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Can you do plantoic Adrian x Nino twin sister!reader oneshot?
Sunlight Between Us
Adrien Agreste x Reader (Nino’s twin sister)
Genre: Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft romance 🌷
Warnings: Fluff, teenage nervousness, lots of small moments and slow emotional build. Reader is more reserved than Nino and chill.
You always liked Adrien Agreste.
Not in the way people usually did, starstruck or infatuated. You weren’t drawn to his modeling career or the name stitched on every billboard in Paris. You didn’t gasp when he smiled or stumble over your words around him.
Instead, you liked the way he laughed when no one expected it.
The way he tilted his head when he was thinking too hard.
The way he held things, books, pencils, friendships, with careful hands like they might break.
You liked that Adrien.
And Adrien?
He liked the way you noticed.
You weren’t like your brother, Nino.
He was a storm of energy, always spinning, always talking, always building sound and rhythm and mood wherever he went. You’d grown up in his rhythm, but you’d always moved at your own pace.
You liked quiet.
You liked being on the side of the room, not the center.
You liked people who didn’t ask you to be more than what you were.
And Adrien never asked.
He just was.
Gentle. Bright. Curious.
Maybe a little lonely underneath the polish.
And that was something you understood better than most.
It started with a pencil.
You were sketching on your own during lunch, just lines, little shapes, nothing impressive. Nino had gone to buy a sandwich, and the rest of the class had split off into their usual groups.
Adrien walked by and paused.
"Are you drawing a cloud or a sheep?" he asked, sitting down beside you.
You raised an eyebrow. “You tell me.”
He tilted his head dramatically. “Sheep. Definitely. Though… kind of looks like it could be a croissant with anxiety.”
You snorted. “Thanks. It’s a flower.”
Adrien flushed. “Oh. I—I see it now!”
He didn’t.
But you appreciated that he tried.
You handed him a spare pencil.
“Here. Draw your best anxious croissant.”
He looked stunned. “Wait. You’re letting me mess with your sketchbook?”
You shrugged. “Why not?”
He smiled slowly. “You’re not like other people.”
“Hope that’s not a bad thing.”
“It’s not,” he said, scribbling next to your flower.
It was the worst croissant you’d ever seen.
You smiled anyway.
After that, it became a habit.
Adrien sitting next to you during free periods. Walking beside you on school trips. Sharing drinks at the Dupain-Cheng bakery while Nino talked with his mouth full. (Not noticing a certain blue haired girl spying on you and eavesdropping)
It wasn’t sudden.
It just was.
Like petals opening.
Slow, soft, quiet.
One day, you both sat on the roof of your building, your secret hangout spot. Nino never came up here; he didn’t like heights. But Adrien wasn’t scared. He liked the view.
You brought snacks. He brought drinks.
You were watching the clouds roll by when Adrien said, “Sometimes I feel like no one really knows me.”
You glanced over. He was lying back, arms folded under his head, eyes on the sky.
You were quiet for a moment.
Then: “Is that why you always wear that face?”
Adrien turned his head toward you. “What face?”
“That polite one,” you said. “The one you wear like armor, the one that's your Father's robot.”
His lips parted slightly.
You weren’t teasing.
You were just… honest.
“I guess I do,” he admitted. “It’s hard not to. People expect things from me. Being Adrien Agreste comes with a script.”
“You ever want to forget the script?”
“All the time,” he said softly.
You sat beside him, shoulder brushing his.
“Then you’re in luck,” you said. “I don’t read scripts.”
He laughed.
But this time, it didn’t sound lonely.
You told Nino eventually that you and Adrien hung out sometimes on your own.
He blinked at you. “Wait, like just you two?”
“Yeah.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, okay,” he said. “As long as he doesn’t get weird and like—y’know, fall in love or something.”
You stared at your cereal.
Too late.
You weren’t the type to crush easily.
But Adrien didn’t feel like a crush.
He felt like the warmth that stayed after the sun dipped below the buildings.
Like the laugh you remembered hours after it happened.
Like the first sip of cold water on a warm day.
He wasn’t intense. He wasn’t consuming.
He was kind.
And your heart noticed.
---
The sun poured through the Agreste mansion windows, low and warm, like it had been set to dim on purpose. Shadows of tree leaves flickered across the floors. The only sound came from the low hum of the city outside.
Adrien Agreste sat cross-legged on the carpet, back against the wall, scrolling through a book he was only half reading.
He looked up when you walked in.
You didn’t knock. You never had to.
He gave a small smile. One of the rare ones, quiet, real, not just polite.
“You’re here early,” he said, shutting the book without looking at the page number.
You dropped your bag on the floor, stretching your arms overhead with a yawn. “Didn’t feel like being home. Nino’s blasting the same beat for the third hour. Thought I’d escape while I still had hearing.”
Adrien chuckled. “Fair.”
You sank onto the floor across from him, leaning back on your hands.
