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Can I please request a Seth Clearwater x artistic shortie? Plz and ty, have a nice day! 👍

seth clearwater x reader

summary: seth watches you paint which ends messily.

best friends with a hint of something more<3

Fine wisps of hair fell delicately into your face as you craned your neck forward to inspect the paint you had just poured onto your canvas. Taking your thick brush from the pot beside your easel you drew faint stars across the dark blue background. The midnight of the sky contrasted with the purple and green hues of the northern lights - white speckles of stars coating the sky as a finishing touch.

Just as you were finishing your painting you felt two large hands clamp down on your shoulders. A squeal left your lips in a frenzied hush, body going rigid in a tight frame.

“It’s me, it’s me, relax”, came a voice from the shell of your ear, Seth’s warm breath eliciting shivers to run up and down your arms.

You stood up abruptly, instantly feeling the need to tilt your chin up higher to the ceiling in order to make direct eye contact with Seth. A scowl graced your features as you watched as he rocked onto the balls of his feet, hands stuffed into his jean pockets.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, gently lifting the canvas before moving it into its final drying session on the window ledge, “I though you had to help Jacob and the others with your ‘pack’ stuff.”

Seth grinned at you, “I got time off to see you, shouldn’t you be happy?”

“I should be happy, but I’m painting,” you replied, hands running through your hair.

“Who said you had to stop painting?” Seth said, eyebrows furrowing slightly, “I’ll watch.”

You glanced at Seth skeptically, “ You watch me paint?”

“Why’s that so hard to believe?” Seth asked, “I can totally be quiet.”

“Mhm, sure.”

You sat back down and grabbed some paint once more, taking another easel and spreading pure white paint across the surface. Ignoring the noises coming from Seth you began to paint.

Turns out, this was going to be a painful experience. Behind you, Seth wouldn’t stay still, he kept walking around and humming noises to song lyrics and musical melodies. After he made a loud noise that resembled the quaking of a duck you harshly turned around.

As you did so, a large dollop of violet paint flew off your paintbrush and landed directly into Seth’s hair. His face slackened inio an expression of shock as he watched your hands rise to cover your mouth.

He growled playfully before grabbing a handful of yellow paint, flicking it towards you.

You shriek and attempt to hide behind a pillar but the yellow catches onto your dungarees. A laugh bubbles up inside of you as you dip your hands into some vibrant red paint and tiptoe behind Seth who’s back was to you.

Taking in a deep breath, you planted your hands with were slick with paint onto his t-shirt, rubbing the liquid into the fabric.

Seth turned around and grinned at you. He was holding a bucket full of blue paint. The cold colour cascaded over you and you stood rooted to the spot, a smile dawning your face.

This turned into a paint fight, colours splattering onto the walls like bombs of rainbows. You were both covered in paint, smiles gracing both faces as you attempted to hide and run from each other simultaneously.

After a while of chaisng and laughing, you slumped down tiredly against a pillar as was joined by a tired Seth. “Happy?” You asked him, watching his eyes wrinkle as his mouth curved into a smirk.

“You have some paint on your cheek,” he says, eyes watching your face as you try to follow his movements on where he was pointing.

“No, No, to the left,” Watching you struggle became so painful that Seth let out a sigh of frustration and gently leant over to swipe your cheek, the paint coming off your face and onto his thumb.

A blush coated your cheeks as a thank you blurted out your mouth, hands twisting themselves together in a shy mess onto your lap.

Since Seth’s shoulder was level to your head when your backs were against the pillar, you rested your head onto his shoulder, soft smile dawning your face.

Seth glanced down at your disheveled appearance with honestly and adoration evident in his expression. He linked his arm with yours in a friendly embrace as he stared ahead at the painting drying on the windowsill.

Beneath the northern lights stood a girl and a wolf, it’s coat resembling the form of Seth’s coat when he shifts. He smiled softly and shut his eyes, content with the blissful evening.

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thank you all for the love!! school is kicking my butt rn so I’m writing less as more assignments are being set but I promise I’ll be more active when I can🤍🤍

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Hello! Can you write a Loki x reader? Thank you!

loki x reader

summary : loki attempts to teach you how to fight.

warnings : blade usage, injuries

a/n : sorry if this is too short but I didn’t really have much to write off of! Hope you enjoyed🤍🤍

“Stop doing that.” Loki chides as he walks around you with an air of confidence.

