()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
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: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love….even if it might hurt.
Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls
Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter…and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut
Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. “Come on Babe dress up a little.” He said tightening the suspenders straps.
“You know I don’t like Halloween.” Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. “Too bad guess I can’t give you your treat.” The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. “If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?” He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. “Hmmm….If I get to pick the shirt.” Sam chuckled and nodded. He’ll soon regret that.
Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words ‘Just the tip. I Promise.’ And a knife. “This has to be your best work, N/n.” Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.
M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam’s accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.
(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)
M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him “Sammy?” He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. “Woah. Hi I’m Dean Rapunzel’s older brother. You must be his roommate…” The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. “…I just love Scooby-Doo.~” Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. “Dean this N/n my boyfriend” A confused look crossed his face. “Where’s Jess you girlfriend?” He asked. “She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in.”
Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. “You’re way out of my brothers league.” Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. “Why are you here Dean?” There was a pause of silence. “Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” The blonde said before it was shot down. “Let me rephrase. Dad’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days.” With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. “I’ll be right back.” His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.
Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. “Fucking Winchester’s.” He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. “If he goes I go.” He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.
Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. “Sam what’s going on?” M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. “Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn’t bother to pick up.” Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. “You know what’s Monday right?! You can’t just not show up it’s your dream on the line, Babe!” M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. “I know…you’re right and I’ll be back on Monday.” We walked out of the building. “Promise to call me when you get there.” The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. “I promise.” With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. “I don’t give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it’s one am you idjit!” The familiar voice rung out. “Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby.” M/n chuckled and the older man’s breath caught in his throat. “Well I’ll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?”
“Glad you didn’t trash this number.”
“What are you calling for boy its still 1am?” Bobby asked.
“ I need to pick up my truck. I’m going hunting.”
~~~~Time Skip~~~~
Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn’t pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam’s distressed voice. “M/n now is not a good time. I’m so cold hold me” A voice spoke over Sam’s. “Who the hell was that?!” I heard a loud hissing noise. “Sam!” That’s when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he’ll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.
Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. “Hello, handsome. What’s the rush?” Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man’s eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. “You’re the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he’ll be home and dead by the time you arrive.” M/n’s breath caught in his throat. “Liar. I’m not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn’t take a genius to see they weren’t the only one’s. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?” He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. “Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don’t know, alive is getting in the way.” The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man’s chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. “But I’m a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can’t be a protective boyfriend if your dead.”
“What will happen to me if I agree?” That’s when a sick smile pulled on his lips. “You become a demon. No a demon doesn’t possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?” He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. “Deal.” The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. “You are mine.” He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam’s number. It went to voice mail. “Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know…I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me…so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you.”
Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn’t even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. “Are you sure this is the place?” Sam asked his brother. “Dad said this was it. Load up.” Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn’t feel right.
Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. “You boys never questioned a thing didn’t even hesitate to come inside!” He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. “This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!” Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. “Oh, honey bear! Come say hi.” The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man’s cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n’s a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he’s with enemy that took their dad’s body as a meat suit.
“Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!” John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. “Oh the things he’s done would make Lucifer blush.” Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. “You’re not useful to me dead Sammy boi.” The demon circled him. “What’s the best kind of torture, love?” M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. “Physiological.” Sam didn’t notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. “Where were Sammy?” A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. “I needed you!” A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. “You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!” The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.
Tears rolled down Sam’s face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!’ Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. ”You are mine.“
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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries
Three days on repeat to save their sister before it’s too late, but they need to realize sooner or later you can’t save everybody. And maybe everybody doesn’t want to be saved.
Everyone knows a typical runaway story right? A big fight field by built up anger leading to honest yet misunderstand words. But this story doesn’t go by the script its life after all with no cameras around.
Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?
Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader
1900’s Mafia/Gangsters AU
A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean’s body so like…idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles
Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading
The Novak’s that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you’d think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.
The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak’s have been introduced the world’s most feared gang the L/n’s is one family not to be fucked with.
(Father’s name) leading his kingdom no…empire with his wife (Mother’s name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn’t much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. “WHAT THE HELL!!!” Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. “I’m due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!” He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. “I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There’s no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father’s name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother’s untimely passing and (Mother’s name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed.” Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.
“You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories.” Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. “He was one of the only people you’d go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there’s on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all.” Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he’s sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.
“No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He’s in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don’t need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet.” With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. “Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer” that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he’s not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he’d do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn’t settling well with him that didn’t mean it felt completely wrong.
One day later
Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. “Can I come,please!” His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. “Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time.” The pout on Castiel lip didn’t move as he held up his hand his pinky out. “Promise?” Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. “Promise.” With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.
Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man’s leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. “Were is my money?” He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. “Help please!” He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn’t called for assistance. “No can do.” A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. “I came for my five notes.” The didn’t seem fazed at the torture. “Fuck you gypsy scum!!” The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. “I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I’ll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are.” His tone dropped further the blade under the man’s fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let’s just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.
He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. “Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost” The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. “Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself.” His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael’s guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. “Why did you do that?” Michael asked as they walked out of the town. “You worked for that money and gave it all away.” He was confused he’s never seen a man work for a family that wasn’t his own.
“They need it more. Schools out the children don’t get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I’m alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work.” Novak wasn’t sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. “Thats very admirable of you.” Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. “It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I’m not saying I’m amazing,but sometimes I’m decently above average. That’s what people need someone decent enough go care.”
Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. “It’s been a pleasure,Mr. Novak.” The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. “You know who I am and I don’t even get a name.” He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. “I’m N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams.” Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he’s taking what’s his this time.
Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner
The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak’s. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn’t want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men…no boys with guns.
“Everyone get down on the ground. We’ve come only for the money we won’t hesitate for blood as well.” The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. “Ah! If it isn’t Michael Novak no men to protect you now.” A man he didn’t realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. “Pathetic.” The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. “It would be in your best interest to leave,boys.” They all train their guns at the man. “Why’s that,you motherless bastered?” The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. “Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men.” After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. “I only count ten I still have the upper hand.” N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what’s to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. “Upper hand you say?” He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.
N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. “Thank you.” His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. “Consider it a gift from M/n L/n.” The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. “Now if I’m not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy.” He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. “Will you be there?” Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. “You can count on it. We’ll be seeing eachother alot more.” The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.
Family Dinner was about to start the Novak’s sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. “The L/n’s are here.” Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. “M/n been a long while hasn’t it?” The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n’s answered. “That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn’t come he had some other business to handle.” N/n or M/n now to Michael’s knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. “This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don’t mind him.” The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. “Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me.” A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak’s way. “Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what’s mine,their little toys they call guns were child’s play compared to my men.” M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.
“Are you a knight that saves people?” The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. “Sometimes when I want to be.” A bubbly giggle rang out. “You saved Mikey making him your prince.” Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. “Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?” He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn’t bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. “Yeah and I’m gonna make him my king and take him to my castle.” M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. “We’ll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after.” Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. “Um if you’ll excess me. I need some air.” Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.
The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn’t hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. “You knew the whole time who I was.” Micheal didn’t look up at the man as he sighed. “Yes I knew who you were…we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself.” The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. “Chuck knew as well.” Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. “He didn’t know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick.” Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. “Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I’d slip away made me realize it can’t be so bad.” M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. “I was afraid at first you’d hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults.”
Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. “I know this won’t mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you’ll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband.” In M/n hand that wasn’t interlocked with Micheal’s he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. “No matter what,Novak,I’ll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing.” M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. “Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting.” as he slipped the ring on the silent man’s finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.
Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. “My angel with a shotgun.”
Request - Hello :) I didn’t see any sign of requests being closed but if they are feel free to ignore this!! Maybe some MxM (male x male) with Karl Heisenberg from RE: Village. Some cat boy s/o who’s just really clingy to him and can also turn into a cat? They also go into their cat form and chill around Castle Dimitrescu and their like REALLY smart? Sorry if it’s too much Have a good day/night/evening! <33
Fluff
Warnings - None?
Pairing - Karl Heisenberg X Male!Cat!Reader
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What your purpose was is still a mystery to him even to this day. Upon your first meeting in Castle Dimitrescu, he nearly took you to try and make an army member out of a cat until you shifted in fear and nearly beat him with a book. Lady D had to separate the two of you for a bit after that while she went on lecturing Heisenberg about staying away from you.
Since said first meeting though, you often found yourself hanging around him whenever he was around. That soon turned into you adventuring out to actively seek him out. “You’re just obsessed with me huh?” He teased the first time you entered the factory territory.
Now it was only natural that you commute back and forth between the castle and the factory. The countess and her daughters were so kind to you that you couldn’t bear just straight up leaving them for the dirty engineer locked away in the factory. So back and forth you went and while he never admitted it out loud, Heisenberg was jealous every time you’d leave him to go and see the girls. While he claims that you’re the clingy one, every time you’re with him he has you close, almost on a leash without actually being on one (though he’s made jokes about making you one).
“You’re on my work.” Cracking an eye open, you look up to meet Heisenberg with his arms crossed. You can’t help but stretch out, covering more of the papers on the desk with your feline body. He steps closer to the table and nudges you with his hand, picking up papers. “You’re an annoying little shit.” He grumbles despite you bumping your head against his arm gently. As much as he loved your small form, when you lay down it was like you just generated mass to spread out for the sole purpose of annoying him.
He pulls away with the paper and you change, sitting on the desk with your legs crossed. “You’re one to talk.” You tease him, smiling when he shoots you a look from under his glasses. “New project?” You ponder as he sets the stack down on a different table.
He hums, “something like that.” You tilt your head, pushing off the desk and scurrying after him when he goes to leave the room. “Never a moment alone with you is there?”
“Oh like you don’t like it.” You muse, getting a smile from him. “Besides, you’d be so lost without me.”
“Oh, would I?” He questions, gesturing to the large open space overviewing the factory. “I ran this long before you came around kitty cat.” He pokes you, starting his long strides again. You stare off for another moment before rushing to catch up with him. The heat radiating from the factory, in general, was much nicer than being outside or in certain places of the castle.
“You know I can’t tell if that was supposed to be mean or not.” You go on, getting a laugh from him this time. “If you don’t want me around just tell me and I’ll scat.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He states, turning to fully face you. “You’re stuck with me kitty cat.” He puts an emphasis on the nickname with a smirk. “So, let’s get to work yeah?”
Summary: It’s your first time with your amazing girlfriend and she couldn’t sweeter and perfect.
Warnings: fluff, adorableness, and most importantly… sex
Reader:Male Reader
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Word Count: 2856
A/n:Requested by Anon: Ayo can I request a Wanda x male reader smut where it’s their first time together but also the reader’s first time ever and he’s kinda nervous and Wanda’s just being super sweet and gentle and supportive? Make it as smutty and adorable as you want!… I could totally see me doing a part two where the reader is more experienced (let me know if you want it!)
Wanda may have been an enhanced human slash Avenger but your meeting with her couldn’t have been more normal. You were helping a friend out with their coffee shop. It was their first store and they were running low on staff and you just so happened to be in between jobs.
It was the classic and cheesy scene where you took her order and nonchalantly put your number on her cup. You honestly had no idea that she was the Wanda Maximoff. All you saw was a very attractive woman with a kind smile. You saw a woman who was mysterious but had a kind heart. You wanted to know more about her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t call. You didn’t think much of it and quickly got over your disappointment. You thought she had walked out of your life forever, but fate wasn’t done with the two of you.
She returned to the coffee shop a couple of months later. It wasn’t a long-time span, but she seemed different. She seemed more unsure, cautious, and… defeated.
You knew you couldn’t let her go again. So, you asked if you could spend you break with her. You bribed her with freshly baked muffins and she accepted.
You didn’t ask about what was on her mind or what seemed to be wrong. You knew you needed to make an impression. You needed her to keep coming back. So, you did what you knew how to do. You made an idiot of yourself to get her laughing. By the time she left she seemed lighter and promised to return.
Casual meet ups turned to sporadic dating turned to moving in with each other. She was, without a doubt, the most complicated girlfriend you had with baggage unlike any other girl you met. You didn’t always take everything in stride. The two of you argued but always worked together through the problems.
The relationship was moving faster than your previous ones. Within a year the two of you were moved with each other and practically inseparable. It helped her fellow Avengers liked and approved of you. You had taken practically every step a relationship could take within a year excluding marriage and sex. Those were two things you weren’t going to rush.
Marriage could wait a while. You were both young and didn’t feel the need to take something that felt so final.
Sex, on the other hand, was harder to wait on. The two of you desired each other but it either never felt like the right time or she was called off for hero duty. The both of you were nervous about it. Wanda hadn’t been with someone in years and you… well, you’ve never been with anybody before. You didn’t want to disappoint.
However, today you couldn’t seem to hold back any longer. It was the most domestic setting but if made you fall even more in love with the woman in front of you.
She was moving around the kitchen cleaning and cooking. She had her hair up in a messy bun with your sweatpants rolled up around her hips and a tank top. She was humming under her breath and dancing a little bit.
“I’m making your favorite,” Wanda says without glancing at you. You grin breathing in the delicious smells of your favorite dish. You walked deeper into the kitchen and draw her back to your chest.
“What’s the occasion?” You ask, circling your arms around her waist. You lower your head into her neck and kiss her skin lightly.
“What? I can’t cook for my favorite boyfriend?” Wanda asks and you smirk.
“Favorite? I hope I don’t have any competition,” You mumble. Wanda just hums. You continue to smirk while drawing your hand back. You pinch her bum making her jump and promptly reach around to hit your shoulder. You laugh and hug her once again.
All day Wanda did nothing extraordinary. She was just herself. Totally relaxed enjoying being home with you. She didn’t have the Avengers calling on her nor the press pestering for interviews. She was light on her feet and just genuinely happy.