The room wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t the usual glamorous Agreste salon people imagined. It was smaller, worn beanbag in the corner, a half-used candle on the windowsill, a blanket folded unevenly on the couch.
It was Adrien’s space. You liked it here.
He reached over and handed you a water bottle without needing to ask if you were thirsty.
You took it with a quiet “Thanks.”
This was your dynamic. Uncomplicated. Comfortable.
But lately, something had shifted. Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just… warmer.
You’d known Adrien for a long time. Being Nino’s twin meant that his best friend had naturally become part of your orbit. But while Nino and Adrien were close in that chaotic, brotherly way, the connection you had with Adrien was something else entirely.
He didn’t make you laugh the way Nino did.
He made you feel seen.
He listened when you talked, even when it wasn’t important. And you noticed things about him, too. How he checked the time when no one was looking. How he sometimes said “I’m fine” when his shoulders were tight with exhaustion. How he never seemed to complain, even when he looked like he wanted to.
You never asked him for more than he wanted to give.
Maybe that’s why he kept giving.
“You’re quiet today,” he said after a while.
You shrugged. “Didn’t sleep much.”
Adrien tilted his head. “Bad dreams?”
“More like… busy brain.”
“About anything in particular?”
You hesitated. Then gave a small smile. “Not really. Just life.”
Adrien nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”
There was a long pause.
And then, quietly, he added, “You know, you don’t have to be fine around me, either.”
Your eyes flicked toward him.
“I mean it,” he said, voice lower now. “You always show up for everyone. Nino, Alya, me… You let us unload. I just want you to know I’d do the same for you.”
You weren’t used to being on the receiving end.
It made something tighten in your chest.
“I know,” you said softly. “That’s why I’m here.”
Adrien’s gaze didn’t leave yours for a moment.
Then he looked down at the floor, fiddling with the corner of a cushion.
“Good.”
He never flirted, not outright.
But there were moments.
The way his eyes lingered a little longer than needed. The way his hand would brush yours when passing something. The way he’d scoot just a bit closer when you sat side by side, barely noticeable unless you were paying attention.
You were paying attention.
You just didn’t know what to do about it.
---
One day after school, it was pouring.
You hadn’t planned to stop by, but Adrien texted a simple:
“Home early, Dad and Natalie went out, shocker I know. You around?”
So you were.
You both ended up on the couch, wrapped in a shared blanket, watching the rain paint lines down the glass.
“I like when it rains like this,” you said.
Adrien nodded. “It feels... honest.”
You glanced over at him. “Honest?”
“Yeah. Like everything slows down. No pretending.”
You nodded.
And then he said something softer.
“When you’re around, it feels like that too.”
Your breath caught.
The silence stretched, not awkward, just full of something that had been waiting.
You looked down, unsure of what to say.
Then you felt his hand graze yours under the blanket. Slowly. Deliberately.
You turned your hand slightly. Let your pinky brush against his.
Neither of you said anything.
But the world outside stayed quiet and soft. And so did you.
A few days later, during lunch, you caught Adrien staring at your notebook.
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Liar.”
He smiled. “Okay, fine. I was thinking... I don’t really get how this happened.”
You blinked. “How what happened?”
“This. Us.”
You looked down at your open sketch page, unfinished doodles, half a sentence, a corner torn out.
Then you looked back up.
“It didn’t really happen, did it?” you said. “It just… became.”
Adrien’s smile turned into something more thoughtful.
“I think that’s why I like it so much.”
You didn’t say anything.
You just smiled back.
---
It finally shifted from almost to something real on a Saturday afternoon.
You were both lying on the grass in the Agreste garden, staring at the clouds, a light breeze threading through the trees.
Adrien rolled onto his side to look at you.
“I’ve been meaning to say something,” he said.
You turned your head toward him.
He looked nervous, which made your pulse quicken.
“I like you,” he said simply. “More than a friend.”
The air seemed to still.
You held his gaze. “I like you too.”
His shoulders eased. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He reached out, hesitantly, and laced his fingers with yours.
It was easy.
Like it had always been waiting.
Back at home, Nino stared at the two of you sitting way too close on the couch. Adrien’s hand was suspiciously behind you, and your feet were touching under the blanket.
“Okay,” Nino said. “I knew it.”
You didn’t deny it.
You just smiled.
Adrien looked sheepish. “We were gonna tell you—”
“You think I can’t tell when my best friend and my sister are making googly eyes at each other?”
You and Adrien laughed.
“It’s not weird?” you asked.
Nino shrugged. “Nah. Honestly, it makes sense. You’re like... the chillest person I know. And Adrien’s like a dumb blonde golden retriever trapped in a soap opera. You balance him out.”
Adrien looked horrified. “Golden retriever?!”
Nino smirked. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
"I'm shocked you ignored the 'Dumb Blonde" comment." You said.
Adrien groaned. You leaned against him, laughing.