A scowl graces your face as you watch him at the corner of your eye, “Doing what?”

“You look as if you’ve been squashed by a herd of rhinos - straighten your back.”

You groan as you turn around to face Loki, eyes narrowed in a menacing fashion. “What is wrong with you?”

His cheeks lift upwards as his lips curve up into a sly grin.

Ignoring his antics, you lurch forward, elbow connecting with Loki’s jaw as you spin behind him, kicking his legs so he falls onto his hands, a curse ringing through the air as you laugh quietly to yourself at his misfortune.

“That’s no way to treat a God,” Loki murmured as he saunters towards you, pushing you back roughly against a cobblestone wall behind you.

The cold stench of metal wafted up towards your nose as Loki pressed a dagger to the side of your neck. His eyes glinted mischievously, eyes tracing the features of your face with delicacy.

Crimson blood swelled beneath the pressure of the blade and you winced, breaths coming out in labored pants.

Loki’s breath breezes across your face, his neck leaning gently towards yours, his lips inches away from your own.

You huffed, tired of his games, and brought your knee up against his crotch, hands grabbing the dagger out of his hand as he fell to the floor. You smirked above him, a smile gracing your feautures as you watched gleefully as he hobbled away from you.

“Good game Y/N…good game.” he mumbled.

Ignoring him, you walked out of the training room door, head held high at the defeat of the God of Mischief.

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remus lupin x female reader

summary: you and remus spend some quality time together by the gryffindor fireplace.

a/n: I’m currently working on a loki x reader request so hopefully that will be finished soon. 🤍

Your feet were crossed at the ankles, huge blue slipper socks dangling off the sofa you were sat on, body sprawled across the soft material. Your hair was pulled into a loose bun, stray strands of your hair framing your peaceful face, and your oversized hoodie (that belonged to your boyfriend) was bunched up around your waist.

The painting to the common room banged open with a loud thud and a dishevelled looking Remus Lupin waltzed in, a soft smile crinkling his eyes as he saw his girlfriend lazily lying on the couch. You looked up at his entrance and smiled warmly as he walked over to you, placing his head in your lap as you placed the book down, gently running your fingers through his sandy hair.

"Hi," he mumbled, turning his head so he could look into your eyes, forcing you to change your position on the sofa, "What book are you reading?"

You lifted the book from your lap, showing the front cover which read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland before resuming your job of playing with Remus's hair.

"A classic," he hummed, relaxing further into his girlfriends hold.

"Where are the others?" You asked, watching the flames in the fireplace dance a repetitive melody, their flames moulding together in sync.

Remus nuzzled his head further into your chest, a low groan of appreciation rumbling through his chest. His hands played with the drawstrings of your hoodie, Remus's hair casting a shadow upon his face as a halo of golden light illuminated him.

You studied the planes of his jaw, peppering small kisses along his cheek and up onto his closed eyelids. Your hands cupped his face between your palms as you gazed, love and adoration evident in your eyes, at your boyfriend.

"Pranking Slytherins," he murmured.

"Oh, and why aren't you with them?" you asked, lacing your fingers with Remus's.

The young Lupin let out a content sigh, opening his eyes and peering up at you, a teasing grin gracing his features. "Can I please just spend time with my beautiful girlfriend, and not be questioned about the others?"

You opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short as Remus tilted his head upwards, catching your lips in a featherlight kiss. You broke into a grin, hands threading themselves into Remus's hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling gently on your bottom lip.

His hand cupped your face as Remus repositioned himself on the sofa so his body towered over yours, allowing him to have fuller access to your mouth.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you slowly pulled away, your eyes travelling across Remus's face. His sandy hair fell across his forehead, and you pushed it back unsuccessfully, eliciting a soft smile from Remus.

The copy of Alice in Wonderland fell to the floor with a soft bang, drawing the couples attention back to the common room. Remus sighed and flipped the pair over, his back against the cushions and you resting against his chest a hand planted firmly on your hip. A surprised laugh escaped your lips, as your hands landed on his chest, being careful to not press down on any of his wounds that he inflicted on himself during the full moon last week.

"How's the pain?" You whispered, voice soft and calming.

Remus dipped his head back against the armchair, eyes staring at the ceiling in slight annoyance. "You shouldn't worry about me."

His eyes followed your movements as you slid off of Remus, grabbing the book with a heartfelt sigh. "I can't help it Rem," you said, eyes waiting for his reaction, "I just.. don't like to see you suffer something that I could potentially fix."

