you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.
Kugisaki Nobara:
she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Megumi:
he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.
Gojo Satoru:
you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.
Nanami Kento:
it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.
Summary:songfic inspired by “Moonlight on the River “by Mac Demarco.November 1981.
Pairing:Sirius Black x Male Reader
Key:(Y/N)- your name, (L/N)- last name
Word Count:1300
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I’d say, see you next time, if I thought there were a next time Easy conversation, ain’t exactly where we’re at It’s so strange, deciding, how I feel about you It ain’t like, I ain’t used, to going on without you I’m home, with moonlight on the river, saying my goodbyes I’m home, there’s moonlight on the river, everybody dies I’m home, with moonlight on the river, saying my goodbyes I’m home, there’s moonlight on the river, everybody dies
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The cold autumn night nipped at your nose as you searched. You hadn’t seen Sirius in two days and you were getting worried. Remus was resting as it was your turn to search. You felt dumb for letting him leave that night. You weren’t even sure what he was doing, rumors had started that he was the one who did it. It made your head spin as you cast a small warming spell on your hands, it was so cold.
You reached your door coming back from a fruitless mission to find him, but you noticed a hooded figure waiting at the door. As you got closer you noticed it was Sirius’s sleep deprived face, he looked like he hadn’t slept in the whole 72 hours since he left that morning. Your chest hurt as you approached him, the soft streetlight reflected on his face, stubble sat on his face unshaved, his hair greasy and unkept. It was hard to control yourself, you wanted to scream and shout at him for abandoning you until your voice was lost, yet you wanted to hug and kiss his face softly and cry.
He turned towards you, finally noticing you walking towards. He looked as if he wasn’t there anymore. He wasn’t your Sirius anymore. The man who stood in front of you was a shell of his former self. You almost failed to see the man you knew behind it. It felt too long ago that he was smiling, his hair blowing in the late summer air.
He was trying to say something to you, but your ears were ringing. You couldn’t focus on the words coming from his lips as you stared at them. He was going on about Wormtail, Prongs, secrets, how little time was left and explosions , but all your mind did was wonder to seeing him holding little Harry in his arms making little paper figures dance in the air. You took a step forward, trying to get a better look at who he had become. Maybe he was always this, you thought to yourself. How could you have not seen it?
As if it was an open, warm invitation, Sirius also took a step forward, closing the gap between you, his eyes searching for anything in yours. Anything that could make him believe you trusted him.
“Please don’t come any closer.” You said softly, your voices wavering. Your mind was on an unsteady balance, teetering on the end of caution. You crossed your arms, crawling into yourself. He looked hurt by this.
“You have to trust me.” He said as if he hadn’t been on the run since that night. He looked guilty enough. He looked terrible. You felt awful inside unable to trust the man who held you so sweetly in his arms not even a week ago.
“Did you-” You choked out as your eyes burned. It wasn’t really a question and Sirius had no real answer for it either. He just stood in silence, turning his back away from you. He couldn’t bear to look at you. You both knew what this was. You could feel your throat straining as you tried your best to repress a sob.
“I did something bad. I know.” He admitted guiltily, his eyes failing to meet you. “Something truly awful.” He laughed sadly. His shoulders trembled as he spoke to you. “Something I know you can never forgive me for.” Your eyes widen.
“Sirius, you’re scaring me.” You replied shakily, taking a step back. His voice ripped through his throat as he spoke like he’d been screaming for days.
“Please believe I didn’t mean for it to get here.” He cried out desperately. Couldn’t he just leave you out of something for once. Couldn’t he just die with his friends? Why did he have to be here? Now?
“He was our friend. They were our friends, Sirius.” You were horrified, he killed your friends. You started taking a few steps away from him, he followed the steps until you were backed up against your front door.
“Please believe me.” He begged you, his eyes lit up by the soft streetlight. His facial expressions were desperate for you to say anything he could cling to. He was scared.
“I don’t know w-what to believe.” Tears were freely falling down your face, your throat burned as you spoke, closing and opening as you sobbed, scared.
