THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.
Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?
What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?
Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.
Warnings: Implications of Smut, Protective Miguel, Flirting, Fluff, FLUFF, Size Difference, Petite Reader, Implied Size Kink, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.
Miguel LIVES to make you flustered.
He jumps at the opportunity to trap you against a wall or in a corner, using his height and his frame to block you in, his arm leaned above your head, his eyes red, bearing down on you.
He towers over you, his shadow encompassing your smaller frame as he tells you what he plans on doing to you once you get home.
He used to be really insecure about his body – namely his shoulders – because he thought he looked disproportionate. Wrong.
But, after you showed him love, compassion, and unconditional appreciation for all that he is, he learns to love them. And all because you always tell him how wide and handsome he is, how safe you feel whenever he’s around.
He adores how small you are; he feels like he can keep you safe just by wrapping himself around you.
Yes, he is the big spoon (most of the time). This is non-negotiable.
He just curls around you like a shell and holds your back to his chest, revelling in how small you feel in his arms, how you snuggle into him and make him feel warm. Alive.
Miguel melts whenever you get up onto his shoulders – it makes him feel strong and useful. Especially if it’s to reach something that's just too far away to reach.
Admittedly, he does like to tease you about your height.
He’ll hold whatever coveted item you’re questing for above his head, his chest fluttering at the feeling of you leaning into him, frantic in your reach for your conquest.
“Hmm…I may be able to help you out here,” he says, looking down at you, eyes gleaming with an idea.
“But, it’s gonna cost you.”
You sigh, clamber down from him and cross your arms. You huff. “Fine,” you say. “What?”
Miguel gives you a look – the look – an eyebrow cocked, his lips pouted ever so slightly.
You can’t hide your smile and oblige his silent request.
As you press a soft kiss to his lips, you both know where this is going. Especially when he’s pressing his lips to yours with a feverish fervour, his front to yours, something catching your hip.
And, as your favourite mug lays abandoned on the kitchen counter, you and Miguel continue your little game – your compromise – in the bedroom.
Miguel loves having you up on his shoulders and will look for any given chance to do so.
“Aww, did you miss me, or are you just missing the feeling of my thighs around your face?” you say. Joking, of course. The crinkle around your eyes says it all.
Miguel smiles. Smirks. His hands come to rest on your waist.
“Oh, I don’t need an excuse for that.” He squeezes you, lowering his head until his mouth is to your ear. “Not when you begged me to do it last night. Bet you can still see the marks where I had to hold you down all night long–”
He’s also scared of how fragile you look, though.
If you even seem to be in the slightest danger of being knocked or pushed, he’s around you like a cloak, blocking any and all hazards from coming into contact with you.
One may call Miguel overbearing. But you just call him protective.
Then again, you don’t see the way his eyes gleam over your shoulder at whoever – or whatever – has nearly hurt you. Nor do you see them again, either.
Initially, when you were intimate for the first time, Miguel was terrified of hurting you – that he wouldn’t fit. Though, when he felt how tight you were, he almost lost every sensibility he had and nearly finished right there and then (as ashamed as he is to admit it). Now, he secretly gets off on how you whine when he stretches you out, telling him he’s “Too big – it hurts,”
It makes his chest swell and his ego bloat.
He also knows you enjoy it, too. You’ve never been very good at hiding your smiles at inopportune moments.
You have names that only you are allowed to call each other.
You call him your “Big Boy” and he calls you his “Little One”.
Anyone who has heard these nicknames – or dares use them – does not retain their hearing ability for much longer.
To Miguel, your petnames are sacred – an insignia of your relationship; of your ownership of each other.
And he exercises this sentiment over you frequently. Literally.
You fit nicely beneath Miguel when he’s working out, so whenever he’s doing press-ups he lays you beneath him and kisses you whenever he descends. And it’s you that has to tell him to keep going with the push-ups when you feel him becoming a little too invested in the kiss.
Whenever you ask him why he does this with you – especially when he can be easily distracted – he gives you a smile.
“Because you’re the only thing that can motivate me to do better. Be stronger.”
His eyes crinkle as he smiles, his fangs peaking out beneath his drawn lip.
“After all, I am your Big Boy.”
There is nothing in this universe – or any universe – that can hurt you. Not while Miguel is alive, your shadow.
And everyone knows this, too.
Though, you may just think the crowd you’re currently wading through is parting simply out of respect rather than fear.
And it is Miguel who affords you this luxury, this constant protection and adoration for whom it is you he holds. And only you.
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