Remus sat up from the sofa, a grimace hidden from you as you busied yourself plumping the cushions around the common room. For months, you had been working on brewing a potion which you claimed would help Remus with his transformations every month, but you didn't get very far, leaving you distressed and feeling slightly responsible for your boyfriends injuries.

Hands encircled your waist as Remus breathed on your neck, his presence comforting against the warmth of the fire opposite them.

"You can't blame yourself love. I've survived this long without a potion... a few more months won't hurt." He inhaled your hair, the familiar scent of vanilla easing the ache in the lower part of his rib cage.

"That's not the point Rem," you said, turning around to face him, a fire of determination in your eyes. "I can't even transform into a bloody animal for you, and I hate seeing you in the hospital wing every month. I feel like i'm not doing enough"

Remus bristled at the mention of the hospital wing. He didn't like you seeing him wounded after his transformations, with bruises scattering his body, dried blood coating his wounds like stars across the nights sky.

His hands covered his face as he groaned in exasperation, "I told you not to come see me in there."

"Since when do I listen to what you say?" you asked, a single eyebrow raiser in false teasing.

A small squeal left your lips as you were pulled into the air and spun around the room, laughing as Remus gently lowered you back onto the ground. His hands cupped your face once more as he stared intently into your eyes.

"You, Y/N Potter, have never failed me and you never will. I worship your being like Romeo adores Juliet, obsess over you like James pines after Lily and love you like how you love me. You can out me and my furry little problem to the whole school,  but I wouldn't care, unless you weren't by my side."

A grin blessed your features as you met Remus halfway for a kiss, feet lifting off the carpeted ground. Remus's eyes flashed gold when you reluctantly pulled away, your fingers delicately brushing the freckles that coated his nose.

"I love you," you said, hand clasping his, fingers intertwining once more.

"I love you," Remus replies, voice smooth like honey.

You rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and sighed in content. They would have this conversation later, away from the prying eyes of the students and the loud paintings listening and discussing politics, to one another. And right now it was just the two of them. Remus and Y/N. And they would move together, one step at a time.

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hello!! <3 may i request for an andrew!peter parker one-shot? I'm imagining the reader and peter are partners for a school/university project, they have this "old married couple" vibes where they bicker and have petty fights all the time but it actually made them a lot closer. they actually became close friends when one day peter falls for her and in the middle of yet another argument over their project, he blurts out "stop yelling at me or i swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!"

hehe thank you so much for reading this request!

ahh this is so exciting!! Thank you for the request and I hope I completed it just how you imagined!! 🤍

peter parker x female reader

summary : you soon realize that being lab partners with peter parker is quite eventful.

The door swung shut behind Peter as he entered your house for the first time, hands holding his backpack against his chest anxiously. He was your new lab partner, being assigned by the teacher for this half of the summer term.

He began to feel nervous as his shoes squeaked against the wooden floor leading to your bedroom and he hesitated slightly before rapping his knuckles onto the wooden surface.

You voice floated through the crack in the door, “Come in!”

Peters hand pressed down on the door handle and he took a sharp intake in breath as he looked around your room with great interest. Currently, you were sprawled out on your bed, pencil between your lips, eyes scanning the sheets of science assignments which were scattered across your duvet.

You looked up, eyes widening ever so slightly, “Oh..Peter, hi,” you said in slight surprise.

“You weren’t expecting me?” Peter asked, eyebrows furrowing as he reached out, pulling a chair out from beneath the desk and straddling it so his arms rested against the top of the chair.

A hum of agreement left your lips as you sat up on the bed, eyes tracing over his backpack that lay crumpled on the floor. His hair was mused and windswept, clothes a dark shade of green which were a few sizes too big for him.

“I didn’t think you would show up,” you replied, hands rearranging the sheets of paper on your bed to form a straight line.

“You are aware that I actually want to pass this class?”

You pointedly looked up at him as Peter took out his black rimmed glasses and slipped them onto his nose, “And I hope that you are aware that this is my house and i can kick you out of it when I please.”

Peter held his hands up in surrender as he began listing subjects and topics that you both would study over the course of the semester. A groan left your lips as you face planted your bedsheets, realizing that you were in for a lot more than you had first thought.

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The past few weeks has flown by in a whirlwind of revision, late night phone calls and multiple packets of paracetamol that helped ease your relentless headache.

