A/N: This right here is the post where you will find out if requests are open or not and the rules for making a request, as well as the fandoms I write for and how I try to be as inclusive to everyone that may come across this blog.
Requests: Open
Prompt List
Master Post
State the character’s first and last name, if they don’t have a last name put which fandom they are in
Do NOT steal any of my fics or repost them somewhere else without asking me first (and if I say no, don’t go and do it anyway)
Try to be nice and polite to anyone who visits this blog
I will retain my right to say no to a request if I feel like I can’t write it
Try to be clear when requesting, I don’t want to write something that is completely differing to what you wanted
It could take some time to get requests finished, but I will try my hardest, please me patient
The fandoms I write for might change, I am writing for a lot of them, but I will try to expand it and not diminish it
The Fandoms I Write For Are:
Merlin
Riverdale
The Originals
The Vampire Diaries
Marvel (including x-men)
The Chronicles of Narnia
Harry Potter
Descendants
Z-O-M-B-I-E-S
Maze Runner
Teen Wolf
Supernatural
The Umbrella Academy
Star Wars
Peaky Blinders
Vikings
Stranger Things
Shadowhunters // Mortal Instruments
Thank you for your support, as just knowing someone reads these, is amazing.
Word Count: 1087
Summary: the important parts of your life with James. Paper Rings by Taylor Swift
Warnings: none, mention of drugs/alcohol
Pairing: James Potter x Reader
Requested: I have been gone a long, long time ..., and I can't promise a definite return, but I am back for this fic at least ...
The moon is high
Like your friends were the night we first met
Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet
Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed
James had been one of the best Chasers for the Gryffindor Team that Hogwarts had seen in a long time. And he knew it. Constantly showing off to any girl that breathed in his direction, but he only seemed to grant one with his attention. Lily Evans.
She was perfect. Flaming red hair; bright emerald eyes; and a brilliant mind to boot. Everyone with eyes wanted her.
Now, you too were brilliant, you had amazing friends - you were even friends with Lily herself - but your only flaw (according to yourself anyway),was that you were in love with James Potter. A bully, a prankster.
Now, however, he was merely a dazed drunk. Standing in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, surrounded by a chanting crowd. In his hand was another Butterbeer, Sirius had been passing them to him since he had stumbled into the Common Room.
Remus and Peter, his other two friends, were off in a corner, they were quieter than the other two, and mainly chose to stay out of the chaos that followed James and Sirius, even if Remus was the brains behind a lot of the pranks they did.
You too were sitting off in a corner, avoiding the crowd, staring at the back of James’ head with despair. When suddenly a presence to your left broke you from your internal self pity, that, and the unrecognisable stink that appeared.
“Hey.” Looking into Remus’ bloodshot eyes immediately gave away what was wrong with him.
“Really?”
“Sirius bought s’me,” his words slurred together. Looking over your friend’s shoulder, you spotted Peter in a similar state, with a grinning Sirius stabilising him as he swayed.
“I thought you hated the stuff?”
“Well, I’m not sure anym’ore,” he mumbled. Sucking in a deep breath, he stared into your eyes with an intensity you were unfamiliar with, “may- maybe, a little.”
“Rem?”
“I want to go to bed,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly, slumping into the seat next to you.
Staring down at the slumped figure of Remus, who was quickly falling asleep in that position. You tore your attention to where you had last seen Sirius and Peter, only to find them both gone. Figuring that Sirius had dragged Peter to their dorm room, you looked across to where you could hear James.
“James!” Yelling over the noise was difficult, your voice basically drowned out by the happy cheers. Thankfully, he must have just heard your yell, as you could see his eyes trail over everyone before landing on you and Remus.
Smiling at the girl he was talking up, he hurried over to you, staring down at the now sleeping Remus. Sending you a confused look, he poked his friend’s shoulder - it must have been hard as Remus’ head lolled to the side, however he did not stir.
“Sirius and his ‘treats’.”
“Well, help me get him up to our dorm.”
Lugging a basically full grown man up the tight, twisting stairs of Gryffindor tower with James and you on either side was more difficult than you had originally thought when you proposed the idea.
“Thanks.” He whispered standing opposite you. Peter, Sirius and Remus fast asleep in their beds, snoring loudly making you wonder how any of them slept soundly.
“No problem,” you smiled back.
The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the streetCat and mouse for a month or two or threeNow I wake up in the night and watch you breathe
You had spent many sleepless nights worrying, now they all appeared worth it. The countless afternoons crying over the feeling of worthlessness seemed silly compared to this moment in time.
