A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! It’s the longest I’ve written on this blog and I’d really appreciate the feedback here
I’m most likely doing a Part 2 depending on how you all like it. Enjoy :)
Harry loved family reunions.
Amongst the bickering cousins and lurid pitter-patter of children, he often found himself feeling at peace as his folks filled him in on all the stories he’s missed out on. He’d laugh about his jittery uncle who nearly burnt his eyebrows off from an old barbecue, nodding approvingly as his aunt gushes about her eight year old who’s just won the flashy new title of spelling bee champion. He likes the way they treat him too. With adoration in their eyes, resurrecting from the years they’ve watched him as a young boy (instead of the usual gaze of stardom he’s used to). He almost, if not, especially enjoys the way they admire his success, not as an ego-booster, but as a way of praising Anne for his upbringing, despite the major gossip that briefly tainted his mother’s name around her first divorce.
But even in a house packed with his most favourite people, he would always feel relatively exhausted from the length of the reunion, a full four days he’d reckoned. It was unfair really, he loved his crazy family, but he always felt like he had to put on his best face, never getting his usual dose of solitude to rejuvenate.
So when Harry first invited you to join him, he hadn’t quite expected you to be so patient with his family.
“Yes, he is very handsome,” you’d chuckle, “but we’re only friends.”
“You’re sweet, love, but I think this little girl wins the beauty contest, hmm?”
“Right, he is very good with kids.”
“M’only in uni, ma’am, so I’ve got a few good years before settling down.”
Pairing: dad!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x some Steve Rogers
Prompt: “I’m gonna show you who’s your real daddy.” (#18)
Warnings: none, really !! i mean, bucky gets kinda jealous, but there’s nothing too intense in this (which is surprising) - the use of ‘Daddy’, but in an innocent way, i promise - some sexual reference
“Are you sure that you can handle this, Stevie?” Bucky hurriedly questions as he finishes-up tying his tie and stuffs his toothbrush into his duffel bag. He taps the button on the back of his hand and a sort-of covering disguises his metal arm. The device was a gift from Tony Stark, and he only uses it whenever he feels the need to, which is rarely ever. “Because we could always just stay home.”
“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve chuckles at his nervous friend. “You and Y/N deserve a break. It’s your anniversary, go out, have some fun - live a little,” Steve grins as he sits on the couch near where a very content toddler was fiddling with some crayons. “Emma and I will be just fine. Won’t we, Em?” Steve leans forward and tickles her cheek with his finger, earning a bubbly giggle from the child.
“Bucky, she’ll be fine with Steve,” you say as you slide off one of the stools at the kitchen island, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “C’mere, Emmy,” you coo goofily, crouching down and reaching for the toddler. She plops forward onto her hands and crawls over to you, reaching out with her chubby hand towards you. You pick her up, holding her comfortably in your arms.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for Uncle Stevie?” You giggle at her, bopping her nose.
“M-Mama,” Emma babbles, grabbing at your hair.
“No, no, no,” you wince, dragging her hand away from being able to pull at your hair. “Here, say bye to Daddy,” you give her a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek before handing her off to Bucky and grabbing your suitcase, heading for the door.
“I’ll miss ya, Emmy,” Bucky gives her an Eskimo kiss, Emma’s childish laughter bouncing through the room. “We’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises, setting her back down on the ground. Bucky walks over to the island and grabs his bag, then meets your at the doorway.
“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he
brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”
you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a
train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden
tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t
how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the
chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he
toying with you or was he being serious?
Jungkook was your best friend and his
intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held
your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was
anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted,
and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could
trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and
decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you
am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask
himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life
• After him was Tech Genius Tim Drake who so infamously dropped out to open up his own (very successful) ethical hacking startup
• And now Damian Wayne
•Straight A student
•And good god was he gorgeous
•You, like all of the straight female population of Gotham Academy, had a crush on Damian at at least one point in your high life
•Come mid freshman year, your straight female classmates and gay male classmates were over the moon when Damian Wayne stepped into AP Bio in his full Adonis like glory
•God had he gotten buffer over the summer?
