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Oh I’m ABSOLUTELY making a request for my fav Magical Himbo…. ♥️

Prince Adam x Fem reader.. mutual pining??

I just Know shy babygirl Adam is the type to YEARN!!! He Pines!! He falls and he falls HARD!!

…. And then he literally Tripps over his own feet and falls right on his beautiful face, or walks right into a wall because he was staring at the Reader…

Maybe reader is a friend of his from when he was on Earth? And she actually believed him about Eternia because as it turns out….. she’s a Witch..

And she’s so Obviously in Love with Adam that even Duncan… who said so himself.. isn’t good with “Feelings” can tell she’s Smitten….

Maybe RomCom-Esk shenanigans over how Adam and the Reader finally realize they Like each other??

Small Miracles

A/N: This is like 4k words. I focused on some part of this request maybe a lot more than others... forgive me. BUT I fell in love with this concept. I could go back and make this a full-fledged multichapter fic tbh

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If you were to ask any given person on Earth whether they believed in miracles, chances are that they’d say no.

The Earth, and the universe for that matter is a mundane place, a place of science, not fate. You lie in your bed, yes, but somebody has to make it first. At the same time, many humans justified the unjustifiable by simply saying that it just happened. Not a miracle. An accident if anything. The big bang? A coincidence. Not a miracle. Earth being the only planet that humans have discovered with life? A coincidence. Not a miracle. Not some proof of a higher being. Just… an accident concerning some hot water and the need for energy to be moved and transformed.

You were not ‘any given person’. You knew that miracles existed. You had witnessed them and found yourself unable to explain them in any other way than the fact that the universe wanted it to be this way, so it was.

Miracle No. 1

Magic was real. And you could do it.

It wasn’t real in the way that people wished it would be. It wasn’t lightning bolts coming out of your hands or raising people from the dead. No, It was simple things like keeping your coffee the perfect temperature.

Despite how mundane it seemed to you, you had never met another person who claimed to be able to do such tricks. You fall into the easy habit of just not talking about it. People didn’t generally respond well to miracles, let alone claiming that you possessed one. Besides, you’d been a witch your whole life, it didn’t feel extraordinary at this point, it felt like routine. Encouraging your plants to grow with a little spell was as natural as getting out of bed or commuting to work. Which is to say, it’s nothing worth telling.

But most unexpectedly to you came-

Miracle No. 2

Your best friend was a space prince.

This would have sounded insane had miracle no. 1 not occurred first. You met him on a college course. Small Group Communication to be exact, not exactly a thrilling class on your end, but the nerd was a communications major so of course he didn’t hate it.

You were in a group of three, and the project had been to simply introduce yourselves, as an exercise in talking to new people and cooperating with strangers. And he had gone off on this tangent about dead parents and faraway planets and villains with skull faces.

The third member in your group laughed. He had assumed that the story was just a way to get through a required course. Adam, as he had introduced himself, insisted that he was being honest, looking confused. And when he had shoved out of his desk and started down the hallway, shoulders hunched over, you saw the consequences of small miracles.

People didn’t generally respond well to miracles.

“I believe you.” You called from behind him as you tried to catch up. It didn’t take much effort because upon hearing your voice Adam stumbled on his feet, caught off guard, before turning to look at you. He had the spark of a spooked animal in his eye as he tried to evaluate what you were saying. The two of you stood like that, as if stuck in time, each trying to figure the other out.

“You do?” Adam’s voice wavered, but there was no other sign that he was hurt about what had happened in class.

You gestured back to the room, “I bet people give you that same response every time, don’t they?” Adam nodded at your words, and you realized he didn’t look spooked, he looked tired.

“So then why don’t you lie about it?” That’s what you did. It worked really well too. To this day you had only been caught once or twice using your magic by others, and even in those cases it was plausibly brushed off as nothing.

“I can’t just lie about who I am.” Adam turned his torso to finally face you, and in response you took a few steps closer to him so that you were a friendly distance from each other.

However, the conversation ended was a blur in your memory. All that you knew was that from that day on you and Adam were a unit. You sat by him in that class every day, end up studying at each other’s apartments, and you’d find yourselves stargazing and discussing the secrets of the universe.

Despite it all, you did not tell him about your peculiarities. He had never really asked why you believed him, so you never told him. Besides, you had gotten very good at not telling people things.

You liked to believe that sometimes poor oblivious Adam did notice. Like when you’d studied for hours and his coffee would still be the perfect temperature. Or when the moldy vegetables in his fridge suddenly weren’t moldy at all. Or when it would rain and he’d stay strangely dry.

