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Princess Aurora/Sleeping Beauty 1959
Requested by anon
⛈💗🤧 and 💤 from the soft spring fluff and sickfic prompts, please? I love your writing and your fanfictions so much❤️
Rainstorm. Blanket snuggles. Sneezes. Sleepy. Thank you so much for the kind compliment 💕 I love writing them so feel free to request anytime and as much as you want :)
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“Hey,” Nat greeted, sniffling. You looked up from the couch when she walked in the room, and then frowned.
“Baby, you’re soaking wet,” you murmured, removing the blanket from your lap and standing.
“It’s pouring outside,” Natasha explained. You nodded, coming over to her.
“I know,” you chuckled as you played with some of her wet strands. Nat gently removed your hand and took a step back from you.
“Nat?”
“Hh..heh..hetschoo! H’husshooo! Sorry.”
“Bless you,” you frowned, stepping close to her once more. She was sniffling nonstop and you could tell she needed a tissue.
“Look at what the rains done to you,” you murmured. “Come on, hot shower and dry clothes. I don’t want you catching a cold.”
“I’m fine,” Nat managed before coughing a few times. “Okay, maybe not.”
“Mhmm. Come on.”
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Once Natasha had finished showering, you were fairly certain she’d caught a cold.
“How did you even catch a cold that fast, baby?”
“I don’t know,” Nat groaned, pulling the blankets up even higher around herself, and then sneezing into them two seconds later.
“H’hetshoo! Hetschoo! Heh-Husshooo!”
“Bless you.”
“Thanks.”
You got under the blankets with her and pulled her closer towards you, your arms wrapping around her protectively. She settled with her head on your chest, coughing lightly.
“What do you wanna watch?” You murmured, your hands lightly scratching at her scalp.
“I.. h’htssh! Htsch!” Nat stifled the sneeze against her wrist. “Sorry.”
“Bless babe.”
“Thanks. Maybe Friends?” She suggested. You nodded and put it on. Soon, Nat was softly snoring, and you turned down the volume of the show so that she wouldn’t be disturbed.
3.) “Make me.” Louna
This was requested by cartoonromantic on wattpad! Now we are gonna be getting into some good and interesting request!! X3(Not that the others weren’t good!) So I apologize in advance if this turns out too ooc...I struggle when writing these two, their really tough to write! XD So...I hope you enjoy?
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Louie Duck wasn’t any ordinary duck. He was never put in the same compatibility as his bothers. All three of them had their own personality. Others described them differently. Not to mention their taste were different as well...and by taste, he means in girls. Granted, they had different taste in literally anything, the fact that they never ended up falling for the same girl, screamed wonders.
What is his type, you may be wondering. Well Louie wasn’t one for types. He’d flirt with any girl he’d come across, leaving Webby as an exception only because his brother’s UNDYING, OBVIOUS, love for her. He smirked at the thought, also a hint of annoyance of the obliviousness between the two.
He wasn’t one for labels, or the type to stay in one place for long. He had things to do, and other people to see. This left a bitter thought lingering through his head though, as someone would point this out and exclaim that he was a player. He didn’t like being compared to players, ignoring how he knew deep down that him flirting from girl to girl was something close to a player, he still wasn’t one. He would never just date a girl and move on the next day when he got bored. No! He’s not like those types of jerks. It’s not just the label he was given, but the way it reminded him repeatedly how much alike he was to his Uncle Gladstone that he oh so couldn’t stand the thought of.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves his Uncle, he just couldn’t stand how his Uncle would treat other people, using them to his advantage. He was also guilty of doing so as well to tell the truth. He didn’t want to be like Gladstone. Yea, the luck part sounded nice to inherit...but the rest he could -and wanted to- live without.
He shook his head, leaning his chin to rest upon his palm as his fingers brushed his cheeks, the trickle of little feathers -whiskers- peaking the side of his flushed cheeks. The boy has been daydreaming since Huey begun this boring speech for when he’d become a senior woodchuck soon, pacing frantically in front of the staircase. Thankfully, his brother didn’t seem to notice as he rambled on...and on about how grateful he was and what not. Louie didn’t care. He cared for his brother, and supported him, but in these cases, he didn’t care to listen. He could continue to support his brothers, and still not listen at the same time. That was a thing in his eyes; there was no rule saying their wasn’t, and knowing Huey, he would of made it one already if he could.
