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My name is Raven, and I am currently a writer. I often write about Marvel, Anime, DC, Middle Earth, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Video Games, and more! If you are curious if I write something, feel free to ask!

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If you are taking more requests could you make more Magneto (Erik) x men 97 x reader with fluff?

A/N: Of course! Some Magneto (Erik) fluffy times coming right up!

pairing: Magneto (Erik) x Human!GN!Reader

warnings: NA

w/c: 784

Prompt: Magneto is having a nightmare, and the reader decides to provide their partner comfort.

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He was tossing, turning, sweat dripping down his brow as they furrowed in distress. Erik has many demons that he fought through his lifetime and you had done your best to help him fight each one. He had seen the worst humanity had to offer - Yet you gave him hope. Hope that humanity could be and do better. You were better than any human he had seen before.

You slept soundly next to him, until a cry erupted in the night. Your eyes fluttered open alert. A cry in the X-Mansion could be caused by any number of things. An enemy, intruder, protestors, Nightcrawler stubbing his toes again. You lifted yourself abruptly to a sitting position to see your paramore to your left gripping his chest with a silk sheet in hand. Erik’s breathing was heavy and his head shifted from side-to-side, clearly having a nightmare.

You placed a hand on his chest, gently calling out to him, “Erik…”

He continued to toss around causing you to say his name a little louder, waking him from slumber.

As Erik's eyes snapped open, they were wide with panic, still clouded by the remnants of his nightmare. The room around him seemed to flicker in and out of focus as he struggled to orient himself in the present moment. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths shallow and ragged, as if he were still trapped in the depths of whatever haunted his dreams.

You could see the tension etched into every line of his face, the strain of years of struggle and conflict manifesting in the furrow of his brow and the tightness of his jaw. The moonlight streaming through the window cast long shadows across the room, painting his features in a haunting chiaroscuro.

Without hesitation, you leaned closer, your hand still resting gently on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath your palm. "Erik," you repeated softly, your voice a soothing melody cutting through the darkness. "It's okay, you're safe. You're here with me."

Slowly, as if emerging from the depths of a turbulent sea, Erik's breathing began to steady, the frantic rhythm gradually giving way to a more measured cadence. His eyes met yours, still clouded with remnants of fear but slowly clearing as he focused on your presence beside him.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I… I'm sorry."

You shook your head gently, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "There's nothing to apologize for, Erik. Nightmares happen. You're not alone."

His gaze softened, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes as he reached out to grasp your hand, anchoring himself to the comforting reality of your touch. In that moment, amidst the chaos of his inner demons and the uncertainty of the world outside, there was solace in the simple act of connection, in the knowledge that you were there to weather the storm by his side.

As the tension slowly ebbed from Erik's body, he let out a long, shaky breath, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent plea for reassurance. The echoes of his nightmare lingered like ghostly whispers in the air, but with each passing moment, they faded into the background, overshadowed by the warmth of your presence.

Gently, you brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your touch light and comforting against his skin. "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked softly, your voice a tender invitation to share the burden of his fears.

Erik hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to the window where the moon hung like a silver coin in the night sky. Memories, both distant and recent, tugged at the edges of his consciousness, fragments of a past that refused to stay buried.

"It was… a memory," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of a time when I… failed. When I couldn't protect those I cared about."

You squeezed his hand gently, offering silent encouragement as he struggled to put words to the ghosts that haunted him. In the dim light of the room, the shadows seemed to dance around him, mirroring the turmoil of his thoughts.

"I know the feeling," you replied softly, your own memories of loss and pain echoing in the quiet space between you. "But you're not alone anymore, Erik. You have people who care about you, who stand by you no matter what."

For a moment, there was a fragile silence, as if the weight of the world hung suspended in the air. But then, slowly, Erik's features softened, the lines of tension smoothing away as he turned to face you fully, his eyes searching yours for some semblance of solace.

"You're right," he murmured, a faint glimmer of hope stirring in his gaze. "Thank you, Y/N. For being here."

Without a word, you leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, a silent promise of solidarity and support. In that moment, amidst the echoes of the past and the uncertainties of the future, there was only the simple truth of your connection, a beacon of light guiding them through the darkness.

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Sentinels' Siege

A/N: Yeah, it has definitely been a minute. Saw the new X-Men 97 show and got inspired. Please enjoy this!

pairing: Magneto (Erik) x GN!Reader

warnings: Character death

w/c: 784

Prompt: The reader here has forcefield powers. The sentinel is attaching Genosha and the reader saves Erik at the expense of their own life.

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In the heart of Genosha, amidst the ruins of a once-thriving nation, the sentinel's ominous presence cast a shadow over the land. Its metallic form, a symbol of oppression and fear, loomed tall against the crimson sky, its mechanical eyes scanning the desolate landscape with ruthless efficiency. But amidst the chaos and fear, you stood as a beacon of hope, your powers of forcefield manipulation shielding not only Magneto but also civilians of Genosha from the sentinel's relentless assault.

Two spheres of energy shimmered in the air, each pulsating with the strength of your will. One enveloped Magneto, the other surrounded you and the civilians seeking refuge within your protective embrace. It was a delicate balance, maintaining both shields amidst the onslaught of the sentinel's attacks, but you refused to falter, driven by the unwavering resolve to protect those you loved at any cost.

As the sentinel unleashed its barrage of energy blasts, your forcefields flickered and crackled with energy, absorbing the brunt of the attacks. Beside you, Magneto watched in awe and gratitude, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of your unwavering determination. But beneath the surface, there was a surge of panic within him as he witnessed your struggle to maintain both shields.

He reached out to you, his voice a plea amidst the chaos. "Y/N, my love, you mustn't—"

But his words were lost in the cacophony of battle as your forcefields strained to their limits. With each passing moment, the pressure mounted, threatening to break through your defenses and claim you all.

Flashbacks of your time together flooded your mind, each memory a bittersweet reminder of the bond you shared. You remembered the first time he had entrusted you with his secrets, the way his eyes softened as he spoke of a future where mutants could live without fear. You remembered the stolen moments of tenderness, the quiet nights spent gazing at the stars, finding solace in each other's company amidst the turmoil of their world.

But amidst the memories, there was the harsh reality of the present—the sentinel's relentless assault threatening to overwhelm your defenses. Your forcefields flickered and waned under the strain, cracks forming along their surfaces as they struggled to hold back the tide of destruction. Yet still, you refused to yield, your determination unyielding even in the face of insurmountable odds.

Magneto watched in silent anguish as you stood as the bulwark against the storm, his heart heavy with the weight of your sacrifice. He reached out, his hands grasping at empty air as you fell, the light fading from your eyes even as his world plunged into darkness.

In that final moment, as the sentinel loomed over Genosha victorious, Magneto could only cling to the memories of the love you shared—a love that had been both his greatest strength and his deepest sorrow. But though you were gone, your spirit would forever be etched in his heart, a guiding light in the darkness that now enveloped him.

And as he gazed upon the devastated landscape of Genosha, a vow ignited within him—a vow to carry on the fight in your honor, to ensure that your sacrifice would not be in vain. For in giving your life to protect others, you had shown him the true meaning of heroism—a selflessness that transcended even death itself.

But amidst the chaos and despair, there was one final moment of connection—a silent exchange of love that echoed across the battlefield. As the sentinel's onslaught reached its crescendo, engulfing you in a blinding blaze of light, you locked eyes with Magneto one last time.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into insignificance as you mouthed the words that echoed the depths of your soul, "I love you."

Though no sound escaped your lips, the sentiment rang loud and clear in the silence of the battlefield. It was a declaration of devotion, a testament to the bond that had transcended the trials and tribulations they had faced together.

Magneto's heart clenched with a mixture of grief and gratitude as he returned your gaze, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. And as the light consumed you, engulfing you in its brilliant embrace, he could only watch in silent agony as your form disappeared amidst the chaos.

But though your physical presence had been extinguished, your love would forever burn bright within his heart, a beacon of hope in the darkness that now enveloped him. And as he stood amidst the ruins of Genosha, a solitary figure against the backdrop of devastation, he vowed to carry on your legacy—a legacy of love, sacrifice, and unwavering strength in the face of adversity.

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A/N: Request done!

pairing: Thranduil x Black! Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 560

Prompt: 

I love your writing!! please make this as long or short as you want!!

Can you write about Thranduil on wash day with a black reader!

I think it would be really cute! 

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Once upon a time in the enchanting realm of Mirkwood, King Thranduil, a wise and noble ruler, found himself in a predicament. His beloved wife, Queen Y/N, seemed to have vanished from their grand palace. Concern etched itself upon Thranduil's regal face as he searched high and low, through the sprawling halls and lush gardens, desperately hoping to find his missing queen.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest. Thranduil's heart grew heavy with worry. He summoned his loyal guards and advisors, instructing them to comb every inch of the palace and surrounding woods for any sign of Y/N. Night fell, and Thranduil's anxiety deepened. Sleep eluded him as he imagined countless scenarios, each more troubling than the last.