Everything felt light. Right.
Like the universe had stopped spinning so fast, just long enough to let you both breathe.
And somewhere between quiet conversations, shared silences, and the softest kind of falling in love…
A boy who spent his whole life being looked at and locked up...
And a girl who never asked him to be anything more than just...him....
Built something that didn’t need to be big or loud to be real.
Something steady.
Something safe.
Something theirs.
Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As usual Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!🩷
GHA! I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, IT GIVES ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR A TWIN FANFIC! NINO LAHIFFE X ADRIEN AGRESTE ,I love that everything becomes so natural in the Scenes,I really imagine Gemela!Nino!Reader as an emotional support for Adrien
Got a request for a fic like this, and I had fun with the ✨angst✨
Your hands move quickly as you lock up the food counter for the night. You technically weren't supposed to close today, but your coworker got sick. You've already cleaned out the soda machine tray and flipped the closing sign over to closed. Despite this, when your back is turned to clock out, you hear a crash behind you as the front door swings open. Sighing, you turn. Collapsed on the floor is the lanky form of your... friend, Shaggy Rogers.
"Y/N!" He says in his scratchy voice, getting up from where he collapsed on the floor. He notices he knocked over a promotional cardboard cutout for the shop, and awkwardly tries to place it back up. It falls again, and he spends about 5 minutes repeating the action, while you watch from behind the counter. "Uh, like, sorry about your decor man..." He says after giving up on his task. He strolls over to the counter, and looks at the menu. "Shaggy, I don't know how to tell you thi-" He completely ignores your talking, hyper-focused on the menu. His eyes squint and his brows furrow in concentration, and you stop talking. 'He's totally tuning me out.' you think, rolling your eyes. "Okay!" He slaps his hands on the counter, his posture determined. "Give me, like, one of everything on a sandwich. No, two sandwiches!" he stops. "Gotta pick up something for Scoob." He mutters. He then looks up at you expectantly, only to be met with your annoyed face. "Dude, we're closed." you say. He only stares in disbelief, blinking once or twice, before collapsing once more before the counter. He clasps his hands together, and sits on his knees. "Wha- NO! Y/N, come on, please!" He shuffles forward, trying to look more pathetic. "I'm practically on the verge of starvation, man!" You sigh. "Shaggy, we closed like half an hour ago, you know this." You lean forward over the counter to look at him.
"You've let me eat here before after hours!" He yells. You push your hands forward in shock. "Shh, no, don't be so loud, I could be in serious trouble for that!" You exclaim quickly. He sighs and slumps back to the ground. "Like, what am I gonna do, man?" He asks. "I'm sure you'll think of something." You attempt to go back to your work, but he pops up over the counter and scares you. "Hey, maybe Daphne has some snacks. She's, like, super loaded!" He says. "Come on, we can go together!" he begins to leave. "Wha- no, I need to close, and besides," You shut the cash register, "I walked here. Daphne lives on the edge of town." Shaggy's positive attitude never falters. "Don't worry, man. I'll drive us! We just have to pick up Scooby, and-" You cut his rambling off.
"No, Shaggy! Just, no!" You yell, a bit harsher than you meant. His face falls and he looks at you. You sigh, and turn away. "Just, not tonight, okay?" You shake your head. Shaggy walks towards the counter, his face confused and his posture cautious. He sits up on the counter. "Y/N, if you don't wanna go to Daphne's that fine, we can go somewhere else..." He suggests. "No, it's not that." He thinks for a moment. "Then, what is it?" He asks. You remain silent for a minute.
"How long have we been friends, Shaggy?" You ask. He tilts his head at the confusing question. "Um, about a year now, maybe a year and a half?" He says, scratching the back of his neck as he thinks. "And how long have you known the gang?" He looks up. "Is that what this is about?" You sigh. "I guess, it's just. Do you know how hard it is to try and be friends with the gang?" You ask. "I thought you guys, like, liked eachother!" He says. "I do! Individually, everyone is really nice, but..." You pause. "But, together, everyone is so close, it feels like I don't belong..." You look down. "Y/N... No! I'm sure if you asked the others, they'd tell ya' you fit in." He tries to reach out to your shoulder, but you dodge it. "You're totally one of us, like," he pauses. He remains silent for so long, you look up. He is deep in thought, possibly more than you'd ever seen him.
"Like, if I asked the gang, I'm sure they'd let you become a permanent member." He suggests, before smiling at you. You sigh. "Would they?" You ask. "Sure, man, why wouldn't they-" he stops when he sees your frown. "I know that I wouldn't get in. Not officially." You sit next to him on the counter, and look at your lap. "You can't know that, like, we let in that weird little Scooby once." He shivers, remembering the horrors of Scrappy Doo. "I talked to Marcy the other day, I thought she could understand my dilemma." When you glance over at him, you see him nodding. He appears to be pretending to know who Marcy is. You sigh. "Hotdog water...?" You ask, and he nods, recognizing the old nickname. "Yeah, she was great, like, super nerdy." You roll your eyes at Shaggy's anecdote of the brilliant girl. "Yeah, well, she was a necessity to the gang, an assets. I mean, she was a genius, and you guys didn't let her stay." You say. "I don't really have anything to add to the team, I'm even worse off." You chuckle sadly. You're both silent for a while.