You told yourself that you did it because he was your friend. Which was true. But that wasn’t the whole truth and you knew it. You couldn’t outrun it after you were no longer in the same classes as him. You couldn’t outrun it when you graduated college. And you couldn’t outrun it when you two eventually grew into adults with your own lives and jobs. You couldn’t outrun the fact that you wanted him to be yours so badly.

At first you tried to convince yourself that it was because you were both a bit strange. But as time passed you noticed the glow in his eyes when he’d talk about the sunsets on Eternos and the stories of golden days that his mother used to tell. You noticed how he went out of his way to say hi to everyone and help those he could. You even fell for him when he was literally falling – there was something charming about his clumsiness. But you had no indication that he liked you back. Adam’s kindness was inclusive of everyone, you were not special.

Which is why you despised-

Miracle No. 3

You were deeply smitten – in love even – with your best friend.

You had debated for a long time if this was a miracle or a curse; wanting someone you could never fully have. Yes, he was your best friend, and therefore you had him. You had him at your apartment multiple times a week. You had him to go on adventures with. You had him to listen when you needed an ear. But he wasn’t yours.

But he was just too wonderful to be a curse. So this lovely and horrid feeling in your chest that made you want to hold his hand had to be a miracle.

It hadn’t crept up on you like that initial puppy crush had. The two of you had dinner together. It wasn’t a fancy date or anything, it was an afternoon run to Taco Bell after work, but while you had eaten it had started raining outside.

The two of you stood in the doorway debating if you should just run for it or wait it out. It had been a blur really. You couldn’t remember who ran first but you did remember that he ended up ahead of you, running in the rain, turning back to make sure that you were still with him, laughing all the way. You didn’t even think about how your shoes were soaked through or how freezing cold you were.

The only thing you could remember clearly was reaching his apartment building, out of breath, dripping water all over the floor in the entry way. He had stooped over, hands on knees, head hanging as he tried to catch his breath. And then he looked up at you, his eyes glowing. They were crinkled in the corner as Adam beamed up at you for that one moment before dramatically dropping it back down, but that moment was enough.

It had felt as though you had been struck in the chest with how strongly the feeling dawned on you. Adam was pretty. And standing in that cruddy apartment building, frozen to the bone, you realized that you were too far gone.

That night he offered to let you stay. After all it was raining, and even if he had a car, neither of you mentioned it. As you made your way up the stairs you mumbled a little word of repelling, to dry you guys off only slightly. The two of you took turns showering, and once you got out you realized that your clothes were still soaked. Adam ended up lending you what must have been his baggiest Star Wars shirt and a pair of plaid pants, handing them through the door while awkwardly making a point to let you know that he was not looking. It was an overwhelming amount of fabric. You didn’t know that Adam even needed this sized clothing.

When you came out, Adam’s eyes locked onto you, and you watched as his cheeks turned red. You almost would’ve believed it was a blush as his eyes scanned how swamped you looked in his clothes, had he not started laughing a split second later at how silly you looked.

Later, the two of you sat on his couch, a cheesy action movie in the background. You could feel Adam look over at you.

“Why did you believe me?” He asked softly.

You looked back at him, and you knew you’d never seen Adam look so vulnerable.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Adam shrugged, “No one else has.” He looked back at the movie, trying to act like he didn’t care. But you knew he cared. You’d never known Adam to talk about something that didn’t matter to him, whether it was his sword or his home or the people he helped at his job. He was so earnest and you knew that he couldn’t be any other way if he tried. You didn’t want him to try.

You swallowed the nervous butterflies in your stomach and scooted closer to him on the couch. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb in circles to ease his mind.

“I think people try too hard to make the world make sense. I believe you because the world is a weird place, where strangle little miracles happen every day.”

Adam gave you a lopsided grin, “Is that a new way to tell me I’m crazy?”

You shook your head slightly, “I’m being serious Adam,” you allowed yourself to settle into the couch next to him, shoulders brushing, “it’s crazy what people will ignore simply because they can’t allow themselves to believe it.”

And when you fell asleep on his shoulder during the movie, he didn’t mention it. And if he gently wrapped his arm around you as you dozed off, you didn’t mention it.

Miracle No. 4

There is a spaceship in the park.

You’ve lost the plot to be frank. You thought your minor superpowers was an oddity but now your best-friend-and-crush has a magical sword that he stole and there is a spaceship here to pick him up and take him home.