Just as dawn was about to break, hope sparked within Thranduil's weary heart. He hurriedly ascended the grand staircase leading to his chambers, determined to check their private quarters one last time. With each step, his mind raced with thoughts of his beloved queen. Had she fallen victim to an unforeseen danger? Had she grown tired of their life together and decided to venture elsewhere? Thranduil's thoughts were filled with apprehension.

Pushing open the ornate doors, Thranduil's eyes darted across the dimly lit room until they fell upon a familiar figure. There, by the vanity mirror, stood Queen Y/N. Her raven-black curls, in need of care and attention.

Relief washed over Thranduil, but it quickly gave way to curiosity and a sense of admiration for his resolute queen. He approached her with soft steps, not wanting to startle her.

"My love, I have been searching the kingdom for you," Thranduil gently spoke, his voice carrying a mix of relief and concern.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes filled with surprise and relief. "Thranduil, my king, I apologize for causing you worry. I have been here all along, preparing for wash day. My hair needed attention."

Thranduil's gaze softened, his heart swelling with affection. He moved closer to Y/N, his hands yearning to help her. "Allow me, my queen. Let me aid you in tending to your glorious mane."

Y/N smiled, grateful for her husband's presence and understanding. She handed Thranduil a brush, and together they began to unravel the knots and tangles that had taken hold of her beautiful curls. With each gentle stroke, Thranduil's worries dissolved, replaced by a deep connection with his wife.

As they worked in unison, Thranduil marveled at the love and strength that radiated from Y/N. He realized how fortunate he was to have such a remarkable partner by his side. Their union transcended the boundaries of their differences, weaving together a tapestry of understanding, respect, and devotion.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment, as if the universe was revealed in the harmony between the king and queen. Thranduil's hands moved with care and tenderness, while Y/N's eyes sparkled with affection and appreciation.

When they finally finished, Y/N's curls regained their natural luster and elegance. She turned to face Thranduil, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you, my king, for your unwavering love and for embracing every part of me."

Thranduil took Y/N's hands in his own, his gaze filled with adoration. "You are the light of my life, Y/N. I vow to cherish and support you always."

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Hidden Talents

A/N: Another request done!

pairing: Dwalin x Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 900

Request:

Hi!💐🌷🪻

I absolutely adore the way you write the dwarfs!Would you have anything against writing about my favourite grumpy dwarf Dwalin? 

About after the war, (where everyone survives because my heart can't handle the truth) Dwalin accompany his brother to a new bakery. Here he meets the owner who is a human/dwarf female. 

And one day when she's goes to deliver some goods that Balin and dwalin had order, she meets dwalin out on the training ground. Where she surprises dwalin with her hand to hand combat and weaponry skills.

I would reaalllyyy appreciate if you write it, but of course you don't need to if you don't want to

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In the aftermath of the great war against the forces of evil, the dwarven kingdom of Erebor began to rebuild. The dwarves worked tirelessly, repairing the damage and restoring their beloved halls to their former glory. Among the many dwarves who dedicated themselves to this monumental task was Dwalin, a gruff and stalwart warrior known for his unruly beard and fierce loyalty.

Dwalin had fought valiantly during the war, his mighty axe cleaving through enemy ranks with relentless determination. Now, with the battles over and the world slowly healing, he found himself yearning for a new purpose. His brother, Balin, suggested they visit a newly opened bakery in the neighboring town.

Curiosity piqued, Dwalin agreed to accompany Balin on this seemingly mundane errand. As they entered the bakery, the warm aroma of freshly baked bread greeted them. The interior was adorned with shelves filled with mouth watering pastries and loaves of bread. The owner, a half-human, half-dwarf named Y/N, stood behind the counter with a bright smile on their face.

Y/N possessed an enchanting blend of their human mother's grace and their dwarven father's resilience. Their hair was captivating, and their eyes sparkled with an inner fire. Dressed in a baker's apron, they expertly kneaded dough and attended to various baking tasks, showcasing their dedication and skill.

As the days went by, Dwalin found himself returning to the bakery, often accompanied by Balin. He became a regular customer, indulging in Y/N's delectable pastries and breads. Each visit, he found himself drawn to their infectious laughter and unwavering determination. Their conversations ranged from the art of baking to tales of their past adventures, forging a deep connection between them.

One sunny morning, Y/N announced that they would personally deliver an order of goods to Erebor, and Dwalin and Balin were on the list. In the belief that Y/N could use training if they were to begin delivering, Dwalin thought they likely needed some training. Your safety was top priority! Dwalin eagerly agreed to meet them at the training ground.

As the day arrived, Dwalin stood at the training ground, his heart pounding with anticipation. Y/N arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, filled to the brim with baskets of freshly baked goods. Dressed in a combination of armor and baking attire, they exuded confidence and a sense of adventure.

With a charming smile, Y/N hopped off the carriage and beckoned Dwalin to join them. "Are you ready to witness a baker's hidden talents, Dwalin?" they asked, a playful glint in their eyes.

Dwalin grinned at the hidden skill, gripping the hilt of his axe firmly. "Aye, I'm eager to see what surprises you have in store, Y/N."

With that, Y/N began to showcase their hand-to-hand combat skills. Their movements were graceful yet powerful, seamlessly transitioning from one technique to another. They demonstrated their mastery of various weapons, twirling staffs, and swinging swords with impressive precision.

Dwalin watched in awe as Y/N's training turned into an artful display. Their movements became a dance, each strike purposeful and controlled. The sun highlighted the sweat on their brow, a testament to their dedication and hard work.

After the demonstration, Dwalin applauded wholeheartedly. "By Durin's beard, Y/N! I never expected such prowess from a baker. You are truly a force to be reckoned with!"

Y/N laughed, the sound musical and full of joy. "Appearances can be deceiving, Dwalin. Baking is my passion, but the training ground is where I find balance and strength."

Their connection deepened as they spent more time together. Dwalin enchanted Y/N not only with his unwavering loyalty but also with his gentleness and vulnerability. They shared stories of their pasts, opening their hearts and creating a bond built on trust and understanding.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Dwalin and Y/N's bond grew stronger, transcending the boundaries of their respective races. The people of Erebor, who had witnessed the blossoming relationship between the grumpy dwarf and the human-dwarf hybrid, celebrated their love. They understood that true happiness could be found in embracing differences and standing together against the challenges that life presented.

Dwalin and Y/N became an inspiration to many, their love serving as a beacon of hope and unity. They embarked on adventures together, exploring the vast landscapes beyond Erebor, encountering mythical creatures, and forging alliances between dwarves and humans.

In time, Dwalin proposed to Y/N, presenting them with a ring forged with the finest dwarven craftsmanship. With tears of joy and love in their eyes, Y/N accepted, sealing their commitment to each other.

Their wedding became a grand celebration, attended by dwarves, humans, and other beings from near and far. It was a testament to the power of love and acceptance, a symbol of unity and understanding.

As the years passed, Dwalin and Y/N continued to thrive in their love. They built a life together, filled with laughter, adventure, and the aroma of freshly baked bread. Their story became legend, passed down through generations as a reminder that love knows no boundaries and that true strength lies in embracing the beauty of differences.

And as they walked hand in hand, their hearts filled with love, Dwalin and Y/N knew that their story would inspire generations to come, reminding them that love, in all its forms, was worth fighting for.

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No Lessons Needed

A/N: I got some new requests so I’m trying to finish them up this evening!

pairing: Sebastian x Reader

warnings: Fluffy

w/c: 582

Request: 

Heyyyy can you write Sebastian with a fem demon s/o who drives like a maniac. Like something like this?Sebastian: My lady, i didn’t know you could drive.S/o: I cant. *starts swerving and speeding* 

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Sebastian, a mild-mannered young man, found himself in the most unexpected of situations. He had always lived a relatively calm and predictable life, until he met Y/N, a captivating and enigmatic woman who happened to be a demon. Their love was unconventional, yet Sebastian was smitten by Y/N's bewitching charm and fiery personality.

One sunny afternoon, Sebastian and Y/N decided to embark on a road trip together. As they set off on their adventure, Sebastian's curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous grin and asked, "My lady, I didn't know you could drive."

Y/N smirked and replied, "I can't," before stepping on the gas pedal with an unexpected intensity. The car lurched forward, and Sebastian grasped onto the edges of his seat, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

They zipped through the countryside, Y/N maneuvering the vehicle with an unmatched recklessness. The wind howled around them as they sped down winding roads, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. Sebastian's hair blew wildly in the wind, and he struggled to maintain his composure.

Sebastian's voice trembled as he shouted, "Y/N, slow down! We're going to crash!"

But Y/N only laughed, her eyes sparkling with a devilish gleam. "Oh, my love, where's the fun in that?" she retorted, taking a sharp turn at breakneck speed, causing the tires to screech in protest.

