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Hey! I’m the anon who sent you the 3 show Malec prompts and I wanted to thank you fro writing my first one!! I love it and I can’t wait to see what you do with the rest! 😁
Thank you so much for the prompts, I’m super excited to get around to writing the rest of them! I’m super glad you liked the first one!❤️
1. (show malec) Alec looking after Magnus after he heals Luke
2. (show malec) Protective!Alec, literally in any circumstance
3. (show malec) Magnus gets attacked and injured resulting in angry!Alec
So this happened :) Enjoy!
Alec tightens his hold on Magnus, his arm looping around the Warlocks slender waist instinctively as the older man slumps against him, Alec's leg a rigid line behind him, supporting the brunt of his weight as Magnus sags heavily. Alec's breath hitches as the Warlocks warm brown eyes peer up at him from beneath a dark fan of lashes, a haziness to his unique iris', a tired, grateful smile tugging at his glossy lips.
"I've got you", Alec rumbles, an unusual breathy quality to his deep voice as he reassures the Warlock, the shadowhunters attention focused solely on the older man laying pliant in his arms. Alec's plush lips purse in a thoughtful frown as he blinks down at the Warlock, his gaze raking over Magnus assessingly "a-are you okay?" he inquires stiltedly, concern knotting in his stomach.
Magnus' lips part, a response on the tip of his tongue as he peers up at the shadowhunter, his chest swelling with warmth as he inspects the younger man's earnest expression. "Reckon we can get a portal?" Jace's voice booms through the loft obnoxiously, the blonde leaning lazily against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at Alec, the dark-haired shadowhunter bristling as Jace rudely ignores Magnus' presence.
Magnus sighs wearily, his arms trembling as he tries to lever himself out of Alec's stabilising hold; the warlocks shocked honey brown eyes seeking out Alec's as the dark-haired Nephilims palm splays across his chest, firmly pulling Magnus back into his protective embrace. "Don't", the shadowhunter rumbles lowly, his breath puffing hotly against the shell of Magnus' ear as the Warlock rests against his chest, Alec's gaze icy as he turns away from Magnus.
Alec faces Jace with a fierce scowl, the fearsome sight causing Magnus to swallow nervously, the Warlock fighting to suppress a shiver as he gazes up at the shadowhunter. "Walk", he bites out, a dangerous edge to his hazel eyes as he glares at the blonde, Magnus looking between the duo in confusion, a frown marring his sunken features.
"But Alec-"
A low, warning growl rumbles from Alec's chest, the sound vibrating through Magnus' frame where the Warlocks pressed flush to the shadowhunters chest, "I said walk" he grinds out, his jaw twitching as he clenches it tightly, his frustration palpable as he holds Jace's gaze unwaveringly, his stern, authoritative tone visibly cowing the arrogant blonde.
Jace nods stiffly, raising his hands placatingly as he backs away from the dark-haired shadowhunter, "message received, we're going", the blonde huffs, shaking his head as he grumbles under his breath, Alec's hard glare trained on Jace's back as he watches the shadowhunters retreat.
"Why did you do that?" Magnus breathes out weakly, watching as the door swings shut with a quiet click, his features pinched in a wince as he shifts in Alec's hold, squinting up at the severe-looking shadowhunter, overly aware of the surrounding emptiness of the loft, the Warlock and the shadowhunter the only remaining occupants.
Alec frowns, his forehead pinched in confusion as he regards Magnus curiously, "do what?" he responds slowly, the syllables dragging in a perplexed manner, the setting sun streaming through the large floor to ceiling window catching in his hazel eyes, adding a captivating golden hue to his iris'.
Magnus huffs, grimacing as he shifts out of the shadowhunters hold, tremors wracking his body as he forces himself up onto aching legs, climbing shakily onto the sofa, his knees threatening to buckle, overly aware of the shadowhunters attentive gaze on his back. "I could've made a portal", the Warlock grits out, defensiveness colouring his tone, his features pinched in pain as he relaxes into the plush sofa, fatigue weighing heavily on him.
Alec scoffs softly, eyeing Magnus dubiously as he stands, idly dusting off his dark jeans as he shuffles to the opposite end of the sofa, his leather jacket straining around his impressive biceps as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Don't underestimate me, Nephilim, I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn", Magnus drawls warningly, his eyes dark as faint blue sparks crackle at his fingertips.
Alec raises his hands placatingly, looking stricken as his wide eyes meet Magnus' "Woah, no, that's not-" he starts, breaking off with a frustrated huff of breath, raking his long fingers through his dark, artfully ruffled hair. "I-I'm not good at this", Alec sighs, gesturing vaguely between himself and Magnus, peering up at the older man with a hopeless look, the Warlock quirking a brow as he remains carefully silent, allowing the shadowhunter a moment to collect his thoughts.
Alec's shoulders slump dejectedly as he exhales shakily, "it's not that I don't think you could do it, it's just that I didn't want you to," he voices eventually, his gaze downcast as he avoids Magnus' gaze, his hands clasped behind his back, the Nephilim soldier falling into parade rest instinctively.