You screamed for Remus, praying he could hear you. Please don’t be asleep, you thought. You had found Sirius and yet now confronted with him. You were scared. You screamed once more trying to get anyone’s attention. Anyone.
“I’m sorry I did this to you.” He choked out, you looked into his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks. You heard people apparating around you as Sirius graced your memory with one more sad smile. The last sad smile.
“I love you, (Y/N). I hope you can trust me again one day, my dear.” That last thing he said to you, you screamed bloody murder as he got dragged away from you by aurors, but he just let it happen.
“Sirius Black was arrested on suspicion of use in black magic and the betrayal leading to murder of one James and Lily Potter who died earlier this week. The Boy who Lived’s location is yet to be revealed if it ever will. Later Sirius Black was found at the residence of his former (Y/N) (L/N) and known lycanthrope Remus Lupin. They-“ Your stomach felt ill as Remus read the paper to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at it yet.
“Did they have to mention my lycanthropy?” Remus sighed as he read the news. You were still in shock, the cuppa in your hands shaking slightly as you listened.
“Black will be sent to Azkaban without trial being charged for misuse of magic, an account of conspiracy against the ministry and one account of first degree murder for the case of three victims…” Remus fell silent at the end, closing the pages of news. “It’s not that interesting anyway. That was all they had on him. The rest is about Harry.”
“Harry…” You said, looking at your uneaten toast. Your stomach curled further thinking about that poor boy. You missed him. You were supposed to have a birthday party today, Sirius’s birthday. Tears started to fall down your face as you stared harder at your toast. His gift was still underneath your bed. It felt trivial to cry over something like this, thinking about your favourite person in a cold cell on his birthday. The person who murdered and betrayed your other favourite people.
Remus looked like he was barely holding it together either, holding most of himself together trying to help you. You heard a soft tremble of sobs coming from the other side of the breakfast nook. You looked up at him, his head down as tears fell onto the pages of the Daily Prophet.
“He really can’t stay out of trouble.” He said it as if Sirius got caught sneaking cigarettes into the school again. “On his birthday no less. He’s always been for the drama. That bastard.” Remus looked up to meet your eyes, his face distorted in anger and sadness. You couldn’t help crying too, the walls you both put up came crashing down.
Remus was suddenly on the floor in front of you, his head in your lap as he cried violently. You pulled his head up to look at you, wiping the tears on his face, bringing yourself down to him as you hugged him. You buried your face in his shoulder, him doing the same as you both cried until you couldn’t do anything, but tremble in each other’s arms. The last two Marauders, left alone together.
Request:“can you write headcanons for Kukui practicing public nudity with a male reader please?” - anon
Plot summary: imagine a male reader practicing public nudity with Kukui!
This Contains: Public nudity (duh), suggestive themes and slight nsfw .
Note:to the one that requested this, I am so, SO sorry for taking so long! I’ve never written for public nudity before so I wanted to do some research… Then I got a bit distracted … Then forgot said research which may show itself here… Annnd yeh- I don’t know much about Kukui, so I hope this was close to him as a person! I based it off of the game version.
Note 2: upon further inspection, I believe I may of misinterpreted this, as I took it as Kukui being the more experienced one with this while the request may of actually wanted to know what it would be like practicing this for the first time with you. If so, I apologize.
If this is your first time ever going nude publicly, then don’t feel nervous! Kukui here will help and support you with it, as he does seem like the type to have participated in public nudity before!
All likelihood, he’s probably the one to suggest this idea in the first place.
If you’re shy about going out nude, then Kukui’s going to do everything he can to convince you otherwise. He’s a charming man when he wants to be, so there’s a good chance he can change your mind. And when you do, he will be super proud of you!
Now, if you have no issue showing off naked, then he’ll be pumped to do this with you! Especially if this should be your first outing. He’ll be eager to have a great day with you.
If you show signs of hesitation during the ride there, Kukui’s going to put your mind at ease with mindless conversation and words of encouragement. He’ll make the worries melt away like an ice cream in the sun, placing you at peace once you two finally make it, as if those worries never existed. He’ll be so proud of you for not backing out, planting a kiss on your cheek and giving you a bent smile as he goes to unchange.