As the journey continued, Sebastian's fear gradually transformed into a strange kind of exhilaration. He found himself marveling at Y/N's audacity, her unapologetic embrace of life's uncertainties. The chaos around them seemed to mirror the passion and intensity of their relationship.

Hours flew by in a blur of adrenaline and laughter. Y/N's demonic powers occasionally manifested in bursts of fiery magic, leaving trails of sparks in the wake of their wild ride. The world became a blur of colors and emotions, and Sebastian felt as if he were caught in a whirlwind of chaos and euphoria.

Eventually, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the horizon. Y/N eased off the accelerator, and the car gradually slowed down to a more reasonable speed. Sebastian took a deep breath, finally able to relax his tense muscles.

As they parked by the side of the road, Sebastian turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "I never thought I would survive a ride like that," he admitted, his voice filled with wonder.

Y/N chuckled, her demonic features softened by the fading light. "But you did, my love. And you're still here by my side."

Sebastian reached out to take Y/N's hand, his heart overflowing with affection. "Yes, and I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.

They sat together, basking in the afterglow of their wild adventure. The stars began to emerge, painting the sky with their celestial beauty. Sebastian gazed at the heavens, a sense of awe filling his being. In that moment, he realized that love was not always neat and predictable—it could be wild, chaotic, and exhilarating.

And as Sebastian and Y/N sat there, hand in hand, they knew that their love would continue to defy expectations, pushing them to explore the extraordinary and embrace the unknown. In each other's arms, they found solace in the beautiful chaos of their lives, forever united in their shared journey through the unexpected.

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Hey dear! Is there something you don't write?

Not really. If someone has any requests, I’ll do it. If it is a character or story I’m not aware of, then I’ll do some research before hand. However, I have very broad interests so I cover a lot of basis. So far all requests have been over things I enjoy so that has helped!

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Dunderheads

A/N: Another request done!

pairing: Zoro x Reader

warnings: Pure Fluff

w/c: 1056

Prompt: You and Zoro like each other but you both are oblivious. The crew tries their best to get you two together. 

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Zoro, the swordsman with a stoic demeanor and unwavering determination, had developed a secret crush on Y/N, a fellow member of the Straw Hat Pirates. Y/N, on the other hand, harbored her own hidden feelings for Zoro. They were both aware of their mutual attraction but were too dense and oblivious to make a move.

Recognizing the situation, Nami and Robin, the ship's resident love experts, decided it was time to intervene. They plotted and schemed, determined to create opportunities for Zoro and Y/N to spend time together and hopefully admit their feelings.

Their first attempt was a romantic dinner setup. Nami persuaded Sanji, the ship's cook, to prepare a delicious meal for two, setting a beautifully decorated table on the deck. Nami and Robin discreetly arranged for Zoro and Y/N to have dinner together, hoping the intimate atmosphere would spark something between them.

However, Zoro, being his oblivious self, failed to pick up on the romantic atmosphere. He devoured his food with gusto, entirely focused on the meal rather than the person sitting across from him. Y/N, feeling disheartened, tried to initiate some conversation, but Zoro's mind was occupied with nothing but the taste of the food.

Nami sighed in exasperation while Robin gave her a sympathetic look. It was clear that their first attempt had failed miserably.

Undeterred, the love experts devised another plan. This time, they organized a training session, ensuring Zoro and Y/N would be paired together. Nami and Robin hoped that the physical contact and shared adrenaline rush would ignite the spark of romance.

As the swords clashed and the sweat poured, Zoro and Y/N engaged in a fierce training session. The heat of battle and the synchronized movements made their hearts race. Y/N even managed to land a solid hit on Zoro, impressing the entire crew with their skill.

But once again, their dense nature prevailed. Zoro simply brushed off the hit and continued training, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere. Y/N, frustrated and unsure of how to proceed, couldn't find the right moment to confess her feelings amidst the chaos of the training session.

Nami and Robin exchanged disappointed glances, realizing that their attempts were failing. It seemed like Zoro and Y/N were determined to remain oblivious to their own emotions.

Determined to give it one last shot, Nami orchestrated a game night on the ship. She invited the crew to participate, but secretly designed the games to encourage Zoro and Y/N to work together and bond.

The games ranged from quizzes about each other's favorite things to team-building challenges that required cooperation and communication. Nami strategically paired Zoro and Y/N together, hoping that the competitive spirit and shared victories would break down their walls.

As the night progressed, Zoro and Y/N found themselves enjoying each other's company more and more. They laughed, teased, and discovered surprising things about each other. Their teammates cheered them on, nudging them closer together, while Nami and Robin observed with hopeful anticipation.

Eventually, it was time for the final game, a game of trust. Blindfolded, Zoro and Y/N had to guide each other through an obstacle course, relying solely on their communication and trust in one another. It was a true test of their connection.

With hearts pounding, they embarked on the challenge. Y/N's voice guided Zoro through the twists and turns, and Zoro's steady presence gave Y/N the confidence to face the unknown. They stumbled, laughed, and supported each other throughout the course.

As they reached the finish line, Zoro removed the blindfold and looked into Y/N's eyes, filled with admiration and newfound clarity. Y/N's cheeks flushed, and in that moment, they both knew it was time to confront their feelings.

Nami, unable to contain her excitement any longer, blurted out, "Zoro likes you, Y/N!"

Zoro froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Y/N, startled by Nami's outburst, blushed furiously and turned to face Zoro. The entire crew fell silent, waiting with bated breath for a response from the swordsman.

Zoro, known for his straightforwardness, struggled to find the right words. He scratched the back of his head, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah... it's true," he finally admitted, his voice gruff but sincere.

Y/N's heart raced, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and joy. "I... I like you too, Zoro," she confessed softly, her voice barely audible.

A collective cheer erupted from the crew, celebrating the long-awaited revelation. Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp began jumping around excitedly, while Franky played a celebratory tune on his guitar. Sanji, though disappointed that Y/N's affections weren't directed at him, put on a brave smile and congratulated the newfound couple.

Zoro took a step forward, closing the distance between him and Y/N. His eyes softened as he reached out, gently taking her hand in his. Y/N's heart fluttered at the touch, her cheeks growing warmer. Zoro leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, and whispered, "I'm glad we finally got this sorted out."

Y/N smiled, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. "Me too, Zoro."

From that moment on, their relationship blossomed. Zoro and Y/N spent more time together, going on adventures, training side by side, and gradually opening up to each other. Their shared affection only deepened, strengthening the bond between them.

Nami and Robin exchanged satisfied glances, knowing their intervention had been a success. They had witnessed the blossoming of a love that had long been overdue. The crew of the Straw Hat Pirates continued their journey, now with an added spark of romance among their ranks.

As the sun set on yet another day at sea, Zoro and Y/N stood at the bow of the ship, gazing out into the vast horizon. The wind tousled their hair, and a sense of tranquility settled over them. In that moment, surrounded by their Nakama, they realized that they had found not only love but also a family—a family that would always support them on their journey, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

And so, with hearts united and dreams intertwined, Zoro and Y/N embraced their newfound love, ready to face the adventures that awaited them as they sailed into the boundless world together.

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Jealousy and Birthdays

A/N: I am finishing these requests if it is the last thing I do!

pairing: Madara Uchiha x Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 656

Prompt: You and Hashirama search for a gift for Madara. He sees you both and gets a little jealous. 

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The sun shone brightly over the bustling streets of Konoha as Y/N walked through the streets from theirs and Madara’s home. Madara Uchiha, the powerful shinobi and leader of the Uchiha clan, was known for his stoic demeanor and fierce loyalty. Y/N admired his strength and determination, but also knew that beneath his tough exterior, he had a softer side.

It was a special day for Madara. His birthday was approaching, and Y/N wanted to surprise him with a thoughtful gift. They had enlisted the help of Hashirama, Madara's longtime friend and rival, to assist in finding the perfect present. Y/N knew that Hashirama's presence would make the task easier, as he had known Madara for many years and understood his tastes well.

As Madara prepared for an important meeting, Y/N and Hashirama headed to the local market. The stalls were filled with a variety of items, from rare weapons to exquisite jewelry. Y/N scanned the displays, hoping to find something that would resonate with Madara.

Unbeknownst to them, Madara's meeting had finished earlier than expected. On his way back, he caught a glimpse of Y/N and Hashirama walking together through the market. A pang of jealousy surged through his heart, causing his steps to falter. He couldn't help but wonder what they were doing together.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he followed them discreetly, keeping a safe distance. He watched as Y/N and Hashirama examined various trinkets, occasionally sharing a laugh or engaging in animated conversation. Each shared moment stoked the fire of jealousy within Madara.

When Y/N and Hashirama finally concluded their search and headed home, Madara raced ahead, his mind consumed with questions and anger. As Y/N opened the door to their house, they were met with Madara's intense gaze.

"What were you doing with Hashirama at the market?" Madara demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

Taken aback by Madara's sudden accusatory tone, Y/N tried to remain calm. "I was actually looking for a birthday gift for you," they replied softly.

