This blog is going to be full of reader inserts for different fandoms, please feel free to send asks (both for requests and for questions - not too personal please).
I will be doing Female, Non-binary and Male readers. However, if it is asked in a request (or I feel like it fits the story better when it isn't a request) I will do different gender identities too.
Please feel free to ask me anything in the ask box and to also ask for requests or ask something like 'how would [character] react to...].
[Also, don't worry guys, I'm not stealing work. I'm actually @x-lilacgalacticfox-x and I'm transferring my reader inserts over to here.]
A/N: Sorry I've been gone so long guys, I've been very busy and had writers block! Also, my suggestions are still open ♡
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Y/n had been known the Doctor for over three years now. He'd met him not long after he'd regenerated, having seen Rose pass by and was now travelling with the Doctor and Donna. However, Donna had gone home to visit her family - mainly her grandad. So, it was just him and the Time Lord.
Y/n sighed to himself as he was sat in one of the infinite rooms of the TARDIS. The doctor was somewhere galavanting around the ship, so it was just him and the TARDIS.
"You know, sometimes I wish I could understand you as well as he does," y/n grumbled to himself, leaning back on the chair as he looked up at the ceiling.
He heard the iconic sounds of the TARDIS replying to him, making him smile. "You're always so kind to me, even if I don't understand you, you reply to the best of your ability," the man replies, a small smile on his face.
After a few more sounds, he starts to seem to understand what was being 'said'. He looks around confused, assuming the Doctor was walking past.
"Can you understand now?"
"What...?"
"I said, can you understand now, Y/n?" Y/n's eyes widened as he gawked. "From your reaction, I assume you can."
"How is this.. possible?"
"I mean, I'm a living organism that can translate all languages, so why is this not possible?"
"That.. weirdly makes sense," Y/n chuckles to himself, a wide smile on his face. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome, dear Y/n."
"Dear?" Y/n questions, raising an eyebrow.
There was silence for a second, before he heard the response, "Don't tell the others, but you're my favourite. Oh, and you shouldn't say that to the Doctor either. He may get jealous."
"Why would he get jealous?"
"He gets rather possessive."
Before y/n could reply, the Doctor walks into the room, a bright smile on his face. "Ah, there you are!" He looks him up and down and looks puzzled. "Why're you just sitting there not doing anything? At least read a book!" He mopes.
Y/n chuckles and smiles back at the doctor. "I was just having a conversation with the TARDIS."
"Well that must be boring," he replies, frowning. "C'mon, there's something I want to show you."
Y/n shrugs his shoulders, before getting up and following the doctor to the control room. The Timelord walked straight to the door and waits for his companion to catch up to him. He smiles at them, before opening the TARDIS doors.
Y/n's eyes widen and his mouth falls agape, before slowly walking through the door to look at the scenery closer.
The TARDIS had landed on a blue, grass field that stretched into the heavens, touching the lilac skies with stars that shined pink. The turquoise trees stretched high and danced in the soft breeze, with light blue fruit resting on the leaves.
It was an incredible sight, and introduced so many cool colours that Y/n adored. The Doctor leant against the TARDIS' doorframe, watching his companion's reaction, before pulling out a picnic blanket and basket from the entryway.
The Doctor lays out the picnic, before Y/n turns to look at him. He smiles brightly and joins the Doctor on the blanket.
"Thank you, this is lovely."
"Well, I know how much you love pretty scenery and some of these colours. Plus, you deserve a nice, peaceful break. After dealing with me for so long."
Y/n blushes softly at realising the Doctor had taken notice of the things he liked and sorted this all out for him. "I really appreciate this, Doctor."
"And I appreciate you," the Doctor replies, before smirking playfully at Y/n. "Now eat up! The food won't last forever!"
Summary: You'd always heard stories of Camelot on your travels, so you finally decide to go and see it for yourself. Especially as you'd heard that your friend Gwaine was residing there currently. However, Camelot always seems to attract unwanted attention. Will you get mixed up in these troubling times?
Pairing(s): Male Reader / Knights of Camelot / Merlin / Arthur Pendragon
A/N: Hello all! Thank you for choosing to read this fanfiction! Just here to quickly say, incase the summary doesn't explain it properly; The reader is Male and this will be an eventual Polyamorous relationship. It may start off as competitive, but eventually everyone will be together (even if all of them may not love each other, they all love the reader)! Also, Gwen and Morgana are definitely very gay for each other and love the reader in a platonic way. Anyway, enjoy! 🫶
You've always enjoyed travelling throughout Britain. You enjoyed hearing the tales of other people's travels while in the taverns and finding new wildlife in each kingdom you passed through. Through your travels you'd heard a lot about the famous kingdom Camelot. It was rather hard not to hear about said kingdom, as it seemed it was getting attacked almost every week. Although, you had heard good things about the new king and his knights.
You smiled at the thought of the stories of Camelot as you drank mead from your wooden cup. You were in a Tavern not too far away from Camelot, in the boundaries of Cenred's kingdom. You rather disliked the ruler of this kingdom, but the towns were always welcoming and the taverns had great prices, so you couldn't complain to much. You finish your drink before putting it down on the table you were sat at. You stand up, scraping the chair against the floor as you did.