Peter Parker had become somewhat your friend - as you had spent almost every afternoon together, studying for the upcoming evaluation on your science project.

And you somehow found yourself actually enjoying his company.

Hands snapping in front of your face brought you out of your daydream, the noisy chatter of students around you bringing you back to the present.

“Hello?” Peter questioned, eyes boring into your own, “You in wonderland?”

A scoff escaped you in exasperation as you slammed your locker shut behind you, single hand running through your hair.

“Yes Peter, I was just discussing with the Queen of Hearts the many different ways of chopping off someone’s head. Do you want me to demonstrate a technique on you?”

A grin blessed Peters face, as he picked up his pace to match your long strides, “Well, if you were to cut off my head, you wouldn’t pass the project - which you need my help for.”

You mumbled a stream of profanities under your breath and Peter bent down so his ear was level with your mouth, “What was that?”

Reaching up, you tugged his ear sharply, before briskly walking away from him, a laugh escaping your lips as you yelled behind you, “Sod off Parker!”

Peter stood bewildered behind you, watching carefully as you turned the corner and disappeared from sight. His hands held onto his backpack straps as his head slowly shook from side to side. His mouth tilted upwards and he began to quietly laugh, rocking on the balls of his feet.

An odd feeling surfaced in his chest as he stared at the place where you had been a moment before, warmth blossoming throughout his body. Peters hand came up to rub his ear where you had pulled him, as he walked towards his next lesson, the stinging pain a constant reminder of your touch.

-

Sun beamed down through the open blinds of your window, rays of light dancing across your carpeted bedroom floor. You were sat cross legged next to Peter, bent over a towering model of the human body. Connected by a red wool string lay a cardboard cut out of the solar system, each planet slowly spinning around in a clockwise direction.

Peter watched contently as you bit your bottom lip in concentration, a sigh leaving your lips as you leaned back, allowing you to fix your posture.

“I think we should add planet Pluto to our space,” Peter said, eyes connecting with yours in a serious manner.

“Are you serious? Pluto isn’t even considered a planet anymore and the size of it is too small to fit next to Neptune.”

Peter sighed, “Let me see.”

He leaned forwards slightly, grabbing a scrap of tinfoil and rolling it into a ball. Ignoring the warnings that came from your lips Peter began to construct a support beam for Pluto to sit on unaware of the damage he was causing to the main building.

Peter tugged on the project, checking the stability for the planet but as he did so, the red string of wool grew taught with pressure and it snapped. You could only watch in horror as your skeleton of the human body toppled over, bones and diagrams of organs scattering across you carpeted floor.

Just as Peter was about to apologize, you silently held up a hand dismissing him.

Seething, you narrowed your eyes at Peter, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Look, we can rebuild this. Calm down and relax.” He said, hands fumbling with the small bones littered across the floor.

“Don’t tell me to relax, Peter.” you warned, voice raising ever so slightly.

You could see that Peter was clearly distressed. His eyes carefully watching your every move as he frantically attempted to reassemble your skeleton but you didn’t care.

“We won’t have time to finish it!” You yelled, stilling Peters movements on rebuilding the model. “We have one week Peter, one week! And thats clearly not enough time now that you’ve ruined the biology factor! We’re going to fail and there’s nothing we can do!”

You had stood up by this point and began pacing, voice fully raised. “I don’t know why I trusted you with this! I should’ve done it myself, then everything would’ve turned out okay!”

Peter gently grasped your arms, stilling your movements, “It’s not just my fault okay? The glue wasn’t tight enough on the skeleton.”

Pushing Peter away you glared at him, “You’re blaming me?!”

“I’m just saying it’s not all on me okay? You need to breathe.”

Shakily, you brung your hands up to your face, shielding your eyes from Peter. “I don’t really want to look at you right now Pete.”

Peter felt his chest sink and before he could stop himself he blurted out, “just stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m going to fall in love with you!”

Peter immediately regretted his words as he watched a pink blush spread across your cheeks, eyes going wide in shock. Your mouth hung open slightly and your hands lowered from your face slowly.

“What?”

Peter looked taken aback, “I think you heard me the first time.”

He stepped closer to you and you took a sharp intake of breath. He lowered his voice to a whisper as he ran his hands along your arms in comfort. “Breathe with me okay?”

You followed his instructions, your heart level lowering to its normal rate. “I’m still pissed at you, y’know.” you exclaimed, eyes staring into Peters.