Madara's expression softened slightly, his jealousy momentarily overshadowed by curiosity. "For me?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

Y/N nodded and retrieved a small box from their bag. "I wanted to find something special, something that reflects your strength and wisdom. Hashirama was helping me because he knows you well."

Madara's eyes widened as they handed him the box. He slowly opened it, revealing a beautifully crafted pendant in the shape of a Sharingan, the Uchiha clan's unique eye ability. The pendant gleamed with a deep red hue, capturing the essence of Madara's power.

For a moment, Madara was speechless. The depth of Y/N's thoughtfulness and their effort to find a gift that held such meaning overwhelmed him. He looked up at Y/N, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"I... I didn't mean to jump to conclusions," Madara stammered, feeling a pang of regret for doubting Y/N. "I should have trusted you."

Y/N smiled, a hint of mischief dancing in their eyes. "Apology accepted, but your delivery could use some work," they teased, their laughter echoing in the room.

Madara's cheeks flushed, a rare sight for someone so composed. He couldn't help but join in Y/N's laughter, realizing the absurdity of his earlier jealousy. In that moment, he felt a deep appreciation for the love and understanding they shared.

As the sun began to set, Madara and Y/N sat together, basking in the warmth of their reconciliation. The pendant now hung around Madara's neck, a constant reminder of Y/N's love and the strength of their bond.

In the end, jealousy had been replaced by laughter, and a simple birthday gift had become a symbol of forgiveness and growth. And in the heart of Konoha, Madara and Y/N's love story continued to unfold, unyielding to any obstacle that came their way.

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Love of Food

A/N: Another request done!

pairing: Tengen Uzui x Reader

warnings: Fluff

w/c: 967

Prompt: You are the chef for the restaurant in your hometown and Tengen falls for you and your cooking. 

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The aroma of sizzling spices and simmering sauces filled the air of Y/N's bustling restaurant, aptly named "Flavors of Home." Nestled in the heart of their hometown, the eatery had quickly gained a reputation for its delectable dishes and warm ambiance. Y/N, a talented chef and the proud owner of the establishment, had poured their heart and soul into creating a culinary haven for locals and visitors alike.

One sunny afternoon, as Y/N rushed between the kitchen and the dining area, a flamboyant figure caught their eye. Tengen Uzui, the flashy Hashira, strode into the restaurant with his signature charm and style. Heads turned, and whispers filled the room as people recognized the famous demon slayer. The vibrant colors of his kimono and the intricate patterns on his hair drew attention, but it was his captivating presence that truly captivated Y/N.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the flamboyant warrior. Tengen's larger-than-life personality seemed to infuse the restaurant with a newfound energy. His infectious laughter and captivating stories drew patrons in, making them feel like they were a part of his exciting adventures.

As days turned into weeks, Tengen's visits to the restaurant became a regular occurrence. He often sat at the bar, regaling Y/N with tales of his demon-slaying exploits and the beauty of his wives. Despite his larger-than-life persona, Tengen revealed a softer side to Y/N—a side that only emerged in the quiet moments they shared.

One evening, the restaurant's closing hour approached, and Y/N began tidying up the kitchen. Just as they were about to turn off the stove, Tengen strode in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey there, Y/N! I hope I'm not too late for some of your incredible cooking," Tengen said, flashing a charismatic smile.

Y/N chuckled and shook their head. "Never too late for you, Tengen. I'll whip something up for you."

As Y/N prepared a simple yet flavorful dish, Tengen leaned against the counter, observing with genuine interest. The tantalizing scents filled the room, adding to the air of anticipation that swirled between them.

As the food cooked, Tengen's conversation took an unexpected turn. He spoke about his wives—strong, beautiful women who had captured his heart. Y/N listened attentively, their heartstrings tugging with each word he spoke. They couldn't help but admire the depth of Tengen's love and dedication to his family.

"And then there's you, Y/N," Tengen confessed, his voice softer now. "I've fallen for you too."

The revelation hung in the air, causing Y/N's heart to skip a beat. They looked into Tengen's eyes, seeing a rare vulnerability that touched their soul.

"You have?" Y/N asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Tengen nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I know it's unconventional, but I can't deny my feelings. Would you be my fourth partner, Y/N?"

Y/N's mind raced, their emotions swirling in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. They had long admired Tengen from afar, never daring to hope for more. And now, here he was, laying his heart on the line.

In that moment, Y/N's heart made its decision. Love had a way of defying expectations and logic, and Y/N was no exception.

"Yes," Y/N replied, their voice steady. "I've loved you, Tengen. I'll be your fourth partner."

A mixture of relief and joy washed over Tengen's face, his smile widening. He stepped closer to Y/N, his fingers gently tracing their cheek.

"Thank you, Y/N. You've made me incredibly happy," Tengen said softly.

Their hands intertwined, sealing their newfound bond. The restaurant's kitchen, once filled with the hustle and bustle of culinary creations, now held the promise of a different kind of magic—a love story that defied expectations and flourished amidst the aroma of spices and the clattering of pans.

Word of their relationship quickly spread throughout the town. Some were skeptical, while others were filled with intrigue. But Y/N and Tengen paid no mind to the gossip and judgment. They focused on their love, cherishing the moments they shared together.

Tengen continued to visit the restaurant, not only for the food but also for the company of the person who had captured his heart. Each visit brought new surprises—a special dish crafted by Y/N's skilled hands, whispered words of affection shared in stolen moments, and the comfort of knowing that their love was growing stronger every day.

As their relationship flourished, Y/N and Tengen began to explore their shared passions outside the restaurant. They embarked on adventures together, exploring the breathtaking beauty of nature and reveling in the simple joys of life. Whether it was strolling through colorful gardens hand in hand or sharing a laughter-filled picnic by a tranquil lake, their bond continued to deepen and strengthen.

Over time, the people of the town began to see the genuine connection between Y/N and Tengen. They saw the love and happiness that radiated from them, and gradually, the skeptics turned into supporters. The once-bustling restaurant became a symbol of their love story, a place where dreams were realized and unconventional love blossomed.

Y/N's Flavors of Home became not just a restaurant but a testament to the power of love and the beauty of embracing one's true desires. People flocked to experience the culinary delights created by a chef who had found love in the most unexpected of places. And as they savored each mouthful, they couldn't help but be inspired by the extraordinary tale of Y/N and Tengen—a story that proved that sometimes, the most extraordinary connections are formed within the simplest of places, and that love, in all its forms, can defy boundaries and create a world where happiness thrives.

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Love’s Delight

A/N: Another request done!

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

warnings: Pure Fluff

w/c: 656

Prompt: You make Wanda dinner when she comes home from a mission

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Y/N stood in the cozy kitchen, a nervous excitement bubbling within their chest. Tonight was a special night—Wanda, their beloved wife and Avenger, was returning from a grueling mission. Y/N had spent the whole day preparing a meal, their favorite pasta from their home country. The fragrant aroma of simmering sauce and freshly cooked noodles filled the air, creating an ambiance of warmth and love.

As Y/N glanced at the clock, their heart skipped a beat. Any moment now, Wanda would walk through the door, tired but with a bright smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. Y/N's thoughts wandered to the first time they met Wanda, their lives intertwining in a beautiful dance of destiny. They were two souls from different worlds, drawn together by an unbreakable bond.

The sound of keys jingling outside the front door snapped Y/N back to reality. Their pulse quickened, and they turned off the stove, ready to surprise Wanda with the delicious meal they had prepared. The door swung open, and there stood Wanda, her dark hair slightly disheveled, her eyes reflecting the weariness of her recent mission.

"Welcome home, my love," Y/N greeted, their voice filled with affection and relief. "I've missed you so much."

Wanda's tired expression transformed into a wide smile as she took in the sight before her. The kitchen was adorned with flickering candles, casting a soft glow over the room. The tantalizing scent of their favorite pasta wafted through the air, reaching Wanda's senses. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.

"Oh, Y/N," Wanda whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. "You've outdone yourself."

Y/N stepped closer, their heart swelling with love. They wrapped their arms around Wanda, pulling her into a warm embrace. Wanda's tired body melted against Y/N's, finding solace and comfort in their touch.

"I wanted to make something special for you," Y/N murmured against Wanda's hair, their voice filled with tenderness. "To show you just how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything you do."

Wanda sniffled, her tears mixing with a contented smile. "You always know how to touch my heart, Y/N. This pasta... it reminds me of home, of the moments we've shared together. You've made me feel so loved."

Y/N pulled back slightly, their eyes meeting Wanda's shimmering ones. "You are my home, Wanda. And every moment spent with you is a treasure beyond measure."

Wanda cupped Y/N's cheek, her touch gentle yet filled with an indescribable intensity. "I love you, Y/N. More than words can express."

Y/N leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft and passionate kiss. The world around them faded into oblivion, leaving only their love and the promise of forever. In that moment, time stood still, allowing them to savor the profound connection they shared.