"Off again, are ya?" You heard the barkeep ask, smiling at you as they picked up your cup.
You nod and put your satchel around your neck, that had been hanging on the back of your chair. "Yes, I'm going to head to Camelot."
"Oh right, anything in particular?" They ask, raising an eyebrow. "Trading?"
You chuckle and shake your head. "Actual, I'm going to visit an old friend. I heard that he's been staying there." You roll your eyes as you say, "Gotta make sure he's not making trouble for them. Trouble always follows him!"
"Well, good luck, just stay safe. That place is always getting attacked!"
"Aw, are you worried about me?" You ask, laughing along with the barkeep.
"Tch, only for ya money! You're a regular, can't loose my best customer!"
You laugh and wave at them as you walk out of the tavern, allowing them to tend to the other customers.
Readjusting the satchel on your shoulders, you look up at the sky as you walked towards the woods. It was slowly turning orange and pink as the sun set past the trees. You always loved seeing the pretty colours that nature had to offer, especially during the sunset and sunrise, but you particularly liked looking at the night sky. As you travelled a lot, you were adapt at travelling by using the stars to navigate, so you hoped it would stay clear tonight so you could find your way to Camelot.
As you ventured into the woods, the air felt crisp against your skin, and the scent of damp earth permeated the atmosphere. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soothing symphony of nature. The towering trees stood like guardians, their branches reaching towards the heavens, creating a lush canopy overhead that dappled sunlight onto the forest floor. With each step, the ground beneath your feet embraced you, the softness of the moss and fallen leaves providing a natural cushion. At least if you were to trip, the leaves and moss would soften the blow. I could hear the gentle crunch of twigs and leaves, reminding me that you were not alone in this tranquil wilderness, as creatures of all kinds travelled through this wood. Various creatures scurried and chirped, blending harmoniously with the melodious songs of birds perched high in the branches.
Eventually, you stumble upon a babbling brook. Its crystal-clear waters flowing gracefully over smooth pebbles, the rising moon dancing in the reflection. The gentle murmur of the stream was a soothing lullaby, inviting you to pause and appreciate the simple beauty that surrounded you. You dipped your hand into the cool water, feeling its refreshing touch and allowing yourself to be momentarily transported to a state of pure tranquillity.
Before you could be entranced by the babbling brook any longer, you continued on your journey. As you raised your head to look up at the sky, you watched the branches sway in the gentle wind. You watched the sky for a second, stopping in your tracks. You watched as the sky lit up with stars and the moon's gaze. You always appreciated the moon and how she cared the her stars in her beautiful sky, while watching as the stars twinkled as if to say thank you for accommodating them. You analysed the stars patterns, using them to find the direction towards Camelot, before you started walking again.
After a few more hours of walking, you took notice of how tired you were feeling. It must be late at this point, so you thought that you'd settle there for the night. You had no trouble so far, so you wished that none would come when you slept. Of course, you greatly admired and respected nature, so you wished that nature will also respect you. You set your satchel down on the ground, before lying on the floor, using some fallen leaves for a pillow, of sorts. You yawn, before letting your eyes shut and fall into a gentle slumber.
As you slowly come back into consciousness, you recognise the calling of birds from above your head. You open your eyes and go to sit up to stretch, before noticing a fawn curled up on your stomach. You smile softly at the sight, before checking the animal for any wounds. From this angle, you couldn't tell of any, so you were relieved. However, it did bring up the question upon where they're mother was. Usually fawns aren't seen away from their mothers for very long, but it seems this fawn had been asleep with you for a while.
Before you could think more on the subject, the fawn opened its eyes and raised its head to look at you. As they did, you could have sworn you saw a twinkle in their eyes. You sat up, gently placing the deer in your lap. Seeing that the fawn wasn't upset in the slightest, you gently pet the animal, smiling as they seemed happy from the affection they were receiving. You continued to pet them as you looked around, concerned about the fawn's safety.
"Where is your mother, little one?" you asked gently, looking at the fawn in concern.
In response, the deer climbed off your lap and tugged at the sleeve of your top. Your eyebrows furrow, before you grab your satchel and get to your feet. Although you had planned on heading straight to Camelot when you had woken, this was more important to you now.
You followed the fawn as it led you through the forest. After about half an hour, you lost track of time, but diligently followed the poor fawn. Every so often you would offer the deer some water, before you'd both set off again. It wasn't much of a treacherous walk, so you were glad about that, but you were beginning to wonder if this fawn knew where they were going.
After a little more walking, you seemed to have reached where the fawn was looking to take you, as they turned back to you and came to your side. You looked around before seeing a castle through the treeline. You laugh slightly in awe.
"It seems you've taken me exactly where I've wanted," you said, before looking down at the fawn. You smile and pet their head. "Thank you, I appreciate your assistance."
The fawn jumps a few times, as if excited before running off into the woods. You hoped they would find their mother, and that you'd be able to see them again in your travels.
