’t even begin to… to say how fucking sorry I am. I don’t… I don’t know what I would do if… fuck.” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes clear of the forming tears.

I reached my shaky hand out to comfort him, but once my hand brushed his shoulder his hand caught my wrist and gently pulled me into his arms, bringing me to his chest. “I am SO fucking sorry, (Y/N)... I’m so so so sorry…” he whispered into my hair, pressing his face in my neck.

I melted into his embrace, allowing myself to be held. I was still shaking, the past events almost too much for my brain to fully process.

“This is my fault,” Peter whispered, tightening his grip around my waist.

“Hey, don’t talk like that. I’m the one who ran towards the thing yesterday.” I responded immediately, not wanting Peter to blame himself at all.

“Yeah, but I’m Spiderman. He wouldn’t have come after you if I wasn’t who I was. I shouldn’t have… I should’ve… I don’t know. I shouldn’t have opened the door. I should’ve just gotten you out of there. I could’ve-”

“Peter,” I said, pulling away to see his face, “Stop. It’s over. I’m okay. I’m right here, with you, alive. I know the risks of dating a superhero. This probably won't be the last time this will happen… and I understand that.”

“You shouldn’t be in danger just to be with me,” he said sadly, his fingers brushing some loose hair behind my ear.

“But it’s worth it. I love you, Peter Parker, more than anything and anyone else one this planet.”

Peter gave a weak smile, “And I love you, (Y/N), so much that it hurts” and he kissed me.

It started slow and soft, but out of nowhere, Peter dug his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss, holding me tight against him. It got very intense very fast and before I knew it we were gasping for air between the kisses, grabbing each other wherever we could.

His hands traced my spine until he got to the hem of my t-shirt, where his fingers slowly brushed my bare skin, traveling up my stomach…

“P-Peter…” I whined, suddenly very aware, “We’re on top of the Empire State Building…”

Peter moved to kiss my neck, his fingers still exploring my stomach… “So?” he asked between the kisses.

“Um…? Could w-we possibly go h-home and continue?” I said, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Your place is all messed up… no door or window.” he said very matter of fact, moving to kiss my jaw.

“Yours is perfectly fine” I pointed out, fighting the urge to melt into his lips.

“But I’m Spiderman, so who cares?”

“I do”

“After everything, you’re worried about getting caught?”

“Peter.”

Peter sighed and sat back. “Okay. My place. And then can I please kiss you some more?” He said with his usual little grin.

“Of course, for hours if you’d like.”

“Hours sound good to me.” he said, biting his lip, but his smile faded, “You do know I would never intentionally put you in danger right? I know I should leave you, and you would be safer without me but… I’m just too selfish to leave you.”

I smiled at him warmly, taking his face into my hands. “Please don’t ever leave me. I know you love me, Peter. I know you never wanted this, any of this, to happen. I promise, we’re okay.”

Peter’s smile returned, kissing me firmly once before springing to his feet, pulling his mask on, and reaching out for me. “Let's get going, I have quite a few plans for us before the sun rises.”

End

[tasmparkerr]

Hostage

Part 2

Part one - Part two - Part three

Peter Parker x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: violence, angst, talk of death and killing, kidnapping, blood, broken bones, etc.

summary: Lizard wrapped his hands around you once more as his plan to harm Spider-Man happens to involve you…

A/N: this won’t make any sense if you haven’t read part one, so go check it out!

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The door flew off the hinges with the awful sound of shredded wood. Peter flew back, landing on his feet of course, as the large lizard like creature seemed to sliver in. His mask was already recovering his face.

“Ah, Spider-Man,” it’s deep and raspy voice bellowed, “I knew I would find you here with her scent…” it’s pure black eyes traveled to me. Those eyes made my blood run cold, my ability to breathe seemed to vanish.

Peter crouched down, his muscles flexing as he prepared himself. “Alright, you Godzilla wannabe, what the hell do you want?”

The creature hadn’t taken its eyes off you, his teeth glittering as it smiled. “I want you to feel pain. I want to rip everything from you, Spiderman. I know what you’ve done and who you’ve hurt… you’re not the hero people think you are. You destroy lives without mercy.”

Peter slowly began to creep towards you, wanting to be in between you and the monster but not wanting to trigger any attack. “You gotta be a bit more specific, big guy, what have I done that makes you hate me so much?”