“-and I don’t know what I would’ve done without the love and support from my beloved family...”
Louie rolled his eyes as he tuned his brother out to continue his more then welcomed daydreaming, fighting the slight upward tug at his beak. Family sure can turn you soft. This he didn’t like, he didn’t like feeling vulnerable. He hated the way his emotions would toy with him like he was some ball being tossed around in a dangerous game of hot potato.
One of the worst emotions that he never got along with was vulnerability. He wasn’t good when it came to crying in front of others, or talking it out with someone when he felt truly messed with and hurt. He’d fight with that emotion constantly, losing repeatedly in the end. He could only bottle up so much until the bottle breaks, or overflows. The only few people he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable around was his brothers and his Uncle Donald. He had a reputation to keep after all, he didn’t need emotions like vulnerability getting in his way. His emotions for his mom were complexed enough, but when love and vulnerability team up...it wasn’t a pretty battle. Thankfully, it never really came together that often for him to have to worry about it everyday. It was rare...hint...was
Sadly...after a while, not rare enough. His emotions were everywhere, and he couldn’t figure out why they were going haywire all of a sudden. He tried pinpointing reasons, but always came to a dead end. One of those reasons he rather not explore just yet until he was sure. Webby nagged him that maybe it was his emotions telling him that something was eating him from the inside out and soon will take revenge on the planet...yea, Webby’s never changed over the years. She’s still the same old Webby he grew to know and love like a sister.
Chuckling lightly, this seemed to catch his brother’s attention, stopping him mid ramble. The paper crumbling in a bit as Louie noticed Huey’s sweaty grip tighten around it.
“W-what’s so funny? Is there something wrong with my speech?” The boy blinked, flickering his eyes nervously around the room; biting down on his knuckles as he chuckled nervously. “Should I rewrite it?!” He scanned his crumbled paper, eyes shaking between lines as he answered back to his thoughts, “You may be right! It’s probably terrible; I don’t deserve to be in the Senior Woodchucks if I can’t even write a-“
Twitching under the others glares, Webby, Dewey, Lena, and Violet. Wincing, he scrambled to his feet to hesitantly place a comforting hand to the anxiety filled brother of his.
“Huey! Nothings wrong with your dumb speech,” he cringed at his wording, “Wow, way to stick it to em’, Louie!” He shook his head, forcing his casual smile, with a hint of worry, “...I was just laughing at something else entirely unrelated.” Maybe he shouldn’t of been the one to calm Huey down, cause this only tended to make his eyes pop out of his head more. “Great going, Louie.” He could hear the others face palming behind him, he didn’t blame em’, he would’ve been doing the same thing.
“Then that means my speech was boring, Louie!” Huey’s voice shook, eyes in full panic mode. “If you were laughing about something else that was unrelated to this, then- I...I gotta go rewrite this before tomorrow arrives!” Shuddering, Huey pushed passed Louie, muttering to himself as he tapped his pencil anxiously against his pale cheek, zooming out of there in a hurry.
Turning around, Louie gave a sheepish grin down at the glaring combo. “What?” He raised his hands in front of him defensively as their stare bore through him with a knowing frown. Throwing his arms in the air with defeat, he complained “Fine, but it’s not my fault that I tend to tune you guys out when one of you talks!” They gave him a deadpanned look, “Hey! Don’t give me that look, you’re all just as guilty!” He pointed, squinting his eyes.
Half adverted their eyes as the purple colored bird cleared her throat, dusting herself off as she stood up. She clutched a book close to her chest, standing straight as she looked to Louie’s direction. She was always so sophisticated, even more then Huey.
Her eyes wrinkled as she spoke, “I should go check on him. I can probably help with his wording while I’m at it, because even I too, can admit it was a bit on the down side.”
Louie gestured to her as they nodded in agreement, “See! I told you I wasn’t the only one!” The others rolled their eyes, sighing, showing no attempt in fighting back.
Violet being the only to retort back; holding her pointer finger up, she blinked knowingly, “I, on the other hand, actually tried to listen to what he had to say.” And with that she left.