His arms were around your waist, tightening and relaxing sporadically, you smiled at the feeling. The dark room not betraying the adoring look in your eyes.
You felt your boyfriend snuggle closer to your back, blowing out a puff of air into the back of your neck. His chest rising and falling with each breath he drew.
“James.” Your whisper barely disturbed the air, but it earned a tired murmur from the man next to you. “I love you.”
The only response you got was a snore, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like you hadn’t said those 3 words to each other before.
(Ayy)
Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (oh)
Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright (uh)
Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life (one, two, one, two, three, four)
“I love you.” It was mumbled into your neck. Both of you were laid down on a picnic blanket in a park not far from your shared home. Sirius, Remus and Peter were also there, but they were presently messing around with the football that James had bought with you.
“I know,” you giggled, fighting against James as he moved to tickle you.
“No, I mean it,” he sighed deeply, leaning on his side so he was slightly hovering over you. “I love you, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without you.”
The seriousness in his voice was what worried you in that moment, you can’t remember a time when James had ever been so serious as he was now. Even when arguing, there had always been a teasing lilt.
“Will you marry me?”
I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh-huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this
Uh-huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want
In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
Oh, you're the one I want
You now stood, donned in white, in front of all your friends and family. James in front of you, glasses pushed up on his nose as he stared at you in adornment.
You had laughed at the red blush that spread across his cheeks when Sirius had mumbled to close his mouth.
When you got to exchanging your vows, you found yourself struggling to withhold the tears from falling as you gazed at your fiance. You both had chosen to write your own, and as his words gracefully fell from his smiling lips, you prayed that you didn't blunder when it got to you.
“I like shiny things, but I would marry you with paper rings …”
Hey, could you do prompt 18 from the fluff list for moon knight? Love your writing!
To Love The Mercenary
Word Count: 475
Summary: Exploring one of Egypt's Pyramids with your mercenary boyfriend, while being hunted by some bad guys + using fluff 18. "I love you. I really do. But, by golly, if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to kill you."
Warnings: Marc, being tracked by bad guys, doesn't follow the show (what's so far of it)
Pairings: Marc Spector x Reader
A/N: I feel like this isn't as good as the others, but I wanted to try and write some for Marc.
You were in Egypt. In one of the Great Pyramids, trying to find something that your boyfriend was sent to retrieve. As well as trying to outrun some of his own pursuers.
“Keep close.” Was the only thing he told you before you both entered the Pyramid. And now, you were walking just behind him, stepping lightly to not make too much noise, while simultaneously struggling to breathe through the moisture that was hanging in the air and clinging to your skin.
The handcrafted torch Marc was holding, was the only source of light you had between the of both you, and it barely lit up the dank and dark stone passageway you were passing through. The feeling of foreboding had doubled since you had entered and was now crawling around in your gut.
The rippling effect the light made as it fell onto the walls was eerie, causing you to pause just slightly, as your eyes landed on the markings and inscriptions that were scribed into the wall. But you had stopped for too long, and Marc had continued down the passageway, his large steps causing the distance to increase the more you stayed still.
The quietness that surrounded you broke you from your stupor, and you realised that you were alone. In the dark. Possibly surrounded by hidden traps and other dangers.
Trying not to panic, you quickly and carefully followed the passageway down to where you think you had seen Marc go. However, when it opened up into a small room, there was no torch light to be seen, nor was there a silhouette of your boyfriend. You were very much alone and lost.
“Marc!” it was probably the stupidest thing you could have done in this predicament. You had no idea how far away Marc was, or how close his pursuers were. You could be died, by the time Marc found you, by months. “Marc! Marc!”
You were walking down every passageway you could find, calling his name. holding your breath when you thought you heard someone, or something, move. You dreaded being holed up in this winding, maze of tunnels and passageways anymore. When and if you were to find Marc, or he found you, you were going to slap him for even thinking of allowing you to go on this trip with him.
“Marc! Gosh, I need to install a tracking device on you.”
Suddenly heat spread from your back as a body pressed against yours from behind, and a dust and dirt caked hand came over your mouth.
“I love you. I really do.” His warm breath tickled your ear, as he whispered into it. “But, by golly, if you don’t shut your mouth, I’m going to kill you.”
“Hello to you too, big guy.”
“No, I really mean it; be quiet. Those guys are around here somewhere.”
Comforting Steven Grant when he's not "himself" in the middle of the night
Black as Pitch
Word Count: 448
Summary: Reader thinks they're trying to comfort Steven.