•You could hear them audibly sigh as he walked in
•No one could rock the uniform like he could
•He sat alone
•You got over your crush over him last year
•Soccer and student government and maintaining your 4.0 GPA as well as your social life took a lot of effort
•You didn’t have the time to nurture a hopeless crush
•Lab partners were assigned that day
•Guess who was your lab partner?
•You could only sheepishly smile at the girls who you could call acquaintances
•You would give up your seat if you could
•“Hey I’m (Y/N)”
•You stuck out your hand
•“Yes I heard”
•He gave you a deadpan stare not bothering to take your hand
•He turned on his heel and went his own way
•You rolled your eyes
•There goes your will to try and at least be friends with him
•For a few months, all your conversations were just a few words
•All about dissection and volumes of reactants and what not
•Which was leaps and bounds more than what anyone else got anyway
•Every thursday, you stayed back at the library to catch up on your homework
•Suddenly, Damian began turning up too
•Which was extremely weird because you knew this guy never stuck around school longer than necessary
•What surprised you even more was when he plopped down in front of you
•You eyed him curiously before going back to your work
•So it became sort of a tradition between you two
•No words were spoken
•It was a silent pact that you would bring him food and he would drop you home in his car
•Eventually small nods turned into small murmurs
•Those murmurs turned to sentences
•Sentences to guffaws
•Loud enough for the librarian to shoo the both of you out
•You spent almost the entire summer with Damian
•You went to fairs
•Went to a cooking class
•Where you learnt Damian and pots and pans did not mix
•You found out he was Robin
•When Robin saved you from a mugger when you were stupid enough to take a shortcut home instead of the main road
•You recognised him immediately
•You waited till he escorted you to your doorstep
•You turned and pulled him inside and shut the door
•You yelled as you ripped off his domino mask revealing his gorgeous emerald eyes
•Yep you had caught the feelings
•“How did you know?”
•“You must be a diFFERENT LEVEL OF DERANGED IF YOU THINK A BLOODY DOMINO MASK AND A RIDICULOUSLY BRIGHT OUTFIT WOULD STOP ME FROM RECOGNISING MY BEST FRIEND”
•He chuckled and pulled you into a hug
•“I’m glad we don’t have any secrets anymore”
•He kissed your forehead and was gone through the window before you could react
•Beginning of sophomore year, everybody thought y’all were dating
•Oh you really wished they were true
•Damian did too
•God he wished he had the courage to just utter out those three small words
•Everyone shipped you
•Hell, even Bruce did
•You got busy again with your extra curriculars
•Damian came to support you for each and every match of yours
•Sometimes you just wanted to kiss him
•You really did
•And you almost did sometimes
•But alas, courage failed you at the last moment
•At the beginning of December, you told Damian you couldn’t have your library sessions for the month
•You saw his face fall
•You quickly explained you were the head of the Organising Committee for the Winter Formal
•So what did Damian do?
•He joined the committee
•The dating rumours just got refueled
•Que the smirks from your friends as you eventually coerced Damian into sitting on your table
•“He likes you (Y/N)”
•“No, (Y/B/F/N) I like him”
•It was as though you were oblivious to how he looked at you when you were laughing at something dumb that happened at the lunch table
•Or when he practically walked you to all your classes, despite himself him.being late
•How about the time when he let you lay your head on his shoulders when you were practically surviving on 3 hours of sleep during midterms?
•Your friends wondered hOw CoULD yOU bE sO Blind?
•Back at Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne was utterly shocked
•His son was smiling
•Grandson of the Devil himself
•Like a crazed hyena
•With quite a large group of people
•“Get used to it, Master Wayne” Alfred said with a proud smile before entering the room with a tray full of goodies
•Your best friend’s crush didn’t ask her to winter formal
•So you decided to go stag
•Much to Damian’s dismay
•Just when he gathered the courage to you out
•So when he you hurried down the stairs in a figure hugging gown that glimmered like little crystals in the light, he was awestruck
•You were rushing
•You were late to have a final once over for the decorations
•Damian couldn’t speak
•You gave Damian a once over, before shaking your head
•You suddenly walked so close
•In the heels, you were almost his height
•Your head just reached his chin
•He looked down at you with pure adoration in his eyes
•You were rambling on and on about something about the DJ table and the punch
•You were close enough that he could easily count the lashes on your eyes
•You were fixing his tie
•Suddenly, you felt Damian wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer
•Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned his forehead against yours
•Your mind was blank
•All you could see were green eyes and feel his breath on your face
•“You look absolutely stunning (Y/N)”
•One hand caressed your face
•Another pulled you closer
•He leaned in
•There was a hair’s breadth between your lips
•You closed the gap tangling your fingers in his hair
•You pulled apart a few minutes later with the biggest grin on your face
•Before looking at the time
•And rushing out the door
•With your hand clasped in Damian’s
I reallllly hope y'all like these and to everyone who sent in a request? THANK YOU SO MUCH. I’ll be working on them over this week. Sorry I couldn’t get to them sooner. School is kicking my ass. Hope you like it
Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️
Yayyy! Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great? Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Masterlist
You had finally achieved the transformation.