Since she cooked you took it upon yourself to do the dishes. She grabbed a glass of wine and hopped onto the counter beside you. When you were done you couldn’t help but to push her knees apart and step in between them.
“You look beautiful,” You whisper, rubbing her thighs slowly. She smiles lifting her glass of wine to her lips. You kept your eyes on her as she drank slowly until you just had to taste her.
Leaning forward your lips find her bare neck. She breathes in slowly, trying to calm her racing heart, and sets her wine off to the side. You kiss along her neck, your fingers digging into her legs. Her ankles hook behind you in order to keep you close.
“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, her fingers threading through your hair. You lift your head moving your lips from her neck to her lips. Her legs tighten around you and your hands slide to her hips. You squeeze her flesh holding her flush against your chest.
The kiss begins to pick up. Wanda’s hands make a mess of your hair, gripping and pulling it. You moan after a particularly rough tug. The tug prompts you to bite her lip a little rougher than you meant too but Wanda seemed to like it.
Wanda’s hands leave your hair and starts attempting to pull your shirt off. Your heart lurches anxiously but you don’t want to stop. You lean back, showing Wanda your most confident expression, helping her take your shirt off before lifting her from the counter. Her grip around you instantly tightens as you carry her to the bed.
You gently lay her down, but she sits up and reaches for your pants. Your heart lurches again but you let her unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs. You step out of them, your eyes remaining glued on her.
Her eyes look up at you as she kisses your stomach, her nails grazing over the back of your thighs. Reaching out you tuck some hair behind her ear.
“Wanda… this is… I’m a little…” You can feel your anxiety rise as you try to explain to Wanda what was running through your mind. Being the wonderful woman she is, she understands.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda whispers, standing up. Her hands run up your chest and wrap around your neck. “Do you want this?” She asks gently. You nod eagerly. “Then just do what feels right,” She whispers. “Just relax… it’ll feel good, I promise,” She reassures you, one of her hands traveling down your chest and to your cock.
You groan, resting your head against hers when her hand palms you through your underwear. Wanda smiles tilting her head to lightly kiss your lips. Just when you were falling under her spell she pulls back. Before you could chase her she’s on her knees,
“Oh, shit…” You whisper, not believing your luck.
“Something wrong, baby?” Wanda asks. Words escape you when her lips lightly press against your clothed cock. Your eyes roll back, and a deep groan leaves your mouth. Your eyes snap open and down when you feel her pulling your underwear to your feet.
“Oh… God…” You groan as her warm fingers wrap around you. She spits on the head before spreading it down. Her hand worked you better than yours ever could. She grips, twists and massages in all the right places.
As amazing as her hand felt it was nothing compared to her mouth. She took you into her mouth and you lost all sense of the world. Everything belonged to her, and you’d do anything to keep her. She was magic.
She bobbed her head, hollowed her cheeks and gripped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. When her hands gripped her balls, you struggled to stay standing. Your hands gripped her hair and you found yourself thrusting into her. She relaxed and let you use her.
“Fuck baby,” You pant looking into her eyes. Her big innocent eyes were tearing up, but she never tried to stop nor pull away. “I’m not gonna last babe,” You grunt trying to pull out, but she grabs your legs and takes you deep. You groan releasing down her throat. She takes every drop and grabs your cock as she slowly pulls away and continues to milk it. “Damn Wanda,” You pant, moving around her to sit on the bed.
She stands up and turns around to look at you. She gives you a sexy grin and wipes her lip before straddling your hips.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” She winks at you. She pushes you to lay down before leaning back on your thighs. You watch her slowly take off her shirt. Her breasts were laying on her chest, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What do you want?” She asks, her voice low and seductive. Her clothed cunt begins to grind down on your cock. It wasn’t hard yet but the picture of her shirtless, straddling your lap and moving the way she was helped it come back to life.
“You… Damn, Wanda, I want you… All of you,” you say, your hands twitching. You wanted to touch her skin, most specifically her breasts.
“I don’t want you to just want me,” Wanda whispers. “I want you to touch me… Please, touch me,” Wanda encourages. “Make me feel good,”
Instantly you became insecure. Where did she want you to touch her? What would make her feel good?
“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, leaning over you. Your eyes shamefully watch her boobs sway before you force yourself to look into her eyes. She’s smirking knowingly and your blush fiercely. She lowers her head and her lips brush against yours. “Don’t think,” She mutters, lowering her hips even more to rub your cock once again. “Tell me what you want right now,”
You don’t answer verbally but your eyes flicker to her chest. She smirks and leans back again. She grabs your hand and lifts them to her breasts. You let out a quick breath unable to stop watching her hands move yours.
You instinctively begin to massage them. Her hands leave yours allowing you to take over. You squeeze them before focusing on the nipples. You pinch them and when she moans you get the confidence to twist them.
“There you go…” Wanda whispers.
Deciding to take it a step further you lift your hips and switch positions. You pin her to the bed and hover over her. She gasps not expecting it which makes you grin cheekily.
Before she could say anything, you lower your head and suck one of her nipples into your mouth. Her breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the nub before lightly biting it. While she’s focused on your mouth you experiment with your hips. She had been grinding down on you, so you figured she’d like you doing the same.
Her moans are like music to your ears. Every sound she makes is a severe confidence boost. Every moment you’re with her you desire more.
You move from one nipple to the other while humping into her. She whines pulling at your hair. She moves her hips against yours but it’s not enough.
“Y/n,” Wanda begs, panting.
“Yes, sweetheart?” You ask, cheekily. You grin up at her. She looks at your frustrated but slowly smiles as well. She grabs your face and pulls it towards her capturing you into a kiss.
“Please fuck me,” Wanda whispers.
“Not yet,” You whisper, nipping at her lip. “We’re just getting started, baby,” You wink at her. She pouts but you kiss it off of her before kissing down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach.
You pull your sweatpants off her hips and down her legs. You toss them to the side before taking a moment to look at her. To have your first time with someone so beautiful and kind and patient as her is unreal.
You lightly graze your fingers over her legs before kissing the inside of her thighs. You hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them off.
“Mm, you smell amazing,” You whisper. Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. Your eyes dart to hers to make sure you were turning her off. To your surprise she was blushing. “I love you,” You whisper to her.
It isn’t the first time you said it, but it felt like the right moment. She was still blushing, but she seemed to relax. Her fingers reached down and played with some of your hair.
“I love you, too,” She whispers. You kiss her thigh again softly before looking at the slice of heaven between her legs.
You had no idea what you were doing and prayed that all of her ex-boyfriends were horrible. The last thing you wanted was to be so bad she’d go back to someone for a decent lay. You knew she wasn’t that shallow, but you were nervous.
You pushed her legs even further apart before diving in. You licked up her pussy lips and the taste was amazing. Your fingers dug into her thighs as you regained confidence.
Wanda whined and panted while grinding her hips riding your face. Before you could help yourself, you stuck a finger inside of her and then another. You thrusted in and out while still lapping at her.
And then her body jerked.
You paused for just a second before repeating the action.
Her body jerked again but this time she moaned your name and begged you to keep going.
It took you a second but then you realized what you had just found. You had found it… the one thing men complained of never coming across. Some believed it was a myth. You had found the clitoris.
Your mouth focused on her clit while your fingers thrusted in and out of her. You didn’t bother edging her when she got close. You didn’t think you were skilled enough to keep her on the edge for long.
When she came her back arched, and she moaned loudly. You kept your ministrations until she was twitching again. You got the crazy idea of trying to make her come again. Before you could talk yourself out of it you were bringing her to the edge and overstimulating her to her second orgasm.
Only then did you with draw and slowly kiss up her body. She had a blissful look on her face. You’ve never seen her so relaxed and happy before. Pride filled your chest and you lightly kissed various parts of her body as she recovered.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked and you laughed.
“I guess that’s a good sign?” You whisper, lying beside her but still practically on top of her. She laughs breathlessly before rolling on top of you.
“You’ll ruin me for anyone else,” She whispers, kissing you softly.
“You keep saying shit like that and my ego will surpass Starks,” You whisper. Wanda giggles quietly.
“You’re good with your mouth,” Wanda whispers. “Let’s see what else you’re good with,” she says, summoning some lube and squirting it on your cock.
“Shit… Couldn’t you have warmed it up?” You grumble. Wanda giggles again.
“Cold?” She asks, tossing it to the side. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up,” She promises, sitting up. Your eyes widen as she grabs your cock and begins to lower herself onto it.
“Uhhggg…” You groan, gripping her hips. She pants and continues down until she’s sitting on you completely. “Holy hell why’d we wait so long?” You groan and she quickly agrees. “You’re so warm… and tight… fuck, Wanda,”
Her sitting there, warming you cock, was perfect. Her, not moving and just squeezing the life out of your dick was enough for you to come but she wasn’t letting you get off that quick.
She starts off slowly. She lifts up and down trying to find a rhythm. When she finds the perfect angle and gets comfortable, she goes to town. You watch her breasts bounce and her head roll back.
“I’m not gonna last,” You warn trying to hold it back for as long as you could. She throws you a smirk.
“Give it to me baby,”
“Fuuuck,” You groan squirting deep into her pussy. She continues to grind taking everything from you. You hand reaches forward and makes a beeline to her clit. Her breath shudders and her body shakes as another orgasm rips through her.
You groan as she collapses on your chest. The two of you pant coming down from your highs. You gently pull her hair to the side and begin to rub her back.
“We are so doing this more often,” She pants and you laugh.
“Baby, I wanna be in you so often you’ll have to beat me off with a stick,” You tease. She leans back and looks into your eyes.
“Promises, promises,” She smirks, kissing your lips.
Requested: you dont have to do this but its lgbt so i hope you do. hcs of Oscar (Delancey ofc) slowly getting a crush on a guy but he has internalized homophobia??? i hope that makes sense ♡
Warnings: internalized homophobia, homophobia, mentions of bullying and fighting
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You were new to being a newsie
Your parents kicking you out the second they’d found out you were gay
When you showed up to the circulation the next day Oscar’s breath seemed to catch in his throat
He always tried ignoring this feeling but something about you made those feeling stay on his mind all day
It didn’t take long for everyone to realize Oscar was treating you a whole lot nicer than everyone else
As soon as it was brought to his attention he seemed to completely change
You turned into the most picked on newsie of the entire lodging house
It hadn’t been until a week later that you found out why
Walking back from a long day of selling you found yourself pinned up against the wall in the alley
You weren’t surprised to see it was Oscar but your heart started to beat out of your chest nonetheless
You’d never been this close before and you were sure Oscar was finally going to lay a hand on you
The entire alley was silent
Nothing but the sound of people walking by filling your ears
Oscar didn’t say anything
Only staring at you with a look of confusion on his face before his lips met yours
Your eyes almost popped out of your head
But something about the passion that had been put into the kiss made you melt and kiss back
The second you started to run your fingers through Oscar’s hair he pulled away quickly
He gave a small smile before leaving you there
This had continued on for weeks
It confused you at first
Until you realized Oscar was trying to hide who he was
You couldn’t blame him
All the times you were pinned up against a wall with both of you speaking quietly to one another made up for it
A few times you almost forgot about your relationship with each other
Forgetting that you understood why Oscar would always pick on you along with the other boys
But one day it seemed to be different
It seemed as though something pushed Oscar over the edge
Fighting out in the open leaving you with a good shiner for weeks
He tried making up for it the night you walked back to the lodging house
Explaining his father’s suspicions of his late night adventures
You hadn’t accepted it
Wanting him to figure out what he truly wanted before ever coming near you again
To everyone’s surprise a few weeks later Oscar visited the lodging house
It seemed he figured out what he had wanted
Kissing you in front of everybody
Willing to be a newsie just to get you to believe him
But you were too keen on having surprise visits in your favorite alley to ever allow Oscar to become a newsie
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A/N: It’s a Marvel/DC crossover because I was watching the Flash, Joker would absolutely go on a chaos roadtrip to NYC, and because I said so. Just a heads up, this one turned out long (10 pages in google docs)
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“I dunno, Mr. Stark,” Peter spoke quickly, his voice being transmitted through the headset in his suit, “There’s been basically no villains at all for the past two weeks, hardly even the typical muggers!”
Tony sighed, voices echoing quietly in the background on his end of the call, “Maybe that isn’t a bad thing, Parker.”
“But, Mr. Stark-” Peter protested, slumping back against the rooftop that he’d perched himself on. He’d taken up residence when he realized that his rounds were going to be pointless once again.
“Look, kid, I’m busy.” The voices in the background of Tony’s audio had grown louder, demanding his attention, “Maybe that’s the next thing that you look into? Find out why all the criminals are vanishing.”
Peter nodded slowly, determination building, “Yeah! Don’t worry, Mr. Stark, I’ll get to the bottom of this!”
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“C’mon (M/N), you’ve got to have some sort of idea why the crime is disappearing!” Peter whined, looking across the lunch table at his tall (h/c) friend.
The other male glanced up from his food, (e/c) eyes meeting Peter’s thoughtfully, “Most of the guys on the team have been gossiping about some new hero making his way into the spotlight. I wonder if that’s why criminals are so few and far between these days.” It always kind of slipped Peter’s mind that (M/N) was on the football team, since he was basically the antithesis of a typical jock. He was intelligent, interested in superheroes and science, in addition to being physically fit. He was tall, well-built, and his hair was always perfectly styled, but he was constantly clad in nerdy t-shirts. He had only been at Midtown High for a few months but he was as popular as the people who’d been there for years, despite never trying to be. (M/N) (L/N) was a walking contradiction.