Searching your eyes, Peter leans forward, wrapping you in a short embrace. Against the shell of your ear he whispered a gentle “I know.” before pulling away to gather his belongings.

“I’ll come back later yeah? I just need some fresh air.”

Before you could reply, Peter had left you alone in your room. Staring at the broken skeleton model you flopped down onto the bed behind you, a large groan escaping your lips as your hands covered your face.

What are you going to do now?

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remus lupin x female reader

summary : you and remus are relaxing against the side of a tree. aka cute moments!

warnings : kissing? temptation

a/n : schools been super busy recently so I apologize on my behalf but I’m back and open to requests!!!

Your head rested gently on the chest of Remus Lupin, his rhythmic breathing falling in time with the rise of your chest. You stared ahead at James Potter, who was laughing at something Sirius Black had said whilst staring adoringly at a green eyed redhead.

Viridescent leaves were scattered around the garden floor, falling from the large oak tree that the couple rested against.

Remus's hand brushed the skin of your arm that was visible beneath your shawl, and you sighed in content.

"I love this." you whispered, eyes closing in bliss.

Remus furrowed his eyebrows, "Love what?"

"This moment, you, the garden, you, the weather, you, friends, you and everything else that makes life perfect."

Remus smiled at your words and watched as you turned around in his arms and placed your lips on his in a haste kiss. Before Remus could react, you had pulled away, a cheesy grin plastered across your face.

Remus lent forward, stretching his neck to reach your lips that had moments before graced his own. You dodged his futile attempt and laughed, the sound ringing throughout the summer air.

Remus felt his eyes flash gold at your playfulness and in one swift movement, grabbed your hips, pushing you against the ground of the floor with him now on top of you.

You face stared up into his eyes with surprise, and Remus grinned as he captured your lips in an unforgiving kiss.

Your lips were soft against his own and he took pleasure in the way your body reacted against his - the goosebumps that now littered your skin noticeable beneath your pink shawl.

His tongue swept against your own, and he took your mouth in a passionate kiss, hands tracing your arms in a frenzied motion of lust. Your hands weaved into Remus's hair and he groaned when you roughly pulled from the roots, smile dawning your face at his reaction.

You rocked your hips and swung atop of Remus, so you straddled his lap in a moment of confidence. Taking control of the kiss, you said into his mouth, "Come into the water with me."

Remus groaned and shook his head into the kiss, arm wrapping around the waist of his girlfriend, trapping you in his embrace.

"Okay Moony," you whispered breathlessly as you stood up and off of the young Lupin. Remus watched, with his swollen lips, as you smirked at him, pink shawl dropping off your shoulders and onto the grass of the garden.

Your one piece swimming suit clung to your body as you walked away from Remus and into the water of the pool, laughing as Remus dragged a hand down his face. After all, he couldn't swim because of his healing scars - advised to not move around by the one and only Madam Pomfrey.

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peter parker x female reader

summary : your boyfriend peter has taken part in a local town parade, disguised as Spider-Man. What happens when you join in on the celebrations too?

warnings : small consumption of alcohol.

a/n : in celebration of marymass (a scottish festival) i’ve written a short snippet of peter channeling the festival spirt!!

Screams and shouts from the crowd around you brought a smile to your face, your body thumping along with the beat of the drums that were parading around the streets. Men dressed in fur hats and kilts smiled and waved at the growing crowd enthusiastically.

A fiery tingle burned down your throat to your stomach, the aftertaste of your beer making you wrinkle you nose in distaste. You weren’t meant to be drinking tonight, but once offered a free drink you couldn’t say no.

Bringing the cup down from your lips, you scanned the busy streets looking for your boyfriend. Peter Parker was somewhere in the parade, disguised as Spider-Man. He had been given a large float with a throne of cobwebs where he sat, proud and jokingly slung across the webs like a spider.

How ironic.

Your screams and shouts of encouragement were drowned out by the blare from the trumpets and drums which signaled the arrival of the main floats. From the corner of your eye you could see thin tendrils of sliver webs floating through the sky, blocking out the light from street lamps.

Peter was here.

Grinning to yourself, you pushed forward through the crowd chanting Peters name repeatedly. His masked head turned towards the sound of your voice, his hands coming up to signal a wave.

Peter turned away from the crowds, bending down to pick up a bunch of flowers tied with a single red bow. Using his webs, Peter swung towards you, landing infront of you with a slight “oomph.”