The lizard growled, flexing its back muscles. “Darla… she died during one of your little shows. You and that green man… one of the bombs killed her, and you didn’t do a damn thing! You just let her explode like she was nothing. You didn’t even show up to the memorials of those who died in the accident. So I’m here to show you what that pain is like. I’m gonna rip the most important thing to you into little pieces and shove them down your throat… Peter Parker.”

Peter froze at the sound of his name. It knew his identity? How is that possible…

“Yesssss,” it slithered, “I know who you are. Your scent is very clear… Even though you’re barely an adult, you’ve already caused so much pain. It’s time for you to suffer too!”

In that moment, it lunged. Peter, still in shock, didn’t have the time to react. The monster already had its hands on me. I screeched as it’s scratchy, scaling arms scooped me up with ease.

“Y/N!” Peter cried, moving to try and reach you but it was too late. The large creature snagged me off my couch, smacking Peter hard into the wall, and leaped out the window, glass shattering everywhere. I screeched as we plummeted to the ground, expecting immediate death when the monster landed with ease, it’s taloned feet cracking the side walk underneath it.

The sudden whiplash made me wince, my head seeming to swim, but the lizard gave no care to my condition and sprinted forward.

Webs began to appear as Peter finally caught up. He swung around, looking for an opening. He kept screaming taunts and threats to the creature but it couldn’t care less. If anything it seemed… amused?

Peter was getting sloppy. I could tell by where he shot his webs and how he swung… it was off. And as if on cue, the monster grabbed Peters current web and yanked down hard, causing Peter to smack into the ground. He rolled until he smacked into a traffic light, not moving.

“PETER!!” I screamed, instinctively reaching out for him, my heart blasting with the fear of him being hurt. I didn’t see him move before we turned the corner and dipped into the subway. It became very very dark…

I don’t remember much after that, the image of Peter slamming into the ground replayed over and over again in my head. I didn’t even noticed when we slowed down.

It was a dark and muggy open space, clearly underground with very little light source. Just a few dim lights that hung from the high ceiling. The lizard shuddered, it’s scales shifting across its whole body.

I was shaking involuntarily, knowing that I was probably going to die. It’s words were very clear… I was the main target. A small ping of relief lingered knowing Peter wasn’t it’s main target, but I know Peter would never stop if it managed to kill me.

There was a small circular opening, similar to the manholes in the city, but with a cage like grate instead of a slab of metal. The lizard easily popped off the grate and seemed to sigh.

“I do want to apologize, young one. I do not wish to harm you specifically… I promise I’ll make it quick when the time comes.” It purred, it’s large eyes looking down.

My heart rate quickened, my body reactively beginning to squirm. “P-Please don’t-“ I whimpered, knowing it was useless.

“Shhh,” it cooed, lowering my into the small hole, “It won’t be long. Parker will find you, and when he’s here, he’ll watch me kill you, I’ll do it swiftly, and once you’re already gone I’ll do the worst. You will not suffer. He, however, will suffer tremendously.” The grate was returned and the sound of scales got quieter and quieter.

I sank to the damp ground, the tiny enclosure seeming stuffy. All that had happen in the past 24 hours was clanking around in your head. You nearly died only hours ago, you were just with Peter and now you were stuck underground somewhere being held so you could be killed in front of Peter.

I pressed my back against the cold wall, the low temperature setting in as I shivered. I was only wearing a pair of jeans and a light t-shirt. My jacket was in your apartment…

I’m not sure how much time had passed while I was sitting there, shivering. Hours maybe? I didn’t move from my position until I heard a low growl. Peter was close.

Fear and anxiety swarmed in my chest for so many reason. My upcoming death, Peters possible death, Peters reaction to my death… Jesus Christ.

The gage creaked as it popped off, the large taloned hand reaching down. “Come, little one,” it said almost sadly as it gently lifted me up. It sat me down on the floor as it crawled around me, observing me. “I promise to keep my word. I will end your lift swiftly. You don’t deserve this… I’m sorry, again.”

I swallowed with difficulty and nodded, not sure what else to do. Peters web became audible. It was almost time. The lizard sighed, moving to get in front of me to pounce, allowing Peter to see it first handed, I assumed. My brain flipped through every scenario and moment that could possible help me in this moment until I landed on one. Peters voice telling me to stall.