Peter’s eyes widened, “Really? There’s a new superhero in New York?” He leaned forward curiously, intent on learning as much as he could about this newcomer.
Ned, Peter’s best friend since childhood, cut in, “Totally!” He set aside the mini-Lego Death Star he’d been tinkering with as he spoke, “I guess he’s got like, fire-powers or something? But get this; he can fly.” At Peter’s unimpressed expression, he continued, “The dude has a pair of freaking dragon wings growing out of his back!”
“Yeah! People are calling him Spitfire since he can literally breathe fire,” Ned gushed, voice raising slightly as he grew more invested in the conversation.
“Really?” (M/N) snorted, “That’s what they’re going with?” He glanced apprehensively at the other people sitting near them, watching as his companions’ rising excitement caught the attention of other nearby students.
“Dude, that’s so cool!” Peter exclaimed, deep brown eyes gleaming excitedly. “I hope I get to see him in action one day.”
(M/N) sighed, pushing his food away as he stood, “Look, you guys can sit and talk about this Spitfire guy all you want, but I’m getting out of here. I’ll see you later.” He swung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way out of the lunch hall.
Ned glanced at Peter once the (h/c) had disappeared, “What was that all about?” Peter shrugged, turning back to his food.
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Peter had done some research after learning about the new hero, so now, after he’d donned his Spider-Man suit, he was lying in wait for the appearance of the dragon-themed superhero atop one of the buildings the hero seemed to frequent. Most of the few photos that featured the masked hero showed him swooping from the very rooftop that Peter had hidden himself upon.
Peter’s legs had grown numb and he’d nearly given up when a loud thud echoed across the rooftop. His gaze jerked towards the source of the sound, eyes widening as they locked onto a tall figure holding a portly thug over the edge of the building, massive black wings unfurled slightly from his landing. “Where can I find your boss?” Spitfire snarled, gloved hand curled tight around the gang-member’s throat.
The man struggled limply, “I don’t know!” His hands scrabbled at the black-clad hero’s arm, attempting to free himself.
The (h/c) rolled his eyes, the light of the city making his eyes glow ethereally. “Why don’t I believe you?” He sighed, pondering the situation lightly, “Y’know what? I’m going to give you until the count of three to tell me what I want to know. If you don’t, well, the cops are going to have a fun time cleaning you off of the pavement in the morning.”
The thug’s eyes widened and he struggled harder, straining to get his feet back onto solid ground, “No, please!”
“One.”
“Please! I don’t know!” Peter could feel the man’s fear, frozen in place by the shock of witnessing a fellow hero threatening someone.
“Two.” Spitfire’s hold shifted, muscles in his arm flexing as he moved to let the man drop from the top of the skyscraper.
“Wait, wait! I’ll tell you what I know!” The thug blurted out, panic overtaking his features.
“Good.” A grin passed over Spitfire’s face and he set the man back on his feet on the rooftop. He stepped back, an eyebrow raising over the edge of his mask as he waited for the criminal to speak.
“The headquarters is down by the docks; if you’re going to find the Joker anywhere, it’ll be there.” The thug slumped slightly, his relief clear on his face at the thought that he wouldn’t be flung from the rooftop.
“Thank you for your compliance,” the winged male nodded slightly, turning on his heel and beginning to make his exit.
Peter’s eyes widened as the thug pulled a knife, lunging at the dark hero. The (h/c) let out a pained shout as the blade sunk into his side, his wings exploding outwards, slamming into his attacker and launching him away. The man was forced back the way he’d come, feet skidding at the edge of the roof and arms pinwheeling as he slipped backwards, over the edge.
The brunet gasped, his heightened senses allowing him to process the situation faster than an average person would’ve been able to. He darted out of his hiding place, rushing to try and save the man from falling to his death.
“Don’t bother,” The (h/c) groaned, wincing as he brought a hand up to the blade still lodged in his side, just under his ribcage. “At the force he got hit and the speed he’d have fallen at, he was dead when he hit the ground.” He turned, finally looking over his shoulder at the blue and red suited teen. “I assume you were there the whole time?”
Peter nodded, suddenly thankful for the way his mask shielded the way his eyes traced the attractive form of the dragon-themed hero. “Who was that? Why were you threatening him?”
The other male’s eyes rolled, gleaming (e/c) orbs revealed by the pointed eye-holes of his mask, “He was one of the Joker’s henchmen. He had information that I wanted and there’s no faster way to get information than threatening someone’s well-being.”
Peter’s brows furrowed, trying to place the voice belonging to the male in front of him, “Have we met before? You sound really familiar…”
The (h/c) shifted, hand curling around the hilt of the knife lodged in his side, “Doubtful; I feel like I’d have remembered meeting,” he grunted as he tugged sharply at the blade, yanking it free from his abdomen, “Spider-Man.” He rolled his shoulders, tossing the blood-covered knife to the side. “Whatever, I got what I needed.” He stalked towards the edge of the rooftop, massive charcoal-scaled wings flaring behind him, “If you need me, please hesitate to call.” He launched himself off the roof, allowing himself to freefall before his wings caught the wind and he soared upwards, disappearing into the dark New York City sky.
Peter sighed, disappointed that he hadn’t managed to find out anything about the new hero. Then his eyes locked onto the blood-spattered blade and a thoughtful grin took its place on his lips.
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“I’m telling you, (M/N), if someone had a pair of dragon wings sprouting out of their back, somebody would have to know who they are, right?” Peter complained dramatically, flopping back onto his bed next to the tired (h/c), a can of soda clasped in one hand.
(M/N) slowly rolled to face the brunet, “Not necessarily; what if he has a way to hide them?” At Peter’s puzzled look, (M/N) explained, “Spider-Man has his suit, right? But he’s not wearing it all the time, so what if Spitfire does the same sort of thing? Not like he can take them off or anything, but maybe he has a way of camouflaging them?”
Peter gasped, shooting upright, “That’s it!” He flung his arms outward, the soda splashing from the can and soaking the front of the (h/c)’s shirt.
He flinched from the cold liquid before letting out a pained groan at the sudden movement. “Shit,” he grumbled, forcing himself to his feet.
Peter shot to his feet, anxious about his friend’s outcry, “Are you okay?!”
(M/N) nodded, digging through his backpack for a clean shirt. “Yeah; it’s no big deal, I’m sure I’ve got a clean- ahah.” He tugged out his football jersey and dropped his backpack, stretching back to his full height. He reached to the bottom hem of his shirt and tugged it up over his head.
“You and I both know that’s not what I-” Peter’s voice caught in his throat as his eyes came into contact with (M/N)’s bare back. As any normal teen’s would’ve, Peter’s eyes traced the defined muscles of his friend’s back, freezing when they caught on the massive tattoos spanning the (h/c)’s shoulder blades. His dark eyes widened as he realized the shapes defined by the midnight-dark ink, the joints of the batlike wings extending up to the upper curve of his shoulders and the lower points trailing down past the taller teen’s waist. “When, um, when did you get those done?” He asked quietly, mind still stuck on their previous conversation.
The (h/c) paused briefly, swearing under his breath as he turned to face his friend, “About eight months ago.” He forced the clean shirt on, tugging it down sharply, but not before Peter’s eyes caught on a healing wound on his side. Right where Spider-Man had seen Spitfire be stabbed.
Eight months. Before he’d moved to New York and before Spitfire had made his first appearance. “Hey, shouldn’t you be at football practice right now?” He asked suspiciously, eyes still trained on the injured area.
“I’ve been dismissed for the time being; sprained a muscle in my side and can’t play until it heals.” He flopped back down on Peter’s bed, wincing a little as it pulled at the wound before turning his attention back to his phone.
“Yeah? Was it really sprained?” At his accusatory tone (M/N) turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow warily at Peter. “Or was it cut?”
(M/N) pushed back to his feet, towering over the brunet, “What are you implying, Peter?” He grumbled, anxiety building low in his stomach.
Peter swallowed nervously, intimidated by his friend’s sudden defensive behavior, “I’m implying that I don’t think a torn muscle leaves a stab wound,” he bit back determinedly, hoping that his theory was correct.
The (h/c) huffed, tired of his friend’s accusations. He rolled his eyes, turning away and grabbing his bag as he moved to the door, “Whatever, Parker. I don’t feel like being interrogated today; I’m out of here.” He’d barely gotten the door cracked open when a string of web hit it, forcing it closed again. (M/N) turned, intelligent (e/c) eyes narrowed as they flicked from the webbing back to Peter. “You were there. That’s why you know what happened.”
Peter sighed, lowering his wrist and eyeing the webbing still clinging to the doorframe, “Well, I can’t exactly deny it after that, can I?”
(M/N)’s shoulders dropped, resigning himself to the situation. “And I guess I can’t either.” He chuckled bitterly, taking his seat at the foot of Peter’s bed. “You have questions, I can tell; you’ve got your scientist face on. Ask away.”
Peter sat down in his desk chair, trying to figure out where to start, “How- how did this happen?”
The (h/c) sighed, “It started before I moved here; back when I lived in Central City. It started when Star Labs’ Particle Accelerator exploded. I was working at an animal rescue that was pretty close to the initial blast radius. The energy wave caught a set of loose wiring and the building went up in flames. I was trying to get the last of the animals out when the ceiling crumbled.I was trapped in the reptile section and the smoke was making it hard to breathe. Eventually, I lost consciousness,” (M/N)’s eyes were troubled, distant as he reminisced. “When I woke up, I felt different; stronger, more at ease. The fire was still raging around me, but now it couldn’t hurt me. The smoke was just as natural to breathe in as oxygen, the fire brushing against me didn’t burn.” His eyes hardened, meeting Peter’s, “When I walked out of the rubble people looked at me like I was a monster and I don’t blame them; I must’ve looked like a demon, what with the wings and the flames around me. I didn’t understand what had happened, so I left. I flew off and never looked back.”
Peter crept closer, placing a soothing hand on the (h/c)’s shoulders, “I’m so sorry.”
“I’ve gotten over it, I guess.” He shrugged, “Any other questions?”
Peter paused, hesitant to ask what he really wanted to, “Could I see the wings?”
(M/N) nodded slowly, tugging his shirt off again before moving to lie down on the bed, resting his head on his crossed arms. His brows furrowing as he concentrated, tattoos shifting and dancing across his skin, slowly tugging upward and outward, away from his skin. The wings lifted from his shoulders, midnight-dark scales winking into existence as the appendages stretched into existence. The wings flexed as far as they could in the small room before curling inwards to sit, folded, against (M/N)’s spine.
The brunet stepped closer, craning his neck to get a good look at the way the light glimmered across the scales, a few gleaming sliver in the fluorescence. “Can- can I touch them?”
(M/N) froze slightly, “Um, I guess so. Just be careful, okay? They’re a little… sensitive.”
Peter nodded, slipping onto the bed next to his friend and extending his hand slowly. He placed his hand gently on the wing, a ways below the joint and near the edge. (M/N) tensed and his wing flexed slightly under the brunet’s fingers, the cool scales sliding easily against his palm. Peter pressed his hand down more firmly, exploring the wide planes of scales and flesh before him. (M/N) let out a slight grunt under him as he touched the place where a wing met his shoulder and Peter froze, hoping he hadn’t hurt his friend. (M/N) shifted lightly, forcing his wing back against his hand. Peter grinned, applying more pressure and watching as the (h/c) relaxed. The brunet paused as (M/N) let out a soft churring noise, his chest rumbling gently under Peter’s touch. He smiled, happy that his friend was so content.
A loud chime rang out through the room, both boys jerking in surprise. Peter’s gaze locked onto the source of the noise and he slipped off of the bed to go retrieve his phone. “It was just Aunt May asking if I needed anything from the store.” He sat back beside the (h/c), watching in fascination as his wings melted back into their tattoo form, their bulk vanishing as he sat up and tugged his shirt back on.
“Well, now that you know my dirty little secret,” (M/N) teased, finally turning back to face Peter once he was sure that the tattoos were securely covered. “Now what?”
Peter shrugged, not entirely sure where to go from there. “Wanna watch Jurassic Park?”
(M/N) laughed but agreed, never someone to have been able to deny Peter anything.
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It was nothing out of the ordinary for the boys to curl up together while watching a movie, what was abnormal, however, was the look that (M/N) got in his eyes when Peter laid back with his head on the (h/c)’s lap. His eyes grew soft, admiring the way Peter’s soft chocolate curls flopped just over his eyes and the way he was so focused on the movie. (M/N) grinned softly, appreciating the way the brunet was so relaxed around him.
Peter glanced up, having sensed the (h/c)’s gaze, “What’re you looking at?” (M/N) shook his head in amusement and Peter gasped dramatically, a chuckle escaping him. “How dare you not tell me!”
Before he even realized what he was doing, (M/N) had leaned down and pressed his lips to Peter’s. The brunet froze, shocked, and (M/N) pulled back, the weight of what he’d just done fully hitting him.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He jolted into motion, scrambling out from under Peter and to his feet, rambling as he snatched up his backpack and made his way to the window, “I shouldn’t have done that; I just ruined everything. I’m so sorry, I’m just going to go; you can just pretend that that never happened, okay?” He sighed, slipping through the window frame and out onto the fire escape before allowing his wings to flare outwards, “I’ll see you around, Peter.”
He was gone before Peter could say anything to stop him.
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Days had passed in a blur since the kiss and Peter had still yet to see (M/N). He hadn’t been sitting with Ned and Peter at lunch, he wasn’t showing up to their shared classes, and he’d even been missing football practices. Even his alter ego had gone silent; there hadn’t been any sightings of Spitfire since that night, not even any of the typical signs of his presence.