Kukui has no shame in showing himself off, causally throwing his clothes inside a bag and a towel over his shoulder while he waited for you outside.
No matter how many times he sees it, your body always looks so damn sexy to him. He’ll definitely remind you of that, light flirting as you both make your way towards the beach.
Of course… Should things get heatedon the way there…
You’ll be sure to notice. And if you’d like to take a quick detour for a moment, then he’ll be more then happy to oblige.
Back on the main topic, besides the being nude part, the two of you experience a rather pleasant day at the beach! The sun is hot, causing the sand to become warm and heated underneath your foot. The water is nice, cool, and relaxing. There are other people too, all of which are also naked, basking in the heat bare, playing in the water, relaxing on the beach and enjoying some tanning, and easily mingling amongst themselves (Kukui also chatting up with a few friends that happen to be there!). The day is good and surprisingly lovely, even if you may be a bit shy at seeing so many other people naked.
The true highlight of the day is Kukui asking you to help him with putting on some sunscreen to places he just can’t reach, laying stomach down on the towel, resting his head on his arms while he instructs you where to rub and put the cream.
He’ll toot little contented sounds to show you’re doing good as you run your hands up and down the back of his body, getting every curve, crevice, and inch of it covered in sunscreen.
There’s going to be some sexual tension between you both during this, playful flirty banter bouncing from one or the other, or both, as you two make some… Suggestive… comments with one another. Not enough to get either of you riled up thankful, as it would be unfortunate given the circumstances.
But if you’re both in a pretty secluded part on the beach where you both are comfortable, then Kukui’s gonna have no trouble enticing you while your hands rub against his tan body, making comments on how he feels so good when you rub it there, and here, and here.
Eventually, once those parts are nice and covered, he’s going to ask you if you’d help him in some other places as well, turning over on his towel to reveal a rather… Eye-catching sight. What happens next? Well, that’s entirely up to you.
By the end of the day, you two will end it off in relative bliss. In truth, it was almost no different then a normal day at the beach!
If you’d ever want to do it again should this be your first time, Kukui will be more then happy to indulge you in it! But if you don’t, then that’s ok to. He’s just happy you gave it a chance.
In conclusion, today would end on a very positive note for the both of you. Kukui’s glad to have done this with his boyfriend, even if it was just the one time, and should you ever want to do this more in the future, he’d be more then pleased to do so.
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.
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:661
Request: There's not enough people writing for the Mikaelsons and that’s a shame. So. What about reader and Klaus keep flirting. At first, it was just teasing to annoy and have fun but then it got more serious where both wanna see who will give in first and lose (by asking the other out or kissing or whatnot). But the reader is a shit head so of course, he has to win :> thank you - Anon
You look in the mirror, fixing your tie. The Mikaelsons were throwing a party, for what you weren’t sure. They just love to throw extravagant parties for even the smallest of reasons, not that you were complaining. Seeing a certain Mikaelson dress up for the occasion always made your night.
Your relationship with Klaus Mikaelson was, in a way, complicated. There was something there both of you could tell there was, but both of you were stubborn to the core. It all just started as flirtatious banter, something fun and harmless. Time passed, and it grew into something like a game, a game to see who could give in to their feelings first. It was starting to become a struggle not to act on your feelings.
“You look good enough to eat.”
You couldn’t help but jump in surprise as Klaus’ voice broke your train of thought. Your cheeks warmed a bit when you met his gaze in the mirror, your heart skipping a beat. “Then why don’t you.”
A small chuckle passed his lips as he pushed off the door frame, walking closer to you. He kept your gaze in the mirror, hands gently ghosting around your waist as he gives you a grin. “Only if you beg.”
You have to take a moment, breathing deeply and breaking eye contact. You smooth out your suit jacket and turn to him, giving a cheeky smile. “Only if you make me and if you won’t,” you gently patted his shoulder as you walked past him. “maybe someone else will.”
You hear a soft growl from him as he gripped your forearm. “Now, you know that’s not how the game works.” he pulls you close to get you to look at him. You can see the fire burning in his eyes, the fight and the jealousy. It sent a small wave of heat through you.