You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however, had guessed that McGonagall was an exception. You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly. Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute. You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways? So, here you were. Your first transformation. You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow. “Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed. He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck. “Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms. “How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late? “You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped. “Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head. “I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled.
His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down. “Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do? You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to - To hell with it. You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.
That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to. He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.
You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself. “Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it. “My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush. “Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man. “I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away. “I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.
You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat. You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation. He was already inside, looking kind of mad. “You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him. “You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl? You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second. “Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken. “She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren’t sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him. “Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face. He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form. “I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in. “Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’? “No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen. “Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony! You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment. Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally. You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone. He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.
You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular. You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled. You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger. “Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused. “H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you. “I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath. “How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered. “A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense. “You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him. “What can I say.? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek. Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.
So I’m gonna
change their age a little bit. The reader is 8 and Damian is 10.
terrified. Uncle Clark wants to take you up to the Watchtower to meet the rest
of the Justice League. Neither you or Clark is entirely sure how you ended up
on Earth, but according to the DNA test that Batman had run, you were
definitely related to Uncle Clark. Connor had also taken an instant liking to
you, mainly because you preferred to be around your cousin more than your
tube announces the arrival of Superman, and everyone turns toward the sound.
You reach out, gripping the edge of Uncle Clark’s cape, hiding behind him.
“Everyone, this is my niece, Y/N”
behind Uncle Clark’s cape, there are too many strangers for you to feel
comfortable. Uncle Clark chuckled and moved his cape, balling it up so you
can’t hide anymore.
A red blur zooms up to you,
crouching beside you, “Hello! My name is Barry! It’s really nice to meet Big
Blues niece!” The man pulled off his mask, revealing a young face and kind
“Uncle Clark” you whisper; your
shaking hands griping the leg of his costume.
“It’s alright” Clark crouched
down so he was eye level with you, “Come on, say hello to Barry”
“H-Hello Mr. Barry” you whisper,
shyly holding out your hand. Barry grins, gently shaking your hand, he’s
obviously excited. You can feel him almost vibrating beside you.
“Just Barry is fine, sweetheart!
Or Uncle Barry”
shyly and nod, the other League members slowly come forward to meet you, until
you have been introduced to everyone but Batman and Robin. At that point you
have come out of your shell a little bit.
Batman! Hello Robin” You float up until you are eye level with Batman’s face,
“You’re my favorite League member! It’s really nice to meet you”
quirk in a smirk, “It is very nice to meet you too, Y/N. My name is Bruce. This
here is my son Damian”
immediately drop down to face Damian, “tt, Father I do not understand why I had
to attend this meeting”
your head, and suddenly dart in, wrapping your arms tightly around Damian.
Several of the adults gasp, tensing ready to separate the two, “Hello, you are
gonna be my best friend”
struggles for a minute, before he gives one last sigh and begrudgingly hugs you
back. Every League member freezes, fully expecting Damian to attack you for
touching him. “I suppose I can allow you to befriend me, having a Super at my
side could have its benefits.”
happy to have finally made a friend, you grab onto Damian’s cape, making sure
you don’t lose your new friend.
flurry of wind and suddenly your cousin is standing next to Uncle Clark, “Sorry
I’m late, Y/N! I had to do a quick patrol before I came up here”
You let out
a happy shriek and shoot into Kon’s arms. “Kon!! I missed you!”