Bowing his head slightly, your boyfriend grabbed your hand, raising it to his masked mouth before kissing your knuckles. “M’Lady,” he whispered, replacing his lips with the bouquet of flowers.

“Hey Pete,” you whispered, smile gracing your face, “How long do you have left?”

Peter shook his head, facial expressions unreadable beneath his mask, “Who knows, join me will you?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion but before you could reply Peter had grabbed you by the hand and dragged you into the parade.

A shriek left your lips, the flowers in your hand waving in the wind.

-

Peter had left you standing in the parade crowd, holding a leaflet advertising the wonders of insects club which was held weekly in the town square. You followed behind the float slowly, handing out the leaflets and smiling to the crowd that stood watching.

Every now and again, Peter would peak his head around the side of the float, checking that you were okay. And by the end of the evening, you walked home hand in hand, full of joyous, festive energy.

a/n : it’s just turned 12:00 and merrymass is officially over :((

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peter parker x female reader

summary : peter knocks on your window hurt and bleeding. the only responsible thing to do is comfort him.

warning : injuries, mentions of blood, small amounts of sexual desire which isn’t acted upon.

a/n : this is kinda a recreation of tasm with gwen helping peter but you can imagine this scenario with tom hollands spider-man too if you prefer.

The light from your laptop illuminated the shadows of your face as you turned up the brightness, eyes squinting ever so slightly as you begun to adjust to your darkening room. The inked words which were on the screen merged together, hazy lines lined in dark bold font taunting your tired brain as you tried to write the biology paper which was due in for tomorrow.  Typical.

Your hair was tied up haphazardly in a loose bun, stray strands of fine hair framing your face with delicacy. Your favourite pyjamas clung to your body as you adjusted yourself further into your chair distracting you from the pending dots on your computer.

You leant back in your seat, eyes following the cracks in the walls and ceiling, a frown pulling at your face as a groan escaped your lips. A faint noise disturbed your peaceful evening, the knocking of a window causing you to swivel around in your chair.

Peter Parker, your boyfriend of two years, was knelt against the glass of your window, his breaths coming out in short quick pants - the window fogging up with condensation.

You scrambled over to the window, hands nervously fumbling with the lock - eyes scanning over your boyfriends pale complexion. His hands grabbed onto yours as you began to lift up the window, a smile dawning his face as he watched you struggle.

Lifting it with ease, Peter stumbled inside, his hands landing on your waist as his balance gave way. "Hi," he mumbled softly, a wince displayed on his face - a permanent reminder of his pain.

"What the fuck did you do? Are you okay?" You said, hands guiding him to sit on the chair you were sat on moments before, "Oh Pete, you're bleeding."

Peter suddenly inhaled a sharp breath as your hands began to unzip his Spider-Man costume.

"What are you doing?" he asked nervously, a hand running down his face.

"I'm helping you," you replied, hands running over the jagged skin across his chest. Blood was caked in between the crevices of his chest, the wound deep enough to scar. On his face, lay a cut along his eyebrow, and a lump on his forehead, which would most likely bruise by tomorrow morning.

Grabbing a wet cloth, you gently dabbed at his wound, ignoring the way Peters heart rapidly sped up. "Will this heal okay?" you asked skeptically, your hands smoothing out the skin of his face.

"I hope so," he replied, hands resting over yours, stilling your movement. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and you smiled at him adoringly.

His neck craned forward as he caught your lips in his own, one hand cupping your face with care. You dropped the bloodied cloth, placing a hand on the uninjured part of Peters chest. A sigh left your mouth as you pulled away, "You're hurt Pete, and I have an assignment due tomorrow."

Your boyfriend only hummed, his mouth moving down towards your neck. Your hands ran through his sandy hair, a gasp escaping your throat as Peter gently sucked on a sensitive area of your neck before soothing the sting with his tongue.

You gently banged his shoulder against your own, pulling away from the kiss before things became too heated. "No Peter," you laughed, as you watched his eyes plead with yours, "I'm tired and you need rest, change into your other clothes in the bathroom and then join me to sleep."

Peter nodded as he laughed, hands spinning you around and landing on your ass.

"To just sleep you idiot!!" you called from the bedroom.

-

When Peter joined you in bed, your head found itself on top of his chest,  his arms wrapped around you in pure bliss and contentment. His chest moved in a rhythmic pattern, his breathing consistent and in control.