“And you know the only way this game ends, Klaus.”
You two just stare at each other, faces close enough for your noses to brush against each other. You could easily lean in and kiss him, end the game right here and now but you couldn’t. You’re too stubborn and you know it. He knows it too.
You lean in just a little closer, lips ghosting over his as you keep eye contact. “Just take what you want, Klaus.”
Everything is frozen for a moment until you see the fight in his eyes disappear, just darkening for a second. It made your breath hitch as he tangled in your hair, gently gripping it. That’s when it all came crashing down.
He smashed his lips against yours, making your head spin as you grip onto his jacket. You closed your eyes and kissed back. It felt better than you imagined and well worth the struggle.
You take off your suit jacket as he pushed you up against the wall, his hips pressing to yours as your hands move to tangle in his hair. It all finally snapped between the two of you and you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.
“Klaus,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss to let his lips move. He kissed along your jawline before he left a few kisses down your neck. You let out a soft hiss when he bit your neck, leaving a dark mark.
“Mine,” he growled against your neck, barring his fangs for a moment just to brush them against your neck which earned a gasp from you. “Anyone touches you, I will kill them.”
You pull away with a soft chuckle, cupping his cheeks. “I’m just yours, Klaus Mikaelson but there’s something that you shouldn’t forget,” you pat his cheek before moving out from between him and the wall. You pick up your jacket and fix your shirt.
“And what would that be?”
You open the door to your bedroom and looked back at him, smirking. “I win,” you walked out and closed the door behind you.
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.
Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!Reader Summary: Sometimes, it takes a stabbing realisation that nothing can last forever so everyone should jump the gun and confess their love for each other. Word Count: 1,441 Request: “Can I make a request for a Spencer Reid x Male!Reader fic? One where the M!Reader and Spencer are best friends that have feelings for each other. The reader is a member of BAU and accompanies the team on a mission to find a suspect. The mission goes south when the unsub pulls a gun on Spencer. The Male!Reader takes the bullet for Reid and they proclaim their love for each other. Fluffy ending pls” Warning: Blood, guns, wounds. A/n: Sorry if this is of poor quality, turns out i’m more tired than usual
“So, my darling friend of mine.”
You scowled as you turn to look at Emily who smiles, she was accompanied by JJ and Penelope. It was far too early for their banter and teasing as you gripped the handle of your coffee mug tighter.
“What?” You snapped as their grin widen as you lock your jaw, “Shut up.”
“Didn’t say anything,” JJ put her hands up in defence, before bumping shoulders with you, “Loverboy.”
Requested: Could you do a Trans!Race and Male Reader smut,just like some really fluffy smut with a somewhat insecure Race? If you’re comfortable with that
Warnings: smut, insecure race, sad race for only a little bit, and nothing else really cause fluff
and for all my trans folks out there who might get dysphoric from reading this, Race isn’t fully transitioned so just beware when reading
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You’d been watching Tv, minding your own business when Race had walked in, straddling your lap and pulling you in for a kiss. It caught you by surprise but you kissed back, placing your hands on his face, deepening the kiss. Race hummed into the kiss, smiling against your lips before pulling away.
“Well hello there.” You laughed, giving him a small smile. The only response you’d gotten was Race’s lips connecting to your jaw. You let out a breathy moan when Race nipped at your skin, showing your sweet spot no mercy while he did anything he could to get the darkest hickey on your neck. “Race.” You moaned, grabbing his hips to stop him the second he started grinding down against you. “I- I thought you didn’t want-” You tried asking but Race shushed you.
“I want to. Please.” Race almost begged. “I want you.” He mumbled against your lips.
“Race we don’t have to if you don’t really want to. I know you said the last time you did it with someone, it made you uncomfortable.” You explained, pulling away to caress Race’s cheek.
“But it’s not fair to you.” Race shook his head with a sniffle, his vision starting to go blurry from tears.
“Why is it not fair?” You asked, but remembered all the conversations about this you’d had before. “Race we don’t have to have sex okay? That’s not important. We do so many other things that make you feel comfortable, I don’t want to do this when I know that it does the exact opposite.” You explained, watching Race’s lip quiver.
