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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Melting At Your Touch - Peter Parker

Summary: Your boyfriend, Peter brings in something special and sensual.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 897

Warnings: main kink: wax play, smut, p in v, oral fem receiving, d/s dynamics, nicknames - peach, grinding, fingering, edging, praise kink, sensual massage, note all characters are 18+ in the fic, MINORS DNI.

A.N: @stevesmewmew here is Mr. Parker for you

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

The scent of amber awakens the senses mixed with a soft lavender. The flickering hue of the candles coat the walls with the same soothing sizzle of the wick as he blows the flame out.

The warm liquid pours on your abdomen before rivulets form heating your skin in the direction of their choosing. A warm hand moves the warm oil in circles gently massaging it into your skin. You whimper when his pelvis rubs against your puffy cunt.

He carefully tweaks a nipple and then pours the wax onto the taut nub, you hiss, then his thumb brushes over, circling around your nipple, your lips part,

“Peter.” You moan as he bites on the other nipple, tugging on it.

“I know Peach, I know.” His tongue swirls around your nipple before he pours more wax each drop heating your skin and sending jolts through you and to your aching, dripping core.

He sets the candle aside, the glass softly scrapes against the bedside table. Both of his hands giving you complete attention, soft, deep, smooth strokes igniting your skin he cups your breasts.

“So fucking beautiful, Peach. I can see you dripping for me. Can almost taste you too.” Peter hums pleased with your body’s response, hands move over your side around your hips, he lights the candle again to melt more wax.

His hold returns to your hips, lifting and holding you flush against his hips, hard covered cock rubbing against your folds you cry out for him.

Peter chuckles, head dipping to capture your lips in a heady kiss, hands lower your hips down and his right hand slides up your side, moving under you, over your back, you moan into the kiss as he massages the still tender spot from his earlier teasing touches.

The slickness between your folds beckoning him closer. You whined for him but Peter doesn’t relent.

He breaks the kiss to check on the candle pleased with the amount of liquid accumulated. Lips trail your neck, your fingers tug on his hair.

“Peter, need you.” You whisper, he nips at the flesh under your earlobe.

“I need you too, Peach, just a while more.” He cautions, parting from your skin.

The candle wick blown out, your limbs shake when the liquid comes into contact with your inner thighs, his palm slides toward where you need him but he stops, repeating the action on the same side.

Then the trail of liquid is on your shins and around your ankles. He sets the candle down again. Slow, languid, circles from your calf to the back of your thighs.

You sigh, then Peter’s lips suck upon your clit you cry out, he smirks.

“So fucking sweet, fuck the scent just enhances yours Peach, want to be marked by you, claimed by you.” He says, lapping at your folds as if a starved man.

Your fingers find his brown locks, tugging and drawing him close, his name a prayer falling from your tongue.

The embers of pleasure begin to climb up your spine, toes curling, Peter growls hands around your hips drawing you closer, nose brushing over your clit. You cry out as the pleasure overtakes your body.

Head thrown back in ecstasy as Peter has you fall apart for him. He moans as you coat his tongue, lips and face, his ministrations don’t stop, you begin to feel the tendrils again.

“Peter, Peter, Peter,” Your mouth goes slack then you whine but immediately moan as he slides home into you, groaning at the way your cunt squeezes his cock.

“Fuck, Peach, you feel so fucking good. Such a good girl for me, so pretty, so perfect.” He begins to thrust, your hands find his shoulder and back, nails digging in, Peter shifts closer, your hips raised legs wrapped around his waist.

Moans intertwined, momentarily he stops again, flipping you over, the angle has you feel him deeper and hit the spot that has you seeing stars and crying out for him, he raises you up.

Not slowing his thrusts, one hand playing with your clit and the other twisting your nipple, your orgasm crashes into you, squeezing his cock with your spasming walls. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, moving to his hair as you moan at his words,

“That’s it Peach, can feel me everywhere can’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll fill all your pretty little holes tonight.” He promises.

“One more peach one fucking more.” He roars, greedy to have you fall apart once more, to have you mark his cock before he claims your cunt.

His fingers move with precision and speed, you come undone as the sensations have your jaw slack, he thrusts once, twice, biting down on your shoulders as his hips stutter spilling his warm seed into you.

Your eyes droop, breathing hard as you return to his gentle touches and encouraging words.

“Here with me Peach?” He questions, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when your hoarse voice verbalises, yes.

He slowly retreats from you, pulling you against his chest holding the water for you.

“That felt, good.” You admit, he grins.

“Now will you let me take over candle shopping time to time?” He teases, you hide your face in his neck.

“How many more scents are there?” You ask.

Peter smirks, “Five more, we’ve got time to try all, my sweet Peach.”

-x-

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neurotypical-sonic · 2 months

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mcu/tom holland is to spiderman as what paramount/ben schwartz is to sonic

#egg.txt #sonic #scu #spiderman #im a mcu hater sorry <3

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iwozlegit · 3 days

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|| 🍍• Hear me out…imma call it…

You know how Jason Griffith was back in the studio in January, and David Humphrey looked to also be in the studio recently with a Shadow the Hedgehog picture??

Imma call it…

We’re getting this scene in Sonic 3

Think about it

#ℰ𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃: 𝒢ℴ𝓉𝓉𝒶 𝑔ℴ 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉~! 🦔💙#|| headcanons •#like it worked for Spiderman with all 3 right??#this will never happen but one can hope #sonic 3 #sonic cinematic universe #scu #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #jason griffith #david humphrey #sonic adventure 2 #@iwozlegit

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shitpostsoup · 1 year

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Robot man would fucking hate Iron man, no one can convince me otherwise.

Iron man mentors spiderman whos knows superman, whos in the justice league. Young justice has Robin, robins also part of the teen titans with cyborg. Cyborg was a part of doom patrol for a bit. Hence, they're in the same universe.

Doom manor is in Ohio where stark tower is in new york so luckily Jane won't have to deal with Cliffs complaining that often.

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nights-nonsensical-ramblings · 2 years

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lmao you reblogging heckingconfusedparade's scu+x fic while having your own made me picture the spiderman meme (the one where theyre pointing at each other)

Heh hehe, It just has so much potential. Writers can do so much with the concept.