"You don't trust me to-"
"Raziel, no", Alec exclaims abruptly, a panicked edge to his voice as he cuts Magnus off. "I don't want you to hurt yourself", he grumbles, a flush tinting his cheeks, the gruff confession startling Magnus, the Warlock gaping at the shadowhunter, momentarily stunned silent. Alec ducks his head shyly as he squeezes his nape nervously, shifting uncomfortably under the Warlock scrutiny. "I-I mean it would've been an unnecessary use of your magic", he manages to stutter out, his flush darkening as his sheepish gaze flickers to Magnus'.
"Oh", Magnus breathes out, stunned by the shadowhunters thoughtfulness, his lips parting in surprise as he gazes down at the younger man curiously. He clears his throat, a sincere smile quirking at his lips, "that's very thoughtful of you, Alexander", Magnus offers warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling, "I've never met a shadowhunter like you", he drawls earnestly, eyeing Alec calculatingly, his lips pursed in a thoughtful frown.
Alec averts his gaze from Magnus', scuffing the toe of his combat boot against the carpeted floor, "can I uh - do you need anything?" Alec questions softly, wincing at his stuttered words.
Magnus quirks a pointed brow at the shadowhunter, eyeing him sceptically, "I wouldn't turn down a martini", he hums dismissively, relaxing into the sofa as he lets his eyes flutter shut, feeling oddly comfortable in the shadowhunters presence, the younger man standing guard above him protectively.
Magnus' eyes snap open, his iris' wide with surprise as he watches the shadowhunter hover above the drinks cart, the quiet clinking of glass as he retrieves bottles breaking the comfortable silence settling between them. The Warlock smirks, muffling a quiet chuckle in his palm as he observes Alec, the shadowhunter glancing at the vast array of bottles with a confused furrow between his brows.
Magnus glides across the space between them with sure steps, sidling up behind the shadowhunter, Alec's posture stiffening instinctually as he feels the Warlock behind him. "Here darling", Magnus drawls, plucking a bottle from the back of the cart, Alec's breath hitching as the movement causes Magnus' torso to press flush against his back, the Warlocks fingers grazing his as he slips the glass bottle into Alec's hand. "And this one", he purrs, his hot breath grazing the sensitive flesh of Alec's nape, the shadowhunter swallowing thickly as he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting the urge to sink into the Warlock's body, Magnus' arms grazing his waist as he sets about mixing the martini, bracketing Alec between the firm line of his body and the drink cart.
Alec turns in Magnus' hold, his breath catching as he peers up into honey brown iris' darkened with desire, his tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously, his heart stuttering as Magnus' hungry eyes trace the motion. "M-Magnus", Alec breathes out hoarsely, his eyes darting to the soft swell of Magnus' glossed lips, the Warlock's gentle breaths grazing his parted lips.
Magnus' lips quirk up into a knowing smirk, his gaze molten as it holds Alec's "would you like me to kiss you, darling?" Magnus inquires breathlessly, his fingertips tentatively grazing Alec's cheekbone as he cups the younger man's soft cheek, his rings cold against the shadowhunters flesh.
Alec nods stiltedly, his breath caught in his throat as he struggles to form words, his mind hazy with the Warlocks proximity, drowning in the older mans masculine, sandalwood scent. "Please", he croaks, his heart stuttering as Magnus draws closer, his lips grazing Alec's in a chaste kiss, Alec whimpering softly in protest as he chases the Warlocks retreating lips. Magnus chuckles throatily as he surges back in, his hand curling around Alec's waist as he tugs the shadowhunter impossibly closer, Alec gasping into the kiss as Magnus licks into his mouth, exploring the velvety heat expertly.
Alec pulls away, breathing raggedly as he presses his forehead to Magnus', his lips swollen as his tongue darts out to lick them, "you should be resting," he rasps, shivering as Magnus' fingertips trail down his spine, the shadowhunters eyes fluttering shut as Magnus' arms circle his waist.
Magnus sighs dramatically, squeezing Alec's hips, smirking as the shadowhunter squirms against him, "I'll rest if you join me", Magnus purrs, chuckling softly as Alec chokes on a breath, his wide eyes snapping open "I didn't mean it like that darling," the Warlock drawls, amusement dancing in his eyes. "But it's nice to know where your mind went", he teases softly, Alec flushing as the Warlock casts him a sultry wink, lacing their fingers together as he guides Alec towards the bedroom.
Geralt slinks into a bustling tavern, his body aching from days of continuous travel, the stench of sweat and alcohol suffocatingly strong to his heightened senses as he pushes his way through the milling patrons impatiently.
He leans heavily on the bar as he finally escapes the clutches of the energetic crowd, his hood tucked securely over his head, clocking his long white hair and obscuring his sharp, noticeable features, the soft glow of his golden eyes hidden by shadows in the dimly lit establishment. The barkeep approaches cautiously, quirking a brow in silent question as he idly cleans a tankard, drawing closer to Geralt.
"Beer", Geralt grumbles, his deep, growling voice slicing through the sounds of the rambunctious crowd partying around him, the incessant noise grating on Geralts nerves as he valiantly attempts to drown the irritating sounds out.
The barkeep nods his understanding, not bothering to attempt making himself heard over the loud drone of the busy tavern, quickly setting to work on assembling Geralt's beverage, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides as it's slid across the bar into Geralts large palm, the witchers deft reflexes saving it from slipping to the floor.
Geralt spins on his stool, a mouthful of beer swelling his cheeks as his gaze rakes over the continuously moving bar patrons. "If anyone needs me, I'll be at the bar", a familiar voice rasps, hoarse in a way Geralt knows from experience only comes from hours of entertaining a crowd.