Warnings: none
Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader
A/N: sorry, this has taken a long time to come out, I kind of lost inspiration for it for a while. Also, this isn't exactly what was requested,
It was dark outside. Not even the street lights could fight off the pitch black and illuminate the street below. It was an odd time for you to wake up, you had never woken up this early before. Even when sharing a bed with Steven.
However, it didn’t take long for you to quickly realise why you had been abruptly woken. Steven was sitting up next to you, his shoulders rising and falling with every heavy breath. You could just see his outline in the dark, he was just sitting there, doing nothing. He wasn’t screaming in terror or making a dash from the bed.
“Steven,” your voice was distorted from sleep, and you were afraid that the sudden noise would startle him.
But you weren’t entirely sure he had heard you, as he remained sitting there, unmoving. Sitting up, you leaned closer to his body, the heat radiating from him was welcome in the cold loft.
You were about grad his arm and say his name again, when Steven made a noise of acknowledgement.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” he sounded distant, like he was far away from here. Far away from sitting in his bed, in his apartment. “Why are you up?”
There was something off about him. Don’t get me wrong, Steven was weird at the best of times, but this was different to Steven’s normal weird. It almost felt like you were sharing a bed with another person.
“You weren’t lying with me.” You stared at Steven’s side profile, you could hardly see his face, he was hunched over slightly, tilting his face away slightly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes.”
The firmness of his reply shocked you. Steven had never spoken this way to you, he was too soft spoken even when he was frustrated.
“Sorry,” Steven shook his head, bringing his hand up to rub tiredly over his face. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired, haven’t been getting much sleep.”
“I know,” you were carefully thinking over your words, making sure that non could come off as demeaning or threatening. “Steven, we talked about this, I’ll always be there for you. Even if, it’s in the middle of the night, and I have the morning shift at work tomorrow. Ok?”
Steven nodded his head. Sighing, he laid back down, pulling you by the arm to lie with him. Your head rested above his heart, and you inhaled deeply, a musky smell filled your nose, it was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. You shook off the thought, snuggling closer to his body, enjoying the feeling of Steven pulling you closer and holding onto you, almost like he was afraid you would disappear into the pitch black night.
That Marc Spector fic was really good- 🥺 Could I request a fic for him as well but with prompt 10 from the fluff list? “ "Don't go, stay just a few more minutes." Thank you in advance!!
This Morning
There were no gifs to represent this fic, so here's scared Steven in an elevator
Word Count: 458 (bit on the shorter side)
Summary: A peaceful morning with the one you love + using 10. "Don't go, stay for a few more minutes"
Warnings: none (I think), Steven might be OC (we don't have much personality-wise for either Marc, and Steven just seems jumpy)
Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader
A/N: posting this has been a nightmare, 1st and 2nd it didn't show up in tags (I had to turn the original post into a redirect to the new one), but then I thought it showed up in tags, so I changed it back to this post originally being the fic, but then it didn't save ...
Mornings were a curse to you, especially when you had worked the night shift. Normally you were able to sleep through to noon, but today sleep just seemed to evade you. Usually, it was your boyfriend who failed to sleep through the night, scared of the terrors which he claimed were out to get him, but for once, he seemed to have finally slept peacefully through the night, and he hopefully wouldn’t wake up and run from the bed in a fit of fear like last time.
Steven’s arms were wrapped tightly around your body, a habit he had picked up when you had moved in with him. He would always tell you he felt like you were in the safest place when he was able to wrap you up in his arms.
But right now, you were busting to go to the toilet, and having his arms wound around you, stopping you from escaping the bed was becoming more of a hinderance more than ever.
Wiggling around, you were able to successfully pull yourself from his embrace, however as soon as you were about to quietly slide out, Steven’s hand lazily grabbed your arm, stopping you from moving any further.
“Don’t go,” his gruff morning voice was a nice addition to the peaceful quiet of your apartment. “Stay just a few more minutes.”
“I have to go to the toilet,” you smiled down at your still sleepy boyfriend.
“I don’t care,” he defiantly shook his head, pulling you by your arm back into the bed, once again wrapping you in his arms, caging you in.
“You know I got out your arms before, I can do it again,” you laid your head on his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing and the soft thump of his heart creating a soothing song to your ears.
“Mmhmm,” he mumbled, tucking your head under his chin. “No, you’ll never get away from me.”
Swiftly you pulled yourself from him again, this time not allowing him to get anywhere near you to pull you back. Walking to the bathroom, you chuckled at his soft whines.
Returning from the bathroom, you were going to make your way back to bed, but Steven was no longer there, causing you to look around the apartment in confusion.