He was worried about his friend (or was he his boyfriend now? Peter wasn’t quite sure anymore) and (M/N) had shut his phone off, so he couldn’t even text him to talk about what had happened. If he’d started getting careless when he was Spider-Man, Peter didn’t feel like he could be blamed, however that recklessness was exactly what had gotten him into his current predicament.
He’d been facing off with some weird guy in a purple suit with his face painted in clown makeup when all of a sudden the guy had launched a bomb at him mid-swing. The bomb had exploded into a net upon contact and Peter found himself free-falling, for once unable to stop himself as he quickly approached the unforgiving asphalt. His eyes squeezed closed as he got too close to impact, trying to brace himself in vain.
Suddenly he found his descent halted and his eyes shot open again, a disbelieving smile forming when he recognized the black suit and shining scales of his friend, one of his hands clutched tight to the crossties of the net as he dragged him away from the ground and back up to the rooftops. (M/N) set him down but didn’t land, “Get yourself out of there; I’ll hold off Joker and we’ll stop him together.”
Peter found himself nodding as the (h/c) soared back down toward the street level, where he could hear the sounds of fighting ensuing. He tore his concentration back to the present and began to squirm his way out of the netting, quickly moving to rejoin the fight as soon as he’d managed to free himself.
As he swung back in, he managed to time his entrance perfectly to web one of the clown’s- Joker’s, if (M/N) was right- web bombs and toss it back at him, grinning victoriously under his mask when it burst and caught the Joker inside it.
“Gotcha now,” he heard (M/N) grin, swooping down to grab the net by part of its interlocking chains with its captive inside it before Joker could move to free himself. He quickly flew higher, until he was certain that the Joker wouldn’t move to free himself lest he fall to his death.
Peter quickly scaled the side of the building until he was at roughly the same height as the dragon-themed hero. “What now?” he called over the sound of the rushing wind and the beating of wings.
“Now we wait for Batman to show up,” (M/N) huffed. “I’ve got a call in with some contacts who know him, and they say he’s on his way. Shouldn’t be long since Gotham’s just across state lines in Jersey. Twenty minutes, maybe?”
Peter’s brows furrowed nervously as his gaze flickered between his friend and the villain held captive below him. “Can you hold him that long?”
“I’ll be fine,” (M/N) huffed, wings flapping hard to keep both of them aloft. “Just, uh, talk to me for a bit? Distract me so I’m not thinking about it.”
“O-okay,” Peter said, mind reeling as he tried to think of something to say. “Um, a-after this, would you, uh, w-would you want to go to a m-movie or something?”
(M/N) laughed, shifting his grip a little, “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”
“I-I just-” Peter stammered, “You said to talk and that’s what I thought of first!”
(M/N) opened his mouth to respond when he was interrupted by the Joker, calling up to them from the net, “My God, if I had known I would have to deal with kids having a sexuality crisis and their terrible flirting, I would’ve just stayed in Gotham and dealt with Batman and his Robin-of-the-week!”
(M/N)’s eyes narrowed, visibly unamused. He locked eyes with Peter for a moment before releasing the net and letting Joker fall. He gave it a second or two before diving after him and catching the criminal once more, “Got any other funny jokes, clown boy?” he grumbled.
“Nope, I think I’m good,” Joker said, clinging tightly to the netting with a startled expression.
“Right answer,” (M/N) growled, resuming his previous altitude and looking back to Peter. “By the way, I’m definitely up for a date if you are.”
“Absolutely!” Peter agreed, suddenly very glad he was wearing a mask so no one could see just how wide he was smiling or the blush he could feel warming his cheeks.
A relieved sigh came from the net and when the heroes looked down, they found the Joker fixated on the sleek black car speeding toward them. “I never thought that I would be gratefulto see Batsy.” The car skidded to a stop below them and the driver stepped out, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at them.
“Give me five minutes,” (M/N) said to Peter, before tucking his wings and diving toward the Batmobile.
As Peter watched, (M/N) handed the captured Joker over to Batman (BATMAN, holy crap that was so cool!), exchanged a few words with Gotham’s protector, accepted a small slip of paper from him, and then spread his wings again to take off. Oh his way past Peter, he held his hand out, a wide smile crossing his lips as Peter leapt from the building and took it, allowing himself to be whisked into the sky by the dragon-themed hero.
Flying was almost as big of a rush as swinging through the city, but being like this- held close, wrapped in his arms like he was precious cargo- with (M/N) could beat both. Even if they were just going to the movies, he knew this was a memory he wouldn’t give up for anything.
Request: “OK so, Camilo x male reader where male reader and Camilo have a game where reader tries to guess when Camilo is using his ability when outside the house. 2 points if he gets it right and Camilo gets one if he fails. They agreed that whoever scores 100 points gets a wish from the other. Whoever wins is entirely up to you.“
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You laughed quietly as you noticed your best friend’s eyes shifting slightly toward you before snapping back to attention, the only sign that you weren’t actually looking at Abuela Madrigal. You approached the ‘old woman’ casually, grinning up at her, “Hola, Senora,” you said. “How are you today?”
“Quite well, my boy,” she smiled, happiness creasing her face. “How are you?”
You returned her smile, “Doing well. I just got two points in our little game.”
It took a second for your words to sink in before ‘Abuela’ let out a huff and Camilo shape-shifted back into himself. “Damn, I thought that I had you that time. How’d you know it was me?”
“That’s my little secret,” you laughed, reaching out to ruffle his springy curls teasingly. “If I tell you, you’ll change your ways.”
Camilo shrugged, smiling one of his little half-smiles at your fond actions and unknowingly making your heart squeeze in your chest. “Guess you’ve got a point there. This is what, fifty-eight to forty seven?”
“Just you wait, I’ll be the one making that wish,” you teased, nodding. With that, you heard someone calling your name and dismissed yourself, unaware of the way Camilo’s eyes followed you fondly as you walked away from him.
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Several Months Later
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“Maribel!” you called, hurrying up to Camilo’s cousin and dragging her out of la Casita Madrigal, hoping to catch a word with her away from the crowds. Particularly away from any chance of your best friend overhearing. “Can I talk to you about something important, please?”
She cocked her head to the side, brows furrowing over brilliant brown eyes, “Is everything okay? Why aren’t you talking to Camilo about it?”
You shrugged sheepishly, eyes dropping to the ground in an effort to hide your embarrassment, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” Granted, you and Mirabel had never been quite as inseparable as you and Camilo, but you’d always been good friends, especially when you continued to make an effort to spend time with her and support her after she didn’t receive a Gift. The two of you still hung out together once in a while, though it was harder since Mirabel’s popularity had increased dramatically since the rebuilding of la Casita Madrigal. “Why shouldn’t I talk to you when I need advice? Especially if it’s about him…” your voice trailed off at the end, struggling to get yourself to continue.
Her eyebrows raised sharply, visibly shocked. If you had been looking, you might have noticed an odd look in her eyes, “This is about Camilo?”
You took a shaky breath, beginning to pace as you tried to get yourself to say the words you’d been denying to yourself for such a long time. “I think I’m in love with him,” you finally forced out.
Mirabel stayed quiet for a long moment as she thought about what you’d told her, “Hey, what was the score in you guys’ game?”
Your brows furrowed as you thought, “Ninety-eight to ninety-nine.”
“You’re wrong,” she said, and you stopped in your tracks, puzzled.
“No, that’s definitely what the score was,” you said, turning to look back at Mirabel in confusion.
Mirabel smiled at you, though the expression was a little different to her normal beaming smile. “No, I think you’ll find that you’ve got ninety-eight and Camilo,” her lips twist up into a familiar half grin, and then her features shift and change, resettling- to your horror- into those of your best friend, “has one hundred.”
“Mierda,” you swore under your breath, instinctually considering trying to run so you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your confession.
Camilo looked at you thoughtfully for a few seconds and you could feel the anxiety building in the pit of your stomach, “I know what I want for my prize,” he said finally, dark eyes fixed firmly on you.
You sighed, resolving yourself. How could you have thought that you’d get away with not resolving the game before being rejected? “What is it?”
“I wish,” Camilo said, drawing it out to tease you further, “for you to kiss me.”
His words shocked you, forcing your eyes back to him. You hesitated, examining him for any hint that this was another of his practical jokes. He looked completely serious.
You swallowed hard before forcing yourself forward, one hand coming up to hold the side of his neck as you tugged him forward and up slightly, guiding him into a better position to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. You could feel the way his lips shifted into a smile against yours before his hands came up to twist into your hair and pull you more firmly against him.
Camilo was still smiling widely when he finally released you, “I love you too, estúpido,” he teased, leaning up to press another quick kiss to your lips, like he still couldn’t believe that that was a thing he could do now. “Best prize ever,” he murmured to himself, taking one of your hands in his and intertwining your fingers. He started tugging you impatiently back toward the front doors of la Casita Madrigal.
“Where are we going?” you asked curiously, following easily behind your new boyfriend.
“We need to go see Isabella and Delores,” he said, “They need to know that they just lost a bet.”
You laughed, knowing that some people may have been upset at the fact that their romantic interest had been betting on whether or not they’d get together, but instead feeling nothing but fondness and amusement at your new novio’s antics. “Whatever you say, amore,” you said, and you knew it was true; anywhere Camilo asked you to go, you’d be happy to follow him.
Request(s): “Peter pensive x male reader with the prompt “you look like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet.” And if you can add that he’s an archer I will love you forever ’’ + “Dude the ‘you look like you’re about to fall asleep on your feet’ gives me major peter pevensie vibes” + “Could I request a Peter (chronicle of narnia) where male reader goes to narnia with Peter and his siblings but takes place after defeating the white witch and they are all the kings and queens. Maybe Peter or the reader are having a hard time with all the pressure of ruling and they comfort and encourage each other and regain confidence”
A/N: I had a few similar prompts so I decided to combine them. I ended up going with before the witch’s defeat since it fit a little better for all of the prompts.
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Things had been… strange… since you and the Pevensie siblings had arrived in Narnia, and that went beyond the fact that animals had started talking and magic was real. As startling as those things had been, things had changed so quickly that you didn’t know what to do.
Edmond had been kidnapped by the White Witch and Aslan had given his life to get him back and now the five of you were expected to lead a war and eventually rule the country.
You’d excused yourself from the bonfire in the center of Cair Paravel, making the excuse of taking a turn keeping watch, if only to get away from the crowd for a few minutes. You took up post atop a hill a short way from camp, fingers trailing absent-mindedly across the feathers of the arrows in your quiver as you watched the horizon for any sign of the White Witch’s troops making a move before dawn brought the start of the battle between the Narnians and the White Witch’s army.
You sat there for what felt like a long while, though you weren’t sure whether it had been hours or minutes, before a rustling in the brush behind you startled you from your reverie.
Without a second thought, you nocked an arrow into your bow as you whirled to face the threat, tension easing from your shoulders as your best friend emerged from the shadows with his hands raised placatingly.
“Sorry,” Peter said, directing his usual warm grin at you, charming as always without ever even knowing it. “Didn’t mean to startle you; I just wanted to talk to you.”
You huffed, releasing the pressure on your bow string and replacing the arrow into your quiver. “Probably shouldn’t sneak up on someone with a weapon,” you said, turning back to the area you’d been overlooking.
Peter chuckled, moving to sit beside you. “Probably not,” he agreed easily, the setting sun gleaming off his hair and making it look almost like a halo. You shook off the thought, knowing that even if you were planning on telling Peter how you felt about him, now certainly wasn’t the time. Not with everything looming ahead of you.
“It’s kind of strange, isn’t it? It wasn’t so long ago that we were playing hide and seek and croquet and now…” he trailed off, sounding a little wistful at the thought of how easy your lives had been.
You nodded, trailing a finger over the smoothed wood grain of your bow, “I don’t know how to do this,” you said quietly. “I don’t know how to be a general or defeat a witch or rule a country.”
“I don’t either,” Peter agreed, scooting a little closer and resting his head against your shoulder.
As close as the two of you had always been, this was a side of Peter that you’d never seen before. He’d always been confident and brave and smart and kind, but he’d never been very open about his feelings. You suspected that he worried that he wouldn’t be taken seriously if he was, especially by his siblings. You knew that back in the real world, Peter was always straining to be a man that his father would have been proud of, but now as you looked at him, you knew that he was.
You tensed a little as you felt his fingers brush against yours and your breath caught in your throat as he took your hand in his. Heat rose in your cheeks as you felt his eyes on your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look down at him, not knowing what you might find in his brilliant blue eyes.
A long moment passed as you let yourself enjoy the closeness before you finally forced yourself to speak. “You should probably go to bed,” you said softly, slowly withdrawing your hand from his and shifting away slightly. “You’ve been looking like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet for days.”
Peter nodded slowly, straightening up with an odd look on his face as he looked at you. He took a deep breath, seemingly hesitating over whether to say something or not. Eventually he seemed to make his decision, “Come with me?”
It took you a moment to realize what your best friend had asked you, but your surprised look must have been enough to have him needing to explain himself.
“I-” Peter stammered, “With everything that’s going on- I just worry about everyone- especially you, and I think I’d feel better having you closer and-”
You chuckled a little at Peter’s increasingly frantic explanations, “Pete?” you interrupted, grinning as he stopped, looking at you. “It’s okay, I’ll come with you.”
Peter smiled at you, ducking his head to hide the light blush coloring his cheeks and leading you back through the camp and into his tent.