#night's asks

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thinkingaboutirlstreams · 2 years

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i need scu!tommy to meet c!wilbur and c!dream now also

c!wilbur: *unhinged emotional manipulator*

c!dream: *god complex*

scu!Tommy: *god complex and unhinged emotional manipulator*

imagine the spiderman meme cuz they’re all villains

c!dream and c!wilbur would probably be real cocky and patronizing to the zombie child only to get uno reverse

im still not over the “they’re all i have :’(“ “except for my good friend the ripper >:D”

and the bridge shouting scene that was so cool when he said “what is this? a 100 days challenge? it’s pathetic”

and when at the beginning “i’m speaking to them don’t worry :)”

#no but mr charlie you really knew what you were doing with that video now im obsessed with it #tommyinnit #dream smp #dsmp #wilbur soot #nice arts #mcyt #dreamwastaken #scu!tommy #c!wilbur #c!dream #slimecicle #context: we spent 100 days in a hardcore minecraft apocalypse #charlie slimecicle #scu #slimecicle cinematic universe

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n-ugg · 2 years

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Hi. I am unable to draw due to personal reasons and there being a lot of things

But I have a Slimecicle spiderman au ideas all thanks to @frostycola so blame them for my ramblings. Most of this is mostly the council since I love them and would like more content of all four. Its also like 12 am and I am very sleep deprived so sorry if I dont make sense

I really want Grizz and Bizly to have some sort of hero persona that will fit with Charlie/Slimecicle. But I admittedly dont really have many ideas for them but I am open to suggestions. Just need a bit of brain juice

So I have had a massive thing where Condi would be Green Goblin. I am mostly blaming the possible mad scientist arc for the new SCU video. With him just being a 'side' character of helping out his friends with them managing their hero lives and getting some sort of info of all of their bad guys.

While they're fighting, he does his own research on how they have gotten their powers. Slowly getting obsessed with it as the three leave him for their own responsibilities. Which he understands but would rather join the group of being on the side of everything

One night, Condi has stayed up and figured out a way to turn their abilities into a serum. he smiles to himself as he raises the glass up. He lets out a small shakey breath before downing it. The liquid burns his throat and he hunches over, feeling the slight burning pass by his chest and sit in his stomach.

He looks up at the empty vile and smiles a bit. The pain must mean its working, right? He can finally join them? Condi straightens his posture and leans against the table. He messes with the glass vile in his hand as he plans to make more

_______

Another scene that I have is Charlie swinging through the streets. He is desperately trying to chase after the new bad guy on the block. He is trying to reach Condi on their line for some sort of information that they need but just keep getting sent to a voicemail.

The chase continues, with Charlie trying to evade the bombs being sent his way and catching a ride on the hover board. Charlie jumps off and pulls the board back, forcing the rider to fall off.

They laugh it off as they get up from the ground and taunts Charlie. Claiming that the board is an easy fix, they dont need the skies to continue their plan. Charlie is off put by them not having the usual reaction, his mouth goes dry with being unable to think if a quip.

The person laughs once again and comments on Charlie not speaking. Then throwing one of the bombs at him. Charlie was quick enough with his reflexes and grabs the bomb and slams it on the ground of the middle of them. Theres a small pause as they two make eye contact.

The person covers their face at the explosion, Charlie takes the small time of them not paying as much attention to launch himself at them. Kicking them in the face.

The person startles back and Charlie goes to grab their shirt to bring them closer. He freezes up when the laugh just continues. With half of the mask revealing a familiar friend

Charlie freezes and he manages to choke out. "Co-...Condi?"

#spiderslime au #Slimecicle #condifiction #other two are mentioned but I want ideas #bizly #grizzlyplays #scu #this is basically the joker-fication of Condi Condifiction #i will be explaining how the green gobby serum works when I start making mini drawings of the au #i am excited for whenever Im able to actually work on these #slimecicle cinematic universe

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nessauepa · 4 years

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Hello, I hope you're feeling good. I have 1 or 2 questions. Could you share with us your favorite gif (only one) from wtfock s3 ? And your favorite gif from the whole skam universe (og + remakes, any seasons). You can ignore if you do not want to do it. Thank You

You are so nice though so implacable ("just one gif").

I'm good, cutie. And I loved your question.

Here is my fav wtfock s3 gif:

From all the SCU (Skam Cinematic Universe), I would have to choose skam og s3, that is my favorite season. But this is haaaaaard.

I will choose this one because this is a legendary scene. Two boys in soft hoodies being soft to each other, spiderman kissing? Jesus t-shirt. I think this is the most emblematic scene from s3 og.

#wtfock #robbe x sander #rosander #sobbe #skam #evak #what would be your choices anon?

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Peter Parker Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Peter Parker Masterlist, anything and everything Peter is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @silkholland

Contains Smut **

One Shots

Could I Find Homeland In You? (TASM!Peter) (requested)

Melting At Your Touch **

Multi-Part Fics:

Peter Parker At Hogwarts AU

To End Up With You - Hogwarts AU - TASM!Peter Parker (Requested)

Peter Parker and The Lost Niffler - Hogwarts AU - Peter Parker (Requested)

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)

Summary: based on the following nonnie's lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope... loads of fluff?

hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.

Word Count: 5046

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist // My AO3

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Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.

Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.

It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.

It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.

He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.

You just wish he would look at you that way.

Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.

“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.

Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.

You shake out of the memory looking at your group,

“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.

Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.

Trevor from your group walks by,

“Hey Trevor where is, Y/N?” Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he promised to come find you for the weekly ice cream date, he looks at his watch, shit, he’s late.

“She left while ago, had a few things left to be discussed, said something about being sick or tired?” Trevor shrugs waving and leaving. Peter feels worry seep in, you were fine this morning?

“Do you want to help with the placement interview later at home?” Gwen smiles up at him, Peter’s gaze softens.

“Um, tomorrow? I have something—someone I need to get back to.” Peter returns her smile, Gwen nods, packing her things and he takes off in search for you.

Peter’s search over campus fails to locate you. He heads to the ice-cream parlour. You’re not there either, he frowns.

Your phone rings but you avoid it, ending the group meet earlier did little to stop your aching heart. Stupid crush on a stupid childhood best friend.

You groan as the phone rings yet again, Peter’s goofy grin takes up the screen.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled answering.

“Y/N where are you? You weren’t even at our ice cream parlour! Are you okay? Trevor said that you’re sick, do I bring in some chicken noodle soup—,” Peter continues rambling as you sigh.

“I’m fine, you seemed too busy for ice cream so,”

“What no? I wasn’t busy.” He defends, you can hear shuffling on his end.

“When did you check your watch?” You ask, knowing his habit.

“Y/N,” He bites his lip, walking up the steps to your dorm.

“You checked it late, so yes, you were busy, with,” You take a deep steadying breath, “with whatever. Peter, just I have papers due. Bye.” You cut the call burying your head into your pillow and groaning, tears sting your eyes. You need to get over this stupid crush on your best friend.