The witchers eyes widen in surprise; Jaskiers usually clean, smooth vocals, edgier, filled with anger as he sings, a bitter twang to the lyrics spilling from his red lips, his cheeks flushed with exertion as he leaps around the tavern energetically, his fingers expertly plucking the lute strings unerringly.
Geralt allows his sharp gaze to trail the bard, his long, vibrant red coat accentuating his tall frame, a dark waistcoat with intricate gold detailing highlighting the delicate curve of his waist, dark tufts of hair peeking out from the wide opening of his dusty white shirt.
His hair is longer than the last time Geralt saw him, the sandy brown strands falling messily over his forehead, clinging to the sweaty flesh, his startlingly blue eyes sparkling under the taverns dim, yellowish lighting.
Geralt tears his gaze from the prancing bard weaving expertly through the crowd, swallowing thickly as he forces himself to turn away, hoping to remain unseen by the bard, not wanting to disrupt his performance. His shoulders hunching as he curls himself around his beer, clutching the tankard in a white-knuckled grip.
He keeps his gaze resolutely focused on the chipped wooden bar as someone sidles up beside him, their elbow thumping heavily against the counter, "I've always said I love the way you brood", a familiar voice lilts teasingly. The amber liquid in Geralts tankard sloshes angrily against the sides of his tankard as he unintentionally slams it against the bar in surprise.
"Jaskier", Geralt grumbles, acknowledging the bard's presence, unsure how he'd been spotted amongst the bustling crowd. He bows his head lowly, squeezing his eyes shut as he breathes in deeply, catching a hint of Jaskiers unique, muted floral scent above the scent of stale beer.
"New song?" the witcher inquires gruffly, resolutely avoiding glancing at the bard as Jaskier drops heavily onto the stool beside him with an aggrieved sigh, their elbows knocking as the bard leans against the bar.
Jaskier scoffs sharply, pushing his long strands from his clammy forehead as he eyes Geralt sceptically, "since when do you care about my songs" he huffs wryly, an incredulous note to his soft voice.
Geralt steels himself, slowly turning to face the bard, catching a glimpse of his profile as he flags down the barkeep, gesturing for the man to bring him a drink, a couple of coins clinking against the counter. "That one seemed bitter", Geralt rumbles observationally, throwing the last dregs of his frothy beverage back in a large gulp.
"Well, Geralt-" Jaskier starts bitterly as he swivels on the stool, his lips pursed in a tight-lipped frown as he rounds on the witcher, his eyes widening in surprise as he comes face to face with Geralt unexpectedly. "Fuck", he croaks breathily, his previous words dying on his tongue, his breath hitching audibly as he meets Geralt's heavy gaze, his heart stuttering as he swallows nervously.
"Continue, bard, I'm sure you have grievances to share", Geralt encourages earnestly, his voice a low, gravelly grumble, his burning golden eyes holding Jaskiers wide-eyed gaze unwaveringly.
"Yes", Jaskier manages to rasp out, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips as he struggles to grasp the words, his mind reeling as he attempts to confront Geralt, the witchers presence leaving him incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together. The bard clears his throat pointedly, raking a hand through his knotted hair, "you left me, Geralt, you left me on the side of a fucking mountain," he exclaims furiously, his voice rife with the anger bubbling in his veins as he gesticulates wildly.
Geralt sighs, his shoulders slumping as he ducks his head, unable to meet the bard's gaze, "I'm sorry, Jaskier", he breathes out earnestly, his gruff voice thick with regret, a familiar pool of guilt swirling in his stomach, a sensation that's been haunting him since he'd pushed the bard away callously.
"You-" Jaskier starts, fury still burning hot in his veins before drawing to an abrupt stop, freezing in his place as he gapes at the witcher, his wide blue eyes raking over the dejected slump of Geralt's impressively broad shoulder. "I-I'm sorry what?" Jaskier manages to croak in disbelief, his voice wavering as he focuses his full, undivided attention on the witcher.
Geralt sighs heavily, resigning himself to repeating himself, his amber gaze flickering to the visibly ruffled bard, Jaskiers delicate features twisted in surprise. "I'm sorry, Jaskier, I shouldn't have left you", he rumbles, his eyes falling to the soft swell of Jaskier's cherry red lips as they part on a surprised breath, moisture from his drink glistening against the silky flesh.
Jaskier exhales breathily, nervously drumming his long fingers against the bar, "no-no you- you can't just apologise, you - you never apologise", Jaskier rambles, feeling wrong-footed and out of his depth as he stumbles inelegantly over his words, a sensation the wordsmith is unaccustomed to.
Geralt shakes his head, a small wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "you deserve an apology Jaskier," Geralt sighs, hesitantly reaching out, his sword calloused palm resting over Jaskiers restless fingers, the digits drawing to an abrupt stop beneath his grasp.
"Geralt", Jaskier croaks hoarsely, his breath hitching audibly as the witchers warm hand envelops his own, Geralts sword calloused palm a stark contrast to the smooth flesh of Jaskiers dainty hand. "M-my rooms upstairs", he breathes out, his heart hammering beneath his ribs, his gaze downcast as he swallows nervously, steeling his nerves. "I believe this conversation is best had away from prying eyes", Jaskier drawls, keeping his features carefully impassive despite the nervous flutter of anticipation in his stomach, hastily chugging his beer in desperate need of something to settle his growing nerves.