"Well, okay. You don't have to be a member of the team, or even hangout with them if you don't want to!" He says, nodding as if to assure himself. "But there your friends, I want to be able to get along with them. So you can hang out with them and me at the same time." You say sadly. "I hang out with them all the time, but, like, I do wanna spend more time with you." He stops himself, as if he can't decide if he should say what he's thinking. "I wanna spend more time with, just you." He mumbles. You blush a little, and look up. "With, just me?" You ask. he swallows awkwardly and nods. "Can I ask why?" It's his turn to look uncomfortable.
"When we hangout with the gang, like, they're always doing, y'know, group stuff. And I'm part of the group." You're a bit confused, but wait for him to go on. "Like, I'm always busy, man! Fred called us out at like 3 in the morning last week!" He says, hands flying up in exasperation. "I still don't see what this has to do with me." You mention. "Right, right. I just, I don't know man, I really like, like you. We haven't been able to see each other." He admits. "I, yeah, okay." You say, trying to think.
"So, like, could we go out to eat soon?" He asks. "Sure, but I feel bad. I mean, the gang is a huge part of your life, I feel like I should be able to at least get along with your friends..." You say. He shrugs, and says "You do get along with them, but, you don't have to be there best friend. I'll try to talk to the gang about, like, being more open or something..." He trails off. You smile. "Thanks, Shaggy." You say, hopping of the counter. "Lemme finish closing up the sop, then you wanna watch a movie at my place?" You ask. "Like, totally, man!" He says, giving you a thumbs up. Once your out of sight in the back of the shop, he sighs, and fidgets awkwardly with his hands.
He thinks to himself, 'Jeez man, I've gotta get this crush thing under control!'.
requested by anon “Imagine introducing the Golden Trio to muggle sports (football, or soccer).”
a/n one more time for the people in the back, i’d love some more requests!!
imagine teaching soccer to the golden trio
you had dragged your friends out into a clear part of the courtyard, a soccer ball tucked under your arm. they had agreed to learn a sport with you, and you were beyond ecstatic to teach them.
“my dad has one of those,” ron inquired as he gazed at the black and white ball you were spinning between your hands. “but i think he just uses it to roll out his back.”
“while that is a good use,” you assured with a nod, “it’s meant for kicking.”
“soccer, right?” harry asked. you nodded. he crossed his arms. “dudley used to have me play with him in the yard. granted, i knew none of the rules, and he never told me. he just kicked it at me until we were called for dinner.” you grimaced.
“sorry, mate.”
“im over it,” he shrugged, gaze locked on the ball. then he shook his head. “no, im not.”
“my parents signed me up for a league when i was younger,” hermione admitted, trying to lighten up the mood, “but i would skip practices to go to the library. they didn’t find out until they tried to surprise me at a game.”
“that’s iconic,” you nodded. “but there’s no getting out of it this time.” you tossed the ball to ron and he fumbled to catch it. “let’s talk rules.”
“BEING A DRAGON ANIMAGUS AND REVEALING THIS TO THE GOLDEN TRIO WHEN YOU SAVE THEM (HARRY POTTER)”
gif // requester: @gameloversblog // request here
The four of you were on the defensive now, Death Eaters closing in and no safe way out. You wand shook in your hand, but you knew that it would be of no use as soon as you were spotted.
“Ron, Hermione, Y/N, the three of you go, I’ll catch up,” Harry said.
“And let you get caught?” Hermione asked.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the movement of a Death Eater’s robe, a flicker as they passed a doorway on the other end of the monument, and you realized what had to be done. It was more of a reaction than anything else, instinct taking over, exposing what you had hidden for years.
Ron called your name, but it was barely audible over the rush of wind in your ears as you transformed into something almost impossible, unheard of, as Professor McGonagall had once said.
“That’s not… that’s not possible…” Ron stuttered, while Hermione pulled him and Harry back from you; you now transformed into a Hungarian Horntail, the Animagus form you had carried as a secret all of those years. “Hermione, that’s not possible, right?”
“I don’t care if it’s possible,” Harry interrupted as you advanced on the Death Eaters. “Y/N is giving us our opening. We have to run!”
Something tells me that Percy is one (1) neglect situation of W!Reader away from throwing all the hands at Molly that even voldy holding him back won’t be able to save her. But the only reason he hasn’t yet is because W!Reader loves his momma too much.