Peter sighs, halting outside your door, balancing the tubs of ice cream and he knocks. His heightened sense picks up your footsteps, he hears the soft placement of your palms on the door frame. As you’re peering through the peephole to check who it is. Even though you know it is him.

You contemplate, but you know he knows you’re standing at the door. The stupid image of him and Gwen won’t leave your mind. He has been spending a lot more time with her.

Peter is grinning, waiting for you outside.

You deadbolt the door.

Peter’s stomach lurches, a crack encasing itself upon his heart.

“Y/N?” His voice barely a whisper, “Why?” The pain permeates the wooden door, onto your own heart.

“Y/N open up.” Peter incessantly knocks at your door.

“Go away.” You say softly through the broken sobs.

“I won’t leave till you open up.”

Peter slides down the door, back touching the door. Heightened sense picking up on the silent sniffles you try stifling.

he smiles as the idea pops up in his mind,

Peter kneels, palms pressed to your door.

He takes a deep breath, “If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I’ll sail the world to find you,” He pauses singing, you don’t sniffle, the soft rustling of your sheets tell him you turned.

He bites his grin back, “If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,I’ll be the light to guide you,”

Peter stands up, drumming his fingers on your door to the rhythm of the song.

“We'll find out what we're made of, When we are called to help our friends in need. You can count on me like one, two, three,

I’ll be there,

And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two,

And you'll be there,”

He hears the padding of your feet, you undo the lock.

Neither of you make a move to open the door.

“'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah” You hesitantly sing, blinking through the tears, opening the door, Peter engulfs you in a warm hug.

And twirls you around, as he hums the tune, both of you singing the song in silly voices now.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you unlock the door.

Peter blinks seeing the door crack open. He steps in, finding you looking down.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“You don’t even know what to apologise for.” You keep tracing the wooden pattern of the floor with your eyes.

Please look at me, he wishes to say.

“I got ice cream.” He tells you instead.

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Whats wrong?” He steps closer and you step back, Peter feels the ache return.

“Y/N, talk to me please.” He begs, making you look at him, his eyes are glassy.

You decide to tell him, bare your heart, uncaring if he stomps on it.

When you open your mouth to speak, a cacophony of sirens graces the silence that you were to fill.

Peter looks distraught, he wants to be there for you, hear you out, but his sense is tingling. You can see it on his face.

“Go.” You gesture with your hand to the window.

“No, you need me.” Peter decides.

“You will guilty if you do not help, Peter just leave.” You press on.

“Y/N, I,” Peter grabs your shoulders, a helicopter whirls past.

“Peter go.” You push away his hands, he sets the bags he carried down, undoing his shirt to reveal the familiar blue and red outfit.

“I’ll be back soon.” He promises as he leaps out of your window, swinging away with precision.

You put the ice creams in the freezer, returning to the bed to sulk again.

———————

He didn’t return that night, shooting you a text at 3 a.m. that he went back home. It was code for I’m injured and will not subject you to see that aspect of this job.

So you throw your sour mood aside, bounding up the steps to Aunt May’s house, to smack some more sense into Peter about his disregard towards life in general.

May greets you with a smile, “Breakfast? I’m making waffles.”

“Thank you, Aunt May.” You nod eagerly, then make your way up the stairs to Peter’s room.

“Hey Peter, so should I lecture you in Spanish since English does not seem to work—oh,” You pause, seeing him on a Skype call with Gwen.

“Hi, Y/N!” She waves, her lab-coat on, so you know she’s at Oscorp.

“Hey.” You respond, the sour mood you pushed away trickling back in.

“Hey, Peach.” Peter grins, his voice wavers, you can see the pink lines of the almost healed wounds across his face and arm.

“Um, Peter… I need to head back, could you, wrap it up?” Gwen’s eyes flicker to you.

“Wrap what up?” You look between the two, you catch the tensing of his shoulders.

“Peach we need to discuss about the yearbook.” He turns to look at you.

“Is the yearbook more important than the internship at Oscorp?” You try to make it sound like a joke, Peter narrows his eyes.

“That is just uncalled for, Y/N you need to apologise.” He looks back at Gwen who seems startled at his colder tone.

“Excuse me?” You ask, looking between the two.

“It really wasn’t rude, Peter—,” Gwen stops when he holds his hand up.

“It was.” Peter looks back at Y/N, expectantly.

“I’m not apologising.” You cross your arms across your chest.

“You were rude.” Peter states, scoffing at your reluctance.

“You know what, just continue the fuck you were doing, and next time make it more fucking believable than yearbook shit, incase you forgot, I’m on the committee and we sent the final draft in last night.” You turn, to walk out.

Peter turns to face Gwen sighing making no attempt to stop you. You make it to the doorway, when your blood turns into frigid tendrils of ice,

“Does she know you’re a certain Spider enthusiast? I was worried when you stepped in injured last night!” Gwen’s voice cuts as though glass through your heart.

Peter swivels in his chair as he hears your shoes squeak on the wood.

“Oh god, shit, I’m so sorry Peter—,” Gwen disconnects the call fearing the damage done.

“So she uses the nickname I gave?” You nod, a bitter laugh bubbling through you.

“She found out, I didn’t tell her like I told you, Peach please—,”

“Just stop it, you’re obviously so in love with her, you want to spend all your time with her. So, it is safe to say that why wouldn’t you trust her to mend your wounds? Or to strategise with you? Know what? I am sorry, I’m sorry for interrupting your date. I’m sorry for thinking that I’m the only one you could trust with this, so much for not wanting to tell anyone so as to not risk them right?” You begin to move away.

“Peach, please listen to me,” Peter grabs your upper arm, as if the physical contact would make you listen.

“No.” You warn, pulling away but his palm is stuck to your sweater.

“Now you have to listen,” He attempts to make a joke.

“I don’t have to listen to your bullshit, Parker.” You set your bag down, pulling the sweater swiftly off of your body, leaving you in the thin material full sleeve crewneck.

“The weather is cold.” Peter reasons.

“No, what is cold is you icing me out, for weeks, if you wanted to spend all your time with Gwen, you could have told me, I would have backed off, not that you could understand anyways. She can be your best-friend and girlfriend.” You grab your bag, he webs it into his free hand.

“Understand what?” Peter feels frustration coursing through him, this conversation is what he wanted to have in a quiet and safe space with you. Not like this, not with your turning away from him.

“I’m done wasting my time.” You run down the steps before he can make sense of your words, calling out a frantic goodbye to May, you half run home.

Peter runs after you, but you’re lost in the crowd, “Fuck.”