“Steven?” Your call was left unanswered. Looking into the kitchen you couldn’t spot your boyfriend making
“Boo!” Yelping, you turned and wacked Steven’s arm before pulling the laughing man in for a hug, where you buried yourself into his chest. You could feel Steven’s big smile as he hugged you back, face pressed into your neck.
“I hate you.”
“Love you too.” He whispered into your hair, pressing kisses to the crown of your head.
Joining the Fight Against the White Witch
Becoming the next King/Queen
Sheltering small animals in your home
Being the White Witch’s half-sister
Professor Kirke’s niece
Descendants
Maleficent and Descendants Crossover
Alternate + 2
Maleficent and co. end up in Auradon
Harry Potter
Being Lily’s sister and dating Sirius Black
Being Sorted into Slytherin, but you’re a Muggleborn
Being a Muggleborn witch and neighbouring Harry and the Dursleys
Being Draco's older sister
To Watch You Go
Remus Lupin x Reader, Angst
Paper Rings
James Potter, fluff
Marvel
Hydra being after you, a Werewolf
Having the power of all the Infinity stones
Being made to watch Hydra experiment on People
Being Nick Fury’s niece and growing up hearing stories about Carol Danvers
Being a normal civilian and dating Steve when Thanos attacks
Helping Bucky
Hydra taking you, Howard’s sister and Bucky’s girlfriend
Going undercover at Peter’s school, because Tony wants more information about Spider-man
Peter Parker tutoring you
Bonding with Dr. Strange while practising magic
Locked like a Fortress, but I Love You Anyway
Steven Grant x Reader, Angst + (Smidge of) Fluff
This Morning
Steven Grant x Reader, Fluff
Black as Pitch
Steven Grant x Reader + Marc Spector x Reader, Fluff + Angst (a little) + otherwise pretty neutral
The Maze Runner
Newt looking at you like
Falling in love with Thomas but he doesn't notice
The Creator's not properly wiping your memory
Merlin
Nothing Yet :(
Peaky Blinders
Congratulations
Thomas Shelby x Reader, Angst
Riverdale
Being a Blossom sibling
Charles having a twin
Being a Riverdale parent
Being attacked by Ghoulies and the Serpents save you
Helping Jughead with his novel
Being Hiram Lodge's estranged sister
Star Wars
Nothing Yet :(
Supernatural
Being Crowley's Child
Having the ability of everything you say coming true
Being an old uni friend of Sam's
Being Bobby's daughter and being engaged to Sam
Being a normal human, but being able to read the tablets
Teen Wolf
Being a Vampire in Beacon Hills
Being Theo sister and he gets the Dread Doctors to change you
Being the only one Stiles trusts with his Jeep
The Umbrella Academy
Working for the Handler
The Vampire Diaries / Originals / Legacies
Dying in Stefan's arms
Being a Werewolf from Beacon Hills
Being in a love square with Klaus, Elijah, Stefan and Damon
Being a Donovan sibling
Having blackmail material over your friends
Vikings
Ragnar having a wife before Lagertha + Part 2
Ragnar remembering you
Through Innocent Eyes
Hvitserk x Reader, Fluff
I saw that you opened Moon Knight requests and I ran to your askbox- if you wouldn’t mind, could I request #5 of the prompt list: "Wish me luck. Wait, I don't need luck -- I have you." With Marc Spector/Stevan Grant?
Locked like a Fortress, but I Love You Anyway
Word Count: 775
Summary: You love Steven, and it's hard watching someone you love go through dark times + using 5. "Wish me luck. Wait, I don't need luck -- I have you."
Warnings: Sleeping Disorder, Chains and locking up, dissociative identity disorder (but I don't actually talk about it)
Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader
Laying on your back, you stared unseeing at the ceiling, next to you laid your partner, Steven Grant, his wild locks of dark brown hair strewn across the pillow in his struggle to outrun his demons. Now, he was still and his normally worried face was smoothed out.
The quiet and peacefulness of the apartment was only broken by the ticking out the clock and Steven’s sleeping app.
Huffing, you turned over to face Steven, sleep was begging you to take it and run, to fall into the unconscious lands that Steven tried so distraughtly to stay away from. Watching the man’s chest rise and fall with every breathe he took, you guessed yourself lucky that he allowed you to see him like this, at his most vulnerable.
You knew of his fears about what happened at night. Of what he thought he did at night. How he would go to sleep without injury, then wake up the next morning, bruises and cuts along his body. How he grew more and more paranoid as the nights passed.
It got so bad that he eventually brought home a chain, padlock and a bag of sand (which you soon learned he was going to use to create a line around the end of the bed), he even hired a locksmith to install your front door with two extra locks.