Once the flap of the tent fell closed behind the two of you Peter seemed to hesitate, standing frozen in the middle of the space like he was lost in his thoughts. You left him to his thoughts, busying yourself with setting aside your bow, quiver, and armor. Eventually you turned back to look at him once you were down to your tunic and breeches, unsure as to what he would want from you now that he had you here.
Peter shot you a weary grin as he sat down on the edge of his bed, kicking off his boots before moving to lay down the rest of the way. He faltered for a moment before patting the space next to him, clearly nervous.
You moved slowly to lie beside him, like you expected him to change his mind. He didn’t, instead shifting onto his side to face you with a faint smile, blue eyes looking almost electric in the dim lighting.
“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he said softly, reaching out to take your hand in his again. “I don’t know that I’d have been able to do this without you.”
“Yeah you could have,” you replied, lips twisting up fondly as you looked at him. “You’re the strongest person I know.”
Peter let out a disbelieving laugh, tucking his face against the pillow sheepishly, “I’m only strong because I know I’ve got you watching my back.” He trailed off after a moment and the two of you drifted into a comfortable silence. After a few minutes Peter shifted closer to you, resting his head on your chest. “In case tomorrow doesn’t go well, I just want you to know how I feel about you.” He took a deep breath and you could feel his hand shaking slightly in yours, “I love you.” He was quick to backtrack, “Not just as a friend, but as more than that. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, the one person I can count on no matter what. I’ll understand if this-” he gestured between the two of you slowly, “isn’t something you’re interested in, but-”
You cut him off with a soft huff of laughter, leaning in to kiss him gently. It only lasted a few seconds before you pulled away, tugging your joined hands up to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I love you too, Pete,” you grinned.
A stunned smile crossed his lips as he looked at you, adoring blue eyes tracing over your features like he couldn’t believe you were really here. “I’m not dreaming, right?”
You shook your head, laughing quietly. “No, you’re not dreaming.”
“Good,” he hummed, stealing another quick kiss before helping pull a blanket over the two of you and settling back down with his head on your chest again. “If I was, I wouldn’t want to wake up.”
“No, this is real,” you smiled, bringing a hand up to run gently through his hair, “We’rereal.”
Peter yawned quietly, curling closer to you. “After we beat the witch tomorrow, I’m gonna take you on a date- a real one. Dinner and candles and all of that.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you replied, smiling as you watched Peter’s breathing slow and him drift off to sleep. Eventually his breathing and warmth coaxed you off to sleep as well, letting you both have a few restful hours of sleep before dawn would bring with it the battle against the White Witch’s army to decide Narnia’s fate.
Request: “Do you still do Be more Chill? Cause I would like to request for Jake with the Sweaters prompt. [sweaters- “Don’t show that cute face to just anyone.”]
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You were no stranger to the massive parties hosted at Jake Dillinger’s house, but this was definitely the first time that you’d found yourself to be the center of attention at one. You’d just been lounging on one of the large couches that had been pushed up against one wall of the living room having a conversation with Brooke when Jake came and dropped down to sit next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders.
Brooke hesitated for only a moment, but something in Jake’s gaze must have solidified her decision as she quickly muttered something about finding Chloe and abandoned her place beside you, leaving you alone with Jake.
“Some party, huh?” You said eventually, more to break the ever heavier silence than anything else.
Jake shrugged, studying you intensely. “It’s the same as the rest,” he said dismissively. “What’s going on with you and Brooke?”
You blinked, surprised by his question. The two of you talked now and then, but there’d never been more than a casual acquaintanceship between you and Brooke. You’d assumed that was as plain to see from the outside as it was to you. “Nothing? She’s nice and we talk sometimes, but I’m not sure how that’s your business anyway?”
Jake’s usual smile returned, cheeks dimpling with his happiness. He shrugged, tightening his loose hold over your shoulders to draw you a little closer to him. “I just don’t want you to show that cute face to just anyone.”
You opened your mouth to reply but found yourself stopping short. Cute? Jake Dillinger thought you were cute?
Your confusion must have been clear because Jake let out a boisterous laugh, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your cheek before standing up from the couch. His hand slipped down your arm until he could take your hand in his and tug you gently to your feet. “Dance with me, cutie?” he asked imploringly, wide brown eyes fixated on you.
And really, how were you supposed to say no when you had someone like Jake Dillinger asking you for a dance?
Request: “Something with Jaskier flirting with a rival bard?”
A/N: Me, listening to Burn, Butcher Burn for several straight hours to write this? No, never.
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You were no stranger to dingy bars and bards with something to prove, but it had been a long day of traveling and you just wanted to drink in peace, not be met with your old nemesis strutting about the place with his damned lute.
“I hear you’re alive; how disappointing,” his voice called as the weathered oak door thudded open before you and your adventuring party, “I’ve also survived, no thanks to you-”
You rolled your eyes, shaking off your party mates’ pointed looks and taking a seat at the bar, easily sweet talking your way into a free ale from the flustered barmaid. Your companions settled into the seats at your sides and you were grateful, hoping, for once, not to be noticed so you wouldn’t have to put on your performance persona yet again.
“All those lonely miles that you ride, now you’ll walk with no one at your side-” Jaskier sang, eyes fixed a million miles away from his audience. “What for d’you yearn? It’s the point of no return…”
Even as you tried to avoid him spotting you, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your rival. The pain in his eyes was real, a far cry from his usual wide smile and the exaggerations and hyperboles that his tunes were normally filled with. His hair, typically clean and well-kept, hung shaggy and lank in his face.
“At the end of my days when I’m through,” Jaskier’s voice came in a rough growl as emotion began to consume him, “No word that I’ve written will ring quite as true as buuurn, burn Butcher, burn.” He fell back to sit on the edge of the stage, voice beginning to trail away as his fingers began to slow on the stings of his lute. “Watch me burn all the memories of you…”
As his voice echoed through the tavern, you realized exactly who this song was for; Geralt of Rivia, a witcher also known as the White Wolf and the Butcher of Blaviken. He was the same man that Jaskier had been traveling with the last time you’d bumped into him. You’d seen the way Jaskier had looked at the blond, the love in his eyes. You knew what that look meant; after all, it was how Jaskier made you feel.
You pushed yourself to your feet as his song ended, leaving your friends to their drinks and conversation as you prepared to make your exit. You paused as you passed the stage, pulling a gold coin from your coin purse and tossing it toward the downtrodden bard without a word.
“Much obliged, kind sir-” he started, catching it and lifting his eyes to look at his newest benefactor. His eyes hardened as they locked with yours, “The hell do you want?”
You bit out a sigh and shook your head, turning on your heel and making your way out of the tavern. You ignored the sound of Jaskier calling after you as he scrambled to his feet, following quickly behind you.
Eventually you came to a stop on the small porch looking out toward the forest path that led into town and took a seat on the step, resting your arms on your knees as you watched the trees.
“You did always have a flair for dramatic exits,” Jaskier said as he pushed through the tavern door and moved to sit beside you.
The corners of your lips twitched up into the barest hint of a smile, “You always had a flair for writing dramatic songs about your ex.”
Jaskier’s brows furrowed as he shot you a confused glance, “My ex? Who, Geralt?” He let out a bitter laugh, “No, no, we never-”
“So you write songs like that about all your friends then?” you prompted, jerking your head back toward the bar pointedly. “Should I be offended that I haven’t heard my ballad yet?”
A shocked laugh escaped your companion and you couldn’t help a slight feeling of accomplishment taking root. “I don’t know how I would even begin to write about you. There’s so much-” he trailed off, but you could understand. All the years of trying to out-perform each other and the insulting stanzas that you would improvise in your more competitive meetings.
“History?” you prompted.
He nodded, “Yeah. There’s just so much to say, I don’t know where I could even start.”
“You could always use that line about my voice sounding like a raven with a sore throat again,” you supplied with a grin. You’d never been particularly offended by his jesting, and that line had always been a favorite of yours.
He snorted, flipping the coin you’d given him between his fingers idly. Jaskier stayed quiet for a long moment, “You know I never actually meant that, right? I hate to admit it, but you do have a rather good voice.”
In all the years the two of you had known each other, you’d never heard Jaskier pay you an honest compliment before. It was… kind of nice, actually. “You’re quite talented yourself, Jaskier. Among other things.”
Jaskier perked up at the compliment, clearly curious about the ‘other’ as well. “And what might those other things be, hm?”
You faltered, suddenly aware of what you’d said and that there was no taking it back now. You knew that your friends would be laughing at you if they could see what you’d gotten yourself into. “Talented and creative, clearly. Funny, sometimes,” you started quietly, eyes fixed firmly on the horizon, even as his gaze remained fixed firmly on you. “Handsome, perpetually.”
Jaskier’s eyebrows raised and a smile spread over his lips, “You think I’m handsome?”
“Obviously,” you said, fingers tightening against the rough material of your trousers.
“Wish I’d known that sooner,” he said, “I’d have been nicer in the verses I wrote about you. Seen if I could’ve won you over in the first place.”
You laughed, pushing to your feet, “You say that as though you didn’t have my heart from the beginning.” You shook it off, preparing yourself to head back inside the tavern and up to the small room you’d rented for the night.
“Your… heart?” Jaskier sounded confused and you figured you might as well throw it all out into the open. If your heart got broken at least you could start healing.
“My heart, Jaskier,” you confirmed, sucking in a shaky breath before pressing on. “I’ve been in love with you for years. I just never said anything because I doubted you’d be interested.” He stayed quiet and you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face as you made for the door. “Forget I said anything; good night, Jaskier.”
It took him a moment to process what you’d said, but then Jaskier was up on his feet and scrambling after you. He managed to catch your wrist before you could duck inside, tugging you back to face him and hesitating for only a few seconds before lurching forward to kiss you.
He pulled away after a moment with a fond smile, cocking his head to the side as he studied you. “Well then, are you going to invite me up?”
You couldn’t stop an answering grin and you nodded, taking his hands and lacing your fingers with his. “Sure. We’ll see what you’ve got for that ballad come morning, yeah?”
As the two of you ducked back into the building and up the back stairwell, you ignored your friends’ excited whoops as they caught sight of you, too busy laughing at the silly lyrics your new beau kept proposing between eager kisses.
Request: “[Information removed for privacy] so can I get a fic with hamish duke just telling his boyfriend he’s proud of him.”
A/N: I think we could all use a bit more of our fictional s/o’s telling us they’re proud of us. I hope that situation gets better soon, anon.
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Hamish Duke knew he wasn’t always the most observant man, but he always knew when something was bothering the love of his life. He always found himself feeling anxious- like there was a heavy weight on his shoulders and a tightness in his chest- when there was something going on and he was more often right than wrong. So when the familiar sensation crept up on him as the class he was auditing was nearing its end, Hamish knew what to do.
The moment the professor dismissed the class he was up out of his seat and on his way to the small flower shop that both of you loved.
Hamish had become familiar with the little old woman who ran the shop with her wife, both of them having taken a liking to him and his boyfriend when they’d come in looking for a few houseplants to liven up their apartment. Agnes, one of the women, smiled widely when Hamish entered, greeting him fondly. “And where’s (M/N), then?” she prompted, pulling out a sheet of paper to wrap the bouquet in. “Studying for another test? That boy works too hard.”
“Not today,” Hamish replied with a fond chuckle, “Something’s telling me he’s not having a great day.”
Agnes nodded sagely, understanding immediately. “Take a look around for a moment while I whip up something special for him. Edith made cookies earlier today; we’ll send some with you for him too.” She moved quickly for someone of her age, selecting flowers and colors that she’d come to know were your favorites in the year you and Hamish had been frequenting the shop and spinning them together into a gorgeous spiral shape. When she was satisfied she gave a sharp nod, tying a bit of twine around the stems of the flowers to hold them in the proper place before handing them over to Hamish, the time faded tattoos across the backs of her hands and lower arms shifting with the movements.
At that moment, her wife Edith made her way down the stairs from the small apartment above the shop with a small parcel in her hands. The bright fluorescent lighting made the small flower-shaped stud in her nose flash brightly as she stopped in front of Hamish, “You tell that boyfriend of yours to come visit us soon; we miss him.”
Hamish nodded, thanking them and paying them double what Agnes told him the flowers cost since he knew she always tried to give the two of you a steep discount. “I will.” He left, consciously ignoring the fact that he knew he’d never heard Agnes call for Edith to bring cookies downstairs. He had more pressing matters to attend to.
His next stop was your favorite coffee shop, where an order he’d placed online was already waiting for him. He thanked the barista as he slipped an extra twenty dollars into the tip jar, before ducking back out onto the street and making his way back toward your shared apartment.
His hunch was proven right as soon as he stepped into the door. The lights were off and the drapes had been pulled across the wide windows. His brows furrowed as he looked around, searching for what might have caused your day to go so south. A soft sigh escaped him as his eyes found your phone, lying abandoned on the floor at the base of the wall where you must’ve thrown it. Without any further investigation Hamish knew exactly what the cause of your bad mood was. He toed off his dress shoes and locked the door behind him, making his way further into the apartment, stopping only to arrange the flowers in a vase of water before entering your bedroom. He set the flowers and your go-to drink on the nightstand before settling onto the edge of the bed beside the boyfriend-shaped lump of blankets.
“Agnes and Edith send their regards,” he murmured quietly, reaching out to run a gentle hand down your back. “And the barista, Alex, wanted me to tell you she was very grateful for the notes you lent her last week.” He smiled a little as you pushed the blankets back just far enough to reach for the warm to-go cup and examine the flowers. “There are a great many people in this city that care about you, myself obviously included.”
You sighed, taking a long drink from your cup and snuggling deeper into your pile of blankets.