As they pulled apart, Y/N led Wanda to the beautifully set dining table. They sat down together, the air crackling with an unspoken understanding. The room was filled with the symphony of their laughter and conversations, as they indulged in the flavors of their shared past and the promises of their future.

With each mouthful of the delicious pasta, Wanda couldn't help but think of how fortunate she was to have found Y/N, their soulmate and the person who understood her in ways no one else could. As their eyes met across the table, they exchanged a silent vow—a promise to love, cherish, and support each other, no matter the challenges they faced.

And so, in the warmth of that evening, two souls found solace in the comfort of home and the enduring love they had forged. Their bond, like the taste of the pasta that lingered on their tongues, would remain a source of sustenance and strength for the rest of their lives.

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Embracing Dreams

A/N: Another request done!

pairing: Erwin Smith x Reader

warnings: Angst

w/c: 703

Prompt: You and Erwin discuss the future

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Erwin and Y/N lay side by side in their cozy bed in Erwin’s quarters, their bodies entwined, the softness of the sheets embracing them as they embarked on an intimate conversation about their future. Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon their faces, as if nature itself acknowledged the sacredness of their dreams.

"What do you envision for our lives?" Erwin's voice carried a mix of hope and vulnerability, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he dared to envision a world beyond their present.

Y/N's fingers danced along Erwin's chest, their touch a soothing rhythm against his skin. "I see us," they began, their voice brimming with conviction, "building a home that resonates with warmth and love. A place where we can nurture not only our love but also our dreams. We'll have a garden, lush with vibrant flowers and towering trees. The scent of jasmine and roses will dance through the air, and we'll revel in the joy of tending to nature's canvas… Maybe even have a couple of children."

Erwin's eyes shimmered, the weight of his impending fate bearing down on his heart. He turned his gaze to Y/N, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "But what if I cannot witness our dreams materialize? What if my time on this earth is limited, and I must depart before our visions become reality?"

Y/N's touch turned tender, their fingertips lingering on Erwin's cheek as they brushed away the trails of tears. "Oh, Erwin," they whispered, their voice laden with love and understanding. "We cannot foresee the twists and turns of fate, but what we have in this moment is a gift. Every second we share together is a testament to our love. And even if our time is cut short, we will embrace the beauty of the journey we embarked on, cherishing every memory and savoring every heartbeat."

Erwin's breath hitched, his emotions threatening to consume him entirely. He held Y/N closer, as if seeking solace in the warmth of their embrace. "Promise me," he implored, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and longing. "Promise me that when… if I am gone, you will carry the flame of happiness within your heart. Promise me you will continue to pursue our dreams, creating a future filled with laughter and love."

Y/N's voice quivered, their own tears mingling with Erwin's. But within the tremor, their determination remained unyielding. "I promise, Erwin," they vowed, their words an unbreakable oath. "I promise to honor your memory and nourish our dreams. I will build a life that embraces the light, knowing that it is what you would want for me. Your love will guide me through the darkest nights, and your spirit will forever be woven into the tapestry of our dreams."

Erwin's grip tightened, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on Y/N's skin. He drew in a shaky breath, his voice a fragile melody laced with acceptance and yearning. "Thank you, Y/N. Knowing that you will find happiness in the wake of my absence eases the weight upon my heart. I love you more than words can ever convey."

Y/N pressed their lips against Erwin's forehead, their love transcending the physical realm and enveloping their very souls. "I love you too, Erwin," they murmured, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand promises. "And as long as we hold each other in our hearts, our dreams will never fade away. Together, we will forge a future that blossoms with the essence of our love, a testament to the life we built together."

In that ethereal moment, time itself ceased to exist. Erwin and Y/N clung to each other, their love an unyielding force that defied the limitations of mortality. They understood that life was an unpredictable tapestry, and the future held no guarantees. Yet, their bond remained unbreakable, and within the sanctuary of their shared dreams, they found solace and the strength to face whatever lay ahead. With each passing moment, they painted the canvas of their lives with the brushstrokes of love, resilience, and an unwavering determination to manifest the dreams they held dear. No matter how short it may be.

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Love Unvieled

A/N:  I am behind and I am trying to get posts out. I apologize for the wait and please send me anything you want me to write

pairing: Sebastian x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff, little angst

w/c: 1060

Prompt: Sebastian and Reader have begun dating. However, Sebastian wants to show the reader his secret. 

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Y/N Phantomhive, sibling of the young Earl Ciel Phantomhive, lived a life unlike most within the walls of the grand Phantomhive Manor. Shadows danced around them, whispering secrets, and the winds carried echoes of the supernatural. Many rumors spread about the family, and there was more truth to them than one would like to admit. Among the enigmatic figures in the manor, none captivated Y/N as Sebastian Michaelis, the elegant and ever-dutiful butler.

From the moment they laid eyes on Sebastian, a subtle yet undeniable spark ignited between them. Their exchanges were laced with witty banter and fleeting glances that held promises of something more. It was a dangerous game, for Sebastian was no ordinary man. Deep down, Y/N sensed he held secrets darker than the night itself. Ciel had warned them against getting too close, but they knew Sebastian would never hurt them.

As days turned into nights and nights into days, the attraction between Y/N and Sebastian grew stronger. They found solace in stolen moments, glances, and the intoxicating allure of their forbidden connection. In the quiet corners of the manor, they would steal away, sharing kisses and whispered confessions. The boundaries of duty and social standing blurred as their hearts entwined.

One evening, as the manor's halls cloaked in silence, Y/N found themselves alone with Sebastian after he finished his evening duties. The air crackled with tension, their hearts beating in harmony as they confessed their hidden desires. It was a moment of vulnerability, truth hanging heavy in the air, waiting to be revealed. Their flirting had turned into a relationship. They had many nights talking and engaging in other activities, forming a bond, but something was wrong.

Sebastian, unable to bear the weight of his deception any longer, took a deep breath and made a confession that would change everything, including their relationship. He revealed his true nature, unveiling himself as a demon—an entity far removed from the realm of mortals. The revelation hung heavy in the air, heavy with uncertainty.

Y/N's eyes widened with disbelief, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the truth laid before them. "A demon?" they whispered, their voice trembling. "But... that's impossible…"

Sebastian's crimson eyes held a mix of anticipation and fear. He had braced himself for their reaction, knowing it could either solidify their bond or shatter it entirely. "I understand if this is too much for you to accept," he said softly. "But I wanted to share my true self with you, to be honest in a way I have never been before with you."

Y/N's mind raced as they tried to process the enormity of the revelation. Images of supernatural creatures, dark magic, and the unknown flooded their thoughts, but… It explains a lot. Amidst the chaos, there was something else—a deep-rooted trust and affection for the demon butler who had shown them love and devotion beyond measure. They knew what he said was true.

With a mixture of uncertainty and determination, Y/N reached out, their hand trembling slightly. "Sebastian... I may not fully understand the intricacies of your existence, but one thing I do know is that I love you. Your true form doesn't change that, and I wish to see you as you truly are."

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, his heart leaping at their words. For so long, he had hidden his true self, fearing rejection and repulsion. But here stood Y/N, not only accepting him but embracing him and sharing words he had longed to hear. A wave of relief washed over him, and a soft smile tugged at his lips.

Encouraged by their reassurance, Sebastian mustered the courage to reveal his true form—a sight that very few had witnessed and lived to tell the tale. In a swirl of darkness, his elegant butler's facade dissolved, giving way to the visage of a demon. His hair turned long and obsidian, black wings sprouting from his back, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. Horns sprouted from his forehead, adding an air of ethereal danger to his presence.

Y/N gasped, their breath catching in their throat as they beheld the sight before them. The initial shock was undeniable, for demons were creatures of nightmares and legends. But soon, their fear transformed into awe. They looked upon Sebastian's true form with a newfound appreciation, captivated by the raw power and beauty that emanated from him.

"You... You're astonishing," Y/N murmured, their voice filled with wonder. "Sebastian, you are more breathtaking than I could have ever imagined."

Sebastian's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and adoration. He had bared his soul, his deepest secret, and instead of rejection, he found acceptance and love. Their words washed away his doubts and insecurities, leaving only the certainty that they were meant to be together.

With a surge of emotions, Y/N stepped forward, their hand reaching out to touch Sebastian's transformed face gently. The ridges of his demon horns felt cool against their fingertips, and a shiver of excitement raced down their spine. "You've shown me a world beyond my wildest dreams, Sebastian. I want to be a part of it, to stand by your side. No matter the challenges we face, we'll face them together."

Sebastian's eyes glittered with tears of joy, a rare vulnerability shining through his stoic facade. He grasped Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling them close. "Y/N, my love, you have given me a gift more precious than anything I could ever ask for. Together, we shall conquer the darkness and create our own paradise."