Adam had his hand on your shoulder and was looking between the ship and you, “I have to go. And I can’t go unless you come with me.”

The idea terrified and excited you. When you first discovered that Adam was a space prince you had entertained the idea of going to his home planet. You had imagined him showing you all of the places you had only heard about through his drawings and his stories. You had not imagined this decision needing to be made as an alien creature crashed its way through the city behind you.

Before you had even fully made up your mind, Adam was tugging you by the wrist towards the ship and it dawned on you that the beast was crashing through the city specifically towards you. Upon that realization you found yourself stumbling after Adam onto the steely ship and into the great unknown.

The seats were in rows of two, so Teela (if you had heard that name correctly) and Adam settled in the front while you ended up in the seat behind Teela. Adam glanced back at you, as if to make sure that you were still there, giving you a small smile before turning back to the front to ask Teela as many questions as he could.

You watched the two of them. They interacted so easily, even with fifteen years of distance between them. You looked at how he smiled at her, how they reminisced about old memories, how comfortable he seemed. You couldn’t remember him ever looking at you like that. But then again, it was unreasonable to expect him to.

You wished you had a spell to remove the lump in your throat.

Miracle No. 5

Magic on Eternia was way more potent than magic on Earth.

The ship entered the atmosphere, and you suddenly felt as though someone had touched a live wire to your veins. You felt as though there was a new energy coursing through your veins. If you tried to keep your coffee warm now, you’d surely explode the cup. If you tried to keep your plants healthy, you’d surely grow a whole new forest.

On the outside you just shifted in your seat a little, feeling jittery. Adam’s eyes drifted from his battered homeland back to you. He gave a look that asked, ‘are you ok?’ and you nodded in response, allowing him to turn back to the planet he’d spent so long away from.

The energy followed you underground, into a room with all of his childhood heroes, into a cell with a robot and drunkard, all the way to the landing dock where the spacecraft had been sat. The energy building in your soul didn’t truly come to fruition until the ship was engaged in air combat, with a newly powered Adam fighting with them outside of the ship, and Drunk-an trying to hold his gun straight.

It all came to a peak when you saw a blast coming for the ship that Adam didn’t see and that Duncan was incapable at stopping, and in your panic and your adrenaline you threw out your hands and the ship crumpled as if hitting an invisible wall. And your world went black.

When you came to, the ship had landed. No, it had crashed. You were stranded in a forest the same color as a burning flame in the setting sun. It was almost beautiful enough to distract you from the fact that you were in space on a strange planet. On the fact that, for the first time in your life, you had used your gift in front of another human being. Adam would reasonably be mad at you for lying.

Next to you sat Duncan, shaving and drinking out of a cannister that he definitely didn’t have before.

“You’ve decided to wake up, have you?”

You tried to sit up, but your whole body screamed in protest, “Where’s Adam?”

Duncan scoffed, “Usually you start with ‘hello’ or ‘thank you for saving my butt’” He didn’t make eye contact as he continued to scrape his face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You didn’t start with that either.”

“Well, I know who you are. That boy hasn’t shut up about you since he came back.” That boy… meaning Adam. You couldn’t believe your ears. Adam had “shut up” about you plenty considering that he had just received literal superpowers and returned to his homeland for the first time in fifteen years. This guy had to be nuts to think that you were at all a priority here.

You tried again to sit up, this time being able to rest on your elbows, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not nearly as much as I normally do, now lie back down.”

You refused to comply even though there was a steadily increasing pain in your head at this position, “You couldn’t be more wrong. Adam couldn’t shut up about Eternia or his sword on Earth. Now that he’s back he wouldn’t spend all of his time focused on me.”

Duncan side eyed you, but continued shaving, “That might have been true before you crushed a ship in midair with your mind and then nearly fell out of the ship unconscious. If lover boy hadn’t caught you, you wouldn’t be alive. Now lay back down.”

You still refused to lay back down, “We’re just friends.” Duncan full out laughed this time, “Do YOU want to be just friends?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“If you don’t lay back down, I’m going to knock you back out myself. You’re looking sicker by the minute.”

You groaned, finally letting your elbows out from under you and laying back down. You couldn’t figure out what Duncan was going at with all of this lover boy crap. Adam was just your friend and he treated you as such. Any friend would ask their best friend to go to their home planet. And any friend would catch that best friend when they nearly fall out of the sky. And it was also a friend thing when you knew how it felt when he ghosted his lips over your forehead that night that it rained, almost a kiss, but not quite. And how you felt him hesitantly pull back… it was all just best friend stuff.