You then walk up the beaten path towards the gates of Camelot. It was clear many people had come this way, as they had created a path of their own towards the cobbled path. You walked towards the guarded entrance and nodded respectfully to them, thanking them for letting you enter; even though anyone could.
You looked around as you walked through the streets, looking between stalls and different houses. There were many people walking about, some doing chores while others were simply looking to trade at the stalls. As you neared the castle grounds, you thought to yourself that you actually didn't know where to find your friend, as you hadn't been in contact with him for a while. Spotting some more guards, you walk over to them.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes sir?" One answers, holding his spear in one hand.
"I'm looking for an old friend of mine. You wouldn't happen to know where Gwaine would be? Usually found in taverns, and.. no that's about it," you ask, chuckling at the end.
The two guards look between each other, before the other answers, "Do you mean Sir Gwaine?"
You laugh and say, "Good one. But no seriously, he's usually in taverns."
"Yes, that sounds like Sir Gwaine," the first replied, shrugging.
You looked confused, before deciding that it would just be best to see for yourself. "Um, alright. Well, where is Sir Gwaine then?"
"He'd be training with the other knights. They're on your right once you enter the castle grounds," the same guard says.
"Right. Thank you for your help."
You smile to them in thanks, before walking into the castle grounds like instructed. As you did, you looked to your right and saw what you assumed were knights training together. You were a ways away, so you couldn't really tell any features yet. You were certain the guards must have mistaken your Gwaine for someone else, but it was better safer than sorry.
You walk closer in the direction, one hand holding the strap of your satchel. As you got closer, you could see the telltale hair of your friend. You were shocked to say the least, as you'd known Gwaine to hate nobility. You raise your eyebrow, watching his one-of-a-kind fighting skills.
"That's definitely Gwaine, alright.." You mutter to yourself, shaking your head slightly to get rid of the shock.
You watch as the training seems to be stopping, at least for now, so you take this as an opportunity to approach the group. As you do, you spot a man without armour sat on the side-lines watch you intently. You assume that they're probably a servant, but you didn't have much time to dwell on that thought, as you were approaching your friend.
"Gwaine, is that you?" You ask, a few steps away from your friend. He turns around and looks at you in shock, before you ask with a smirk, "Or should I be calling you Sir Gwaine now?"
Gwaine grins and dashes up to you, pulling you into a hug and swinging you around. You laugh happily as he did, happy to see him once again. As you're placed on the floor you hear a cough from behind you. All of the knights were looking in your direction with confused looks on their faces, especially the blonde man who had his eyebrow raised.
"Are you going to introduce us, Gwaine?" the Blonde man asks; who you assumed was the one who coughed.
Gwaine chuckles softly and wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning on you. "Right of course. Everyone, this is Y/n, my oldest friend."
"Hey, no need to make it sound like I'm old, you twit," you tease, gently hitting him in the stomach; which was useless as he was wearing armour.
Gwaine smirks at you. "Well, you're as old as me, so you're pretty old, mate."
"Oh, shut your trap."
A few of the knights step forward to greet you, so you shake Gwaine off. You take the hand of a man with darker skin than yours, who had a slight mischievous glint in his eyes, as he introduces himself. "Hello, my name is Elyan. It's nice to meet someone else who's also put up with Gwaine."
You chuckle and reply with a 'same to you'. Another man holds out his hand so you take it. He had dark hair, similar to Gwaine's, but shorter and tidier. He smiles at you gently, and through his eyes you could tell he was an understanding soul. "I'm Lancelot, it's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n."
A third man holds out his hand, to which you take. Although the man is extremely muscular, the tender way he holds your hand shows how gentle he truly is. "My name's Percival, I'm glad to meet you."
Finally, the blonde man walks closer to you, before holding out his hand. The handshake was firm and proper, exactly how you imagined a knight to shake hands. "And I am Arthur, welcome to Camelot."
Your jaw drops, before you turn to look at Gwaine. You slap him around the back of his head; causing the reaction of 'what the hell!' from him; before asking incredulously, "You didn't think to mention that I was interrupting you training with the King?!"
"But we'd just finished! And I was happy to see you!" He complained, rolling his eyes. "Plus, he's nothing but a princess."
Arthur rolled his eyes at Gwaine's words. "Although I hate to admit it, Gwaine was right. We have finished our training for the day." He then turns to Gwaine and says, "As long as you don't waste all of your money in the tavern, I'll allow you the day off duties to show Y/n around, if you'd like."
The other knights grown in annoyance, making you chuckle. Gwaine's face lights up, and before Arthur could take back his statement, he grabs your arm and yanks you away. Before you could complain, you realised he was pulling you towards the man you had seen analysing you as you approached.
"Merlin, meet my friend Y/n," Gwaine says, patting Merlin on the back. He turns to you and adds, "Merlin has helped save our lives a lot, even if he's a clutz half the time."
"Oi!" Merlin complains, before laughing with Gwaine.
"Oh dear, are there two Gwaine's..?"
They both laugh at your joke, before Merlin offers to help show you around with Gwaine. You were excited to learn more about Merlin and how Gwaine had happened to manage to get a Knighthood. Seems like coming to Camelot was certainly the best idea you'd had in a long time.