“May, I’m going behind, Y/N.” He calls out bounding up to his room, your sweater finally unsticking from his hand. He quickly puts your bag pack on his shoulders as he swings out of his window.

He stops on the fire escape outside your window, your curtains are drawn but he can hear your sniffles. Peter swallows the lump that is caught in his throat.

You look at the picture of the two of you framed on the desk, from the day of the high school graduation, you’re smiling at the camera but Peter smiles at you.

Peter hears the crash of glass and then the door of your bathroom, he quietly enters your dorm, the picture frame now on the floor, he takes off his mask. Carefully picking it up and clearing it of the broken pieces.

“Alright you two, come on, smile!” Aunt May cheers as she takes a picture, you grin at the camera, not noticing Peter smiling down at you.

“We did it Peach!” Peter ruffles your meticulously styled hair, you grab his hand.

“Peter, this took two hours!” You whack his hand away.

“Ow!” He feigns being hurt.

You roll your eyes, “So a freight truck hits you and you’re fine but if I hut you it hurts. Noted. Spider Enthusiast has several issues with pain perception.” You whisper to him.

Peter laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. Just the way you’ve come to adore.

“So where are you two off to celebrate graduating?” Your aunt questions as she and your uncle walk up to you both.

“Just Harry’s party,” Peter answers offering them a smile.

Your uncle shakes his hand and pats his back. “Proud of you son. Proud of the two of you, can’t wait to see how you both taken college by storm.”

Peter’s eyes cloud with unshed tears, at your uncle’s gesture.

Your aunt and aunt May hug you,

“God, just a little baby and now all grown up.” Aunty May squeezes your cheek like always.

You smile at them.

“Your parents would be proud of you.” You aunt says, tucking your stray lock of hair back.

You find Peter’s encouraging gaze, he gives you a knowing smile. The topic of your parents was one that you only discussed with him, you both met at the funeral held for them, being neighbours your friendship blossoming in finding comfort within each other.

“I think yeah, they would have.” you hesitantly agree, not having the best relationship with them.

Peter walks towards you, grabbing your hand, you give the intertwined limbs a squeeze. A silent thank you.

He squeezes back.

Peter gathers the broken glass in a web, putting in in a discarded box, placing it in the garbage.

He places your bag down on the bed, writing a note,

‘Peach,

I’m really sorry, there is this thing that involves that company, you know I want you as far from all of this, hell I want everyone close to me safe.

I’m an idiot, ice cream today? My treat.

Please give me the chance to explain.

Peter.’

He hears the bathroom door and he swiftly slips out, wearing his mask standing on the fire escape again.

You sniffle, wiping your eyes again. Your expression furrowing when you see the glass missing and the frame back in place on your desk.

You look around, inspecting the room, your bag there with a note.

Reading over you, clench your jaw.

“Chance to explain?” You scoff, “What is he going to say that I don’t already know? Oh I took Gwen to this cute spot at the park so I got late, oh Gwen and I were planning to taken down the company she works at because the boss is actually a weird fucking goblin.”

Peter’s head snaps to your voice in confusion, he knows you are rambling and ranting but the fact that you said goblin is just bafflingly astute. He lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Chance to explain my foot.” He hears the paper crumple then the ball of it bounce twice before he hears you lay on your bed.

He places his hand on the window glass, heart aching to reach out to you. He knows you need space to think through before he can speak to you.

Things slow down around Peter, New York City almost standing still, he shifts his gaze all along the horizon, his head snaps upwards.

Peter crawls the wall, shooting a web to the Goblin’s hover board passing from above and the other web catching his little bomb and sticking it onto the board.

The Goblin looks down at the source of rapid beeping, then Peter waves from underneath, “Hey, remember me?”

Before the final beep Peter pushes off before the blast occurs, throwing the Goblin off course.

———————

Peter leans back into the booth at the diner Gwen had taken him to on the night he accidentally revealed his identity.

It had been about two weeks since you both had spoken coherently. You were ignoring him, buried yourself in coursework. He couldn’t hold that against you.

Peter picks at the plate of pancakes, maybe he could hold it against you.

Gwen has reached out to you and much to his dismay, the two of you had cleared the air, she even teased him (at your request) saying there was an initiation ceremony to be inducted into the super secret ‘Spiderman Personal Identity Defender Expert’s Regulation.’ Or S.P.I.D.E.R.

If he wasn’t so worried he would laugh at the name you came up with.

“We need a guild or group.” You say, you’re upside down on the couch. Looking up at Peter who is currently on the ceiling.

“For what?” He questions, fixing the loose screws of the lamp.

“You know for like our team.” You straighten up as he jumps down without a thud.

“Our team?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes cause being a hero isn’t a one person job. You need research assistants, intel gathering interns, hackers, maybe a security detail, ohhh maybe cool weapons or sniper web shooters.” You grin at the prospects.

Peter adores your enthusiasm and the plethora of good ideas you’re giving, his smile falters as reality kicks in and dread trickles down his spine,

“Woah, Woah, let us not get ahead of ourselves? I told you only because I trust you. The less people know the better.” He explains taking a seat.

“They won’t know who you are? Only I will.” You shrug.

“Right. They’ll be in danger.” He tries making you understand.

“Okay so why don’t I be there to help?” You look hopeful, you only suggest because it would help dissipate the anxiety that bubbles through you about his safety. The first time you saw him bleeding, battered and bruised, it scared the life out of you.

“Peach,” Peter sits in front of you, hands on your knees, “You have college ahead of you—,”

“You do too.” You cut him off.

“Yes well, I don’t have extra curricular activities lined up because of being well a menace to the city.” He scrunches his nose at the line.

You giggle, cupping his cheek, heat blooms within you as his eyes are on you.

“Look Peter, I know I have things lined up, so do you. It would ease my worry and help you do your work.” You hope he understands.

He holds your hand under his, still against his cheek.

“I’ve lost several people, I don’t want you to be one of them. Please just be Peter’s Peach. Not Spiderman’s right hand who he would die without.” He chuckles.

“You still would die without my minimal involvement.” You deadpan.

“And for your continued graciousness, Spiderman is at your eternal handyman service.” He grins and you laugh.

Gwen smiles as she settles into the booth,

“What did you want to talk about?” She looks at Peter curiously.

He looks up, offering her a smile, nervousness courses through him. You would have teased him for being this nervous. Usually he is the smooth talker between the two of you. He smiles at the thought of you trying to make him confident to broach this subject.

“I,” He lets out a breath, “I wanted to know if you would,” He stops again, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders.