Louie folded his arms as he grumbled, glaring at the ground. His feathers ruffled up as he huffed out, his breath catching the side of his whiskers. “Whatever.”
Awkwardly shifting onto her feet from her sitting position, followed by Dewey soon after, Webby rubbed the side of her arm, guilt seeped in her eyes, “I feel guilty for not really paying attention. But, I’m glad that we at least have Violet who’s willing to help him through his...” she glanced to Dewey, with an unsure look across her face, “..dilemma.”
A chuckled drifted up from the floor, “I’ll be honest with you, Pink, I don’t feel bad one bit. That speech was boring, and I was out cold the moment I sat down.” Louie couldn’t help the urge but smirk a little, but regretting so for betraying his own blood.
Lena stretched her arms out in front of her as she refused Webby’s outstretched hand, swatting it lazily away.
Dewey watched on in amusement as he looked between his brother and his friends, “It’s Huey, he’ll be fine.” He lowered his tone as he joke, hoping to not be heard as if Huey could hear them from afar, “Let’s just hope that Violet was able to catch him in time before he exploded.”
The three laughed among themselves, as Lena fell on the snickering side, her arms holding up her head while she laid back against the staircase. She always seemed to hold herself back...didn’t she? Louie always tended to notice this about the punk looking girl. He admits, she was admirable and cool in his eyes, his favorite as he once said after their first encounter. Even so...there was something strikingly mysterious about her that he never could wrap his head around. She was untouchable after all, and coming from him, he could understand her distance and secrecy, especially after finding out that she was really a shadow and not to mention, somewhat a trader even.
“Trader...” That word didn’t seem right to put onto that girl’s shoulders. She was only trying to get free from the miserable life she was under. He would’ve done the same if he were in her shoes(ignoring the time he was literally in her shoes before..don’t question him!). The girl only wanted her freedom, and she’d do anything for it, no limitations...he understood that...he just never really gotten a chance to understand her.
Webby clams that he and her have so much in common, that he just needed to try and talk to her because he could somehow get through to her better? That he couldn’t believe. Webby was an unstoppable force that could break through anything, maybe not him because of how thick and unwilling the walls he built up were. But he was sure that Webby was able to get to Lena; she couldn’t be that hard to talk to...right? Lena cared for Webby, that much was obvious. So why not open up to her? Why ask him to try, when Webby could easily succeed. His thoughts about Lena just kept getting deeper and deeper, a never ending ocean. The deeper he swam, the more he would discover...and question. Who was Lena?...What were her motives now? What made her-
“-ewelyn! Dude!”
And as quickly as he faded out, he faded back in. His eyes fluttering, as his green eyes scanned the now only filled with two people, room. Dewey and Webby seemed to have left at some point while he was daydreaming. What was he thinking about again?
“Dude, are you ok?”
Oh...right! His sight shot down, widening as he took in her expression. The girl he was just thinking of was looking up at him with a grimace look, and what he assumed to be a hint of worry. Or so he let himself believe that anyway. His eyes wandered, taking in her many -and yet so simple- features. The realization of her normally applied eye shadow lids, pale like her skin. A part of him rather her keep the no makeup look. Gliding down, he noticed how the parts of her feathers above her beak were scrunched and ruffled up. His breath caught in his throat as he met her eyes. Were they always purple? He’d count the times she’d blink or flutter them. He caught a spec of light hitting perfectly allowing her eyes to twinkle, as they shimmered. Was she hypinatizing him or something?! He felt like she was a magnet and he was a piece of useless metal as she pulled him in. He had to fight the urge to cup her cheeks in his hands. He couldn’t stop swimming in her eyes, he needed to look away now before-...what was he doing again? Wait...
“What am I doing?!”
Scattering back, he almost tripped over himself, as he felt his cheeks burn, while they tingled all at once. He was too close for comfort. The green hooded duck felt light headed, like he was going to faint any moment now.
“Ok, what is wrong with you? You’re seriously freaking me out right now.” He dares a glance, fearing to fall under the trance again. Lena looked really worried and freaked out all at once as she was now standing a few feet from him.
He couldn’t lose all his confidence now. Not now. He shook off what he could, mustering as much courage as possible. The blush staying consistent to his displeasure.