Hello! I love your work and was wondering if you could possibly do a teen!genderfluid reader x avengers (platonic) where the reader comes out to them as genderfluid and would like to use they/them pronouns? Sorry if this is to much to ask for or anything! Have a great night/day/afternoon and remember to stay hydrated!:]/gen
Hi!! Aw thank you so much, and of course I can! I'll start it now and once it's done, I'll link it to this post!
I hope you're well and have a great day/night/afternoon! Stay safe!
A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long! I got logged out of my account for ages! I hope this does it justice and I hope you enjoyed it! :D
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Everyone knew you were slightly different, and not because you were part of the avengers, but in a way that even the Avengers couldn't figure out. Nobody judged you, but they were all curious on what could make you seem different from the others.
You, of course, already knew what made you 'different'. Well, you'd only recently figured it out. You'd had a long identity crisis that has led you to the realisation you have brought upon yourself. You realised you were Genderfluid. You'd always considered if you were, but you'd not confirmed it until now. It hadn't seemed appropriate before now.
You knew of course, that you had to tell the Avengers. They weren't hiding it very well that they were all curious about you - more so after you started having the secret identity crisis. Honestly, it kind of amused you how oblivious they thought you were to the questions they asked.
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It was Friday. Everyone had just gotten out of a boring meeting with Fury, and they were all slumped in the living room. Sam had fallen fast asleep - along with Scott and Clint - when he sat on the sofa, while the others were either sat or stood, yawning and looking bored.
You were sat in the corner, fiddling with your hands in your lap. You then took a deep breath, gaining some courage, before clearing your throat. You stood up, to show you wanted everyone's attention; as you did so, Bucky slapped Sam's face, waking the three sleeping beauties from their slumber.
"Um..." You mutter, before gulping as you saw everyone's eyes on you. This made the group of hero's intrigued and a little worried about what you needed their attention for. They'd never seen you this nervous, even on missions. You were always calm and collected, but it was understandable why you were nervous now. Some people didn't accept that others can be anything but cisgendered or a binary gender. "I'm just gonna get this out of the way; I'm Genderfluid. It's who I am and if you have a problem with that, there's the door."
The room was silent for a minute, before a quiet voice from America's *ss is heard. "What's Genderfluid?"
Tony smacks the back of Steve's head and rolls his eyes at him. Before the engineer can explain, Natasha says with a smile, directed towards you, "Genderfluid means that you change between different genders and pronouns. It changes depending on the person's view of themselves and their gender for that period of time."
Steve nods along and explains, "Although I've never heard of it, and don't fully understand, I accept you and would love to know more."
Thor grins at you, his eyes sparkling with delight. Although nobody realised, Thor was an expert at the topic of being Genderfluid, as his adopted sibling identified as such. So, the god was excited to meet someone else who identified the same and might get along well with the deity. "What're the pronouns you'd like us to use for you?" Thor asks, making sure he asks politely, just like he'd do with his sibling.
You smile softly and answer, "Please use they/them pronouns. And you can use them whenever you're not sure what I'm using, as they're neutral."
The team nod and then go back to normal, as they knew being Genderfluid was a normal thing to be and they didn't care - in a sense that they didn't care what you were, they still loved you.
You were relieved, before starting to talk to Bucky and Natasha in Russian - which scared the team every time you three gathered to speak the foreign language.
Hello! Can you do spiderman no way home peter x tall male reader pls? The villians and spidermen were very surprised when the cute inncoent boy had not the MJ but a scary superhero dominated male as his boyfriend pls?(aslo the reader has black angle wings ) is it okay?
Hi! Ooo this sounds interesting! I've got another ask to complete first but then I'll hop right onto this ask! I will then link it to this, so you can see it!
[WARNING TO ALL WHO HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, AVOID THE STORY WHEN IT COMES OUT, UNTIL YOUVE WATCHED THE MOVIE, THERE WILL PROBABLY BE (MINOR?) SPOILERS!!]
Hello! I love your work and was wondering if you could possibly do a teen!genderfluid reader x avengers (platonic) where the reader comes out to them as genderfluid and would like to use they/them pronouns? Sorry if this is to much to ask for or anything! Have a great night/day/afternoon and remember to stay hydrated!:]/gen
Hi!! Aw thank you so much, and of course I can! I'll start it now and once it's done, I'll link it to this post!
I hope you're well and have a great day/night/afternoon! Stay safe!
The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.
If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.
Thank uuu.
A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!
Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!
I'm coming out
Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader
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"Baby, it's gonna be okay."
"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"
You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."
"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.
"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.
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Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.
The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.
All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).
Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.
Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.
"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."
"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."
"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."
"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."
Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.
"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.
Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.
"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.
"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."
Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.
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Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.
"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"
"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.
"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."
Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.
"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.
Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."
You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"
After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.
You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.
"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.
"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.
You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.
"What do you want?"
"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.
"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.
"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.
"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.
"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.
Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.
"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.
Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"
"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"
The room was silent, even you included.
Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."
Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."
The room is silent again.
"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.
"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"
"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.