And so, in the depths of the Phantomhive Manor, two souls forged an unbreakable bond—a love that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding. As the moon cast its gentle glow upon them, Y/N and Sebastian stood united, ready to face the trials that awaited them, hand in hand. In each other, they had found solace, passion, and an eternal love that would defy the ages. Their journey was just beginning, and together, they would navigate the uncharted waters of their intertwined destinies, drawing strength from the love that bound them.

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Bound by Love's Defiance

A/N:  I am behind and I am trying to get posts out. I apologize for the wait and please send me anything you want me to write

pairing: Fili x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff, slight angst, fighting

w/c: 1074

Prompt: Fili and Y/N have been having a secret relationship but it comes to light. Thorin does not react the best.

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The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow upon the secret garden hidden within Erebor's grand walls. Y/N and Fili, two souls entwined, had sought refuge in this secluded haven. They found each other in the midst of the perilous journey of The Company, but it was in the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies that their hearts truly found solace in each other.

As they sat together on a blanket, surrounded by fragrant blooms, their laughter filled the air. A picnic had been prepared by Fili, with a spread of delicious treats and a bottle of wine, the very same wine they had shared on their first stolen moment together. Y/N looked at Fili, their eyes sparkling with affection, and whispered, "I can't believe we've managed to keep this a secret for so long. I fear what Thorin will do when he finds out"

Fili chuckled softly, his hand finding Y/N's under the moonlight. "We will tell him in time. He knows you are a good person, even if human. He knows of your honor," he replied, his voice laced with tenderness. "But I dream of the day when we can be together openly, without fear or hiding."

Lost in the enchantment of their stolen moments, they chatted about their hopes, dreams, and the adventures that still awaited them. The future. The air around them seemed to hum with an indescribable energy, a testament to the depth of their connection. But as fate would have it, their blissful interlude was about to be shattered.

A rustling of leaves interrupted their conversation, and before they could react, Thorin Oakenshield, the king of Erebor, stood before them, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and betrayal. Y/N and Fili scrambled to their feet, their hands breaking apart, their hearts pounding with trepidation.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Thorin's voice thundered through the garden, causing the very flowers to tremble. "Have you no respect for your duties?!"

Fili stepped forward, his voice firm but tinged with desperation. "Uncle, I know this goes against tradition and duty, but my heart chose Y/N, and I cannot deny what we share."

Thorin's face twisted with anger, his gaze shifting from Fili to Y/N, his voice dripping with scorn. "You dare to deceive me, to betray the trust I placed in you? This is madness, both of you!"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as they watched the fiery confrontation unfold. Doubt began to gnaw at their heart, questioning whether their love was worth the pain it was causing. But before their resolve could crumble, Fili took hold of their trembling hand, his eyes filled with determination.

The air crackled with tension as Thorin's rage continued to boil over. He took a step closer to Fili, his voice seething with fury. "You think your selfish desires outweigh the responsibilities you bear as a prince of Erebor? Have you no respect for our lineage?"

Fili squared his shoulders, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Uncle, I love Y/N with all my heart. I understand the weight of our duty, but love knows no boundaries. I cannot deny the bond we share. You of all people should know what they have sacrificed."

Thorin's face contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "Love is a dangerous path to tread, Fili, especially as a prince. It can cloud your judgment, blind you to the consequences of your actions."

Y/N, their heart heavy with guilt and the weight of Thorin's disapproval, stepped forward. "Thorin, please understand that our relationship does not diminish our loyalty to you or our commitment to the people of Erebor. It only strengthens our resolve to protect and honor our commitments."

Thorin's eyes flickered between them, his features softening briefly before hardening once again. "You have made your choice, then," he growled. "But know that your actions have consequences. The burden of this betrayal will haunt you, and you will face the repercussions of your defiance. It weakens the claim of the throne of Fili’s children if you two shall have them. They will be challenged. The line of Durin could end."

Fili's voice trembled, his love for Y/N palpable in every word. "Uncle, I am prepared to face whatever consequences lie ahead. But I ask you, please, do not let this divide us. Our kinship is still strong, even if our paths diverge in matters of the heart."

Thorin's gaze flickered with a mix of sadness and anger, but he remained silent, his emotions churning beneath his regal exterior.

Feeling the weight of Thorin's disapproval pressing upon them, Fili gently took Y/N's hand and led them away from the garden, their hearts heavy with a mix of hope and uncertainty. They walked in silence, the echoes of Thorin's disapproving words reverberating in their minds.

Once they were far enough from the prying ears of Erebor, Fili stopped, his grip on Y/N's hand tightening. "My love," he said, his voice laced with determination, "we may face many trials ahead, but we must remain steadfast. Our love is worth fighting for, and we will not let anyone tear us apart."

Y/N looked into Fili's eyes, seeing the unwavering love and resolve within them. The doubts that had plagued their heart earlier began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound strength. "You're right, Fili," they replied, their voice filled with determination. "We will face whatever comes our way, together."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Fili and Y/N turned their backs on the echoes of the heated argument, ready to forge their own path, hand in hand. They knew the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but as long as they had each other, they were confident they could overcome anything.

Y/N looked into Fili's eyes, seeing the unwavering devotion reflected in them. In that moment, doubts gave way to a flicker of hope, and they nodded, their voice quivering with emotion. "I choose us, Fili. I choose our love, even if it means facing the disapproval of others."

A bittersweet smile graced Fili's lips as he gently cupped Y/N's face. "That's all I needed to hear, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of relief and determination. "No matter what storms may come, I will stand by your side, and we will weather them together.”

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Amongst the Fire and Ice

A/N:  I am posting again! Hurray! Feel free to send me requests or ideas. 

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff, slight angst

w/c: 879

Prompt: Daemon must go off to battle. You don’t what him to. A fight starts amongst you two. 

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The air in Dragonstone was heavy with tension as Y/N, the determined warrior wife of Daemon, paced anxiously in the grand hall. Her heart pounded in her chest as she awaited the return of Daemon Targaryen, her love and the commander of the Targaryen forces. Daemon was about to lead his troops into a decisive battle against the forces of darkness, and Y/N couldn't shake off the fear that gripped her.

The doors of the hall creaked open, and Daemon entered, his armor gleaming in the torchlight. His violet eyes flickered with a mix of determination and anger. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she approached him.

"Daemon," she began, her voice trembling, "I must speak with you."

He glanced at her, his expression hardened by the weight of responsibility. "Not now, Y/N. We are on the brink of war and I must make preparations. I will not embarrass us on the battlefield."

Y/N's eyes narrowed. "That's precisely why we need to talk, Daemon. This battle... It's too dangerous. I fear for your life. I have had dreams… Visions of your death"

Daemon scoffed, his temper flaring. "You think I'm going to sit back and let others fight while I hide? I am a Targaryen, and it is my duty to lead! It is my birthright!"

"And it is my duty to ensure your safety!" Y/N shot back, her voice rising. "We’ve both seen the horrors of war, Daemon. I know the price it extracts. I don't want to lose you!"

Daemon's anger swelled, his voice thundering through the hall. "You don't get to dictate what I do! This is my fight, and I will not back down, woman."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she fought to keep her voice steady. "I'm not trying to dictate, Daemon. I'm scared. Scared of losing you, scared of a future without you. Can't you understand that?"

Silence engulfed the hall as Daemon's anger slowly subsided. He gazed at Y/N, his shoulders slumping with a mixture of remorse and affection. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her face gently.

"Y/N, I... I didn't realize how much this affected you," he admitted softly. "I'm sorry for my outburst. But please understand, I cannot ignore my responsibilities. You above all should know that."

Y/N sighed, her anger ebbing away. "I know, Daemon. And I respect that. But we need to find a balance between duty and love. I cannot bear to lose you, but I also cannot ask you to abandon your purpose."

Daemon's grip tightened, his eyes reflecting a renewed determination. "Then let us find that balance together. I will fight for our cause, but I promise to be cautious and return to you."

A mix of relief and gratitude washed over Y/N. She leaned into Daemon's touch, her voice filled with affection. "I trust you, Daemon. Just... promise me that you'll take care of yourself."

"I promise, if you do the same," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

They stood there for a moment, entwined in each other's arms, finding solace in their love. As the minutes ticked by, Daemon released Y/N and took a step back, his eyes fixed on the battle preparations outside.

"I must go now, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with resolve. "But I carry your love with me. It will be my strength."

Y/N nodded, her gaze filled with determination. "Fight well, Daemon Targaryen, but remember that you have something to return to."

With one last lingering look, Daemon turned and strode out of the hall, the weight of his destiny bearing down upon him.

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Days turned into weeks, and the battle raged on. Y/N anxiously awaited news of Daemon's return, her heart burdened with fear and anticipation. And then, at last, a rider approached Dragonstone, bearing tidings from the front lines.

Daemon had returned.

Y/N raced towards the courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. And there he stood, tall and resolute, surrounded by his weary but triumphant men. Their eyes met, and a smile cracked across Y/N's face.

Daemon made his way to her, his steps heavy but filled with purpose. When they finally embraced, Y/N held on tight, feeling the warmth of his presence and the relief of his safe return.