“Gwen Stacy,” He begins,

“Peter Parker,” She laughs, he chuckles.

“I well, I have liked you since a while and I was wondering if you would like to go out with me.” He says it in sort of a rush and when he looks at Gwen, really looks at her he pales.

“Oh Peter, I’m,“ Gwen looks around struggling for the words, “I don’t feel the same. I see you as a friend really. Honestly I thought you and Y/N have something brewing…” She trails off nervously toying with her coffee mug.

“Why, why would you think that?” The rejection doesn’t hit him as hard as he thinks it would. He takes in Gwen’s words as they reverberate through his mind.

“Well you both honestly move around each other like magnets?” Gwen nervously laughs, “You both have this dopey happy grin on your faces, when you speak of each other.”

Gwen thinks over the other observations she has collected over the eight to nine months you all have been introduced to each other.

“You search her out all ways.” Gwen says softly, a smile on her face.

“I, I, don’t—,” Peter stops, did he do that?

“You do, on campus, off campus. You look around and when you see her you just have this look on your face. Full of admiration and love? I don’t know I see that she feels deeply for you and I think that happened even before you became you know,” She gestures towards him, “A Spider Enthusiast.”

“Not one picture are you looking at the camera.” Aunt May huffs at Peter, but smiles knowing who his eyes are upon.

“What, no, there must be one.” Peter grabs the printed photos sifting through them.

“See here!” He says after a few minutes of searching.

“Your eyes are to the side, Peter…” Aunt May runs her hand through his hair,

“Oh, yeah, Y/N was speaking to Flash.” He explains.

“It is nice that you look out for her. Do you think there could be more to it?” She doesn’t mean to pry but watching the two of you be there for each other from the death of your parents to the death of Uncle Ben.

Hell he even fought for you to remain in the city so you wouldn’t be whisked away to San Diego with your Aunt and Uncle.

“No, May, I don’t think so…” Peter sounds unsure, it would be great but he knows you would never feel that way.

Peter checks into reality, his eyes scan over the diner, then land on Gwen.

He does not utter a word he doesn’t need to, Gwen offers an encouraging smile.

“That is what you do, subconsciously look for her.”

“Do you, do you think she will forgive me?” Peter toys with the tissue paper dispenser.

“I think she will hear you out.” She answers.

“What if, what if she doesn’t want to be with me?”

“Then you can try to mend your friendship.” Gwen shrugs, setting the mug down.

“Look Peter, you’re just now realising that you have more than a best-friend’s worth of feelings for her. Even if she does reciprocate the feelings you will have to go on dates, try dating.” Gwen has a fond smile on her lips.

“You sound like you know what it is like?” Peter wonders if she had someone like that, before college.

“I did, he and I were best-friends in high school and one day just,” Gwen loses words, still smiling at the memories.

“Is he still? I mean I’m asking because I don’t want to be disrespectful and I didn’t know.” He begins to ramble.

“Oh god, no uh, he and I decided to part ways he wanted to go to the UK and I wanted to stay here. I’m sorry if I sort of lead you on…” Gwen rubs the back of her neck the conversation treading towards awkwardness.

“I’m sorry for misinterpreting and just you know…” Peter trails off.

“Friends?” He asks, offering a handshake.

“Oh yeah totally, but I think being in S.P.I.D.E.R. makes me an employee? So you know boss and employee friendships, bad idea.” Gwen laughs and for a minute Peter is confused before he grins.

“Go to her, she might either be at Flash’s party, or the library.”

“How—How do you know?” Peter looks taken aback.

“Well I sort of thought I would be playing messenger but seems like I’m playing cupid.” Gwen shrugs.

“Thank you.” Peter smiles as he rises from his seat.

“Anytime, send me a cute couple selfie!” Gwen calls out but he’s out before she can complete the sentence.

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Peter tries calling you but it goes to voicemail. You aren’t at the library nor are you at Flash’s party.

He sighs feeling defeated when your home turns out to be empty as well.

Begrudgingly he walks back home, Aunt May greets him at the door.

“Is everything okay?” She wonders as he steps in seemingly defeated.

“No.” He wraps his arms around her.

“Oh Petey, what’s wrong? Did Gwen say no?” She runs her hand through his hair, the gesture a reminiscent of comfort.

“I, I’ve been in love with Y/N. All this time, Gwen made me realise that, she says I look out for her where ever I am, and I do that. It gives me comfort she is near me. May, I’ve I’ve thought about it, but I didn’t think she would feel the same ever.” Peter explains.

“Did you ever ask her how she feels?” May pulls away from the hug, cupping his cheek, he shakes his head.

“I think I’ve been too scared to lose her.” He admits.

“Why are you hanging out with him?” Peter questions your hanging out with Flash after your weekly ice cream date.

“We’re in the same project group and I would like an ‘A’.” You shrug, “Why?”

“Do you like him?” Peter asks and you scoff.

“Peter what are you trying to get at?” You stop walking.

“Just if you have a crush on him.” Peter tries appearing unbothered though it does bother him.

“I don’t like him. It is cute you’re jealous though.” You giggle, poking his nose.

“I’m not jealous.” He narrows his eyes.

“Okay,” You say and his tensed shoulders relax, “Whatever you say you lil jealous baby.”

You run off as he chases after you laughing till you tumble through May’s front door.

“Would you tell her how you feel?” She smiles at him.

“I would.” He admits, smiling, feeling no ounce of nervousness in his feelings for you.

“Go on she’s upstairs.” May pats his back, “Go be with her.”

Her encouragement is all he needs, as he takes two steps at a time to reach his room.

You drop the book you were reading at his frantic entry in the room.

“Are you okay?” You eye him up to down worried, “Did Gwen say no?” You wonder as May told you what his plan was, she could see the turmoil in your eyes.

“No.” Peter steps towards you.

Your heart drops, “Oh, well congratulations I guess—,”

His lips taste like mint and honey, your eyes widen then close.

Peter Parker is kissing you, Peter Parker is kissing you, your mind screams.

You abruptly pull away. His woodsy scent still lingering in your senses.

“What—, Peter, you just said she—,”

“No, she said no and she made me realise something that I’d been ignoring.” Peter knees now eye level with you, his hands resting on your knees.

“I’m highly confused.” You admit.

“Y/N, I’ve been stupid,”

“I agree to that.” You giggle.

Peter looks at you,

“Continue.” You pretend to zip your mouth.

He takes a deep breath,

“I’ve been stupid, I had who I wanted in front of me, I see you out in every place I am, hell even if we are together you’re all I want to see, I get jealous when another guy has your attention. I want it to be me, I want to, I want to be your date. Well several dates then ask you to be my girlfriend. I’d take you to out ice cream parlour and write it on the cup like I asked you to be my best friend.”