Now every night he goes through his schedule of fixing the line of sand at the end of the bed, bolting and chaining the door with the locks, placing a piece of tape over the crack, before finally he put the chain around his ankle and padlocked it shut, making sure to dial the numbers every which way.
It was slowly getting to you, this madness. His constant worry that someone was following him, that he was unsafe. It was getting too much at times, and you slowly started to ask yourself whether or not you were in a safe environment at all.
The sun slowly peeked through the window, lighting up your apartment, and making you realise that you were going to be working on only a couple hours of sleep today. You could hear the coffee machine calling your name.
Quietly getting up from the bed, you avoided stepping in the sand as you made your way to the kitchen, and turning on the coffee machine. The noise of grating coffee beans sounded like a band and you silently cursed the fangled thing, peeking over to a still sleeping Steven.
The wait for your daily dose of sunshine didn’t take long, and before the clock could tell you it was 7 o’clock, you already had your mug cupped in your cold hands.
With a gasp, Steven bolted up from the bed, he seemed like he was in a trance, running from the bed like he was being chased. However, with his ankle still chained to the post, he didn’t make it far, and ended up falling to the floor, gasping for air.
“Steven!” you placed your coffee to the side, rushing over to the man, kneeling beside him to check if he was alright or not.
“Mmhm.”
“Let me unlock you.”
Running over to the post, you quickly slot the correct numbers in and pulled the padlock off the chain, allowing Steven to relax his leg from being held in an awkward position.
“Come on,” helping Steven up, you quickly brought the still sleepy and stunned man to sit in one of the dining chairs, passing him your mug of coffee, as a way to try and centre him.
“Again?” he didn’t need to elaborate, and you solemnly nodded you head in understanding.
“You sure you don’t want to see someone about it?”
“No.”
The short conversation drifted off, leaving you to make yourself another cup of coffee, while keeping a watchful eye on a still dazed Steven, who was slowly sipping from your first drink. Eventually, he seemed fine enough to get up and have some of the toast you had prepared, before getting ready for work.
“How’s what’s-her-face?”
“Donna?” Steven asked, slowly pulling on his jacket, thinking about the obsessed and irritating woman. You nodded. “Why?”
“You think you’ll be fine today?”
“Well, wish me luck,” Steven sighed, glancing over to the clock, rushing to pull his bag from its place on the table, and finish packing his stuff in it, while simultaneously trying to finish his food.
“Good—” you were cut off, by a kiss being quickly pressed to your lips.
“Wait, I don’t need luck – I have you.”
Before you could say anything in reply, Steven was already out the door.
I hate not having a cinema in my home town. But now that Eternals is on Disney Plus, and I somewhat know what happens in No Way Home (I don't think that will end up on Disney Plus tho). As well as the trailer release of Moon Knight, I will also be doing requests for Marc Spector/Steven Grant, (I'm actually very excited for this show!).
In other words, I'm in a Marvel mood. So, my requests are OPEN !!
Word Count: 723
Summary: Fluff Prompt 14 - "My family thinks we're dating"
Warnings: Fem!reader, reader is a mother, I feel like this is awkward (I think I just struggle with writing authentic romantic convos)
Pairing: Hvitserk x Fem!reader
Requested: @shit-i-say-shit-i-think
Kattegat was very busy this time of day. Vikings from all over were coming in to browse the marketplace and barter away their treasures from past raids. You stood at your family’s small stall, shouting at the crowd to try and get their attention to at least come and look at what was for sale. You held your son to your hip, his big blue eyes cast around the area, watching the Vikings and peering down to what they themselves were looking to buy. He was only 2 and yet so curious for what nature had to offer, but refused to leave your side, even when your mother tried to take him from you for his lunch.
“Ohh!” his exclamation was quiet amongst the rowdy bunch of Vikings, but you heard his screech of excitement clearly, that paired with him pointing out into the crowd was enough for you to know what, or who, he had seen.
Your assumption was proven correct when you saw the Viking of the hour smugly making his way to you, his braided hair thrown over his shoulder. The crowd parted for him, allowing him to get straight to your stall without a problem.
“Prince Hvitserk,” you greeted him, his title rolling off your tongue smoothly, but your attention was more focused on the excited, wriggling mass trying to escape your hold.
“Serkie,” your son clapped at Hvitserk, throwing more power behind his struggle to leave your arms.
“(Y/S/N),” you chastised him, holding onto him tighter so you didn’t drop him.
“Evening,” his tone was filled with amusement as he stood in front of your stall, gaze flickering between you two and the assortment of items on display.