Oh, he very much is. Percy has had more thoughts of finding a book on 'Parenting for Dummies' and wanting nothing more than to throw it in Molly's face repeatedly. He at this point may as well have bore and mothered Younger!Weasley!Reader himself and I have no doubt that that's how he introduces or talks about Weasley!Reader to anyone when he's older and so done with Molly's bullshit.
All Weasley!Reader wants is the love of a mother, the love of his mother to be exact. The Reader's yearn for a single ounce of Molly's positive acknowledgement lead him to seeking out Percy to give him just that, even going as far as resulting in him calling Percy "mom".
The other siblings think it's just a fun little thing until it hits them when they’re older that no, Weasley!Reader really saw Percy as his surrogate mother and it just further sets in how much Molly fucked this one up.
FORGET ABOUT SMUT. I LOVE IT BUT PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.
Imagine yn being in the family on the show "malcolm in the middle." The only girl in the family, mostly like Lois, can beat up her brothers easily and built or found a room somewhere in the house that no one but her knows where it is. Her favorite brother in the beginning was Francis, but then Jamie was born and took that. Speaking of which, when she was little, she'd follow Francis around and get into trouble with him, drove Lois even more crazy. Unlike her brothers, she has street smarts. She stands up for brothers when she can, but don't think she won't hit them if they snitch (like the fact she smokes).
I like to think that her grandparents on both sides treat her well. When Lois' parents came over for the first time on the show, they brought her gifts like maybe a family heirloom or something that involves their culture. When Lois' mom got Reese to get married, she brought men to fight over yn, she ain't arguing either, they're hot as hell (these men can be any character you like from any type of show (modern au)), she didn't get married to any of them but they stuck around. When Lois was at that festival thing, yn was there and hated the dress, had to help her mom with the tart, and was totally embarrassed when her mom danced on the tart the old bitchy ladies made.
At the burning man, yn had fun, her simps even came with.
When hal got that huge shredding machine, she put in a dress that was gifted to her by a family member (let's say it was a big puffy ugly pink dress).
Request: pls,, christmas hcs for max goof and an autistic reader who are dating? he’s my favorite character ever and it would mean a lot to me :,) i love ur writing, and even if you don’t write this one, thank you for all ur wonderful work!!
A/N: Disclaimer I am not autistic and have never claimed to be, I do however know people with autism and have done some research to hopefully make this as accurate as possible. Enjoy!
Okay, so first of all, you and Max met in college. You went to the same one together, but had different majors. He had seen you around a bunch, mostly in the library studying. You didn't seem to have very many friends.
It was true, you were having difficulty making friends in a new place, far away from home. You were okay with that though, the same thing had happened in high school and you had managed to make a couple good friends.
Slowly but surely, Max started hanging around you. At first it was just because you looked lonely and his dad had brought him up to be kind and friendly to everyone, but he found he actually enjoyed spending time around you
You responses could be blunt and your humour a little dry, but he thought it was kind of fun to hang around you still. Slowly, his interest in you became less friendly and more romantic.
By the time you both were halfway through your college careers, you were dating. He knew all about your autism and how you handled situations, navigated the world. It didn't really matter to him either way, he liked you for being you, it just so happened you were a little different from the average person
Taking you home for Christmas was a whole new frontier.
You were a little uneasy around loud noises, something Max was very aware his house would be full of. His dad after all was always tripping over something
However, you ended up being fine. Goofy loved you and whenever things got too overwhelming, Max was always there to lend a helping hand, wrapping his arm around you, giving you space, whatever you needed.
The two of you sang Christmas carols, helped Goofy decorate the tree, and even went for a walk to admire some of the Christmas lights in the neighbourhood.
Exchanging gifts, curled up on the couch and drinking hot chocolate.
Getting to know Goofy and listening to embarrassing childhood stories about Max. The awkwardness you normally have with new people totally not there upon meeting Max's father. He's one of those people it's hard to be nervous around, he's so welcoming
And he would definitely make accommodations for you if you need anything special. Both of them would.
Falling asleep to Christmas movies, under a warm blanket. Max snaps a photo for his growing photo album.
"Hey! Mistletoe!"
Wearing Max's sweaters, even though you have your own, they're just so much comfier and the bagginess makes you feel safe and warm
Christmas dinner is small but wonderful and you almost wish you could never leave.
And the two of you spend New Years together as well. You snuck away from his dad and sat on the roof, listening to the world usher in the New Year around you.
Just the two of you, no one else. You're not big on parties anyway.
By the time you were both heading back to school, Max knew he had made the right choice in bringing you and you had won over the heart of his dad as well as his (although the latter wasn't exactly hard since you already had his heart)
Getting to know Goofy and listening to embarrassing childhood stories about Max. The awkwardness you normally have with new people totally not there upon meeting Max's father. He's one of those people it's hard to be nervous around, he's so welcoming
Awwwwww!!!!!