Geralt grunts, the familiar sound causing a private smile to tug at the corner of Jaskiers rosy lips, "I'm definitely hallucinating", he muses under his breath with a quiet chuckle, a breathy note to his tone.
Geralt sighs, rolling his eyes, "you're not hallucinating, Jaskier", he huffs in exasperation, following behind the bard obligingly as Jaskier leads them to the second floor of the tavern, a long winding hall of sub-par rooms lining the walls.
"That's exactly what a hallucination would say", Jaskier chirps, his voice lilting musically, a teasing edge colouring his tone as he turns to face the witcher, walking backwards as he eyes Geralt critically, his bright cornflower blue eyes squinting up at the older man as he walks oblivious to his surroundings.
"Damn it, Jaskier, look where you're going", Geralt bites out as the bard trips clumsily, his arms flailing wildly as he loses his balance abruptly, his eyes going wide as they lock with Geralts. Jaskier's breath catches in his throat as the witchers powerful arm darts out instinctively, curling around his slender waist, an audible gasp tumbling from his lips as he's tugged flush to Geralt's impressive chest, his long fingers grasping at the witchers armour.
Jaskier clears his throat, swallowing nervously as he peers up at the witcher from beneath the dark fan of lashes lining his bright blue eyes, his mouth going dry as he meets Geralts intense, luminescent amber iris', the bard's heart stuttering in his chest as the witchers hot breath puffs across his parted lips.
"S-sorry", Jaskier rasps out hoarsely, his voice barely more than a whisper as his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, shivering in Geralts hold as the witchers molten gaze tracks the subtle glide of his tongue. "My rooms just here", Jaskier breathes out, gesturing jerkily beside them, a key dangling from his long finger as he offers Geralt a strained smile, his heart hammering beneath his ribs as he averts his gaze from the witchers, a soft pink hue dusting his pale cheeks.
Geralt hastily releases his hold on the delicate curve of Jaskiers slender waist, clearing his throat as he backs away from the bard, creating a careful distance between them, a pang of longing swirling in Jaskiers stomach as he sucks in a deep, steadying breath.
Jaskier turns away from the witcher, squeezing his eyes shut as he exhales shakily, his fingers trembling as he works the key into the lock, hearing it click open audibly. He pushes the door open, overly aware of Geralt's looming presence at his back, his heart fluttering in his chest as he steps into the minimalist room, swallowing thickly as Geralt let the door swing shut behind them.
"Jaskier", Geralt rumbles, his swords clinking quietly as he rests them against the stone wall, his gaze heavy on the tense line of Jaskier's shoulders, a small frown tugging at his lips as he observes the visibly on edge bard.
Jaskier turns around slowly, his movements stilted as he breathes out unsteadily, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying at the soft flesh idly as he finally faces the witcher.
Geralt closes the space between them in a single long stride, the bard sinking into the witchers touch instinctively as his warm palm cups the bard's cheek in a surprisingly tender hold. Jaskier sighs shakily as the roughened pad of Geralts thumb tugs his lips from between his teeth, tentatively soothing over the plump, reddened flesh.
"Geralt", Jaskier breathes out shakily, his hot breath grazing the witchers digit, "what're you doing?" he croaks hoarsely, his soft lips brushing the warm pad of Geralts thumb as he speaks, butterflies curling in his stomach.
The witcher sighs softly, his golden iris' filling with warmth as he gazes down at the bard, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles tenderly, Jaskier's cheeks flushing a subtle pink beneath the unwavering attention. "I never should've left you Jask, you deserve better", he admits quietly, his fingertips grazing the sharp ridge of Jaskier's cheekbone as he holds the bard's gaze.
Jaskier's tense shoulders sag, the bard blinking back tears as he stares up at the witcher, "I just wanted you", he confesses sadly, his blue eyes enhanced by a wet sheen of unshed tears as he holds Geralt's gaze resolutely, gingerly resting his palms against the witchers chest.
Geralt breathes out wearily, "I know that now" he rumbles wryly, a soft, self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips. He draws closer, his hands curling around Jaskiers slender waist, the bard's eyes fluttering closed as Geralts hot breath grazes his lips, the scant space between them crackling with tension.
Jaskier swallows thickly, his long fingers knotting in Geralt's white hair, urging the witcher closer, "don't leave", he chokes out in a strained whisper, his soft lips grazing Geralts as the quiet plea tumbles from his mouth.
"Never again", Geralt promises firmly, the witcher surging forward, capturing Jaskier's lips in a searing, long overdue kiss, the bard's breath hitching as he sinks into the witchers powerful hold, his lips pliant beneath Geralts as the older man ceases control, expertly devouring Jaskiers lips, his mouth muffling the quiet gasps tumbling from the bard's lips. Jaskier smiles into the kiss as Geralts large hands curl around his thighs, his leg wrapping around the witchers waist instinctively as he's pulled from the ground, trusting the older man blindly as Geralt carries him to the bed with ease. His amber iris' alight with awe as he tenderly lays the bard out across the rickety bed, brushing a stray strand of chestnut hair from his forehead, "I'm here", he whispers, Jaskier smiling brightly in response as he tugs Geralt back into the kiss.