“As someone that cares about you deeply,” Hamish started slowly, hand resuming its slow trail up and down your shoulders, “Can I ask what’s got you feeling so down?”
The to-go cup thunked back onto the nightstand and you disappeared back under the heap of blankets with a huff. “My mother called.”
Just like that, Hamish understood. Your relationship with your mother had always been… complicated. The two of you were like two sides of the same coin- night and day, magic and mundane, wrong and right. In all the time Hamish had known you, all you’d ever done was to try and make her proud but all she could find in you was faults. You chose to attend her alma mater, but she didn’t think your grades were high enough. You found someone that you loved, but that person was a man. “Ah,” he murmured quietly, brows furrowing as he tried to think of what to say. “Well, one shouldn’t take stock in the sayings of the ignorant, I suppose,” he said finally.
“Even if the ignorant is your mom?” you prompted, lowering the blanket far enough that Hamish could see one of your lovely (e/c) eyes peering up at him.
He nodded slowly, reaching down to thread his fingers through your hair comfortingly. “Even then,” he said, moving to lie down next to you and taking your face in his hands to make you look at him to know he was serious. “As much as she doesn’t know you, I do. I see how hard you try at everything you do; how many late nights you’ve had to work on your homework, how many job interviews at companies we both know you’d hate, and how many blind dates you went on with girls your mother chose before we found each other. She may not be, but I am so incredibly proud of you every single day.”
As Hamish spoke, he could see the weight of his words beginning to resonate within you. He knew that your mother’s approval meant the world to you, but you meant the world to him and he would do anything, bring you so many bouquets for your bad days and your good that you’d perpetually be wading through a field of flowers, to make you see that. But for now at least, the slight smile that his words brought to your lips would have to be enough.
Request: “Hi if you are still taking hsmtm requests could you do a ej x male reader where the reader is clumsy and whenever he flirts with him and he becomes a blushing mess and gets more clumsy like running into doors and all that.”
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Every Friday night since the three of you were kids, you and your best friends met up at one of your houses for a night of video games, snacks, movies, and mischief. These “Best Bro Nights” as they’d been dubbed had always been a place for you, Ricky, and Big Red to hang out and be yourselves without any fear of judgement.
When Ricky and Nini had broken up, you and Big Red spent the night curled up on either side of Ricky offering support and distractions as he dealt with his emotions. When Big Red was struggling to think of something special to do for Ashlynn for opening night of High School Musical, the three of you stayed up all night together brainstorming ideas and piecing together potential plans.
Unlike those situations though, tonight you’d just been expecting the usual action movies and popcorn fights. You were laying sprawled out on your back on the couch in Big Red’s basement, tossing a football up in the air and catching it while Ricky and Big Red argued quietly. You had shrugged it off when they started, assuming it was just over whose turn it was to pick the first movie.
“Hey, (M/N),” Ricky called out suddenly, “What do you think about E.J.?”
You nearly fumbled as you caught the ball again, hesitating for a brief second too long before tossing it into the air again. “We’ve been over this, R; I agree that him deleting your voicemail to Nini was shitty, but it’s been months. You need to let that go.”
Big Red let out a snort of laughter as Ricky scrambled to protest, “That- that’s not why I was asking- I just- we’ve all had to spend a lot of time together because of rehearsals. I was wondering what you thought about him.”
Another toss and easy catch. “He seems like a nice guy.”
“Just… nice?” Big Red prompted gently, moving toward you as Ricky slipped upstairs to answer the door.
You shrugged, throwing the ball a little higher than you had been previously, “I mean, I hear that he’s a pretty good water polo player and he’s a good actor. He’s always been kind to me, even though I can’t seem to get a word out around him unless it’s from a damn script.” You rolled your eyes, throwing the ball again, “And he’s got those stupid pretty blue eyes and-” You cut yourself off as your hands clapped back onto the ball. “Yeah,” you said sharply, launching the football higher still, “He’s just nice.”
“So, you won’t mind that I went ahead and invited him over?” Ricky asked, grinning widely as he made his way back down the stairs and into the room with E.J. trailing quietly behind him.
“Nice try, Ricky,” you replied without looking over. “I know you’re just trying to fuck with me again. You want me to get all frazzled and panicked and it’s not going to happen.”
“That’s an odd way to say hi,” E.J. called from his place beside Ricky.
The sound of his voice startled you into sitting up and looking over, eyes going wide as you realized your best friend wasn’t actually messing with you. Just then the football came down from your last throw, slamming hard into the side of your head. “Fuck-” you exclaimed as you brought a hand up to clutch at the new ache.
E.J. rushed toward you, dropping to kneel next to the couch and taking your head in his hands. He turned your head slightly so he could see the wound. “It’s not too bad; it’ll probably only bruise. Are you okay?”
Some absurd part of you that wanted to say something cheesy like ‘I am now’ but you were quick to squash it. “Fine,” you forced out after a long moment, “You just, uh, surprised me.”
There was a long moment of quiet between the two of you, before Big Red finally broke it by clearing his throat. “Well, uh, me and Ricky are gonna go grab you an ice pack. You two just, uh, have fun?”
With that he turned to head upstairs, dragging Ricky along behind him. The door clicked shut behind them, just after Ricky bit out a cheeky “But not too much fun!” and left the two of you in increasingly awkward silence.
“Did you really mean all those things you said about me?” E.J. said quietly after a long moment.
You considered denying it, but knew there was really no way to talk your way out of what you’d said. “Yeah,” you replied, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him.
“Huh,” he said, sitting back on his heels with furrowed brows. “I always just kind of figured you didn’t like me.” At your confused stare, he explained, “I just- well, I kind of assumed because you only ever respond to me with a couple words, if that, and you always seem to be in such a hurry to leave.”
You huffed out a bitter laugh, finally forcing yourself to pull away from where he’d still been cradling your face in his hands. “Well, now you know why.”
“I’m not sure I do.” He said slowly, pretty blue eyes narrowed as he looked up at you. “If you don’t hate me, then why…?”
“I like you, okay?” you snapped, drawing your legs up to your chest and resting your chin on your knees. “I like you a lot, and you make me nervous, which is why I stayed mostly quiet or left; so I didn’t make a fool out of myself.”
“You should’ve just said,” E.J. let out a disbelieving laugh as pushed himself back up to kneel before you, setting his hands on your knees to give himself enough leverage to lean up and kiss you. He pulled away after a moment, giving you just enough time to realize what was happening before it was over. “D’you think that Ricky and Big Red would mind terribly if I stole you for the night and took you out on a date?”
You laughed as your best friends whooped loudly, clearly having been listening in through the door at the top of the stairs. “No, I really don’t think they will. They’ll just make me tell them all about it during our next boys’ night.”
And really, you couldn’t help but think as E.J. leaned in to kiss you again, you owed them that much for helping the two of you finally get together.
Request: “James Potter falling for his sweet gay Ravenclaw tutor?”
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James Potter had never really been all that concerned with his grades. Brewing potions practically ran in his blood and he was a natural study when it came to Transfiguration and Charms, but apparently skating by with decent grades in most of his classes didn’t mean that McGonagall wasn’t willing to remove him from the Quidditch team if he was failing a class, even if it was one as pointless as Muggle Studies tended to be. He’d asked what he could do to avoid being barred from the team, but Minnie’s response had been a deadpan “find a way to raise your grade” and suggested that he look into finding a tutor before the test the following week.
His first thought had been to ask Evans, but he’d abandoned that idea almost immediately when he thought about how awkward it’d been between them since they’d broken up a few months prior. Then he thought of Remus, but he knew that meant that Sirius would be around and if Sirius was around then they’d be too busy planning their next prank to get any studying done at all.
Once he realized that looking for a tutor outside of Gryffindor was probably for the better, the answer to his problem made itself obvious. He slung his messenger bag over his shoulder as he headed for the portrait hole.
You were in James’ year, but not in very many of his classes, since you tended to prefer the more academically inclined classes, while he stuck with pretty much anything else. He’d run into you several times though as you were leaving the library or one of your classes and he was running from Filch or one of the professors after a prank. He couldn’t say that he knew you well, but he knew enough to not be surprised when the Marauder’s Map led him to a small table hidden behind several towering bookcases in one corner of the library.
As James rounded the corner you looked up from one of the massive tomes spread out before you, visibly puzzled by his presence and seeming even more befuddled as he dropped into the seat across from you and set his book bag in front of him.
“Um, hello?” you said slowly, brows furrowed as you looked at him. “Can I help you with something?”
James smiled, that same mischievous grin he always had when something was going exactly as he’d hoped, “Well, now that you mention it, I could reallyuse some help with my Muggle Studies homework.”
The unimpressed look on your face wasn’t exactly what James had been expecting though, “I’m not doing your homework for you, Potter.”
James blanched, waving his hands in front of him frantically, “No, no, no, you’ve misunderstood me.” He laughed, flustered by the assumption, “Honestly, I just need some help. I missed some classes and now I don’t understand what’s being covered. Their world is so different from what I know it’s like another language.”
“So you just need a… translator?” You asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
He nodded slowly, an embarrassed flush prickling at his cheeks. “I mean, I was going to say tutor, but yeah. I suppose I should’ve just led with asking you like a normal person, shouldn’t I?”
“That would’ve probably worked a little better, yes,” you replied with a grin, “But lucky for you, you’re cute and I’m feeling generous, so I’ll help you anyway.”
James’ eyes widened and he moved to push up his glasses to hide his darkening blush, “You think I’m cute?” He fumbled with the clasp on his book bag and pulled out the first textbook he touched.
He hadn’t ever really thought about other people romantically aside from Lily Evans before they’d gotten together, but ever since the break-up he found himself attracted to guys as well as girls. But to hear that people- that you- had had similar thoughts about him-
“Tell you what,” James started, lips twitching up into a pleased grin as he tousled his hair, “You help me pass Muggle Studies so McGonagall doesn’t boot me from the Quidditch team, and I’ll take you out for butterbeer on the next Hogsmeade trip? Maybe, um, maybe as a date? If that’s something you’d want too?”
“Sure, Potter,” you said, “I’ll let you take me out. But, uh, if you want to pass Muggle Studies, you might need a book other than your Transfiguration textbook.” You bit out a quiet chuckle as you nodded toward the book in his hands, before turning back to your own schoolwork.
James flushed further as he realized that he really had grabbed the wrong book- too busy trying to woo you to pay attention to the details. “My bad,” he said. James retrieved the right book and forced himself to keep his eyes on the page, even as much as he wanted to look up at you. Maybe having you as a tutor wasn’t going to be great for his grades, but when he chanced a look up at you and found you smiling at him, he knew it would be worth it either way.
Request: “Hi if it’s not too much trouble could you do a fic with EJ Caswell who keeps visiting a coffee shop because he has a crush on the cute barista who happens to be best friends with Gina and she plays matchmaker for the two guys. Sorry if it’s too much.”
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E.J. Caswell had a problem and he suspected that most of the High School Musical cast was slowly becoming aware of it. He doubted that they really knew the reason that he showed up to rehearsal with a to-go Dutch Brothers coffee cup in hand, but they were definitely starting to get concerned about his supposed caffeine addiction.
“Why didn’t you bring me anything?” Gina said, dropping into the seat beside E.J. one day before rehearsal started.
He looked up after a moment, finger pausing the path it had been tracing around the brim of the cup’s lid, “Hmm?”
“Your coffee run,” Gina prompted, gesturing to the cup. “I love Dutch Bros and I know you know my order, so why didn’t you bring me one?”
E.J. let out a quiet noise of understanding. “Right. Just, uh, didn’t think to, I guess,” he said softly.
Gina’s dark eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest as she studied him. “That doesn’t sound like you,” she said firmly. “Want to tell me what’s really going on, E?”
He wanted to argue, but E.J. knew that Gina was relentless when it came to the people that she cared about and that she wasn’t going to drop the subject until he told her the truth. “I can barely get my own order out, let alone anyone else’s.”
The brunette looked intrigued, and she leaned forward in her chair as she listened, “And why is that?”
E.J. hesitated, part of him wanting to keep the cute barista’s beautiful smile and witty humor to himself, but the rest knowing that Gina would never make fun of him for having a crush. “There’s this guy who works there.”
Gina let out an excited squeal, smiling brightly as she looked up at him, “E.J.! That’s amazing! What’s his name? Have you asked him out yet? What does he look like? How long have you liked him?”
The senior balked at the onslaught of questions, and for the briefest of moments he second-guessed his choice. “His name is (M/N). He took my order for the first time about two weeks ago and I ordered a matcha tea and he drew a little wildcat on the cup since I was still in my Chad jersey.”
“That’s so cute!” she exclaimed, “Wait, but don’t you hate matcha?”
E.J. nodded sheepishly, a faint blush warming his cheeks. “He smiled at me and I couldn’t remember what I wanted. Matcha tea was the daily special, so that was the first thing I could think of.”
Gina grinned widely as she looked at her friend. “You really like him, huh?”
“Yeah,” E.J. agreed, “Yeah, I think I really do.”
She nodded, pulling out her phone and tapping out a quick text. Her smile widened as the phone chimed with an almost immediate response. “Perfect. I’ll set you up on a date with him.”
E.J. blinked, visibly confused by the news. “Excuse me?”
“You said his name was (M/N), right?” she asked, continuing when he nodded. “Well, that also happens to be my best friend’s name and he also just so happens to work at Dutch Bros. And I was just thinking, ‘hey, that’s quite a coincidence,’ so I just texted him to see if he remembered drawing a wildcat on a matcha tea.”
She held up her phone so he could see the messages and his heart stopped in his chest as he made out the words Yep! The guy who ordered it was super cute.