Can you please write a story about Peter parker coming out to his boyfriend as being Trans (FtM)?
A/N: Of course! I've been wanting to write something like this for a while!! I hope I do this justice :D
Coming out
Pairing: Trans! Peter Parker x Male! Reader
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You were sat in the library at school, doing last minute studying for a test that you had after lunch. You groan and rub your eyes tiredly, as you'd been up all night studying as well. Yes, a little overboard, but you were worried.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot that someone had entered the library. The person looks around, seemingly looking for someone. Not taking any notice, you continue to study, ignoring the fact that you were struggling to keep your eyes open.
You then hear the chair next to you being pulled out from under the table. You rub one of your eyes with your fist as you look up to see who it was.
You smile when you see it was Peter, your partner. "Hey hun, what're you doing here?" you ask gently. "Shouldn't you be getting your lunch?"
"Oh well um, I saw you weren't in the lunch hall, so I came to check on you," Peter says nervously, rubbing the back of their neck. "Also, um, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Oh okay," you say, slightly worried, because Peter seemed even more anxious than usual. "Is it anything bad?"
"No! Well, I hope not," Peter replies, mumbling at the end.
"Okay, then what do ya wanna say, sugar?"
"I'm trans."
Silence for a few second, as you try and let that sink in.
"I'm, oh gosh, I'm sorry. Haha, that was just a joke! I got you," Peter says, fake laughing again at the end.
"Oh sugar," your eyes soften. You move your chair closer to his and gently grab his hands and pull them closer to you. "You don't need to lie or pretend your not something you are." Peter then goes to say something else, but you continue, "And before you say anything, no, this is not a bad thing. It will never be a bad thing!"
"Really?" Peter asks nervously, nervously making eye contact. You smile brightly and kiss them gently.
"Yes, really," you reply. "Now, what pronouns do you prefer and do you want to change your name? If so, what do I call you? Oh! And we'll need to give you a makeover, oh and I need to give you more gender specific nicknames!"
You then start kissing all over Peter's face. Peter giggles at the kisses, before replying, "Well, I prefer he/him pronouns and Peter, please."
"My darling Peter! My fabulous boyfriend!" you say dramatically, kissing him more over the face and then pecking his lips a few times, while he giggled. "I love you, my boyfriend, Peter Parker. It has a ring to it, I love it."
The whining of the akuma alert was sounding through the school from everyone's phones. The class, along with the rest of the school, goes into chaos as people check their phones and see that the akuma was heading towards the school. People start dashing out of the classrooms, trying to get away.
Unfortunately, as you'd been in the bathroom without your bag (meaning you also didn't have your phone either) it meant you had no idea that an akuma was on its way to your school.
You leave the bathroom, wiping your hands in your jeans after washing your hands, walking through the changing rooms. You walk into the entrance of the school, going towards the stairs to get upstairs to your class, when you hear manic laughter.
You freeze in your position, hoping you hadn't been spotted by the akumatized victim. You slowly turn your head, looking for the 'villain'. You gulp as you watch them fire up their weapon, aiming it at you with wide, crazed eyes. Your face turns ghostly white, your hands shaking at your sides as you watch, helpless.
Right as the attack from the 'villain' was about to hit you, you feel someone grab you around your waist and pull you up into the air. You let out a breath of air as you watch the akumatized person slowly get smaller below your feet.
You land on the roof of one of the nearby houses, and as you do you finally look to see who had saved you. You immediately blush as you see the signature red of Ladybug's mask right next to your face.
"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice concerned as she unwraps her arms from around you. "You didn't get hurt did you?"
With not being able to think straight (😏) due to her still being so close, you blurt out, "You're hot!"
She blinks a few times, before awkwardly chuckling and rubbing the back of her neck. "Uh, thank you?" She then hears a loud crash; and what seems to be Chat Noir's scream; and she quickly says to you, "I've got to go now, stay safe."
You watch as she swings away on her yoyo. Only then does what you said kick in, making you go as red as the heroine's outfit. You groan and hit your head against the wall of the house you were on.
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"What's got you so quiet recently?" Marc asks, sitting on your left with Nath on his left. You were picking at your food in the local park, you went for lunch with your friends; Marc and Nathaniel.
You mumble something under your breath, looking down at your messy plate on the bench you were all sat at. They look at you confused, before you groan out, "Ladybug saved me the other day."
Nath looks more confused and asks, "Why does that mean you're so quiet?"
"She asked if I was alright and I just went, 'You're hot!'," you reply, pushing your tray forwards and harshly dropping your head onto the table in embarrassment.
Marc and Nathaniel start laughing, before gently patting your back. "Aw, does someone have a crush on Paris' hero?"
"Stop teasing me!" you whine, gently slapping their hands away. "It was so embarrassing! She looked so uncomfortable!"
"Well I wouldn't say I was uncomfortable," a very familiar voice says from behind you.
You tense and look back to see a slightly smirking ladybug. Your blush deepens and your brain goes into meltdown.