And of course Max is super understanding with Reader. ❤️
Tries impressing you with his skateboarding abilities, though for some reason, he always tens to fall flat on his butt
His friends, Pj and Bobby, try and help him wingman, but they just end up embarrassing him more
Has a tendency to fiddle with his hair when nervous
Tries to avoid his father, only because he knows his father will embarrass him. Like yeah, he loves his dad, but come on
Though, if you hand with him and his friends, you can always expect an adventure
Though, if he doesn't focus on you watching him, he is really good at skating. He just has to not focus on you, but instead on skating. If he focuses too much on you, he gets lost and loses his mind
He's a daddy's boy and if he ever had kids, they'd be daddy's babies
He's very defensive for you. If anyone even thinks of speaking bad bout you, he's on it
Really chill and likes to hang out
His favorite thing to do with you is relaxing and hanging out together
Pretty willing to do whatever you want, because he likes making you happy
Any character you pick with latino!reader who is a traveler
Ooooo the freedom!!! I Choose ‘Meg’ from Hercules!!
Plz Enjoy
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Going off of this Universe.
You are one of the (un)fortunate humans who have fallen into ‘a pothole of existence.’ Don’t worry your not to hurt and thanks to your ready knowledge of fantasy rpgs you have no problem becoming a traveler on a quest to get home. and depending on who you end up with this is either really convenient or just a downright nightmare.
It's definitely disorienting to be dropped in mythical ancient Greece where it was commonplace that the gods interfered and monsters roamed freely. You did try to settle into a town but just as ,Hercules now Herulae, would find being different doesn’t pay well. No literally, hardly anyone would hire you for an extended job. What you did find was that your modern discipline for life and strangely extensive knowledge of Greek mythology was greatly appreciated, as you passed by. To be a foreign traveler drifting from town to town regailing the people of your very real encounters with the horrors that lurk among the forest. When you do, because you will, meet Megarth you can kiss that goodbye.
Megarth as a yandere is one of the sneaky types waiting like a snake before striking before his prey knows what hit them. From the beginning he can do nothing but silently fawn over you as he does Hades’ bidding of wooeing the demigoddess. Of course you join Herculae’s posse of cheerleaders. Which gives all the more time for him to fall in love, he gets to see you spending time with this hunky chic instead of him. You have this look in your eye as you scold the up and coming hero; it's as if you knew everything would turn out just fine. It bothered him that the look you gave him was so pitiable so he’ll take things into his own hands and this time he won’t mess up.
“Hades I want to make a deal!”
Of course literally having your soul already in the hands of your dealer isn’t the best position but who better than anyone knows what his boss wants most. He’ll give him the inside scoop, absolute cooperation in order to give him not only the soul of the demigoddess but the perfect stage of emotional distress from the population of Thebes as a cherry on top. It was perfect. All he needed was to confirm Hades’ theory.
He was stationed on the side of the building listening in from the open window as you two spoke. Phyllus,the satyr, was sleeping and Pegasus was being lured away by Panic and Pain.
“So you’re in love with Meg?”
“I-i think so! Do you think he feels the same? I mean it's quite possible considering he’s stuck around this long-” Gross.
“Hey! Of course he loves you, it's literally fate-oops!”
“OOOOhh is this your oracle ability you definitely don’t have?!!”
“What–no! I just believe you guys are just destined to be together!”
“Will we be together? Even if I one day will return to Olympus?
“Weeelll” You tried to be ambiguous but Megarth assumed Hericulae had begun making a face because you sighed and with sad smile said,” There will be obstacles but you’ll eventually have your happily ever after.”
“Eeeeeeeee I have to tell him before the festival eeeeeee-!”
Megarth covered his ears at the annoying girl shrieks; your own gorgeous giggles drowned out. Soon, he told himself soon.
The stage was set. Now he needed to make his move.
Megarth sat unsuspecting as he gazed at the moon above as Hericulae hesitantly approached. She shuffled in her armor, her typical costume now, nervously pulling at her cape.
“U-uhm Megarth, I have something important to tell you.”
He dreamily turned, letting the moonlight hit his auburn hair and olive smooth skin. His smile glistening and his gaze accepting as he awaited her confession.
“I-i’m in love with you!”
“...”
Hericulae had shouted this with her eyes closed and upon not hearing the clacking of his sandals coming towards her or a snippy phrase of agreement, she grew worried. She heard nothing. Opening her eyes she could see the downcast look at his gorgeous eyes as he finally unmounted his stone perch. He came closer to her in what she hoped was to kiss and confess his insecurities.
“Oh, Hericulae…I didn’t know you felt this way.” I totally did.
“...Do you feel the same or will you at least court me for a while…?”
She wanted to let his words breathe but she just couldn’t take it. For months she had fought monster after monster, saving him countless times only to be rendered weak in the knees at his mere glance. She needed to have him. She needed to fulfill the destiny she deserved.
“I-I can’t. Not with (Y/n)...”