It was when he was running late to an interview, and he really needed the job so he sent you in to flirt with the interviewer… he sent you to stall until he got there.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, my heaving making it hard to breathe, “I’m sorry about your partner. S-She didn’t deserve to die.”

The monster jerked, seeming to wince. It snarled and shook its large head. “Don’t speak.”

“Really! I love Peter, I do, but no one deserves to go through that kind of pain. No one…”

The lizard huffed, “Except Peter Parker… good bye, little one.” And it lunged.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the teeth or the claws to sink into my skin, but they never did.

When I opened my eyes, Peter was there. Webs were shooting left and right as he seemed to dance with the creature. I fell back, crawling to the edge of the room, trying to avoid the fight the best I could.

They seemed to take turns being in charge. Peter using his webs to pull chucks of rock and cement into the lizard, the lizard grabbing hold of Peter and throwing him around, it really was like a dance. Until it threw Peter a little too hard. I could hear a bone snap, followed by Peters god awful cry. He wriggled on the ground, clutching his side.

The monstered heaved, turning towards me once again. It’s eyes were red and it’s mouth was dripping with saliva. It crawled over to me quickly, it’s breath hot against my face. “Now, perish!” It snarled, wrapping its hands around my neck just like it did hours ago. I gasped as I was lifted and it’s grip tightened. “Look, Peter Parker! As I drain her life away before your very eyes!” It said, swinging around to show Peter but… he wasn’t there?

An explosion came out of no where, from our left. The lizard was in such shock that it dropped me, and before I could even hit the floor a familiar pair of arms latched on to me as he quickly shot a web.

We dashed through the underground tunnels as more and more blasts echoed through the room we had just left, the sound of the monster screaming slowly being dulled out.

My fingers dug into Peters neck as I clung onto him for my literal life, his web yanking us from out of the ground. The night sky was barely fading to signal the new day.

Peter didn’t stop until we were at his favorite spot, the top of the Empire State Building.

Very very slowly, as if I was as fragile as an egg, he sat me down. As soon as he let go my legs gave out, which he of course caught me to help me sit down.

Peter pulled his mask off to reveal a face of pure agony, his eyes flickering all over my body to check for any injury or blemish. “A-Are you okay?” He barely whispered, kneeling in-front of me.

“I-I…” I whimpered, my body coming down from the adrenaline rush. The tears collected as I met eyes with him, so many emotions running through my head.

Peter leaned forward and took my face into his hands, “Just breathe, (Y/N)… it over now”

to be continued…

[tasmparkerr]

Hostage

Part one

Part one - Part two - Part three

Peter Parker x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: slight violence, talk of injury, little blood, angsty asf, borderline smut (intense make out lmao) and very very fluff

summary: you got mixed up in a battle and Peter can’t stop apologizing… what would he do if he lost you?

A/N: I like to imagine this in TASM universe but I don’t specify for your own preference! The villain is basically Lizard, just not Dr. Curtis Connors? So just a crazy, blood thirsty reptile. Hope that clears things up :)

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“Please not her! Please, please please anything but her! Just set her down and you can tear me to shreds, j-just not her!” Peter pleaded, his fingers digging into the ground as he fell to his knees. The monster held me tightly around my neck and it held me over the side of the building. I couldn’t breathe… I clawed at the large scaled hand, wriggling to get free, but there was just no use. It was my fault really, I was the one who ran up here to help Peter. Stupid… What was I thinking?

It released a gnarly series of grunts, which seemed to be its laughter as if it was enjoying Peters pain. It’s grip tightened. If it hadn’t been for the helicopter crashing into the roof I would’ve been crushed.

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I sat at the edge of the hospital bed for what seemed like hours. The clocked ticked for what seemed like eternity. I winced as my fingers brushed my neck, the skin still sensitive from the strangling. The doctor said I was lucky nothing snapped.

Peter was no where to be seen, which I knew he wouldn't be. Whenever these Spider-Man incidents happened he had to be AWOL for a couple hours.

A spring of anxiety fluttered across my chest. I couldn't remember what happened after the crash. It just went black. The doctor said it was probably from lack of air, but what made me so nervous was I had no idea what happened to Peter. Where he was or if he was hurt, well, how badly he was hurt. I understood the super fast healing spider power thing to an extent but... it still made me worried.