She giggles at you and teases, "I saw you while I was on patrol and I thought I'd come down to say hi to my not so secret admirer." She then picks your phone up off the bench and says, "This is the number to my yoyo, so call me whenever you want, sweetie."
She hands you your phone and winks at you, before saying, "Bug out!" She swings away as you sit frozen on the spot, not even noticing Marc and Nath's hands waving in front of your face.
You were annoyed, to say the least. Both Chat Noir and Ladybug hadn't arrived for patrol, meaning you had to patrol all of Paris by yourself. Let's just say you started at 6pm and ended in early hours in the morning...
You were sat at the Eiffel tower, leaning against the metal side. Your head was resting against the side, watching the lights in the city twinkle in the dark sky.
You sniff and pull yourself closer to the metal of the tower, trying to get some warmth. Being high up during the morning, with this thin magic costume. It doesn't even keep you warm!
You gently hit your head against the wall and groan, feeling tiredness sweeping over you. You yawn slightly and rub your eye, tiredly.
You hear a sound from behind you, making you jump up and get into a fighting position. Unfortunately, as you were so tired your tripped and fell, falling on your face.
You hear chuckling and a familiar voice saying, "What, falling for me already, mouse?"
You huff and release all of the tension in your shoulders. "Shut up, Chat," you snap, pulling yourself up from the floor and sitting back where you were before the other hero arrived.
"What's ruffled your fur?" He questions, sitting beside you and swinging his legs over the side. You don't reply and keep staring out at the city. Chat sighs and says, "I'm sorry for not going on patrol with you, but I couldn't sneak out and my schedule was packed."
"I don't care that you missed it," you mumble, keeping looking forward. "I'm just... upset you didn't warn me. I got worried."
Chat looks at you and frowns, unable to see your face. You sniff and wipe your cheeks and mask, before looking at him and smiling with teary eyes. "I'm glad you're safe, kitty."
As soon as Chat sees you'd been crying he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. "Hey, it's alright. I'm sorry for worrying you, I'm okay, we're okay."
You sniffle again and nuzzle your face into his leather clad neck, your arms wrapping around his chest; under his arms; and your legs around his waist. Chat's arms wrap around your back, while one of his hands travels to your hair, gently scratching your scalp and behind your mouse ears.
"Please don't leave me alone again," you whimper into his neck, holding him tighter. Chat smiles gently and runs his fingers through your hair.
"I'll never leave you alone again," he replies, moving your face back so he can look at you. He smiles gently and moves a hand to your jaw, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. "You're so precious. So precious to me, alright? I'll never leave you and I promise to stay safe if it makes you feel better, okay?"
You move into his hand and nuzzle into it, humming gently with your eyes closed. Blissed out from the touches and cuddles, you reply, "Thank you, kitty. I love you."
Chat's eyes widen as he hears what you said, his thumb stopping in its movements. You realise what you said after a second and your eyes widen and you push away from him, your face flushed.
"OmgimsosorryididntknowwhatiwassayingimeanidoloveyoubutWAITNOIDIDNTMEANTHAT," you freak out, hiding your red face in your hands.
You hear muffles laughing, before it turns into full on laughter. He moves your hands from your face and you look at him as he stops laughing.
Chat had a loving look on his face, a blush dusting his cheeks. His tail was up and in the shape of a heart as he looked at you. "I love you too, you silly mouse."
Before you can react, Chat moves towards and kisses you gently. You hum and close your eyes, kissing him back and moving back into his lap.
The golden trio walks through the school campus during their free period, talking and laughing with each other. As they walk through the courtyard, they spot a certain white haired boy sat on one of the stone benches.
Surprisingly, he was alone. Usually, he was seen with his 'friends', but he was sat alone, seemingly reading a book that was on his lap.
They start to make their way past, when they spot a Hufflepuff walking towards the Slytherin. The Gryffindor trio tense, expecting Draco to be his usual self at the innocent Hufflepuff.
Instead, they watched at the badger rubs their eyes tiredly and makes grabby hands at the snake. Without looking up, Draco puts his hands in their waist and gently pulls them down. They sit in his lap and wraps their arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
The Hufflepuff nuzzles their head into his neck and relaxes as Draco adjusts so his arms were around their back, while the book was still in view.
The three walk closer to the two, staying quiet to observe. As they approach, they hear Draco's voice quietly talking. They notice that he was still looking down at the book and it clicked, he was reading to them.
Hermione quietly cooes at them and places a hand on her chest at the sight. Ron rolls his eyes and chuckles, while Harry smiles and watches with a gentle smile.
Soft snores come from the pair and Draco stops reading. He smiles and marks his place in the book before placing it down. He wraps his arms fully around them and moves one of his hands into their hair, gently smoothing it and running his fingers through their hair.
"That was cute," Harry calls out, but not loud enough to wake the Hufflepuff up. The trio walk closer, Draco's head snapping up and staring wide eyed at them.
"How much did you see?"
"All of it," Ron replies, smirking slightly.
"This," Draco starts, glaring at the three. "This never happened. Got it?"
"Oh, definitely," Ron teases, a smirk still on his face.