“What? (Y/n)! What on Earth do they have to do with us?”
“Well…they confessed to me and they’re your best friend. It would be wrong to come between you two..” Herculae felt the warm grazing of Megarth’s warm knuckles against her now blazing cheek.”...but if that wasn’t the case I wouldn’t hesitate.” to beat you into oblivion
There was a small moment where she doubted it but being close enough to her destiny to feel the heat coming off him, there was no doubt. (Y/n) was the obstacle to her destiny and what better way to rid of her and her capital city of that obstacle than by public defamation.
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“Here you go Alexandra, the Caeser salad I was telling you about.”
“Oh thank you traveler (Y/n), I’m so happy we could celebrate you two! All of Greece will celebrate your names as Great hero and the Greatest traveler.”
“I don’t know about that-”
“Don’t be so humble.”
“Yeah, you're as much of a celebrity as her if that's what you're worried about.”
“We love ya too traveler (Y/n)!”
“Awww you guys–Phyllus?”
“Dinners finally prepared, now where is she? That loose cannon.”
By now everyone was seated at a table that wrapped around in a circle surrounded by booths selling merchandise of Herculae and ancient Greek treats. The party had started without the heroine and by the time she came stomping in everybody was either already drinking, eating, or buying from vendors.
“YOU!”
She made quite the entrance moving through everyone and making everyone stop as she pushed her way to you. Turned around and talking to one of the elders you had been swapping philosophies with one of the residing scholars. You didn’t realize the change in atmosphere until a forceful grip pulled you away from him and turned you to face the angry Herculae.
“HOW DARE YOU!” “What are you talking ab–”
“You tried to steal my love, my betrothed, after I explicitly told you my feelings!”
She lowered her voice relishing in the silent guffaws of the crowd, she planned to finish her proclamation and walk off; leaving the crowd stunned and you shunned.
“I thought you were my friend but since you just can’t keep out of Meg’s toga I won’t be needing to travel around with you anymore. Farewell.”
She planned to walk away. To really be done with this.
“excuse me? Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?!”
She stopped hearing your voice raise in an octave, she heard you only shout at monsters.
You were livid already taking off your jewelry, stashing it in your satchel/tying your hair back. For too long had you sat back and watched Abuela’s telenovelas without actually having to square up but since a certain protagonist seemed to take the action of airing their untrue dirty laundry in public you wouldn’t mind.
Prepared you got up close and personal with her. Chest to chest, face to face. She was Not going to publicly embarrass you without you getting a say.
“YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO THINK I WANT HIM!? AFTER I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU THAT Y’ALL WERE MEANT TO BE!!!!???? IS THIS YOUR CRACKPOT PLAN BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE ALONE WITH YOUR ‘DESTINY’ ”
She couldn’t help but blush now feeling the accusatory eyes on you switch to glare at her; filled with embarrassment.
“You know what,” you backed up, grabbing your unfinished glass of wine and taking one last sip before holding it above your head and pouring it on her golden strawberry hair. You didn’t stay to look at her; fighting the burning in your eyes as you ran from the city into the surrounding wood.
When you were sure you were alone you buckled down into the dirt and cried. You eventually succumbed to sleep, sat on the dirt ground like you did before you met Herculae. Back to being just a traveler.
Megarth and Hades met at their rendezvous point, with the former presenting his results as he promised. He was not wrong as Thebes is in disarray fighting with one another over who was in the wrong or in the right. Hericulae’s is in complete panic mode blocking out everybody’s sensible consulting, perfect for suggestion from the god of death. Best of all you had run yourself out of the city, perfect for sudden teleportation to a home set-up in the Elysium (the closest thing to paradise in the underworld). Of course lord of the underworld is on fire with the news and gladly upholds his end of the deal transporting your still sleeping body to the home Megarth had set up while he lays waste to his niece and the city of Thebes and Olympus with his beloved titans.
Megarth will happily gaslight the heck out of the demigoddess if there's a moment of rebellion from her saying, “Oh Herculae, I just can’t believe you’d do this! (Y/n) has died and it's all your fault of course you’d want this, since I rejected you.”
“Wait but you didn’t...You said-”
“That I wanted to be with (Y/n) this whole time but I wanted all of us to be friends.”
“I-oh no- I what-”
“If the world is ending I certaintly don’t want to be spending it with my love’s murderer.”
“Wait-I didn’t mean to-”
“Goodbye Hero.”
Of course everything is practically going to the toilet for everyone but Megarth who happily will retreat to your cage cottage in Eylisium holding his wondrous darling. Your confusion about the change in scenery is met with more of his infamous acting: telling you how Herculae waited to attack you and succeeded once you had fallen asleep. Comforting you as you grapple with this new revelation and he’ll be there as long as he isn’t called to work.
If you ever question the validity of his claims about your death he’ll just contract some fake evidence or reasoning to convince you otherwise. All you have left is him and all you need is him.