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Loki never been to a beach before and thor decides to bring him one. Request pls deary
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Loki sighs heavily, tapping his foot impatiently as he stands beside Thor on the rainbow bridge, "Thor, where are we going?" Loki grumbles, eyeing his brother suspiciously as his lips turn down into a petulant frown, his arms crossed over his chest defensively.
Thor shakes his head, his blonde hair falling messily over his shoulders as he turns to face Loki "it's a surprise, brother," he sighs wearily, tired of repeating the same argument; Thor rolls his eyes in exasperation as Loki's features twist into a scowl as he glares up at the blonde distrustfully. Thor huffs as Loki quirks an arched brow challengingly, "just trust me, Lo", the blonde pleads softly, Loki's resistance visibly wavering as he stares at his brother, Thor hefting a bag onto his shoulder as he extends a hand in silent offering.
Loki tilts his chin defiantly, scoffing haughtily as he draws closer to his brother, "fine" he grumbles reluctantly, his long, slender, ice-cold fingers curling around Thor's in a tentative grasp as he begrudgingly allows his brother to guide him into the Bifrost, nerves bubbling in his stomach as he places his trust in Thor's hands.
Loki casts a glance around himself, a gasp spilling from his lips as he takes in his surroundings, a warm breeze ruffling his long hair, squinting against the sun as he turns to Thor. His breath catches in his throat as he finds his brother silhouetted by a golden halo of sunlight, the bright rays enhancing his sunkissed complexion, adding a shine to his long blonde locks, painting a captivating picture. "W-where are we?" Loki breathes out, his green eyes wide as he meets Thor's bright gaze, his brother's warm eyes crinkled with amusement.
Thor grins widely, squeezing Loki's hand before releasing his grip, "the beach," Thor announces, his chest puffing with pride as he takes in the awestruck expression on his brothers face, throwing his arms out to gesture at the sandy landscape surrounding them.
Loki gapes at his brother, his eyes shining with an unnamed emotion, "Thor-" Loki breathes out, his heart stuttering in his chest as Thor draws closer, his large, warm hand curling around Loki's nape, the familiar gesture easing Loki's nerves.
"Shh", Thor rumbles soothingly, his fingertip hovering above Loki's pouty lips, "let's just enjoy the day, huh" Thor encourages, flashing Loki a winning smile that takes the younger god's breath away. Loki rolls his eyes, affection swelling in his chest as he gazes up at the blonde, momentarily floored by the openly adoring gleam in Thor's striking blue eyes.
Thor shoves a pair of swimming trunks into Loki's hand, his large palm hot against the small of his brothers back as he guides him towards a changing stall, "get changed, brother, I'll meet you here", Thor prompts, gently urging his brother into the small cubicle.
Thor's breath catches as Loki re-emerges, his pale skin glistening beneath the sunlight, the tight black swimming trunks hanging low on his slender waist, accentuating the sharp ridges of his pronounced hips, his eyes lingering over the taut muscles of his brother's flat stomach before trailing down his long, lean legs. "Brother", Thor rasps hoarsely in greeting, his eyes snapping up to meet Loki's guiltily, "shall we?" the blonde voices, swallowing thickly as he laces his fingers with Loki's dragging the younger god further down the beach.
Loki smiles absentmindedly, Thor's hand a familiar weight against his own, the sand warm beneath his feet as he lets Thor drag him across the beach without protest, the soft, rhythmic sound of wave breaking against the shore relaxing him, the ever-present tension held in his shoulders melting away as he blindly follows Thor's lead.
Loki yelps in surprise as he's yanked to the ground abruptly, Thor's strong arms wrapping around his waist as he falls between the blondes spread legs, his back pressing flush to the hard ridges of Thor's sculpted torso, his head dropping back against the blondes broad shoulder, Loki's dark hair cascading over the muscle. Loki's wide eyes blink up at the blonde, his tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously as Thor rubs gentle, soothing circles into the warm flesh of his hips, his skin pebbling in response.
Thor's nose grazes Loki's ear, a tingle zipping along Loki's spine at the ghost of a touch "sit up", Thor urges quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper, his thick fingers twitching against Loki's waist as he carefully manoeuvres the younger god, Loki feeling off-kilter as he allows Thor to control his movements.
Loki swallows harshly, "w-what're you doing?" he croaks questioningly, his eyes resolutely trained on the horizon, the younger god overly aware of Thor's proximity, the blondes powerful thighs bracketing his waist.
"I don't want you to burn", Thor rumbles thickly, his large hand gathering Loki's hair, twisting the dark strands into a messy bun expertly. Loki gasps audibly, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, stifling the quiet noise as Thor trails a tentative finger down his spine, Loki's eyes fluttering closed as he shivers beneath the tender graze.
"Thor", Loki rasps shakily, his nerves alight with sensation; the younger god moans breathily as Thor's talented fingers knead at his shoulder blades, his strong hands slick with suncream, Loki melting into his touch as the blonde distributes it across his back.
Loki shivers as Thor's fingertips graze the sensitive flesh of his nape, his hands falling to the delicate curve of Loki's waist as the blonde draws him closer, "all done", Thor rumbles, his hot breath grazing the shell of Loki's ear.