You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, making the most out of the moment. A sigh left your lips as your eyes closed as you drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in Peters arms.

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harry potter x female reader

summary : you become injured during the battle of hogwarts and your boyfriend thinks you’ve died.

warning: injuries, idea of death, grief

A fiery blast erupted from your lower rib cage, traveling up your arms and body, red hot pain blinding your eyes. Your body was flung against the brick wall behind you, the impact rendering you unconscious and unresponsive. Sweat coated your skin in fine layers of pale sheen, your mind foggy and disorientated.

The wound in your side was breathtakingly painful, dark crimson blood seeping through the white shirt you were wearing. Screams and cries of agony engulfed your ringing ears, the explosions destroying the castle erupting in frenzied bursts of flames and smoke.

Muffled voices brought you out of consciousness, your eyes too tired to open, body too limp to move. Arms wrapped around your legs and shoulders, supporting your head that lay against the shoulder of a stranger. A searing pain caressed your stomach, sobs leaving your mouth in a plea of desperation.

You felt the ground rock beneath your feet, the persons footsteps increasing in speed. After what felt like hours, your body was gently placed onto a hard surface, your arms going limp between your sides.

The smell of antibiotics greeted your nose and tears left your eyes as your wound was addressed with a bandage and alcohol swabs. Your eyes began to drift closed, and you allowed your body to drift into a dreamless sleep away from the pain and carnage that lay outside of the hospital wing.

-

Harry was frantic.

The war had ended moments prior and although he would usually bask in the glory of attention, Harry was searching for his girlfriend. The ruins of tower turrets lay scattered across the castle grounds, blood seeping into the soil, staining the ground a ruby red. His hands were pushing past people, no respect for the celebrating witches and wizards as his eyes scanned the gathering crowds.

His hair lay matted to his forehead, circle glasses slipping down his nose in frustrated panic. Harry’s footsteps ceased into a quiet shuffle as he entered the hospital wing, breath hitching in his chest at the sight before him.

You lay peacefully on one of the hospital beds close to the entrance to the hospital wing, hair sprawled out across the pillow your head rested on. Your skin was pale and slick with sweat, eyes closed in contentment.

A thick bandage covered the lower half of your stomach, the white compress dirtied with blood and dust from the ceilings.

You weren’t moving.

Harry rushed forward, knees painfully hitting the concrete floor as he grabbed your hand, thumb gently stroking your knuckles in an attempt to wake you up. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he watched your chest stay still, no movement being detected.

Harry’s head fell forward, resting on your shoulder, hand clasped in yours as he wept silently.

Harry’s mind swam with images of you laughing and joking around, memories of you dancing across the common room, swimming in the lake, fighting with Ron over the last brownie. He remembers the sound of your voice, deeper in the mornings and higher after you drink some firewhiskey. He remembers how full his heart had felt when he kissed your lips, the feel of your skin beneath his own.

Harry’s tears became sobs, his grief overwhelming him in a tidal wave of sadness. This was the end for him. The war had ended but this was the price. Was this all worth it?

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The sound of crying brought you around to consciousness, and you immediately recognized the noise as your boyfriends. You had spent many nights comforting him in his dormitory, rubbing his back soothingly beneath his invisibility cloak, when Harry had let loose and expressed his worries.

You tried to move, but couldn’t. The drugs you were given weighed down your body, restricting your movement. A dull ache in your lower rib cage reminded you about what had happened, the memories resurfacing to your brain in flurries of bright light.

Your eyes slowly opened with great difficulty and you were met with the bright light of the ceiling. Fans beside you whirred and groaned in exasperation but you’re attention was turned to the noise on your left. Although you couldn’t move you head, your eyes could see the outline of Harrys body, bent over the side of the bed, hand clasped in your own.

The feeling of guilt and sadness washed over you as you watched your boyfriend break down into hysterics.

With all your might, you forced your fingers to move, slowly. One by one, the muscles in your hands began to awaken, and you squeezed Harrys hand in reassurance.

His head shot up from where he was sat, tears staining his cheeks. He moved at lightning speed, hands cupping your face as he brought your lips to his own, sobbing into the kiss.

Shakily, you brought you hands up to cup his own, a grin blessing your face as Harry peppered your face with joyous kisses.

“I thought you had died,” he whispered, green eyes staring intently into your own.

Your hands pulled Harrys face closer to your own so your foreheads touched delicately, “You really think you could get rid of me that easily Potter?”

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