E.J. couldn’t help the bright grin that formed on his lips, “Is this real?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Of course it is,” Gina said, grinning wider as she read the newest text, “And, since I’m, y’know, the best, I got you a date with him on Friday.”
E.J. let out a shocked laugh and he leapt out of his chair to wrap her in a crushing hug. “You rock, Gina,” he agreed. He knew that he’d start freaking out about how he’d manage to say anything at all on the date later, but for now he couldn’t help but look forward to finally getting to go out with the cutie from the coffee shop.
Prompt: Randall + Scare actor with “Don’t you dare say ‘let’s split up’’ and “Oh, don’t worry. The blood is fake.”
A/N: This was the final prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! I hope that you had as much fun reading the pieces as I did writing them.
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When Lilith had suggested that the Knights of Saint Christopher take a little field trip to their local haunted house, Randall had expected it to be much more mild than this. He had anticipated crappy fog machines, guys in cheesy masks, and barely-functioning animatronics- nothing at all compared to the things he and his companions faced on a daily basis.
Except that the fog machines weren’t crappy- they worked well enough to obscure even his wolf-enhanced vision. The animatronics were genuinely terrifying; jolting forward unexpectedly and letting out ungodly shrieks whenever he thought it was safe to look the other way. And the scare actors…
The actors would come out of nowhere, popping around corners and appearing from dense clouds of smoke as though out of thin air. They would yell and swing fake weapons, using their sudden appearance and loud noises to spook the guests passing through.
Randall hated to admit it, but he was quickly finding himself increasingly anxious as he and his friends wound their way through the maze of hallways and themed rooms. He found his heart rate picking up with every jumpscare, a nervous sweat prickling across the palms of his hands and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
Right as he was considering the benefits of just leaving, their group crossed the threshold into a room so dark that Randall couldn’t see anything even with his werewolf senses and the door slammed closed behind them. A group of actors emerged from the darkness with a scream and rushed the group, which split in the confusion.
At some point Randall’s hand brushed against the soft fabric of someone’s shirt, and he clutched onto it, dragging who he assumed was probably Hamish with him in the direction that he assumed the exit would be.
When he finally found the door and shoved it open, he couldn’t help but gasp in a relieved breath, chest heaving as he tried to get his breathing back to normal.
“So… the exit was actually the other way,” drawled a man’s voice from behind Randall.
Randall whipped around, lurching away as he came face to blood-splattered face with one of the scare actors. His eyes widened as he realized that he must have grabbed this zombie guy instead of one of his friends in all the chaos, “You… aren’t Hamish.”
The stranger huffed out a surprised laugh and Randall was hit by the sudden realization that under all the blood, the (h/c) was actually pretty handsome. “No, no I’m not. The name’s (M/N), actually.”
“Right,” Randall murmured, averting his eyes awkwardly; still embarrassed by the whole situation.
(M/N) grinned, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, don’t worry. The blood’s fake.”
Randall’s lips twitched up into the barest hint of a smile, knowing that he’d have been able to smell if it was real from a mile away. “Right, yeah. Of course it is.”
“Look, your friends took off down the main hallway,” the scare actor said, gesturing off in the direction of the path. “We’re in the back halls right now; I can take you through a couple of shortcuts and get you back with your group, or you can head back through the door and try and catch them yourself.”
“Don’t you dare suggest we split up,” Randall snapped. He faltered as he realized how that had sounded, “Sorry, it’s just- I’m a little bit-” he gestured uselessly back toward the room they’d come from.
“Of a ‘fraidy cat?” (M/N) teased, the corner of his lips twitching up in amusement, “Don’t worry; I already knew that.” He chuckled a little, before tilting it toward one of the ends of the hallway, “C’mon, I’ll take you back to your friends.”
Randall brightened, grinning so hard that he knew his dimples would be visible, “R-really? Thank you!”
The (h/c) smiled, the movement making the fake blood and makeup crinkle a little at the corner of his lips in a way that had Randall itching to kiss it away. He reached out to take Randall’s hand in his and Randall could feel Graybeard preening appreciatively under his skin. “Don’t want you getting lost,” (M/N) explained, though Randall couldn’t help but pick up the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Definitely not,” Randall replied, an answering flush heating his face as he twisted his fingers with the (h/c)’s and allowed himself to be tugged along through the dark scarers-only hallways that ran alongside the guest paths.
Eventually they came to a stop just behind a door disguised as a painting. “Your friends should be entering this room within the next minute, so you can hop through here and meet back up with them.”
“That’s amazing,” Randall grinned, watching through a hidden hole as his friends trailed into the room beyond the door, talking amongst themselves and trying to figure out where he’d disappeared off to.
“I like to think so,” (M/N) grinned, reaching out to press the button to unlatch the hidden door before hesitating. “I don’t know if you’d be interested at all, but, um, if you maybe wanted to see me again, I get off at midnight?”
Randall was surprised to hear that his attraction was reciprocated, but he definitely wasn’t upset to hear it. “Yeah, I- yeah, definitely! We could maybe go to the Blade and Chalice for a drink?”
“That sounds amazing,” (M/N) nodded, grinning widely. “I promise I’ll be less bloody for our date.”
The Knight smiled as he moved to duck through the doorway, “I dunno, I think it’s a pretty good look on you.”
Randall couldn’t quite figure out whether his good mood was from scaring his friends with his sudden reappearance or the sound of (M/N)’s raucous laughter echoing behind him and the plans for tonight looming ahead of him.
Prompt: Dragon Ben stealing the reader away for part of his hoard.
A/N: This was the fourteenth prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! The final piece will be posted on Sunday, October 31st.
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When your day began, you hadn’t expected it to go like this. Honestly though, how could you have? You’d been on your way to your classes at Auradon Prep, the same as every other day, when something huge swooped out of the sky and closed its massive claws around your middle, dragging you off into the sky with it.
As the creature’s grip tightened around you and its wings shifted to begin its descent a large mountain appeared out of the clouds before you, and you realized that the deep fissure in its face must have been where the beast had made its den. You were proven right as it swooped down through the crevasse, landing easily, even with one great paw preoccupied with holding you.
The creature released you as soon as it landed and you were quick to scramble away, watching in a terrified sort of awe as green smoke consumed the dragon (now that you were able to see more than the scaled paw that had snatched you, you were able to be sure) and concealed it from your sight.
When the smoke finally dissipated, you were shocked to see a stunned-looking brunet about your age rather than the massive dragon that had taken you.
“Well,” he said after far too long spent in silence, examining his hands as though he’d never seen them before, “That’s certainly new.”
You raised an eyebrow, trying to force yourself past your shock, “That’s- not a normal thing for dragons?”
He shrugged, a sheepish glint in his warm chocolate eyes, “I wouldn’t know; I’m not exactly a normal dragon.” When you were too confused to respond, he pressed on, “I tried to break up with my ex a few years ago because I didn’t see us working out and cursed me. Ever since then I’d been, well, like that,” he gestured vaguely in the direction he’d brought you from.
“Then how did you change back…?” you gestured toward him, clearly curious about what had happened to him.
“My name’s Ben, by the way.” He let out an amused little huff, grinning at you, “Y’know, the funny thing is that she said that the spell would only break when I met my true love.”
“True love, huh?” you said, an embarrassed flush heating your cheeks. “Let’s start with a date and go from there, yeah?”
Ben smiled widely, pushing a dark curl behind his ear, “As much as I’d like that, how about we start with how to get down since I can’t fly anymore?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling so widely that your cheeks began to hurt. Yeah, you found yourself thinking a while later as the pair of you picked your way down the mountain, if the rest of your relationship with Ben was like this, you were sure you’d be happy.
Prompt: Alex + “The phantoms and the reader doing a fall photoshoot, and everyone keeps telling Alex how adorable his boyfriend is with his camera and photos and Alex is just like I know he’s a keeper.”
A/N: This was the thirteenth prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! The next piece will be posted on Friday, October 29th.
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Alex couldn’t help but smile as he watched you work; effortlessly guiding Reggie and Luke into the proper poses and making sure the sheets that made up their ghost costumes draped in such a way that would make the lighting look even more impressive before stepping back to snap a few photos.
“Is that your boyfriend?” A woman’s voice snapped Alex out of his thoughts and he turned to face her with wide eyes. After a moment, he recognized her as the woman who owned the pumpkin patch that they had come to take photos at.
It took him a moment to process what she’d asked, and then another to determine whether it was a genuine question, but Alex finally managed to respond after what felt like entirely too long. “N-no. We’re just, uh, just friends.”
The woman laughed, her amusement making her eyes crinkle up at the corners ever so slightly. “Maybe you should think about asking for more,” she suggested with a grin, “The way he was looking at you when you were getting your photos has me thinking that you’re not the only one thinking this would’ve been a fun place to come on a date.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment you turned and shot him the most brilliant smile and the setting sun caught your eyes in a way that made them seem to glow and he could feel his heart seize in his chest. “Yeah, I think maybe I should.”
“He seems like a keeper,” the woman said quietly, nudging Alex forward. “Best of luck, dear. And bring him back next year; we’re going to have a corn maze.”
Alex stumbled forward at her push, grinning sheepishly as he got closer.
“Oh, good, I was just about to ask you to come over here,” you said, gesturing with your camera toward a cluster of large pumpkins, “I need you to sit on this one, kick your legs out in front of you, and tip your head back a little like you’re laughing.”
Alex hesitated, shooting a glance back at the woman before steeling his nerves, “Hey,” he started quietly, as he moved to the spot you’d directed him to, “Um, would you maybe wanna go get hot chocolate with me after this?”
“Yeah, we can all head over once I get these last couple shots of you,” you responded, clearly distracted by getting the right lighting and framing.
“No,” Alex said slowly, flushing a little as you finally looked up from your camera and met his gaze, “I meant just you and me. Like… as a date?”
“Oh.” You said, visibly surprised. “Oh! Yeah, definitely!”
Alex grinned widely at your response, a light blush dusting across his cheekbones as he looked up at you, pointedly ignoring the excited whoops from Reggie and Luke, who had de-ghosted themselves when they realized what they were witnessing. “Okay, sweet.”
After that, he was more than happy to let you take as many pictures as you wanted, because when you were done taking your pumpkin patch pictures, he finally got to take out the guy of his dreams.
Prompt: Ben + “Good luck explaining your new fangs to the dentist.”
A/N: This was the twelfth prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! The next piece will be posted on Wednesday, October 27th.
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While you had always known that Audrey was a bit of a bitch you’d never expected her to actually turn evil, let alone for her to be able to command Maleficent’s scepter and take over the school. You’d been with Mal, Evie, and Uma when Audrey had trapped you inside, and you had known that you were in a dangerous situation, but you couldn’t help but worry more about what was happening to Ben; after all, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend since this whole mess had started.
You supposed that was why you felt such a rush of relief when the girls broke the spell on the cottage and Celia looked out the window, turning to face you with a grin, “Hey,” she’d said, “It’s your bae!”
You’d rushed out of the cabin without a second thought, hurrying to embrace him. “Oh god, I was so worried about you,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. “I wasn’t sure what she would do to you and I-” you trailed off, arms tightening around Ben’s waist reflexively.
“I’m okay,” he replied softly, hugging you back and tucking his face against your shoulder. “She- um, she turned me into a beast. Like my dad. I’m only okay because Jane and Carlos had water from the Enchanted Lake.” He took a shaky breath, and the movement made you notice the odd texture of his jaw against your skin- like he hadn’t shaved in a few days.
You pulled back to look at him, eyes widening as you took in his altered appearance. You took his face in your hands, remaining quiet for a long moment as you studied him. “It’s kind of a good look for you,” you said eventually, trying to coax a smile out of the forlorn brunet.
It worked, and the sight of his amused grin was enough to help ease the tension in your chest.
“What about those?” Uma asked from behind you, gesturing to the newly revealed fangs protruding from your boyfriend’s lips.
You paused, a little stunned at the new additions, “Well, those are new.”
Ben’s grin widened and he bared his fangs at you playfully, “I kinda like them. I’m sure we could put ‘em to good use.”
“Good luck explaining your new fangs to the dentist,” you teased with a roll of your eyes, but you leaned in to press a light kiss to his cheek.
Ben just laughed, tucking himself comfortably against your side and grinning up at you. He knew that your teasing was just your way of showing that you loved him, and that you were relieved that he was safe. He really couldn’t fault you for that though; with you he was finally home, safe and sound.
Prompt: Jack and Scooby gang!Reader + “You’re about as scary as a golden retriever. You know that, right?” + “You’re gonna have to try harder than that to scare me.” + “Sane people don’t go into abandoned houses for a reason and this is it.”
A/N: This was the eleventh prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! The next piece will be posted on Monday, October 25th.
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There was something strange going on at Belgrave University. The first few weeks of your new college life had been relatively normal, but recently people had been dying terrible bloody deaths and then the stories seemed to have been rewritten into simple, easy-to-digest mundane endings like bike accidents and overdoses by the next morning with no one to remember what happened but you and another freshman by the name of Jack Morton.
“So,” you started, swatting a tree branch out of your way as you trailed after Jack through the woods surrounding the university. “A werewolf hunt is really what we’re going with here?”
Jack shrugged, stumbling a little over a root. “Got any better ideas?”
“Honestly? No.” You huffed, hesitating as you heard something rustling through the bushes behind you. “I mean, a magical underground society makes more sense than most of my previous theories. I just wouldn’t have pegged it as a werewolf society initially.”
Jack turned to shoot a grin over his shoulder at you. “At least it’s a lead, right? It’s something-” His voice cut off, eyes widening as they locked onto something behind you. “(M/N), run!” he called, already beginning to stumble backward.