The door creaked open to reveal the doctor telling me I was good to go. Officers where going to escort me home since the creature was apparently still on the loose. I could be a possible repeated target…. They would be in touch with me.

I stumbled into my apartment, still discombobulated, throwing my now torn up purse on the floor. It was only when I looked up I noticed the figure leaning against the wall.

"Peter?" I whispered, almost asking for the confirmation that he was really here.

He stepped forward, his face grim. "Hey, (Y/N)..”

I finally took a breath, stumbling forward to get to him. He seemed to noticed how jumbled my limbs where and rushed to meet me half way. "Hey hey hey… slow down, are you okay? What did the doc say?" He said, easily scooping me up in his arms and bringing me to my couch.

I shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. I knew how bad Peter must be hurting. "Not as bad as I thought. Just some throat discomfort, few bruises, and probably in shock"

Peter glared at me, crouching in front of the couch so he was eye level. "You're lying. Please, (Y/N), be honest with me……. I need to hear it.?"

My shoulders slumped, sighing as I said very quietly, "It could've snapped my neck. It got close… I've got some neck trauma. That's why my voice is a little raspy and I could expect to suffer with some difficulty breathing, intense coughing, difficulty swallowing, etc. through these next few weeks. I'm covered in scrapes, stitches, and bruises. But overall, it could've been worse."

Peter scoffed, standing up in frustration. “Could've been worse? Yeah you could've DIED! Do you not understand that?" He said angrily as he paved back and forth in my living room, “Do you not see how serious that was? You ran towards the danger and you could have been killed!"

I looked down, not wanting to see the anger or hurt on his face. “I-I’m sorry, Peter… It was hurting you and I couldn’t just stand there and watch.”

Peter sighed, rubbing his face with his covered hands. He was still wearing his Spider-Man suit, all bloody and ripped. I would have to fix that later…

He walked over and sat next to me on the couch, staring at the floor. “I could never recover if you died. I would never be able to look at myself if you got killed. You’re my everything, (Y/N)… I know it’s scary watching me fight all sorts of people and things on the TV but that’s my job. That’s the responsibility that comes with powers. I can’t have you running towards the danger when things get scary. Am I making sense?”

I nodded, wiping a tear that had formed in my eye. “Yes, it does… it just… I can’t stand this sometimes. I can’t just sit there while you get thrown around!”

He nodded, looking up to meet my eyes, “I know. I know it’s hard. As soon as I heard you call my name I felt this overwhelming urge to get you out of there. I couldn’t bear the idea of it getting you and it still did. It was so close to killing you… god I’ll never get that image out of my head.”

It was silent for a moment, both of you staring at the carpet as time slugged by. I ever so gently scooted my hand over so I was touching his and he gladly accepted my touch. “I love you,” I whispered softly, giving him a light squeeze, “I promise I won’t do it again.”

He gave you a smirk, “For some odd reason, I really doubt that.” He said with a much lighter tone. Peter leaned in to kiss me, pressing his lips to mine very softly. He kissed me once, twice, three times… four… I eventually lost count. It started soft and slow and then the eagerness kicked in. The fear from losing each other tonight had us both shaken, and I could physically feel the need of comfort oozing from us both. He gently shifted us so I was straddling him, his back against the couch.

His fingers dug into my hair as he kissed me feverishly, pressing his body against mine. “God I-I don’t….” he kissed me again “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d gotten hurt out there,” his lips moved to my jaw, causing me to suck in a quick breath. “I love you, (Y/N), I love you so fucking much”. He was at my neck now… “I won’t let anyone ever touch you again, I swear.” I managed a small “Mhm” as he continued to move down to my collar bone.

There was suddenly a knock on my door. We both froze, staring at the door. Peter tightened his grip around my waist, tugging me closer to him. “Are you expecting anyone?” He whispered, clearly uneasy.

I shook my head, “No… No one. It’s also almost 3:30 in the morning… who visits at a time like this?”

Another knock.

“Let me answer it,” Peter said, setting you gently on the couch once more. He grabbed a jacket he had left here before and threw it on over his suit to cover at least some. He opened the door slightly, just revealing his head and left shoulder.