“No, now sit back up I can hear you thinking about him over there.” Duncan said, finishing up his shave job.

“Why do you care so much about what I’m thinking about?” You snapped at him, sitting up far too fast. You’re forced to take a moment to steady yourself.

Duncan sighed, “Look. I’m not a feelings guy, ok?” He looked over at you, “You’re starry eyed for this boy and he’s completely crazy for you and if you can’t admit it sooner or later, I’m setting of one of my bombs before Skeletor can even get his hands on us.” Duncan’s eyes flicked to a spot over your shoulder, then back at you.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is.” His eyes flicked over your shoulder again. “Ducan, I’ve been his friend since college, and I never told him about my magic. And then when he does find out I have it, I almost die. Everything else aside, that’s enough for me to not deserve him.”

Duncan raised an eyebrow, “And what is everything else?”

“Ok maybe I do like him!” You threw one hand up in exasperation, the other keeping you upright. “Maybe I like him and I want to be close to him, and I want to hear him laugh. Maybe I want to be the girl he comes home to and maybe I want him to feel the same way!”

Duncan looked over your shoulder one more time before shifting to his feet, “That’s disgustingly mushy. But at least you finally told him.” With that, Duncan turned and started walking away.

“That doesn’t even make sense, what do you even mean?” You squinted after him, head throbbing through the pain. Duncan tossed a hand over his shoulder, thumb pointed behind him, and behind you.

Your heart dropped in your chest. You turned your head slowly, no choice with the pain you were in, and lo and behold, your best friend in the whole wide world was standing there, a witness to your confession.

His face was beet red, his eyes wide open with the pupils blown. He held his mouth agape as if he simply couldn’t believe what he had heard. He was still in his powered form, and for the first time since he had obtained it, you had time to truly observe. His hair had fanned out, looking nearly golden in the setting sun. Heck, all of him looked golden. His shoulders had widened and his arms- dear God his arms. Adam had gone from being your super handsome best friend to a nearly ethereal being. But then again, he did now possess the power of the gods, it was fitting that he looked the part too.

The only thing you could think of doing was to turn back around, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole.

“I’m sorry Adam, you weren’t meant to hear that.” You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to lay down and sleep, your eyes turned to the ground.

Adam didn’t respond, however. You didn’t even hear him moving. You sat there debating if he had simply walked away, but when you turned around to check, he was still there. His expression had changed; the shock was gone. Instead, he looked both bewildered and relieved.

Much to your surprise, the first thing that he said, after a minute or two of silence, was, “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

You placed your open hand on the ground, playing with the dirt, “You’re allowed to be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” Adam’s smile dropped at the insinuation that he’d be mad at you.

You shrugged, “I didn’t tell you about my magic. I didn’t tell you about my feelings. I nearly fell out of the spaceship.”

“Well- I mean, why didn’t you tell me about your magic?” Adam slowly began stepping his way towards you.

“It wasn’t nearly this strong on Earth. There I could only really do small tricks, warming drinks and all that.”

Adam’s eyebrows went up, and you could see his amused expression as he came to stand above you, “Is that why my coffee was always the perfect temperature?” Adam lowered himself so that he was sat right next to you.

You nodded, keeping eye contact with him, “Yeah. You deserved the perfect coffee.”

Now at the same level as you, Adam’s shoulder brushed yours. His face was still ruby red, and his eyes flicked back and forth across your face as if he was nervous.

“I thought I lost you there for a moment.” He whispered, “I- I thought I’d never get to tell you, when you passed out, I mean.” He briefly turned his face away from yours as he tried to piece his words together. When he looked back at you, for the first time ever, you noticed Adam’s eyes flick down towards your lips for a moment, only a moment. You wondered if he had ever done that before and you just hadn’t noticed.

Adam’s eyes were a deep hazel, and in them you could see years of love and adoration that you’d ignored out of fear. You could see it clearly now. His red cheeks when he saw you in his clothes, the forehead kiss, begging you to come to his home with him, all of it pointed towards the truth behind it all-

Miracle No. 6

Your best friend was in love with you.

Before you had a moment to figure out what to do next, Adam’s hand had found its way to your jaw, stroking it gently. His eyes moved down to your lips again, but he didn’t lean in any further, stuttering out the start of a sentence that sounded like ‘I’ll only do it If you want me to-‘the rest of it getting lost as you closed the gap.

This was a miracle that you were going to respond well to.

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