Kryptonian chuckled, “It’s only been a day, honey!”
onto Kon’s hand and drag him over, “Have you met Damian? He’s my best friend!”
chuckled, “Didn’t you just meet the little brat? How can you be best friends
happily and zoom back over to Damian, who immediately folds you into a hug. You
squirm until you’re facing your cousin, but still wrapped in the older boy’s
arms. ” Come say hi, Kon!!”
Justice League members smile and shake their heads at you younger heroes’
antics. “I’m gonna call it” Barry announced, loud enough for the adults to
hear, but the younger ones were too preoccupied to be paying attention so they
didn’t. “Those two are going to be married someday”
stiffens immediately, turning to look at the two youngest. His mouth opens in
horror when he sees Robin gently cradling his niece against his armored chest.
The smallest Super wiggles out of Robin’s hold and hangs onto his cape, letting
herself be pulled around wherever Robin goes.
to happen, Barry” Clark growled
one eyebrow, “And why not? Do you think my son isn’t good enough for your
around, “I didn’t say that, Bruce. Damian is a good kid, but I mean, Y/N is so
can be friends, can’t they? I mean there’s no harm in that” Bruce smirks, placing
a hand on his best friends shoulder, “What harm could it do, they’re both
young, and there are so few young people in the Hero role. It’ll be good for
them to have a friend”
like he wants to argue again, but he doesn’t want to start anything, “I suppose
Y/N could use a friend”
smirk gets bigger, “I’m glad you see it that way, Clark. But Barry … I do have
to agree with you, those two are going to get married”
at Bruce as the other League members laugh. Bets are made while Clark just
stands there in complete shock. He is the only one to say that the won’t be
call. Damian had vanished, he had been right behind you, but when you turned
around he was gone. You could feel tears build up in your eyes, you had already
lost your first friend and it hadn’t even been a day. You were alone, and you
were scared. “Dami!!!” You sob.
around, frantically looking for your best friend, but you can’t find him.
Damian is actually the one who finds you.
Why are you crying?” His eyes are wide behind his mask, “Who hurt you? I will
your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug, careful of your
advanced strength. Damian stands up, picking you up with him and sits down in a
nearby chair. “I was so scared” you sob, “Thought I lost you!”
back and forth, “Hush, Beloved, hush. I am here. I am so sorry for leaving you,
I did not realize how much stress my disappearance would cause you”
nuzzling into Damian’s throat, “Just … Just don’t do it again, okay?”
time to go!”
immediately fill your eyes, “I don’t wanna go Uncle Clark”
“We have to
go back to the farm. Grandma and Grandpa will be worried if we don’t head back
soon”. Uncle Clark crouches down so he’s eye level with you.
spill over, “I don’t want to leave my new friend. Damian said that we are gonna
get married. If we are married, then you can’t separate us”.
you upset my Beloved” Damian snarls, taking a step in front of you. He whips
out one of his swords, leveling it at Uncle Clark’s chest, he was ready to
fight for you.
froze when Bruce let out a chuckle, “It seems like the children have taken a
liking to each other. Why doesn’t Y/N come back to the Manor with me, the two
can have a sleep over?”
over to Clark, “Please? Please? Please Uncle Clark?!?”
looks like he’s in pain, “Alright, but just for tonight”.
conformation Bruce full on smiles, and Uncle Clark growls at the man, “This
means nothing” Uncle Clark hisses. Bruce just shakes his head and leads the two
young vigilantes to the Zeta tube.
As you sat on the bleachers talking to your friends about nothing in particular New York’s finest hero suddenly came up in one of your conversations and you couldn’t hold back the smile that crept its way onto your lips whenever someone brought him up.
“It’s just Spider-Man” you mumbled putting your head in your hand as you smiled dreamily thinking about the man in red and blue “oh my gosh she’s crushing on spider man” one of your friends chuckled earning light smack on the back of her head from you “ow” she mumbled rubbing the spot where you had hit her, you only smiled satisfied as you continued writing your notes for the upcoming math test you had later this week.
“You seriously like Spider-Man?” Liz asked you plopping down next to you as she shooed the girl that had previously been sitting there away “I can’t like him! I don’t even know what he looks like I just find him fascinating that’s all” you frowned trying your best to avoid the topic.