"I'm back, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with exhaustion and relief. "We were victorious."

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. "Are you hurt?"

Daemon shook his head. "A few minor wounds, nothing serious. I told you I'd be cautious."

A mix of emotions swirled within Y/N, but she maintained her stern expression. "Good. You better keep that promise."

A chuckle escaped Daemon's lips, his violet eyes twinkling. "Of course, my love. I wouldn't dare break that promise."

With a shared smile, they began to walk towards the castle, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. For they had found the balance between love and duty, and in each other, they discovered the strength to navigate the treacherous path that fate had laid before them.

Together, Y/N and Daemon Targaryen would face the future, united amidst fire and ice.

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Embers at Dinner

A/N:  Not really anything for me to say on this one

pairing: Zuko x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff,

w/c: 529

Request: 

Can you write a Chubby fem reader x Zuko?

Reader is watching Zuko train whilst preparing dinner for the Avatar gang. During dinner time Reader gets cold and so Zuko sits really close wrapping an arm around her waist. Reader is in disbelief and is getting flustered and He says something like “Are you not hungry? Come on sweets, I’ll eat your dinner if you don’t want to, you know I had to work up a sweat this afternoon because a certain pretty girl wouldn’t take her eyes off me”

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The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the Fire Nation palace as the Avatar gang gathered for dinner. The tantalizing aroma of spices filled the air as the gang settled around the table, eagerly awaiting the meal prepared by the gang’s signature cook, Y/N.

Y/N had spent the better part of the day in the kitchen, her focus divided between the stove and the courtyard where Zuko trained diligently. Every now and then, her gaze would wander toward the Fire Prince, captivated by his agility and determination.

Zuko's fiery movements were mesmerizing, his body flowing seamlessly through a series of precise strikes and defensive maneuvers. The sweat glistened on his forehead as he pushed himself, embodying the fierce determination that had come to define him. Y/N couldn't help but admire his dedication and the way his muscles flexed with each movement.

You shook your head snapping your daydreaming, focusing on the dinner before you. As the dishes were laid out, Y/N couldn't help but feel a chill creep into the room. She hugged her arms to her sides, shivering slightly. Zuko, noticing her discomfort, paused mid-conversation and turned his gaze towards her.

"Are you cold?" Zuko asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Y/N blushed, surprised by the sudden attention. "Uh, y-yeah. It's getting chilly."

Without a moment's hesitation, Zuko scooted closer to her, his arm snaking around her waist, providing a comforting warmth. Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.

Zuko smirked, his golden eyes dancing with mischief. "Are you not hungry? Come on, pepper, I'll eat your dinner if you don't want to. You know, I had to work up a sweat this afternoon because a certain pretty girl wouldn't take her eyes off me."

Y/N's jaw dropped, a mix of surprise and flustered disbelief flooding her senses. Her heart pounded in her chest as she mustered a weak protest. "Zuko, you're being ridiculous."

His smug grin only widened as he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. "Maybe I am, but you have to admit, it's fun to see you all flustered."

Y/N's blush intensified, and she couldn't help but playfully swat his arm. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Zuko's laughter resonated through the room, filling the air with a joyous melody. "Only for you, my sweet firecracker."

As the rest of the gang looked on with knowing smiles, Y/N couldn't help but realize how lucky she was to have Zuko in her life. And in that moment, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and the scent of a delicious meal, she knew that their connection burned brighter than any flame.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of lighthearted banter and shared glances. Zuko's arm remained securely around Y/N's waist, creating a sense of comfort and intimacy that she had never experienced before. The dinner table seemed to fade into the background as their attention remained fixated on each other.

As the meal drew to a close, Zuko suggested taking a stroll in the palace gardens. Y/N eagerly agreed, relishing your time together.

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Happy Final Moment

A/N:  Not really anything for me to say on this one

pairing: Rengoku x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff, One curse word

w/c: 1184 (shorter side)

Prompt: You and Rengoku become face-to-face with the Upper Moon Demon Akaza. You know what you have to do to get Rengoku out alive. 

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With the train at a halt, you and Rengoku came face to face with the Upper Moon Demon-3, known as Akaza. You would be lying to say you weren't terrified. You would be lying in saying you weren't more scared for Rengoku than yourself.  And while you did have courage enough to face him by himself, you also had confidence that Rengoku could do it without you. This was why you were so sure he could defeat him. Rengoku wasn't just a man who could take down demons; he was one of the best men you knew. If anyone could get past Akaza, he could.  

“Rengoku?”  Your eyes locked onto his. "Yes, Y/N? His eyes shone brightly, like a fire crackling on a cold winter's night. “I want you to know if we don't make it through this... You are very important to me.”  The warmth radiating from his gaze reassured you. “As you are to me.”  With that statement, he took your hand in his own and gave you a small squeeze. It only made you feel better knowing that he cared about you. Even though he couldn't see it. “I promise we'll come back. For each other. Always.” The words left no doubt in your mind - he'd keep his word. He always did. That meant everything to you. To hear something like that made your heart swell and ache at the same time.  You squeezed his hand tighter, hoping he understood what it truly meant to you. “Let’s finish this together, ok?” You smiled and nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah."

You both started getting into fighting positions. Akaza stared at you both intently, causing your heartbeat to raise and you tried to regain your breathing. Then, he finally spoke. "I can tell just by looking at you that you're strong. Wouldn't you both rather be demons?"  Your blood went cold and you felt the fear grip on your sword strengthen. "The two of us will never see eye to eye with you."

Akaza started running at you. Your legs instinctively began moving. Rengoku, on the other hand, started sprinting forward. But it seemed that he wasn't going as fast as he thought he was, because the moment he was close enough, Akaza was suddenly right in front of him. Akaza's fists began flying at Rengoku, who barely managed to block them in time. "Are you even ready to kill me yet?" Akaza asked.  When the question was asked in such an innocent tone, it didn't seem like the demon was expecting an answer. He must have forgotten that Rengoku could be just as dangerous when he was angered. But that doesn't stop Rengoku from doing exactly what the demon expected. He swung. As soon as his sword connected with Akaza's arm, you watched as Akaza fell backward and landed flat on his ass. "That was stupid of you, Rengoku," Akaza laughed. You decided to come up from behind the demon before he regained his footing. You were determined to finish him off, regardless of the risk. Before you could move, however, Akaza caught you off guard by punching you square in the stomach, sending you flying toward Rengoku. As soon as you landed, though, you pushed yourself up, ignoring the searing pain in your body, and ran back towards Akaza. You swung your sword, but the demon caught it and threw it away from you. You jumped backward when he tried to hit you again, but he missed by inches. The demon moved to grab you, but you were quicker. Instead, you grabbed your sword, raised it over your head, and aimed to cut off his legs. He dodged out of the way just in time.

The battle continued for quite some time. Your non-sword arm was injured and the side of Rengoku's face of bloodied f You struggled to maintain your balance against the weight of the sword, which weighed heavy on your sore arm. You had no idea how much longer you could continue this fight. The only thing keeping you going was the fear of the alternative.  However, as the fight continued to go on, it was clear one of you was not leaving if the fight was alive.

You saw from the corner of your eye Rengoku preparing what appeared to be a finishing move. Your eyes narrowed. What he was doing, could leave him vulnerable. Which means you had to attack first. You charged at Akaza gaining his attention. "Flame breathing, esoteric art! Set your heart ablaze. Overcome your limits!" Rengoku yelled going for his final shot but froze when he saw your state.

Akaza's arm was going right through your stomach. He regained his composure and began slicing Akaza's neck causing him to jump away and flee. With Akaza's arm removed from your abdomen, you fell to the ground You clutched your stomach and attempted to sit up, your vision starting to fade. Your breath became heavier and ragged. Blood oozed from every wound, soaking the fabric of your uniform.

"Y/N! You heard Rengoku yell at you as he rushed to your side. The second you heard his voice, the world started turning black. You noticed his hand grabbing yours tightly. Rengoku held tight to your hand as if he were afraid you might slip away if he let go. Your grip on his hand tightened too. After all these months, his hand still made your heart beat faster than ever. The two of you, despite your differences, somehow found each other. Somehow, despite the countless dangers you faced together, you knew you wanted to stay together for life. You just hoped Rengoku felt the same way you did.

"Ren...go...ku?" you said gasping for breath. "I think... I am dying.  

"No, no, no, don't talk like that!" Rengoku shouted, holding you close to him as if he could prevent the dark from taking you away from him. "Stay with me. Stay with me. I promised, my dear friend, that I would protect you!" Despite Rengoku's frantic ramblings, you found yourself drifting off to sleep. "Rengoku..." You whispered weakly. Just then, you felt something warm press against your hand and it felt like Rengoku was kissing the back of your hand, causing shivers to run up and down your spine. "...I'll do anything to protect you too, Y/N..." Rengoku responded. "Anything you wish for. Just say the word..." His voice wavered slightly.