Ben Tennyson x wb!reader × Danny phantom best OF BOTH FUCKING WORLDS!!! Plus those two are needy and love to fight for your attention every second they GET!!!!
Yan!Peter Parker x Neglected wb!reader batfam included
Bio: Visiting your long-distance boyfriend from Queens, let's hope your "family" doesn't follow.
"So is it true that in New York the rats are big enough that they can ride the trains?" you said with a cheeky grin splattered on your face, just for Peter to clutch his heart with a gasp and a distraught look on his face, just for him to steal one of your fries and quip back, "Is it sure that Gotham's water supply is getting poisoned every few business days?" You choked on your cola, bursting into laughter. Your relationship has always been like this: quips and mostly lighthearted teasing with your favorite nerd. Ever since he got an internship at Wayne Enterprises and came to one of their galas just to see you standing alone with a fizzy glass of champagne, the two of you were stuck together, glued at the hip, even you caught in his trap.
"Okay, okay, the water supply does get poisoned, but you left our date to fight some D-tier villain, then crashed into the museum for our date," recalling the moment you could see the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. "And you say Gotham is bad?" Peter's ears are red. "It is, and plus, you can't blame me; I gave you a heads-up!" Who is he trying to convince? "Yeah, after you crashed into the Mona Lisa!"
His cheeks are completely red and he's practically pouting. "The Mona Lisa is overrated anyway," he muttered under his breath. "But it wasn't a bad date," you continued. "I liked the part where you bashed his head in," Peter smirked, flexing his bicep. "Yeah, I am what they call THE Spider-Man!" He's getting all cocky now, showing his true colors. "What a dork..." you giggled. "I'm a dork!" And you started cackling. "That was corny!"
"YOU MEAN ROMANTIC!!!" You laughed even more at his declaration. Then the atmosphere switched Peter quickly turned twisting it to the side looking at a rooftop that seemed to be empty "Something wrong?" You asked taking his hand into yours your full lips turning into a small pout he turns his head back around to face you squeezing your hand with the firm but gentlest touches "Spidey sense babe never knew there were bats in New york"
"Do you think he saw us?" Damian asked Tim, holding up some binoculars. "Yeah, most definitely. He was staring right through me," Tim said with a scoff, hating the fact that Peter spotted him. Jason snatches the binoculars from Tim, looking at them from the rooftop shamelessly, not even hiding in the shadows. "They're laughing way too much; he is not that funny." Dick then snatches the binoculars with a smirk. "Like you are? Can you believe she left family movie night for a fast food dinner on the rooftop?" Duke steals the binoculars from Dick. "Never will understand her deal with white boys." He grumbled. "They're all little haters." "Well, they are kinda cute together," Steph says with a disgusted Cass sitting right beside her. "No!" They all say in unison, just for you to turn your head to the rooftop; they already shattered like mice.
Thinking about Ben Tennyson x Wb!reader I like pairing them up with with random characters
"BAE, TAKE ME BACK!!!" Ben screams, standing outside the manor with a boom box playing Fetty Wap. You hadn't texted him back in a good 48 hours. He chose the alien four arms just for this. "I LOVE YOU, PLEASE!" he screams once again. You don't even know how he got past the fence or how he got past the DAMN SECURITY. It was all over Gotham news after that: the bastard child of Bruce Wayne dating the hero of Bellwood—how unexpected! (You did text him back, of course, but never leave that boy on read; he is appearing in your walls with no second thoughts.) He definitely hates the bats, no doubt about it.
Ben: You don't deserve to be outside enjoying the sun...
Bruce: Excuse me?
Ben: You should be in a cave...
Does a lot of things to annoy wb. "Mind if a white boy speaks a little Español?" He smirks up at you with cheeky little eyebrows. "Get the fuck out of my face." He walks away like a wounded puppy. He likes to make you wear green; it's his favorite color, so it's going to be yours too. After that, the two of them are both nerds, so video game and movie nights are always a thing. There have been times when he snuck into galas just to see you, too many times. "I clean up nice, don't I?" He chuckles in a messed-up tie, wearing dirty-ass Adidas Sambas. "Your tie is backwards..." You laugh, fixing it for him. He's stuck blushing for the rest of the night.
Ben: You want me so bad.~
Wb! reader: I do
Ben:
Definitely talks about you to his family and asks Gwen for relationship advice.
Ben: So how do you deal with Kev?
Gwen: I don't.
The bats want you all to themselves, and so does he. Tim rolls his eyes, "You could have done way better," like he's any better when it comes to dating. Damian is grossed out; you took him to dinner when you brought Ben over, and he's fucking the hell out of Alfred's cooking, crumbs all over his face. You think he looks cute. Cass and Steph are giving you crazy side-eyes like, "That's the guy you've been up all night for?" Duke is sick and tired of your dating white boys, and Jason doesn’t know what to do with your love life.
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