Hermione timidly takes a step forwards and looks at the person on his lap, before looking back up at the blonde. Draco nods, so she moves to sit beside him and gently smooths their hair. They hum and shuffle slightly in their sleep so their head was facing the Gryffindor. She cooes again, mumbling about how adorable they were.
"Who even are they?" Harry asks, with a smile on his face as he watches them.
Draco looks up at him and rolls his eyes. "Does the golden boy not pay attention to anything outside of his house?"
"Bloody hell, just answer the question," Ron grumbles, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Their name is Y/n L/n," Draco replies, rubbing their back as they nuzzle into his shoulder. "They're in Hufflepuff, obviously, and they're in our year."
"Are you two dating?" Hermione asks, still smoothing their hair, before moving her hand down to cup their jaw and gently rub their thumb over their cheek.
Draco shakes his head, "No, I just look after them." He looks down at them and smiles, holding them tighter. "And I bloody well love it." He then glares at them and continues, "So if any of you tell anyone and ruin this for me, I'll kill you. Got it, Pottah?"
Harry holds his hands up in defence with a smile and nods. "Will do."
"Dray," they whine, moving back slightly and rubbing their eyes, still tired even after just waking up. "Wha's goin on?"
"You should sleep, love," Draco replies, looking at them softly. "You look knackered."
"Who's this?" Y/n asks, looking at Hermione with slow blinks. They then spot the other two and tiredly wave at them, with them waving back with smiles.
"Seriously, Y/n? I told you about these three," Draco sighs.
Y/n tilts their head, before their eyes light up with recognition and they wake up more. "Oh! Are these the golden trio?"
"That's new," Ron states, laughing slightly.
Y/n then stands up (much to Draco's disappointment) and walks to the two boys and gives them a lopsided grin. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/n L/n. I already know who you are," they giggle slightly.
Harry smiles and ruffles your hair as he replies, "We're happy to have met you too, Y/n."
Hermione and Draco then stand up and Y/n moves to say the same thing to Hermione as the other three watch on. Hermione pulls the Hufflepuff into a hug and repeatedly coo and say how cute they were, making them get flustered and hide their face.
They then hear the schools bell being rang, meaning it was time for lunch. Y/n's head perks up and they squeal, "Food!"
Before anyone could react they start running off towards the Great Hall. Draco looks distressed as they run off and chase after them, leaving the trio behind.
Your keys jangle and clatter together as the front door to your cold and empty house swings open. You shut it gently behind you, knowing if you didn't, you would end up waking up your Nan's painting on the wall. She was annoying.
As you slip off your shoes at the door in the hallway, you call out, "Hey, Kreacher, I'm back."
You don't hear a reply, so your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Usually when you arrive, you can at least hear his grumbles about you and how the Black line had become tainted ever since your father.
You quietly walk down the hallway and towards the kitchen area, where the door was unusually shut. It was almost always open, as you liked that the warm air from the kitchen could flow freely through the rest of the cold house.
You place your hand on the door knob, before pushing the door open. Heads quickly turn in your direction and a few wands are drawn at you. You quickly raise your hands to signify you came in peace, as well as raising your eyebrows.
"What in Hogwarts is going on here?" you question as everyone lowers their guard, seeing it was you. You were in the same year as the Weasley twins; who grinned at you from the other side of the table; so everyone knew who you were.
"Y/n? What're you doing here?" Molly asks, her face looking concerned. "Don't say Dumbledore dragged you into this too."
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion on what she meant, and you say, "I'm here because I live here." Everyone looks at you unusually, unsure of what you meant, before you continue, "Oh yes, I forgot I had to change my last name before joining Hogwarts."
"Then who are you?" Fred and George ask together, a mischievous look in their eyes.
You lean against the door frame and place a hand on your chest as you proudly say, "I'm Y/n Black, nice to properly meet you."
The whole room turns deadly silent, the air thick and tense. You tense up, thinking you had said something wrong and stand properly. Maybe they think my father is guilty? Will they hate me now?
"What? I-is there something wrong?"
"I didn't know Sirius had a kid," Remus says, his face pale. "He never mentioned it..."
You awkwardly chuckle and rub the back of your neck. "Yeah, he didn't like to mention me much. It's alright though, we were still happy."
"You don't know, do you?" Arthur says, looking up at you, solemnly.
"Know what?" you question, looking around the room at the awkward witches and wizards.
That is, before the door on the side of the room and someone else enters saying, "I knew I kept this wine somewhere! It'd been moved though, stupid Kreacher."
Your whole body goes ridged and you go pale at the sight before you. Standing there, in all his glory, was your father. He looked older than you remembered, slightly more wrinkled, but otherwise he seemed fine. He had some of his old clothes on, meaning he must have been here a while.
How could he have not told me? I'm his son, for Dumbledore's sake.
"Dad?" Your voice cracks as you continue staring at him, your voice rather quiet.
Sirius looks over at you and furrows his brows before saying, "Sorry, I don't think I know you. Did Dumbledore send you?"
Your heart shatters as you watch him try and figure out who you are, he didn't even recognise his own son. Tears build in your eyes, your hands forming fists by your side. Everyone in the room stayed silent, unsure of how to approach this situation.