Loki clears his throat, butterflies swarming in his stomach as he shifts out from between Thor's legs, settling on his knees as he turns to face the blonde, a subtle flush colouring his pale cheeks. "Thank you, brother", he offers gratefully, a stray strand of hair falling loose as he ducks his head in a discrete bow.
"Don't do that", Thor grumbles, pressing the pad of his finger beneath Loki's chin as he urges the younger god to face him. "You are my equal, Loki", Thor rumbles firmly, his fingertips grazing Loki's cheek as he brushes the fallen strand of inky black hair aside, tucking it behind Loki's ear tenderly, his intense gaze holding the younger god captive.
Loki swallows thickly, hurriedly averting his gaze from Thor's, "I will never be your equal Thor", he mumbles self depreciatingly, his gaze downcast as his shoulders slump in defeat.
"Brother-"
Loki scoffs, rolling his eyes as he falls to sit beside Thor, gazing out over the water, keeping his head carefully turned away from the blonde, his eyes shining wetly, "I'm not though, am I" Loki huffs wryly, a familiar bitter edge to his steely voice, the younger god curling in on himself, his arms wrapping protectively around his middle. Thor's heart aches as he looks over his brother, unused to seeing Loki so vulnerable and unsure of himself.
"Loki", Thor sighs sadly, cautiously resting his hand against Loki's shoulder, "you will always be my brother", he promises, squeezing Loki's shoulder reassuringly, his fingers lingering against the younger gods smooth flesh.
"Come, I wish to enjoy our time together", Thor exclaims, brushing the heavy topic aside, his deep voice a loud bellow as he pushes himself up to stand, extending his hand to Loki as he towers above his brother Loki squinting up at him with a faint smile.
Loki sighs, rolling his eyes as he slips his hand into Thor's with a huff, stumbling as Thor yanks him to his feet abruptly, the blonde taking advantage of Loki's momentary loss of balance, the younger god cursing colourfully as Thor tosses him over his broad shoulder.
"Thor, you oaf, release me this instant", Loki demands, pounding his fists against the blondes impressively muscular back, Thor's responding laugh vibrating through him, the bright, carefree sound causing a swell of warmth to bloom in his chest.
Loki's eyes widen as Thor wades into the sea, the small, gentle waves swirling around his legs as he strides deeper. "Thor- Thor no, don't you dare", Loki growls warningly, wriggling furiously in the blondes unwavering grasp, his blunt nails biting into the flesh of Thor's back as his hands scrabble against the chiselled muscles, leaving angry red scratches across the smooth, tanned flesh.
Thor laughs brightly, his arm tightening around Loki's slender frame as the younger god fights against his hold, "hold your breath", he warns, amusement lacing his tone. Loki yelps as the blonde delivers a sharp, playful smack to his ass, the younger god sucking in a deep lungful of air, his eyes squeezing shut as Thor's grip loosens.
Loki flails wildly as Thor tosses him into the water, his body breaking the cool surface with a splash, the rushing water muffling Thor's obnoxious cackle. He drags himself above the water with a gasp, messy strands of waterlogged black hair spilling across his face, settling Thor with an unimpressed glare, wading through the water as he draws closer to Thor. "You're a child", Loki scolds, shoving at Thor's chest, knocking his brother off-balance, the blonde smiling brightly as he curls a powerful arm around Loki's slender waist, the brunettes eyes widening comically as Thor drags him down into the water with him as he falls.
Thor laughs joyfully as he pulls a spluttering Loki to the surface, the younger god clinging to his chest as he gazes up at Thor from beneath wet lashes, the suns rays adding a luminous glow to his piercing green iris'. Thor's expression turns serious for a moment as he holds Loki's gaze, his thumb grazing the soft swell of Loki's bottom lip, swiping away a droplet of water from the silky flesh. "Never doubt my love for you, Loki", Thor rumbles hoarsely, squeezing Loki's dainty waist as he tugs his brother impossibly closer, pressing their slick bodies flush together.
"Thor", Loki breathes out, his breath hot against the blondes digit, his lips grazing the rough pad of Thor's thumb as he speaks. Thor's bright blue eyes darken with desire as his gaze strays to the inviting swell of Loki's pouty lips, "Thor, you can't", Loki warns, his eyes falling shut as he exhales raggedly, instinctively leaning into the blonde's touch as he cups Loki's cheek.
Thor sighs quietly, longing simmering in his eyes as he holds his brothers gaze, "I've always loved you, Loki, I fear I may never stop", he confesses earnestly, his breath puffing hotly against Loki's parted lips.
Loki exhales unsteadily, his eyes shining wetly as they stray from Thor's, "you know we can't have this brother", Loki croaks, resting his palms against Thor's chest, his fingers trembling as he squeezes his eyes shut, sucking in a steadying breath.
Thor rests his hands atop Loki's, squeezing them gently, "I'd battle the whole of Asgard if it meant you'd be at my side", he professes, his voice thick with heavy emotions, his words stunning Loki, the younger god reeling from the declaration.
Loki shakes his head, offering his brother a strained smile, "I've always been at your side Thor" he assures the blonde, sucking in a shaky breath as Thor's large hands engulf his hips.
Thor rests his forehead against Loki's, his gaze dropping to the brunette's lips as he drags his thumb across the silky flesh, their hot breaths mingling in the scant space between their lips. "Never the way I wanted you to be", he voices softly, the hushed, loaded confesses rendering Loki breathless, a quiet gasp spilling from his parted lips.
