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EVERYONE, STOP WHAT YOUR DOING AND GO WATCH VIVIENNE MEDRANO'S HAZBIN HOTEL RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

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Peter Parker x Reader (one shot)

Here it is, my very first official fan fiction for my return to writing. It’s the first and I sure as hell hope it’s not the last. I hope you all enjoy, also it’s been a long ass time since I’ve written so I have a message to all readers

Appreciate your fanfic writers, they do so much to write such great stories

This was only the first and I already just feel meh, but I’ll get over it.

Paring: college!Peter Parker x college! Reader

Word count: 930

Warnings: mentions of drinking. Fluff.

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Music blasting, lights flashing and a massive crowd of drunk college students who think they can dance. You and your best friend Peter were never really the type to go out and party, yet somehow (Y/F/N) convinced you two to attend.

Neither of you planned on drinking, yet there you were with your second cup of jungle juice in hand. Peter stopped after his first cup considering he knew he there would be no effect thanks to super metabolism.

Peter and you had talked about each other’s classes and assignments until you had finished your second cup. After that, you were up dancing and having drunken conversation with the rest of the students for the following hour.

Eventually, Peter joins you for a few dances, but it wasn’t to have fun, rather he intended to keep creepy jocks away. Once the dancing got a bit more handsy, Peter took a step back to grab a drink.

During Peter’s time away, he took a bit of extra time to calm his nerves. His best friend. The friend in which he’s developed a crush on since their freshman year of high school was dancing with him not long ago. He knew he shouldn’t read into too much, your drunk and it’s definitely the alcohol you had earlier.

After taking some time to calm down, Peter returned with a cup root beer in hand and returned to his seat before dancing. He scanned the crowd in hopes that you were still dancing and out of anyone’s arms. Soon he felt the seat next to him dip and there you were leaning onto his shoulder with another cup in hand a giggling.

“Peter~... you’re really cute you know t-that…”

If the dancing wasn’t due to the alcohol then that certainly was, and that’s all it took to send him into a small panic. Is she drunk? On god she’s definitely drunk, what am I to do with her.. lost in his own panicked thoughts he didn’t notice you tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.

“Peter.” you called one last time, bringing him back into reality and bringing his attention fully to you.

“Yes (Y/N)? You doing okay?” He politely asks, to which you respond shaking your head softly.

“I want to go home, I’m t-tired…”

“Y-yea, yea. L-lets get you home (Y/N), you’re drunk.” As a frustrated sigh left his lips he picks you up bridal style to avoid any compilations on the way back to your shared apartment.

The night was as just as cold as any other yet at the same time the alcohol that coursing through your veins made it feel as though there was only a light breeze. For a majority of the walk silence had surrounded the both of you with only the occasional sound of a horn honking in the distance. For a drunk student, the loose string of your jumper surprisingly kept your attention as Peter focused on getting you both home.

“Peter… w-when we were dancing, why w-were you giving everyone a dirty look…” you say softly, breaking the comfortable silence time had created.

Peter shifts you in his arms to make sure you were still secure and looked down at you, “Well, I’m not sure if you had noticed or just didn’t mind but all the jocks where being absolute creeps.”

“And I-l like you… so there’s no way I was going to let any of them near you.” He said to himself, barely above a whisper.

Once you two had arrived home, Peter gently set you down on your feet and quickly opens the door to the warm and homey apartment. Assisting you inside he brought you to the couch to sit down before going to get you a glass of water to drink and running to your room to quickly pick out your pajamas.

Upon Peter’s return he saw you finished your glass of water and helped you to your room for you to change into the clothes he had set out on your bed. You were able to get changed by yourself but he did have to step in to help tuck you in. As he turned to be on his way out you grabbed onto his wrist and whimpered softly.

“Please stay” you softly spoke.

“Y-you want me to stay? As in till you fall asleep…?” Peter asks as a blush creeps upon his face.

“No… sleep with me tonight, p-please.” You request once more before scooting over and creating room on your bed for him.

“Okay. If you want me here, then I’ll stay here for you.” Peter hesitantly climbs I beside you and is immediately greeted with you cuddling into his chest, causing his face to become completely hot.

Peter soon heard your muffled voice against him. “What was that (Y/N), I-I couldn’t quite catch that.”

“I love you P-peter… I really do. I h-have since freshman year of h-high…” you repeated as you prop yourself up. With a quickly placed kiss onto his lips, you had once again returned to his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Peter was still in shock until he heard your soft snore indicating to him you had fallen asleep and a smile had spread across his face. As Peter’s eyelids become heavy, he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin onto the top of your head.

“I love you too (Y/N). I love you too…” Peter says before sleep fully washes over and sends him into a peaceful rest.

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Part 2: The Two Siblings

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The children of satan are a hundred years in age apart. Each child being talented, smart, gorgeous and powerful in their own rights.

The eldest, Gehenna is one hundred and eighteen years old, standing at five foot one inch. Skin pale as the moon. Hair that falls right below the shoulder blades. Back as the void of space and dyed a brilliantly deep turquoise, similar to that color of the sea. All in which has been curled at the tips and neatly pulled into a ponytail leaving her bang cut evenly and flat upon her forehead.

Brandon, the younger of the two siblings, towering over Gehenna at 6 foot 7 inches. Skin similarly pale to his sisters. Bleached blond hair which falls gently upon and slightly past his shoulders as the slight show of his natural hair is at his roots. In the middle of his hair is placed neatly placed in the middle causing what would be his bangs to gently fall to the side of his face and curve inward. Both of the siblings wore black gothic clothing that had fit them both based on personality, it didn’ matter if they were in more casual wear or their fancier outfits for special occasions.

Other than their fair skin and sense of style, the two siblings also shared similar pairs or eyes that were a deep crimson. Those who look deep into them say they gained a feeling as though they were drowning into two pool of blood. After that, however, they are as different as night and day.

Gehenna was the gentler of the siblings, all things considering she was kind to those she meet when she wasn’t keeping to herself. Brandon on the other was much harsher, often coming off as cocky and rude unless it was an important matter. Despite their differences, they still manage to get along quite well and often stand up for one another based on the scenarios they tend to find themselves placed in by their status in hell.

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A Hellish Kingdom

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One shots

Peter Parker

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A Hellish Kingdom: Part 1

This is just a random little thing I typed one night after some edgy music. I actually already have full designs in my mind already ready.

I have a Draco Malfoy and Peter Parker x readers on the way so hopefully

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In life, most imaginative worlds are filled with beautiful colors, princess, locked within a tall tower awaiting their knight in shining armor, and then there are the rest who imagine of worlds full of hate and princess who will never obtain their happily ever after.

Hell, for the most part, was a rather peaceful kingdom, but there was one significant trait that remained. The lower the layer, the more traitorous hell becomes. Within the center of all these layers, laid a towering castle that stretched amongst the layers of hell that house the big shot of hell himself. Him and his two children that is.

In this story, however, we won’t be focusing upon that perfect kingdom upon the perfect little hill. No, this story takes place in a world where happiness nearly doesn’t exist, unless your part of the ruling family. A world that we best know as Hell. That’s right, the kingdom that is filled with flames, demons, and the screams of those who have done terrible things in their living life’s. Which is wrong. That’s not what hell is like, for the most part at least.

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