Peter’s eyes opened wide as he heard the words that came out of your mouth you had a crush on Spider-Man? He thought, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he stared so helplessly at the girl he had been in love with for the past two years. He was certain you didn’t know who he was since you were popular and he, well he was not.
He liked to keep to himself and the only friend he had was Ned who was just as much of a nerd as him, Ned knew about Peter’s massive crush on you since it was fairly obvious, Peter would constantly stare at you and rant about how cute you were so Ned took this as his chance to get you to notice him “Peter knows Spider-Man” he suddenly yelled and everything went quite.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Peter, including you. It was like time had stopped and everyone just stared at him in shock, Peter was mortified as he looked at Ned with a death stare he absolutely hated being the center of attention. He then turned his head and as his eyes met yours, he felt his cheeks turn Scarlet as you smiled in his direction.
As soon as gym was over he stood up and hurried into the changing rooms to get back into his normal clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt, grey jacket and blue jeans. Ned followed after him and waited for him as he changed clothes.
“Why the hell would you do that Ned!?” Peter scolded his best friend whilst he pulled the white t-shirt over his head “because Y/N was talking about how much she likes Spider-Man and well I just wanted her to notice you since it’s no secret that you like her” Ned said shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar that had been in his pocket for the last three weeks.
“I can’t believe you everyone looked at me like a was a complete freak” Peter groaned sitting down next to Ned “and Y/N she stared as well” Peter said, she was truly the only reason he felt so embarrassed about the entire ordeal “what do you mean she smiled at you! she noticed you” Ned said putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he took another bite of his chocolate “isn’t that like two weeks old?” Peter asked scrunching his face up in disgust “nope three weeks” Ned respondes swallowing the rest of it and throwing the plastic that had been wrapped around it into the trash.
“Much better” Peter said sarcastically as they both walked down the school hallways to their next class, which was history a class you were also in and he couldn’t help the nerves filling his stomach as he sat in the back of the classroom like usual waiting anxiously for you to walk into the room. You eventually did and did something Peter did not expect.
When your eyes met Peter’s you smiled and waved at him his eyes widening as he started looking around the room to see if you were waving at him or someone else.
You giggled at this and walked to the back of the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him, you had never seen anyone as shocked as he was in that moment “hi I’m Y/N” you smiled towards him and offered him your hand to shake “I-I uh hi I’m uh Parker” his eyes widened “Peter Parker sorry” he chucked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
You found it adorable how he stumbled over his words and blushed every time you spoke to him or looked at him, you couldn’t deny the fact he was pretty fucking cute. His sharp jaw, his lips and adorable brown eyes.
You had always noticed Peter in every single one of your classes you actually envied him a lot because of how smart he was but there was just something about him that drew you to him so you found yourself starting to take in every detail about him.
How he would stick his tongue out ever so slightly when he was concentrating and how he would anxiously bite his nails every time the teacher said that he was picking one person to come up to the board and solve what they had been doing.
Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Peter and he stared growing more and more nervous every time you looked his way, was there something wrong with the way he dressed did he have something on his face? Those were the only things he could think about.
He had never been so grateful to hear the unpleasant noise of the bell signaling that class was over, he quickly gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom as quickly as he possibly could “Peter!” you called after him but he pretended not to hear you as he continued walking down the hallway and towards the exit.
You were a little hurt by this but decided to just forget about it and go home. You walked towards your locker and shoved all of your stuff in there slamming it shut and walking out of school.
It usually took you about 20-25 minutes to walk home but you remembered that there was a much shorter way you could go that would only take you 10 minutes but you had to go through a dark alleyway that always creeped you out and was the only reason you didn’t go the short cut, but you thought nothing of it today as the sun was shining and you were feeling brave.
But that all changed when you were about mid way through the alley “look at what we have here” you heard a mans voice slur obviously meaning that he was extremely drunk.
You started walking faster clutching your backpack tightly, slowly letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. The man quickly caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground and straight into a puddle completely drenching you.
“Please don't” you cried the man only kicking you in response “shut up you bi-” the man was cut off by someone kicking him to the ground that person being none other than Spider-Man himself.