"Master Black, I have cleaned your room for you, per usual," a croaky voice says from beside you.
A tear falls down your cheek as you look down at Kreacher. You smile gently and say, "Thank you, but I don't think I'll be staying home this holiday." Kreacher nods, before walking off, going back up to clean the paintings. You turn back to the group and say, "Enjoy your stay. I'll see you in school."
You turn on your heal and walk back down the hallway, opening the door again, after putting your shoes back on. You hear rushed footsteps chasing after you, but you ignore them, until Sirius calls out to you, "Y/n, wait!"
You stop, but you don't turn around for him. "Did you remember?" you question. You hear a small 'what?', before you continue, "Or did they have to tell you my name?"
"It's not like that son-"
"Don't call me that!" you snap as you turn around to face him, your eyes filled with tears. Your grip on the doorknob was so tight it was hurting your hand, but you ignored it. "You don't get to calm me that after forgetting about me!"
"I didn't forget, I've just been busy."
You scoff. "Yes, busy making a new life for yourself. A life where you get the son you always wanted. A life where you get to talk proudly about your son. A life where you're happy without me." You wipe away your tears and sniffle slightly, as Sirius was opening and closing his mouth, trying to figure out what to say. "I hope Harry makes you happy, dad. That's all I ever wanted. For you to be happy."
And with that, you walk out of the house, slamming the door shut.
That's all you've been doing for weeks, running and dashing between trees, trying not to get caught. Surely there were people on this island that weren't trying to kill you. Right?
As you dash around a large tree, your legs give way from being so tired and you collapse onto your face. You shakily push yourself up onto your knees and you cough up some mud that you had accidentally swallowed, along with some blood.
You'd been hit with a sword to the stomach, which is why it had slowly been getting harder to run. You groan and wipe your mouth of the blood.
You hear the loud footsteps of a dragon and you quickly drag yourself to a bush that you could hide in, knowing you didn't have time to run away, nor were your legs ready to co-operate.
You hear the rustling of leaves and then the dragon come to a stop. You hear a small thud, which was almost certainly a dragon rider.
You poke your head up to be able to see through the bush. You watch the legs of the rider, looking around the area. You hear them sigh before walking back to the black dragon. Wait, black?
"Looks like we were wrong, bud," the rider sighs. "Nobody's come through here. We should head back, Toothless."
Wait, did he say Toothless?
You go to call out to the rider, but instead you start coughing and choking on blood. You lower your hand to your wound and watch as the blood almost swallows your hand. Seems you had opened the wound more when you fell.
"Who's there?" the slightly deep voice of the rider asks, as you hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
"H-hic," you start, before coughing again, wincing from pain of your stomach.
You look up as light hits your face. You see the face of the dragon rider, he was scrawny and had slightly long brown hair, his doe brown eyes looking down at you. Hie eyes drat to your bleeding wound and he immediately offers you a hand.
"Hey, it's alright, I won't hurt you," he says, smiling gently. You shakily take his hand and he pulls you up. "This is Toothless, he'll get us back to our camp, okay? He won't hurt you. We'll go gentle."
You gulp slightly, before nodding and gripping his hand tighter as he helps you onto the Nightfury's back. He jumps up and sits in front of you and you wrap your arms around his waist. Unbenounced to you, Hiccup tenses and blushes at the touch, before shaking his head.
Hiccup signals for the dragon to go, and they take off. You squeak in surprise and hide your face in his back and tighten your grip. One of Hiccup's hands moves to rest on one of your hands to try and comfort you, making you blush slightly and hide more into his back.
After a few minutes, the three of you land. You peak your head around the other teen and see what looked like a village. You spotted five people rushing towards you, but you turn your attention back to Hiccup, who was climbing down.
The viking smiles at you and offers you his hand, helping you off Toothless, who then moved to push his head under your arm, so you could stand without hurting yourself more. As a thank you, you scratch his head, making him purr and you to giggle slightly.
"Hiccup!" you hear a female voice call. You look over and see it was the girl with a braid that had called for the dragon rider. "Who's this?"
"Hey, Astrid," Hiccup replies, doing a weird laugh thing as he says 'hey'. "This is, uhh... I don't actually know." He awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.
Astrid, the girl from before, moves to whack him around the back his head, making him groan and rub his head. She turns to you and crosses her arms, eyeing you up.
You gulp and blush under her stare, along with everyone else's. "U-uh, I'm Y/n," you reply. Toothless senses your discomfort and nuzzles into your unharmed side.
"Why're you here?" a short boy asks, glaring at you.
"Uhm, I came looking for Hiccup," you timidly reply, looking at the teen. "I was coming to tell you Dagger was coming after you when his troops found me. But seems like I found you anyway."
You chuckle and blush in embarrassment. Everyone blinks a few times, before they drop their guard.
"I'm sorry for scaring you all," you mutter, absentmindedly scratching Toothless.
"It's alright, now, let's get you fixed up," the taller boy says, smiling gently at you. He seemed to have a gentle give about him, so you trusted him and walked away with him to get your wound dressed.