Your sniffle stops his ramble.

“I, do you, do you?” Peter questions.

“Peter are you saying this because Gwen said no and you’re settling?”

His features soften, “Peach, I’ve been incredibly stupid to not act on the feeling that I had before, Gwen told me she thought we were a couple, or something was going on, hell May asked me after graduation.”

“You’re sure? Cause I can’t take another heartbreak from you.” You admit, playing with the sleeve of his jacket which rests on your knee.

“Let me take you out on a date to show you how serious I am.” He cups your face.

You hold onto his forearms.

“Okay.” You say quietly, Peter’s smile shines brightly.

“I’m going to take you on the best date ever.” He promises.

Your gaze falls onto his lips, he bites his bottom lip.

“Can-Will you kiss me again?” You ask, blushing.

“As many times as you want, my Peach.” He smiles, leaning in.

Peter’s lips feel perfect against yours his scent envelops you, the mint and honey taste sweetly addictive.

Peter, shifts closer, your lips some how taste akin to peaches. He smiles in the kiss.

He feels as though he is holding his homeland between his hands.

The person who he could belong to, be with, with whom he would fall in love.

Your hands inch towards his hair, you both only break apart for a moment, before his kiss bitten lips brush against your nose, your blush intensified.

“Can’t wait to be yours Peach, you’re my homeland, seek you out wherever I can.” He whispers against your lips, as he pulls you in for another kiss.

-x-

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Hii

So I am a big fan of your writing and the crossovers you do between different universes.

With NWH coming out I have been having a bit of an Andrew phase recently and I was hoping if you could do an Slytherin Andrew's Spider-man x Slytherin fem!reader loads of fluff and sneaking around and teasing each other being competitive in class but also being each other's #1 support system.

To End Up With You - TASM!Peter Parker (Hogwarts AU)

Summary: based on the above prompt.

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader, Andrew!Peter x Reader, Both are Slytherins, Slytherin!Peter Parker x Slytherin!Reader

AN: Hi @stevesmewmew , thank you for this sweet request, I apologise for the delay, this is my first time for writing Peter Parker, so I needed time to make this good, I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for the kind words!

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: FLUFF TOWN, angst? (tad bit)

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You don’t recall when the competition began during year one at Hogwarts. You just know Peter Parker was trying to be a showoff in Charms right after Professor Flitwick praised your skill.

So it wasn’t your intent as your jaw set hard and Peter Parker gave you a wink as the limelight shifted onto him from you.

“Alright everyone attention please, let us try making multiple objects float, one by one and then together, Mr. Parker and Ms. Y/L/N to the front if you would be kind.” Professor Flitwick set down a feather, a handkerchief and a sickle.

Peter offers you a smile as you both stand on opposite sides of the table.

“Ms. Y/L/N you may begin.” The professor stands to the side, everyone’s gaze in on you, you nod, raising your wand.

“Wingardium Leviosa” You speak clearly, raising the feather upward, you concentrate upon the handkerchief as it is raised as well, you smile, applause erupts, your eyes are set on the sickle as it moves, joining the remaining objects and the uproar is louder as you make it all float around the room.

You raise a challenging eyebrow at Peter, he rolls his eyes, “Show off.” He mutters, and you mistakenly, make the sickle knock at his head as you bring the objects to rest at their place.

“Well done! 10 points to Slytherin.” Professor Flitwick grins with a proud gleam and all eyes turn to Peter, you offer a smug grin, “Good Luck.”

Peter shrugs off any nervousness lifting his wand, “Wingardium Leviosa,” He speaks, lifting the sickle first, and you can hear the swoon of a few Slytherin and Hufflepuff girls.

You hold back your eye roll as he manages to lift the handkerchief as well, you notice his brow furrow before it becomes apparent he cannot lift the feather, the applause he receives ceases as it becomes apparent he is unable to complete the task.

“Well done Mr. Parker, keep practicing and I’m sure you will succeed. Homework is to write a 500 word essay on the levitation charms we’ve discussed.” Professor Flitwick then dismisses the class.

You walk upto Peter, “You did well Parker.” You’re bringing out the small box in which you snuck some of the peach cobbler from breakfast, trying to not spill it over.

“Flattery,” Peter looks at the box, “Peach?”

“What it was delicious, my friend knows how to get stuff from the kitchens.” You tell him, grinning.

“And the friend told you not to tell anyone.” You best friend from Hufflepuff chastises you as she heads off to the class with the Ravenclaws.

Peter laughs, you grin in return.

“Well we have History of Magic next.” He reminds you.

“Wanna bet who can hold off sleeping longer?” You hold out your hand,

“You’re on, Peach.” Peter shakes your hand, a wide grin on the Slytherin’s face.

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“Alright you lot, earmuffs on.” Professor Sprout raises her voice as she pulls out the mandrakes, they begin screeching, everyone covers their ears even above the earmuffs.

You glance at Peter, he has a grin on his face, “So fucking cool!” He bellows to the group he’s with and you look at him strangely.

Peter catches your gaze, “What?”

“You find this cool?” You wonder, skeptical.

“I mean, have you ever seen a screaming plant? The only other cool plants back home are Mimosa Pudica or the Venus Fly Trap.” He shrugs like its common knowledge, giddy as he watches the repotting.

“A fly eating plant is cool?” You follow the Professor’s movements trying to remember the steps.

“Well, look there,” he points to a Gryffindor, Flash Thomson, who is screaming because his finger is being bit by the Mandrake, you laugh, watching Peter get this crinkly eyed grin that makes his brown eyes shine beautifully bright.

“Now, whoever repots the most mandrakes, earns points for their house.” Professor Sprout announces after sending Flash to the infirmary, Peter raises an eyebrow at you, grinning.

“You’re on Parker.” You grab the first pot.

“Oh, Peach, you hardly paid attention.” He teases as you both begin the repotting, as correctly and quickly as possible.

“I’m afraid Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Parker gets the 20 points for your house. You didn’t place the soil correctly in one of the pots.” She offers a soft smile to you, then brightens at Peter.

“Thank you, Professor.” He sing songs, giving you a ha, i told you so look.

You offer an eye roll.

“Professor is there anything that can be done for bruised peaches? I know one’s ego just got bruised.” He teases and you will yourself not to throw a pot at him.

“Mr. Parker this is herbology… I don’t cover nectaries.” Professor Sprout turns to another student.

You laugh and Peter chuckles, then you give him an all too familiar look, that has his heart beating a little faster.