“I want to. I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t say anything about… down there… that’ll make me uncomfortable.” Race explained, trying to hold back his tears.
“Are you really sure?” You asked, earning a nod. “And we can stop anytime, you know that right?” You asked, rubbing his arm, trying to get him to calm down.
“Well… I’m scared to do it from the back, s-so I guess we could do it from the front.” Race explained, his voice shaky.
“Race look at me.” You said, grabbing his face in your hands making him look at you. “We don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, no matter where we do it.” You explained, pulling him down to kiss the tears that had slipped down his cheeks away.
“I really want you Y/N. I won’t be uncomfortable, and I’ll tell you if I am, I promise.” Race explained, wiping his cheeks free of tears.
“Okay.” You smiled, picking him up as you got off the couch, carrying him to your room.
You tossed him onto your bed, earning a small laugh from Race.You both kicked off your clothes, both of you pulling each other back in for a kiss the second all of your clothes were off. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths while Race tugged at your hair sending shivers down your spine. You let out a surprised groan when Race started to pump your length, but he pulled you in for a kiss to muffle your moans.
You blindly reached for the condoms and lube you kept in the night stand, kissing Race while you lubed up your fingers and slowly slid them into him. He pulled away from the kiss because of the long moan that left his mouth. Race couldn’t say anything, moans being the only thing coming from him.
“Look at my handsome boy.” You cooed in his ear, picking up the pace of your fingers. Race whined, holding onto one of your arms as his back arched off the bed. “Look at me.” You whispered, making Race finally open up his eyes. “There’s my boy.” You smirked, curling your fingers inside him making Race let out a pleasured cry.
“Y/N.” Race moaned out, his nails digging into your arm.
“Yes?” You smirked, leaning down pecking his lips.
“I need you in me.” He moaned, almost begging.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” You teased, pulling your fingers out of him. You tore the condom open, slipping it on and lining yourself up with Race’s entrance. “Are you sure about this?” You asked, kissing Race’s nose softly.
“Please.” Race nodded, pulling you down for a kiss.
You slowly sunk in all the way, a moan that sounded like relief leaving Race’s parted lips. You groaned once you were fully in, pulling Race in for a kiss.
“I love you.” You whispered, pulling Race in for a kiss.
“I love you too.” Race moaned against your lips, bucking his hips up to meet your thrusts.
You picked up the pace, both of your moans filling the room, Race’s nails raking down your back making you shudder. Race pulled you down against him, his legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You reached back to lift his legs slightly, your next thrust hitting Race’s gspot making his back arch off the bed, and a stream of curses and moans left his mouth, his walls clenching around your length making you groan. You rested your forehead onto his, both of you cumming at the same time, and you pulled out, giving Race kiss after kiss, watching as a tired smile formed on his face.
“Are you okay?” You asked, caressing his cheek, kissing his eyes, nose, and lips softly.
“Perfect.” He responded, both of you getting ready for bed and curling into each other’s arms.
Spot Conlon, king of Brooklyn. The name had power behind it. Any newsie that heard the name was instantly filled with fear. Every newsie in the Brooklyn lodging house felt lucky to have Spot as their leader. Everyone would love to get the respect of their leader, almost kissing the ground he walked on just to get his attention. At only five foot four this newsie struck fear in all of New York, but only one person knew the real Spot. You.
The second you’d joined the Brooklyn newsies Spot couldn’t stop staining. To everyone’s surprise Spot had offered you to sleep on his bunk. It had made all of the newsies admire you, no one had ever been allowed anywhere near Spot’s things unless it was absolutely necessary. At first you didn’t understand the power Spot had behind his name, he’d acted extremely nice and sweet to you when you had joined, and still did if the both of you were alone.
It was obvious that Spot was only tough to keep up his reputation, you couldn’t remember all the times he’d poured his heart out to you at night, and the first time you’d kissed. It had caught you by surprise. Spot liking you wasn’t something anyone would have thought was possible, newsies always tried flirting their way into selling papers, but with Spot it was different. Once the both of you were together, you had understood why. Spot wanting to assert a somewhat more predominant role in the Brooklyn lodging house.