He stood there for a while longer, a cheeky smile growing on his face, before he moved to take the still struggling toddler from your arms. Immediately your felt your arm felt lighter and the blood start to rush back.
“When can you get off?” his question didn’t surprise you, every time you manned the stall, he always seemed to appear and steal you away. By now, your parents expect him to be at your stall at some time during the day, waiting for you to get off or for them to let you go.
“Prince Hvitserk,” your mother’s voice called from street, in her hand she cradled another basket of items to be sold. “Here for my daughter again?”
“Aren’t I always.”
“Better get going then,” your father said from behind you, making you turn to face him, his face was stoic, but you could see the teasing glint in his crinkled eyes.
Moving from out behind the stall, you joined Hvitserk’s side, waiting for him to finish talking with your mother before you started to make your way to the small path leading to where Hvitserk and his brothers practised.
Watching (Y/S/N) fuss in Hvitserk’s arms, you smiled as he pointed out things to your son, who responded with amazement and excitement. Setting (Y/S/N) down onto the ground, Hvitserk, kept a comforting hand on his head. Glancing behind you, you caught sight of your father watching you from where he stood beside your mother, who was also casting glances your way but being more subtlety.
“How’s your sister?” Hvitserk’s voice broke you out of your reverence.
“She’s doing ok, expecting another baby,” you shrugged.
“What’s this? Number five?” Hvitserk jested, causing you to roll your eyes and try to conceal your smirk.
“Three.”
Your conversation drifted from topic to topic as you continued to walk, (Y/S/N) toddling between the both of you, sometimes stumbling over his own feet. You all stopped when your son squatted near the edge of the path, his wide eyes ogling the insects and beetles on the ground.
“My family thinks we’re dating,” you mused while staring lovingly down at your son, Hvitserk laughed, throwing his head back.
“Of course,” his laughter died to chuckling.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve been asking you to go for a walk for me for months,” he shook his head, smile growing bigger, causing the corner of his eyes to wrinkle.
“Oh,” you trailed off, heat spread over the back of your neck. “Well …”
“So, if you would, I’d like for us to –”
“Yes,” you cut him off, pulling the equally embarrassed Viking into a kiss.
May I please have number 14 from the fluff prompt? "My family thinks we are dating." For either Ivar or Hvitserk from Vikings with a single mom? If not, that's completely okay! :)
Thank you for requesting! I am so sorry this took me so long, I struggled with the dialogue, and even then the dialogue still doesn't feel right ...
Word Count: 632
Summary: The reader deals with everything falling in around them, but when Remus comes, they just push him away.
Warnings: mentions of death, abandonment, harry being orphaned, basically everything that happened because Voldy killed the Potters.
Pairing: Remus Lupin x GN!reader
Requested: @kayjay5
The wizarding war was over. The Potters were dead. Harry was now an orphan and living with his aunt and uncle. Sirius was going to Azkaban. There was nothing you could do about it. Any of it.
You were sitting, alone, on the quiet beach that was outside your house. It was now, more than ever, that you wondered why you had chosen to live so far away from your friends. So far out of reach, so far from being able to help them. Maybe you were selfish, wanting to protect yourself before even thinking about protecting your friends – your family.
At least the sea seemed to understand you. It too appeared empty at first glance but the more someone looked, the more waves and secrets they could see. The setting sun’s vibrant orange suddenly stained your sight, marring the calm blue waves with cracks of colour.
They appeared melancholy in your state of mind and you started to hate it. Started to hate the world. Why did it continue to move when your’s had stopped? Your mind drifted to the unpainted walls of your house, you no longer wanted them to the deepest orange, the same as the sun, you wanted them grey; boring and sad. Plain, like you were promising you were going to be now.
It seemed like the sky was listening to your inner turmoil, clouds materialised, obstructing the sun and blocking the colours from gazing down on your miserable body. The sky empathised with your emotions and it started to cry. They fell hard and fast, quickly drenching your figure and hiding your own tears.
Your joints felt stiff for sitting out there for so long, ignoring the beating sun, as it tried to convince you to escape inside and never came back out. You had ignored the seagulls accumulating around you and the whales that were migrating out on the horizon. But the rain seemed to wake you. Giving you the strength to stand, feet sinking further into the sand, and start making your way home.
You were shivering by the time you reached your veranda, your clothes sticking to your skin, but your tears had stopped. Your feet ached as you stepped onto the split wood, hands stretched out to run along the banisters.