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Year Three was difficult to say the least, you sat on the staircase tucked into the corner of the sixth and seventh floor.

Your boggart in Defence Against the Dark Arts was not something as being expelled or a spider, in fact you found spiders adorable creatures.

No but it was a bully of your own home, you froze as you always did in front of them, the Professor stepped in, performing the spell for you.

You did not want to think of anything so you were here, alone. Not crying because the bully doesn’t hold that power over you. You just wished that the Boggart would have picked a smaller fear.

Peter was looking for you, when he saw your expression in class, it reminded him all too well of an etched memory he himself held. You both had decided the funnier Boggart would win in class but all of that went out the window when your eyes glazed over, and your hands twitched beside you.

Peter needed to make sure you were alright.

He sighed in relief as he made out your figure on the steps, your best friend was right about your whereabouts, he was thankful.

Peter stood in front of you and you glanced up at him, pausing your wand twirling.

“This seat taken?” He offers a soft smile. You shrug.

Peter settles down beside you.

“How are you feeling?”

You hold back a fresh wave of sadness, “Peachy.” You reply dryly.

“Nah, my peach she smiles.” He softly brushes his shoulder against yours.

“Your Peach?” You smile at that, he grins.

“Yeah, look, she’s right here.” Peter pokes your cheek, making you smile more.

You rest your head against his shoulder, he moves closer, taking your arm around his, holding your palm.

“Want to talk about it?” He softly says after a long while, basking in your company either way.

“Is it okay, if we do not?” You wonder, you know it is not something you can talk about without crying.

“Anything you want, Peach. I’m here for you, 100%. Scouts Honour.” He places a palm over where his heart is, you smile.

“Thank you.”

Peter offers his shoulder to you, you rest your head against it once more, and you feel him rest his cheek over your head.

He sighs contented, heart thudding, hope building but you don’t know yet.

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“Whats on your mind?” He questions taking a seat beside you during dinner.

It became routine to sit next to one another in most of the lessons or study sessions, you both joined at the hip, either bickering on, or competing with one another, you were in year five.

Most of Slytherin’s points were either taken or awarded due to the two of you.

“Lets sneak into the chamber?” You offer your invitation.

“The chamber where an old skeleton of a basilisk is?” He raises an eyebrow quizzically.

“Yeah a bunch of us are planning on going? Scared Parker?”

“I’m intrigued to know if you will pull it off Peach? Also how do you plan on dodging prefects?”

“I have a prefect to help.” You grin, Peter’s eyebrows furrow.

“Who?” He tries remembering if your best friend got a badge this year.

“Loki is, he’s on rounds in that area, struck a deal with him.” You finish your chocolate pudding, smiling happily, waiting for him to ask the details of the plan.

“What kinda deal?” Peter’s gaze hardens, “and why him?” He seethes at the end, trying hard not to let envy lace through him at the thoughts of you possibly liking the Slytherin prefect.

“Are you jealous?” You gently place your hand on his bicep.

“Why should I be?” Peter’s mood is sour, you feel thrown off by it.

“Peter—,”

“I have to go, I’ll meet you in the common room.” He quickly gets up, retreating away.

You stare after him worry lacing through you.

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“I mean he just seemed so jealous?” You tell your best friend, the catching the Hufflepuff as she makes her way to the library.

“Maybe he is? You do spend time with Loki, not everyone would think you are good friends having a similar outlook upon life…” She straightens the pile of books and papers she is holding, you chew the inside of your lip considering things.

“So, you mean Peter could like me?” You entertain the idea, not that it was difficult for you, his soft smile, kind eyes and smirk always played on an infinite loop at the back of your mind.

The way he always held your hand during the snow covered walks to Hogsmeade. His cheeks tinged red because of the cold, both of you laughing at the frothy moustaches of the butter beer.

Peter reached across the table wiping away a little bit of the froth that remained on the corner of your lips, his thumb lingering for a moment too long.

Brown eyes staring into yours, you swear you can see specks of green in them sometimes.

“Y/N? Y/N? Oh, Peter’s Peach?” “Huh?” You look at her blinking out of your thoughts about the doe eyed Slytherin.

Your best friend laughs, “Oh you have it bad for him.”

“What?” You wonder feigning innocence, cheeks reddening.

“I think I’ll call you Peter’s Peach from now onwards.” She declares, you groan.

“Just tell him how you feel.” She advises, “Also good luck on the chamber opening.”

You wave her off and make your way back to the Slytherin common room. Peter is sitting on an armchair beside the fire surrounded by books, he’s writing on parchment, lips scrunched to one side as he looks at something he does not like, sighing he scribbles something after scratching words out, lips pressed together as he considers what to do next.

“Hey…” You walk over to him.

“Hi Y/N,” He mutters groaning at another silly mistake.

“Are you mad at me?” You wonder.

“No, I’m mad at myself.” He looks up at you, you notice his eyes feel closed off, no warmth in them.

“Why?” You settle on the arm of the chair.

“Because,” Peter stops himself, his quill tapping against his temple.

Is he mad that Loki probably has your affections?

Is he mad that he didn’t confess his feelings sooner?

Is he mad that this god forsaken essay for Defence Against the Dark Arts is the most bullshit thing he’s ever drafted?

“Because?” You place a hesitant hand on his shoulder.

“Because, I’m writing utter crap and I think you’re late for us sneaking out.” He tries changing the subject as he fixes his glasses and you let him.

“Well I was with my best friend, she needed help carrying books to the library.” You cover though you hardly helped carrying anything.

“Is the library not closing in half hour?” Peter wonders waving his wand so his things are set into order and tucked into his bag.

“Don’t tell anyone she stays back a lot of times.” You smile knowingly, then grab Peter’s hand.

Carefully you both tread into the empty corridors making your way to the bathroom that houses the chamber.

Loki greets you both outside, “Hello.”

Peter eyes Loki top to toe, unimpressed, lips pressing into a thin line, he nods in response.

“Hey Lokes, thanks for this.” You grin up at the prefect.

“Well you did offer me a good deal.” Loki grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Peter lets out an unimpressed, annoyed huff.

Loki gives him a concerned look then waves goodbye to you both heading to complete the nightly rounds.

“So you speak snake?” Peter gestures to the basins with his head.

“No.” You say trying to find the right one.

“Did you think I know parseltongue?” He stands close to you.

“No but making weird snake sounds from our mouth seemed funny.” You answer wryly.

“Hiss Hiss.” He deadpans.

You both look at each other for a minute before breaking into a fit of laughter.

So you both while away the hour, trying and failing miserably to speak the correct term.