Thor draws closer tentatively, his lips hovering above Loki's as his heated, questioning gaze flickers to Loki's, "do you want this brother?" he questions seriously, Loki's heart stuttering in his chest as his eyes flicker to Thor's lips.
"Yes," Loki breathes out hoarsely, his hands shaking as he winds his arms around Thor's neck, rising up onto his tiptoes to close the distance between them, his breath hitching as Thor's silky lips graze his in a chaste kiss. Loki hums contently as his fingers tangle in Thor's long, blonde hair tugging his brother closer, moaning softly against Thor's lips as his brother deepens the kiss, his tongue expertly exploring the velvet heat of Loki's pliant mouth.
Thor pulls away reluctantly, his eyes shining with affection as his lips twist into a warm smile, "we should go to the beach more often," he jokes, peppering sweet, lingering kisses to Loki's cheeks as he holds the younger god in a tight embrace.
Loki chuckles softly, his cheeks flushing as he ducks his head, resting his forehead against Thor's shoulder, the waves swirling around their waists, "you're insufferable", he mutters, the soft lilt of his voice muffled by Thor's shoulder.
"But you love me", Thor rumbles, tracing tender patterns into the small of Loki's back, his chest full of warmth as he holds his brother close, his lips still tingling from the kiss.
Loki tilts his head back, squinting against the suns bright rays as he meets Thor's gaze, his dainty hand cupping the blondes cheek adoringly, "yeah, I do", he confesses earnestly, his heart skipping a beat as Thor pulls him in for a searing kiss that leaves him dazed and breathless.
Starker harry potter au where Gryffindor tony has crush on Hufflepuff Peter then asked him out on a date
I hope you like this :)
Tony taps his pen against his notebook rhythmically, cupping his chin in his hand as he tunes out the potions professor droning on at the front of the class, idly doodling in the corners of his workbook. "That's wrong", a timid voice sounds from beside him, capturing his waning attention, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the petite brunette shifts his notes closer to Tony in a discrete movement.
Tony rakes his eyes over the teen assessingly, lingering over the boy's Hufflepuff robes, a small, amused smile twitching at his lips as his eyes shift over the Hufflepuff’s neatly scrawled notes. "Thank you uh-" Tony starts, trailing off as he raises a questioning brow in the boy's direction, hurriedly copying the teen's notes as he waits for a response.
The Hufflepuff eyes Tony sceptically, his brows drawn as he eyes the Gryffindor critically. "Peter", he murmurs reluctantly, ducking his head shyly as a flush stain's his cheeks, his gaze dropping from Tony's as he returns to his work.
"Well, thank you, Peter", Tony drawls, grinning as the flush dusting Peter's cheeks darkens, the Hufflepuff remaining resolutely turned away from him, his head bowed studiously over his workbook. Tony feigns interest in the Professors teaching as he casts surreptitious glances at the teen scribbling away beside him throughout the remainder of the lesson, oddly captivated by the intelligent Hufflepuff.
Tony almost loses sight of Peter as the teen packs away his belongings hurriedly, the Gryffindor rushes up to him, slinging his arm over Peter's shoulders, drawing the smaller student closer to his body as they shuffle out of the class together, Peter staring up at Tony incredulously, his lips parted as he gapes at the Gryffindor. "I think you should tutor me, Pete", Tony voices confidently, grinning down at the Hufflepuff, his eyes straying to the soft pout of Peter's pale pink lips.
Peter's brows furrow in confusion as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying at the silky flesh nervously, "oh, uh I'm not that smart", he manages to stutter out, chuckling anxiously as he shuffles out from under Tony's arm with a sheepish smile. He darts down the hall; his head bowed low as he catches up to his waiting friends, casting Tony a brief parting glance over his shoulder as he turns a corner, the Gryffindor smiling brightly as he offers the teen a wave in response.
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Tony catches sight of a familiar head of sandy brown hair bobbing through the busy corridor, a grin tugging at his lips. "Peter he calls out, his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice, smiling widely as Peter snaps to face him with a furrow between his brows, anxiously creeping closer as the Gryffindor rushes down the hall, slipping between students expertly.
"Uh hi", Peter greets quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he peers up at the Gryffindor, students milling around them, his cheeks heating as Tony grins down at him, a fond spark in his warm brown eyes.
Tony eyes the Hufflepuff, his gaze lingering heatedly before flickering back to meet Peter's precious doe eyes, Tony's eyes tracking the movement of his tongue as it darts out to wet his plush lips nervously. The Gryffindor draws closer, his gaze heavy on Peter's as his fingers curl into the teen's robes, idly straightening them "you look good in yellow Pete", Tony compliments seriously, flashing the Hufflepuff a flirtatious smirk as he adjusts the teen's tie, his knuckles grazing the hollow of Peter's throat, the teen swallowing thickly in response as he averts his eyes from Tony's.
Peter frowns, his brows furrowing as he chews on his bottom lip, the instinctive action belying his nerves. "I'm a Hufflepuff," Peter responds flatly, confusion lacing his tone as he cocks his head to the side questioningly, staring up at Tony through narrowed eyes.