And then the door flew off.

to be continued…

[tasmparkerr]

NEW YEARS

Peter Parker x fem!Reader

word count: .8k

warnings: none!

summary: You’ve had a long year with your boyfriend, Peter, who just happens to be Spider-Man. It’s time to celebrate the new year!

A/N: something cute and short for the new year, hope you enjoy!

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It was just about to be 9 o’clock. Three more hours until the new year. You were getting dressed, scrambling to find something to wear, before your boyfriend showed up. Peter didn’t give you any specifics to what you two were doing or what to wear. He just said “dress warm”. So helpful.

You decided on some tight jeans and a heavy light blue sweater. Throwing on your old, white converses, you decided it was good enough. You threw your hair up into a messy, yet acceptable, bun to keep it out of your face. Some light makeup and you were ready.

You glanced at your window, waiting for him to hop in through the fire escape because Peter seemed to be too good to use doors. He said he’d be here by now but he was going to be late. He was always late.

An hour and a half passed, 11 o’clock came rolling around, and you really thought he wasn’t going to make it until you heard the soft click from your window. You smiled as you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist, his lips pressing against your temple.

“Hello, Mr Spider-Man,” you said softly, enjoying his embrace.

“Good evening, beautiful.” He said, turning you so you could see his unmasked face, “I’m sorry I’m late… People get stupid when they’re drunk.”

You nod, laughing a little, “It’s okay. I figured. Where are we going? We’ve got like… 53 more minutes.”

Peter smiled, biting his lip. “Well… I have something special for you. If you’re willing to spend your evening with Spider-Man?” He said, pulling his mask over his face.

“Ah, we’re swinging to get there?” You said, not able to hide your anxiety. You hated swinging.

Peter wrapped his arms around you again, easily lifting you up. “Just close your eyes, we’ll be there in no time.” And he flung out your window.

You squeezed your eyes shut, winding ripping through your hair as you clung to Peter with your dear life. He, of course, swung with ease. His laughter rang through your ears like bells, your reaction clearly bringing him amusement.

Before you knew it, the wind stopped, and you were still. “You can open your eyes now,” Peter whispered, brushing the loose hair behind your ears.

You did, gasping at how high you both were. Top of the Empire State Building. You knew this was his spot, but it didn’t make it any less terrifying.

“H-Holy shit, Peter… what are we doing up here?” You asked, retightening your hold on him.

He grinned, helping you sit down next to him, and turned you to face the bright city of New York. “Well, I know you like fireworks, and I couldn’t decide which show to bring you too, so….” and as if on cue, fireworks lit up the entire sky, “I thought you could watch all of them.”

Your nerves seemed to ease as the entire sky lit up with hundreds of fireworks from all over the city. “Oh Peter… this is amazing!” You said in pure bliss. The mix of colors seemed to swim through the sky as they blended and spun.

While you watched all the colors dance, Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were the prettiest thing to him. “Hey… (Y/N)?” He said so softly, you almost didn’t hear him over the distant booms of the fireworks.

“Yes?” You said, turning to look at him.

“I love you.” He said, shifting to get closer to you, your faces only inches away. “And I want to thank you.”

“For what?” You said, not breaking the eye contact that he started.

“For sticking with me. I’ve put you through a lot this year… and it was for my own selfish desires,” he paused, brushing your cheek with his fingers, “I threw the fact that I was Spider-Man on you, expected you not to tell anyone, put you in danger multiple times… we’ve fought, I’ve scared you, you’ve seen horrible horrible things… and you’re still here, with me. Thank you.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “You don’t have to thank me, I would do it all over again just to be here with you. I love you, Peter Parker, and everything that comes with you.”

The crowd of people underneath you began to chant in union, “10….9….8….”

Peter smiled, taking your face into his hands, “Just in time,” and he kissed you. You both wrapped your arms around each other as you shared a heavy kiss, the crowd screaming “ONE!” and hundreds of fireworks explode around you both, the colors illuminating your faces with shades of gold, red, blues, silvers… it was perfect.

Peter kissed you over and over again, holding you tight. He only stopped when he felt you’re body shiver. He pulled away just enough to see your face. “Are you cold?”

You nodded, embarrassed and flustered. “Let me take you home…?” You frowned, which made him laugh, “I can stay the night.” Your expression became a lot happier then.

“Happy New Year, Peter.”

“Happy New Year, (Y/N).”