You huff as Peter stands.

“Come on, we’ll try another night.” He holds a hand out to you.

You grab it, unsteady as you have to take support against his chest, you look up at him, even in the dim lighting his brown eyes are as inviting as ever.

He clears his throat and you look away, stepping aside.

As you walk out a meow sends you both into panic. Filch is on his way, you turn to the bathroom but the door won’t budge and speaking will be a dead give away.

Peter grabs your hand, spotting a supply closet, you both sneak into it gently shutting the door, the space is tight,

“Lumos.” You mumble, a small light flickers on, Peter’s arms are around your waist, yours are on his chest, you look up at him, his eyes are on your lips. Peter bites his bottom lip.

“Who is there?” You hear Filch and press closer to Peter.

“Are you with Loki?”

“Peter this is not the place.”

“Are you?”

“No!”

“Good, cast Nox.” He urges, you follow, his lips are on yours as soon as the light goes off.

Filch’s steps echo past the room.

You kiss back after the initial surprise, pulling away breathing hard.

“What was that?” You ask, casting Lumos again.

“Well, you said you aren’t with Loki, so um I could kiss you then, the way I wanted to.” Peter’s sheepish, he looks endearing.

“Why would I be with Loki?” You’re nothing short of bewildered.

“I well, that deal…” Peter trails off.

You begin to laugh, Peter probably thinks you’ve gone crazy because of the kiss, you think.

“I promised to delay my best friend’s library entry time for him.” You explain.

“The one he calls kitten since the transfiguration mishap?” Peter connects the dots sighing relieved.

You nod.

“I’m so fucking happy.” He says and kisses you again, your fingers tangle in his hair and he keeps you pressed close, not planning to let you go.

You feel elated, at him feeling the way you feel about him, yeah you are fucking happy too.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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OMG OMG OMG LOVED THE SLYTHERIN PETER PIECE SO MUCH.

just a random idea, Slyther Pete x Slyther fem!reader get their first pet together: a niffler.

everything from shopping for it, naming it, feeding it and taking care of it and a classic scene of it getting lost and them bickering and finding it and reuniting with this new addition to their family🥺

Peter Parker and The Lost Niffler

AN.: Hi noonie, sorry for the late reply i kinda took my own spin on it because i was inspired a little differently. Hope you enjoy

Summary: based upon the above prompt, Peter is in Slytherin and Hagrid is taking the care of magical creatures class.

Warnings: Nifflers, panic, fluff, kinda angst?

Pairing: Slytherin! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 809

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Hagrid really thought getting the students paired up and giving a niffler to them to care for the hour would teach them about magical responsibility.

The class was going fine the nifflers being adored by everyone, Peter had taken an interest in an albino niffler who everyone was ignoring, he had a little patch of black fur that was in the shape of a heart.

“Alright you lot,” Professor Hagrid’s voice booms across the clearing, “Pair up with a niffler each. Keep the niffler safe for three hours those who do well earn freedom from an assignment.” He instructs as everyone scrambles around in an orderly manner for once.

Peter finds his way to you, “Partner?” His gaze holds hope, you smile at him nodding.

“And who might this be?” You hold your hand out to the sweet creature, the niffler sniffs your palm, almost leaping out of Peter’s hold to yours.

Peter laughs when you both try to stead the creature, having to hold him like a baby.

“Oh you’re spoilt are you?” Peter coos at the niffler, whose gaze is fixated to your chest when your necklace hangs shining bright.

You pale as he shifts in your arms lunging for your throat.

“Wait, wait!” Peter shrieks and one minute you both had your hands on the niffler and now he’s disappeared into the ground.

You look at Peter wide eyed, the horror on his face reflects your own.

“Oh and if you lose your niffler, you can never adopt one. Also you will lose points and detention.” Hagrid adds to the two of your horror.

“Accio Niffler?” Peter says as a black niffler jumps into his arms.

“Hey thats ours!” Flash harshly grabs his niffler who bites him and runs off in another direction.

“You try.” Peter suggests on the verge of a meltdown.

“Accio white niffler?” You say holding your wand, nothing happens.

“Do you have more necklaces?” Peter wonders and then both of you raise your wands together.

“Accio my necklace.”

“Accio Y/N necklace.”

The ground shuffles a bit, as they see a flash of gold and a tiny paw clinging onto the item that is moving towards them, the chain is yanked and you laugh, the spell broken.

Peter huffs, as the niffler squeals, he takes out a few galleons, making trail from the hole.

“Um, I don’t think you should be,” you try warning Peter because there are five niffleers who turn to stare at the two of you.

“Uh, Peter,”

“Yeah?”

He gazes at your hand pointing at the nifflers.

“Oh,” He looks pale, then looks at you.

“Run.” You mutter grabbing his hand and taking off the nifflers hot on your trail as the galleons shine bright in the sunlight.

“Let them go!” You scream at Peter.

“What no! I’ve saved this up for a new broom!” Peter yells back, you both cut across Hagrid’s hut leaning against the warm stone, catching breath.

“And you were using said galleons to lure our niffler.” You state, rolling eyes.

“Yes, ours.”

“That time you didn’t want to buy the broom?” You interject

“That time I did not want to be expelled, ergo no quidditch to play.” He looks towards you breath evening out.

Both of your eyes widen as you feel a small paw on your feet.

Your little niffler squeaks, your necklace around his neck.

Peter looks at him in disbelief, “You followed?”

The niffer climbs up further grabbing one galleon.

You sigh in relief. So does Peter as he cradles the seemingly tired niffler. Then both of you begin laughing, the relief finally allowing the hilarity of the situation come to light.

“I think he’s out like a lightbulb.” Peter muses.

“Do you want to have some chocolate?” You ask him, retrieving the bar from your bag, both of you decide to sit by the hut, till the remaining hour is done.

“Your necklace is unique.” He comments, you smile.

“Belonged to my aunt. She gave it to me when I got my letter. Overjoyed even though she is a muggle, comes with me everytime to buy books, robes, hell she even quizzes me back home.” You smile fondly at the memories.

“She sounds like a force to be reckoned with, my aunt is that way too. Though she is a part of the magical world, practically raised me.” He says, brown eyes holding immense love and respect for his Aunt May.

“I think they would be friends.” You muse, chuckling.

“At least they will not run from five nifflers like we did.” Peter joins your laughter.

“Do you, would you like to go to Hogsmeade this weekend, together?” You bite your lip nervously.

“I’d like that. Being together with you, in Hogsmeade.” Peter gives you this warm grin, his eyes have crinkles by them and your heart soars happily.

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