You didn’t mind keeping your relationship with Spot a secret. It was the reason you’d been a newsie in the first place. Only one other newsies knew, but you hadn’t said anything in fear that they would all start figuring out things with you and Spot, who was still nowhere near being ready to come out. You’d curl up next to each other at night, sometimes talking about where you wanted to go once you couldn’t be newsies anymore. Anytime a newsies knocked on your door Spot would jump so far away from you, making sure both of you were on opposite sides of the room. It didn’t bother you at first, but then you started feeling that Spot was getting distant, hardly even hanging around you until you were in the comfort of your room.
There was no doubt in your mind that he was just being cautious about the rest of the boys finding out. Spot frequently spoke about his image and how it was so hard how to keep. He didn’t want anything to change that, and he wasn’t sure how all the newsies in New York would react. You’d decided to come out to the boys first, see how it went. You would do anything for Spot, and if it meant changing lodging houses because things went south you would do it just to give him that comfort.
Everyone had taken it extremely well, some even coming out to you as well. You weren’t sure about your relationship with Spot anymore after that. You tried to coax him into it, knowing everyone in the lodging house would keep his secret if that had been what he wanted. It seemed that jealousy was the only way to get through to your boyfriend. It hadn’t been on any account of your own, but your best friend who knew there had been something going on between you and Spot. He’d gotten too close to you for Spot’s liking one day, and Spot’s need to assert his dominance kicked in.
You’d never had a kiss like this one. Spot storming over, grabbing your face in his hands and pulling you in for the roughest kiss both of you had ever shared. Your knees were weak, your body only being held up by Spot’s hold on you. Your hands held onto Spot’s shirt tightly, pulling him closer to you as he deepened the kiss. Once he pulled away you were left there standing in shock, Spot going off inside the lodging house making everyone stare at you in confusion. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this wasn’t something you had to worry about anymore.
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: “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.
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✅I do write:
Characters: Character x Reader (I prefer writing for GN Readers, but I will do Fem and Male Readers), Character x Character, or Character & Reader (Platonic/Parental Relationships)
Genres: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmate AUs.
Oneshots: Long form stories that focus on one character.
Imagines: Long form scenarios with up to 3 different characters.
Headcanons: Shorter scenarios with up to 5 different characters.
❌I do not write:
Characters: Character/Reader x OC, Yandere!Character/Reader, any sort of Minor x Adult
Genres: Anything NSFW, Matchups, or Songfics
Other: Anything explicitly describing self harm, suicide, sexual assault, abuse, torture, violence, or any subjects I decide I’m uncomfortable writing.
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Fandoms + Characters-
(More characters may be added later on!)
Black Butler: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Bardroy, Mey-Rin, Finny, Claude Faustus, Alois Trancy, Grell Sutcliff (I use she/her pronouns for her!), William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Undertaker, Joker, Dagger, Snake.
Blue Exorcist: All the Exwires, Yukio Okumura, Memphisto Pheles, Amaimon.
BNHA: All of Class 1-A, Big Three, Neito Monoma, Hitoshi Shinsou, Eraserhead, Present Mic, Hawks, Fat Gum, Sir Nighteye, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi.
Fire Force: All of Company 8, Benimaru Shinmon, Joker.
Haikyuu!!: All of Karasuno (includes coaches and managers), All of Nekoma, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotarou Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendou, Eita Semi, Tsutomu Goshiki.
HunterxHunter: Main Four, Adult Trio, All of the Phantom Troupe, Kite, Knuckle Bine.
Description: Bakugou finally asks you on a date after a year of growing to like him more and more, but the outift you’re wearing slowly becomes an issue for your night.
Description: You’re pretty sure you knew enough about Shoto Todoroki when you suddenly became his personal secretary, but you quickly learn that you were (almost) all wrong.
Description: You were just a regular, overworked pro hero and UA teacher when you met your soulmate on a late night patrol… and he’s a wanted criminal, Soulmate AU.
Description: Dabi finds himself watching a performance at some hole in the wall Cafe (literally) and, when he comes back to see it again, he meets the singer.