The green clad breathed in, then out, finally claiming himself enough to answer the freaked out duck across from him, “I’m fine.” His brain scattered as he tried to maintain steady, then something in him sparked, causing all his confidence to rush back, defeating his blush. “Ya know Lena, it’s not everyday I get to see true beauty.” He smirked, punching down the feelings bubbling at his core.
She was a bit hesitant to respond, pondering with suspicion, causing him to slightly tense up, biting down on his beak in attempt to hold his sturdy stand. When she did respond though, it seemed to loosen the tense air around them to his delight, his shoulders relaxing. She smirked, pushing his face away playfully, “How long did it take you to come up with that one? You seemed to be taking your grand old time while you stared off into space,” She held a finger up to the side of her cheek, smiling as she closed one of her eyes, “Not to mention, at me.” Her smile wavered as she dropped her hand, closing her arms in on each other as her eyebrows raised, “Thanks for making me mentally freak out over nothing.” With a hint of scolding...he loved it when she was annoyed with him. It sent a fire throughout his body.
He grinned down at her as he towered over now, her being under his beak, “True and meaningful lines like that take a while to come up with, you know? Especially when it’s aimed to someone as special and mysterious as yourself.” Gosh how his chest was burning.
The girl rolled her eyes, clearly enjoying their tactics, “You’re such a flirt, you know that?” His grin grew bigger, at least she understood that. Studying her movements, she slowly crept closer to him with every step, causing sirens to go off within his brain, screaming at him to move. But of course, his emotions got the best of him, keeping him grounded out of curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, he was willing to risk that.
“It’s a shame...” she attracted his attention, as his eyes stayed glued to her, his body freezing as she would get closer. She pulled on the collar of his hoodie to his surprise as she brought him level to her face with a smirk that could kill, “...that no one flirted back...or fought back.” She whispered, sending a shiver down his spine as his body almost went limp by her touch, “Until now...”
Her finger tapped on his trembling beak, humming to herself, she shrugged as she pushed him away, dusting her hands off, as if she accomplished something.
She breathed out, putting her hands on her hips, acting like she didn’t just try and mess with him, “Anyway. That was payback for scaring me. I don’t like it when people mess with my emotions, and I know you don’t ether. So next time, don’t you dare try and pull another stunt like that again. Don’t mess with me Louie, I’m not one of those girls waiting for you, only just to be walked all over.”
He was beyond speechless. This only multiplied his questions and how much he wanted, and needed to know more about her. She was so mysterious, and her mysteriousness was killing him. He shook his head as he rubbed his hands, sliding them down his face, cursing under his breath. “Please don’t let this be the reason why my emotions have been going haywire this whole time!” He wasn’t ready. But wasn’t that what love was like? It pulled the rug from under you without any warning and came unexpectedly, punching him in the gut. Forget love, he wanted nothing to do with it. It meant vulnerability...and he wasn’t ready to work with that emotion yet...or ever.
He caught Lena staring at him, with a raise of her eyebrow. His beak curved into a frown, rubbing the back of his neck, “I think Webby might be wondering where you are so...you better get going before you have to leave.”
“Make me.”
His head shot up, almost causing a whiplash, “What?” He swallowed.
Lena blinked in confusion, gesturing to herself, “I said, see you later, Llewellyn.”
He sucked in, growling at his imagination, “Oh! Right, yea...” he trailed off...what was going on with him? She was just Lena, someone who he was good friends with. Nothing more. “Please nothing more!” Deep down he really wanted something more.
Shifting her feet, Lena’s face twisted sourly as a thought popped into her head, “You’re not messing with me again, are you? Louie?” She warned.
He was quick to answer, looking past her to avoid her intoxicating eyes, “Not this time, I promise!” He forced one of his casual smirks, “I just misheard you, that’s all.”
Her senses seemed to relax a bit. Smiling to herself, she walked up to him, ruffling his hair to her amusement. “Bye Louie.” She smirked, glancing at his eyes one last time before turning around on her heels to head on out.
He watched her go, his heart beating at a steadier and healthier pace now. Though...he felt empty. Ignoring that fact, he smiled to himself, following in the girls footsteps to head out the room himself.
He was apart of the Duck and Mcduck family, and this family always solved mysteries. And he was surly going to solve the biggest mystery in his eyes right now, Lena.