Tony huffs out a quiet bark of laughter, amusement flashing in his eyes as he shakes his head fondly, endeared by the Hufflepuff’s obliviousness, drawing impossibly closer to the teen, Peter's breath hitching as Tony's fingertips graze over his chest. "Yeah, you are, kid", Tony drawls, an intensity to his eyes as he holds Peter's gaze, ruffling Peter's unkempt hair, the sandy strands soft beneath his fingers.
Peter's pouty lips purse in a frown as he eyes Tony, "we're the same age", he retorts incredulously, quirking a brow at Tony as he eyes the Gryffindor curiously, his heart stuttering in his chest as Tony smirks devilishly.
"I'm older", Tony teases with a blinding grin, leaving Peter dumbstruck as he spins on his heels, flashing the Hufflepuff a playful wink as he merges into the crowd, Peter staring after him in disbelief as he disappears.
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Tony strides across the library purposefully as he spots Peter sitting alone at a table nestled in the back of the room, his head bowed over a book as he scribbles away furiously in his notebook. "Mr Parker", Tony drawls, a melodic lilt to his voice as he drops into the chair beside Peter, the Hufflepuff shushing him frantically, as he glances around them worriedly, slapping Tony on the bicep in half-heartedly in a silent reprimand.
Tony chuckles quietly, drawing closer to the teen, his hands raised placatingly "sorry library, I know", he rumbles, his hot breath grazing Peter's ear as he whispers, a shiver racing up the Hufflepuff’s spine om response, his breath hitching as Tony hooks his chin over Peter's shoulder. "What ya reading?" Tony questions, genuine curiosity lacing his tone as he peers over the teen's shoulder, his eyes skimming over the complex brewing instructions and potion components littering the open pages.
Peter clears his throat nervously, ducking his head shyly as his cheeks flush a vibrant pink, the bright shade enhancing his pale complexion, "I'm studying for our potions exam", he replies, studiously avoiding looking at Tony, the Gryffindor’s stubbled jaw warm against his cheek.
"Perfect time for you to tutor me then", Tony crows, a bright smile twisting at his lips as his eyes flicker to Peter's in-depth notes, humming thoughtfully as he reads, impressed by the teen's intelligence.
Peter shakes his head, eyeing Tony dubiously, "you're top of the class", Peter scoffs incredulously, casting Tony a disbelieving glance, the Gryffindor smirking in response, a mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes.
"Not true, you've got me beat Parker" Tony chuckles, leaning back in his chair lazily as he crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips as Peter's eyes fall to his impressive biceps as the thin material of his standard white button-up strains against the muscles. "How do you know my grades, Pete?" Tony inquires, a teasing lilt to his voice as he raises a questioning brow in the Hufflepuff’s direction, Peter flushing as he avoids meeting Tony's gaze.
Peter swallows nervously, his hands shaking as he tucks his quill into his robe. "I-I've uh - got to go", Peter rushes out, practically jumping out of his seat in his haste to escape the question, his book forgotten as well as his notebook as he races out of the library.
"Damnit", Tony groans, raking a hand through his neatly styled hair, shaking his head as he watches Peter flee the library looking flustered, his eyes lighting up as he glances at the Hufflepuff’s forgotten notes.
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Peter looks up as Tony slips onto the bench beside him in the great hall, the action causing a few stray gazes to turn to them, Peter feeling flustered under the unwanted attention of his classmates. "Tony", Peter greets, confusion lacing his tone as he turns to face the Gryffindor, unable to help the small smile that tugs at his lips as Tony grins down at him.
Tony shuffles closer to Peter, pressing his thigh flush against the Hufflepuff’s, "you forgot your notes," he offers in a hushed whisper, sliding the neatly organised notebook across the table to Peter, warmth swelling in his chest as Peter grins.
"Oh, thank you", the Hufflepuff exclaims, relief evident in his voice, his hazel eyes lighting up as he pulls the thick notebook to his chest, clutching it protectively. "Was there something else?" Peter questions softly when Tony doesn't immediately return to the Gryffindor table, a nervous edge to his tone.
Tony sucks in a deep breath, "yes actually", he breathes out, "I want to take you out" Tony rumbles with a soft smile, Peter's bright eyes widening in response, his lips parting on a surprised exhale as he stares up at the Gryffindor in disbelief.
"Like-like a-" Peter stutters, his words failing him as he struggles to complete the question, swallowing harshly as nerves bubble in his stomach.
Tony smiles warmly, hopelessly endeared by the shy, stuttering Hufflepuff. Peter gasps audibly, his cheeks flaming as Tony pinches his chin between his fingers, angling Peter's head to the side as he ducks forward, the Hufflepuff’s heart stuttering as the Gryffindor presses a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Yes, Peter, like a date", Tony finishes for him, pulling away reluctantly, his warm, affectionate gaze meeting Peter's, the Hufflepuff staring up at him in awe.
Peter swallows nervously, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his cheeks tingling with the reminder of the tender kiss, "I-I'd like that" Peter smiles shyly, peering up at Tony from beneath his dark lashes, the Gryffindor’s fingertips grazing the sharp ridge of Peter's cheekbone affectionately.
"I'll see you later then, Pete", Tony promises, flashing Peter a wink as he pushes away from the table, grinning brightly as he feels the Hufflepuff’s eyes tracking him back to the Gryffindor table. He turns around to face Peter as he settles himself at the table, meeting the teen's eyes from across the hall, Peter ducking his head shyly, his cheeks flushing as Tony blows him a kiss.
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