“Y/N are you okay!?” Spider-Man asked pulling you up to your feet, you were shocked how does Spider-Man know my name? You thought “ho-how do you know my name” you finally managed to get out “oh i-uh i just you know” you heard him begin to ramble and you immediately realized who your savior was.
“Peter?” you asked slowly pulling the mask off of his head, he didn’t try to stop you and as soon as you saw the all to familiar face of Peter Parker you smiled and connected your lips to his as a thank you. He was shocked but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist.
When you pulled away his cheeks were as red as they could possibly be “please don’t tell anyone” was the first thing he said and you nodded mumbling a ‘I would never’ him only nodding before pulling the mask back over his head right before disappearing out of sight.
“She kissed you!?” the voice of Ned ran through out the entire house, Peter didn’t say anything instead he just smiled the most happiest smile he had smiled since uncle Ben died. He felt as happy as he could ever be and it was like nothing could bring him down in that moment.
“Yes she did it was amazing” Peter gushed feeling his cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the thought of your lips pressed against his.
“See being Spider-Man has it’s pros” Ned said pausing the movie that had been quietly playing in the background that the boys had stopped watching a while ago “but it also has its cons like risking my life every single day!” Peter said raising an eyebrow at Ned “whatever dude you kissed Y/N one of the most attractive girls at school”
Peter couldn’t argue with Ned anymore so he just nodded feeling as lucky as ever that a girl like Y/N had kissed him, she was way out of his league and he was sure everyone knew that but in that moment it didn’t matter the only thing that mattered was that she kissed him.
Request from anon: please can you do an imagine where Draco and the reader are like the king and queen of Slytherin or whatever and they’re like the coolest couple ever and one day someone crosses her path and she makes sure he pays for it
Thanks for requesting anon! I’m sorry if this is really bad, I wrote this in one sitting :/
You had been dating Draco for a good two years - you were both in sixth year and had structured a pretty notorious reputation; everyone always referred to the two of you as the ‘King and Queen of Slytherin’. Ever since people had found out about the two of you, they noticed how perfectly you fit together - Draco was a respectable, almost despotic character yet you were oddly kind, though everyone warned “Get on the wrong side of Y/N Y/L/N and you’re dead meat.” You knew how to defend yourself, having come from a similar family as Draco, it came naturally to the two of you.
You were surprisingly clever (one of the top in your year, actually) and you were proud of it. If you didn’t put those extra hours in at the library, you probably wouldn’t have passed your O.W.L.S; it came as a shock to your parents when you were placed in Slytherin (your mother was a Ravenclaw and so was your father) yet you supposed your house destined who you were meant to be. You were a Slytherin and you were proud of it.
Huffing loudly, you threw your phone to the other side of your bed and wrapped your arms around your legs, head leaning on your knees.
When will this harassment end? When will your pain come to an end? Will you suffer your life long? Will you ever going to be happy in your life?
You were sick of thinking about these questions whenever you were alone. It felt like they were hunting you no matter what you were doing.
Why are there people who enjoy to ruin the lives of other people? What do they get from it?
You lifted your head up the moment you felt two strong arms around your body. “Everything okay, Jagiya?”
Smiling softly at him, you nodded as you leaned your head on his chest. “Mhm.. everything’s alright..”
Wrapping your arms around his body, you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. “Yeah..”
You felt how he took a deep breath and placed a little kiss on your head. “Y/N, I know that you’re still getting those messages.”
You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. The hot tears were already forming in your eyes.
“Y/N, look at me.”
Shaking your head, you nuzzled further into the crook oh his neck. “Hoseok-ah, I can’t do this anymore..”
Your best friend leaned back a little bit and held your head in his soft and warm hands. “Then tell him, Y/N. Stop hiding it from him. I saw the way he looked at you when you told him that I’m your boyfriend. He looked really hurt, Y/N-ah..”
“How, Hoseok, how? How can I tell him that we were pretending last night, that you’re my best friend? How can I tell him I’m still in love with him? How can I tell him that I am getting threatened with the life of my son just so I can’t see his father, the love of my life?”
Looking down, you started fiddling with your fingers, the tears already rolling down your face. “I can’t do that, Hoseok-ah.. He would blame himself for everything and I don’t want that..”