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So I’m finishing this super late, it’s 2 in the morning for me and I just had to get this out! XD I kept getting interrupted with my family when I tried to finish this up. My backs killing me, but I’m happy that this is done! So I hope you guys enjoyed! Sooo as you can tell I’m trying to improve my writing style! Also...sorry if they seemed ooc! XD I tried my hardest! Sorry if there was any mistakes, I didn’t feel like going through all this again! XD Well, bye!
Lucky People // Waterparks
Relationship Headcannon
Authors Note: This is a Luna Lovegood x Fem!reader relationship headcannon that was requested a while ago and I am so so so sorry it has taken me forever to finally do it, I hope you like it!
Requested by: @unacceptabletatertots
Please don’t steal my writing’s; however you can definitely reblog :))
Luna would not understand why other people were confused about your relationship in the beginning because to her it was totally normal
Both you and Luna would dress up in your friends house animal to support their quidditch team
If you were in a different houses you would sneak her into your house common room to have late night cuddles next to the fire place or vise versa
When the two of you went on breaks (winter, summer etc.) she would write you everyday and leave a dried flower that she had found while walking through the field next to her home
She would beg you to come meet her father and stay for a few days while on break
Getting along very well with her dad as he and Luna had a lot in common
Being invited to their home quite often after that
When the two of you are back at Hogwarts you two are in your own little world while together
HAND HOLDING
Sneaking off to the kitchens to visit the elves
Going to visit Hagrid very often to help with taking care of his creatures
NOSE KISSES ALL THE TIME
When Voldemort and his army rise in your last few years both you and Luna support each other 100%
Helping each other perfect spells while in Dumbledore’s army
Not letting each other go alone with Harry to save Sirius from death eaters in fear of losing each other
Playing with each others hair absentmindedly
Just sticking with each other through thick and thin no matter what
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‘Looks like you have an admirer’ said Lucy looking at the bouquet of flowers in your hand and for a second you thought you saw her winking...
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A Quidditch Love Story
Authors Note: I got this cute idea from my good friend @koldovsdoretz but this is super short sorry about that and it might not be the best so sorry in advance
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Warnings: Fluff, sassiness?
Word Count: 495 (sorry again that its so short)
The moment you stepped onto the quidditch pitch you knew everyone would be left in awe. Not one to brag but you came from a family know for their skills in quidditch; perfecting your skills at a young age helped especially now, waiting for your tryouts.
Harry Potter held the Gryffindor tryouts for the new team for the upcoming season; he had kept Fred and George as beaters but he needed new recruits. As he started the tryout game everyone took their positions in the air. You were trying out for the keeper position while others were there to take your spot you remained confidant.
The moment Harry blew the whistle it was your time to shine, Ron Weasley was the other person you were up against, both wanting the keeper position. As the others carried on with the game you noticed a burning gaze trained on the back of your head coming from none other than Harry. Not paying any mind to him you concentrated on the flying balls, watching as Ron flipped upside down on his broomstick allowing the ball to enter the goal.
As the players tried to make goals on your post you had easily blocked each shot leaving everyone impressed by your skill set, but not shocked perks to knowing what your capable of. Flying down to the ground you hopped on your own broomstick and entered the circle that everyone had made in order to hear Harry’s decisions that were being made.
Hearing him name of the others you were waiting to hear your name that finally was said last, with a huff and many groans from the others who did not make it you all made your way to the locker room where you took a shower after everyone had left. After putting on fresh clothes and grabbing all your equipment and your other belongings you made your way out of the locker room; walking down the cobblestone pathway.
Nearing the castle you were stopped by Harry “hey y/n” he asked sweetly, “oh hey harry, what brings you here? I thought you would be with your friends in the great hall already” you joked. Looking up at you as in a daze he replied “oh well I was hoping I could talk to you for a moment, if you don't mind” your eyes growing wide in slight shock “what did you want to talk about” you questioned “well I wanted to see if you would like to have quidditch practice with me; privately, sometime” you could see blush rising on Harry's face while he asked. You looked in the forest green eyes of the boy in front of you while you spoke “y’know if you wanted to hang out so badly you could have just asked me out on a date” you gave a wink in his direction before brushing past him, leaving him flustered and awestruck he scrambled to move his feet to rush after you.
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