You were almost to your door when the sound of your name stopped you. The voice of the man you loved sounded behind you, almost drowned out by the rain. Turning around, your eyes locked on the soaked figure of the Werewolf, he looked as bad as you felt, a pang of guilt shot through you, it was the full moon last night.
“What are you doing here, Remus?”
“I’ve come to see you,” his face was set in concern, eyes darting around your sunken face, eyebags basically jumping out at him.
“Why?” you honestly replied exasperatedly, furrowing your brows at him, lost at the reason he bothered to show up now.
“James and Lily are gone –”
“I know!” you snapped, “it’s not like everyone in the whole wizarding world doesn’t know.”
Remus stared at you, eyes conveying nothing but sadness and regret. He stepped forward, out of the rain and closer to you.
“How can I help?” his voice broke, looking down at you.
“Let me go,” your words pierced felt like shards scrapping at your throat as soon as the words passed your lips. Remus’s face fell, the hopeless look carved out a crevice in your heart. “It’s alright, just let me go.”
Remus’ nod was subtle before he awkwardly turned to leave, breaking eye contact as well as breaking your heart even more. You watched as he left, like everyone else. But this time you hoped you could this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.
Hey! I seen your requests are open and I was hoping you could do marauders (Remus, Sirius and James) x reader thing with the prompt “Let me go. It's alright, just let me go." It could be anything! If that’s okay with you, hope you’re having a good day 💕
Thank you for your request! I hope your day is going well too 💚
"A day has not gone by, that I have not regretted letting you go."
"Let me go. It's alright, just let me go."
"You bastard! You moron!"
"Leave me alone, leave me alone!"
"They were lying on the floor. Blood all around them. It was like A nightmare that I couldn't wake up from."
"Life's a bitch - wait, no, what are you doing?"
"Oh my god! You punch like a limp seasponge!"
"They're the best. Well, better than you ever were."
"My nose is bleeding! For no reason! Why?!"
"You're not dying, you're not. I don't let that happen."
"We are going to die!"
"You're almost out of time, best hurry before your luck runs out."
"That was a rhetorical question. You're always doing something stupid."
"You never hurt me before. Why now?"
"Was that supposed to hurt?"
"Everyone I care about is gone. My entire family is dead. So, I'm helping yours."
"Get away from me. Get the hell away from me!"
"I hate how you have to do this."
"Stay for me."
Fluff
"No! You're doing it wrong!"
"That could be us one day."
"Sitting by the beach, in our own Vila, wouldn't that be amazing?"
"I wish I could stay here forever. You?" - "With you, I would stay in the dump."
"Wish me luck. Wait, I don't need luck -- I have you."
"Add 125g of sugar. I said sugar, not salt! Geese, your gonna kill us all."
"I, um ... I'm, uhh ... makin' a cake?"
"Together we're a slytherpuff."
"Wow. You need glasses you old man."
"Don't go, stay just a few more minutes."
"Stay safe." - "No shit."
"Save me. I'm dying to know you."
"My knight in shining armour, come to save your Dragon?"
"My family thinks we're dating."
"This is where you kiss me."
"Baby, be my fantastic, forever, ever after."
"You are a handful, I guess that's why I'm always attracted to new bags."
"I love you. I really do. But, by golly, if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to kill you."
General
"I'm starting to worry for your mental state. I mean, I have just outsmarted one of your longest running enemies. When you've been galavanting around for 12 years."
"I don't pick sides." - "Really, so that's why you're ...?" - "Did I say I don't pick sides, oops, I mean i don't pick your side."
"Never thought I'd see your hand down a dragon's mouth." "Not surprised your hands down it's mouth."
"Your apathetic expression is the same for when you are awake and when you are asleep. Of course, I don't notice the difference."
"You couldn't have punched him harder and given him brain damage, could you?"
'Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. Today we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones. Get them back.'
Amongst the heroes and the fallen angels, you stood, doned in the white suit that was equipped for what you were about to do.
'One round trip each. No mistakes ...no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Br careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives ... and we're gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.
Steve's speech echoed in your head. What you were attempting was stupid, you had expressed your idea when it was first brought up. But now, you were willing to do anything to return your life, and the lives of others, back to how it was before Thonas had snapped his fingers.
He destroyed many lives. Left many people broken. Left the world in shables. Hardly anyone could seemed able to cope. You didn't.
'See ya in a minute.'
You heard Natasha. Loud and clear. She was standing next to you. Creating a bubble of feeble security that would be shattered in less than a minute. You didn't feel safe. Something was wrong. A churning in your gut told you that.
The plateform you and your team stood om flashed from the reflection of the bright plates above you.