"I love you, Rengoku. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes and slid down your cheeks. You couldn't hold them back any longer, no matter how hard you tried to. All you felt was complete peace and happiness at having said the words you wanted for so long. "Thank you..." You breathed. "Y/N. Thank you. For loving me as well... I love you. The last thing you remembered seeing was Rengoku leaning in towards you, bringing your lips closer together until there was nothing between the pair.  There was a gentle kiss shared between you as the sun kissed your faces on its descent above the horizon.

Your final happy moment.

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I See You

A/N: Got this one from a request that wanted to remain anonymous!

pairing: Aizawa x Reader

warnings: Primarily fluff, Cursing

w/c: 1943 

Prompt: You have lived your entire life as a villain. Can Aizawa get you to change your ways? 

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You hated him but you were drawn to him. You didn’t hate the way he looked at you; his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and they sparkled when he chucked at the banter you both did when you fought. You hated the way he kept trying to convince you to change your ways but you couldn't help but appreciate him for it.

"Stop this, Wintera!" Aizawa shouted, grabbing your arm as you turned the corner down an alleyway towards your escape."Let go of me, Aizawa," you said coolly as you tried wiggling your way out of his grasp but he held firm. "Aizawa, let go of my fucking arm! I'm tired of hearing about how much you need me to be a better person."

"Wintera, please stop fighting with me. I know you, I know it is good in you," he pleaded, his voice softening slightly. He was always so gentle with you, even though you knew that he had no reason to be. It wasn't like being a villain was your first career choice "Please just let me take care of you-" "No! Fuck that Aizawa, I can handle myself," you spat before breaking free from his grip and storming away, ignoring the tears beginning to fall from your eyes. "Just leave me alone. Let me deal with everything by myself. I'm a lost cause, always have been, and will be."

You were angry, frustrated, and hurt. You didn't deserve to feel that way but you could never really understand why anyone would want to be around you when they saw you for who you truly were. When your quirk manifested, you accidentally froze both of your parents. They were killed instantly, and you were on the run ever since, doing anything you could to survive.  All those years of running away and living in dark alleys made it hard to get by on your own but you still managed, eventually getting the attention of Aizawa who you knew briefly when you were kids.

He couldn't deny he was attracted to Ever since then you two became something more than friends - something more than enemies - but he never acted on the attraction that he felt for you. There was never an opportunity for you to act on the feelings you had for him - or vice versa. You were a villain after all. Instead, you continued to stay apart until now - and you were grateful. It was painful for someone to try to reach out to you when no one else had. It felt hopeless. It was better if he just stayed away...

"I won't ever stop trying...", he said one last thing. The voice rang in your ears and your heart skipped a beat, the words repeating over and over again inside your head. You paused, turning slowly to look back at the alleyway behind you. There was no one there.

"I won't ever stop reaching you..."

--- The night was beautiful, the sky lit up by millions of stars shining brightly above your head. The warm breeze blew your hair gently against your face as you gazed up at the clear blackness of the sky. The air was filled with the sweet smell of flowers and grass, mixed with the slight scent of exhaust fumes. The city buzzed below you, cars honking loudly as they drove past, lights glowing brightly and people moving in every direction. The sounds of the bustling city surrounded you and made you feel relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. The night was calm and serene and you loved it.

You glanced down at your wrist, checking the time on your phone. It read 10:37pm. You looked down at the bank below you and began to prepare yourself for the descent. This was the last job you'd gotten in a while and you wanted to make sure it went smoothly. You hadn't had the best experiences lately and your nerves weren't exactly settled. If you didn't do this well, it'd be difficult to secure another job and you wouldn't get paid You needed this job if you wanted to get by. You took a deep breath before pushing off the ledge of the building, letting gravity pull you forward, and diving towards the ground as you created a slide of ice. You landed easily, not making a single noise and keeping low as you walked along the road, listening intently to make sure nobody was near. Right as you were about to try to scale to freeze the window, you heard a voice behind you. "Hey there!" You flinched violently and spun around quickly, only to come face to face with the man you had been avoiding for weeks. His eyes gleamed mischievously and his smirk was crooked, causing his already sharp features to give him an even more intimidating look. "What are you doing here?" You asked him, hoping your trembling voice wasn't too loud. It was almost pitchy. You winced internally; it was a terrible sound. Aizawa chuckled, leaning against the wall next to you as he crossed his arms. "Saw you, felt like you were up to something. I am a hero after all. He smirked at you, giving you a wink. Your eyes widened as you took note of the fact that he wore his costume, revealing his hero costume underneath. You gulped.

Suddenly, you felt his hand reach out and grab yours forcing you to follow him into the alleyway next to the bank. Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage as he pulled you close, pressing his body against yours as he stared at you intensely. "Why? His deep voice vibrated through your chest causing a shiver to ripple down your spine. You swallowed nervously, trying to ignore the feeling that his hands were on your waist and his body pressed flush against yours. "Why do you continue this way? This doesn't need to be you! You opened your mouth to respond but he quickly covered your lips, cutting you off. "Don't lie to me. Don't give me excuses. Stay with me. He whispered urgently, his warm breath fanning across your face. "Stay with me Y/N, please…" You froze in shock, unable to respond as he leaned closer to you. "I know you. I know you are better than this. Please... Please... Your heart dropped as he trailed off, closing the gap between you and pulling you close to him in a tight embrace. You froze in surprise, your heartbeat picking up speed as he hugged you tightly and nuzzled into your hair. You closed your eyes and allowed him to hold you, letting the warmth of his body wash over you. He had gotten to you. You were no longer the lone survivor of the streets anymore. You were safe now. He was going to keep you safe. He was going to take care of you. "Y/N, say something to me. Anything. I don't care how trivial it might seem right now, but tell me anything at all." You sighed quietly, feeling tears begin to roll down your cheeks. You didn't want to admit that he was right. He was always right.

"I... I need you... You saw me... You always saw me..." you murmured quietly, holding onto him tighter as his heart rate increased. Your words seemed to be enough for him because he pulled you away gently. You stood there, staring at each other, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling in your stomach. You watched as his gaze moved from yours, looking down at the ground before he brought his eyes back up and locked them with yours. He smiled softly before leaning forward and kissing you.

Your eyes widened, and his lips were soft yet rough against yours. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, begging for entrance which you eagerly gave. Your hands reached up, tangling themselves in his hair as he continued kissing you. You felt sparks shoot up your spine at the contact as his hands ran down your sides and gripped your ass, pulling you even closer to him. His lips were warm, sending tingles through your entire body. Everything about him felt right. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You couldn't help it, he had changed you. He had changed you for the better. For once, he had given you something you hadn't thought possible, something you had been longing for, someone who you cared for. His kiss was tender and loving as if he were afraid that any moment he would break you. That's why he was kissing you so that he could remind himself that you were real That you belonged to him.

All too soon he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he let out a shaky sigh. Tears rolled down your face as you looked up at him, taking in his appearance and memorizing every single detail of his face before pressing your lips to his. You mumbled against his lips, pulling away reluctantly.

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"Professor Aizawa! When do we get to meet your wife?" Denki yelled excitedly, jumping up and down as he awaited his teacher's response. Eraserhead raised a brow at him while Hizashi laughed beside him. Shouta knew they were asking him something similar every day hoping to finally get the chance to meet you They were all eager to meet the woman who had captured their teacher's attention and affection, but he found it beneficial to keep his work life and school life separate So instead of giving a direct answer, he simply shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe one day when you all are heroes you will have the chance to work alongside her. "The class both groaned, hanging their heads dejectedly. "Come on man! You know we've been waiting for months. We're practically dying of suspense!

Eraserhead turned to face the class, a serious look appearing on his face. "But that is something for me to decide when I see the opportunity. In the meantime..." He was interrupted by the classroom door slamming open A familiar female figure came marching into the room, a large grin stretched across her face as she slammed a lunchbox down on his desk. The students jumped slightly in surprise and looked at her curiously. Aizawa blinked in surprise to see his wife in his class in the middle of the da She smiled happily at him, "Good morning babe. Sorry to interrupt but you left your lunch at home. " She grinned Eraserhead stared back at her silently for a few moments before he cleared his throat. "Ahh... Thank you, love... I will see you at home. Class please-"

"Woah! Your wife is the villain turned hero Wintera?" yelled Mineta. Everyone turned to face him in confusion as he pointed an accusing finger at her. "She's hot!" Mineta shouted, turning red. The class sighed and began to mutter amongst themselves again, but he noticed a hint of a blush on your cheeks. Aizawa gritted his teeth in annoyance. He couldn't believe they were still talking about this. As much as he hated to admit it, his students were right about his relationship with Wintera. She had changed his life in many ways. He couldn't remember a time when he'd felt more loved or happier than when she'd taken him in and raised him as her son. He glanced at her for a brief moment before focusing back on his kids. "Class. Get back to work." He said flatly. The class fell silent instantly and returned to what they were doing.

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