“He’s already blaming himself for everything, Y/N.”
Your head shot up at your best friends words.
Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, Hoseok caressed your face while he looked into your eyes. “Look, Y/N. I don’t know what kind of a person Jimin is. But when I saw him yesterday, sitting at the ground while he looked so broken and hurt, I knew that he loves you more than anything in this world. You both deserve to be happy. Think about Jihyun. Okay, he thinks I’m your boyfriend but he knows that I’m not his father. You shouldn’t take him away from his father. That would be unfair for him and for Jimin..”
You leaned your forehead against his chest and mumbled in between your sobs. “I miss him so much, Hobi.. My heart broke into million pieces when I saw him like that yesterday.. The way he looked at his own son, the way he walked out of the apartment when I said that you were my boyfriend.. I don’t think I can stand this anymore, Hoseok-ah..”
You heard a little chuckle from your best friend. “Then tell him everything, pabo. You both shouldn’t be suffering because of someone stupid who is threatening you through messages. We both know that the person can’t do anything, I will not allow it!”
Wrapping your arms around his neck as tightly as you could, you placed multiple kisses on his cheek. “Thank you so much, Hobi! I’m so glad that I have you in my life!”
Pushing you away jokingly, he scrunched his face. “Eww, stop kissing my precious face like that!”
Now smiling at you softly, he nodded his towards your phone once. “Call him.”
Nodding hesitantly, you reached out for your phone and typed Jimin’s name in your contact list.
Intertwining your hand with your best friend’s, you waited until you heard the voice you longed for so long.
The minute you heard his voice, your grip around Hoseok’s hand tightened and you closed your eyes. “H-Hello, Jimin.”
“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Jihy-”
“No! No, don’t worry, everything is okay. I.. I just wanted to hear your voice..”
“Yesterday, when I told you the reason why I left three years ago, I didn’t tell you everything, Jimin. There is still something that I need to tell you..”
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“The main reason why I left isn’t because of my heart problem, Jimin. It’s because of your ex-wife…”
“W-What? Y/N, I don’t understand what your trying to say-”
“Hara threatened me with the life of our son, Jimin. That’s the main reason why I left..”
“You look lovely today my lady.” He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.
“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.
“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.
“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”
Though it was you who requested my company.
He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.
“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”
“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”
“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”
“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.
Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”
Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…
“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”
You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.
You needed to get out, right now.
“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.
The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.
“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”
He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.
“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.
“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”
Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.
You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.
If I do not tell him, Dany will.
“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”
He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”
Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.
Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.
This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…
“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.
It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.
He is cold. Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.
Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.
You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.
“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.
He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.
“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.
“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.
He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”
“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.
He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.
You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.
“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”
“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”
Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.” Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.
“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”
“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”
“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”
You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”
“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”
“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”
He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”
You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”
“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself I mean nothing to him.
“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.
Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.
Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.
I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.
You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.
Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”
He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.
“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”
“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.
“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”
Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.
“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”
“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”
You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”
He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.
“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”
You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.
“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”
“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”
You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.
And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.
“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”
You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.
“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”
Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.
Are you dying? Are you leaving?
Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?
Are you hurt? Are you sick?
“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”
You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.
“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”
“For my lord father?”
“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”
You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”
His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.
“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”
“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.
“Oh and Y/N.”
“Yes my Lord?”
“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.
For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth
‘Sarah Mclachlan would be proud,’ you thought to yourself as you sang the last notes of the song softly.
Prying your swollen eyes open, you looked up at the ceiling of your tiny cell. You could barely make out the intricate etchings of the ancient binding spell.
You huffed a sarcastic laugh out of your dry, chapped lips.
Shifting your body slowly, you groaned when the cuff around your ankle chafed your raw skin. The heavy metal chain dragged the floor with your movements. You leaned over the side of mattress and grabbed the metal tray your lunch had been on. Lifting it in front of your face, you grimaced when you saw that your bruises had turned to that nasty yellow color.
Sitting the tray down, you rolled over onto your back again. Your body was mostly healed but still sore.
You heaved a heavy sigh. It could have been worse. This was a just a warning. Fury normally didn’t even give warnings, so you considered yourself lucky.