Swallowing thickly, you prepared yourself, you were to accompany Bruce to find the Mind Stone.
The helmet of the suit enclosed your head, the visor obstructed your vision of just a moment as it emerged.
The floor flashed a golden orange - and you were gone.
Jughead: Our Story is about a town. A small town. And the poeple of live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe. Decent. Innocent. Get closer, though, and you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of out town is Riverdale. And our story begins, I guess ... with what the Blossom twins did this summer. On the fourth of July, just after dawn Jason and Cheryl Blossom drove out to Sweetwater River for an early morning boat ride.
Y/N: The next thing we know happened for sure is that Dilton Doiley, who was leading Riverdale's Boy Scout Troop on a bird-watching expedition, came upon Cheryl sitting by the river's edge.
Jughead: Riverdale Police dragged Sweetwater River for Jason's body but never found it.
Y/N: So a week later the Blossom family burried an empty casket and Jason's death was ruled as an accident as the story Cheryl told made the rounds. That Cheryl dropped a glove in the water and Jason reached down to get it. And accidently tipped the boat. And panicked. And drowned. As for us, we were still talking about the July 4th tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader, mention of the Shelby Family
Summary: (Y/N) is a witch, engaged to Thomas Shelby, she hides her powers from everyone, as is stated in the Status of Secrecy, that was until she learnt she was pregnant, and with a strong chance the baby would have magical abilities too, well, couldn’t hide it forever.
Warnings: she/her pronouns, angst, swear words, Tommy is a dick
Author’s Note: their is no Grace or Lizzie in this, it is strictly a Tommy and reader, or (Y/N), fic. Also, kind of wanting to do a part 2 ...
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me!” an aggravated shout resonated around the brightly light Arrow House, making the maids cower in their respected rooms of work and for the dogs outside to kick up a ruckus. “What? Where you just going to keep it a secret until ... what?”
“No,” (Y/N) was on the verge of crying, she had kept her secret for so long, understanding that it was dangerous for people to know, not her soon-to-be-husband, and definitely not anyone in the Shelby family. But now she desperately needed him to listen because now there was no hiding what she was. “I need to tell you. Tommy, please, just listen.”
The weather that morning had been warm and sunny, evoking happiness and contentment from everyone. The complete opposite of how (Y/N) had felt, sitting alone in Arrow House, waiting for her fiancé to return from the Betting Shop. Her palms sweaty and her eyes conveying just how much worry and fear she had pent up in her body.
Just like every other day, Thomas Shelby had left just as the sun started to rise, kissing a sleeping (Y/N) on the forehead, before he finally left for the shop. And, just like ever other day, he normally returned home well into the night, just barely getting to see (Y/N) before she tucked herself away under the covers of their shared bed. He promised though, this time he would be back early.
He did. He returned home earlier than normal; he had dinner with (Y/N) and they both retired into the living room, a cigarette and glass of whiskey in his hand and a book in hers. This was when Tommy finally decided to confront her about her secret and then the conversation escalated into a fight.
(Y/N) hadn’t known he had seen her cleaning up their room, her intricately carved wand in her hand
“Why didn’t you say anything then?”
“This isn’t about that, it’s about why you didn’t tell me,” Tommy was staring at (Y/N) with his frost blue irises that seemed to only grow colder the more he looked at her.
“I was going to tell you,” she tried desperately, looking from his eyes to her hands that were clutching each other in her lap.
“When?”
(Y/N) didn’t know what to say to that. She was planning on telling him, just sometimes, and, preferably when she was comfortable in telling him. However, her plan went down the drain when Tommy had asked her about what he saw.
“You weren’t.”
“No,” (Y/N) voice was stern, cutting through the mounting disappointment that seemed to be radiating from Tommy to herself. It was the first time in the entire fight were she had put her foot down, not allowing him into guilt-tripping her into submission to his views or that he was always right.
“No?” he repeated her, his eyebrows raising in surprise as her attitude to the topic did a whole 180.
“That’s right, Tommy,” (Y/N) spat his name, it could have been that he was really starting to hit home or it could have been the hormones, either way, she wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand, not now, not ever again. “I was going to tell you, do you know why, Tommy?”
“I’m sitting here, waiting,” he drawled, taking a lazy drag of his second cigarette.
“I’m pregnant.”
Her sentence seemed to still him, his movements stalling from raising the glass to his lips, his eyes remained on her face, however (Y/N) could tell, from the fact that the coldness was no longer present, that he wasn’t really watching her. He was off in his own little word, trying to discern the information.
“You’re engaged to pregnant witch, congratulations, Thomas.”