You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little at what you assumed was nothing more than a practical joke, “You’re gonna have to try harder than that to scare me, Jack. We might be hunting mythical creatures here, but I’m not a coward-” you were interrupted by the feeling of hot breath ghosting over the back of your neck and a low growl echoing behind you. The sound had you scrambling forward after Jack, too focused on getting away to worry about looking at what was trailing the two of you.
You ran for what felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes, eventually breaking through the tree line and onto the front lawn of a somewhat dilapidated house. You shared a brief look with Jack before the sound of thundering footsteps behind you spurred the both of you forward once more, sending you crashing through the front door of the house.
With your panicked state, you barely had time to glance around at your surroundings (What kind of shady house in the woods had a rock climbing wall?!) before the sound of another of the creatures upstairs had the two of you fleeing down the basement stairs and into a small room with five large chests, barricading the door behind you.
Almost immediately two of the chests began to shake, rattling within their chains and finally snapping open- releasing a swirling mass of fur from each, which quickly engulfed both you and Jack.
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When you finally came to you were naked and covered in blood, tangled in a mess of limbs with Jack where you lay sprawled across the floor of the living room in the creepy old manor house in the woods and surrounded by strangers.
“Wha’ happened?” Jack murmured from beside you, turning over to curl closer to your side.
You huffed out a laugh, gaze flickering from the brunet to the group of people standing before you, “Sane people don’t go into abandoned houses for a reason and this is it.”
Jack’s eyes cracked open at the sound of your voice and he tried to take in his surroundings. “What the hell?”
“Dude, it’s me; Randall,” said one of the strangers, stepping forward and crouching down in front of Jack, “Your R.A.?” He rolled his eyes, shooting a disbelieving look at you, “Anyway, I’m Randall. This is Hamish and Lilith, and together we’re the Knights of Saint Christopher. We’re werewolves,” he grinned widely, like he was just excited to have the opportunity to make a new friend.
You huffed out a quiet laugh, grinning in embarrassment when everyone’s eyes drifted to you, “Sorry,” you said, by way of explanation. “It’s just- we were looking for werewolves. I guess I just didn’t think we’d find them by joining the pack,” you chuckled, your amusement plain to see.
“I’m just glad you weren’t afraid of us,” Randall said, plopping down on the ground in front of you with his legs crossed in front of him, “A lot of people tend to have reactions a little more like Jack’s.”
The brunet looked a little like he was about to hyperventilate, but he looked up at the sound of his name. Some color crept back into his face when you reached over to take his hand and lace your fingers together.
“I’ll be honest with you, Randall,” you said, grin widening as you felt Jack squeeze your hand gently, “You’re about as scary as a golden retriever. You know that, right?”
He laughed, leaning forward to shove you playfully, and in that moment, with Jack’s hand in yours and your new packmates laughing with you, you knew that you would be happy here. Your college life definitely wasn’t what you had expected, but some mysteries were even better once they were solved.
Prompt: Cato + “You have a tail. And ears. Pleasetell me those aren’t real.”
A/N: This was the tenth prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! The next piece will be posted on Saturday, October 23rd.
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In the time since Cato had won the Hunger Games, he had started to get used to the specific brand of extremism that came with a visit to the Capitol. He’d grown… not comfortable, but accustomed to the dyed skin and hair that was popular with the Capitol’s citizens. The odd beings had always made him a little uncomfortable, but with the discomfort of their presence came the blessing of yours.
You’d been the escort sent by the Capitol to accompany Cato and Clove on their way to the Games and in the days leading up to entering the Arena and in the weeks on the Victory Tour, Cato had grown close to you. You’d been a breath of fresh air; virtually untouched by the all-around weirdness of the Capitol- normal, despite having lived your whole life in the city.
Cato supposed that was the reason that seeing you across the room at a crowded Capitol party was so shocking. Well, seeing you wasn’t so surprising, he mused, Those were.
Emerging from your (h/c) locks were a pair of pointed wolf ears, which flicked and jolted at the varying noises of the party. At one point, you turned to speak to someone behind you and Cato caught a glimpse of a matching tail swishing behind you.
Eventually Cato managed to catch you when you were on your own, over near the bar lining one edge of the room.
“Oh,” you’d said, eyes widening as you turned to head back to your companions and came face to face with Cato. Your expression brightened as you recognized him, “Cato! It’s been ages since you’ve come to visit! How have you been?”
Your pleased reaction had a small smile teasing at the edge of Cato’s lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on anything but your new… appendages. “You… have a tail. And ears. Please tell me those aren’t real?”
A bright laugh bubbled out of you, eventually settling into a fond grin, “No, Cato, they’re not real. A stylist friend of mine made them; they’re programmed to respond to sound. You realize this was meant to be a costume party, right?”
Cato blinked, and then again, turning to look around him. After a moment, he shrugged and turned back to you, “If I’m being honest, everyone here looks just as weird as they always do.”
“Do you think I’m weird too?” you asked, a teasing glint in your eye as you looked up at him.
He blanched, trying to figure out how to respond in a way that wouldn’t completely blow his chances with you.
You laughed, waving off his silence and setting a hand on his shoulder, “Look, I chose to live in the Capitol instead of taking a residentially stationed job in one of the districts. I know I’m not normal.” You trailed your hand down his arm until you could lace your fingers with his and tug him after you onto the dance floor, “Let me show you that being strange isn’t so bad?”
With you looking up at him like that, Cato was sure that there wasn’t anything you couldn’t get him to do.
Prompt: “werewolf riven x male reader were the reader is walking through the woods and one day Riven corners him. Reader happens to be his mate and they kinda fall in love after he changes back to human form”
A/N: This is the ninth piece for my Halloween event. The next piece will be released Thursday, October 21st.
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The road home from Alfea College had always been a little eerie with towering pine trees boxing you in on all sides and making the trail seem dark and isolated. You’d made the trek through these very woods for the last several years as you worked towards your degree, but in the last few weeks you had begun to feel as though you were being watched whenever you came too close to the treeline. A few times you had thought you’d caught sight of a large animal, but it always vanished too quickly for you to be sure.
Even now, as you were on your way home from a study group that ended far later than normal, the weight of eyes on you had the skin on the back of your neck prickling uncomfortably. You found yourself walking faster than you typically did and wincing whenever you heard a bush rustle or a twig snap.
After the third false alarm, you finally forced yourself to ignore the sounds of the forest and focus instead on making your way home before night fell. Your plan seemed to be going rather well actually, until a hand caught you by the strap of your backpack and tugged you to a stop just before you crossed the treeline.
“And where do you think you’re going?” A deep voice murmured, deep and smooth and far too confident, warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spoke.
You tensed at the sensation, heart sinking as you realized that all those suspicions of being followed had been correct. “I’m going home.”
“Then you’re going the wrong way,” the voice teased, grip shifting from your bag down your arm to take hold of your wrist and tug you around to face him.
Your eyes widened as they locked with a pair of dark chocolate ones before taking in the rest of the stranger’s appearance, from his wild brown curls and pale skin to the way his clothes seemed to have been torn and mended many times over to the light dusting of stubble across his jawline. He was undeniably attractive and you felt a strange sort of pull toward him, though you weren’t sure why.
Your brows furrowed as you glanced over your shoulder in the direction that you’d been heading, “I’m pretty sure that I know the way back to my own home,” you retorted.
“I don’t know that you do,” he said, grinning widely as he looked at you. You tensed as his smile revealed the sharp points of a set of fangs where a normal person’s canines would be. “Because you seemed to be under the impression that you’d be able to leave this forest.”
If the appearance of his fangs hadn’t been enough to set you on edge, his words certainly were. You less-than-subtly tried to pull your hand away, and his hold tightened reflexively. “Trust me,” you said, hoping that your voice sounded more confident than you felt, “I will be.”
“Trust me,” he echoed, smirk deepening as he looked at you, “You won’t be,” the words escaped him in a low growl.
Your eyes narrowed and you jerked your hand away, a rough breath hissing out of you as a sharp claw tore through the skin of your wrist.
“Fuck-” The stranger jerked forward reflexively, taking your hand in his and examining your wound. “I’m sorry- This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He huffed releasing you with one hand in favor of digging through one of his pockets and eventually pulling out a bandage.
“You say that like you had a plan?” you murmured, raising an eyebrow pointedly as he began to loop the fabric around your forearm.
He let out an embarrassed chuckle, dark eyes flitting up to meet yours, “I did.” He was quiet for a moment as his gaze dropped back to your wrist, “I thought I’d come up to you and say something suave and you’d fall for me.” He huffed out a despondent laugh, “Hell, if I hadn’t been watching you long enough to know that whatever this was wasn’t going to work.”
You were understandably confused, eyes darting between the brunet and the careful way his fingers were dancing over your arm. “Why were you watching me?”
He opened his mouth as though to say something before thinking better of it. “You’ve already noticed that I’m not… normal. People like me- werewolves- tend to find people that we’re drawn to. It’s kind of like fate, y’know?” He kept talking, like his question was more rhetorical than anything, “I think you’re that for me, but I just hadn’t gotten up the nerve to talk to you until today.” He glanced up at you with a flustered blush clouding his cheeks, fingers still toying at the end of the gauze, though he’d finished tying it off several moments prior. “I kept telling myself ‘tomorrow, Riven; you’ll talk to him tomorrow’ but then today you were so late that I was scared I wouldn’t get the chance at all.”
You couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at the corner of your lips, “You could’ve just asked me out for coffee,” you teased.
The stranger- Riven, you figured- looked up at you, shocked. “Would you have said yes?”
“Dunno,” you shrugged, a sudden playful mood striking you, “Maybe you’ll have to ask me on my walk tomorrow and find out.” With that you tugged your hand out of his grasp and turned back down the trail, shooting him a wink as you left the forest and a dazed werewolf behind you.
There was no way you could’ve known it, but as Riven stood there for a few long minutes after you took your leave, he came to realize that meeting you had firmly cemented what he had long suspected; that you really were the one he’d been Meant to meet. He had already begun to count down the seconds until he could see you again by the time he turned to head back to his own home deep under the canopy of trees.
Synopsis:It was a game at first but now it was just to see if they could make the other crack and you were never one to back down.
Word Count:737
Request: Hey, could you do 87 and 95 (fluff/angst prompt) with Eggsy? (just 87 if you only take one number) - Anon
87. “You’re adorable.”
95. “Come cuddle.”
“Gentle!”
“Oh, stop being such a baby, Eggsy, ” you rolled your eyes as you gently cleaned the cut on his cheek. “It’s just rubbing alcohol and you’re lucky it wasn’t any higher. You could have lost your eye.”
The mission was just supposed to be recon, nothing dangerous. That is until Eggsy made a noise and alerted the guards of their presence. You had a few grazes yourself but nothing major. Eggsy had taken a shot to the shoulder and got a graze on his cheek, which would have been worse if you hadn’t shoved him.
“Come on, Luv. You have to admit that it was a lot more fun than a simple recon mission, ” Eggsy gave you a cheeky grin as he gently gripped your hips, pulling you closer. “A little danger never killed us.”
‘‘You’re adorable,’’ you roll your eyes and flick him in the forehead, making him hiss and pull away to rub the spot. “Our lives are danger twenty-four-seven, Eggsy. That doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you getting hurt.”
“(Name), Luv…” Eggsy sighed and gently nuzzled his nose against your jawline, gently rubbing your sides. “I love you and it will take a lot more than a few bullets to keep me from coming home with you.”
You let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, nuzzling his temple softly. You loved being a Kingsman, you found it exciting and helping people made the danger worth it. You knew Eggsy felt the same but some missions were close calls and ended up in sleepless nights with one of you next to the mother’s hospital bed. It was scary at times, the thought of losing the one you love but you both knew the risk when you joined the agency.
“You’re lucky you ended up with someone so understanding, mister,” you muttered with a soft pout as you rest your chin on top of his head.
Eggsy let out a weak laugh and pressed a soft kiss to the column of your neck. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. I knew that the moment a punk like me got a date with someone like you.”
“Oh, so you’re Mr.Punknow?” You pulled away to raise an eyebrow at him with an amused look in your eye. “Last I remember, you were the one who ran with your pug in your jacket because he got tired.”
“Hey, BJ didn’t deserve to be overworked and at least he didn’t bite anyone in the ass like your Akita,” he playfully glared at you and gave your hip a playful pinch.
“Her name is Kujo and she is a fearless warrior.” You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face, thinking back on those days. Not quite kids anymore but not the agents you are now. Somedays you wish you could go back and just enjoy it a little more.
“A fearless warrior, a gorgeous one at that. Can’t say much for her owner tho,” he teased and let out a laugh as you smacked him in the chest. “Teasing. He actually was pretty nice to look at, especially from the back. Never did mind running behind him.”
You let out a small noise of surprise as he gave your ass a squeeze, your face exploding with heat. “Idiot,” you bury your face in his hair as he chuckles. “Not even an injured shoulder can keep you at bay.”
“I can’t help it when I have such an attractive super spy treating my wounds.”
“Uh-huh.” You roll your eyes and pull away from him to put the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls away. “Well, sorry but no fun until you’re shoulder’s better. Can’t have you reopening it and bleeding all over the nice sheets.”
Eggsy whines and flops back on the couch, a pout on his lips which makes you chuckle. He looks at you and gently pats next to him on the bed. “Come cuddle. If we can’t have a little fun, you can at least comfort an injured man.”
You sigh and look at him fondly before climbing into the bed. You rest your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, smiling gently as you feel his hand card through your hair.
